The scenic show, much yellow, black and white

By taper-shine, the nuns—portentous pair,

And, more than all, the priest's admonishment—

"No flattery of self! You murdered her!

The gray lips, silent now, reprove by mine.

You wasted all your living, rioted

In harlotry—she warned and I repeat!

No warning had she, for she needed none:

If this should be the last yourself receive?"

Done for the best, no doubt, though clumsily,—