On Hospitable Thoughts Intent To Me The Inner Temple Sent An Invitation, A Garden Party 'Twas To Be, And I Accepted Readily And With Elation; Good Reason Too, But Oft The Seeds Of Reason Flower In Senseless Deeds. I Stood As Savage As A Bear, For Not A Human Being There Knew I From Adam I Heard Around In Various Tones, "So Glad To See You, Mr. Jones;" "Good Morning, Madam." It Seemed So Painfully Absurd To Stand And Never Speak A Word. I Brought My Doom Upon Myself, And There I Was Upon The Shelf In Melancholy. Why, Say You, Did I Go At All? I Once Met Chloris At A Ball, And In My Folly I Went And Suffered All This Pain In Hopes To See Her Once Again. Of Strawberries A Pound At Least I Ate, And Made Myself A Beast With Tea And Sherry; And Raspberries I Ate And Trembled, Until I Felt That I Resembled Myself A Berry, But 'Twas The Berry That At School We Used To Call A Gooseberry Fool. The I. C. R. V.[F] Band Droned On, While Guests Had Come And Guests Had Gone Since My Arrival; My Brow Grew Gloomier With Despair, And On It Sat The Guilty Air Of A Survival Of Some Remorse For Ancient Crimes Wrought In The Pre-Historic Times. My Seventh Cup Of Tea Was Done, My Seventh Glass Of Wine Begun, Then Of Her Coming I Was Aware, Nor Shall Forget How She And That Brown Sherry Set My Brains A-Humming; Well Should I Be Rewarded Soon For All The Weary Afternoon. Her Eyes Looked Vaguely Into Mine Without As Much As Half A Sign Of Recognition. My Heart, My Heart! The Blow Was Sore, But You Have Often Been Before In This Condition; As Said The Bard Of Old, Those Eyes Are Not My Only Paradise.[G]