The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1886-03-31
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. FUN.

DIALOGUE-VACATION FUN.
Grandmothe ther.....~...............Miss Lila Moore
Children -. Masters Ashby Pope, Frank Tomp.
kns. and Misses Sue Moore.
| Maggie Rice. Lois Pratt, and
Maud Beacham,
| REcITATIoN-CHARLIE MACHREE.
Miss Lutie Foreman:
Come over, come over the river 10 me,
If ye are my laddie, bold Charlie Machree.
Here's Mary Mcpherson and Susie O'Linn,
Who say ye're 1aint.hearted, and dare not
plunge In.
But the dar rkolling river. though deep as the
sea,
know cannot scare you, nor keep you from
! me;
For stout is your back and strong is your arm,
And the heart in your bosom is faithful ana
| warm.
Come over, come over the river to me,
If ye ure my laddie. bold Charlie Machree.
sec him, I see him. He's plunged in the
| tide, !!
| aside.
o the dark rolling water shoots swift as the
| sea,
But blithe is the glance or his bonny blue e'e;
His cheeks are like roses, two buds on a
Who says ye're faint-hearted, my brave laddie,
| now.
Ho, no, foaming river. ye may roar as ye 60,
| But We Gamma bear Charlie to the dark loch
| below!
Come over, come over the river to me,
My true-hearted laddie, my Charlie Machree.
He's sinking, he's sinking, o what shall do !!
Strike out Charlie boldly, ten strokes and
ye're thro'.
He's sinking, Heaven! Neer fear, man,
I've a kiss for ye. Charlie, as soon as ye're
| here!
He rises, I see him,-five strokes, Charlie,
He's Shaking the wet from his bonny brown
| hair;
He conquers the current, he gains on the
Ho where is the swimmer like Charlie Ma
| chree!
Come over the river. but once come to me-,
And III love you forever, dear Charlie Ma
chree.
He's sinking, he's one,-o God 1t is /, -
must die.
Help, I2ss selp'-ah' he riseS'-stFhe out and yeFe
Ho, bravely done, Charlie, oncn more now, for
Now cling to the rock, now give me your
Yc're safe, dearest Charlie, ye're safe on the
land!
Come rest on my bosom, If there ye can sleep;
| T r. f,t1t n nfan
Ye have crossed the wild river, ye're risked
all for me, ~.
| chree.
Recitation-The Brides of Enderby.-Miss
Rebecca Moore. >,,--
Sallie Bozeman, and Master Thomas Moore.
| p1ALoGUE-AUNT BETsEY'S BEAUX.
Aunt Betsey Miss Ludie Bozeman.
Nieces .... Misses Annie Blake, Sallie Osborne,
and Lizzie Jones.
Beaux...... Ma asterS Thomas Anderson ana Ma
| ner Rice.
! DIALoGUE-THE BLACKSMITHs.
AW-Clang, Clang!
Master Inos. Kinard:
The massive anvils ring.
AN-Clang clang!
Master Thos. Kinard:
| A hundred ham InerS swing.
Like the thunder-rattie Of tropic sky,
The mighty blows still multiply.
AN-Clang, clang!
Muste,. 7hos Knard:
Say, brothers Of the dusky brow,
What are your strong arms forging now?
! AU-Clang, clang! We forge the coulter now
The coulter Of the kindly plough.
Muster James Berry,:
Prosper it, Heaven, and bless our toll!
May its broad furrow still unb1nu
i To genial rains, to sun anu wind,
The most benlgnant SOIL!
Au-Clang, clang!
Master Wistar Nichols:
!; Our c0ulter's course shall be
On many sweet and sheltered lea,
BY many u streamet's silver tide,
: Amid the song OF morning birds,
Amid the low OF sauntering herds,
Amid soft breeZes which do stray
Through wOOdbine hedges and sweet may,
Along the green hills side.
Master George Miller:
When regal Autumn's bounteous band
/. With widespread glory clothes the land
When to the valleys, from the brow
OF each replendent slope, Is rolled
A ruddy sea of living gold-
, We bless, we bless, tie plough.
| Au-Clang, clang!
Master Ihos. Kinard:
|, Again, my mates, what glowS
+ Beneath the hammers potent blows?
All-Clink, clank! We forge the giant chain
! Which bears the gallant vessels strain,
Mid stormy winds and adverse tides.
Master John Fouche:
Secured by this, the good ship braves
The rocky roadstcad, and the waves
, Which thunder on her sides,
Anxious no more, the merchant sees
The mist drive dark before the breeze,
I The storIn-cloud on the hill;
, Calmly he rests, though lar away
In boistcrous climes his vessel lay,
Reliant ON our skill.
q Master Ernest Pblson:
Say, on what sandslthese links shall sleep,
o Fath0mS beneath the solemn deep;
# BY Africs pestilential shOre,-
BY many an Iceberg. lone ana noar,-
BY many pnlmy Western isle, .,
Basking In Springs perpetual slnile,-
BY stormy Labrador.
Master Hiram Johnson:
l., Say, shalt they feel the vessel reel,
When to the batterys deadly peal
q The crashing brOad-side makes reply7
0r ,,,r,, n at thp rIorit,1S Nile.