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(a French schoolboy) Miss Nina Cadiz Jessie \ 1 Miss Marie Studholme Rose Miss Kate Cannon Christine r ( Art Students) -; Miss Alice Davis Ruby Miss* Kate Adams Violet J i Miss Lettice Fairfax Geraldine ... {a Model) ... Miss Hetty Hamer Amy Cripps Miss Louie Pounds Jane Miss Sibyl Grey Miss Manvers ... ... Miss Nellie Gregory and Daisy Vane (Sir Gt >orae St. Alban's ward) Miss Letty LinD Rudolph Blair ... {an Art Student) Mr. C. Hayden Coffin Sir George St. Alban (a Diplomatist) Mr. Eric Lewis Archie Pendillon (an Art Student) Mr. Yorke Stephens Earl of Thamesmead (Lady Barbara's brother) Mr. Lawrance D'Orsay Algernon St. Alban (Sir George's son) Mr. J. Earren Soutar Carbonnet \ / Mr. Maurice Farkoa Apthorpe \ (Art Students) ' Mr. Gilbert Porteous Maddox ) ' Mr. Conway Dixon James Cripps (Lady Barbara's husband Mr. E. M. Robson Smoggins ... ... ... Mr. \V. Blakeley AND Mme. Ami'lii: (a Schoolmistress in Paris) Miss Lottie Venne SCENE I. SCENE II. An Artist's Studio in Paris, Ball Room in a Country House. M142242 London : Frank Gant, General Prixtfk, 64, Berwick Street, "VV. AN ARTIST'S MODEL. ACT I. No. 1.— CHORUS. Chorus. With brush in hand and palette gay Our varied talents we display, And some for art, and some for fame, Are working hard to make a name ; But since, as artists, all agree It's best to work for L. S. D. We paint to please the vulgar throng- For life is short, and art is long ! The student plays a pleasant part Who worships at the shrine of art , And gets a chance— as artists do — To study lovely woman too ! In graceful pose on canvas white Her form and features we delight As sinner sweet, or charniing saint, To catch with aid of brush and paint. With brush in hand and palette gay Our varied talents we display ; And some for art, and some for fame, Are working hard to make a name. {Enter Madiox, Carbonxet and Apthorpe with Violet, Rose, Maddox. Carboxxet. & Apthorpe. Christine jnd Ruby.) From the Bois de Vmcennes we return — A really artistic community ; The beauties of nature we learn At every fresh opportunity. Oarbonnet. It's excessively pleasant to toddle Through the cool of the forest and greenery Coquetting with nice-looking model, Or quietly sketching the scenery. Girls. Though at present we're models unwedded — If the future to fortune should carry you, With our characters sobered and steadied AVe shall all be delighted to many you. Chorus. Here you will find in agreeable variety Every shade of artistic society — Light-hearted students of art and its mysteries ; Innocent models and models with histories. Artists whose drawing a spoiling of paper is ; Embryo Leightons, who revel in draperies ; Artists who paint from the naughty and nudey-0 ! All can be found in this popular studio. The lazy, lucky artists, who Have really nothing else to do But picnic in the woods away, Delight at painting thus to play ; But those who duty never shirk Remain at home and stick to work, For honest labour holds the keys Of fame and fortune— bread and cheese ! No. 2. — SONG-.— Carbonnet and Chorus. Carbonnet. Oh, come and peep, when the world's asleep, At gay Bohemi-ah ! Chorus. At gay Bohemi-ah ! Carbonxet. And much you'll see that you'll ask of me : — " Ma is, qiCeat-ce que Jest que ^a f ( 'horus. " Mais, qiCest-ce que c'est que <;a f Carboxnet. For lots of things we do, you know, Are not precisely comme il/aut ; But that you'll find is often so In gay Bohemi-ah ! Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! For gay Bohemi-ah ! To some extent no doubt it's true We're not particular what we do In gay Bohemi-ah ! Chorus. Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! &c. Carbon net. The wild delights of the days and nights In gay Bohemi-ah ! Chorus. In gay Bohemi-ah ! Caebonnet. Would suit the chaste and luxurious taste Of a Sultan or a Shah. Chorus. Of a Sultan or a Shah. Carbonxet. And this opinion still is rife : — You're bound to lead a shocking life, • Or bolt with someone else's wife In gay Bohemi-ah ! Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! For gay Bohemi-ah ! When every kind of life you've tried, You'll find a lot of the shady side In gay Bohemi-ah ! Chorus. Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! &c. Carboxxet. No sneers we cast on a doubtful past In gay Bohemi-ah ! Chorus. In gay Bohemi-ah ! Carbonnet. Nor mi id a bit if you should commit Some indiscreet faux pas, Chorus. Some indiscreet faux pas. Carbonnet. For though our ways are far more free Than those of High Societee, We're just what we pretend to be In gay Bohemi-ah. Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! For gay Bohemi-ah ! Of course it's only fair to add If we're not so good, we're not so bad In gay Bohemi-ah ! Chorus. Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! &c. No. 3— TEIO. Lady Barbara CRiprs, Amy and Mr. Cripps, with Chorus. Lady B. With mixed emotions here I stand In this artistic wonder-land ! — Mr C. We may as well look through it. Lady B. Well — just perhaps a glance or two — For here one sees what artists do ; And also how they do it. Mr C. Exactly how they do it ! Lady B. (to Amy.) Until I've cast my eyes around And nothing unbecoming found, Keep yours, my darling, on the ground. Amy. Oh, yes, mamma, I'd rather ! Mr C. (to Lady B.) Now this I call a perfect gem, And that one too, my dear — Lady B. Ahem! (to Amy.) You really mustn't look at them, Or listen to your father. ExSEMBLE. Lady 13. Amy. Mr. Cripps. Though I'm not a "With beauty's charms Though she may think • prude, heigho ! endued, heigho ! it rude, heigho ! No debt of gratitude A debt of gratitude A debt of gratitude I I owe I owe owe To gay Paree To gay Paree ! To gay Paree For showing me For showing me For showing me This rather shocking These artists in their This interesting studio ! studio ! studio ! Chorus. When folks to us allude, heigho ! In terms distinctly rude, heigho ! We wish that they Would stop away From such a shocking studio ! Lady B. (to Amy.) As girls are somewhat apt to dote On lengthy hair and velvet coat — No interference brooking, To all the men — except papa — Pray shut your eyes. Amy I will, mamma. Lady B. (aside, putting up her glasses.) They really are good-looking. Amy (aside.) Exceedingly good-looking ! Mr. 0. This place at leisure I'll explore — Lady B. You once considered art a bore. Mr C. Because I'd never seen before So much of it on view, dear ! I feel, as every nerve it grips, An artist to my finger tips ; The human figure — Lady B. Mr. Cripps, Amy. 0, come along, pa, do, dear ! (Ensemble and Chorus as before.) 10 No. 4. — SONG-. — Sir George. Though pictures as a connoisseur I don't pretend to criticise, I know the points in painting- that will make for notoriety — A limb that's rather shapely, or a hand and foot of pretty size, With just a slight suspicion of a proper impropriety. The age that reads a Yellow Book delights to find how blue it is. To day's artistic idols are to-morrow's on-the shelfy ones ; But /prefer to Beardsley and his female incongruities The highly coloured posters that are genuine Adelphi ones. Yet in Art, to be sure, As in Literature, Eccentricity's certain to pay ; For a dash and a dab Make a gee-gee and cab In the popular Art of the day. The names of pictures classical I'm always apt to stammer on, So wouldn't hang a Leighton though upon my walls possessing room ; But Mrs. Patrick Campbell, Marie Lloyd, and Yiolet Cameron Are framed to much advantage in the corners of my dressing-room ; And when I say I really do not care for the Academy I hope I do not shock you, for my words are not abrup'ly meant ; But honestly I much prefer (though doubtless it's too bad o' me,) The colored plate presented as a Christmas Extra Supplement . Yet in Art, to be sure, As in Literature, Eccentricit}^s certain to pay ; For a smudge and a smear Make an actress and peer In the popular Art of the day ! Now woman, with her violet eyes, her golden, brown, or black tresses, Makes just the sort of picture on a mantelpiece I'd stick me up; And therefore I've become, because I'm fond of pretty actresses, An annual subscriber both to Sketch, St. Paul's, and Pick-me-up. I'm told it's very flippant, and of Art at best a sorry phase, But scientist, and savant, and the dry- as -dusty Prideaux-er Would smile on Dudley Hardy's dashing ballet girls and coryphees, So think of their attractions for a tender hearted widower ! 11 And in Art, to be sure, As in Literature, Eccentricity's certain to pay ; For a splash and a splurt Make a leg and a skirt In the popular Art of the day ! No. 5.— SONG-.— Madame Amelie. Mdme. A. A few young ladies I receive To finish — at a special fee ; That they are finished when they leave You'll guess from what you know of me. On principles that are my own I educate each pupil small ; Though people say the past has shown That I've no principles at all ! 