(Intended For Recitation At Club Dinners.) To-Night When I Came From The Club At Eleven, Under The Gaslight I Saw A Face - A Woman'S Face! And I Swear To Heaven It Looked Like The Ghastly Ghost Of - Grace! And Grace? Why, Grace Was Fair; And I Tarried, And Loved Her A Season As We Men Do. And Then - But Pshaw! Why, Of Course, She Is Married, Has A Husband, And Doubtless A Babe Or Two. She Was Perfectly Calm On The Day We Parted; She Spared Me A Scene, To My Great Surprise. "She Wasn't The Kind To Be Broken-Hearted," I Remember She Said, With A Spark In Her Eyes. I Was Tempted, I Know, By Her Proud Defiance, To Make Good My Promise There And Then. But The World Would Have Called It A Mesalliance! I Dreaded The Comments And Sneers Of Men. So I Left Her To Grieve For A Faithless Lover, And To Hide Her Heart From The Cold World'S Sight As Women Do Hide Them, The Wide Earth Over; My God! Was It Grace That I Saw To-Night? I Thought Of Her Married, And Often With Pity, A Poor Man'S Wife In Some Dull Place. And Now To Know She Is Here In The City, Under The Gaslight, And With That Face! Yet I Knew It At Once, In Spite Of The Daubing Of Paint And Powder, And She Knew Me; She Drew A Quick Breath That Was Almost Sobbing And Shrank In The Shade So I Should Not See. There Was Hell In Her Eyes! She Was Worn And Jaded Her Soul Is At War With The Life She Has Led. As I Looked On That Face So Strangely Faded I Wonder God Did Not Strike Me Dead. While I Have Been Happy And Gay And Jolly, Received By The Very Best People In Town, That Girl Whom I Led In The Way To Folly, Has Gone On Recklessly Down And Down. * * * * * Two O'Clock, And No Sleep Has Found Me; That Face I Saw In The Street-Lamp'S Light Peers Everywhere Out From The Shadows Around Me - I Know How A Murderer Feels To-Night.