Dying when fair things are fading away!
Thomas Haynes Bayly.
“I MUST COME OUT NEXT SPRING”
I MUST come out next Spring, Mamma,
I must come out next Spring;
To keep me with my Governess
Would be a cruel thing:
Whene’er I see my sisters dress’d
In leno and in lace,—
Miss Twig’s apartment seems to be