Soon afterwards he sends me another poetical effusion and writes:
"DEAR BOBTAIL,—I send you the Serenade composed 'tant bien que mal' last night, not 'entre la poire et le fromage,' but between the tea and the pears. I am afraid you will not find it as dramatic as you wished; but I don't feel it otherwise, and as Mahomet can't write words to the mountain's music, the mountain must try and adapt its music to the verses of Mahomet.
SÉRÉNADE APRÈS LA SIESTE.
"Berthe aux grands yeux d'azur, ouvre done ta paupière,
Chasse les rêves d'or de ton léger sommeil—
Ils sont là, nos amis; cêde a notre prière
Le trône préparé n'attend que ton réveil;
Le soleil a cessé de régner sur la terre,
Viens régner sur la fête et sois notre soleil.