The month was just beginning, and the papers said so too;
"A charming number," "brilliant," "a treat for ladies all,"
And I wished to see its contents, and read "Fashion" on the fall.
A rainy afternoon it was—not a dashing, roaring rain,
With a trumpet-sounding wind, or a stirring hurricane;
It did not rattle 'gainst the glass a lively, merry chime,
But a dull and dreary drizzle, a stupid, yawning time.
I almost had a mind to venture on the street,
But I do detest the pavements, even when they're clean and neat;
So I thought upon the "Godey," with its fresh and uncut page,