My trousers were supremely wide, I learnt to swear "by Allah!" I stuck a poniard by my side, And called myself " Abdallah.” Oh, a fancy ball's a strange affair! Light heads, light heels, false hearts, false hair, The dullest duke in all the town, Go, call the lawyer from his pleas, And savages in satin; Let young and old forego-forget 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 Lancers flirt with Juliet, The Brahmin talks of races; And where's your genuis, bright Corinne ? Lo! dandies from Kamschatka flirt The Commandant from Seville; O sweet Anne Page !-those dancing eyes My pretty Page, be Shakespeare's Page, What mean those laughing Nuns, I pray, I guess they told no beads to-day, From mass and matins, priest and pyx, I wish all pretty Catholics Four seasons come to dance quadrilles I find Sir Charles of Aubyn Park Fair Cleopatra's very plain; Puck halts, and Ariel swaggers; Our happiest bride-how very odd !— 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 "- 66 plays the fiddle "Macadam's roads"-"I hate this chalk ! "Sweet girl " "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' "Will move for ". "Maraschino "" Pray, Julia, how's your mother's аре ?" "He died at Navarino ! "The gout, by Jove, is "-"apple pie " As "-"Whipcord, dam by Clinker." "Love's shafts are weak "- "" my chestnut kicks". "Heart-broken "broke the traces "What say you now of politics?" - Change hands and to your places.' "A five-barred gate _66 a precious pearl "Grave things may all be punned on! "The Whigs, thank Heaven, are"-"out of curl !”— "Her age is". -"four by London!" Thus run the giddy hours away, To smile and sigh, to love and change : We dress in fancies quite as strange A LETTER OF ADVICE. (From Miss Medora Trevilian, at Padua, to Miss Araminta Vavasour, in London.) "Enfir, monsieur, un homme aimable You tell me you're promised a lover, The hue of his coat and his cheek? -SCRIBE. Alas! if he look like another, A vicar, a banker, a beau, Miss Lane, at her Temple of Fashion, Taught us both how to sing and to speak, I wear it wherever I go; gave you a chain,-is it broken? O think of our favourite cottage, And think of our dear Lalla Rookh ! How we shared with the milkmaids their pottage, And drank of the stream from the brook; How fondly our loving lips faltered "What further can grandeur bestow?" Remember the thrilling romances Would picture for both of us then. My own Araminta, say No!" You know when Lord Rigmarole's carriage You wept, dearest girl, at the marriage, And whispered, How base she has been!" |