THE SEA-SERPENT. 
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row, and gloom. As they moved through the 
dance, in their warm beauty blushing, their eyes 
sparkled bright as a moonlight-tipped wave, while 
the laugh and the song, so rich in its gushing, 
was richer than gem in old earth’s deepest cave. 
Forbes sighed as he gazed, and, lost in admira¬ 
tion, he deemed it might be some deep magical 
spell that had stole o’er his spirits in gentle 
gradation, — how he feared it would vanish words 
never can tell. If they spoke, their dear words 
(will, beaux ever forget them ?) fell harmonious 
and sweet from each musical tongue, while their 
lips, and the pearls that so radiantly lit them, 
breathed soft as the harp by angel hands strung. 
O, tell us where else are nymphs so enchanting ? 
What scenes from the past can fond memory call, 
that like these the day-dreams of belles are still 
haunting, when in fancy they float through the 
gay Newport ball ? One lady from the “ Empire 
State,” with yellow jacket, cap, and boots, with 
mirthful eye, and air elate, the palm with many 
a belle disputes. Another, from those “ clas- 
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