The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1877-11-15
The Anti-AGOnopoliSts
CLARA MORRIS.

In the Role OF Miss Mouton-HeW She
VIKINGS Tears from Eyes Unused to
sE Weeping
TDonn's Platt's Letter
Returning along Pennsylvania ave-
nue. from my office yesterday after
noon was struck with the appearance
or the crowd [ encountered. It was
pervaded with inf1amed eyes, red
noses and a general look of utter
wretchedness such as I have rever
witnessed before. s'Hello y thought
I, believing this to be the ordinary
exodus at this hour from the Treasury,
'swhat has happened to the clerks and
clerkesses It can not be that John
Sherman is dead, for in that case we
should have smiles, not tears. Has
the inflated currency exploded p
Meeting Harry Borden, also sad unto
death, with the yet unshed tears in
his handsome eyes, cried aloud: ~
Hello, Harry what has happened
at the Treasury"
Harry removed his beaver, land
running his handkerchief over his
wide skating-rink. he gazed at me
through his tears and responded:
Nothing that know of, why!'S
81 thought from the tears idle tears,
on these intellectual countenances
that some great misfortune had hap
pened you.
ooh that's it, is it!'' he answered;
why we have been ito see Miss Clara
Morris in Miss Moulton. Do you
know that 1 saw General Butler weep
ing q
cob, hush y
Fact, and if you don't believe me
look at General Banks
Sure enough, this cast-iron ex-
Speaker came strolling along in his
dignifed style, and his face like all
the others. indicating the grief that
finds relief in tears.
If you consider this an eXaggera-
ton, witness the rendition of the un-
fortunate mother by this gifted
actress. 1t is no uncommon event to
have the house disturbed during the
performance by some poor lady going
off in Mysteries, and the other night
an elderly gentleman. in striving to
restrain his expressions of grief,
broke down in something like cOnvul-
sions. The next day the wicked men
on Newspaper Row spread the report
that it was old Simon Cameron. whose
guilty conscience had been touched
us the betrayed widow rose before
him, and that he fell sobbing: "Fetch
her along fetch her along some of
you literary fellers. want to make
restitution -
The audience collected at the Ma
ton Capital to witness this perform
ance have afforded me more
interesting study than the strange
play and wonderful performer. Now
that touch of genius fetches out hidden
traits of character and makes an eX-
hlblt OF motion no one ever before
suspected. Who could believe that
Roscoe Conkling could weep! This
man, who sleeps with his arms folded,
with the gas burning all night that he
may be seen and sometimes see him.
self at all hours as the Senator-can
you believe that, hidden in the recess
eS of box devoted to himself, he
wiped his Senatorial eyes and blew
his Senatorial nose in grief, like the
humblest of them!
Blaine--impulsive, kind-hearted,
magnetic Blaine--cried outright, with
an abandon that actually indicated
enjoyment Of the relief.
Dawes--the Dodger Dawes-will
you believe it. actually put his arm
that he generally keeps in the Treas
ury about the neck of old swallow
tailed Hamlin, adown whose aged
nose the tears were falling, and said:
Ham, my friend, let us be better
men,
Dawes. responded Hamlin, .'let' s
Il feel as if l had religion. don t
you!"
Cant say, Ham; never had any.
but I'll get some
Senator David Davis. the 800 pounds
of Senatorial adipose, kept one in
doubt rs to where the perspiration
ended and the tears began. Incredi-
bic as it may seem, he appeared to be
weeping all over.
But by far the most impressive
spectacle was a group of Southern
men one night who gave way to their
emotion with an abandon that is de-
lightful to look upon.
"Gentleman.' cried Lamar. gazing
out with gloomy, distracted look i'm
presses one with the belief that he is
lost in the dim distance of a dark
future. and sees darkly .sthe chariot
of Gabriel a coming with four white
horses and rusher in the Lead to
toat his eloquent soul to the further
,, banks of Jordan-.'Gentlema this
is eloquence personiied.''
1T must be- responded Hill.
! wiping his eyes and then gazing GU
riously at his handkerchief. for 1
believe | shed tear. She reminds
: me of an effect l once produced-.' =
IF any one dare say she is not the
: greatest of all actors.'' cried Joe
Blackburn. IN shoot him on the
spot
!, Joe did not say what spot. whether
the seven or ace. but no one doubted
his sincerity. for by quoting Stanton
as rendered by Dix he proved the
intense excitement under which he
: labored.