Delaware state journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1870-1883, 1873-05-10


"My dear young friend, (" said Mr. Cor
n'sb, "it viii afford me the sincerest
plealure to hear you read your piece.''
(" With all my hearth 70 replied Fiiz-
maurice, growing desperate. "Any day.
Suppose we say-Monday fortnight" "
Monday fddlestick 7" said old Cor
Dish, "sir, why not now /"
"I-l haven't got II with me- .
"Well send for II T" exclaimed the en-
thuslastic old gentleman. "Ring, my
dear"
1T is Of no use, believe me-" said the
prosecuted poet. "l haye-ahem-lent
1t to lady"
Provoking But I was not aware,
Captain Fltznaurlce, of this talent Of
yours" said Mr.. Cornish.
"Nor I either" muttered the gentle
man.
"Can't you remember a few passagesl"
Yes" put in Sir Mordaunt, "like
those you recited to-day
Fitzmauilce darted a glance Of anger
at bis tormenting friend
"Sir Mordaunt Is jes.lng," he said,
slowly. " He knows / have no memory"
" NOnsense. Only shyness. Say
nothing, man." added Sir Moidaunt,
under his breath.
"Listen, now, Marigold,' said her
uncle, settling himself comfortably to
hear.
" Indeed, I SHALL" said Marigold,
smiling.
Fiizmaurice rose reluctantly.
"Well, since must-" he said.
" lie seems already rapt In the sub
ject," SAID Sir Mordaunt apart to his
brother-guardlau.
The latter nodded.
Throwing himself into an attitude, and
employing the lowest tones he found
cohN enent, Captain Fitzmaurice intrepi-
dly began:
In these deep Holitudes and awful cells"
THAT sounds Pope-ish, dOsen't 1t -
observed Mr.. Cornish.
6 Your Moito,eh said Mr.. Mordaunt.
" But come to your own, my boy ~
I" Certainly, certainly. Where was :
outrageous barren shades-withOutA leaf
To your mild ears do ! conide my grief ~
"Good," remarked MIR. Cornish. ''But
a teaser for the artist Leailess shade 7
Keep your leaves on--it's better"
" My dear sir, by all MEANS" said the
poet. "With the greatest pleasure.
proceed;
A heart naexihle-a rigorous desire
Shower their dire ire upon my higher
desire"
"Too many Tres, eh . " suggested Mr..
Cornish.
"The scenes In Ireland you know, -
put In Sir Mordaunt, boldly, Unities OF
the drama"
" Ah," said his brother critic.
Captain Fitzmaurice, warming to his
work, proceeded
.Lapt in Elyslum thow should doubt it'll
Come forth, sweet shade-aheE-and-
and-and--'.
"Tell us all about It 2" prompted
Sir Mordaunt, laughing. "some affec-
tion, but more curiosity, should say"
"Have the goodness, Drury, to reserve
these remarks, at least until we have
heard more Of this singular piece" said
Mr.. Cornish, warmly. " Pray, sir, pro-
coed, and excuse the interruption"
Sir Mordaunt rubbed his hands, and
glanced triumphantly at mis- ward.
81 am only giving you fragments,
you see," said the poet
And, oh, forgive me, princess all too dear
The fatal love that brought you, Ae, that
Is one Of us"
Both of you, of course, here" said
the Baronet.
" Now pray, Drury,be quiet" remou-
strated his friend. "This Is, perhaps
the crisis Of the play"
Fitzmauriee made another plunge;
"While around your brows the rays of glory
glisten,
Angelic sprite be kind enough to listen.
"Politely put, ,premaTked SirsGordaunt
Excellent "sald MIR, Cornish.
Now comes the passion resumed
Fitznaurice
How Dost thou fiy me ,"
Magnificent exclaimed Cornish
exciledls;
What is that l see2Y
A rival, as live? IT'S he IT'S sh
Who " asked Sir Mordaunt.
"Pray, pray be quiet = urged HE friend
Filzmaurce pretended to draw
dagger
Death! 10 my sueeori"
"Good, good shouted the enthusiast
I" 1t makes one shudder "
Z" Let him die in peace" advised th'
baronet. " Down with your curtain "
Ftzmaurice took the hint;
"-Fold me in my pail,
Forget me nOt-think Of me-think--
that's ALL"
MIR. Cornish started up,and caught hiH
by both hands;
"My dear young friend" exclaimed
the exctable old gentleman. 81 ara Al
much astonished as delighted at you
powers. A man who, at your years, can
| not only write, but act-yes, sir, act-i
| a phenomenon, indeed, In this age. IL I
| true, did not clearly understand, could
not closely follow, the-the plot. Blu
| that was my fault. Emotion
"My good friend" sald Sir Mordaunt
"surely you understand that was
| prince, who"
'Yes, yes, prince. In love-"
Exactly. To whom certain crue
guardian had refused his ward"
"a selfish, tyrannical guardian. see
II il fine situation, finely delineated.'
mo wonder. The writer has felt IL.
"How-like the unfortunate prince 2
"Just go. And eau you guess who i
the iyrant 2"
"Who could play the tyrant In sue
a case % asked Mr.. Cornish, his eye
yet twlnkling with recent tears.
"Yourself ="
"I detest all tyranny. The domesti
worst of all. There is less appeal"
''If so, you pity the oppressed and n
deserving. Here they are" said the oil
baronet, taking hand of each Of th
young people. "Cornish, we were a6ou
10 make a serious mistake. Charles Fili
maurice loves our Marigold. who return
his affection. You would have known
long before, but for terror your iron rul
(you wicked Ole tyrant, who detest all ty
rappy) has inspired. Now unless yo
relent, what will you call yourself ~
"When a mans allies turn againi
him." said old Ceraish, "the game
usually up. If Blucher, instead of pul
suing the French from Waterloo, ha
ridden up to your idol, the duke, an
said, NY dear duke, | am sorry
thwart your plans, but our feelings hay
changed, and Bulow is at this momer
attacking Your rear,' there would pfobi
. bly have been row. Drury, Drury
you have thrown me over And stlel
elbach-"
"My dear old friend" replied Sir Mo
daunt, "you must at least admit tht
Charles Fitzmaurice possesses equal at
vantages with Mr.. stichelbsch, with th
, additional claim Of having at least asce
tined the young lady's di-poeitiou as n
ga rds himself-a precaution Mr. Sliehe
, bach disdains."
, Cornish paused for moment,
'sWell, well, be IL AS you wish,
said, at length. "And, Fitzmaurice,
, he added, smiling, "when this play
produced, as il c,nnot fail TO be, yo
may reflect that TO yoar own genius an
industry is due"
, Fnzmaurice who had spoken a wor
apart to his Marigold, came forward
! this moment, and took the old gentl
mans hand. His color was 'heighten'
as he said
'My dear sir, your frank and genero'
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