WHEN my young lady has grown great and staid,

And in long raiment wondrously arrayed,

She may take pleasure with a smile to know

How she delighted men-folk long ago.

For her long after, then, this tale I tell

Of the two fans and fairy Rosabelle.

Hot was the day; her weary sire and I

Sat in our chairs companionably nigh,

Each with a headache sat her sire and I.

Instant the hostess waked: she viewed the scene,

Divined the giants’ languor by their mien,

And with hospitable care

Tackled at once an Atlantean chair.

Her pigmy stature scarce attained the seat —

She dragged it where she would, and with her feet

Surmounted; thence, a Phaeton launched, she crowned

The vast plateau of the piano, found

And culled a pair of fans; wherewith equipped,

Our mountaineer back to the level slipped;

And being landed, with considerate eyes............