Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1878-11-09
"THE JIBBENAINOSAY."

dubbed with the title above quoted. 1t is a
combination OF plot, counterpart and mar
plot with locale somewhere within that
melodramatic, and some like Gascony, the
State of Kentucky The motive and activity
of the piece date back to the rather worn and
turgid romantcals which lends a moribund
phosphorence to the memories of Daniel Boone
and the outrageous legends which find a
border-like expression in the curdling name
of "The Dark and Bloody Ground" The
play we believe was written for that stout
and burly knight of the sock and buskin, Mr..
Joseph Proctor, of a well nigh centennial
memory About Proctor cluster the memo
ries OF "Bloody Nathan the Avenger," and
of his associates of the trail and the hunting
time, Weenongan, the chief of the Shawnees,
Pinkashaw, Roaring Ralph and Tom Bruce.
The following racy description of perform
ance of this highly sensational drama is pre-
scented for the ear of those who may be inter
ested in matters relating to the stage, We
quote from recent issue of the New York
Tribune:
Readers of history, who pause to ponder
upon the extinguished lives of great and good
men, naturally find their hearts melted with
pitiful regret that those lives were not per-
mitted to extend into our own sterile and
dolorous period. The past they observe, is
past and, as touchingly remarked by King
Macbeth, in one of his retrospective mo-
ments, 1.-The Wine of life is drawn, and the
mere lees is left this vault to brag of "
&c T,1i hos y Tod
Solomon-and his numerous Widows no
more. Bayard was long ago Injured. Wash
ington has, for many years, been mortuary
candidate for monument in the Sweet By
and By. There is, in fact, no escape from
the general conclusion that, like the immemO-
rial human seed-bag of genteel comedy this
poor old world has seen better days. Upon
the mind of the historic student, therefore,
it usually rises like lump of effete salt,
which the summer flies have frescoed, which
has lost its SAVIOR, and which can never be
sweetened any more And yet there is
thought which-barren and friged though our
age has become-should feelingly persuade us
that we are not all unblessed Even in that
recent sad hour when the ponderous and mar
BILE Jaws of The North american Recielc were
opened to cast up the affecting wall of the
venerable Mr.. Boucicault, for those golden,
ndlCyOn Gays OF DtlrDd0e, DellefIOn, MIS-
Abingdon and Madam Vestris-which he 80
we'll remembers, and with which, no doubt,
his aspiring mind was coveal-it was still pos
sible to find, in some part of our soul, drop
of patience This is, undoubtedly bad
world and all the men and women who hap
pen to be left upon it's surface are miserable
sinners. Many of our suburban villages are
overrun with small dogs Most of our large
cities are afflicted with critics-who, while
they vallow in self generated ignorance,
gather in their annual tons of gold from the
auriferous though reluctant actor. 1t is diff
cult to see how the state of mundane things
could be worse than it is, and We do not mar
vel in the least when we behold Mr.. Bouci-
cault Chat light of other days y and similar
dear friends of refined and exalted civiliza-
ton, wringipg the salt tears from their grief
stricken pocket handkerchiefs And yet we
is a thought, Though all else be
gone-though King Arthur's funeral, together
with the mysterious undertaken who conduct |
ed it, have exhaled-we still have left the Jib- |
benainosay This is no common reflection. |
Those who deem it such, or who would |
for moment, contemplated this subject with |
levity. are ignorant of it's serious import. |
They should spend their evenings in Niblo's |
Theater, and learn what it is that could charm |
their ancestors and has survived to redeem
their own forlorn condition. 1t was the learned |
Mr.. DAILY, we believe, who invented for Dr.
Johnson the remark that ''that which pleases
long and pleases many, must posses some
merit" 1t was the Jibbenainosay to whom
the Doctor referred when he wrote thatsapent
Jibbenainosay. who, accordingly
must have been a renowned parsonage in the
reign of George the Third, and who surely
is the most marvellous figure that has come
down to us from the storied past. He rose
again last hight in the classic precincts of
Niblos; and it is pride and pleasure to
state that he is as fresh, original, wonderful,
and fascinating as ever. Enthusiasm could
say no more. Truth can say no leas. He
IAN have never doomed more grandly than he
lid upon this occasion; and to see him shoot
lown the cataract, begrit with fire, was to
thrill with emotion such as it were vain to
liter In what manner he chiselled his way
,onsummated vengence; what rivulets of san
,uineous fluid were swelled by his diligence in
carving the red men; what corpses lay out
,pon Niblo's stage; what lamentings were
heard in the air; and what CHASTITY, lurid
mage it all was of frensy, butchery and DEATH
we're better con iectured than told This work.
We say again, is something that the student of
he drama should miss Mr.. Proctor seems to
AVE kept ardently alive the fires of earlier
avs. His voice, always sonorous and pa
hetic, is still mellow. His gestures are still
arge, comprehensive and massively graceful.
lis earnestness has never abated one iot, and tt
is action ever it was, remains vltalized
nth the ayaltatinn Of firmly jmaoinat We