And how roguish Cupid weaves his magic spells!—
Happy Belles!
The Dance.
Oh, the skipping of the Swells, and the tripping of the Belles!
As couples, clasped, advancing
In the whirling, twirling, dancing,
The merry laugh all starchiness dispels—
Solemn Swells!
The Supper.
Oh, the flirting of the Belles, the diverting of the Swells!