’Tis night, and still yon star doth run; But all in vain for treasurer Dunn, And Mr. Hughes, and Poet Bunn, And quadrupeds, and company. For Sweden’s Nightingale, so sweet, Their fellowship had been unmeet, The sawdust underneath whose feet Hath been the Drama’s sepulchre. _Punch_, May 15, 1847. Mr. Alfred Bunn, then lessee and manager of Drury Lane Theatre, had endeavoured to secure the services of Miss Jenny Lind, but she accepted an engagement under Mr. Lumley, and made her first appearance at Her Majesty’s Theatre, Haymarket, on May 4, 1847. Her _début_ was a brilliant triumph, and for the short time she remained on the lyric stage she was extremely popular. But in 1851 she married M. Otto Goldschmidt, and retired from the stage, although she has occasionally performed since, principally for the benefit of public charities, or other philanthropic objects. ―――― THE BAL MASQUÉ AT CROCKFORD’S. On Thursday, ere the time was come For supper’s joys――the guests were glum, And deep as thunder was the hum Of thousands polking sullenly. But Crockford’s saw another sight, When rang the bell at dead of night, Commanding streams of gas to light Her supper-room’s gay scenery. In Hart’s and Nathan’s costumes lent, Each polkeuse chose some visor’d Gent, And eagerly the cash was spent, To join the coming revelry. Then rushed the crowds, by hunger driven, Then rang the room, with laughter riven, And loudly were the orders given For Champagne popping merrily. But louder yet the noise shall grow, Ere Crockford’s masquers thence shall go, And faster yet the wine shall flow, From bottles emptied rapidly. ’Tis day, and scarce the exhausted band Can sleep’s o’er-powering charms withstand, While Jullien waves his wearied hand, And leads the final galopade. The pace now quickens. On, ye slow! Or crushed by numbers, down you’ll go. Blow, Kœnig! loud thy posthorn, blow, And make the walls re-echo thee! Few, few, remain that sound to greet, The dancers rest their burning feet; And each cab in St. James’s-street Bears home some worn-out reveller. _The Man in the Moon_, Vol. 1. ―――― ROW-IN-LONDON. _Caused by the Invasion of the French National Guards, in_ 1848. In London, when the funds were low, And business was uncommon slow, The Quadrant only on the go, And that kept moving sluggishly. But London saw another sight When National Guards arrived at night, And Lumber troopers took to flight, Across the pavement slippery.