Wend you with the world to-night? Sixty grey, and giddy twenty, Flirts that court, and prudes that slight, Stale coquettes and spinsters plenty. Mrs. Sullivan is there With all the charms that nature lent her; Gay M’Kim, with city air, And charming Gales, and Vandeventer; Forsyth, with her group of graces; Both the Crowninshields in blue; The Peirces, with their heavenly faces, And eyes like suns, that dazzle through; _Belles_ and matrons, maids and madams, All are gone to Mrs. Adams’s. Wend you with the world to-night? East and West, and South and North, Form a constellation bright, And pour a blended brilliance forth. See the tide of fashion flowing, ’Tis the noon of beauty’s reign; Webster, Hamiltons are going, Eastern Lloyd and Southern Hayne; Western Thomas, gaily smiling; Borland, nature’s _protégé_; Young De Wolfe, all hearts beguiling; Morgan, Benton, Brown and Lee; _Belles_ and matrons, maids and madams. All are gone to Mrs. Adams’s. Wend you with the world to-night? Where blue eyes are brightly glancing, While to measures of delight Fairy feet are deftly dancing; Where the young Euphrosyne Reigns, the sovereign of the scene, Chasing gloom and courting glee With the merry tambourine. Many a form of fairy birth, Many a Hebe yet unwon; Wirt, a gem of purest worth, Lively, laughing Pleasanton, Vails and Taylor will be there; Gay Monroe, so _débonnaire_, Helen, pleasure’s harbinger, Ramsay, Cottringers, and Kerr; _Belles_ and matrons, maids and madams, All are gone to Mrs. Adams’s. Wend you with the world to-night? Juno in her court presides, Mirth and melody invite, Fashion points and pleasure guides! Haste away then, seize the hour, Shun the thorn and pluck the flower. Youth, in all its spring-time blooming, Age, the guise of youth assuming, Wit, through all its circle gleaming, Glittering wealth, and beauty beaming; _Belles_ and matrons, maids and madams, All are gone to Mrs. Adams’s.