I'll pray for another Sensation Notion.
With deep emotion--that's what I'll do!

(_Gazes mournfully at her unstrung harp, and, smitten by
another reminiscence, sings plaintively_):--

AIR--"_The harp that once through Tara(ra)'s Halls._"

The harp that once through Music Halls
Sheer maddening rapture shed,
Now hangs as mute on willow-walls
As though that Boom were dead.
So dims the pride of former days,
So fame's fine thrill is o'er,
And throngs who once yelled high with praise,
Now find the Boom a bore.

No more to toffs and totties bright
Thy tones, "Ta-ra-ra" swell.
The gloom that hailed my turn to-night
Sad tales of "staleness" tell.
The Chorus now will seldom wake,
The old mad cheers who gives?
And LOTTIE some new ground must break
To prove that still she lives.

_She harketh back to the old strain:--_

What would you do now if distant tidings,
Thy fame's confidings should undermine,--