_Mrs. H._
My dear, we shall of course keep this beautiful barometer in the
parlor.
_Fair._
_Dr. H._
Why, no, my clear; the study is the place.
_Dry._
_Mrs. H._
I'm sure it ought to go in the parlor. It's too handsome for your old
den.
_Change._
_Dr. H._
I shall keep it in the study.
_Very dry._
_Mrs. H._
I don't think that's fair.
_Rain._
_Dr. H._
I'm sorry. Can't help it.
_Very dry._
_Mrs. H._
It's--too--too--ba-a-ad.
_Much rain._
_Dr. H._
(Music omitted.) 'Mid pleas-ures and paaal-a-a-c-es.
_Set Fair._
_Mrs. H._
I _will_ have it! You horrid--
_Stormy._
You see what a wonderful instrument this is that you have given me.
But, my dear Mr. Fields, while I watch its changes it will be a
constant memorial of unchanging friendship; and while the dark hand of
fate is traversing the whole range of mortal vicissitudes, the golden
index of the kind affections shall stand always at SET FAIR. Yours
ever,