New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1870-11-08
Amours of Manager. Henderson
MISPLACED NOTE AND 4 SCENE
We copy from the New York Mercury the
following stage gossip:

We copy from the New York Mercury tn
following stage gossip:
Among the state-roOm passengers on boar'
recent Cunarder, bound from Liverpool
to this port, were an elderly gentleman, il
an excellent state of preservation, and /;
young lady of twenty-five, or whereabouts
father nor her uncle, neither was he lie
husband; but it was evident to their fellow
passengers that they were very intimate
and that some mysterious bond of sym
pathy bound them together in a chain O
roses Between them there was mucl
seraphic communing, and when at night
they walked the quarter deck, though theil
(glances were oft directed to the star-be
spangled ocean hung on high. there is rea
son to believe that they thought more of thu
zone of Venus than the belt Of Orion
Aquilo, Notus and Boreas might empty
their phials of fatulency, but they needed
not the billow nor the breeze, for they were
plunged in the nymphOlepsy of fond de
spair. The young lady seemed the breath
ing representative of .Aphrodite herself
when she had just risen from the sea. As
she paced the deck with the grace OF a juno
the very air she displaced was amorous OF
her charms and the wild sea-mew shrieked
in frantic adulation. Her beauty was gilt.
tering as the morning star, full of life and
splendor and Joy. Her voice was melodious
as flute; and her moist eyes were full of
liquid light, and shone
Like daylight DER n sea Of blue
While yet the air is dim with dew
In word, she was one of the most di-
vinely exquisite creatures ever trusted in
Neptune's dominion. Not unknown to fame
was she. More heads than that elderly one
had been driven to the verge of madness by
her fatal charms: and, beautiful as Love and
the ministering hands of milliners could
make her, her achievements in the way Of
heart-breaking had been well nigh as re-
markable as when in the ancient DAYS
PygmaliOn melted marble in her arms. The
hours of the voyage passed on the wings of
angels; and when the noble vessel came to
her moorings, the strangely assorted com
panions crossed to New York and were lost
in the solitude of surging restless humanity
There, for the present, we leave them while
We unravel a collateral thread of our highly
Interesting theme.
Gotham amusement seekers Of soaring
intellect and refined sensibilities were, no
doubt, afforded a rich treat at Woods Mu-
scum during the week, by the temperance
in chaste burlesque of the somewh hat noto-
rious Lydia Thompson troupe. The CON-
pany of blondes is under the management
Of the doughty Sir Rupert Henderson. OF
immortal renOwn. He is now, however,
something more than manager-a circum-
stance that the press has been culpably tardy
In acknowledging. He is the agile and fas-
cinating Lydia's orthodox and duly hymen-
lied husband. This enviable position the
knight did not attain without considerable
fitting and hedging, having been exposed to
the expensive gage damour of breach-of-
promise Of-marriage suit, ere unpropitiOus
fates permitted him to further immortalize
himself by calling Lydia, before the eterni-
ties and the immensities, his veritable
spouse. This racy chapter of the somewhat
sensational history of the manager Of the
blondes has not yet been chroricled In
deed, he has taken extraordinary precau-
tons to blot the circumstances connected
with the case from the motley pages of his
written biography. But a sense of duty to
our half a million preturnaturally acute
and curiously disposed readers, as well as a
due regard and appreciation of the knights
distinguished merit and exalted worth, has
melted the Sunday Mercury to delve the
remarkable record from the oblivion in
which the manager and his lawyers were
shamefully eager to bury it, and to place it
before the public to-day. This much, then
by way of introduction.
Prior to the advent of the British blondes
in this country, tall, distingue- looking
gentleman connected with the profession"
lived, blOOmed and ogled ladies in the
British city of Manchester. His rayages in
the Hesperidean gardens of green-rOoms,
where
Clouds of amber dreams Of gladness
Dulcet joys and sports OF youth"
formed accomplishments to the mysteries
celebrated, were said to be a caution. And
one beautiful creature, on whom he sweetly
and sseductively smiled, and to whom he
talked much high-fown bombast. dropped
into his arms like a ripe peach, buried her
classic head III his BOSOM and her soft white
hand forthwith toyed v0luptuously with
his vine-tendril locks. The fatally fascinat-
ing masculine was Sir Rupert Henderson
then comparatively in embryo-and the
name of the cherry-lipped maid was Miss
Elizabeth Rockingham, better known to
Edith Chailis-the young lady, in fact, |
whom we have seen crossing the Atlantic !
with an elderly but well-preserved consort. |
10 state that Sir Rupert and Elizabeth, alias |
Edith, were very much III love, CONVEYS but |
q refrigerated idea of the fierce fame by |
which they were mutually inspired The |
energies Of their souls were unsophisticated |
impulses, and before they positively lived
some espOusals were celebrated |
where the spirit of the universe vailed his |
face, and where love himself was
'Parson, clerk, and father to the bride"
A single unit was added to the population
OF Albion by these salacious endearments:
and the infatuated knight was never
wearied OF toying, oglmg, kissing, billing.
and otherwise lavishing Vivien-ike caresses
on the transcendently lovely Rockingham.
alias Chalhs. Thus languishingly vegetat-
ing IN TINS oriental love-dream, the elysian
hours OF SIR Rupert were spent till destiny
and the Lydia Thompson troupe called him
to this side OF the Atlantic. The narrowing
fortunes Of the parting were fearful. The
pen OF the scribe would melt were the
description to be attempted of the ex-
pressive looks, the tender and fearful ewes.
the heaving bosom, and the spasmodic gasp-
ngs as "pledging oft to meet again" the
knight and the lady OF his love tore them
selves asunder. When the Atlantic billows
surged monotonously 3etween the much
married lovers the mail service at once re-
,eived an astounding accession of business.
The knight gave the rein to his feryid. |
soul and dribbled over innum
,rable pages a refreshing pabulum of PRAYER,
passion, folly, and feeling. He struck with
/ Quixotic hand every chord in the scale of
noonstruck madness, even from the lower
vas the temperature of Sir Rupert's epistles
hat their spontaneous combustion was i'm
ninent; and it was, therefore, to be attrb-
tied solely to special interposition Of
providence that the mail-bags and the
teamers that carried them were saved
rom total destruction by the knights Pro
nethean fire.
The letters of Elizabeth, alias Edith, were
lot less impassioned, but they lacked the
,old, imaginative flights and Sapphic scin-
liiations OF her Jove-like lover And when.
Vl'n no one to love and none to caress her
Z britain, she returned at nights from the
mere inincing dancers sport tight pantalets,
anu 'urii iops heads while turning pirouettes"
ne rushed with eager avidity to the five hun :
,edtn perusal OF Sir Rupert's last letter.
Ike another SapphO studyino ber ..O,;d,,