. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. At the ball, when the music in soft dulcet strains, Beats in rhythm with feet gaily dancing, Who more sparkling and bright, neath the chandelierslight, Than E. Z., with his eyes archly glancing. As the German he leads with an exquisite grace,There is none that can equal E. Z. Doubleface. But on Sunaay he visits the church of his choice, Looking dignified, doleful and solemn. His admirers feel sure, to the church, he is more Than a pillar; say rather, a column. Yet his wealth only deepens the shame and dis-grace,While his gifts to the church have no power to eras
. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. At the ball, when the music in soft dulcet strains, Beats in rhythm with feet gaily dancing, Who more sparkling and bright, neath the chandelierslight, Than E. Z., with his eyes archly glancing. As the German he leads with an exquisite grace,There is none that can equal E. Z. Doubleface. But on Sunaay he visits the church of his choice, Looking dignified, doleful and solemn. His admirers feel sure, to the church, he is more Than a pillar; say rather, a column. Yet his wealth only deepens the shame and dis-grace,While his gifts to the church have no power to eraseEen one sin from the score of E. Z. Doubleface.
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