Dainty's Cruel Rivals; Or, The Fatal Birthday

"Her eyes Would match the southern skies When southern skies are bluest; Her heart Will always, take its part Where southern hearts are truest. "Such youth, With all its charms, forsooth. Alas! too well I know it!— Will claim A song of love and fame Sung by some southern poet." "It's a perfect godsend, this invitation!