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Of leaving that sensitive region bare—
She did some things that you couldn't but feel
She wouldn't have done had her tail been real.

Champs Élysées: Time, past five;
There go the carriages—look alive!
Everything that man can drive,
Or his inventive skill contrive—
Yankee buggy or English "chay;"
Dog-cart, droschky, and smart coupé,
A desobligeante quite bulky,
(French idea of a Yankee sulky;)
Band in the distance, playing a march,
Footmen standing stiff as starch;
Savans, lorettes, deputies, Arch-
Bishops, and there together range
Sous-lieutenants and cent gardes—(strange
Way these soldier-chaps make change)—
Mixed with black-eyed Polish dames,
With unpronounceable awful names;
Laces tremble, and ribbons flout,
Coachmen wrangle and gend'armes shout—