Songsters of the Day.
The Bard of Society.
There, pay it, James! ’tis cheaply earned;
My conscience! how one’s cabman charges!
But never mind, so I’m returned
Safe to my native street of Clarges.
I’ve just an hour for one cigar
What style these Reinas have, and what ash!),
One hour to watch the evening star,
With just one Curaçao-and-potash.