"The place itself, and ne'er a good word spoke of it, You shiver when you even make a joke of it.'Though some go cocky, gaily in hand-basket there, The most fare sadly in a clammy casket there…'Undying pain and gaping loss, no doubt of it. A wide way leading in and no way out of it!'But none have told the blackest horror shrouded there — Tall teeming terror‚ but it sure is crowded there."