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,