Motherwell.
50. In face an angel, but in soul a cat!
Dr. Wolcott—Peter Pindar.
51. Her feet beat witchcraft as she heads the dance,
Lads, like a garland, hem her round about,
While Love rains on them from her dark eye-glance.
The maidens near her, tittering, take their stance,
And on her swan-white neck, and snowy arms,
Her small and nimble feet, they look askance;
The hoary fiddler, as he listens, warms,