In vain did the horrified H-nl-y say,
‘’Twas all a mistake’—‘she was misdirected;’
And point to a concert, over the way,
Where fiddlers and angels were expected.
In vain.—The Saint could see in his looks
(She civilly said) much tuneful lore;
So, at once, all opened their music-books,
And herself and her Cherubs set off at score.
All night duets, terzets, quartets,
Nay, long quintets, most dire to hear;