One had my Father's face;
One was a Child:

All of them bent to me,—

Bent down and smiled!”

(He is asleep!)

M. VIEUXBOIS (almost inaudibly).

"How I forget!"

"I am so old !"..." Good-night, Babette!"

EPILOGUE.

HEIGHO! 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 :
They smile with ardour undiminished;
But we, we are noi always gay!

VIGNETTES IN RHYME.

THE DRAMA OF THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW.

IN THREE ACTS, WITH A PROLOGUE.

A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth."

"WELL,

MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM.

PROLOGUE.

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,
Whose raw robustness first appalled

The entering spectator.

No one would call "The Lancet" gay,-
Few could avoid confessing

That Jones, "On Muscular Decay,"

Is, as a rule, depressing :