NATIONAL WHIG

From the KnickerJocker.
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From the knickerJOrker.


A Benedict 10 Bachelor.
Don't tell me "you haven't got time


That other things claim your attention:
There's not the least reason or rhyme


In the wisest excuse you can mention.
Don't tell me about "other fish"


Your duty is done when you buy EN-;
And you never will relish the dish,


Unless you've woman TO "fry EN-"
You may dream Of poetical fame,


But the story may chance to miscarry;
The best way of sending ones name
To posterity, Charles, is to marry.
And here ana willing to own


After soberly thinking upon it,
Ia very much rather be known


Through beautiful son than sonnet.
d mt be frightened at querulous stories,
BY gossipping grumblers related,
Who argue that marriage bore is,


Because they'd known people mis-mated,
Snch fellows, il they had their pleasure,
Because some "bad bargains are made,
Would propose. as a sensible measure,
To lay an embargo on trade
Then, Charles, bid your doubling good bye,
And dismiss all fantastic alarms
I'll be sworn you've girl in your eye
That you ought to have had in your arms;
Some beautiful maiden-God bless her
Uncumber'd with pride or with pelf;
OF every true charm the possessor,


And given to no fault-but yourself
To pIocrastination be deaf!
CA caution which came from above)
The scoundrefs not only "the thief


OF time" but of beauty and love.
Then delay not moment to win
A prize that is truly worth winning;
Celibacy, Charles, is sin,


And sadly prolific of SHINING
! could give you bushel Of reasons
For choosing the "double estate =
II agrees with all climates and seasons,
Though it may be adopted too late.
To 6ne's parents It's Gratefully due;
Just think what terrible thing
'Twould have been, sir, for me and for you,
II ours had neglected the ring
Don't search for an CANCEL" minute;
For suppose you succeed in the sequel,
After all, the deuce would be in it,


For the match would be mighty unequal;
The angels it must be confessed,


In this world are rather uncommon;
And allow me, dear Charles to suggest,


You'll be bet or content with ,coman.