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The lover the lass with glance so free, But the best of all mistresses comes to me — I sing of the spirit of bright Burgundie, — Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up ! Chorus. Fill it up, ah, ha ! oh, ho ! Fill it up, ah, ha ! oh, ho ! Fill it up, the cup, the golden cup, — Fill it up, ah, ha ! oh, ho ! Oh, Fortune may leave you, my boys, for a day ; But here is a friend will drive sorrow away. The sailor may sink in his sounding sea, The maiden betray with her glance so free. But my mistress forever is true to me, The beautiful spirit of bright Burgundie, — Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up ! Chorus. Fill it up, ah, ha ! oh, ho ! etc. {and repeat. ) Gasp. Yes, landlord, it's a fact. Every time I empty & bottle of Burgundy, I feel a thrill pass around my collar and shoot clear through to the heels of my boots. ■ &^^ mamm s — 4— Quip. You must have felt many a thrill in your collar, then. G. Several, landlord, several — but we won't pursue the thdine any further. Q. I'm agreeable— on the principle that if you want a hen to lay, you mustn't go too near her nest. G. Yes ; that for one thing. Q. And for another ? G. That I would rather think of the goblets I am yet to empty than of the ones I've emptied already. Q. So it's the "coming events" that catch you, eh ? G. If it's a dozen of Burgundy that's coming — yes ! Q. You're a queer sort of fish, Gaspard. A strange fellow ! G. Right, my ancient fossil ! For strange times it takes strange fel- lows. But (looks out) here's a stranger coming. Q. (Startitig up.) A stranger ! G. I mean a stranger fellow than I am. Q. Bah ! I thought you meant a traveller. G. For you to sponge ? — oh, no ! It's only sweet Wind, the poet, and you can't sponge anything out of him. Q. Because he has nothing to sponge. Leo. He looks as if he were composing a sonnet on his lady-love's locks. Bl. Or apostrophizing starlight on a drum stick. Q. You're both wrong. Wind is getting up a new opera of some sort, and he's roaming around like the roarmg lion of which you've not all heard, seeking what ideas he may devour. G. Oh, he's looking up material, is he ? He's going the other way. I'll hail him. Q. ET AL. No, no ; don't ! G. No? Why? Q. Because we're going to have another song. G. What of that? Wind can sing too. (Callhuj off /?.) Say, hello ! Wind, old chap ! Change cars and blow yourself this way, will you ? There, he heard me ; he's coming. Slow, though— like the end of the world. — 6— en. /heme any len to lay, to empty w! trange fel- B. Ob, he's a nuisance ! G. Like the end of the world again. But what have all you chaps got against him ? Several. Nothing — nothing. Leo. Not much, I haven't. Q. I have. G. What? Q. Fifty, and fifty, and fifty — a dollar and a half. G. Oh, confound you and your dollar and a half ! I never knew a Publican yet who wasn't a miser as well as a sinner. You and Shylock should have been partners. Q. Why so ? G. Because you could have taught him how to hov;l about his ducats. But here's our gentle breeze. Come on, old man. the poet, ady-love's a of some you've not thor way. /?.) Say, ;hi8 way, —like the W. Enter Wind. " God rest you, merry gentlemen, May nothing you dismay " Leo. Hold on, there. This ain't Christmas ! And we don't want any carolling. Give us something about the Queen's birthday. ScHODv. The Queen's birthday ! What has the Queen's birthday — or the Queen herself— ever done for a poor man like me ? Down with all queens, say I. Hurrah tor Socialism ! She's the only monarch to whom I'll ever bow the knee. Bl. Come, come, now — drop that ! No man shall say a word against her Majesty while I've an arm to strike for her. Take that back, or {drawing stvord) I'll spit you like an eel ? ScJH. Spit me, will you ? Well, try it on ! {with club in hand. ) Gasp. No, no, gentlemen ! {Sfeppiiuj hettf^een. ) No quarrelling. B. Well, let him take it back. No man shall speak slightingly of the Queen while Wellington Bloodswigger wears