New Orleans. I walked in to the opening line of the chorus:

For, given 'tis a book, it can hardly be wrong,

And Bradshaw himself I can study with ease,

Though for choice I might call for a Sermon or Song;

And Locker on London, and Sala on Cooks,

'Tom Brown,' and Plotinus, they're all of them Books.

There's Fielding to lap one in currents of mirth;

There's Herrick to sing of a flower or a fay;

Or good Maitre Francoys to bring one to earth,