The Norfolk post. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 1865-1866, 1865-10-31

All that the others cannot in such things
As still are free for BOTH to compensate
Il For Stepdams Natures avarice at first.
Mr.. William E. Coleman, the bunch |
of bones, who sets himself up as the |
" second old man. at Glenns Theatre, !
is the Norfolk correspondent of the
New York Sunday Mercury. This first
old fool and second old man, like most
of the correspondents who write of men
aud things in this city for the Northern
press, is very stupid and very impudent.
He is now on trial before the Court of
Public Opinion, on the charge of pre-
tending to be the inventor of gunpow
der. 1t is. alleged, also, that he claims
to be the only man in America who I'M
derstands the Schleiswig-Holstein dis
pute; that he was the author of the Vir.
ginia resolutions of 179s, and that the
Wilmot Proviso noise of 1850 was his
thunder but, we believe, these charges
are not to be pressed. The unhappy de-
PENDANT, though in an unfortunate pre-
dicament, is comparatively calm. To be
sure, whenever passages of his writings
are read aloud, he squirms some, rigglcs
little, wags his light head a good deal,
and exclaims: 81 had no intention of
building up Mr.. Rosene at the expense
of Mr.. Marston!' Who, in the name
Of clay-composts, is "I?" Is he the
'cussed 'cuss that his namesake-Wil
liam Shakspeare-prates about
Deformed, unfinished sent before his time
Into tn is breathing world scarce half made up,
And that so aiiely and uniashiofab1y,
That the big dogs of Norfolk bark at him!
Doesn't II" know that he isn't
"shaped for sportive tricks, nor made
to court an amorous looking-g lass ?"
Don't he know he is very trudely
stamped, and wants loves males tyn to
enable him to strut before a wanton
ambling nymph ?n But, why do we
dissemble? IL" the chronicler of the
times, is Mr.. William e. Coleman.
Look at him! Do you see in those
dull eyes, the penetrating power of the
critic; in the withered shrubber = of shins
and arms, the members of a M an; I'm the
disproportioned whole, any ju stifitation
of his sitting in judgment Upon any
body or anything. Mr.. Cole man is the
worst actor in the world bat he Sc GEMS
to be quite unaware of this, for he is
constantly praising his parts in the Ae,.-
cmy, in which journal he writes under
the nomme de plume of " EMMETTE,
which, we might Imagine, is misprint
for Emetic." NJ adame Emmette, ~
whose epitaph, according to the speech
OF an excited Phenian, cannot be writ
ten until Ireland is free,-proceeds in
her letter, 1.-THE obliging and gentle
manly home editor, Truth forgive him,
calls it "an interesting letter, ")-of Octo-
Der ", to tell what happened the "past
week" On the 18th in slant, according
to Mr.. William f. Colem. an, Mr.. Proc
tor appeared in his great pecialty, Nick
of the Woods" at was superfuous,'
says Enlmette, to speak o. Mr.. Proc.
tors rendition of this charac, ter" but it
is otsuperfiuous, in the judgn 'ent ofthe
critic, to announce that the st ar . tp6ts
ably supported" by-whom, 10 you
think p" w. e. Coleman as G olonel
Bruce,J. A. Mulligan as Nyenonga,E rank
jerks as Big Tom Bruce. Sidney Fra nee
as Young Tom Bruce, Emma Reigno Ids
as Edith Forester, Miss Helen Peters1 m
as Phoebe, and Miss Edith Preston n
Neu prnce " 10 no s,ro ,tnaar., NJ,
~ ~ -. ~ 1u - -ne''s's. Na'
stoh' layior' fefrls ana i'osene are meh-
toned as among those who "ably sup
portedu Mr.. Proctor; but they and Mrs.
Mack and Mrs France .ro tosse,, into