No more than Berenice’s Hair!”

Thus musing, Heaven’s Grand Inquisitor

Sat gazing on the uninvited visitor

Till John, the serving-man, came to the upper

Regions, with “Please your Honour, come to supper.”

“Supper! Good John, to-night I shall not sup

Except on that phenomenon—look up!”

“Not sup!” cried John, thinking with consternation

That supping on a star must be starvation,