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FRAGMENTS:

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,

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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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