Of course such a state of affairs could not last,
And the player at length made his mind up,
By a whirlwind of octaves play'd furious and fast,
To bring the display to a wind-up.
He finish'd his piece and look'd modestly round,
Expecting loud cheers and encoring;—
Imagine his utter disgust when he found
Every soul in the company snoring.
He summon'd his tempter in fury, they say,
And accused him of treacherous dealings,