A party's chief or tool:
Come shower or sunshine, hope or fear,
The palace or the plough—
My heart and lute are broken here,—
I'm not a lover now!
Lady, the mist is on my sight,
The chill is on my brow;
My day is night, my bloom is blight,—
I'm not a lover now!
The First Ball, by L.E.L. is rife and gay; which, with Mr. Croker's Three Advices, are all we can spare room to point out to our readers.