He mov'd the door's unwilling latch,
The myrmidons rush'd rudely in,
And all above was noise and din.
Candles and lamps were all put out,
When it became a mingled rout,
While for the money on the table
Each grasp'd as much as he was able;
And our Quæ Genus had engross'd
More than by Humbug he had lost;
Then nimbly made a safe retreat