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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 14, Issue 719, 20 September 1869, Page 4

Select Poetry.

IMPOOT) /& oat sister Paris, what vestments you send us, P?t To deck oUt our sweet English gitfs t How quaint and bizarre are the fabrics you lend us, To coif round their cold-dusted curls 1 A pheasant, perhaps, or wild duck for a bonnet, Adorning thajt impudent child: /.' apropos," you may whisper, when gazing npon it — ■« she's a duck, and most certainly wild." Ah! those skirts en panier, go loved by your yasaals! More short than sufficient to show .Smart bottes a mi-jam'bes with their fanciful tas- ' sels, - 'Neath petticoats peeping below. .What aigrettes, what Almees, what flchus and ' " frilling! Sends Paris with laces and braids, ■To make " frisky matrons *' astoundingly killing, And dress to distraction our maids! .We've costumes so splendid for ecclesiastic, Sent over by old Mother Rome— The garb of the friar and the tonsure monastic—- ' Too often we meet now at home; JVith smooth-shaven priest and his long-coat erratic, The thurifer swinging his bowl, The chasuble gay and the stripen dalmatic, ' The alb, and the colored silk stole. Mother Eome, Sister Paris, and fickle Miss Fashion ' Combine in such wild masquerade, That ne'er can we tell, though we get in a passion, ' Forsooth, if " a spade is a spade:" ' Thus often the subject will worry our noddles, And questions sometimes will arise— Are dandy divines nought but milliner's models ? ' ; Are girls pretty priests in disguise ? —Echoes from the Curbs.