Gives way to mirth and glee.
'"To all the Servants of my house,"
Said G—e, "I'll give a ball;
Haste, mirth and revelry let loose,
Come forward, one and all.
'"I've supped within my Kitchen range,
But I'll descend no more;
The scene, this night, I'll wholly change,
Upstairs invite uproar.
'"No virtuous women visit me—