The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1869-03-09
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once won applause from New Orleans audisnces
and who has recently returned from Northern
tour with Senorita Filomens, talks Of getting up
during the latter part of April. series of parlor
concerts, similar to those given at Lyceum Hall
last year. II be carry out bis enterprise, and he
knows no such word as fail. our lovers Of music
may anticipate three or four really agreeable and
recherche entertainments.
Since Lolita left New Orleans she has been play
ing a very successful engagement at Woods
Thester, Cincinnati, to large houses. She speaks
and writes with enthusiasm CT the splendid sup
| port and Kindness she received in the Crescen,
| City, particularly the support rendered by the
company at the st. Charles from the leading gen.
tIemsn down to the lowest supe. regular or irreg.
ular all seemed to have done their best to render
her engagement OF '69 the success of the season.
She really misses, she says, the gallant boys OF
the First, who, as the soldiers in Fire Fly" as
sisted her to repuIse the hordes of Arabs and re-
capture the French standard.
Mile Tournour is now at Woods Theater,
Cincinnati, we see, drawing crowded houses. and
elicitiDg commentator from the press. We OBJ.
serve that In the advertisements and programme
it is stated MILE Tournour appears about ct
o'clock" Would not this system Of timing off
the programme be convenient one both for man
ayers and theatsr goers In our own city?
The recent Academy favorite, Mrs. j. A. Oates,
has been very successful at Crosby's Opera House,
Chicago, where her singing and acting, in the
burlesque of the " Field of the Cloth of Gold, !"
have made her one of the greatest fsvortes of the
season. She has been ably assisted by MISS Fan
ny stocqueller who now brings to our Academy
fafi0 from mr. 0uiat
to none in her specialities, aud by n. w, Flske,
who for the last two seasons kept the Varieties in
q roar whenever he made his appearance. :
We are pleased TO see that our old favorites, the
Zavistowskis, are still as popular as ever. They
are engaged at the National Thester, Washington.
d. c., where they have been playing round of
their fsvorite characters. During the past week
they have been engaged in the psntomime of
Humpty Dumpty." Will the children. great
and email, ever be tired of seeing this amusing
cuss? We see that he is still announced in New
York, and for the 4l0th time, at that.
We see by our Frisco exchanges that our ante.
bellsrm New Orleans fsvorte, Fanny Brown, has
again changed her name, this time to Carlo; also,
that Lawrence Barrett, who managed the Varieties
OF this city with much success 10 '64 and 49, is
now doing splendid business in bis new theater
recently built for him in San Francisco. Is it this
house that has introduced the idea of small hat
box under each sean John Owens who starred
at the st. Charles last season, and who was one of
the Cocktail guard of '6l, is row en- route to play
an engagement under Mr.. Barrett's management
May success attend him, and may be return once
more TO delight us with his Caleb Plunsrner and
Scion Shingle, nor travel "to that bourne from
whence no traveller returns" as poor Dan.
Setchell did. All. what memories that name re-
vivesl who has forgotten his Mdme Vdnde,pants
in WANTED, 1000 Milliners," his Po,ohatan in
"Pocshontss. and the many other characters that
he used to delineate for our delight.
Lawrence Barrett, at the opening Of his new
theater in San Francisco, read with great fervor
and feeling the following address written by Mr..
Frank Bret Harte for the occasion:
Brief words, when actions wait, were well,
The prompter's hand is on his bell;
The coming heroes, lovers. kings,
Are idly loungng at the wings;
Behind the curtains mystic fold
The glowing future lies unrolled,
And yet-one moment for the past;
One restrospect-the first and last.
"Ibe worlds stage" the master said
To night mightier truth is read;
Not IN the shifting canvas screen,
The flash OF gas, or tinse sheen
Not in the skill whose signal calls
From empty boards baronisl halls,
But fronting sea and curvlng bay
Behold the players and the play!
All, friends beneath your real skies
The actors short.liYed triumph dies;
On that broad stage-of empire won
Whose footlights were the setting sun,
Whose flats, a distant background, rose
In trackless peaks of endless SHOWS;
Here genius bows and talent waits
To copy that but One creates.
Your shifting scenes: the leagues of sand
An avenue by ocean spanned;
The narrow beach Of struggling tents
A mile Of stately monuments;
Your standard 10 q flag unfurled
Whose cliDgiDg folds clasp half the world
This is your drama, built on facts,
With twenty years between the acts"
One moment more-if here we raise
The Oft sung hymn of local praise
Before the curtain facts must sway
Here waits the moral Of your play.
Chased in the poets thought you view
What money can, yet cannot do:
The faith that scars, the deeds that shine,
Above the gold that builds the shrine.
And Oh, when others take our place,
And earth's green curtain hides our face,
Ere on the stage so silent now
The last new hero makes his bow,
Oh, may our deeds, recalled once more
In memorys sweet but brief encore
Down all the circling ages run
The worlds sweet plaudit of " well done.v
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