But when through those mysterious bounds Where the policeman goes his rounds, The Poet had by chance been led 'Mid the Coal-hole, festive shed, What sounds were heard, What scenes appeared, How horrible the din! Toasted cheese, If you please. Waiter—stop! Mutton-chop. Hollo! Jones, Devilled bones; And cries for rum or gin! But hark! the chairman near the fire Strikes on the table to require Strict silence for a song. Thy tongue, O waiter, now keep still; Bring neither glass, nor go, nor gill; The pause will not be long. The guests are mute as if upon their beds; Their hair uncurl'd hangs from their listening heads. By the verses as they flow, By their meaning nothing though, Full of tropes and flowers; By those lofty rhymes that dwell In the mind of Bunn so well, Like love in Paphian bowers. By the lines that he has made, Working at the poet's trade— By the "marble halls" so smart, By "other lips" and "Woman's heart," True poetry at once restore, restore, Or don't let Bunn, at least, write any more! But soon, too soon, poor music shuts her eyes; Again she falls—again she dies, she dies. How will she now once more attempt to thrive? Ah! Jullien comes to keep her still alive. Now with his British Army Quadrille, so bright and balmy, Or, with four bands meeting, Two men a large drum beating, He gives the tone Of dying groan, Or soldier's moan, When at his post His life is in the battle lost. With five bands surrounded, Is Jullien confounded? No! onwards he goes, And his arms about he throws. See: wild as a wild duck the bâton he plies: Ah! down in the chair he drops, closing his eyes. My eyes! He dies! He comes to life—for Jullien all have sung; The name of Jullien is on every tongue. The boxes and the pit, Both they who stand and sit; With Jullien's name the entire house has rung. Music the greatest brute can charm, And savage natures will disarm. Music can find luxurious ease, Making what bargain it may please. A salary it can improve To any sum that it may love. This the delightful Lind has found, And to the tune of fifteen thousand pound. When the full house enjoys the Swedish bird, E'en fashion deigns to lend its ear, So eager 'tis to catch each little word, That were a pin to drop it must be heard; And people come from far as well as near!