In a trice was “At Home” to the feather’d Creation.—
The trumpet of Fame was more active than ever:
The Gala so gay!—the arrangements so clever!—
The Genius of Mirth flew in every direction;
The Queen on her ... cliff caught the raging infection,
And joy flourished under the royal protection.
Soon, the Birds, cock-a-hoop at the call of their betters,
To Court were invited by circular letters:
The Pigeon in waiting flew round, and display’d
“Queen Eagle sends Greeting—A Grand Masquerade.”