Verses are public, too, that fly "CLITANDER AND DORINE." Insane! He fancies he's a LA FONTAINE ! (Three names for one. This passes all. 'Tis "furiously" classical!) "No doubt their Purpose oft would be Some Nodus dignus Vindice'; 'On dit,' not less, these earthly Tours Impeded that Olympic Game; Ere he could say an Ave' o'er, They changed him—like a Louis-d'or." "Suffices that, for this our Tale, There dwelt in a Thessalian Vale, Of Tales like this the frequent Scene, Trim Waist, ripe Lips, bright Eyes, had she ;- Her Beauty made some local Stir ;— Men marked it. So did Jupiter. This Shepherdess Dorine adored. Implored, ignored, and soared, and poured— (He's scrawled them here!) We'll sum in brief His fable on his second leaf. (Writes.) There, they shall know who 'twas that wrote:"L'ÉTOILE's is but a mock-bird's note." THE ABBÉ (waking). [Exit. Implored's the word, I think. But where,- Where is my paper? Ah! 'tis there! Eh! what? (Reads.) THE METAMORPHOSIS. (not in Ovid.) "The Shepherdess Dorine adored Our Abbe's Aid the Pair Implored ;- L'ÉTOILE,—by all the Muses! Peste! He 's off, post-haste, to tell the rest. THE SONG OUT OF SEASON. "Point de culte sans mystère." SCENE. A Corridor in a Château, with Busts and Venice chandeliers. MONSIEUR L'ÉTOILE. Two VOICES. M. L'ÉTOILE (carrying a Rose). HIS is the place. MUTINE said here. TH 66 Through the Mancini room, and near The fifth Venetian chandelier. . ." The fifth ?-She knew there were but four ;- (Humming.) Tra-la, tra-la! If BIJOU wake, She'll bark, no doubt, and spoil my shake! I'll tap, I think. One can't mistake; This surely is the door. (Sings softly.) "When Jove, the Skies' Director, First saw you sleep of yore, He cried aloud for Nectar, "The Nectar quickly pour,— (No sound. I'll tap once more.) (Sings again.) "Then came the Sire Apollo, (Coquette! She heard before.) (Sings again.) "And urchin Cupid after Beside the Pillow curled, (Now comes the last. 'Tis scarcely worse, I think, than Monsieur l'ABBÉ's verse.) "So waken, waken, waken, O You, whom we adore! Mere Mortals must be more,- |