Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . ed, and beheld some dozen or tenYoung and excessively nice young men;Their faces were beardless, rosy, and fair,An astonishing curl was in their feet Were squeezed into shiny nails were pink, and white at the roots; 436 HARPERS NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. Their hands were as taper, their Umbs as fine As an Arab maidens in Palestine; Their waistcoats were miracles to behold, Ribbed with velvet and flecked with gold; And perfect rivers of watch-chain ran Over the breast of each nice young man. But you could not see
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . ed, and beheld some dozen or tenYoung and excessively nice young men;Their faces were beardless, rosy, and fair,An astonishing curl was in their feet Were squeezed into shiny nails were pink, and white at the roots; 436 HARPERS NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. Their hands were as taper, their Umbs as fine As an Arab maidens in Palestine; Their waistcoats were miracles to behold, Ribbed with velvet and flecked with gold; And perfect rivers of watch-chain ran Over the breast of each nice young man. But you could not see in a single face Of courage or manhood the faintest trace; Through every feature the sentiment ran, If you please I would rather not be a man! One of them sat in an easy-chair, With smirking, impudent, indolent air, Blandly explaining, with smile serene. The merits of Cantators sewing-machine; While others lounged through the gorgeous room, Difiusing the odors of Lubins perfume, Or gossiping over the last new play. Or their spree last week—and Wasnt it gay?. BUT THE ORO\VT> AT THE WINDOWS THOUGHT THEM SUBLIME,AND WISHED THAT THEY HAD SUCH AN EASY TIME. THE SEWING BIRD. 437 But the crowd at the windows thought them subhme,And wished that they had such an easy time. As the work-girl gazed at this splendid arrayOf Cantators young men on show in Broadway,She gathered her shawl round her wasted form,While her breath congealed on the window-panes warm,And sighed, Ah me! ah me! ah me !TJiis is the place where I should be! V Then the Sewing Bird swelled his silvery throat,And trilled through the air his crystalline note:^Follow me up^ and follow me down^Hither and thither^ through all the town y »For there are still more splendid martsThat never will warm the loork-girW hearts^And the lesson is still to he fully learnedHow looman^s pittance by man is earned P*
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