The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-03-06
STAGE JEWELS.

ei "sir Courtly"-"a fOp over curious in bis diet
and dressr-to be supported by Mr. Knevit;
vhile the fayorite actress-Mts Askew-Was TO
anpear AS "Ieonora,n "Lord Belguards' sister,
in love with Farewell"
"I would il had been tragedy, for my sake,
Sir Geo1rey," said one OF two gentlemen-a
town mouse and q country mouse-who had
stood for some few minutes perusing the OH,
.It would have afforded us rarer sport"
"Nav. friend y replied the other, Il care not
what the PLAYERS may call their play. Tragedy
or comedy. tits all one to me. cry with them
or Iauob with them, the rogues Just as they
,Vorld have me. Yet, methlnks ia ratDeI De
iauqhing than crying just now. Que mas nov @ 80
muCh cause or reason Tor merrlmenJ III yuG9o ny
davs There's nothing like the Jestlng anu IuS
FnSnino and The roaring merrIment that useu
10 he Things are not as c Al remenDet Cuoin' ~
Times are changed, my friend times % ale
changed. ] doubt these players are noV % .Sf SnV
men they were; nor the women ne''nei' ioi '""'
"Yo1 wrong them, Sir Geoarey; they are
nrottv nIavprs enough: OF much the same pat
tern and flesh and blood, fancy; as tnoso @ wy ~
have gone before them. This hneylt, now, Is
accounted fellow Of parts and promise he is
not a Betterton, grant you .ui,
GNor Mohuu, nor Hart warrant" IN
ternCsed Sir Godfrey; 'mey were players III
JseG, I remember them well, both OF them;
and as a young man, have seen them play many
ige is somewhat light in the grayer parts of
tragedy. it NAV be- pursued the other; but in
crease of wears will give hum weight and dignity.
He is but young man, still he is the most
affecting lover on the stage, and most eXqul-
site fine gentleman. Then he Is OF very elegant
mort and handsome person, with a voice OF
silyer-a clear counter-tenor, with melodlops
WaTbng throat and happy elocutiOn. de
has played havoc with the women's hearts, this
Knevit There are many tales told about him,
a.. n,a grn,r tnof Qrp
gossip; vet none the trucr on that score,
possblyn
"WeiI, we'll let us see the dog. Do with me
as thou wilt, Ned"
grandfather fought and bled at Marston Moor,
and was held nigh in honor By his master, the
royal martyr. Still, ii you would rather that
we went to Dorset Gardens"
IsrJo. we'll see this Knevit, Ned. If his grand.
sire fought for the good cause, It. is fit that we
should clap hands for the grandson, let him
play never so vilely. But, good lack, what
times are these, Ned, when gentleman OF
family consents TO figure on public stage!"
ave must take the times as we find them, Sir
'True, Ned true. But we old fellows can't
help looking back at the past; we've but brief
span OF lie to look forward TO, you see, Ned.
You'll be doing much the same at my age,
though you've many long year TO jog through
before you arrive at that. pray they may oe
happy years to you, good friend. But you'll
count me gloomy old nut to be talking in this
preacher fashion. Wen to dinner at the Three
Tuns, and crack bottle OF the best; nay, two
bottles, il the drawer can give us good account
of his Burgundy"
And then, If your humor lasts, Sir Geoffrey,
wen to the theatre, 70 see pretty Mrs Askew aud
George Knevit.n
"Ay, lad, we'n to the playhouse Since this
troublesome lawsuit of mine has brought me to
London, and keeps me here, must see what
may, and so have wherewithal to amuse them
in relating my adventures when Pm safe back
NINA nlA
shire again. Ny eldest wench Mistress De-
borah, charged me to keep my eyes open, aud
take note of the fashions and the new modes IN
London, and give good account of the same to
her when l got home again. She'll tease me
with question upon question as to this and that;
she's never tired of listening to news of the
town. A shrewd, forward jade, tall of her
hands; yet winning and good girl too, Ned,
with er mothers eyes and her mothers smile,
God bless herW
The country mouse who thus delivered him
self was one Sir Geotfrey LYddal, q Wiltshire
baTOnet somewhat advanced IN years, with
whom visits TO town were matters of rare occur
renee, and who was in London now but Tor a
few days by reason, as he had explained of
certain legal business that he had on hand
His companion, the town mouse, was Mr.
Edward Hervey, of the Middle Temple; a
young gentleman who set up for being
something of a wit-not so much among
wits, perhaps, as among Templars-whO
claimed to be critic of plays and players,
night after night with much regularity and
gravity, as though he were in some sort Judge
npoR bench, about to condemn or to acquit
according as the merits or dement's of the
case to be brought before him might seem to
require; and who, moreover, was inclined to
pride himself upon his acquaintance with the
town and its dolngs its tattle and scandals
being rather spectator Of than Il sharer in its
maletactions, however. Not that ii would have
been distasteful TO Mr. Hervey to have imputed
TO him knowledge of the current naughtiness
OF the times, derived as much from its inside as
from its out, from personal experience as from
dislnterested contemplation. In Mr.. Heryeys
day vice was rather gentlemauly than not. And
to be always looking on, and never taking part
1ntbe proceedings of the world of ton and quality.
was to be something like the timid speculator,
VINO, necessarily studying and veXing himself
concerning the doings IN the money market
yet abstalns from risking an investment, bow.
ever Insignificant.
II.
Sir Geofrey expressed his approval of the
treatment he received from the host of rho
Three Tuns in Shandois street He pronouncad
the dinner admira ole, the Burgundy eycpiIent
He demanded second bottle, and rendered his
thanks to the landlord for his attention.
whom have you in the next room drawer 9i
ne inquired OF the waiter. Sir Geodrey's atten.
tion had more than once, during his meal haen
arrested by the noise of loud talking and iauqh,
ing and boisterous revelry proceeding from an
adjoining chamber. -"
"In No. 7, Sir Geoffrey?" said the waiter
'The young Welsh baronet, Sir Owen Price is
entertaining party OF his triendsn
"Ay, ay; Sir Owen Price" repeated Mr.. Her.
Ney, with sagacious air.
m "A noisy party" continued the waiter.
they'll be breaking heads anon, | fear
IheIVe begun by breaking bottles The house
would be better without such customers-sucb
mad roysteriRg set as they are They scare
Sway honest and peaceable folks with theil
Oaths, and their brawling, and their drunken
ness. They'll be doing grave mischief befor,