We know that politics have been carried most indelicately into
the very heart of the Royal Household; but we hope, for the honour of all
parties, that the confinement of the Queen is not to be made a matter of
political arrangement. If it is, we can only say that it will be most
indecent, we might almost venture to say unbecoming; but our dislike to
the use of strong language is well known, or at least it ought to be.
If there are any other particulars, we shall give them in a second
edition; that is to say, if we should have anything to add, and should
think it worth while to publish another impression for the purpose of
stating it.
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SONGS FOR THE SENTIMENTAL.--No. 10.
You talk of love--I would believe
Thy words were truth;
Nor deem that thou wouldst e'er deceive
My artless youth:
But when we part,
Within my heart
A small voice whispers low--
Beware! Beware!
Fond girl, the snare!
it's all no go!
You talk of love--yet would betray
The heart you seek,
And smile upon its slow decay,
If 'twould not break.
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