Deserts his plate, roused by thy voice and hammer.
* * * * *
The buzz of bottle-drawing’s at its height;
Brown takes wine with Smith, and Briggs with Bright,
Hark! To that thunder, eloquent o’er all—
Toole! ’tis thy call.
Of “Silence if you please—order for the chair!”
As with an exquisite and finished air,
(Worthy of—Widdicomb, when he essays
To fix some shilling-gallery beauty’s gaze),