I went to see thee at the Globe, _Oriana!_ I tried thy mystery to probe, _Oriana!_ But Oh! long talk, bare limbs, rich robe, Gems decking hand or pendant lobe, _Oriana!_ Would tire the patience out of Job, _Oriana!_ I saw the lime-light shadows flinging, _Oriana!_ I saw black boys, a mattress bringing, _Oriana!_ I saw thee to forlorn hope clinging, I heard the bells of faërie ringing, _Oriana;_ And (out of tune) a chorus singing, _Oriana!_ I saw a high-priest sage and hoary, _Oriana;_ "Friend WAGGLES" struggling with a story, _Oriana_. A youth, in managerial glory, Striving in vain, tho' _con amore_, _Oriana_, As (save the mark!) _primo tenore_, _Oriana_, I came! I saw! I mark'd each word, _Oriana!_ Ah, had my visit been deferr'd, _Oriana_, Some better things I might have heard; But judging from what then occurr'd, _Oriana_, You seem'd a trifle too absurd, _Oriana_. From _Fun_, February 26th, 1873. "Oriana," a romantic legend in three acts, by James Albery, music by F. Clay, was first performed at the Globe Theatre, on Saturday, February 15th, 1873. The lessee and manager, Mr. H. J. Montague, performed the part of King Raymond, that of Oriana being represented by Miss Rose Massey. The plot was founded on a fairy tale, slightly resembling Mr. Gilbert's "Palace of Truth," but, beyond the name, the play had nothing in common with Tennyson's poem of "Oriana." * * * * * MARIANA. (_At the Railway Station._) Her parcels, tied with many a knot, Were thickly labelled, one and all; And sitting down beside the lot, She waited for the train to call. The waiting-room looked sad and strange-- Closed was the booking-office latch! She watched the sleepy porter scratch His head, or whistle as a change; She only said, "The night is dreary-- It cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary-- I would I were in bed."