Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-11-25


| oppressive to be borne by feeble beings
and broken spirits"
| Isn't, that a picture of the
4 massive desolation which DER awes the
world while the touch '.greater fearsome-
ness lent by the Imagination" shows the
/, quality which invested dramatic shapes
| with spell of such thrilling power as to
| her assumptions. Charlotte Bronte's
burning tribute to her IN yillette, is pretty
much the feeling every one had who saw
her with one being able to voice the i'm
preston with such consummate knowledge
as the deep hearted observer from the York
shire moors.
In those days of '55 and SO the romance
of the stage was still vivid and strong. No
cold practical touch of the press, and the
advertising manager had brushed away
the bloom of that mystic life beyond the
footlights. The delightful illusion of the
world behind the scenes constituted half
the pleasure and the fascination of the
theater.
Now we see everything with the intense
realism and glare of electric lights.
Every artifce of the scene, and the
| make up is laid bare with ruthless gener-
osity, and half the time more emphasis is
given to the cost of the dresses than to the
| ability of the performer, while the lives of
these stage people-creatures erewhile of
| that vague delightful realm of the fancy,
| are now proclaimed with lola like vul-
garity of detail as part of the business
| advertising essential to crowding the audi
| forum.
In seeing many of these histrionic &C.
lebrities on the boards quite as much con-
| lecture is given to the stories about them,
as to their fictitious personation, and
Imagination is frequenting more busy
with them than any plot they worry
| through in the mimic scene.
Without at all regarding Mrs. Langtry
as legitimately belonging to the play
actors profession, and merely looking at
her az brilliant sort of adventurer fut-
tering within the charmed precinct by the
grace of humbug, we shall all go to see
her when she comes here-because she
lis beautiful. gifted versatile actress, cap
tiyating as Hester Grazebrook, and be-
witching as Rosalind'
OF a verify, no!
We'd all be on hand if she didn't open
her mouth in either part-just to have a
good look at the woman who is said to
have slipped piece of ice down the back
of the Prince of Wales at a supper, and
-k Lel ha 70 ~ =
love to Alexandra.
Do you suppose much Intelligent think
ingwill be given to any dramatic renai-
ton of hers?
Why, all this semi-compromising fol-de-
rol is kept up to defect anything of the
sort, and to what curiosity until the re-
bound brings the coveted cash which is all
toe plain, the one object of this American
raid.
Finally we'll ouder what was the row
between Mrs. Henrietta Pigeon Lsbou-
chere and the Lily, and the cause of her
fight to perfdious Albion.
As with Lengtry the tolerated gaerrillao:
the stage, 80 the charm or perhaps fashion
works with accomplished foreign artists
of the French, German and Italian schools
Women who are admirable Frou-Frous,
narrowing Candles and Adriennss, essay
Shakespeare, and thicken the accent
until the text is filmed over with incom-
prehensibls absurdity, and all our stage
traditions are turned topsy -turvy.
However, in listening to them you feel
as DR.. Samuel johnson did about women
preaching: "Sir, a woman's preachi ng is
like dogs walking on his hind legs. It
is not we'll done; but you are surprised to
find it done at all"
Never mind, says Mrs. Harris, stick to
your traditions, and cite instances of
furnished and gifted histriens who trudged
YEARLY the impoverished path 20 fame in
the olden times. You have a strange
affinity for the genius that is row lustrous;;
ly pinnacled, but was once 80 empty in
! the viscera, if full i the brain. But let
we'll alone, riding in its palace car to
crowded houses, and epicurian spreads,
and maniacally prodigal Gebhards.
The best world is the world of comfort.
Foreigners tampering with Shakespeare,
did you say, and thickening the besuteous
text with unfamiliar accsut!
Didn't j. B. B. declare one CT them to
be 1.-The orator of the stage" And after
the Napoleonic dlctum you enter your
| whimsical caveat!
[ Mrs. Harris is overbeariuZ.