Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-05-09

vances TO the center of the room.
Mrs. Tyler-I think l smell smoke.
Mr. Tyler-She thinks she smells smoke.
Mrs. Tyler think smell smoke.
Mr. Tyler-Ah, what is this She says she
thinks she smells smoke.
What does it means
That well be burned; Oh, awful fate!
That Well be burned.
Oh h-h-h-h, awful fate.
Behold the smell grows stronger yet.
The house is burning. I'd regret
To perish in the curling flames.
Mr. and Mrs. Tyler ,duet-
Oh, sad is lot, sad is lot
Sad is lot. sad is lot,
To perish in the flames so hot.
To curl and writhe and fry and sizz.
Oh, what dreadful thing it is
To think of such a thing,
MIS-. Tyler-We must escape!
Ms. Tyler-We have no time 10 lose.
Mr. Ter-A W. R Rdt truth +, Az bitter truth
Mr. and Mrs. Tyler duet
Oh, sad is our lot sad is cur lot,
Sad is our lot, sad is out lot!
4" perish in the flames SO hot;
Mrs. Tyler-IIark, bark, What is that?
Mr.. Tyler-It is the alarm OF fire.
Mrs. Tyler-Ah, yes; ah, yes; IL is the dread
Mr.. Tyler-The dread alarm
And chills me with
An awful fear.
The house will burn;
Oh can IL he
That must die
That must die
In misery
That must die
Ths house viii burn,
That must die
In misery:
Mrs. Tyler-Come let us fly.
Mr.. Tyler-'11s well. it's well; We'll fly AZ once.
ENTER all the other residents of the fifth
floor of the apartment building. They
range themselves in a semi-circle behind
Mr.. and Mrs. Tyler.)
Mr.. Tyler
This house is burning. II is well
That should haste ourselves away,
And save lives without delay.
Oh. let us not remain too long,
Remain too long, too long. too long,
Oh, let us not remain too long.
Women of the chorus
What is this he tells us,
The building is fire
And we must go.
What is this he tells us,
1t must be SO,
The building is on fire
And we must go.
Grand chorus
oh, hasten, Oh hasten, OH hasten away,
Our terror We would not conce:l,
And language fails to express the alarm
That in our hearts We feel.
Mr.. and Mrs. Tyler
Ah-h-h language caLnot express the fear
That in their hearts they feel.
Enter the janitor.)
Janitor-llold, am herei
Mr.. Tyler-Ah it is the jantor.
Mrs. Tyler-Can believe my serses,
1t is the janitcro
Janitor-Such news / have 10 tell.
Mr.. Tyler-Ah. might have known.
lie has such Eews to tell.
Mrs. Tyler-Spcak, and break the awful suspense
Mr.. Tyler-ies, speak.
Janitor-
1 come to inform you
fly.
The fearful blaze is SPREADING;
To tarry is to die.
The floors underneath you
Are completely burned away;
They cannot the building
So now escape, pray.
The flames are roaring loudly
oh, what fearful sound!
You can an hear the people shrieking
oh, horror overtakes ME,
And | merely pause TO say
That the buildings doomed for CERTAIN
So haste oh. haste away.
Mrs. Tyler-Oh, awful message.
low it chills my heart;
Yet we will sing
A few more arias
Before we start.
MIR. Tyler-fes, yes! few more srias,
And then away.
Oh, hasten, oh, hasten, oh, hasten away,
Our terror We cannot conceal,
Aud language fails to express the alarm
That In our hearts We feel.
Now. ere 1 retreat
Lest death overtakes
II speak of the fear
Which convulses and shakes me-
1 sic ken TO think what may befall.
Oh, horror, horror horror
Mr.. Tyler
The speaks the truth,
And there can be doubt
That will perish
Unless all clear out.
Grand chorus
Oh hasten, oh, hasten, oh, hasten nwayl
Our terror cannot conceal
And language fails. to express the alarm
That in our hearts feel.
This was as far as Mr.. Tyler could go.
He didn't want to make his principals ac-
tually hasten away" as that would have
been violation of opera tradition.
His theory is that they remained and
were burned.