The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1855-01-02
From the Boston Post.
THE STREET OPERA.

From the Boston Post.
THE STREET OPERA.
| The opera mania that SO troubled our friend
| Smith in the old Sontag times, has imDarted IL
self to the souih end people generally since
the exquisite music of the Pynes has been
heard among us. The other day, having oc-
casion to embark in ono of the uptown omni-
buses, We had grand opportunity Of Judging
the extent Of the distemper Tnore seemed
to be a pleasing contagion in the matter. and,
onco commenced, tho whole conversation OF
the company wovo itself into graceful meas
ure-an emphatic sneezc. oven from an old la
dy in tho cornor, Ginning in gracefully in cho-
rus. A literary present has written out the
whole, and sends us tho first part for publica-
ticn. Ho has named it "The Opera of the
Omnibus" embracing two purts-thc first part
taken in all from Dock square to Boylston
market. Tho following is the composition,
and il il meets with favor from the music pub.
lie, tho rest will be forthcoming:-
Act. Scene I. Washington street. A
four-whoeled vehicle in rain storm, with sew
onteen passengers inside.
Fat gentleman on the sidewalk, very wet,
sings
Stay, driver, stay. and hear my woo.
You see I'm wet, completely so,
Ope' your door and let mo in.
Chorus of voices inside
All full inside,
All full inside,
Don't stop. driver let her slide.
Driver through tho ticket holo--
Stop your noise, don't make bother.
There's always room for just one other,
Crowd up-crowd up-I say closer,
There's room enough in there know, sir
Stranger gets in and treads on the toes of the
first man by tho door
Strangcr-Ask your grace. sir,
Suiferer-Mind my tde, sir,
sat5lfPsa4scGfE-1fosos st5lfPasG-1fsosSSsa %ssh9a 9SfsS1r 9as sr. sir
See where drip yonr garments rocking
Ger my lap passage seeking,
And my pants which spick span new arc,
Soon will be as wet as you are.
Woman's voice in the corner
Please don't crowd mo to u jolly
Take away your umbrelly.
Response
I'm no, crowdng-'tis my neighbor-
For my very breath labor;
Let mo take you on my lap
Woman's voice
No, you can't como that, old chap;
He that takes that task TO do
Must be some like'ier ono than you.
Enter fare tskcr-
Take your pay, sir.
Stranger
What do you suy. sir?
Pay for this hadn't ought TO,
Because, instead of land, we 60 by wa-a-a-
tthreo shakcs) ter.
Chorus of Voices
Joking,
Provoking.
See-how--wo,ro-soak
Soaking, soaking.
Stranger
Well, here's your pay
But why thus starel
Faro iakcr-
Three cent piece, sir,
Hardly fare
Three cents moro, sir.
accompanies himself on tho leather strap
Or thero's the door. sir,
You may get wet sir,
But out yol get, sir.
Chorus of voices
Oh, tho cursed row that stops Us
Oh. the weight of wet that sops usl
Stay no more. my jolly driver,
IIo has paid it, every silver.
Sound ofthc whip on the outsidc--drivcr sings
Oh, I'm jolly driver bold,
And sets up on my throne,
My subject is my horses,
And rules 'em all slone.
smokes and sings when I chooses,
And happy dog an,
A fare never refuses,
But all inside cram.
Room for ono more's my motto,
In this ere omnibus,
Though takes six moron ought 10,
don't care a
Wish to rido sr?-plenty of room inside, sir
Chorus of voices inside
lIo cannot ride,
He cannct ride,
All full inside,
All full inside.
Tcsty passenger
I'll get out and stand tho weather,
Rather than thus jam together.
Another tcsty gentleman
SO will I,though it rain pitch forks,
must say, ne'cr saw sich folks.
Grave man in tho corner
Friend after fricnd departs,
But let's bc rcconcilod,
The water that upon EN- darts
Isn't biled-Isn't bilcd.
Tho curtain drops on a view of Boylston
Market, with two lobster merchants under um-
brcllas, in front. and two wet individuals very
dry going into Holton's]