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. ELL, I must wait!" The Doctor's room, “WELL, 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,-- That Jones, "On Muscular Decay," Is, as a rule, depressing: So, leaving both, to change the scene, Below, the Doctor's garden lay, If thus imagination May dignify a square of clay Unused to vegetation, Filled with a dismal-looking swing That brought to mind a gallows— An empty kennel, mouldering, And two dyspeptic aloes. No sparrow chirped, no daisy sprung, A dreary spot! And yet, I own, Half hoping that, perchance, it Might, in some unknown way, atone For Jones and for "The Lancet," THE DRAMA OF THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW. I watched; and by especial grace, Within this stage contracted, Saw presently before my face A classic story acted. Ah, World of ours, are you so gray For lo! the same old myths that made Still "hold the boards," and still are played, Small, lonely" three-pair-backs" behold, To-day, Alcestis dying; Ulysses' bones are lying; Still in one's morning "Times one reads How fell an Indian Hector; Still clubs discuss Achilles' steeds, Briseis' next protector ; Still Menelaus brings, we see, G 81 |