[The subject of _dress in particular_ will form the subject of our next
chapter.]

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IF I HAD A THOUSAND A-YEAR.

A BACHELOR'S LYRIC.

If I had a thousand a-year,
(How my heart at the bright vision glows!)
I should never be crusty or queer,
But all would be _couleur de rose_.
I'd pay all my debts, though _outré_,
And of duns and embarrassments clear,
Life would pass like a bright summer day,
If I had a thousand a-year.

I'd have such a spicy turn-out,
And a horse of such mettle and breed--
Whose points not a jockey should doubt,
When I put him at top of his speed.
On the foot-board, behind me to swing,
A tiger so small should appear,
All the nobs should protest "'twas the thing!"
If I had a thousand a-year.

A villa I'd have near the Park,
From Town just an appetite-ride;