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Well, then, good-night.

[To the others.

Now friends, what would you say To drinking tea?

[To                    Pray, madam, lead the way. [, his wife and children, with, and go into the house.

[taking arm]. Now let's be tender! Look how softly floats Queen Luna on her throne o'er lawn and lea!— Well, but you are not looking! [crossly]. Yes, I see; I'm thinking of the promissory notes. [They go out to the left., who has been continuously watching ''and his wife, remains behind alone in the garden. It is now dark; the house is lighted up.''

All is as if burnt out;—all desolate, dead—! So thro' the world they wander, two and two; Charred wreckage, like the blackened stems that strew The forest when the withering fire is fled.