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“ The girl is straight,” (“ we call the ace,") " But that's the merit of her stays." “ I'm sure I loath malicious hints But-only look, how Laura squints." “Yet Miss, forsooth,"--" who play'd the ten?") “ Is quite perfection with the men; The flattering fools--they make me sick," (“ Well-four by honours, and the trick.")
While thus the crónes hold high debate,
The circling waltz and gay quadrille
The first his fluttering heart to lose, Was Captain Piercy, of the Blues; : He squeez'd her handhe gaz'd, and swore He never was in love before; vi He entertain’d his charmer's ear, ... With tales of wonder and of fear; Talk'd much, and long, of siege and fight, Marches by day, alarms by night; And Laura listen'd to the story, Whether it spoke of love or glory; For many an anecdote had he, 19 sini" Of combat, and of gallantry ; -, Of long blockades, and sharp attacks, Of bullets, and of bivouacks'; in Of towns o'ercome-and ladies too! Of billet-and of billet-doux' Of nunneries, and escalades, var! And damsels-and Damascus blades.
Alas! too soon the Captain found.) 13. How swiftly Fortune's wheel goes round; Laura at last began to doze, Een in the midst of Badajoz; And hurried to a game at loo, From Wellington and Waterloo. The hero, --in heroics left, Of fortune and a wife--bereft; With nought to cheer his close of day,“ But celibacy--and half-pay; Since Laura-and his stars were cruel, Sought his quietus in a duel.
He fought, and perish'd; Laura sigh’d,
“What? dead poor fellow---what'a pity!
Next came the interesting beau,
Oh! how did Laura love to vex The fair one of the other sex! For him she practised every art That captivates and plagues the heart. Did he bring tickets for the play? No-Laura had the spleen to-day. Did he escort her to the ball ? No-Laura would'nt dance at all. -Did he look grave ?-“the fool was sad;" Was he jocose ?—" the man was mad.” E'en when he knelt before her feet, And there, in accent soft and sweet,
Laid rank and fortune, heart and hand,
· Yet still the fashionable fool
The next to gain the beauty's ear
He came--and rhym'd-he talk'd of fountains, Of Pindus, and Pierian mountains
* “ Aut insanit homo,
aut versus facit."-HOR. “ All Bedlam-or Parnassus is let out."-Pope.
Of wandering lambs, of gurgling rills,
“ Laura-I perish for your sake,”(Here he digress'd about a lake ;) “ The charms thy features all disclose,"(A simile about a rose :) “ Have set my very soul on fire,” (An episode about his lyre ;) ** Though you despise-I still must love,”(Something about a turtle dove ;) “Alas ! in death's unstartled sleep," (Just here he did his best to weep :) “ Laura, the willow soon shall wave, Over thy lover's lowly grave." Then he began, with pathos due, To speak of cypress and of rue : But Fortune's unforeseen award Parted the Beauty from the Bard; For Laura, in that evil hour When unpropitious stars had power, Unmindful of the thanks she owed, Lighted her taper with an ode. Poor William all his vows forgot, And hurried from the fatal spot, In all the bitterness of quarrel, To write lampoons--and dream of laurel.
Years fleeted by, and every grace Began to fade from Laura's face; Through every circle whispers ran, And aged dowagers began