HE was charming, full of grace,

A hostess, you could place

In a higher sphere, than that in which she shone,

"I've a partner you should meet,

A girl, extremely sweet!"

And for the dance she always put me on,

But meetings of regret,

Were maidens that I met,

My hostess was a gay designing one,

Her wallflowers were too plain,

The waltz did give me pain,

I took a B. and S. and I was gone!

She played with me, too often put me on,

My hostess was a gay designing one!