LIFE AT NIAGARA.
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Rich East India governors, heavy as gold,
Hanging round like weak sun-flowers, yellow and old;
Artistical talent, with sketch-book displayed,
Drawing very bad water in very poor shade;
Fat cockneys from Charing-Cross; belles from Madrid,
Whose long jewelled fingers outrival Jamschid;
Superb English maidens, with swan-swimming gait,
Who float round the Rapids like Junos in state;—
But the brightest-eyed daughters, the best string of pearls,
Represent in their beauty our own Yankee Girls.
Hanging round like weak sun-flowers, yellow and old;
Artistical talent, with sketch-book displayed,
Drawing very bad water in very poor shade;
Fat cockneys from Charing-Cross; belles from Madrid,
Whose long jewelled fingers outrival Jamschid;
Superb English maidens, with swan-swimming gait,
Who float round the Rapids like Junos in state;—
But the brightest-eyed daughters, the best string of pearls,
Represent in their beauty our own Yankee Girls.
Here cluster the fair, and the plain, and the prim,
Round the gallant and gay, whiskered up to the brim;
Here's a biped in boots, a most exquisite ass,
Who looks at the Falls through a golden-rimmed glass;
And to-day such a waist, N., I saw on the Rock,
That to furnish the brains seemed a slight waste of stock.
Here's a lively old lady, all feathers and fans,
Who trots about peddling her Susans and Anns;
And a drab-colored Quaker, I've seen more than twice
Take a sly glass of something in water and ice.
Round the gallant and gay, whiskered up to the brim;
Here's a biped in boots, a most exquisite ass,
Who looks at the Falls through a golden-rimmed glass;
And to-day such a waist, N., I saw on the Rock,
That to furnish the brains seemed a slight waste of stock.
Here's a lively old lady, all feathers and fans,
Who trots about peddling her Susans and Anns;
And a drab-colored Quaker, I've seen more than twice
Take a sly glass of something in water and ice.
