The wealthy-born, for whom she hath
Mac-Adamised the future path--
The Nabob's pamper'd heir!


XII.

Some brightly starr'd--some evil born,--
For honor some, and some for scorn,--
For fair or foul renown!
Good, bad, indiff'rent--none may lack!
Look, here's a White, and there's a Black
And there's a Creole brown!


XIII.

Some laugh and sing, some mope and weep,
And wish _their_ frugal sires would keep
Their only sons at home;--
Some tease their future tense, and plan
The full-grown doings of the man,
And plant for years to come!


XIV.

A foolish wish! There's one at hoop;
And four at _fives_! and five who stoop
The marble taw to speed!