Poem by Winthrop Mackworth Praed

Good-Night to the Season

Good-night to the Season!—the rages
    Led off by the chiefs of the throng,
The Lady Matilda's new pages,
    The Lady Eliza's new song;
Miss Fennel's Macaw, which at Boodle's
    Is held to have something to say;
Mrs. Splenetic's musical Poodles,
    Which bark "Batti, batti!" all day.
      . . .
Good-night to the Season!—another
    Will come with its trifles and toys,
And hurry away, like its brother,
    In sunshine, and odour, and noise.
Will it come with a rose or a briar?
    Will it come with a blessing or curse?
Will its bonnets be lower or higher?
    Will its morals be better or worse?
Will it find me grown thinner or fatter,
    Or fonder of wrong or of right,
Or married, or buried?—no matter,
    Good-night to the Season, Good-night!

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2. A Song of Impossibilities
3. The Talented Man
4. The Vicar
5. A Letter of Advice

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