Hers were not "castles in the air" that rose
Based upon nothing; for her sire was able,
As well she knew, to "buy out" the one-half
Of Fashion's glittering train, that nightly quaff
xxxi.
From dandy coachmen, whose "exquisite" grin
And "ruffian" lounge flash brilliantly without,
Down to their brother dandies ranged within,
Gay as the Brussels carpeting they tread on,
And sapient as the oysters they are fed on.
xxxii.
'Tis wonderful how easy we believe her)
Had whispered he was rich, and all he met
In Wall Street, nodded, smiled, and "tipped the beaver;"
All,—from Mr. Gelston, the collector,
Down to the broker, and the bank director.
xxxiii.
Among the worthies of that street was fixed;
He had become director of a bank,
And six insurance offices, and mixed