Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1829-02-03
From the Albion.

THE FANCY BALL.
"You used to talk" said MiN Mac Can,
''of flowers, aud flames, aud Cupid:
Bur now you never talk at all,
You're getting vastly stupid.
You'd better burn your Blackstone, Sir,
You never will get through il,
Thste:a Fancy Ball at Wincne.,eT,--
DO let us tske you TO it."
I made that night solemn vow,
To stsrtle all b.holders;
i wore white muslin Oh my brow
Oreen velvet on my shoulders
ny trow'er' we're 'uPremely wide,
I learn'd t. swear abr Aliah;r
stuck roniard by my side.
Aud call myself "Abdallah."
OH Fancy Balls strange sfair,
Made up of silks and feathers,
Light heads, hight heels false hearts, false hail.
Pins, pant, aud ostrich feathers;
The duliest Duke in ell the town,
To night may shines droil one;
All rskes. who have not half .a.orvxn,
Look royal with whole one.
Hail, bles, Confusion! here are met
an tongues, aud tise., and faces,
The Lancers hirt with juliet,
The Brahmin talks Of races;
And where's your genius, bright Corrinne.
aud where your brcgue, Sir Lueiu,;
And Chincs Ii, you have not seen
One chapter Of Confucius.
Lol dandies from Kamscbstka ifirt
With beauties fro,u the Wrekin;
And belle, from Derne look very pert
Oh Mandatins from Pekiu;
The Cardinal is here from Rome,
The Commandant from Seville;
aud uamlets father from the tomb.
And Fau,tus from the Devil.
-Four Season. come to darce quadriIles,
With four well..ea.oned ssiIorr;
Aud Raleigh talks Of railroad tilh,
With Timvn, prince nj rsilers;
fluid Sir Charles Of Amhyu ParI
E9uipp'd for walk to Mecca;
And run awsy from Joan Of Arc;
To romp with sad Rebeoca.
Fsir Cleopatra very plain,
Puck nslts, aud Ariel swsgxets,
And Cesat's murdet'd DER assin,
Though not by Roman dsgSeIs--
Great Chariemayne l, four fee; hist
Sad stuff hs. Bacon spoken;
Queen May. waist is all awIy.
Aud Pysche's nose is broken.
Our iappie,, bride, how very odu.
Is the mourning Isabella,
And the heaviest foot that ever TOD
Is tbs foo, of CinaeI ella.
Here sad Cali.;a laughs outright,
There YoTick looks mot grave, SIR.
And Templer wave. the eros. to .nisaf~
Who never cro,s'd the wave, Sir.
And what Babel i, the talk.
"The GiTafe"-"p'sys the eddie
"Macsdam', roads"-"I hate thi, chalk
"Sweet Sirl"--''a charming riddle"-
"I'm nearly drunk with "Ep.om sal.r-
eyes, sep.rate bed,"- "Such orcnie.!r
aGood Heaven! whotauyht that mar to waltz,
"a pair Of Shetland Ponies"
aLotd D--'-"aa enchanting shape
"Wili move foi'- .tMsTs.ohino"-
"Prsy, Julia, bow's your mothers sr.'"
Ale died at Nsvar'no!'
"The govt BY Jove i.'j-"apple pie
"Don Miguel!'- "rom the tinker
"His Lordship's pediSr.e's IS high
LAS -"WhirehoTd, dam by Clinisr,R
"Love'5 shaft, ere w,sk"--"my che,nut Liei,r
"Heart broken''-"brolet the traces
"Whst ray you Of pvtics,"
"Chanss sides and 10 your place.
"a fve-bsued gate'-"a pre- ious pearl
"Grsve things may all be puund onn'
"rhe Wbig'. thank God, sre"-"out Of currh-
Hfier age is"-'iout by London"
Thus run the giddy hour away,
TIL mornings light /, beaming,
Aud we Must 20 10 dream by day
AL we tonight are dreaming;
To smile and sigh, TO love aud change;
oh in our hearts retes,e.,
We dre.: in fencis, quite as strange
As these our fancy. drfeye..