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Poor fellow.

--A young gentleman, in describing the effects of his first waltz, says that for fifteen minutes he appeared to be swimming in a sea of rose leaves with a blue angel. This soon changed; he says, to a delirium of peacock feathers, in which his brain got so mixed with low- necked frocks, musk, and melody that he has fed on flutes ever since.

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