The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1885-11-05

the men and women things without heart
or feeling or soul; the men created by
tailors, and the women by millincrs and
mantuamakers. All show of feeling or
emotion was sternly repressed; a man
heard of his wife's dishonor or his sis
ter's ruin, and invited the betrayer to
dinner; the grossest crimes we're COM
mitted and condoned without any more
show of feeling than you might expect
from an Egyptian mummy. From this
disreputable and demoralizing drama
Signor Salvini has raised US, and in his
Othello or Morte Civile, we have a man
who feels like q man and acts like man,
and is man. The Metropolitan Opera
House has been we'll filled to greet the
great Italian, and although the perfor.
nance is polyglot-SigHor Salvini speak.
ing in his native Italian ard the rest of
the company in English, so rare is the
actors faculty and peerless his genius,
that they triumph over this seeming in
congruity. and even the most unintelli-
gent of the audience can follow him as
If he we're speaking their native tongue.
All of the theatres seem to be doing
we'll. There is some grumbling about
the prices to see Mary Anderson, but
the manager says, that when one lady
draws thousand dollars night, the
prices must be high, if he is to pay the
rent of the theater, and the rest of the
company. The fault is not with Miss
Anderson, who very naturally desires to
get all she can-the fault lies with a
foolish public, who cater to the woman's
vanity and enormous estimation of her.
self. She is actually engaged upon the
stage each evening, at the most, one
hour, for that she demands one thousand
dollars, and gets it. That represents the
labor of two men for one year at ten dol.
lars week, and there are thousands OF
men in this city that do not make half
as much. Industrious girls who work
ten hours 8 day would have to work for
four long weary years for the sum that a
foolish public pays to Mary Anderson in
an hour. There is something radically
wrong in all this; it is fitting that talent
should have its reward, but the disparity
is too great when the toilers and wage
workers who labor all their lives just
escape starvation, and the mummer's
who only contribute to our amusement
roll in every luxury, and 60 clad in pur-
pie and fine linen.
An interesting event was the advent OF
the original Jubilee Singers at Plymouth
Church in Brooklyn. When the Fisk
University was still incomplete, band
of unknown negroes came to Brooklyn,
and called on Mr.. Beeoher, telling him
that they were going to sing for funds to
complete their college. At that time
we had never heard the sweet melody of
the Golden Slippers, and Hang Low
Sweet Chariot, and all of those marvel
lous songs which have since stirred the
heart of Cbristendom. The great pastor
of Plymouth opened his church to them,
and they then began that triumphal
march that has led them to fame and
fortune. All Of the original singers have
aged; but the sweet melody of their
songs still move laughter and tears as Of
yore, and as the audience swept out OF
the church and into the night, you could
bear from the little groups as you passed
God bless the Jubilee Singers. .
Yours truly,
=, BROADBRIM.