0, my school is most select, For my pupils don't affect All the out -of date accomplishments of ordinary schools ; If a girl who is good-looking Wants to join a class for cooking, [rules ! Do you think that I allow it ? No ! It's quite against the Others. Do you think that she allows it ? No ! It's quite against the rules ! Mdme. A. Geography of course I teach, Since all nry girls may husbands trap By learning their position each Upon the season's social map. And Bach, Beethoven, or Mozart Is not the music I allow, For Music-Hall and Coster Art Is wanted in our salons now. 0, my school is most select, For my pupils don't affect All the out-of-date accomplishments of ordinary schools ; If a girl in some abstruse key Wants to play like Paderewski, [rules 1 Do you think that I allow it ? No ! It's quite against the 12 Others. Do you think that she allows it ? No ! It's quite against the rules. Mdme A. Complexions that deserve a prize I'm proud to say my girls have got — For why fatigue with exercise When rouge is eighteen-pence a pot ? Disdaining — as young ladies ought — The stock-in-trade of ball-room flirts, The latest step- dance they are taught, Or else the newest kick in skirts. 0, my school is most select, For my pupils don't affect All the out-of-date accomplishments of ordinary schools ; If a girl with notions oddest Wants to dance in manner modest, [rules ! Do you think that I allow it ? No ! It's quite against the Others. Do you think that she allows it ? No ! It's quite against the rules ! No. 6.— SONG.— Rudolph. ~Rvd. Is love a dream that fades with dawn of day — Too sweet to last when night has passed away, Or will its magic haunt me to the end Though she be false who once was more than friend ? Can I forget — with all their summer shine — The golden hours that linked her life with mine ? Can I forget, with every pulse a-stir, The path of roses that I trod with her ? No charm can ever teach me to forget That day of days when she and I first met ; And since I may not worship at her throne, No other love my loyal heart shall own ! As through the world I wander far and wide Without her hand my lonely way to guide, No other face to me seems half so fair, No other voice with music fills the air ! Her heart was mine, and all her love my own In that sweet summer time for ever flown Whose happy hours — by dearest memories graced- Their tender legend on my heart have traced ! No charm can ever teach me to forget That day of days when she and I first met ; And since I may not worship at her throne, No other love my loyal heart shall own ! No. 7.— SONG.— Daisy. Daisy. Oh, I'm a simple little maid, Who really doesn't know a thing — My innocence you'll find displayed In every word I'm going to sing. And yet so much I long to learn That here and there I peep and pry. Things puzzle me at every turn — I wonder why ! I wonder why ! Oh, the fellows call me Daisy, little Daisy with the dimple, And they say they are so fond of me, because I am so simple ; But they tell me I am certain to be wiser by and-by, And the more I think it over, well, the more I wonder why ! My fellow-creatures I've been told - ' To study closely when I can, And, whether he be young or old, The creature I prefer is — man ; His habits do amuse me so — I've seen him face the midnight air, And start from home quite late to go — I wonder where ! I wonder where ! Yes, the fellows call me Daisy, little Daisy with the dimple, And they say they are so fond of me, because I am so simple But they tell me I am sure to learn a lot I don't know now, And the more I think it over, well, the more I wonder how \ u If ever I should take a walk A funny thing I'm sure to see — The men, in passing, stop their talk, And then turn round and look at me ; Though rudeness they may not intend, It's rather trying — is it not ? For one will whisper to his friend — I wonder what ! I wonder what ! Oh, the fellows call me Daisy, little Daisy with the dimple, And they say they are so fond of me, because I am so simple ; Perhaps it's that attraction, or perhaps they think I'm rich, And the more I think it over, well, the more I wonder which ! No. 8.- CHORUS. Queen of the Studio, welcome right royally ! Where has your Majesty been — Leaving the students who loved you so loyally Mourning their beautiful Queen ? Days have been dreary, and life has seemed black to us Till with your presence the sunshine comes back to us ; Welcome with heartiness, your High-Artiness ! Sweet and adorable Queen ! RECITATIVE. - Adele. Adele. My best of friends, no words of mine an tell The joy I feel at coming back again — Back to the dear old haunts I love so well, Back to the kingdom where I used to reign ! That happy time but yesterday appears — The students' song still ringing in my ears ! CHORUS. Chorus. The song ! the song ! we all implore ! Sing us the students' song once more ! 15 No. 8a.