Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1873-01-11
him set himself. f.-Hcnry VIII, Act III
Scene I.

Scene I.
:. OWEN MARLowE.
A gentloman Of excellent breeding
Merry Wives Of Windsor, Act II Scene
| JOHN WILSON.
lie wants the natural touoh.-Macbetl
Act Nv, scere 8.
The Philadelphia Age pays th
following tribute to the memory o
Mr.. Frank Hitchcock, known I,
tho public as Frank Murdoch, WHIT
died recently in that city. Many
of the habitues of the Varieties las
winter remember him with pleas
uro both us q gentleman and Us an
actor, and will join with US in ro
GREETING his untimoly death:
We regret to announce tho death
from brain fover tho talented
young actor Mr.. Frank Murdoch,
! who, for the present season, has
been attached to the company OF
the Arch Street Theatre in this
city, His last appearance was on
Saturday evening, tho 9th, when he
Nlayed Lionel Lynr, in Married
Life" He was taken i'll on Sunday
and died on Wednesday morning.
Mr.. Murdoch was promising ac-
tor. Ho had a decided passion for
his profession, and was close, at
! tentive student. In light comedy
| parts he was admirable, speaking
the text in an agreeable, pleasant
! manner, and acting with grace, ease
and freedom from stage mannerism.
As an elocut'onist, ho was clear,
forcible and distinct, and his pro-
gress in the higher elements of the
histrionic art was sufficient to war
rant belief that he would ut no
distant day occupy leading posi-
ton on the Amer can stage. Mr..
Murdoch also possessed literary
abilities of no common order. He
was the author of several plays,
and contributed both prose and po-
etry to some of the magazines Of
this country. In private life Mr..
Murdoch was manly, upright and
ogontle, aud endeared himself to all
who had tho pleasure of his ac-
quaintance by his many social traits
and virtues. In the profession he
was general favorite. His loss
will be felt in all cireles in which
he moved, but particularly in that
inner circle in which he had gar
nered up his loves and hope, and
where he was best known and
idolized. .....
Yes, thou must die;
Thou art too noble to conserve life
In base appliances.
A pleasant little incident is re-
lated of Miss Clara Louise Kellogg,
which occurred while visiting the
Grindelwald glacier in Switzerland
during her late tour. Her party
encountered, as other travellers do,
a young Italian Swiss, who earned
a precarious existence by frantic
efforts to arouse an echo from the
opposite cliffs by means of an awk-
ward horn. After straIning every
muscle he brought forth a melan-
oholy toot, with no great effort up
on the opposite crags. Miss Kel-
logg watched for some time his vain
endeavors, and then, rising in the
carriage, she gave one of the charm
ing mountain jodels, finishing off
with q specimen Of those inimita-
Bile triIls which require no patent
to render them unapproachable.
In an instant came back four or
five beautifully perfect echoes, with
an impertinently clear trill at the
end. The young Italian doffed his
hat and exclaimed: "Ah, madame,
could l but make All echo like that
my fortune would be made"
This is the way st. Louis paper
announces the marriage, on Sunday |
last, of Mrs. Oates:
In theatrical circles, tho most de-
cided event was the marriage of
that sparkling. little bundle of hu-
NOR and song, Mrs. Oates. Hun
dreds of young men with incipient
beard, aud, we fear, not few with
patriarchal locks, have hung for a |
fortnight on the music which fell
from her tongue, and encored her
until she wished hem all in Bagdad |
or some other distant locality. En-
tranced by her beauty, captivated
by her graceful antics and her won.
derful self-abandon, these auditors
at DeBar's had no idea that the
vortex of wcdlock yawned beneath
their applauding feet, Mrs. Oates
wa. q charming young widow, and
every admirer thought q chance
to secure the treasure if'he chose
to run the gauntlet of courtsbip. |
Auditors of the male species liked
her because she was sparkling and
bright; they adored he- because
she was the young, dashing la petite
Oates. /
Alas for all human expectations
The ripe little cereal was reserved
for another. This was cruel, for
among the last songs the little sing
err sang was: Goodbye, Sweet,
heart" " And she looked at all OF
her admirers, when she really meant
one who had an agency in the Com
ic Opera Troupe. Disconsolately,
all the disappointed can now sing
what the swain sang OF Alice Gray,
if not of Alice Oates:
ashes all my fancy painted her,
She's lovely, she's divine;
But her heart il is anothers,
And it can never be mine"
The charming young actress and
singer was married to her young
agent, Mr.. Tracy W. Titus. He
sowed the seed, he reaped the har-
vest, and; never mind how the cpl
,oot;n ,-aoae ba will ALWAYS have