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32 Of leaving that sensitive region bare—

She did some things that you couldn't but feel

She wouldn't have done had her tail been real.

Champs Élysées: Time, past five;

There go the carriages—look alive!

Everything that man can drive,

Or his inventive skill contrive—

Yankee buggy or English "chay;"

Dog-cart, droschky, and smart coupé,

A desobligeante quite bulky,

(French idea of a Yankee sulky;)

Band in the distance, playing a march,

Footmen standing stiff as starch;

Savans, lorettes, deputies, Arch-

Bishops, and there together range

Sous-lieutenants and cent gardes—(strange

Way these soldier-chaps make change)—

Mixed with black-eyed Polish dames,

With unpronounceable awful names;

Laces tremble, and ribbons flout,

Coachmen wrangle and gend'armes shout—