her livery. ScH. The Queen be— blessed ! Are you going to let the Queen spoil a good song ? B. A song ? Q. Yes, a song. What say you, boys? All. The song ! the song ! ScH. All right, lads ! The song you shall have ; but, first, to soothe the Captain's feelings — a bumper to the Queen ! All. (Clinking glassen. ) The Queen ! B. {Shaking handfi with S.) All right, old man. Duty's duty. I can't go back on my colors {pointing to jacket.) And now that I've done my duty do you do yours — the song ! S. But, the chorus ? All. We'll attend to that. S. So be it. Well, here's to Socialism ! SOCIALISM . — ScHou valoff. Crook the elbow — lift the chorus ! What ria'e we for crown or pall ? All is ours that lies Ijefore us — Liberty for one and all ! » Have These houses ? They must lose them Sooner, later — why not now ? Have they earned them ? They can use them, When we^ve taught the nabobs how. CHORUS. Crook the elbow, &c. Have they wives ? The women 'd rather Have UH buss them than thebe Things : What's the difference who's the father ? Beggars are as good as kings. W hat care we for rents or riches ? What care we for a despot's frown ? Lips are as sweet in roadside ditches As ever a cheek on a bed of down. Chorus. Crook the elbow, &c. Wind. Aw, bai Jove ! Did you heah that ? What blooming fine sentiments those are — hey ? and poetwy, too. I'll just wite that down befoah I fohget it. Aw — just how does that go now ? Crook the chorus — lift the glasses ! What care we for pall or crown ? • All who do not drink are asses, Take your swig {lifting glam) Q. All. And pay cash down ! Hahaha ! first, to duty. I that I've m, ming fine phat down -7- G. He had you there, Wind, old fel. The publican is one too many for the poet. W. Bai Jove ! {(fasjnw/.) He's dwiven all the west of the song out of my mind ! Aw, say, Mr. Shovel OtT, how did that song go ? G. The way of all flesh, my chicken ! Leo. But, Gaspard, you're a traveller, aren't you ? G. Some, my infant, — ^just a few. Leo. Well, tell us some of the sights you have seen,— B. Or the deeds you have done, — Q. Or the places you have been. G. Come, come — draw it mild : I'm no talker, I'm not. B. But, you're a singer, which is better. G. Oh, if it's a song you want — W. (Aside.) That's just what I do want— for my new Faewy Opewa. All. a song— a song— silence for Gaspard's song ! W. {To B.) Aw, say, don't you know. Can Ae sing? B. Sing, you idiot, of course ! W. But, say, bai Jove— aw, don't you know — you mustn't call me names, don't you — All. Dry up. Wind !— Throw the beggar out ! (Seizing him.) Q. No, no ! Don't throw him out— he's a poet. Don't throw him out !— you might hurt the sidewalk ! All. Don't throw him out ? Q. No ; kill him ! All. Hahaha ! B. But the song, Gaspard, the song ! « G. All right, gentlemen, here you are : — * THE BOHEMIAN.— Gaspard. I've written some Psalms and some songs, I've dabbled in most of the arts : ^ Quixote-like, righted some wrongs — In fact, I have played many parts. !■(( Chokus. Chorus. I have seen both the bright and the dark Of the world and the thini^s that are its, Like the dove that flew forth from the ark : In a word, I am given Uyjlits. For the life of a rover m mine, A rover by land and by sea : With a lady to love and a flagon of wine, Oh, the World is the Village for me ! To-day, as you see, I am here, Enjoying my pipe and my l>owl : To-morrow, and I may appear '9 Inscribing my name on the Pole. The next day may see me once more, Content as a hog upon ice, Far down on the Florida shore, Existing on bacon and rice. I have hobnobbed with peasant and king, With a hundred to run at my call ; I have seen the sweet flowers of Spring Lose their odor and grace before Fall. I have loved with the warmth of the boy. And adored with the passion of man, — But the altar's it's drop of alloy, — So I came buck to where I began ! Chorus. For the life of a rover is mine^ etc. Q. That's what you may call a song. Captain. In the words of my late lamented grandfather, *' That's a song as is a song." ** The World