Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1829-04-21
YOU'LL COME TO OUR BALL.

"Commenu c's,t iui'que js lie rsxarde eneore.- G.,
e vrarent II est ben changer n'es es pes, FsPs!-
"a premiers inc,as.
Iou'll con-. 10 our bsih--,i we parted,
I've thought of you, more ,hso I'll 'syj
JUDGED, wa. half bfoien.hear,ed
Fond Fancy, brought baek TO my slumber,
Our walk o the Mes. and the Deu,
dBd echoed the mc,icsi uumhers
Which you used to sing TO then.
know the romano q, since tia over,
.Twefe idle, or worse &c rec ALL
know you're Terrible rover;
But, Oiarenee,- yo"ll come 10 ouI Dali
It's only year, since al College
fon put on your esp and your gown;
Uut, ClsreEee, you're grown out Of knowledge,
- and changed from the spur TO the crown:
The ,.ies tina. wa, hes. wscu it fsl,ered
Us fuller and frmer IN tone;
Aud che guile that should never hsvs aitsredr-
Dear Olareuce,-- 1t is lot your own;
Your eravs va, badly selected,
Honr coat don't become you at ALL.
And why is your hair neglected.
iou must have il eufied fer our Ball.
I've often been over TO Haldon,
To look for convey with Pup;
I'yc0often been over TO Shslccn,
To see how your boat is laid up:
IN spite of the ierrors Of Aunty,
I've ridden the hlly you broke;
Ard I've studied your sweet little Dante.
In the shade Of your fsvorte oak
When satin JulSto Sir Lawrence,
sat in your love of Shawl;
And I'll wear what you brought me from Florence,
Perhaps, il yoa'll come to 0ur Ball
You'll End u, all changed since you vanished;
We've set up a National School;
And Waiting is utterly bsnished;
And Ellen has married foeli
The Major j, gowing TO traveij
Hiss Hyecnth threatens a roht;
The walk is laid down with fresh gravel;
Papa j, laid up With the govt
And Jane ha, gone on with her rassIs
And Anne has gone of with Sir Pau;
And Fanny ], sick Of the nieasle g.
Aud Ill tell you the rest at the Ball.
You'll me et all your beautes- The Liiy
Aud the Fairy of Wlowbrnek Farm.
Aud Lucy, who made so silly
AT Dawish, by taking your arm
Lbs. Manners who always abused you
For tsikiay so much about Hook
And her sister who often ama,ed you.
by ravins of rebels and Rock
Aud something which surely would sn,.er,
An HERES, quite fresh from Bepgi'.-,
So. though you were seldom dancer,
You'll dance just for once, at our Ball
But out en- the world from the flower.
II shuts oat the sunshine Of truth
Il bljghts the green leaves in the bswer,.
II makes an old age of our youth
And the flow Of our feeling, oace III II,
Like ,trssmlet bsginnins TO freer.t
Though It cannot turn ice ia a minute,
Grows harder by sufsn degrees.
Time tIesd,o'er the grave Of Affection
Sweet honey is turned into gall
Perhaps you have recollection
That ever you danced at our Ball
You once eonld be pleased with our billae'N
To-day you have critical eArs-
You ence could he charmed with our s,.l,ti,.-
Alas! you've been dining with Peer;
You trfed and hiried with many
You've forgotten the when and the how.
There you liked better than auy-.
Perhaps you've forgotten her now.
But of those You remember most newly,
OF those who delight enthrsii,
None love quarter 50 truly,
As some you will fud at our Bal.
They tell me you've many who lister,
because Of your wit and Jour ssngJ
They tell me (snd hat doe, it msttet!>
You like TO be prai.ed by the thronyT
They tell me you're Swallowed with Laurel;
They tell me yours loved by Blue;
They Tell me you're sadly immoral;
Dear Clarence, that ceEnot be true.
Butte you are still what found you,
Before you grew clever and tall,
and you'll think of the spell that ono bound You:
Aud you'll come won't you come? to our Bail.