From these halls a long space of period banished,
I return like a wanderer,
To the mansion vacated by the ignoble Teuton.
Heavens! are these the portraits of my ancestors?
Ha! vengeance I swear it!
On this sword!
By the waists of the ladies I perceive,
And I observe by the anatomy of the gentlemen,
The Teuton has desecrated my ancestral domain.