is the Village for me." W, {Hums) Oh, the life of a poet is mine. And my opewa soon you will see : For the lady I lov* is a flagon of wine — And that is the spooning for me ! Aw, bai Jove, don't you know ! I'll just wite that down befoah I fohget it ! [Exit with pencil and slate. Leo. I wish I had travelled as you have and seen as much of the world as you ! B. You're better as you are, my lad. Gaspard'a travelling has not improved his morals much. G. As much as your soldiering has done your»! But, then, \sol dier has no morals. [ words of my The World vn befoah I cU and slate, much of the ing has not then, %.8ol- — 9— B. No morals ! Don't listen to hi«n, hoy ! If the sacred perform- nce of duty in the teeth of danger, and oftentimes of death, be not lorality, where will you find it? Strike from the pages of your history he deeds of heroism and self-sacrifice done by the soldier at home and broad, and the ethics of humanity could l>e written in small compass. G. Bah ! A soldier is only a machine— a marionette pulled by his ommanding officer. There is no morality in Necessity. B. Tush, tush, Gaspard ! You are out of your head. While you re 8«|uandering your life and means in puisuit of pleasure, the soldier J using his in protecting the life and uiosperity of his fellows and in pholding the honor of his country. Never heed him, boy ! The song ou have just heard is that of a man with little Past, less Present, and o Future. But now listen to me while I tell you what your own after fe will be as a British Soldier. Several. Aye, aye ! Let us hear the Captain. Silcnse for the laptain's song ! Q. A bumper first for the army ! G. Always an eye to business — hey, Quip ? All. (Standing and drinkiiKj.) The army ! The army ! B. Thanks, gentlemen. Well, here goes : — GLORY AND VICTORY.— Bloodswiggeb. I cannot sing of ladies fair, Or damosels of high degree ; For themes like these let others care. Such things are bubbles all to me. More manly thoughts usurp my breast Than love's delights or love's alarms : Fill up ! my toast id of the best — The good old^Vs^ profession — Arms } Giory and Victory ! — These are the themes I sing, nd these I follow around the world as the swallow follows the spring: Glory and Victory ! This is the soldier's aim With sword and shield In open field To win a wreath of Fame ! Chorus, Glory and Victory ! &c. The dance, the song — be these for you ; The stirrup-cup for me, who go To war it with the tried and true Against the fierce and faithless foe. I it I —10— For stately courts that some hold dear I have no love— or lordly halls : I hreat^^e the purest atmosphere Up' 1 the field where duty calls. Chokus. Glory and Victory ! &c. Leo. That settles it, Captain ! I'll be a soldier— Hurrah for thi army ! B. Spoken like a man ! You'll never regret it ! (As all repeat the Ghv^r. THE CURTAIN. Scene II. — The Village Gr^en. Farevjell picnic to Leo.. CHORUS, " THE RED SUN SINKS TO SLEEP. "-Villagers. The red sun sinks to sleep — to sleep : The broad moon paints the deep — the deep : And now — and now — and now — That toilsome day is done, While rests the weary plow, We'll give an hour to fun — to fun — We'll give an hour to fun. So gather, girls and boys — and boys ! The country too hath joys— hath joys — And BO — and so — and so — While nothing mars our cheer. We'll dance, and sing, and show What pleasures may be here — be here — What pleasures may be here. So pass the brimming bowl — the bowl — Ricn with the apple's soul — its sou' — • • And while— ^and while — and while — Tlie cider circles round, Let men and maidens smile. And mirth and joy abound— abound — And joy and jest abound ! To you who see our play — our play — A word or two we say— we say — The great among you and the small : We fain would injure none ; But ask you, each and all — and all — To take our word in fun — in fun — For all we want is fun. rah for th the Ch^r* Le.0.. /'iLLAGERS. —11 — Andy. And now, what next ? what now ? Games, songs, or fiances on the grass How ehail we pass the evening ? how ? Bellowh. J list let it be, and let it pass ! A. What ! do you mean it truly ? D. Yaas ! Just let it slide and it will pass. A. Why, you astound me ! Really, sir. You talk like some philosopher. 