Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1872-02-24
Queen Esther,

Once there was an old woman that in her
sweeping found dime, and she thought and
thought what she should do with il, and final.
ly she thought she would go to the concert
So off she set with her opera hat and arrived
just in time TO hear Captain jerks rcsounding
through the hall with Il sort of plaintiye sauc-
iness, as became the occasion, and TO SECURE
seat on bench of very primitive style. Shall
we be carried to the skies of musical enjoy
mcnt OH flowery beds of ease? Certainly not.
We should be thankful for bench, and we
may make the trip without contracting curv-
nture of the spine. am conscious of a feel
iIg of settled enmiy every time / think of u
tall woman with an immense chignon, who
obstructed my view of the stage. and compel
led me 10 take an oblique view of the pro-
ccrdings. She sat mmovable rs a rock the
whole evening. while looked ~ spell from
one side of her first, and then looked from
luther, and from which side it looked the
worst couldn't ha' told yc nuthcr." But mu-
sic hath charms, and didn't box here ears, as
wanted to. The bell lnklcd, Captain jerks
He'd gnominious'y the curtains parted and
the Persians appeared il all their glory and
gilt paper. There were jaunty little maidcns,
in gay, picturesque costumes. and fiercely
moustached men. who sporlel their scarlet
trappings with that evident satisfaction which
may he observed in most men under like cir
cumstanccs. And there was Mordccai, sitting
III righteous Indignation and somber garments
in the midst of The rejoicing. and looking
crosseyed to avoid Witnessing the triumphant
entrance of Haman. And Haman certainly
conducted himself in such a naughty, over
bearing manner that'it would have been a
comfort il we could have foreseen how he
was finally to be led out with waterproof
cloak wrapped around his head. Their sing
ing was clear and harmonious, to my ear
and have very cultivated ear, know, ms
it would never have been So large without
cultivation.
The Prophecies looked like one inspired
with her black eyes and robes, as she broke
in on their "Song of Joy" with her solemn
sweet voiced forcbodings. The King, like ole
King Cole, seemed TO he a merry old soul
The Queen was queenly, and acted her par
well. Nothing could have been sweceler
more touching or expressive than her, IF
persh-I perish" 1t made the audience wisl
there was more. which is the great thing to bt
achieved in singing as well as in letter writ
ing Zeresh was charming. and her last solo
"Do wake, or am dreaming" ?" sadder thar
weeping. ! could not help feeling grca
deal of sympathy and respect for the Jewisl
women. 1t must have required large shar,
of strong -mindedness and nerve woman na
ture being as it ls-to carry them through th,
ordeal of appearing before large audienc,
with those ugly black shawls-Or. whatever
they were-drawn tightly and closely arounC
their f0reheads and behind their ears, bringiD.
their pro6les out in bold and startling relief
There was calm. spiritual.looking priest
who sang beautifully, and bewltching lilll,
maid of honor, and taking it all in all. sing
ing. acting, costumes and moral, il was q
thing of beauty" ADA ID, d.