He looked so handsome, proud, and brave,

As he stood there, straight and tall,

With his steadfast eyes, so gray, so grave,

The beau of the Hunt Club ball.

Ah me, full many a white breast sighed

For the favor of his hand,—

For the love of a heart so true, so tried,

For life, you understand.

He looked a hero; he was more,

A martyr, too, perchance;

For he went to the oldest girl on the floor,

And led her out to dance.