To William Hatch, of Medford, Mass., for improvement in Spike and Nail Machines.—Patented 28th July, 1846.
Old Bachelors.
They are wanderers and ramblers—never at home,
Making sure of a welcome wherever they roam.
And ev'ry one knows that the bachelor's den
Is a room set apart for these singular men—
A nook in the clouds, of some five feet by four,
Though sometimes, perchance, it may be rather more,
With skylight, or no light, ghosts, goblins and gloom,
And ev'ry where termed, 'The Bachelor's Room.'
These creatures, they say, are not valued at all,
Except when the herd give a Bachelor's ball.
Then drest in their best,
In their gold broidered vest,
It is known as a fact,
That they act with much tact,
And they lisp out 'How do?'
And they coo and they woo,
And they smile, for a while,
Their fair guests to beguile;
Condescending and bending,
For fear of offending,
Though inert, And they spy,
They exert, With their eye,
To be pert, And they sigh
And to flirt, As they fly.
And they whisk, and they whiz,
And are brisk, when they quiz.
For they meet, Advancing,
To be sweet, And glancing,
And are fleet, And dancing,
On their feet, And prancing.
Sliding and gliding with minuet pace,
Piroueting and setting with infinite grace.