For the night-feast of genius, wealth and wit,
Of a skilled chef's providing.
Goodfellowship, bonnes bouches, right pleasant tales
Of bonnes fortunes! Here a quaint cynic rails,
There an enthusiast gushes.
Gay talk flows on, not in a rolling stream,
But with the brooklet's intermittent gleam
And brisk irradiant rushes.
Side-lights from all Society shift here
Reflected in keen mot and jocund jeer,