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A SCOLDING.
The Evening Star found herself a success--that is, much followed
by the men and much complimented by the women. Her triumph,
however, did not culminate until the next appearance of "The
Firefly," containing a song "To the Evening Star," which
everybody knew to stand for Mrs. Redmain. The chaos of the
uninitiated, indeed, exoteric and despicable, remained in
ignorance, nor dreamed that the verses meant anybody of note; to
them they seemed but the calf-sigh of some young writer so deep
in his first devotion that he jumbled up his lady-love, Hesper,
and Aphrodite, in the same poetic bundle--of which he left the
string-ends hanging a little loose, while, upon the whole, it
remained a not altogether unsightly bit of prentice-work. Tom had
not been at the party, but had gathered fire enough from what he
heard of Hesper's appearance there to write the verses. Here they
are, as nearly as I can recall them. They are in themselves not
worth writing out for the printers, but, in their surroundings,
they serve to show Tom, and are the last with which I shall
trouble the readers of this narrative.
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