The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1877-11-04
ADJUSTMENTS.


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of Hnnnicnui, .l,on, "pi,, Van winlIo" Elm, MI
the dooJorizino Of Mr. Jenrrsou and ali thc
rose ,vnt.r Of tho nulo,,,s,s ,nnno, des,r,v
The snmn hond tba, f,shin,oJ "rormosop
ont If tho dir, NJ tho s,,,,,s ,rod,uod ,his ov
nuisitc Torso ont If hross md cIa,
Nothing lint the vital sniri, ~ Mr. TcYerson
eyer kent II from fnllino IN niccc. Ana ,vitb
all due respect TO Mr.. J.rorson | think bis vitaI
spirit might have been i'm better business
Nevertheless. | 20 to seq the porformance
whenever Mr.. Jefferson comes nm This way
and. with a decent regard to the npinions Tor
shall say prciudices ~ of mankind | merge
myself TO the puehin,. poin,
By dint of much nrnr,ice bnva ,,ot An tho,
oan rhansodiy. incidentally vv.u ov.r tho nor.
formance myself. and slim, sweetness and LIGHT
for n week after Rio I'm. timed for me the rosv
hours
II ANYBODY should tell me now TINT the MAY
wright who built the framework of the drama
upon which Mr. JefIerson has hunp the match
less Jewels of his genius tmnichless Jewels of
his genius nnttor myself il GOOD cvcn IL IL bn
not mincl had unwittingly and inexcusably Jn
graded his characters in the rndenvor Tn give
them a theatric interest. | should call him n
craven iconoclast. Il Philstinc. a thing utterly
Incapable OF being touched by tho molean voice
Of poesy that breathes through the dend hones
of lis old legend.
T,c fact is. now that think Of II. that rolean
music breathing through d,nd bones ia onr Of
the great demands of our time. and we must
not overlook il. Mortuary poetry has become "A
trndc, and the morbinc whimper trolls its plain-
tive way through the critical no less than the
obituary column.
1t becomes US all TO tune our lyres in the mi
nor mode. bid the audacious sun To act " and
when we are asked TO tell blnck from white
plead the binding sweetness of these tears
"Rip Van Wrinkle" belongs to thi. modern
school. The soft. silken sadness" of the tipsy
yokel winds itself about our bcwildered hearts.
aud puts a delicious fog upon our Judgment.
And so IL should be- Where will be- the yaunt-
ed magic of the mimic scene IL our common
sense must pierce all the silver sophistr;cs of
the stage?
Can Won gaze unon tha, nic,ure Of Rim rou
Winkle's home and NOT have your pulse ouick-
ened and your eyes bedimmed? Is il not. after
all manly cpitome of human experience Is
il NOT rs sad M the mins,er h.lls ring bv ,ha
wind. and rs sweet and trne as a babv's kissg
Certainly tits,
There is the SCENE I, lie Grs,cLea's boma
Gretchen Is bis wife and y, noursa a woman
But 81, don't count In comes the tender vnya.
bond hims,lf How, our h..s,,s yarn, d, hin,
Instantly Such n hopa for hin, Ia Gonna IN
Home and wife nnd him mr.. d.sols,. and dis.
consulate There is somathing .xouisi,nlv
beautiful in ,be ,vov Rim has brou,h, al.ou, ,bs
vears. Tbis wretchsd woman who has M mora
COMPREHENSION Of the noesv Of life md dr,,nl..
enness than n critic tries 10 keen from starving
he xnsbin,, clo,bos sho Il a,s,,atr ,ror,a,-
ish md w.at in nor orect,o,s mud dis,-.ssin,,-
~ strong in her sense of dutv she has hecn
woi,ipy for Rim md sba nr.nar.s 10 90 In
search Of him. when he lounges in His u,ter
indifference In her solic,uda ia sadIv swe.,
His tander hadip.go T. ,ohlr ,i,,,ras,ua ~,
This unileol wifi. has no admiration for ,,ranhic
imnrovidanc. A drunk ,o bar ,rossic snul hr
any o,har mama would suall 40 bad In bor
dun mind sh. thinks shs has bean ,nada
wr.tcbe.l nv a heartIoss besotted American I'M.
morist
II ia lef, for the audienca 20 500 tho noetrv ~
in.bri.,v and f,,al The. ,,yer of ,anius IN trans
ar. ,t.,. yri,b ,a,,Iar la,',h,ar- ,rao,hIn,,
beautv
She tells him sho Is starNinp--she tells IL with
a womanly sob of anguish and without anri.
mony. With wha, exquisite tact R,p turns her
misery into Joke. and ssizes upon her hunger
10 wound her freshly with story Of the game
he did not shoot
The more YOU look AT this the more distinc,ly
you perceive tho inner shirt 81 t.oesy II il
ike the color In the heart OF the rose il ia like
the light tina, never WAS on land or sea 10 our
bewitch.d sepsihilities II has the pathetic whis.
Nor az the falin, leaf the inartionlate inefYshla
melody of the purline brook. Itakes Us OF our
critical pins. so TO speak. ike funeral with n
brass band
But in all her trouhle Gre,ob,n il readv M tho
least dispiuy Of pcnitence or Kindness To forpi,
him. He only plays in his gentle way with her
feelings and is too exuuisitelv absorbed In hi,
,chnaups TO think of her
Finally. she takes the bottle awav from him
and sinks down with her bend unon the table
| hroken-hear1ed and gives wav To her tnisarv
and grief,
Then there l. not woman In the audience
hut feels that IL is an outrage 10 rob him O, the
| liquor Every sentimental bodice henvas with
| indignation nc the net which will preyent the
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