— SONG. — Adele and Chorus. Adele. What life so sweet, what life so free As that the meny student leads *? The happiest of fellows he Who little has and little needs ! For nought to him is wealth or rank, And nought to him is King or Queen — His mistress Art content to thank If she bestows the laurel green. " On y revient toujour s ! " We come, with hearts grown fonder, Back to the life that each of us loves best ! For here are home and rest When far a-field we wander ; Sing, comrades all, " On y revient toujour*!" Chorus. " On y revient toujour s ! etc. Adkle. Let kingdoms shake and tumble down ! Let markets fall — if so they choose ! What matter, when a last half-crown Is all the student has to lose ? To-day perhaps with well-filled purse He dines like any millionaire — To-morrow when his luck is worse, He laughs at fate — and lives on air ! Chorus. " On y revient toujour* ! " etc. A dele. And when the world has hardly used Some comrade of the days gone by, Who, finding help by all refused, With broken heart creeps home to die, The students take him by the hand, And cheer and comfort to the end ; For he who seeks BohemiaVland Will never fail to find a friend ! Chorus. On y revient toujour* ! " etc. 16 No. 9. — SCENA. — Adele and Rudolph. Rudolph. (Addressing picture.) maid of witching grace, Mankind at will disarming, The world's in sorry case "When one so fair of face Is false as she is charming ! When woman proves untrue, And man has loved her vainly, Poor wretch ! what must he do ? lips of carcnine, you Might speak and tell him plainly ! Adele. {Behind Curtain.) Alas ! what must he do? Rudolph. What sound was that ? Who spoke to me ? A voice that I would fain forget ? Ah, surely no ! — it cannot be ! — It must have been a dream ! — and yet — Eudolph. {He goes to curtain and pulls it down.) Adele ! No. 9a. — DUET. — Adele and Rulolph. R-udolph. Though all the world of women fair (And fairest of them all I rank you) For love of me should tear their hair, Politely I would say " No thank you ! My happiness no more I'll chance — The whims of some coquette obeying ; In future I decline to dance To any tune of woman's playing. Adele. When woman is so proudly placed That she of men may pick the smartest , You don't suppose her time she'd waste Upon an unattractive artist ! For lords with mansions, and domains, And racing studs, and yachts at anchor Would wed a lady who maintains • So large a balance with her banker. 17 ElJDOLPH. Adele. Rudolph. Adele. Bygone memories had disarmed me, If your heart had proved less sordid ! "Would you have me say you charmed me When I found that you no more did ? Hasty words from lips of youth ! Jest is often sober truth ! Together. who would blindly trust j ? r J lot m ( man and all his ) , , . To \ \ tender mercies r I woman and her > I must confess that /should not — Without expecting rude reverses. We two could never side by side Go far upon life's rugged highway ; In future let our paths divide — If you'll go your way — I'll go my way ! No. 10. — Entrance of School Girls. School Girls. We are ten little misses From a French girls' school — An embodiment of blisses In our costumes cool ! If our faces do not dimple At the sights we see, It's because we're not so simple As we seem to be. Though as dainty little dumb things We are bound to pose, We could teach our mothers some thiDgs If we only chose ; And we're very much admired — But we all agree That we're feeling rather tired And we want our tea ! 18 ►SOLO. — Madame Amelie. To seo you safe and sound, dear girls, I'm glad- 0£ slight fatigue I hope you feel no traces ; A nice improving walk I'm sure you've had — Of course you've been to no forbidden places ! I trust that as you promenaded through The streets of Paris and its gay environs, You treated all the men who stared at you As impudent Don Juans or Lord Byrons ! School Girls. We are ten little misses From a school, you know, And our first appearance this is In a stu-di-o ; So you mustn't be astounded At the things we say, For simplicity unbounded We of course display. Exclamations we may utter At the tales we hear, But we're not so bread and butter As we all appear ; If you'll promise not to flatter In a style too free, Wo will stop and have a chatter, And a cup of tea ! No. 11.— FINALE. School Girls. {Crowding round Daisy.) Ah, here is the truant at last ! — Oil, Daisy, what have you been doing ? These pranks — as you've learnt in the past, Madame 's very strict in tabooing. Oh, Daisy, it's really not right ! — You know that you'll smart for it, don't you ? But when we're undressing to-night You'll give us particulars, won't you ? Chorus. If young ladies when undressing Thus are given to confessing Peccadillos On their pillows — What an interesting sight ! 