Whom bigotry drew on a hurdle A trap for demolishing flies, A caricature of the Devil, And a look from Miss Sheridan's eyes. Good night to the Season!—the flowers And the fashion was-not to be late; Good night to the Season!-Another And hurry away, like its brother, In sunshine, and odour, and noise. Will it come with a rose or a briar? Will it come with a blessing or curse? Will its bonnets be lower or higher? Will its morals be better or worse? Will it find me grown thinner or fatter, Or fonder of wrong or of right, Or married- or buried ? -no matter: Good night to the Season-good night! ARRIVALS AT A WATERING PLACE "I PLAY a spade. —Such strange new faces But one old horse can scarcely crawl; "Pray who has seen the odd old fellow A pretty chariot, — livery yellow, Drinks rum and water, gets up early To dip his carcass in the sea; "And so Miss Jones, the mantua-maker, Is quite in love with fields and farms; Will buy a glorious coat of arms; "That poor young man!—I'm sure and certain Despair is making up his shroud; He walks all night beneath the curtain Draws landscapes, - throws such mournful glances; Writes verses,-has such splendid eyes; An ugly name, but Laura fancies He's some great person in disguise!- "So Lord St. Ives is occupying Last Saturday his man was trying He brought a lady in the carriage; Blue eyes,-eighteen, or thereabouts; Of course, you know, we hope it's marriage, But yet the femme de chambre doubts. She looked so pensive when we met her, Poor thing!—and such a charming shawl! |