As Mary Howard and Fitzgerald entered the saloon, a number of light footed creatures preceded by the super-human Mrs. W. came sailing across the room to meet them.
The ball had commenced, and numbers were dancing to a tune which was then in vogue, and which had been made for these words—
“Come list to me a minute,
A song I’m going to begin it,
There’s something serious in it,
’Tis all about the Law,
L!——A!——W!——law!
Has got a deuce of a claw.”
Here the ladies all curtesied to the gentlemen, and the gentlemen all bowed to the ladies, and all continued for five seconds looking in their partners faces with pendent arms, straight under-pinnings, body and breast bent into a half circle, and head erect—
Like some brass God of Heathen make