First compliments over, the Revels are brewing—
Assist me, O Proteus! to tell what was doing,
While Birds of all feathers, all habits, all sizes,
All tongues, and all climates, were met in disguises.
First the huge Albatross, with his crony, the Penguin,
(Like most other sea-faring folk, over sanguine)
Had hop’d their identity nicely to veil,
By attempting the waddle and cry of the Quail.
Not to mention the Manakin, too—little varlet!
Who, because he was born to be crested with scarlet,