6. And you, sir, bray like Balaam's ass. Car. Ah ha, hoho ! Hear Bellows blow ! Say, dear old rascal, do you know.(«^a/M shoulder) You're -something like a Porcupine Or bear in Barnum s royal show — You growl, and growl, and growl — just so ! B. And you're a minx. Miss Caroline. Car. I'm not a minx, sir, understand, — A. What's up ? Is Bellows telling fibs ? C. You call me that again, and — B. And? A. I'll make a jelly of your ribs. B. Come, come, then ! quit your nonsense — (^uit ! It isn't wisdom, isn't wit ; Besides, we've had enough of it. All. Yes, yes, we've had enough of it. A. What do you know of wisdom, pray ? C. Or wit, or anything — my dear ? A. You'd better give yourself away To some one for a load of hay Or pound of tea, or pint of beer. Who'll buy him ? I'll be auctioneer. C. There, Andy, you are too severe Upon your Bellows, isn't he, ladies ? Chords. Yes, yes, he is ! Just see ! a tear Is oozing down above his ear ! (a?«/ repeat. ) ■H! —12— B. The whole of you can go to Hades ! C. Oh, shame ! oh, shame ! you horrid man ! To say such things before the ladies : Chorus. To say we can — to say we can— The whole of us can go to Hades ! {and repeat. ) A. I can — but won't : and no one will To please that sour old cider-mill ! D. Not cider-mill — that is too light For such a rusty, crusty cuss : A better name were Dynamite, Because he's tried his best to-night To blow up every one of us. Chorus. You're right ! You're right ! He tried to-night To bloio up every one of us. {arid repeat.) Car. a better name, it seems to me. And more according to the law. To call our poor, weak brother B. — Besides, it suits him to a T — Would be just Mr. Cross-cut Saw. Chorus. A. B. Yes, yes ! It suits him to a T ; We'll call him Mr. Cross-cut Saw. {aiid repeat.) Come on, you fellows, let him stay ! We've fish within the house to fry — {goinfj) Miss Caroline, one moment, pray ! {To Cho.) We'll see you later- C. {To Cho.) Bye-and-bye ! [Exeunt all hut B. aiid Caroline, j SONG, ''THE CROSS-CUT SAW."— Bellows. You think me harsh and hard at heart, And others do the same : But, dear, I only play a part To win a certain game. The players here have many stakes And many ends in view ; And he who wins the rubber takes The trick— and lady, too. —13— I love you ! — Do not turn away And leave me in the lurch ; I've loved you ever since the day I saw you first at church. I love you — yes, my Caroline ! Upon my knees I swear : Though you have called me 1: orcupine And Bamum's grizzly bear. I love you, and I ever will, Until your heart shall thaw, And you go through the cider-mill And kiss the Cross-cut Saw ! Enter Wind, the Poet, nnperceived, with open note-hook and pencil. VV. {Aside.) Aw, bai Jove ! VVHiat a doocid pwetty scene ! Just the thing for my new Faewy Opewa ! Aw ! I'll just wite it down )efoah I fohget it ( With pencil and slate, ) C. You love me, then, old fellow ? B. (On knees.) By all the stars — (earnestly) Love 1 C. B. And moons- Above ! W. {Aside.) Aw, bai Jove ! That's poetwy ! — love, above. I'll just wite it down befoah I fohget it. {Qoes ujk) B. By all .he suns — C. {Mocking.) And daughters, too, — B. That rise and set in yonder blue, I love you, Caroline, I do ! W. Aw, bai Jove ! — don't you know. That chap's chock full of iitwy — •* too^ blue, do,' — I'll just wite it down befoah I fohget it ! nth slate, d'c. ) Enter Chorus of Maidens. SONG, ''HIE AVViY— FLY AWAY." -Caroline. Since you say, plain and clear, You must have an answer ; Plain and clear, take it here — You are not the man, sir. Chorus. Plain and clear, &c. Chorus. —14— Hie away, fly away ; Do not come too near, sir ! Sigh away, die away ! You are not my dear, sir ; Sigh away, &c. (Wind erawh under the table, and servants cover it with dainties.) On your knees, though you please For a year to stay, sir. Yet I