Is quivering now within her heaving breast.
Here is murder in the first degree once more. Now some people may call this strong writing; we call it fustian run mad. Next come Riot and Folly and Theft and Love and Misery and Guilt, of which we do not recognise any one but Love as belonging to the Passions. Just here there occurs a passage, which is so clearly applicable to the “divine Fanny Elssler,” that, “in the opinion of this court,” an action on the case for heavy damages will lie. Although the danseuse alluded to figures under no name whatsoever, and is merely described as “Another,” we beg leave to put it to the immense jury, consisting of the subscribers to this Magazine, what other than the “splendiferous Madam,” above named, can possibly be signified? Read the remarkable passage, and record your verdicts.
Another, too, in tinselled garb, is near,
’Mid scenic splendor, like a thing of light—
With limbs scarce veiled, and gestures wild and strange,
She gaily bounds in the lascivious dance,
Moving as if her element were air,
And music was the echo of her step.
Around her bold, unblushing brow are twined
The deadly nightshade and the curling vine,