The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1849-03-20

For the Crescent.
ODE:
FROM A VERY POOR ACTOR TO A VERY RICH ONK.
Mr.. Macreadyl
Is it poetic justice that ths base word Greedy"
Ales, alone,
Should be the one
To rhyme with the bIest name
Which cen to bursting. swells the cheeks Of fame
Oh. why. regardless of the art that made
A gentleman of thee, make that trade
An auction yea, the servile means
OF piling up the dross, which solely seems
Thy lifes great end ?-regardless shoulds thou ruin
Hundreds, if thou but thrive on their undoing
Art thou not satisfied to crush, and b'ast
Thy fellow artists, who may curse the cast -
Which every free will attribute dfgraces-
And turns that :" index of the mind" their faces,
Into blank? Why, HAMLET is alone
As much fabric as single stone
Why fntter down great Shakspeare's mighty power.
And make Myseif sole sOucreign of the bower?
Why single mouth piece of his glorious mind
Think every excellence in thee combined
Why should the King in Hamlet bend before
The medtative Prince he triumphs DER!
Think you that she who gazed upon the dead
Unmoved by any pang of human dread:
That shs who swore ere craven she had proved"
She d dash the brains from out the babe she loved
Would, like a puppet, bend before the thing
She made murderer to make King?
IT'S fit ask. most mighty when you play
kGO, that OTHKLLO must give way
TO all thy whimsiss, and when hou'st OrHELLo!
IAGo be the mean and AFFECT fellow
He must become. such is his piteous case
That, the glad public may behold TIM face
There is a fable woud t were writ in gold
For all the vain young, middle-ased, or old
IT'S OF Narcissus, if do not dream,
Who. gazing on his sweet looks in the stream
Grew so enamofed Of himself. his heart
Broke for himself Why be the counterpart
Of such egotist1 why think each grace
OF mind and feature solely in thy facet
I" The world.' is a vague phrase, we daily see
The words combned-that everued by thee
As better rooms Are scowsd on by an attic
In common prrance. is the world dramatic.
How dare st thou make thy fellow actor slave
For thy slim fanciss Think st thou HE who gave
Thy share, and that Alone Of brains TO thee.
Deoreed no other mortal mind should see
The beauties of ths bard. and dare in speech
T. embody thoughts bright thoughts beyond the rescf
OF all that maudin humbug can create.
Or growls monopolizsl Can one alone be great
In that magnificent and glorious art
Which owns no master but the brain and heart J.?
Thou wear'st the tragic garland on thy brow;
So far 80 good but let me ask thee how
Thou hast achieved it, Where thy blush. oh shame
By crushing others. thou hast made thy fame.
Hast thou not stored enough of the base dross ~
Thy gain. Macready the Manager dread loss)-
But must you stay. and with the leech's tune
OF More! more!' extract each picayune?
A travelling pedlar of great Shakspeares lore,
And lecture, lecture crying - More. more more!"
You we taken all the Theatre could giveI
For Gods sake let your poorer brethren live
And when. like Justice Greedy. you give praise
For the good dinner, when with grsenest baiLe
Thou wilt be drowned. oh let your first toast be
GENIUS UHFETTgRRp! GLORIOUS TALENT FREE