Chapter IX

Where art thou now, mine host Guffanti? -- where The iridescence of thy motley troop! Ah, where the merry, animated group That snuggled elbows for an extra chair, When space was none to spare, To pour the votive Chianti for a toast To dramas dark and lyrics debonair, The while, to `Bella Napoli', mine host Exhaled his Parmazan, Parnassan air!