THE POET'S CORNER. EVENING DRESS. hate the habits which denote The slave to Fashion's rule; ' I hate the black,
... unwieldy cost Which makes one look a fool. ] execrate the Gibus hat (Collapsing with spring), '[he shiny boots, the white cravat. And nearly everything That's worn dandies who profess au fixt in Evening Dress, braces break—a button goes— My rasor gives slip, And cuts me either on my nose Or else upon my lip; Or, while I'm cabbing to the place, lot of mud or dirt (lets plaster'd either on my ...