Bring the flask, the music bring,

Joy will quickly find us ;
Drink, and laugh, and dance, and sing,

And cast our cares behind us.

Diana. How shall I escape-s0 naught,

On filial laws to trample;
I'll e'en court'sy, own my fault,

And plead papa's example.
Parents,'tis a hint to you,

Children oft are shameless ;
Oft transgress the thing's too true-

But are you always blameless ?

Col. O. One word, more before we go;

Girls and boys have patience ;
You to friends must something owe,

As well as to relations.
These kind gentlemen address -

What, tho' we forgive them,
Still they must be lost, unless

You lend a hand to save them.

THE END.

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