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A TUTOR IN LOVE.

The joy that thou has granted me this hour,

And pledged to be my wife! Words ill express

My deep emotion and my gratitude.

Miss H. No more, Armand, I beg; my blushes tell

My joy, my hope, my happiness, to thee;

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But ere thou goest sing again that song.

ARMAND. Love, I must go, though I could stay for ever.

(Sings.)

The Senior swears off cigarettes,

He goes to recitations,

He flirts no more with coy coquettes,

Nor cuts examinations.

He settles down to toil and work,

Fulfils all requisitions,

He spends his money like a Turk

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