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 Who have been three whole weeks without anything new In the way of flounced silks, and, thus left in the lurch, Are unable to go to ball, concert, or church. In another large mansion, near the same place, Was found a deplorable, heartrending case Of entire destitution of Brussels point lace. In a neighboring block there was found, in three calls, Total want, long continued, of camel’s-hair shawls; And a suffering family, whose case exhibits The most pressing need of real ermine tippets; One deserving young lady almost unable To survive for the want of a new Russian sable; Another confined to the house, when it’s windier Than usual, because her shawl isn’t India. Still another, whose tortures have been most terrific Ever since the sad loss of the steamer Pacific, In which were engulfed, not friend or relation (For whose fate she perhaps might have found consolation Or borne it, at least, with serene resignation), But the choicest assortment of French sleeves and collars Ever sent out from Paris, worth thousands of dollars,