No Orchestra?—but simply BROWN
Snoring the midnight hideous!
No Drury Lane?—no tinsel flare?—
No pirouetting Bogeydom?—
Only a Club, and one who there
Forgot in sleep his Fogeydom!
Welcome my Transformation Scene;
I'm dull once more, and every
Old Bachelor like me, I ween,
May muse at times his reverie.