Prologue.[Recited by a young lady at the first performance of the Vassall House Dramatic Club, Cambridge, Mass., Dec. 8, 1882.] Beneath this roof the stately Vassall race
Once swept these halls in velvet and point-lace,
Sedately welcomed many an English lord,
And met him with the snuff-box, not the sword.
A hundred years are passed. We fill the scene
With humbler graces, less chivalric mien.
Yet you may see upon our mimic stage
The show and semblance of that earlier age;
The old brocades may veil some modern form
Of living beauty and of heart still warm;
And we, the youths and maidens of to-day,
Will be your vassals if you'll like our play.