Liberty advocate. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1835-1866, 1838-11-15

ipsertion, or on demand
The annexed beautiful address, by EPEs San
orny ESQ, the accomplished editor of the Ne
S Wort Mirror, was delivered at the Park Theatr
New York, by Miss ELLEN TREE, on the occ'
non of the recent complimentary benefit to tn
manager Mr.. Simpson, and should have beenpu
Nshed by us before five had been able to atfor
room conveniently. The house was Brilliant
filled, and the address was received as such
poem spoken by such woman ought TO hay
been.-Picauune.
Thanks there is no illusion here
Wit, wisdom, beauty-all appear,
And grace our house tonight;
Oh, rich reward for labors done;
This tribute to the Dramas SON
This fair, inspiring sight
All as in boxes and in pit,
Agoodly company ye sit,
Are there no treasured shapes that fit
Your Fancy's gaze before2
Shapes, which this stored dome recalls,
Which start from these unconscious walls,
Past pleasures to restore ?
A mingled band, l see them rise
The brave, the beautiful, the wise,
The guilty and the good
The dramas race they join with you
This night, in rendering honor due
TO him who gave them to your view,
In worthless state endued.
CANCELS and ministers OF grace
Defend us ~ is il Hamlet's face
Hamlet the Dane, see
He bends his melancholy eyes
On vacancy, and bark ! he signs;
"To be or not to be-"
Indignant hotspur rushes by,
And "Mortimer !" is still his cry
Nought can his rage restrain
Shylock grasps forth-"s. that the law ?"
Old Lear puts on his crown of straw
Richards himself again J"
All. Romeo Romeo is it thou?
Fair Juliet hears thy honeyed vow
And yields to Loves young dream"
And 10 Macbeth with blood-stained hands,
And see where black Othello stands,
"Perplexed in the extreme"
Run, run, Orlando Rosalind
Thy tributary verse shall find
"The inexpensive she
Fear not to tell her of thy flame;
And, if thou wilt go carve her name
Upon the nearest Tree.
Lo Brutus, with fierce appeal,
Der lost Lucretia lifts the steel,
And shouts no more be slaves"
And stern Virginius, pale and wild,
Folds to his breast his darling child,
Then thuS?-her honor saves.
Ion seek not thy parents life,
He grasps the sacrificial knife,
And seems transixed with wonder:
And, as the Fates of Argos roll
Their lurid terrors DER his soul,
He asks, "was not that thunder 2"
But who is this that laughs and sings
IT'S he, whose presence ever brings
To heavy hearts healer:
The flower of Irish song and story,
Unmatched in comic POwer and glory,
The laughing, loving, fighting Rory,
Armed with his stout shelclagh
And see (where shall we find their like y
rrLo.a,. ss...u,lo oxd ttthoroSs Pate. Gnux
Who will not bid them hail
And bark what music fills our cars
Amina sings be mute ye spheres!
And turn with envy pale!
What an astounded group is seen
Where falls my Lady Teazles SCREEN
To none but Charles a joke.
There's Julia mourns her rash, rash choice
But list that voice ''Tis Clitfords voice,
If ever Clifford spoke"
All, look the charming Beyadcrc
Comes floating like thing Of air
Into the magic lists
A vision bright, a rainbow sprite
very PHANTOM OF uellgnL'
What heart her sway resists
And now the visionary throng
Hurry in brilliant trains along,
And eDeunt, las in fear.'
1t is the prompter's call they dread
For, lever at that sound, tits said"
They vanish or appear
take tho warning, but before '
vanish too--a few words more
They cannot fail to please;
Till all his shining Stars grow dark,
Honor to Simpson and tho Park
From hands and hearts like these