will but answer still — Never ! — no, sir ! — nay, sir ! Chorus. Yet she will, &c. [Exeunt. (Bellows, urith mournful look, exit. ) W. {Crawling oiU.) "On your knees, though you please" — Holy Moses ! What do I see before me ? {Helping himHelf.) {Sings.) Go as you please, *'. ; Bread and cheese, With a touch of butter ; And a snipe for my pipe — Fished from yonder gutter ! Well, I rather mutter ! W. {Spoken.) That is rich. {Takes slate.) Bai Jove, don't yoij know ! I'll just wite that down befoah I fohget it ! Enter Crowd laiighing at him. W. W hatcher laughing about ? I guess I'll hie away, fly away, With everything I see, sir ! But ere I go, I'll let you know I'll have a good J. C, sir ! {Takes drink and exi\ CURTAIN. Scene III. — Enter Leo and Nellie. Leo vnth piece of pie in hand and doughnut in the other Leo ogling Nellie. Enter, after theii^ Villagers. Nellie. So it is settled that you enter the army ? Leo. Yes, I have at last persuaded my father that his son woul never make a minister, a lawyer, or a doctor, having neither the religiq necessary for tVie one, the ars prevaricaiuii of the other, or the colj bloodedness requisite for the last. So N. You will go and forget all about me. —16— L. Never. Can I ever forget, think you, the fair hands which I made this pie — the clear mind which produced this fragrant doughnut? N. (Disappointed.) And is this all that you i ' remember ? L. No. I will remember, while memory lasts, the abnormal tongh- I ness of the pork which our butcher has been so eminently successful in I providing us ; the N. But what oi me ? Will you think nothing of the love which— — L. Will I not ? But .sic transit gloria 7nmidi. Yet listen : SONG, "FAREWELL, O FRAGRANT PUAIpKIN PIE."~Leo. Farewell, O fragrant pumpkin pie ! Dyspeptic pork, adieu ! Though to the college halls I hie. On field of battle though I die, My latest sob, my latest sigh Shall wafted be to you ! And thou, O doughnut rare and rich. And fried divinely brown ! Thy form shall fill a noble niche In memory's chamber whilst I pitch My tent beside the river which Rolls on through Kingston town. And my Love — my little Nell, The apple of my eye I ^ To thee how can I say farewell ? I love thee more than I can tell ; I love thee more than — N. Well, sir? Well? L. Than anything — but — pie ! {AU embrace Leo. Chorus, " The Red Sun Sinks to Sleep.") CURTAIN. End of Act I. -16- ACT II. Scene I. — The Gates of K. M. C, Kingston. Commandant and Charm of Students enter to " Oloi^y and Victory'' and face Leo. INITIATION.— Commandant and Chorus of Cadets. Com. Chorus. Com. Chorus. Com. Chorus. Com. (Chorus. All. Chorus. You do as we do ! Do like us ! Com. Chorus. Com. Chorus. All. Chorus. You ifever smoke ") •-; You smoke your smoke / and never cuss. ) and cuss your cuss. / Touch not the fusil, no, nor beer ! \ You drink your fusil and your beer ! j And then, perhaps, you'll flourish here. Oh, we march to the fife and the drums, Our playthings are bullets and shells ; t'or we re samplers of Club House and Mumm's, And the pets of society's belles. First learn the proper warlike airs — Suspend your cap on thirteen hairs ! Still swing your cane as out you go With royal braggadocio, — Accost each lady with a leer, — And then, perhaps, you'll flourish here. We march to the fife and the drums, &c. [Exeunt. Enter Wind in Cadet's Uniform. On Guard. W. Ah, bai Jove ! Don't you know ? I don't like soldiering. There'i too much wed tape about it. (Lays down his njle.) I've had nothinfl but that — aw — beastly goose-step, gawd duty, confined to the gawd house, C. B., and all that sort of thing ever since I've been here— don 1 you know? And the Commandant does nothing but howl about ml blooming — aw — vestments — don't you know ? and tell me that when hj was at Aldershot they had no such blawsted fools in the service as am, I considah these wemarks slightly peitjonal — thm't you know ? wish I was back in Dead-and-alive, working at my new Faewy Oi)ewi -but that blooming Commandant — -17- Enter Commandant, Com. Heah, sir ! you, sir ! tndant and W. Talk about the dev~ n ! Seat the acks, heads hts, jacknife through and through And turn il round in chaps like you Who smell of clover hay ! Sneak music. Duriuff scene J host approaches Wind and finally halts in ^yont of him.) W. {On knees.) M-m-mercy ! m-m-mercy ! I'll never do it again ! (Exit Ghost tcith crash. ) Ugh ! Judge. Prisoner, you are charged — but I hope, for yo«r sake, with- out good and sufficient reason — with believing that you can write poetry. Think, and think well, before you answer. Is this charge true or false ? Pause, 1 say, and consider ! C/HORus OF Court. Yes, pause and consider, before you reply ; You stand on the edge of the brink ; Vou cannot, we all know it, write poetry. Don't therefore pretend it— 'tis sinful to lie, And it's said to be rather unpleasant to die,-- So think well, ere you answer him, think ! Refrain. Oh, it's said to be very unpleasant to die, — •So, &c. W. I can wite poetwy — Court. Ah ! {Cry oj horror from Court.) W. and I'm going to wite a new Faeiry Opevja! Court. Oh! {Another and louder cry from coui t.) Judge. Enough ! The sheriff will turn the prisoner over to the oyal grave-diggers, and may Mars have mercy upon his soul ! The three resurrectionists shoulder Wind and dump him into a hox^ shutting doivn the cover. ) [Exeunt Court. THE RESURRECTIONISTS. ^'" hen the moon was half -full, I got fuller than she, , And taking my little s - p - a - d - e. And sauntering out to the cemeterie, I sampled a few of the corpses. I went to the gi*aveyard again and again, I dug and I delved for them women and men, And trotted them in to the medical "den," Aud then I felt bad for the corpses. ^ —22— For years I kept tiHhing tlic "Htiffs" from their beds, And smuggling thcin in both in waggons and sleds, And selling them oH" to the sub-loving •'meds," All kinds and conditions of corpses. But at last I got caught and got sentenced to jail For a million of years — see the Nejvn or the Mail ; And this is the end of the pitiful tale Of the old resurrectors of corpses. { Very drunk in lant verne. W. lifts lid of box and ir "ken his sneak.) THE CURTAIN. Scene III. — Outside the yates. ENSEMBLE.— Nellie and Maidens. We are maidens who are playing — From the school we hate we're straying — We are maidens who are roaming, We are waiting h\ the gloaming, We are looking for the coming, We are looking for the coming Of cadets — «>f cadets : Of cadets— of cadets. Car. Nellie's waiting for a rover Who's begun to feel above her : How he used to be her lover, How he kissed her in the clover. He forgets. Chorus. We are maidens, etc. Nellie. It is strange hoM' a fellow forgets, when he wishes, The girl he has held in the country so dear ; Whether at the piano, or washing the dishes, He'd love her forever — yet in less than a year He forgets. Chorus. Ah, these cadets ! these cadets ! He forgets. • Enter Commandant. Com. Oh, ho ! My pretty maid, what is your name ? N. 'lis Nellie, sir. Com. And what do you do here ? N. I've come to seek — to seek — —23— Com. N. Com. N. Com. N. Com. Seek what, my dear ? My former lover. Ah ! Who in the flame ? 'Tifi Leo, sir. What ! Leo ? Leo ? How ! My wipsome maiden, surely you forget That in these ages we do not allow A pretty girl to court a young cadet. Alas ! alas ! If you will only hear My tale of sorrow, I am very sure That you will pity me, and help to cure My anguish — Be it so. Say on, my dear. I MET HIM IN THE FAR-AWAY. -Nellie. I met him in the far-away, Yet lovely Northern land : He crossed my life in youth's young May And won my heart and hand. The hour he sought me for his bride My heart can ne'er forget ; But, ah ! full soon he left my side To be — a young cadet. He said his faith would long outlast The glittering stars above ; And while the hours went speeding past He sang me songs of love. Though Thought may fill the eyes with tears, Love rules my being yet ; And o'er my heart, while flit the years, Still reigns the young cadet. • Com. {Aside.) God bless me ! What a perfect little lady ! Such I grace— and beauty ! She would adorn a palace. I have a good notion to — I will ! Car. {Aside.) Nellie, that nice old gentleman is looking this way. He IS going to speak to you. —24— OH, HO I MY AIRY, FAIRY MAID !