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AT A PANTOMIME.

BY A BILIOUS ONE.

N Actor sits in doubtful gloom, His stock-in-trade unfurled, In a damp funereal dressing-room
 * In the Theatre Royal, World.

He comes to town at Christmas time,
 * And braves its icy breath,

To play in that favourite pantomime,
 * Harlequin Life and Death.