She flits about big Moses Brown, Who holds her hands to keep her down And his heart turns over once! He means to win the maiden yet, Alas, for the awkward dunce! "Your stoga boot has crushed my toe!" And the Money Musk by heart! "Three quarters round your partner swing!" "Across the set!" The rafters ring, The girls and boys have taken wing And have brought their roses out! "Tis "Forward six!" with rustic grace, Ah, rarer far than-" Swing to place!" Than golden clouds of old point-lace They bring the dance about. Then clasping hands all-" Right and left" All swiftly weave the measure deft Across the woof in loving weft And the Money Musk is dore! Oh, dancers of the rustling husk, Good-night, sweethearts, 'tis growing dusk, Good-night for aye to Money Musk, For the heavy march begun! Each of the Four Numbers of "100 Choice Selections" contained in this volume is paged separately, and the Index is made to correspond therewith. See EXPLANATION on first page of Contents. The entire book contains nearly 1000 pages. 100 CHOICE SELECTIONS. No. 19. WELCOME TO THE NATIONS.-O. W. HOLMES. Bright on the banners of lily and rose, Wreathe the black cannon that scowled on our foes, Welcome! a shout like the war trumpet's swell Welcome! the walls of her temple resound. Thrones of the Continents! Isles of the Sea! ORMOLU'S TENEMENT HOUSE.-FITZ JAMES O'BRIEN. A nice little dinner at Ormolu's; With ample waistcoat and creaking shoes. From the delicate bisque to the caviare, The season of large, well-fed repose, Then the rich man sits in his easy chair, Big grapes frosted with purple bloom, Flashing the light through a thousand prisms, And full of the tawny, unctuous chrisms That ooze from the oily vines of Spain. Fleshy clusters of rich bananas, Citrons drowning in sirops of amber; And, curling cloudily through the chamber, Over the wine the chat goes round- How to make it and how to lose it, |