THE LAST SONG.
[Mr. SIMS REEVES was announced to sing "Total Eclipse" at his Farewell Concert on Monday.]
Farewell! A most unwelcome word to all
Whom fifty years of charm have held in thrall:
Total eclipse—of pleasure on their part
Who love pure melody and polished Art.
Memory will echo long the silvery chime
Of such a voice as even ruthless Time
Might stay his stride to listen to, and spare
From the corroding touch. Some scarce will care
To hear "Tom Bowling" sung by other lips,
And when in tenor strains "Total Eclipse"
Sounds next upon our ears, SIMS REEVES will seem
To sing again to us as in a pleasant dream.