And his general style is so gorgeously "swell,"
That he'd hardly be known in the village,
Whence to-day will arrive that bewitching young belle
Whose heart he is anxious to pillage.
Here they come! As the horse-car discharges its freight,
The party he greets one by one;
There are uncles and aunts, some nineteen hundred weight,
And of cousins no less than a ton;
Then the pastor, arriving as usual late,
With his daughter, - our tale is begun.
Belinda her name is, and never so fair
Has she been to our hero, as now;
Her bonnet, arranged with a Frenchified air,
Is perched on the side of her "pow";
And that muslin, with roses looped up here and there,
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Class of 1890.