EPILOGUE EPILOGUE HEIGHO! how chill the evenings get! LOYAL, L'ÉTOILE! no more to-day! They smile with ardour undiminished; But we, THE DRAMA OF THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW IN THREE ACTS, WITH A PROLOGUE "A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, PROLOGUE LL, I must wait!" The Doctor's "WELL, room, Where I used this expression, Wore the severe official gloom Attached to that profession; The entering spectator. No one would call "The Lancet" gay,— That Jones, "On Muscular Decay," Is as a rule depressing: |