Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-04-08
CHAT.


You never know how it is going to be-
but generally you do here.
The person On the boards always 'sings"
or reads" his or her lines with unques-
toned admirableness and perfectness.
That's stereotyped and saves trouble.
1t might just as well have WY ap-
pended, for it r as all seasons for its own.
What bothers US just now is a whole
week of criticism, and something a little
out of the cut and dried formula must be
evolved.
From what?
tortuitous circumstance is favorable
oncein while for filling up. We are relieved
to know that Signor Carts simo's lack of
animation is due to indisposition, not, as
we might unadvisedly infer, to artistic de-
fciency.
It is well to know what is sickness, and
what is stopping over.
while since 1 read in a Western paper
notice of Thomas w. Kesne's Hamlet,
which was refreshing departure from the
canons of authoritative opinion.
1t said that the want of enthusiasm
manifested by the audience was in no wise
attributable to any fault of the actor,
but twas due to the inherent deficiency of
the play ITSELF" and furthermore that sit
was a grand thing to see how much this
great man could make out of the little
which we call Shakespeare"
This is what is probably known as the
courage of ones opinions.
Nowadays the eccentric minded Ameri-
can has positive twist in him towards the
despoiling of Shakspeare's fame, and the
belittling of his creations.
There is a rather recent volume by Mr..
Edward P. Vining, entitled "The Mystery
of Hamlet" wherein the author ingenious
| ly develops the thesis that Hamlet was a
woman in love with Horatio, and Jealous
of Ophelia.
| He soothes US by saying that it is not
claimed that Shakespeare ever fully inten-
ded to represent Hamlet as indeed wo-
man. 1t is claimed that in the gradual
evolution of the feminine element in
Hamlet's character, the time arrived when
it occurred to the dramatist that so might
a woman act and feel, if educated from in
fancy to play princes part, and that
thereafter the changes in the character and
in the play were all in the direction of a
development of this idea.
Perhaps Anna Dickinson was the right
one after all to guy the melancholy Dane.
It makes good deal of difference who
says things though.
The late Richard Wagner sneered at
Mendelssohn, fouted Meyerbeer, scorned
Schumann and jeered Brahms.
Per contra some one asked Reber.
the well known musician, his
opinion of Wagner's music.
SIT is not an art" said he, ''but dogma.
You mast believe in it without being able
to understand it,
Anyway critics are generally made.
They are seldom born. Sometimes poets
are made too expressly for the occasion
ike-Dsve Blakely in that dedicatory ode,
flynn to Art" 1t seems as
tif it might have been inclu-
ded in the builders contract. For
a city which advertises "inspirational
speakers" Dawes muse is little labored.
However all that dedication needed along
with such poet was Sergeant Bates car
rying the American flag.
| Withal Dawes muse is high flyer.
Fellows moved by the divine aflatus
wouldn't be apt to call art "matchless
queen and rhyme her up to 'demesne."
Would they now?
They'd be more likely to speak of some
deIectabIe, impersonaly sort of universal
woman, whose sway might be called bound
less, endless and sublime-and ell that sort
of thing.
But Dave you will perceive, gets off this
finale:
For thou dost reign, a matchless queen.
Whose noble sway unchallenged stands,
| And whose enchanted, charmed demesne
Is Beauty's home in all the lands!
To keep company with his lay, the unre-
generate mind thinks out something in
this strain and wholly without poetic Ii
cense:
For thou did'st reign DER pensions Sweet
Whose fees did not unmulcted stand
While righteous Davy knew the feat
For claiming diYvys underhand.
Leastways Dave did ''make an effort that
would go straight to the heart of Mrs.
Chick.
Only Mrs. Dombey acOuld die after hers,
while Dave will live to pocket the spends to
a ripe old age. Much good may they do
him!
"Do you' says Mrs. Purryanfaint ''do you
write the Blowers critiques?' Critiquss,
good gracious! Not I.
For, only mere mention is permissible.
Mrs. Purryanfaint plumes herself on
graciosity to persons outside of her set.
Her whole expression seems to say 81
amt bit proud, behold how nice can be
to you. What must 1 be in the fulness
and intimacy of my attractions"