Edwardsville Spectator

POETRY.

From the Baltimore Morning Chronicle

THE DANDIES.

Behold! what's that so very tall and slender?
I mean a man, but looks of neuter gender:
Its waist I really fear will snap in half,
Oh! how I scorn to see a man turn calf-
His stays are drawn so tight he scarce can budge,
But this he'll tell you's nothing "but a fudge;"
That nature kind has given him such a waist,
And taught him too his whiskers how to paste;
Let's count—nine capes he has upon his coat
So neatly brush'd you cannot find a mote-
A black cravat his little throat must bind,
But will not do unless 'tis tied behind;
A bell crown'd hat upon his "shallow pate,"
For nothing will "go down" but such of late—
No doubt, he thinks this dress, this morning air,
Will turn the brain of every lady fair;
But when too late, he'll from this dream awaken
And find we're not by insects to be taken
Take my advice, and gather up your brains,
(If in your "noddles" such a thing remains,)
Improve your minds and be like what you ought
And then, by worth, you will again be sought;
Throw off this weakness and resume your station,
For Dandies sure could ne'er protect the nation.

ELLEN.