And maids and valets waltz behind the scenes;
Wide and more wide thy witching circle spreads,
And turns—if nothing else—at least our heads;
With thee even clumsy cits attempt to bounce,
And cockneys practise what they can’t pronounce.
Gods! how the glorious theme my strain exalts,
And rhyme finds partner rhyme in praise of “Waltz!”
Blest was the time Waltz chose for her
debut:
The court, the Regent, like herself, were
new,
New face for friends, for foes some new
rewards;
New ornaments for black and royal guards;
New laws to hang the rogues that roar’d
for bread;
New coins (most new) to follow those that
fled;
New victories—nor can we prize
them less,
Though Jenky wonders at his own success;
New wars, because the old succeed so well,
That most survivors envy those who fell;
New mistresses—no, old—and
yet ’tis true,
Though they be old, the thing
is something new;
Each new, quite new—(except
some ancient tricks),
New white-sticks, gold-sticks, broom-sticks,
all new sticks!
With vests or ribbons, deck’d alike
in hue,
New troopers strut, new turncoats blush
in blue;
So saith the muse! my ——,
what say you?
Such was the time when Waltz might best
maintain
Her new preferments in this novel reign;
Such was the time, nor ever yet was such:
Hoops are no more, and petticoats
not much:
Morals and minuets, virtue and her stays,
And tell-tale powder—all have
had their days.
The ball begins—the honours
of the house
First duly done by daughter or by spouse,
Some potentate—or royal or
serene—
With Kent’s gay grace, or sapient
Glo’ster’s mien,
Leads forth the ready dame, whose rising
flush
Might once have been mistaken for a blush,
From where the garb just leaves the bosom
free,
That spot where hearts were once supposed
to be;
Round all the confines of the yielded
waist,
The stranger’s hand may wander undisplaced;
The lady’s in return may grasp as
much
As princely paunches offer to her touch.
Pleased round the chalky floor how well
they trip,
One hand reposing on the royal hip:
The other to the shoulder no less royal
Ascending with affection truly loyal!
Thus front to front the partners move
or stand,
The foot may rest, but none withdraw the
hand;
And all in turn may follow in their rank,
The Earl of—Asterisk—and
Lady—Blank;
Sir—Such-a-one—with
those of fashion’s host,
For whose blest surnames—vide
Morning Post
(Or if for that impartial print too late,
Search Doctors’ Commons six months
from my date)—
Thus all and each, in movement swift or
slow,
The genial contact gently undergo;
Till some might marvel, with the modest