The lovely one out of her drilling,
The silly ones out of their wits.

Good-night to the Season!--the splendour
That beam'd in the Spanish Bazaar,
Where I purchased--my heart was so tender--
A card-case,--a pasteboard guitar,--
A bottle of perfume,--a girdle,--
A lithograph'd Riego full-grown,
Whom Bigotry drew on a hurdle,
That artists might draw him on stone,--
A small panorama of Seville,--
A trap for demolishing flies,--
A caricature of the Devil,
And a look from Miss Sheridan's eyes.

Good-night to the Season!--the flowers
Of the grand horticultural fête,
When boudoirs were quitted for bowers,
And the fashion was not to be late;
When all who had money and leisure,
Grow rural o'er ices and wines,
All pleasantly toiling for pleasure,
All hungrily pining for pines,
And making of beautiful speeches,
And marring of beautiful shows,
And feeding on delicate peaches,
And treading on delicate toes.

Good night to the Season!--another