19 Sir George (Aside to Algernon.) Now make yourself agreeable to my ward— An heiress, and a charming one, is she. Algernon, (with Jessie.) To waste my time on her I can't afford, For here, sir, is the only girl for me ! Sir George, (taking Daisy's hand.) To say that I am pleased, my dear, with you Is nothing but an ordinary platitude ; My thanks to Madame Amelie are due — Where is she ? that I may express my gratitude. Lucien. I think that I can find her for you. (palls aside curtain and discovers Madame Amelie in the loy's clothes that Daisy has discarded.) Lucien. There ! Sir Geo. (aside. )Qxoo& heavens ! Millie Mostyn — I declare i School-Girls. In astonishment we're gazing At this spectacle amazing ! How can one so strict as Madam Find a suitable excuse ? Mdme. A. I would stop their observations With judicious castigations, If in school I safely had 'em — And the birch were still in use ! Chorus. Though intense her irritation, Yet — with view to castigation — Vain all searches made for birches — They're completely out of use ! Lady B. I've seen nothing that is recent More improper and indecent ! am shocked beyond expression — Mdme A. I'll explain if you'll allow. Lady B. Your assurance may not fail you, But excuses won't avail you ! Mdme A. To Sir George I'll make confession, Sir Geo. No ! I cannot hear you now ! 20 Chorus. In default of explanation, There is every indication From the traces on their faces That there's going to be a row ! (Madame Amelie puts herself at the head of her girls and is about to leave the studio, when Daisy lakes her arm and stops her. Daisy. I think I'd better make it clear That not another word I'll hear Against a lady who has been The truest friend I've ever seen ! And if to England I must go, The parting will be hard I know ; In fact the thought occurs to me, Can I without her happy be ? Adele. {to Rudolph.) Though on parting we've decided, Why should old acquaintance end ? If our lives must be divided, Let me still remain your friend. Though the ties of old are riven, And unfettered both we stand, All forgotten and forgiven, Let us take each other's hand ! Rudolph {reluctantly giving his hand to Adele.) Though henceforth I must forget you, No regrets upon me steal ; That I ever should have met you, Is the one regret I feel. {aside.) Yet my heart its queen would choose her, Fickle beauty though she be ! Little matter — since I lose her What on earth becomes of me ! Adele & Then goodbye to all that lingers Rudolph. • Of the days we once held dear — Trusting grasp of little fingers, Whispered words that none might hear, Beating hearts and tender glances, Eyes that spoke in fond reply ! Foolish dreams and idle fancies — Let us bid them all goodbye ! 21 Chorus. When a ward with expectations Is so sweetly young and girlish, To withold congratulations Would be positively churlish. May she lovers have in plenty — All prepared to pick a bride up ; On attaining one-and-twenty May her cash no more be tied up ; May her life be ever sunny, And her tears be those of laughter ; May she marry rank or money, And be happy ever after. ACT DROP. ACT U. No. 12.— THE LANCERS, FIFTH FIGURE. Chorus. Number five at last ! — Now don't forget It ends the set, So hurry through it fast ; For though in Lancers or stiff Quadrille Smart society Finds variety, Valse of course is the favorite still ! Men. Poorest of dancers may try the Lancers ! — How can our talents make due display ? Girls. Doing your duty to youth and beauty — That is for gallants the only way, Men. Speaking in chorus — a dance would bore us But for the brightness of beauty's eyes ! Girls. Gracefully spoken to hearts you've broken ; We for politeness give you the prize ! Chorus. Number Five at last ! &c. All. We can turn our thoughts, with welcome end in sight, To the iced champagne and those refreshments light Which so temptingly all weary souls invite — The heated and the thirsty ones essentially ; And with strange delight our contemplations run On a hasty move, when once the dance is done, To an alcove cool with some agreeable one With whom Ave want to chatter confidential!}'. Chorus. Number Five at last ! &c. 23 No. IS.— SONG.