_) _Solo on the banjo,
"Rest, Traveller, Rest_," by PAREPA ROSA.
* * * * *
ACT II.
_Room in hotel at San Francisco._
GIMFRISKY. Revenge? Aye, 'tis sweet. But see! they come!
LUCY. How now? But yesterday you said--
CLEONI. Hush, dearest, the time will come when--
(_A rumbling noise is heard, and soon the whole building is shaken into
remarkably small ruins._)
[_Half an hour is supposed to elapse, for refreshments, and when the
curtain rises_, GIMFRISKY, _who has emerged through a diminutive hole,
is discovered in the costume of_ AJAX _defying the lightning, or
something of that sort, singing_--
"I dreamt I dwelt in marble, O,"
"From quarries near to Tuckahoe."]
* * * * *
ACT III.
_Steamer on the Sound._
LUCY. How keiyind it was to give us free passes to our cottage by the
sea.
CLEONI. _I_ don't see it in that light.
LUCY. But when once more--
_Enter_ GIMFRISKY, _singing, "Will you come into my parlor, my pretty
little fly?"_
[_Here the stage simultaneously opens, and the noble steamer sinks out
of sight, leaving only the top of one of the smoke-pipes in view, from
which emerges_ BILLY BIRCH, _who sings to slow and solemn music_:
"Down, down, down, Derry down,"
"Tho' lost to sight, to memory dear.
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