Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-06-26


Mr.. and Mrs. Tyler (duet)-
Oh, sad is our lot. sad is our lot,
Sad is our lot, sad is our lott
To perish in the flames so hot
Sad is our lott
Mr.. Tyler-Hark! What is that?
Mrs. Tyler-Hark, harkl What is thatp
Mr.. Tyler-It is the alarm Of firel
Mrs. Tyler-Ah, yesl All, yesl 1t is the
dread alarm
Mr.. Tyler
The dread alarm strikes on the ear
And chills me with an awful fear.
The house will burn. Oh, can it be
That must die in misery?
That must die in misery?
That must die in msery2
The house will burn. Oh, can it be
That must die in misery9
Mrs. Tyler-Come, let us fly!
Mr.. Tyler-'Tis well! IT'S well! Well fly
at once.
ENTER all the other residents of the fiftl,
floor Of the apartment building. They range
themselves in semicircle behind Mr.. and
Mrs. Tyler.
Mr.. Tyler
Kind friends. have some news to tell
This house is burning. 1t is well
That we should haste ourselves away
And save our lives without delay.
Oh, let us not remain too long,
Remain too long, too long, too longl
Oh let us not remain too longl
Women of the chorus
What is this he tells us9
1t must be so.
The building is on fire,
And we must 60.
Men Of the chorus
What is this he tells usp
1t must be SO.
The building is on fire,
And we must go.
Grand chorus
Oh, hasten! Oh, hastenl Oh, hasten awayi
Our terror we would not conceal,
And language fails to express the alarm
That In our hearts we feel
Mr.. and Mrs. Tyler
Ah-h-h, language cannot express the fear
That in their hearts they feel!
Enter the janitor.
Janitor-Hold, am herel
Mr.. Tyler-Ah, it is the janitor!
Mrs. Tyler-Can believe my senses,
Or am going mad9
1t is the janitoro,
1t Is, indeed, the janitorol
Janitor-Such news have to tell.
Mr.. Tyler-Ah, might have knownl
He has such news to tell.
Mrs. Tyler-Speak and break the awful sus.
MT. Iyler-IeS; speak!
Janitor-
come to inform you
That you must quickly fly;
The fearful blaze is spreading;
To tarry Is to die.
The floors underneath you
Are completely burned away.
They cannot save the building,
30 now escape, prayl
The flames are roaring loudly.
Oh what fearful sound!
You can hear the people shrieking
AS they leap and strike the ground.
Oh, horror overtakes me,
And merely pause to say
That the buildings doomed for certain,
So haste, oh, haste awayi
Mrs. Tyler--Oh, awful messagei
How it chills my hearti
Yet we will sing
A few more arias
Before we start.
Mr.. Tyler-Yes, yer! A few more arias,
And then away.
Grand chorus
Oh, hasten! Oh, hastenl Oh. hasten awayl
Our terror We cannot conceal,
And language fails to express the alarm
That In our hearts we feel.
Mrs. Tyler
Now. ere retreat,
Lest death overtales me,
I'll speak Of the fear
Which convulses and shakes me,
! sicken to think what may befall-
Oh, horror, horror, horror
Mr.. Tyler
The woman speaks the truth,
And there can be no doubt
That we will perish soon
Unless we all clear out
Grand chorus
Oh, hasten Oh, hasteni Oh, hasten awayl
Our terror we cannot conceal,
And language fails to express the alarm
That in our hearts we feel.
This was as far as Mr.. Tyler could 10.
He didn't want to make his principals
actually hasten away" as that would
have been violation Of opera tradition.
His theory Is that they remained and
were burned. Chicago Record.