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;