Till a dull-eyed damsel opens, who appears but half awake.
Then a lighted room they enter, where great works of art are found,
Color’d prints of Esmeralda, and of Elssler hang around.
Plaster statuettes, by Danton, stand the chimney-piece along,
From a hook above the wainscot hangs a cornet-à-piston.
And—a better sight than any—there a table, too, was placed,
With a mass of native oysters, and a can of porter grac’d.
Oh! so prime appeared the oysters, that they charm’d the eyes of all,
For the fat part was so milk-white, and the beard so very small!
But how vain is earthly beauty—lovely things must pass away,