— Daisy. Daisy. A Tom-tit lived in a tip-top tree, And a mad little, bad little bird was he ; He'd bachelor tastes, but then — oh ! dear ! — He'd a gay little way with the girls I fear ! Now a Jenny Wren lived on a branch below, And it's plain she was vain as ladies go, For she pinched her waist and she rouged a bit — With a sigh for the eye of the gay Tom-tit. She sighed, " Oh, my!" She sighed, "Ah, me!" While the Tom-tit sat on his tree-tree-tree ; And she piped her eye A bit-bit-bit For love of the gay Tom-tit-tit-tit ! She saw that her rouge did not attract, So she tried to decide how next to act ; She donned a stiff collar and fancy shirt, And she wore, what is more, a divided skirt. Then she bought cigarettes and a big latch-key, And she said, " He'll be led to notice me ! " — But she found her plan didn't work one bit, For he sneered, as I feared, did that gay Tom-tit ! He sneered, " Oh, my ! " He sneered, " Oh, lor! — " What on earth has she done that for-for-for ? " And he winked his eye i A bit-bit-bit — That giddy and gay Tom-tit-tit ! " Alas ! No more," said the poor young Wren, 11 Will I ape the shape of the heartless men ! " — So she flung cigarettes and big latch-key With a plop from the top of that great green tree. And she wouldn't use rouge or pinch her waist, But she dressed to the best of a simple taste ; Then she learnt to cook and to sew and knit — " What a pe*arl of a girl ! " said the gay Tom-tit. Said he, "Good-day!" Said she, "How do?" They were very- soon friends, those two- two -two ; And I'm bound to say In a bit-bit-bit She married that gay Tom-tit -tit-tit ! 24 No. 14.— CONCERTED PIECE. Jessie. We've reached our destination — and I'm glad of it ! Carbonxet. A really most unpleasant time we've had of it ! Ruby. The weather showed its windy, damp, and dewy side. Maddox. At intervals I contemplated suicide ! Jessie. The gale increased with lustier and louder puffs. Carbonnet. And all the girls forgot to use their powder puffs. Violet. Our faces were as colorless as dimity. Maddox. We couldn't think of food with equanimity ! All. That excruciating crossing With its pitching and its tossing Was an ordeal that happily is over — ! It's enough to make you floppy If the Channel's chippy- choppy When from Calais you are voyaging to Dover — ! Daisy {entering.) I am so pleased to see you all ! The time has gone so fast I really thought you'd miss the ball ; But here you are at last ! Sir Geo. {entering.) Good gracious me ! These people Jiere ? It's really most unpleasant ! As Daisy's guests they've been, I fear, Invited to be present. Mdme. A. {entering.) Well, Daisy dear, I've come you see. Daisy. Madame ! This is delightful ! A long, long time you'll stay with me. Sir Geo. The situation's frightful ! Lady B. {entering.) Though I hate to make unnecessary fuss, If that woman's to associate with its Then / must bring my visit to an end ! Daisy. I won't allow you to insult my friend ! Mdme. A. I am sorry that my visit has aroused her indignation — {significantly.) But suppose we leave the matter to Sir George's arbitration. 25 Sir Geo. [confused.) I — oh, really— well — you see If the question's left to me Rather fully into matters I 'must go ; And of course it's very clear That we can't discuss them here — There's a time and place for everything, you know ! {Offer 8 his arm to Lady Barbara, and exeunt.) Daisy. Now promise me that quite at home you'll make yourselves! You're longing to your rooms I know to take 3 r ourselves, Exhausted with the journey here from France a bit ! But when you've changed your things — come down and dance a bit. Mdme A. I'll talk again quite cheerfully and chattily As soon as I have had some sal volatile ; At present I am felling faint and flickery, And hardly fit to frolic with Terpsichore ! All. That excruciating crossing With its pitching and its tossing Was an ordeal that happily is over — ! It's enough to make you floppy If the Channel's chippy-choppy When from Calais you are voyaging to Dover-0 ! No. 15. — TRIO. — Madame Amelie, Algernon and Sir George. Algernon. By a pretty little proverb it was settled long ago That anticipation's better than reality, and so If you've set your hopes on anything, I'll undertake to show That you can't expect fulfilment to the letter. Sir Geo. When your savings you've invested — with the aid of Warnf ord Court- — In some Afrikander gold mine of the ordinary sort, And are waiting for a dividend and annual report — Well — the longer you can wait for thein the better All. The felici-lici-tation Of antici-tici-pation By reality is speedily corrected ; At Niagara tlie skating May appear exhilarating, But the Falls are not the fun that you expected ! Sir Geo. Though we all consider marriage an estimable boon, Yet how often when we try it do we sing another tune — Mdme. A. As we hasten with alacrity to Mr. Justice Jeune, And petition him to nisi-ly upset it ? Algernon. Now, a lover's very charming and affectionate of course, But I think you'll find a husband is another colored horse — Mdme. A. You anticipate — devotion, and you realize — divorce, And you really won't be happy till you get it ! All. The felici-lici-tation Of antici-tici-pation By reality is speedily corrected ; Oscar's epigrams look clever — Do not analyse them ever, Or you'll find they're not as smart as you expected! No. 16.