The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-01-03

ton; whilst he, poor, faithful fellow,
appeared willing to submit even to
that for the sake of her returning
smiles. 1t was admirably represented.
| Then followed the Circassian Slave
I Market, a gorgeous and beautiful
scene; next, the Polish. Exiles, which,
with its three figures, a man with a
wife and young sister-one clingiDg
to his arm, the other leaning on his
breast, and looking up to Heaven in
mute appeal for strength to bear the
burden of that heavy woe which has
overtaken them-forms one of the
most striking and beautiful pictures
of which you could conceive.
And now, after an interval, in which
your Evansville Band diseoursed most
sweet music, came on Pocahontas res
cuing Capt. Smith from the savage
blow that IS about to fall on his de-
less. for the beautiful daughter of the
Chieftain has interposed her slighv
figure, and 1T is a defence stronger
than a wall Of iron. She shields him
with her lovely arms. and they are
worth more than shield of brass.
She implores for his life with her
dark, terror-stricken, beautiful eyes,
shy and soft as the eyes of fawn, but
now dilated with fear and love,
and her prayer is answered as
though it had been an an
gels prayer. The chieftain's
hand is raised. The fierce save re
stays the blow, and the Englishma n
is saved. This scene was splendidly
gotten up and admirably acted But
we were yet to see the most wonderful,
both in conception and execution. of
all this vivid series of tableaux-the
Magic Mirror In this, the great ma
gician, who has power, by his will, to
recall the spirits of the dead, calls up
for a certain Count the spirit of his
wife, whom he has long mourned, and
who is yet tenderly beloved by him.
And now is revealed from the mirror,
and gradually rises upon your view,
Il vision of the most ineffable lowell
ness. Angel and woman blended into
one-the soul of the angel, the ex
quisite sensibility of the woman; the
purity of the angel, the holy faith of
the woman, whose love has survived
her life, and casts its radiance over
the lovely 1ineaments of her whose
spirit has been, recalled from the very
port Is of heaven itself. And surely
it was a wandering angel who looked
out in such marvellous beauty upon
the admiTing crowd that night
Happy the mortal who can enchain
the beauteous spirit to earth, and
thereby have foretaste of heavenl
After this followed the Enchanted
Palace, with its Sleeping Beauty, and
the Prince on his knee, about to
imprint on her sweet lips the
magic kiss which is to awaken
her from the slumber of a hundred
years. This scene was very fine in all
its parts; and still better was the
noble ladies and their cavaliers gaze
about to leave them for Fairy Land,
with the Prince, of whose coming she |
has dreamed all these hundred years. |
The Ghost Scene was excellent, too, |
and very finely represented. Also, |
the Intercepted Letter. The Rose
Fete, another beautiful little tableau. |
with its young girls, its flowers and |
garlands, carried me back to the |
time VIZ en- we went Maying, /
or Last of all was the Court |
of Napoleon-represented in two
scenes. First, the Imperial family
and high dignitaries of the Court /
assembled to witness the sign
ing by Josephine of the act of divorce
ment. Pale and lovely, followed by
the weeping Hortense, the gentle EN-
press enters the august presence of
him who had sworn to cherish her
till death, but who now, instigated by
his ambitious purposes, is about to
renounce the woman who has been to
him the ornament of his throne, the
companion Of his genius, the star of
his destiny. Sternly he looks upon
her. The curtain falls, and rises
again upon Napoleon seated on his
throne, his Court and family standing
around, while Josephine sits at the
ia bic, pen in hand to sign that act,
which will deprive her ofall she holds
dear in life. This was a magnificent
scene. The splendor of the court
dress contrasted strikingly with the
pure white robe of Josephine, who
looked, despite her grief and simple
attire, every inch an Empress still.
Her grief became her WELL
Though on her brow sits throned
The angel of despair,
Yet all the heavenly graces
Claim still their places there"
This charming tableau wound up
he evenings entertainment. [ must
lot forget to mention what exquisite
pleasure | derived from little inter
ude, not in the programme, in shape
IF song, from Miss Ross, as [ learn
I'd afterwards; also an amusing little
nome scene, which seemed to tickle