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WYE LE ROMAN, EFT LA PoEsIE!-A few evenings since, the Editor of this paper dis pelled the cares of busy day, by paying his respects to a Lady, and passing delight- ful hour in her company. Upon retiring, his native awl1wardness, or diAidenee(:), or the occupation of his thoughts with a more interesting subject, caused him to forget, leave, or drop his gloue. The next morning, he received neat package, neatly tied with a bow of pink ribbon; which, when opened, disclosed to view the aforesaid forgotten glove, accompanied with the following ad- mirable lines:

 Had you thrown down your gauntlet in days of Ro-

 nance,

 When Ladies were won by the sword or the lance Some gay gallant Knight, for my beauty or loue Might have boldly adyentured to take up your glore Bat the spirit has flown, forever and aye. Nor left one faint spark of its bright bcaming ray. Romance is fable-ove only dIeam Der memory shedding its iastfading beam