Argument. The poet starts from the Bowling Green to take hissweetheart up to Thompson's for an ice, or (if she is inclined for more)ices. He confines his muse to matters which any every-day man andyoung woman may see in taking the same promenade for the sameinnocent refreshment.
Come out, love -- the night is enchanting! The moon hangs just over Broadway;The stars are all lighted and panting -- (Hot weather up there, I dare say I)Tis seldom that "coolness" entices, And love is no better for chilling --But come up to Thompson's for ices, And cool your warm heart for a shilling!
What perfume comes balmily o'er us? Mint juleps from City Hotel!A loafer is smoking before us -- (A nasty cigar, by the smell!)Oh Woman! thou secret past knowing! Like lilachs that grow by the wall,You breathe every air that is going, Yet gather but sweetness from all!
On, on! by St. Paul's, and the Astor! Religion seems very ill-plann'd!For one day we list to the pastor, For six days we list to the band!The sermon may dwell on the future, The organ your pulses may calm --When .- pest! -- that remember'd cachucha Upsets both the sermon and psalm!
Oh, pity the love that must utter While goes a swift omnibus by!(Though sweet is I scream* when the flutter Of fans shows thermometers high)--But if what I bawl, or I mutter, Falls into your ear but to die,Oh, the dew that falls into the gutter Is not more unhappy than I!
*Query.- Should this be Ice cream, or I scream? .- PRINTER'S DEVIL.
