Round the dark stair-case, like a tortur’d eel,—
The jemmy handle Twizzle’s door-post grace’d,
And, just beneath, a brazen plate was place’d,
Lacquer’d and shining;—
Graven whereon, in characters full clear,
And legible, did “Mr. Shove” appear;
And, furthermore, which you might read right well,
Was—“Please to ring the bell.”
At half-past ten, precisely to a second,—