That she scarcely dared venture to utter a note;
And thus with most Misses of human creation,
How often their colds are but mere affectation.
The dancing began, and soft music was heard,
Provided, ’twas said, by the sweet Humming Bird.[75]
Old Colonel Gold Spangle,[76] his dancing days past,
Volunteered with good humour the dances to cast;
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To the forward Miss Portland[77] Captain Christian[78] he brought,
Who, aided by Mars, the young lady had caught,
For moths, like their betters, as I have been told,