Oh! but we are lucky lasses Hie we to our-looking-glasses For a few artistic touches.
Let us decorate our tresses Ere the grand procession passes, And receive the upper classes Ju our most becoming dresses Solo.—Go and wash your pretty faces, Dress in ribbons and in laces, Or expect from both their graces 'A well-merited rebuke And your hair I pray you friz it—For it isn't often—is That you re favoured with a visit From a Duchess and a Duke The "Bligh Jerry Ho!" chorus by Minestra will doubtless be a wourite T.e Duke and the Duchess us they travel through the lands With the clips of their whips and their high jerry ho!
Will pass by the rock where that monastery tilion in ver And he retile of their And their high jerry ho!
Minestra they'll find as a tottering old crone, With her moans and her groans and her igh jerry ho!
Who has tumbled down the rock, and is lying all alone, And her eries will excite their compassion—With her high jerry ho!
And her cropper so improper, And her fussy Lawks a musey,""
And her high jerry ho!
She'll beg that the Duke will convey her to he friars, With their splint and their lint and their high jerry hot Then he'll take her up at once through the brambles and the briars And her woes to the monks shell explain them.
With their high jerry ho With their wrappings and their strappings, With their cackle on diachylon—Their high jerry ho By this time the monks will have fallen in our clatches With their cries of surprise and their high jerry ho!
And, disguised in their robes, we'll receive the Duke and Duchess And in custody close we li detain them.
With their high jerry ho And the, pusses of these cusses, ud a ransom very handsome And a high jerry hot The village beauty, Teresa, proferse: a rather poor opinion ut her own. char ni "but the conviction that Iam a remarkably attractive girl is 20 generally ente that, in common modesty, I feeb bound to yield to the pres-ure of popular sentiment,"
My teeth are very neat, no doubt But after all, they may fall out, I think they will—some think they won't.
My hands are small, as you may see, But not as small as they might be, At least I think so—others don't, But there, a girl may preach and prates From morning six to evening eight, And never stop to dine, When all the world, although misled, Is quite agreed on any head—Aad it is quite agreed on mine the proprietor of the mounted supe, Barrel" is his clown, Nitn i girl. They are introduced thus by a chorus of gids Tabor and drum Mummers have come Hey for their mummery, Frolic and flammery, For to my dull Banal buffoonery tething sublunar
Folk of our kind Frequently find Jokes that are sensible Incomprehensible, Here, I admi Genuine wit, As a commodity.
below oddity, 1 n, who bears himself with tragic intensity, has one of the beet speeches in the bid: alone—of all our tragedies No human eye "Te rie the first acts—and the first has seen me in the second act of anything, My last appearance was three months agon vel e Toolly Dane ey one els Gods" how they laughed. {sce had ever played him, so I played thas Dat hear their ribald roars. The whole hous rocked with laughter. ye a soul that of hok contempt." Laugh on, wid "augh and laugh your fil; you laugh your last, 'Ne man shall ever laugh at me again—I'l be clown.' I kept my word: they laugh at ino k-work figures are "detained by the police hecwuse they hadn't any' prssports." © Didn't yor wares and show their cluck-work insides?" "Yes, but the police suid that was no rule; they might. be foreigners." The pretended figures are introduced ay Hamlet and Ophelin The gentlemsn's a noble prince, a marvel of ventriloguy, Unhappily afflicted with a mania for soliloquy, The lady is the victim of the God of Love tyrannical, You see it in her ly mechanical postures, which are morbid-He's cked himself at heavy odds, in proof of his ability, That he'll soliloquise her into utter imbecility. She wildly begs him to desist—appeals to hiis humanity, But all in vain—observe her eyes a-goggling with insanity. he brigands having assumed, for the burp-se of their business, the guise of friars, discover with consternation that they have actually been turned into holy brethren It's a most unaccountable thing—Ve played, lie young lovers in spring, 0. as banditti, The mischief la village and citys But since we got merry and mellow On the wine of that conjuring fellow, Transmogrified we're Into friars austere, Unwashed and unpleasantly yellow Whatever you say or you sing, It's a most unaccountable thing!
Bartolo and Nito, having become clockwork figures in reality, find consolation in the thought that. though **niere Geneva, the cheapest thing in' the trade," they' might have been Waterbury, with'
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