For songs and suits, a birth-day, or a ball:
The keen warm man o’erlooks each idle tale
For “Monies wanted,” and “Estates on Sale;”
While some with equal minds to all attend,
Pleased with each part, and grieved to find an end.
So charm the news; but we who, far from town,
Wait till the postman brings the packet down,
Once in the week, a vacant day behold,
And stay for tidings, till they’re three days old:
That day arrives; no welcome post appears,