— The Commandant. Oh, ho ! My airy, fiiiry maid, So winsome and so prettv ; You must not be by this dismayed, But listen to my ditty. The lad you love is but a Ixiy Who worships cards and wine ; His only hope's the moment's joy — < Forget hiu), an»l— be mine ! CuuKrs. Com. and Maid£N8. I am the Commandant, while he Is but a raw recruit, — A general, and K. (i. to-be, So listen to my suit. „**V 1 the Commandant, while he He isj ' Is but a raw recruit, — A general and K. G. to-be, So listen to *^ ^ ^'"**^ I Mayaeaare ^^^rith delight/ Fair sonnets I write ^ . On the moonbeams of night And the sun-dawn — the glory of morning : In the girls I delight. And for lovers indite Triolets to the maids who are scorning. Wind & Chorus. I am He •I is/ &c. 'Tis as easy for me To write verse, as you see. As for others to struggle with prose : While they're crawling around Like mugwumps on the ground, I soar upward in thought and couipose. WIND & Chorus. For the's/ &c. If a clerk, on two dollars. Loves a maid and sports collars That rise like the great Eiffel Tower, He asks me to propose In a lyric that shows His devotion to her and her dower. Wind & Chorus. For { he'sr^- I'm an officer, too, And can fight — just a few. As these beggarly Zulus will find ; They'll be trembling and quaking When their chief I am shaking. And they'll call me the great Mogul— Wind. try Opera,'' m Chorus. -31- Maidens. Dear Mr. Wind, are you going to fight those horrid lulus? W. ( With dignity. ) I am. I ahull -aw— decapitate them. Maidens. But, if you should be taken captive ? You know, of Icourae, that they boil their captives am' eat them ! VV. Wha-a-at ! You don't mean it, weally ? Car. But Mr. VVind is not afraid. He is a British soldier and a [poet. C W . and Maidens. (You're an officer, too, \. i. \Vm /*^' Enter Leo and Nellie, Bloodswioger and Caroline. Chorus of Maidens. Ah, Leo, Wellington and Wind — these three Are now about to leave us here ; At dawn they sail across the sea To fight for home and country dear. L., B. & W'. There's battle, danger, toil before, — The path of duty s fraught with pain : But, front us wreck or caimon's roar. We toast you now — Auf Wiedersehn ! QUARTETTE—" FAREWELL ! " Leo, Nellie, Caroline, Bloodswioger. ^ Farewell ! — a little word and light. Yet pregnant with regret to me. It seems a St. Helena's height, A mockery to souls V hose flight Hath been unto- ./hat could not be. t Farewell ! — I rest upon the word : ' It seems a solemn, saddening bell, At midnight in the tempest heard, — A death -bed sigh, a funeral knell That speaks of life and love interred : It soundeth now — ah, sad !— Farewell ! curtain. Scene II. {three months later)— handtUa. The British tents by moon- light in the distance. i —32— Sentinel. (Within.) Who goes there ? Voice. (Within.) Friend. S. Stand, friend, and give the countersign. V. England. S. Puss, England. Ente.r Lko, vnth fiword, dr. L. Just three months since I saw home and — Nellie ! And it seems like three years. How much I have passed through since ! Two sea voyages —weary marching beneath a broiling sun — a couple of skir- mishes — a scratch or two — but such comratles I — every man of them a hero. Surely I should be satisfitMl : and yet to-night, in spite of all, I cannot think of anything but houie — my old b«)y hood's home, nestling among the hills — the brooklet running past the house — Nellie — and all tlie olden gladness. Oh, that I could see them once again, as in the days of long ago ! THE DAYS OF LONG A(}0.