Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1855-08-15
shakespeare Run xed-Improvemeuts on the
immortal Bard-coilier bshind the Are.
From the New York Tribunal


Peter knight was found wandering IN the
Fourteenth Ward. The officer could not de-
termine whether be was intoxicated or crsxy-
oLs. as he said he had no home, he was Ia Ken
Ia charge rs svagrant he had been trayers-
ing the streets with folded arms. talking ,o
himself in odd bits Of plays and poems Te
possessed q facility Of quotation equal 20 Rich
ard Swiveller, Esq, but he was as reckless
about the exactitude Of has extracts, and jun
ped up his authorities with as much confusion
as Captain Cutie himself. He seldom gave !,
quotation right, but would break off In the
middle and substitute some words of his own
or dovetaii In an ir-elevent piece from some
strange author, or mix up half-a-doren an
thors with interpretations of his own. IN an in
extricable verbal tumble.
Cierk-Whst's your name,
Prisoner-Peter knight; and a native 4,
the marrow bone-that's Shakespeare.
Oierk-Was you intoxicated yesterdaye
Pusoner-'Tis true, Z pity; pitv 'tis' the,.
ism { the devil doubt of it-that's scott
Clerk-Where did you get your LIQUOR,
Prisoner-Where the bee sucks. ther
Peter knight all day. Thou base ;orIa':
slave, thinkst thou In reveal tb ngIor,ous
who gave me wine' No sir-sn RohW.h.1a LIN
Beaumont and Fletcher 'N@'
ofheer in whisper7if You don't tell you,u
I remember an apOthecary and
ora. s%OouS -; .u ne dwells-no he don't, he lives
oa1sIu ~ sue bowery-but in his needy shop a
codusa hangs, and on his shelves a becrarlv
account of empty bottles; noting this nennry
70 myself said, if any man did need a BRAN
Gy punch, whose sale is fifty dollars fine in
Uotnah, here lives a caitif wretch who has
RroOably got plenty of it under the counter
why should here conseal my faultl Wine
no cried The call was answered. have
no WINE said he, but plenty of whis-. ST.
renee thou pernIcieus caitif, quOth (, thou
nsisioie oi vine, since we can get thee by No
other name, why let Us call thee gin and su-
gar. He brought the juice of cursed iur iper
In a Phiai, and in the pory hes of my throat did
pour Odolpho W olfe disullnent Thus Va.
L by Dutchman's hand at once dispatched-
not drunk nor sober, sent into this dirty 81
Aon'house three-quarters tight, with n,l mr
,npertectlons on my head. The fellow namey
NY very soul rebels But whether Is il Dobler
ln the mind TO suffer the cuffs ana hrpisaS
this bloody Dutchman OF to take arms ss-o;nO,
has red haired highness, and by iDform;1g "a
HIN! go and 1t is done. Villain her, .,
my heart! hls name, your honor, is Bodies
mixed.
Glerk-Hsve you got home?
81 IssHnsiIIMy home is on the deep, deen
Plutarchs Lives. ueeP
hON no You get your llVfny1
Pusoner- Doubt thou the ,tsr. ,-a g..
doubt that the sun doth move, ,;onh, ,'.L'
be liar, but never doGbt Dat I;u o., III liz ~
inS WhIe the oyster sloops don't havs hnt an.
Watchna n--iAat's Billy :. again.
SIefA-Do you Pay fDr your oysters7
Is the slave that pays: the
J IGeed RS 0f thought is in my IimbsEthst's
Clerk-rr,o No, s.s.I A.
away ~ anu 'ueR run
PrisJner-I've told thee all, I'd tell nm
Z more though short the story be; let me 90
back where L was before ana I'iI get ny Iiy~
Ing without troubling the CGrporation-thatis
Tom Moore. altered TO suit circum stances.
Justlce (eVideHty at a loss, In a yhisper Il
my stlhed clerk)-I think he's crazy; what do
ycI think it's best TO do with him !
fnSoner (overhearingl-0f with his heal.
60 muen-that's Shakespeare curtaiIed.
Justce-Will you promise 10 dispense with
'he brandy and gan If you are discharged
Pnsoner-O, could be happy with eitbor
We're tother dear charmer bottled up and tbs
cork put in--that's Dibdin, with a ven
seauce.
Judse-What you suppose will become of
you II you 90 On in this way, living as yon
ffisoner-Alas, poor Yoriek Peter. I
mean Who knows where he will Law his
'ones' Few and short will the PRAYERS be
5lid' and nobody I'll feel any sorrow; but they
III cram him into bis clay cold bed, aud
Jury somebody else on top Of him Tomorrow;
ne minister viii come, put on his robe. and
saa the service; the chOir'n sing a LSnp-
arth to earth and dust 10 gravel, and t6atIi
'e the last of Peter knight.
en- days. 'oe Up lux
frsoner-Fare thee we'll, and If forever,
20 oe''eI-thats Byron. revised and cor