Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1860-11-10
BURTON AND HIS "CUTTLE."

An appreciative critic in the New
\ o k Home journal, gives the following
VIVID em,ascence Of The Ia:e accom- pIsh-
Ell comedian, Villain E. Barton. The
reco.lec.ious Of the salient points in bis
pet>onation Of Ctp oi0 cute, are re-
ma kaDIy accurate and well defined
Least Of al, in recalling Mr Burton's
ca eer, are We in danger Of ignoring the
request made in tle last words OF Dom
bey and Son.'
Don't forget old Captain Cutie
Forget aim, Never. we stand by
oucv moe, to see 'biwald Cutie, mari
ner of England, roll in upon the deck
OF bis theatre; We witness Tue flst pro-
duclion of that SiyeJ-ware in his friend
eme' gency and 10 his friend behalf !:
and lis angry as. onis hment al The 81 .ht
6 imat;on 10 which they ere held: !:
No use the money, them spoons and
that watcu no use:
Aud his enumeration OF the 'wa|eabIes'
to the pujse-ptoud Donoey 80 wit aud
wide hcet, Que sugar tongs. a hall d do
zen spoous, and a watch as is a watch,
and am / ashamed to show hi, lace
Aud hi, snapplsb assumptions OF the
articles, On being requested 10 Have the
goodness 10 take hese things away, sir
We'll, II NAT an't a walking iceberg,
Nea Cut.ies a .ls,mpus.
AnG the fiuai disposition Of the little
bit oI propel ' as De makes it over jint]y
to Wa'I and tue lady lass.
We see him agin ge,tu very aggra-
waited, werlv much aggravated. and
biting Of bis inger mails, TO wit the
iron hook winch te' inmates one arm.
We bear BIS obiutgatiou Of rob The
grinder. on The delivery Of the last will
and testament Of Sol. Giiis: don't
see the testament-what have you done
with The les ament = ): :: What
have YOU done With my friend old Sol
>; >; :: :; l say, what sort of navigation
is this
Eecollections crowd upon US: of that
simpe-m and bundle admiration
of his ttiends; of that whole hearted
gsnerosij Y which gives away its all, with;
out thouget, to serve whom be loves
Of bis combined sorrow and wrath at
the disappearance of the ungratefuI bless
ed Old scount!re', Sol Gills; Of the ten
derness aud delicaey with which he pi>
lots Florence ito a bedroom when she
takes refuge with him.
Again. OF his enormous reverence for
the insc' utabIe Bunsby; the Confidential
awe with which on that amphibious
personage's announcing himself My |
name is Jack Bunsoy--he explains to
anxious women. He was crlstened john;
the emergency Of faith with which be
hangs upon his lips for the expression
Of an opinion as is an opinion; and the
mystiied satisfaction with which be re-
ceives that oroca(or dicjam: Either she
is gone down, mind you, or she is not,
dve see; now if so be she is, why so
an ard if 50 be she is 5t, why 50 also.
That is my opinion, AID l do not care
who knows.
Mr.. Burton, as gInera' thing, had
little power in touching the deeper emo
tions; thongh, if we may Judge from
what he occasionally attempted, he sup
posed that he had. Bnt in the character
of Captain Cutie, and especially IN that
worthy relations with Walter Cav he
opened the true spring Of the pathetic.
Nothing could be more simple, natur-
al and touching than the expression of
his grief on the reception from the un-
lucky 7'oo,s Of the news of the ship |
wreck:
WaIr, my dear boy, is lost to me for
ever. Don't mind me, my lad. You
do not know how loved that lad; no.
body knoHd it. I did not know it my
self until uow--un,il now. Taint one
lost-it is round dozen. Where's the
darling little child with bis curly hair
and rosy cheeks Gone down with Walr!
Where's the lad, the bright ard shining
lad, that nothing could tire or put out ?
Gone down with Walr! Where's the
6ne, noble hearted young man chat cared
nothing for himself, but loved the bless
ed world and all that was in it? Gone!
All gone down with Walr.