Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1867-09-26

nishing their readers q synopsis OF the
Hunchbdck, an entirely new play, fol-
which the public, who never before saw
or heard Of It, are grateful beyond ex
preston, we are inspired by the shining
example. Determined not to be outdone,
we have, after an immense expenditure
of brain, greenbacks, Faber pencils and
perspiration, "simmered down the plot
of an entirely new and startling drama,
entitled the Lady Of Lyons The play
is the production ofthe gifted Mr.. Beadle,
of the Dime Novels, and arrangements
are now being perfected to secure its
production in some of the principal the
aters in the country. The public will
please not overwhelm us with letters of
gratitude; we feel we are simply doing
our duty:
Once upon a time there live in Lyons,
France, a wealthy merchant named
Dutchapples, who had very large for
tune in silver and gold, larger fortune
in the shape Of pretty daughter, whose
patronymic was Pawline, and consid.
cradle misery in the shape of iussy and
foolish wife. Mounseer Dutchapples had
also among his other possessions gar
den, wherein we suppose numerous veg
etables of all descriptions were raised.
The gardener who tended this fertile
spot was an honest man, if he was gar
dener, and his name was Smelln0t Now
Smellnot had a son named Clawed-sup-
posed to have received this appellation
from bis father, as tender token of the
kind Offices of his wife. Strange as it
may seem, Clawed had a mother who
dressed in dove colored alpaca and wore
no waterfall, and, from the number of
ladies we have seen represent her, must
have been capable of assuming all sorts
of shapes and faces. There also lived in
Lyons wealthy guillute by the name of
Bowsant,- whose principal occupation
was playing keno, wearing high top
boots, and paying for good dinners for a
gluttonous friend of his, whose name we
do not think it worth while to mention.
There was also a stately old fellow
boarding at Mons Dutchapples, at the
time of our story, named Kernel Blue
mass, who, during the play, is taken in
small doses; as his cavalry boots and
spurs prevent his being swallowed at
once, as is generally desired by critics.
Now for the play:
Clawed Smellnot loves Pawline Dutch
apples, and having been lucky enough
to draw shot gun in rattle at his viii
lage, runs and shows it to his mother,
and, on the strength of his good fortune,
is bold enough to write few thousand
lines of poetry, in common meter, to
Pawline and send it to her by frog.
eating friend of his. Pawline didn't like
poetry much, however, it seems, for she
had Clawed's messenger kicked out the
back door and set the dogs on him, much
to the SORROW Of his legs, which made
good time, however, arriving at the seat
of the muses. (Clawed's home) in 2:429
by the town clock. Clawed and his
messenger held an Indignation meeting,
when it was resolved to suppress poeti-
cal ebullitions in the future, throw poetry
to the dogs as Pawline did, and the ex-
ercises are closed with a patriotic song,
ending, BLOWS to Frenchman, aeodrel
necare nerare p Bowsant loves Paw
line too, but he plays his game another
way. His plan is to chink pokerchecks
under old Duchapples' nose and count
loose change in the presence of the old
woman, Mrs d. He is all hunky with
them, but Pawline don't like his phiz,
and thinks be smells too strong of garlic
and onions. She jilts him because she
wouldn't marry anybody but prince
Par parenthesis, the girls all grab at the
largest pile of argent Bowsant gets
mad. He raves and refuses to eat his
dinner. He will cot nothing but sulphur,
daggers and pitchforks. Revenge fills
his soul-terribe revenge. He goes to
see Clawed, and says, "Old fellow we
both have been Tilted by old Dutchap
Piles gal; now, let us turn the tables.
Clawed says, "Pm agreeable" Bow
SAINT says, "Tll pay for the clothes if you
will dress like prince and marry the
adorable Miss P will also loan you
my pewter snuffbox and a diamond
ring" Clawed took chew of to-
bacco, and said it was a whack.
Now the play gets exciting.
Clawed clad in purple and fine linen is
introduced to the Dutchapples family as
an Eye-talian prince and wades in like
lemon to be squeezed After nibble
Pawline bites-Clawed tells her a cock
and bull story about palace down
somewhere about Como depot, where
the odoriferous light steals through the
mists of kerosene lamps, and every air
is ponderous with the burden of signs
from orange groves and sea breezes from
the cutters. Pawline surrenders at once.
Kernel Bluemass comes in, however,
breaks up the tete.a-tete and slyly says,
mix for stay-gott in himmel" which
is the Italian for Tip us your aipper,
old boss" Now, Clawed was stumped.
HIS education had been sadly neglected
in his infancy and he was so young at
the time of his birth that he didn't un.
derstand his mother-tongue-(his father
did. however Kurnel Bluemass laughs
" enthusiastically and tells Clawed he
doesn't understand Italian, and how can
he be an Italian prince2 Clawed has
"cheek and tells the
Kernel that he can't understand
it the way he pronounces it.
Bl1emass, indignant, tells Clawed he's
bogus. Clawed says You're another"
and they Immediately wade in with
Clawed draws the first
blood and wins is magaanimous, how
ever, says something about brave sol |
der, etc, and asks Bluemass if he takes
sugar in hisn; Bluemass, very CRATE
full, assures ,Clawed that he generally |
nses the saceharine, and if he can do
anything for him exceptindorse his note,
10 call again. So the affair ends. Clawed |
gives Mrs Dutchapples Bowsants snuff
box, a paper of Maccsboy and a Jersey |
ring tells her that the snuff |