Looking into his house through an unshuttered window, I perceived him in truth surrounded by feasting and gambolling rats; but when the door was opened in obedience to my attendants' summons, he appeared to be entirely alone.

Amidst his sad attendants' groans and cries, The lines of that adored, forgiving face, Distorted from their native grace; An iron slumber sat on his majestic eyes.

Then would come a veritable carnival of abusedue almost invariably to the attendants' state of mind, not to an unwonted aggressiveness on the part of the patients.