Nor is it Mrs. Seguin’s sphere,

And Mrs. B——! Oh! Mrs. B——,

Such Bishops are not reverend here!

What! Grisi, bright and beaming thus!

To sing the songs gone gray with age!

No, Grisi, no,—but come to us

And welcome, when you leave the stage!

Off, Ivanhoff!—till weak and harsh!—

Rubini, hence! with all the clan!