Whose seeming set habits in bachelor ways
Is all that robs him of womanly praise.
The next that comes under my critical pen,
At the president’s table sits fair Mrs. Glenn,
A lady so rich in pleasing pen powers
That we oftentimes wish her minutes were hours.
And then Mr. Cole, so sober and sage,
Whose late recitations have been quite the rage;
He, too, ’s in the market—I beg you won’t tell,
For the girls will pursue him and find it a “sell.”