She was an Angel, verily.

Sometimes I think I see her yet

Stand smiling by the cabinet;

And once, I know, she peeped and laughed

Betwixt the curtains . .

Where's the draught?

(She gives him a cup.)

Now I shall sleep, I think, BABETTE ;—

Sing me your Norman chansonnette.

BABETTE (sings).

"Once at the Angelus

(Ere I was dead),

Angels all glorious

Came to my Bed;—

Angels in blue and white

Crowned on the Head."

M. VIEUXBOIS (drowsily).

"She was an Angel,"..." Once she laughed "...

What, was I dreaming!

Where's the draught?

BABETTE (showing the empty cup).

The draught, M'sieu'?

M. VIEUXBOIS.

How I forget!

I am so old! But sing, BABETTE !

Ah, PAUL!...old PAUL !...EULALIE too!

And ROSE!...And O! "the sky so blue!"...

BABETTE (sings).

"One had my Mother's eyes,

Wistful and mild;

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!"

SALIFORN

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 not always gay!

THE BALLAD OF "BEAU BROCADE."

"Hark! I hear the sound of coaches!"

BEGGAR'S OPERA.

I.

SEVENTEEN hundred and thirty nine :—

That was the date of this tale of mine.

First great GEORGE was buried and gone;
GEORGE the Second was plodding on.

LONDON, then, as the "Guides" aver,

Shared its glories with Westminster;