As the _New York Herald_
Mentioned when she died.

Well, my pile's a million,
That's a fact, you bet:
I'm in our cotillon
Quite the Broadway Pet:
I can sing like PATTI;
And to win I went
For the Cincinnati
Tennis Tournament.

I've a lovely right hand;
For my face I've sat
By electric light--and
Elegant at that!
I enclose the photo,
Just for you to see,
But deny _in toto_
That it flatters me.

_You_, I've read, are rather
"Up the Spout" for cash,
Owing to your father
Having been so splash:
_I_ from debt could free you,
And in Politics
Calculate to see you
Bagging all the tricks.