To feast upon turtle, and tipple champagne.

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Old Drinker,[99] the butler, of wine served the best,

And a Footman[100] was placed at the chair of each guest,

In orange, in yellow, or black coats dressed out,

For their liveries, ’twas said, were all made for the rout,

The Emperor began mirth and glee to inspire,

When a loud cry was heard, of “the chimney’s on fire;”

All started in fear from the table to learn

If the house was in flames, or likely to burn;

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Each snatched up a candle, so left the room dark,