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UNRAVELLERS OF THE PLOT.
MADAM PIPER, a widow to three husbands, to wit: Jack Sprat, Simon Simple and Peter Piper. In search of a fourth- a woman not the same yesterday, to-day, and for ever, but blessed with a large family. Miss Elma Delaro.
MARY PIPER, one of them; in love with Eugene, and the heroine of "Mary, Mary, why sổ contrary," Miss Theresa Vaughn. GILLIAN PIPER, another of them, who together with Jack, “climbed that memorable hill " Miss Adelaide Praeger.
DORA PIPER, still another of them,
CORA PIPER, still more of them,
Sweet P's every one of them, with assorted eyes and complexions. KING COLE. A Monarch with a mystery, convivial, but every inch a Mr. John Howson.
king, also a jolly old soul,
B. SPRAT. Brother-in-law to Madam Piper. clination, and a victim of circumstances,
Nellie De Vere.
Daisy Wood. Ada Clinton.
A batchelor by inMr. W. A. Meslayer.
A student who does'nt burn, but pores over the midnight Mr. Harry Rattenberry. 'Hoyle," fond of Jill,
EUGENE. Another student, fond of his books and Mary,
SHANKS. A lottery agent,
CAPTAIN QUICK, Commandant of King Cole's fort cut to the quick Mr. A. D. Barker.
by the students,
CORPORAL SLOW, slow to take offence at the students,
Fiddler No. 1
Mr. Will S. Rising.
Men of Letters.
Mary's lamb, by an original,
Shank's donkey, by an imitation,
Four and twenty blackbirds, by imitations,
Mr. Charles Sturgiss.
Fond of Lamb (Charles) and sweet P's.
Jolly King Cole's Fiddlers.
Courtiers, Soldiers, Students, Peasants, Pages, Convicts, Fantastics,
and many other characters too numerous to mention,
WASHING and ironing,
We don't like it at all. No, No!
Sprinkling and starching,
We don't like it at all, heigho!
All the day, drying and sighing and crying,
Backs they are breaking,
We don't like it at all. No, No! etc.
We don't like it at all.
Oh, if some rich lord would only marry me,
Oh! if some rich lord, etc.
How very ridiculous for a poor girl,
Its very plain you envious are,
Ha ha ha! ha! ha! ha! She's longing to tear our hair,
You have no sympathy for my woes,
Confound you all! and the deuce take the clothes!
§ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! What a sad mad cap girl, Mad girl, sad girl, mad girl!
I aint! I aint! I aint!
How very preposterous for a poor girl,
To ape the airs of a queen;
By the flash of her eye and her nose's curl,
If a millionaire lover she happened to get,
Alas! your natures sadly unsympathetic,
The daily record of unnumbered woes.
Long before the break of day;
Up, I say!
In the dark I rise and stumble,