The confiding characters of tailors being generally acknowledged, it is almost needless to state, that the faintest indication of seediness will be fatal to your reputation; and as a presentation at the Insolvent Court is equally fashionable with that of St. James, any squeamishness respecting your inability to pay could only be looked upon as a want of moral courage upon your part, and
[Illustration: UTTERLY UNWORTHY OF A GENTLEMAN.]
[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 outre,
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;
With fairy-like grounds, and a bark
O’er its miniature waters
to glide.
There oft, ’neath the pale twilight
star,
Or the moonlight unruffled
and clear,
My meerschaum I’d smoke, or cigar,
If I had a thousand a-year.
I’d have pictures and statues, with
taste—
Such as ladies unblushing
might view—
In my drawing and dining-rooms placed,
With many a gem of virtu.
My study should be an affair
The heart of a book-worm to
cheer—
All compact, with its easy spring chair,
If I had a thousand a-year.
A cellar I’d have quite complete
With wines, so recherche,
well stored;
And jovial guests often should meet
Round my social and well-garnish’d
board.
But I would have a favourite few,
To my heart and my friendship
more dear;
And I’d marry—I mustn’t
tell who—
If I had a thousand a-year.
With comforts so many, what more
Could I ask of kind Fortune
to grant?
Humph! a few olive branches—say
four—
As pets for my old maiden
aunt.
Then, with health, there’d be nought
to append.
To perfect my happiness here;
For the utile et duloc would blend.
If I had a thousand a-year.
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