XXXVII + 

“I thought you guess’d, foretold, or prophesied, + 

That’s Majesty was in a raving fit?” + 

“He dreams,” said Hum, “or I have ever lied, + 

That he is tearing you, sir, bit by bit.” + 

“He’s not asleep, and you have little wit,” + 

Replied the Page, “that little buzzing noise, + 

Whate’er your palmistry may make of it, + 

Comes from a plaything of the Emperor’s choice, + 

From a Man-Tiger-Organ, prettiest of his toys.” + 