AT CHEYENNE.

YOUNG Lochinvar came in from the west,

With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest;

The width of his hat brim could nowhere be beat,

His No. brogans were chock full of feet,

His girdle was horrent with pistols and things,

And he nourished a handful of aces on kings.

The fair Mariana sate watching a star,

When who should turn up but the young Lochinvar!

Her pulchritude gave him a pectoral glow,

And he reined up his hoss with stentorian “Whoa!”

Then turned on the maiden a rapturous grin,

And modestly asked if he might n't step in.

With presence of mind that was marvellous quite,

The fair Mariana replied that he might;

So in through the portal rode young Lochinvar,

Pre-empted the claim, and cleaned out the bar.

Though the justice allowed he wa'n' t wholly to blame,

He taxed him ten dollars and costs, just the same.