— SONG.— Adele. Adele. Sundown and dark, and over me the spell Of shadow-land — As in my thoughts, dear love, in fond farewell I take your hand ! The world to-morrow offers as its prize — To call my own — Rank, riches — all that women idolize, Save love alone ! world of greed and gold, What do I care For all thy wealth untold, Thy treasures rare ? One gift I covet still All gifts above — Take from me what you will, But leave me love ! Greyness of dawn once more, and gold of noon On hills and dells ; Then there shall sound upon the air — too soon My wedding bells. Yet all the years to come of pride and pow'r And splendour's blaze How gladly would I yield for one sweet hour Of by- gone days ! world of greed and gold, What do I care For all thy wealth untold, Thy treasures rare ? One gift I covet still All gifts above — Take from me what you will, But leave me love ! No. i7.— YALSE CHANTEE. Adele, Rudolph axd Chorus. Adele. Music and laughter Float on the air ; Tears may come after — Why should we care ? Folly holds revel — Let us to day Stoop to his level, Careless and gay ! Merriment hailing Monarch of all, Grief unavailing Who would recall ? Lovers trip lightly — Whispering low ; Eyes sparkle brightly, Cheeks are a-glow ! Ciiotius. Music and laughter, etc. 28 Rudolph. This valse our last will be, And since regret were vain That I with you and you with me May never dance again, Oh, let our thoughts to-night Live only in the past, And let us dance with footsteps light The valse that is our last ! Chorus. How enchanting this ! With a charming girl In a dreamy skirt Thus to float and whirl ! And what perfect bliss When in happy pairs We can slyly flirt On the stairs ! Adele. Oh, let our thoughts to-night Live only in the past, And let us dance with footsteps light The valse that is our last ! Chorus. Music and laughter Float on the air ; Tears may come after — Why should we care ! Folly holds revel — Let us to-day Stoop to his level, Careless and gay ! Turning, twirling, Flying o'er the ground- Wheeling, whirling Giddily around — Swaying, swirling, Dreamily we go Valsing to and fro ! Music and laughter Float on the air ; Tears may come after — Why should we care ? 29 No. 18.— SONG. {Introduced.) Carboxxet axd Chorus. Words by Joseph Watsox. Music by Mary Watsox. Carboxxet. To my military service I'm devoted, I'm always there when duty's to be done ; But you'll find it's very generally noted I'm " all there " too when beauty's to be won ; When at drill or on the march, I'm as trim and stiff as starch, Mais franc hement, I am thinking all the while Of pairs of loving eyes, Of tender little sighs, Of rosy lips that greet me with a smile. Chorus. Rat-a-plan-plan- plan-plan-plan, C'est comme qa dans Vregiment, Just in England as upon the " Continong " As we go marching by, From the corner of my eye I note each pretty darling, sur le champ. Rat a plan ! Carboxxet. I should like to have a bout of real campaigning — Ah ! then I'd show you how to do or die ! En attendant, there are conquests worth attaining : The sort you read in some fair damsel's eye ; I would flit from flower to flower, And dwell in beauty's bower, In France, in Italy, in sunny Spain ; Yet I think the choicest pearl Is a pretty English girl — Oh, tell me not that I must woo in vain ! Chorus Rat-a-plan, etc. Carboxxet. Well, I hope that when the time shall comef or fighting, We sha'nt have any quarrel with John Bull ; I would rather see my countrymen uniting With Johnny in the self-same boat to pull ; May we never draw the sword, On land or on ship-board, Against your Tommy Atkins or Jack Tar, And if rivals we must be, Let it be upon our knee, With love and beauty for our guiding star. Chorus. Rat-a-plan, etc. No. 19.— SONG.