H EPILOGUE. EIGHO! how chill the evenings get! Good-night, NINON!-good-night, NINETTE! Your little Play is played and finished ;— Go back, then, to your Cabinet! LOYAL, L'ÉTOILE ! no more to-day! Alas! they heed not what we say: THE DRAMA OF THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW. IN THREE ACTS, WITH A PROLOGUE. "A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM. PROLOGUE. "WELL, I must wait!" The Doctor's room, Where I used this expression, Wore the severe official gloom Attached to that profession; Rendered severer by a bald And skinless Gladiator, The entering spectator. No one would call "The Lancet" gay,— Few could avoid confessing That Jones, "On Muscular Decay," Is, as a rule, depressing: And here, the Doctor's sill beside, A Thisbe, whom the walls divide ACT THE FIRST. Act I. began. Some noise had scared The cat, that like an arrow Shot up the wall and disappeared; And then, across the narrow, Unweeded path, a small dark thing, Hid by a garden-bonnet, Passed wearily towards the swing, Paused, turned, and climbed upon it. A child of five, with eyes that were A mournful mouth, and tangled hair What was it? Something in the dress That told the girl unmothered; |