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SOUTH CAROLINA GENTLEMAN. 149
He always wears a full-dress coat, pre-Adamite in cut,
With waistcoat of the loudest style through which his ruffles jut,
Six breastpins deck his horrid front, and on his fingers shine
Whole invoices of diamond rings which would hardly pass muster with the Original Jacobs in Chatham-street for jewels gen-u-ine.
This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present time.
He chews tobacco by the pound and spits upon the
floor, If there is not a box of sand behind the nearest
door, And when he takes his weekly spree he clears a
mighty track, Of everything that bears the shape of whiskey-skin,
gin and sugar, brandy sour, peach and honey,
irrepressible cock-tail rum, and gum, and
luscious apple-jack. This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present
He takes to euchre kindly, too, and plays an awful hand,