Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1865-01-25
! The Gsea, Ac,ses. In Dublin.
AN IRISH CRITIQUE.

The following whimsical account OF
Mrs. Siddon's first appearance in Dublin,
il taken from an old Irish newspaper
When it was first published. her friends
were outrageous against the author, who,
however, kept himself concealed:
On Saturday, Mrs S., about
whom all the world has been talking, es-
posed her beautiful, adaInanIine, soft, and
lovely person Tor the first time at Smock
Alley Theatre, IN the bewitcling. melt
ing, and all fearful character of Isabella.
From the repeated panegyrics in the im-
partial London newspapers, we were
taught TO expect the sight of heavenly
angel, but how were we supernaturally
surprised into the most awful joy at be-
holding "a mortal goddess 1.-The house
was crowded with hundreds more than it
could hold with thousands of admiring
spectators that went away without
sight! This extraordinary phenomenon
of Tragic excellence this star of Mrlpo-
meme this comet of the stage,-this
sun of the tirmainent of the muses. this
moon OF blank verse this queen and
princess of tears this Donnelan of the
poisoned bowl this empress of the pis-
tol and dagger this chaos of Shakes
peare this world of weaping clouds -
this Juno of commanding aspects !--this
Terpsichore of the curtains and scenes.
this HroSerpine of fire and earthquake!
this katerfeity of wonders exceeded
expectation, went beyond belief, and
SCARED above all powers of description
She was nature herself She Was the
most exquisite work of art she WAS the
very daisy, primrose, tuberose, sweet briar.
gilifower. wall-howcr.
auricula, and rosemary; in
short, she WAS the bouquet OF Parnassus.
Z" Where expectation was raised So
high, it was thought rho would be iu-
jured by her appearance, but it WAS the
audience who were injured: several
tninted even before the curtain drew up !!
but, when she came 10 the scene of part
ing with her wedilng ring, ah Z! what q
sight there ih.. fiJdi.r- in the orches-
ira, albeit unused 10 the melting mood,
blubbered like children crying for their
bread and butter; and when the bell
rang for music between the acts, the tears
ran from the bass"on players eyes in such
plentiful showers, that they choked the
finger stops, and making a spout of the
poured i'll such torrents on
the first fiddlerS book, that not seeing the
overture WAS in two sharps, the leader OF
the band actually played in one fiat.
:" But the sobs and sighs of the groan-
ing audience, and the noise Of corks
drawn from the smelling bottles prevented
his mistake between the flats and the
saay1s being discovered.
"One hundred and nine ladies tainted.
foriy-six went into fits, and ninety-tive
had strong Mysteries. the world will
scarcely credit the truth when they
nre told that fourteen children, five old
one hundred tailors, and six
common councilmen, were actually
drowned in the inundation of tears that
lowed from the galleries, lattices, and
boxes, to increase the briny flood in the !
pit The water was three feet deep, and |
the people that were obliged to stand upon |
the benches, were, in that position, up to |
heir ancles in tears.
An act Of parliament against her :
)tal!iip any Iioic viii St!idiiiiS pass
or she has infected all the volunteers, and |
hey sit reading The Fatal Marriage !
;rying and roaring the whole morning, at !
he expectation of seeing this Giants
Causeway, this Salmonleap of wonders
At night. An address has been presented !
20 the good Earl of Clarlemont, by the
principal volunteers, and backed by DR.. |
Quln and the faculty of Dublin, praying
him TO stay at home, the evening of her |
appearance, else they are convinced she'll |
tear his Intrm frame in pieces with her |
terrific screams. when she's dragged from
the corpse of Biron, and they'll loose the /
greatest General that ever headed the |
army. Nature most assuredly, in one of
her bountitul moments, in one of her
charitable and humane leisure hours, in
one of her smiling days, i'll one Of her all !
gladstone years, made this hu-
name lump of clayey perfection
''Oh happy Hibernia blessed 1erne
sanctitied land of saints what hearse
load what coffin full, what a church
yard tree of the brightest excellence of
excellencies now stands on the turf Of thy
fruitful earth
..From Cork. from Killarney, from
Galway. from Ballinasloe. from Eyre
court, from the east, from the west, from
the north. from the south, from Island
Bridge, from Lazor's Hill, from the banks