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 Ere long, the air of Broadway or Park Place, And reign a fairy queen in fairy land; Display in the gay dance her form of grace, Or touch with rounded arm and gloveless hand, Harp or piano.—Madame Catilani Forgot awhile, and every eye on Fanny.

And in anticipation of that hour, Her star of hope, her paradise of thought, She'd had as many masters as the power Of riches could bestow; and had been taught The thousand nameless graces that adorn The daughters of the wealthy and high born.

She had been noticed at some public places (The Battery, and the balls of Mr. Whale), For hers was one of those attractive faces, That when you gaze upon them, never fail To bid you look again; there was a beam, A lustre in her eye, that oft would seem

A little like effrontery; and yet The lady meant no harm; her only aim