— Leo. Bring back, O Time ! bring back to me The days I once did know. The dear old days that used to be, — The days of long ago ! ■•>' Bring back the hopes that failed to last. The fears that failed not Oo : Bring back, bring back the golden Past — The days of long ago ! Bring back the loves I won and lost Through Love's inconstant flow ; Bring back, bring back, at any coat, , The days of long ago ! Bring back once more the fruit and flower, The early morning glow. And give me for a single hour , The days of long ago. O Autocrat divine and strong ! For men have called thee so, — Bring back, with summer and with song. The days of long ago. Vain, vain ! I know it — my request ; They come not, once they go. However bright, however blest — The days of long ago. —83— 1 it seems Two 8ea of skir- f them a ^ of all, I , nestling —and all Ets in the Enter Cai't. Bloodswiooer and vV^ind. H. (Slappirnf hin shoulder.) True, Leo, my boy ! *' They come not, Jnc;e they go !" Rut the memory of those days should animate us to (o deeds in the present that shall he worthy of the history of the, past. ell, good-bye, old fellow I — we ai'e ott" on a scout. The old man thinks [e are on the eve of battle ; he says that the enemy are gathering in [lunViers, and Wind and I are told oft co see them closer. W. Aw, yes— I hope to wite it down befoah I tohget it for my new [jiewy Opewa. L. Well, goodbye and good luck ! H. Better follow the example of your seniors, old man, and turn in. )()d-night ! )i|. [Exeunt B. and W. L. Turn in ! I should choke under canvas. I know not how it is, kt I feel very strangely to-night. I feel as if something terrible were [iug to happen. The General scents fight ; so do I — and more : how ich more I fear to say. (Trumpet heard in distance.) THE MOON IS BRKmT.— Leo. The moon is bright on yonder hill : My comrades, touched by some rare chance, Sleep, heedless of the thiieatening ill, The morning's fight, the foes' advance. They sleep, and I, a coward knave, Indulge in dreams when I should wake And prove my heart both true and brave, Though love and fortune both forsake. And now, my woman's heart, farewell ! No longer woman may I be : I march to meet the iron shell, •< And leaden ball of Destiny. No more to Love I link my fate, No more a boy with war I play ; For, lo ! the foe is at the gate, And it may be I die to-day. he sings, the stage gets lighter, and day begins to dawn. At the close alarm within, and soldiers march out in battle array.) THE FLAG OP FATHERLAND. -Soldiers. To the field ! To the field ! The foe is at hand. In his serried ranks before us ; But there's victory for aye in the glittering band While our country's flag flies o'er us. I T ■III —34— Chorus. For the aoMier knows no fear, But he stands as heroes stand ; And he djes with a soldier's cheer For the flag of Fatherland. In a thousand fights it has waved on higli Over tower and sea and strand ; 'Tis a beacon of death which the foeinen fly, — This flag of our Fatherland. Chorus. For the soldier knows no fear, He is one of a hero-band ; And he dies with a soldier's cheer For the flag of Fatherland. The memory of those who fought of old, — Whose deeds brave legends tell, Have hallowed forever the every fold Of the flag they loved so well. Chorus. For the soldier, &c. And as wariiors bold, while lasts our breath, We'll guard it with heart and hand ; For the death men die is life, not death, For the flag of Fatherland. Chorus. For the soldier, &c. {During last chorus, soldiers march off, and are heard Htwjing in d\\ tance, followed by loud alarm, die.) curtain. Scene IV. — Znluland, near Isandula. Night. Enter Cetcho a\ Zidn jvarriors. THE STARS AS THEY LOOK.— Cetcho. / The stars as they look from the spaces above On the Northerner sleeping on earth. May waft to his pillow sweet visions of love From the ocean- washed isle of his birth. Chorus. From the ocean-washed isle of his birth ! But the faces of old he shall see not again, And his dreams shall be dreams evermore ; For the vulture shall feast on the forms of the slain, Lying thick on our far-away shore. Chorus. Lying thick on our far-away shore ! Cetcho and Zulus. —36— Cetcho am Oh, ho ! Oh, ho ! He, he ! He, he ! We sing of the battle that is to be ; Of the blood and the tire and the cannon's roar, Of the hearts that have throbbe