[_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."]