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TACT.


What boots it, thy virtue,
What profit thy parts,
While one thing thou lackest,—
The art of all arts?


The only credentials,
Passport to success;
Opens castle and parlor,—
Address, man, Address.


The maiden in danger
Was saved by the swain;
His stout arm restored her
To Broadway again.