master hewlett and master nightingale.

(rather a cold winter night.)

hewlett (flinging a shoe at master nightingale's bed, with which he hits that young gentleman.) hullo! you! get up and bring me that shoe.

nightingale. yes, hewlett. (he gets up.)

hewlett. don't drop it, and be very careful of it, sir.

nightingale. yes, hewlett.

hewlett. silence in the dormitory! any boy who opens his mouth i'll murder him. now, sir, are not you the boy what can sing?

nightingale. yes, hewlett.

hewlett. chaunt then till i go to sleep, and if i wake when you stop, you 'll have this at your head.

[master hewlett lays his bluchers on the bed, ready to shy at master nightingale's head in the case contemplated.

nightingale (timidly.) please, hewlett?

hewlett. well, sir.

nightingale. may i put on my trowsers, please? hewlett. no, sir. go on, or i '11—

nightingale,

"through pleasures and palaces

though we may roam,

be it ever so humble,

there's no place like home.

"home, home! sweet, sweet home!

there's no place like ho-ome!

there's no place like home!"

(da capo.)