No hint was needed from D. E. F. You saw in her face that the woman was deaf: From her twisted mouth to her eyes so peery, Each queer feature ask’d a query; A look that said in a silent way, “Who? and What? and How? and Eh? I’d give my ears to know what you say!” And well she might! for each auricular Was deaf as a post--and that post in particular That stands at the corner of Dyott Street now, And never hears a word of a row! Ears that might serve her now and then As extempore racks for an idle pen; Or to hang with hoops from jewellers’ shops With coral, ruby, or garnet drops; Or, provided the owner so inclined, Ears to stick a blister behind; But as for hearing wisdom, or wit, Falsehood, or folly, or tell-tale-tit, Or politics, whether of Fox or Pitt, Sermon, lecture, or musical bit, Harp, piano, fiddle, or kit, They might as well, for any such wish, Have been butter’d, done brown, and laid in a dish! She was deaf as a post,--as said before-- And as deaf as twenty similes more, Including the adder, that deafest of snakes, Which never hears the coil it makes. She was deaf as a house--which modern tricks Of language would call as deaf as bricks-- For her all human kind were dumb, Her drum, indeed, was so muffled a drum, That none could get a sound to come, Unless the Devil who had Two Sticks! She was deaf as a stone--say, one of the stones Demosthenes suck’d to improve his tones; And surely deafness no further could reach Than to be in his mouth without hearing his speech! She was deaf as a nut--for nuts, no doubt, Are deaf to the grub that’s hollowing out-- As deaf, alas! as the dead and forgotten-- (Gray has noticed the waste of breath, In addressing the “dull, cold ear of death”), Or the Felon’s ear that was stuff’d with Cotton-- Or Charles the First _in statue quo_; Or the still-born figures of Madame Tussaud, With their eyes of glass, and their hair of flax, That only stare whatever you “ax,” For their ears, you know, are nothing but wax. She was deaf as the ducks that swam in the pond, And wouldn’t listen to Mrs. Bond,-- As deaf as any Frenchman appears, When he puts his shoulders into his ears: And--whatever the citizen tells his son-- As deaf as Gog and Magog at one! Or, still to be a simile-seeker, As deaf as dogs’-ears to Enfield’s Speaker! She was deaf as any tradesman’s dummy, Or as Pharaoh’s mother’s mother’s mummy; Whose organs, for fear of our modern sceptics, Were plugg’d with gums and antiseptics. She was deaf as a nail--that you cannot hammer A meaning into, for all your clamour-- There never _was_ such a deaf old Gammer! So formed to worry Both Lindley and Murray, By having no ear for Music or Grammar!