Water, or cream?” I could no more dissemble,
But dropped upon the couch all in a tremble.
A swimming faintness misted o’er my brain,
The corks seemed starting from the brisk champagne,
The custards fell untouched upon the floor,
Thine eyes met mine. That night we danced no more.
There was an imitation of Leigh Hunt, entitled “A Nursery Ode,” in Warreniana (London, 1824), but it had little merit as a parody, and is of no present interest.
Another short imitation was published, about forty years ago, in The Puppet Showman’s Album, describing the author’s sentiments on viewing that celebrated danseuse.
Carlotta Grisi.
By the Author of “Niminy-Piminy,”
“A Pot of Treacle,” &c.