"For a ticket, apply to the Publisher." No: thanking the public, I must decline. A peep through my window, if folk prefer; 35 But, please you, no foot over threshold of mine! I have mixed with a crowd and heard free talk In a foreign land where an earthquake chanced And a house stood gaping, naught to balk Man's eye wherever he gazed or glanced. 40 The whole of the frontage shaven sheer, The inside gaped; exposed to day, Right and wrong and common and queer, Bare, as the palm of your hand, it lay. The owner? Oh, he had been crushed, no doubt! 45 "Odd tables and chairs for a man of wealth! What a parcel of musty old books about! He smoked--no wonder he lost his health! "I doubt if he bathed before he dressed. A brasier?--the pagan, he burned perfumes! 50 You see it is proved, what the neighbors guessed: His wife and himself had separate rooms." Friends, the goodman of the house at least Kept house to himself till an earthquake came; 'Tis the fall of its frontage permits you feast 55 On the inside arrangement you praise or blame. Outside should suffice for evidence; And whoso desires to penetrate Deeper, must dive by the spirit-sense-- No optics like yours, at any rate! 60 "Hoity-toity! A street to explore, Your house the exception! '_With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart_,' once more!" Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he! SHOP So, friend, your shop was all your house! 65 Its front, astonishing the street, Invited view from man and mouse To what diversity of treat Behind its glass--the single sheet! What gimcracks, genuine Japanese: 70 Gape-jaw and goggle-eye, the frog; Dragons, owls, monkeys, beetles, geese; Some crush-nosed human-hearted dog: Queer names, too, such a catalogue! I thought, "And he who owns the wealth 75 Which blocks the window's vastitude, --Ah, could I peep at him by stealth Behind his ware, pass shop, intrude On house itself, what scenes were viewed! "If wide and showy thus the shop, 80 What must the habitation prove? The true house with no name a-top-- The mansion, distant one remove, Once get him off his traffic-groove! "Pictures he likes, or books perhaps; 85 And as for buying most and best, Commend me to these City chaps! Or else he's social, takes his rest On Sundays, with a lord for guest.