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A HINT TO LOVERS.
"Come, Master Plutus," Cupid cried,
"Oblige me, will you, with some cash?
I mean to travel far and wide,
And feel inclined to cut a dash.

"For though I'm very kindly greeted
By most warm souls that dwell below;
I find that I am always treated
Much better when I've gold to show.

"I cannot guess what charm can be
About this stupid pelf of yours;
For really, it appears to me
To cause more trouble than it cures.

"Yet those poor mortals who would falter,
If I held fadeless chaplets o'er them,
Will boldly march to Hymen's altar
When I fling rent-rolls down before them.

"But come, I'm just about to wander
As a right noble gentleman;
Lend me a handsome sum to squander:
Mamma will pay you—when she can."

Plutus look'd somewhat grave and grim,
To hear his hoards call'd "stupid pelf;"
But knowing Love would have his whim,
He told the boy to help himself.

The guineas made a merry chink,
And soon Love piled a goodly lot;
But suddenly began to think
How he could carry what he'd got.

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