Her mind with these is gone, and with it go Voluptuous Waltz! and dare I thus blaspheme? My wife now waltzes-and my daughters shall; My son- -(or stop-t is needless to inquire— These little accidents should ne'er transpire; Some ages hence our genealogic tree Will wear as green a bough for him as me)Waltzing shall rear, to make our name amends, Grandsons for me-in heirs to all his friends. THE AGE OF BRONZE. I. THE "good old times"-all times when old are good- To those who play their "tricks before high heaven." 11. All is exploded-be it good or bad. Reader! remember when thou wert a lad, Of eloquence between, which flow'd all free, |