"But he who maketh too much noise may show himself a donkey.
The Capital seems quiet, Sir, the garrison is still,
Suppose we try that old Gaul game!" HARCURTIUS cries, "I will!"
Then silently and slowly, and all in single file,
They climb towards the Citadel. HARCURTIUS, with a smile,
Hath his head o'er the ramparts, when—Great CÆSAR, what is this?
They're greeted with one loud, prolonged, and universal hiss!
The sudden sibilation out of silence startles all,
HARCURTIUS clangs his buckler, OTTO nearly hath a fall,
"Great gods, the Geese are on us, those confounded Sacred Geese,