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90 The night's performance was 'King John:' "It 's dull," she wept, "and so-so!" Awhile I let her tears flow on, She said "they soothed her woe so!" At length the curtain rose upon 'Bombastes Furioso.'

In vain I roared; in vain I tried To rouse her into laughter: Her pensive glances wandered wide From orchestra to rafter— "Tier upon tier!" she said, and sighed; And silence followed after.