And he, the hero of the night, was there, In breeches of light drab, and coat of blue. Taste was conspicuous in his powder'd hair, And in his frequent _jeux de mots_, that drew Peals of applauses from the listeners round, Who were delighted--as in duty bound. CXXXIV. 'Twas Fanny's father--Fanny near him stood, Her power, resistless--and her wish, command; And Hope's young promises were all made good; "She reign'd a fairy queen in fairy land;" Her dream of infancy a dream no more, And then how beautiful the dress she wore! CXXXV. Ambition with the sire had kept her word. He had the rose, no matter for its thorn, And he seem'd happy as a summer bird, Careering on wet wing to meet the morn. Some said there was a cloud upon his brow; It might be--but we'll not discuss that now. CXXXVI. I left him making rhymes while crossing o'er The broad and perilous wave of the North River. He bade adieu, when safely on the shore, To poetry--and, as he thought, for ever. That night his dream (if after deeds make known Our plans in sleep) was an enchanting one. CXXXVII. He woke, in strength, like Samson from his slumber, And walk'd Broadway, enraptured the next day; Purchased a house there--I've forgot the number-- And sign'd a mortgage and a bond, for pay. Gave, in the slang phrase, Pearl-street the go-by, And cut, for several months, St. Tammany. CXXXVIII. Bond, mortgage, title-deeds, and all completed, He bought a coach and half a dozen horses (The bill's at Lawrence's--not yet receipted-- You'll find the amount upon his list of losses), Then fill'd his rooms with servants, and whatever Is necessary for a "genteel liver." CXXXIX. This last removal fix'd him: every stain Was blotted from his "household coat," and he Now "show'd the world he was a gentleman," And, what is better, could afford to be; His step was loftier than it was of old, His laugh less frequent, and his manner told CXL. What lovers call "unutterable things"-- That sort of dignity was in his mien Which awes the gazer into ice, and brings To recollection some great man we've seen, The Governor, perchance, whose eye and frown, 'Twas shrewdly guess'd, would knock Judge Skinner down. CXLI. And for "Resources," both of purse and head, He was a subject worthy Bristed's pen; Believed devoutly all his flatterers said, And deem'd himself a Cr[oe]sus among men; Spread to the liberal air his silken sails, And lavish'd guineas like a Prince of Wales. CXLII.