VI But, now and then, a form goes gliding by Such as might hover round a poet's dream; Lips that were made to smile, and make us sigh- VII And, tho' our countrymen dress well in general, (With faces that would compliment a funeral) They come to Paris to wear out old clothes: VIII But STULTZ Sometimes exports a dandy over Or, in more modern phrase, an exquisite, To show us exiles how a coat should fit. Now don't mistake, or think I mean to cover I'm told they're lady-like and harmless creatures, IX I like to look at them! the cheek of cream, Is delicate as wax-light: voice for earth too X You'll know one by its stays, screw spurs, perhaps A lewd-sketch'd box that music, and not snuff, fills— To show the diamond-finger off that taps: Its XI But this is to my subject most disloyal, Which has been cooling all this time. Well then, Here let us enter-not the Palais Royal Itself can boast a blacker baser den ;* Where those who throng to play are rather shy all, Tho', now and then, mix'd up with ribbond men: (4) And oft Squire Bullsegg very slily goes,— For here he'll seldom meet a soul he knows. * No. 109. XII Nay, desperate Want itself comes here to game, Altho' the turning of a card may be As death: look on him! woman's grief were tame The vilest passions which the heart inflame Run riot in their brute ferocity; And joy and anguish wear the ruffian die, XIII And oft, a looker on the scene alone, (For, tho' you smile in doubt, 'tis not less true,) XIV Yet, whoso visited the Morgue next morn (5) His eye unclosed; his garments, stained and torn, The cold stark features of a sire or son! XV Here let us blot a falsehood! Why should France Impeach our name in dull malignity, And toil to fix a stain from which, perchance, Her harden'd heartless self is far less free? (6) No land on earth could give the shrinking glance So deep a catalogue of blood as she: O, 'tis not wise to show this jealous hate, Yet leave such weapons to retaliate. |