"The men who leave their houses thus, are men who toil for me."
Alas! that in my ballads, I have to tune my song,
To many flats, and minors, to show where sharps go wrong.
He donned a suit, next morning,
And sought an auctioneer—
"I'm ordered out to China, so harken, and look here;
Bring up your ivory hammer to the house, where you will see,
The blinds in crumpled papers, and cant the lot for me."
He auctioned off the carpets, the suites of every room,