And thus a welcome, lively guest could pass,
Threading her pleasant way from class to class.
“Her reputation?” - That was like her wit,
And seem’d her manner and her state to fit;
Sometking there was - what, none presumed to say;
Clouds lightly passing on a smiling day, -
Whispers and hints which went from ear to ear,
And mix’d reports no judge on earth could clear.
But of each sex a friendly number press’d
To joyous banquets this alluring guest: