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 The way she cast back the long sweep of her curls! Th' above panegyric is borrowed from Whittier. Perhaps, when you read, you are ready to pity her, For being so far behind or outside The fashion, since rarely a maid is descried Who will let her hair loose in long curls now-a-days. If she wanders in fashion's mysterious ways, She bunches it up in some curious maze. So I hasten to tell you at once (without joke) The curls that I speak of were ringlets of smoke,