His native Hesse-Darmstadt over;
Should have withal the hard assurance
To hold a Son of Song in durance.
Why, as I lately sauntered out
To see what Gotham was about,
Just below Niblo’s, west southwest,
In a prosaic street at best,
I chanced upon a lodge so small,
So Lilliputian-like in all,
That Argus, hundred-eyed albeit,