Our spring poet, having passed all his annuals, gives way to his exuberance of spirits as follows :
I.Miss Susan McSnagg was a charming young girl,
In the far Western States was her home;
But now she had made the grand tour in a whirl
And was spending the winter in Rome.
II.Her American manners were curious and free,
Quite too live for the foreigners' tone,
And this was the worst of the faults they could see -
That she walked on the streets all alone.
III.The fact was soon marked by the jeunesse doree,
Who watched for her when she came out,
And not only stared in a rather rude way,
But dared to pursue her about.
IV.Miss Susan with this felt at least slightly bored,
And, stopping one pleased youth, she said;
"Here, take this small money, I well can afford
To help a poor beggar." They fled. L.
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