NATHANIEL P. WILLIS.  1817-1867.

At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.[655:1]

Necessity for a Promenade Drive.

For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart,

And makes his pulses fly,

To catch the thrill of a happy voice

And the light of a pleasant eye.

Saturday Afternoon.

It is the month of June,

The month of leaves and roses,