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The Race Ball. LApRIL, 
But now comes the best of my story— 
The charming, the exquisite Ball! 
I never felt more in my glory 
Than when I’d the dances to call. 
The fuss and the fun, too, of dressing, 
In order to be in good time! 
For when one goes late, its distressing 5 
7 think it amounts to a crime. 
My dress was a brilliant blew d’ Hayti— 
“A love of a Mamaluke sleeve ! 
My gold chain d Amour was so weighty, 
1 broke it, which made Mamma grieve. — 
I danced half the night with dear Harry— 
I stood next that horrid Miss Jones ; 
I pity the man she’s to marry— 
How can he endure her cheek-bones ? 
The rooms were so cramm’d with gay prople ; 
A great many of them we knew— 
Young Dawes looked as tall as the steeple, 
He sits, when in town, in our pew: 
The Fothergills, Wilsons, and Parrots, 
Were waltzing as if for their lives ; 
The latter (their hair is like carrots) 
Ma thinks would make excellent wives. 
The two Birds were quite in a flutter, 
For Harry abused their French curls ; 
I heard them soon afterwards mutter, 
« They wondered brunettes should wear pearls!” 
Their ill-natured glance at my necklace 
Told plainly enough what they meant ; 
"Twas his gift they knew—but I’m reckless, 
As long as my Harry's content. 
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1 never saw half so much flirting ! 
Quadrilles were delightfully played ; 
The whole scene was truly diverting— 
I fear that my blue gown will fade ! 
I wish you had seen the nice supper— 
You can’t think how much those Birds ate ; 
They fully employed poor James Tupper, 
‘And took every thing he could get. 
We staid there till five in the morning, 
I danced out a new pair of shoes: 
This sheet, being full, gives me warning 
To tell you that thus ends my news. 
We go back to Town, love, to-morrow— 
_ This week seems so soon at an end ; 
Yet always, in joy and in sorrow, 
I am—Your affectionate Friend, 
Fanny. 
