It's here, it's there, Is Vanity Fair. It's not like a labyrinth, not like a lair. It's North and it's South, and it's East and it's West; You can see it, oh, anywhere, quite at its best. Dame Fashion is queen, Ready Money is king, You can join it, provided you don't know a thing. It's miles over here, and it's miles over there; And it's not seven inches from Madison Square.
"Were I a captain bold," I said, And gently clasped her hand, "Wouldst sail with me, by fancy led, To every foreign strand?
"Wouldst help me furl my silver sail, And be my trusty crew? Wouldst stand by in the midnight gale, My pilot tried and true?"
"Well, no," she answered, blushing red, "Such heavy work I hate. But,"--listen what the maiden said,-- "I would be your first mate."
The printing was done by John Wilson & Son, Cambridge for Fredrick A. Stokes Company New York MDCCCICVIII
End of Project Gutenberg's When hearts are trumps, by Thomas Winthrop Hall