Not to mar the effect of "Ten Thousand a Year."
Then balls must be given the salons to fill,
And ruin be met in a graceful quadrille:
'Tis sweet e'en on bankruptcy's margin to stand,
While lulled with the music of Collinet's band.
Such luxuries can't be accounted as dear
By one who's possessed of "Ten Thousand a Year."
Without a town mansion, a park, and a seat,
The rich man's establishment is not complete;
But still on an annual tour he must roam;