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"Wanted—By a bard, in wedlock, some young
interesting woman:
Looks are not so much an object, if the shiners
be forthcoming!
"Hymen's chains the advertiser vows shall be
but silken fetters;
Please address to A. T., Chelsea. N.B.—You
must pay the letters."
That's the sort of thing to do it. Now I'll go
and taste the balmy,—
Rest thee with thy yellow nabob, spider-hearted
Cousin Amy!
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MY WIFE'S COUSIN
Decked with shoes of blackest polish,
And with shirt as white as snow,
After matutinal breakfast
To my daily desk I go;