(_Enter_ COURT PHYSICIAN.)

COURT PHYSICIAN. "Your Grace is mistaken. True, your son lay dead for a
month or two, but by a judicious application of four dozen bottles of my
"Universal Hair Restorer and Consumption Cure," he has recovered. Here
he comes."

DUCHESS. "'Tis he! 'Tis my son, though rather thin about the legs. RENE,
I forgive you. Marry the gyurrll if you wish. Bless you, my children."
_Curtain_.

FIRST USHER. "Go round, somebody, and wake the people up. If you don't,
they'll sit here and snore all night"

SECOND USHER. "No they won't. They'll wake up, now the play is over."

And the event proves that he is right. Slowly and gapingly the audience
arises, strolls sleepily out of the door, and entering wrong stages, is
carried to all manner of wrong destinations. So strong is the soporific
influence of the Phillipic drama, that not until hours after the play is
over, does the average spectator become sufficiently wakeful to express
an intelligible regret that Mr. WALLER and Mrs. MOLLENHAUER should not
have made their reappearance on the stage in some drama in which they
could have had an opportunity to act, and in which the public could have
taken some little interest.

MATADOR.

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