THE FANCY BALL. "A visor for a visor! What care I What curious eye doth quote deformities?" ROMEO AND JULIET. "You used to talk," said Miss Mac Call, "Of flowers, and flames, and Cupid; But now you never talk at all; You're getting vastly stupid: You'd better burn your Blackstone, sir, I made that night a solemn vow Green velvet on my shoulders; I learnt to swear "by Allah!" Oh, a fancy ball's a strange affair! Made up of silks and leathers, Light heads, light heels, false hearts, false hair, Pins, paint, and ostrich feathers: The dullest duke in all the town, To-day may shine a droll one ; And rakes, who have not half-a-crown, Go, call the lawyer from his pleas, Be stoics here in ecstacies, Begone, dull care! This life of ours We'll sleep through all its serious hours, Miss Gravity is quite amiss, And Madam Sense a nuisance ! Hail, blest Confusion! here are met The Brahmin talks of races; And where's your genius, bright Corinne ? Lo dandies from Kamschatka flirt The Commandant from Seville; O sweet Anne Page!—those dancing eyes So fond and starved a sinner, My pretty Page, be Shakspeare's Page, What mean those laughing Nuns, I pray, What mean they, nun or fairy? I guess they told no beads to-day, sang no Ave Mary: And From mass and matins, priest and pix, Barred door, and window grated, I wish all pretty Catholics Were thus emancipated! Four Seasons come to dance quadrilles Fair Cleopatra's very plain; Puck halts, and Ariel swaggers; Our happiest bride-how very odd!— And the heaviest foot that ever trod Here sad Calista laughs outright, There Yorick looks most grave, sir, And a Templar waves the cross to-night, Who never crossed the wave, sir! And what a Babel is the talk! "The Giraffe " -"plays the fiddle ”. "Macadam's roads ". "I hate this chalk!" "Sweet girl". a charming riddle ”. "I'm nearly drunk with "-"Epsom salts ". "Yes, separate beds "-" such cronies! "Good Heaven! who taught that man to waltz ?”– "A pair of Shetland ponies." "Lord Nugent"-" an enchanting shape "— 66 "Will move for "-"Maraschino ". 'Pray, Julia, how's your mother's ape ?"— "He died at Navarino!" "The gout, by Jove, is "-" apple pie "— "Don Miguel "—"Tom the tinker""His Lordship's pedigree's as high As"-"Whipcord, dam by Clinker." |