— Madame Amiliie Mdme. A. It's really hard, when times are bad And tradesmen unforgiving, For ladies in Societee Who haven't any L. S. D. To earn an honest living ! A rough experience I have had — While friends unkindly mocking Their firm belief would all express That now-a days to win success One must do something shocking. But the lady wasn't going that way — Though they told her impropriety would pay ; So she shut her little eyeses To the glitter of the prizes, And declared she wasn't going that way ! A lady florist I became, And peers called every morning • They purchased from my fingers fair, And left the shop with orchids rare Their buttonholes adorning. Until a duke — (don't ask his name !) — With tender smiles and touches My heart no doubt designed to win, Invited me to supper — in The absence of his duchess ! But the lady wasn't going that way — Though you cannot pick a duke up every day ; So she turned her little toeses From the naughty path of roses, For of course she wasn't going that way ! My novels from a publisher Got no consideration, For now-a-days, he said to me, Successful works are bound to be Unfit for publication. In Sloane Street as a milliner I met with failure utter ; A West End tea-shop too I'tried Where "ladies only" were supplied With tea and roll and butter. 31 As a manicure I might have made it pay, If good fortune had enabled me to say That I'd cut some Royal nailses — Say the Queen's and Prince of Wales's ; Eut I never saw them coming my way ! No. 20. — DANCE.— Sir Roger de Coverlet. No. 21.— EECITATIVE and SONG.— Rudolph. Rudolph. With hope and fear my heart is beating fast — What do the coming moments hold for me ?- The bitter sadness of farewell at last, Or all the joy of love's eternity ? Song. Moon in the blue above, Pale is your silver light — Pale as the hope of love Born in my heart to-night ! What do the coming hours Hold in their moments dread ? — Glory of golden now'rs — Rue of the roses dead ? My own, my dear, I'm waiting here — Daring to hope a-new ; Your answer give, and bid me live — Live for the love of you ! The rainbow gay shall span our way- Token that tears are past ; Then come to me my own to be, Mine, my love, at last ! Dawn of the nearing day, Shall we be friends or foes ? Chill of the shadows grey, Blush of the tender rose — Which do you bring for me ? — Scarcely my heart can wait ! Haste with your magic key — Open your mystic gate ! 32 My own, my dear, I'm waiting here — Daring to hope a-new ; Your answer give, and bid me live — Live for the love of you ! The rainbow gay shall span our way — Token that tears are past ; Then come to me my own to be, Mine, my love, at last ! No. 22.— FINALE, .Rudolph. come with me, and our home shall be In gay Bohemi-ah ! Chorus. In gay Bohemi-ah ! Rudolph. And you shall reign as a queen again In gay Bohemi-ah ! Chorus. In gay Bohemi-ah ! Adele. The pomp of rank and pride of birth That sway the seas and rule the earth Are both accounted little worth In gay Bohemi-ah ! Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! For gay Bohemi-ah ! — And make the rafters ring above ! The land of wit and the land of love Is gay Bohemi-ah ! Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! etc. Chorus. Omxes & Chorus. " On y rev tent toujour s ! " We come, with hearts grown fonder, Back to the life that each of us loves best ! For here are home and rest When far a-field we wander ; Sing, comrades all, " On y revient toujour 8." CURTAIN. $. d. 6 3 6 4 4 (3 (fcmaity $irl, iVTETT MUSICAL COMEDY. Words by OWEN HALL. Music by SIDNEY JONES. Lyrics by HARRY GREENBANK. VOCAL SCORE Net. PIANOFORTE SOLO LYRICS DANCE MUSIC. Valse Arranged by Sidney Jones Lancers ... do. do. VOCAL MUSIC. Boys of the Household Brigade 4 Sung by Mr. C. Hayden Coffin. Sunshine Above, in C, D flat and E flat ... 4 Sung by Mr. C. Hayden Coffin. Beneath the Skies 4 Sung by Mr. C. Hayden Coffin. Jimmy on the Chute ... 4 Sung by Mr. Harry Monkhouse. When your Pride has had a tumble ... 4 Sung by Miss Juliette Nesville. I'm a Judge of the Modern Society Sort 4 Sung by Mr. Erie Lewis. The High-class Chaperone 4 Sung by Miss Lottie Venne. Poor Pierrot 4 Sung by Mr. Louis Bradfleld. Private Tommy Atkins, in C and D 4 Sung by Mr. C. Hayden Coffin. PIANOFORTE ARRANGEMENTS. Charles Godfrey's (Junr.) Selection ... 4 Selection for Violin and Piano 5 Arranged by James Weaver. London : H0PW00D & CREW, 42, New Bond Street, W -» LITTLE «► WRITTEN BY GEO. R SIMS and CECIL RALEIGH. COMPOSED BY IVAN CARYLL. VOCAL SCORE Net 8. 6 d. PIANOFORTE SOLO 9> 3 LYRICS ** 6 DANCE MUSIC. Valse ... ... Arranged by C. Coote 4 Lancers ... do. do, 4 VOCAL MUSIC. Plantation Song in E flat and F ... 4 do. do. Arranged for Voice & Banjo 4 Sung by Miss May Yohe. Lazily, Drowsily in B flat and D ... 4 Sung by Miss May Yohe. Land of Love... ... 4 Sung by Miss May Yohe. Rumpty Tumpty ••• 4 Sung by Mr. E. J. Lonnen. We pay no attention to that ••• 4 Sung by Mr. E. J. Lonnen. The India-rubber Shoe ••• 4 Sung by Mr. E. J. Lonnen. Nummy, Num, Num., Duet... ... 4 Sung by Miss May Yohe and Mr. E. J. Lonnen. PIANOFORTE ARRANGEMENTS. Charles Godfrey's (Junr.) Selection ... 4 London: HOPWOOD & CREW. 42. New Bond Street, W. M142242 a*ri THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY