Los Angeles herald., 1892-12-12

scholar and have yet to see the man
whom | deemed fitting rival for Mr.
Booth in the part of the rascally Veni
tian. He is "honest Iago" to the very in
stant he is detected and that ia where
other actors failed. The real vi lainly
of Iago, in Mr.. Booths hands, never il
perceptible in the earlier stages of the
play.
MaesiDger's play OF A New Way to
Pay Old Debts is to me revolving piece.
1t shows the debased and greedy old
English squire in all his moral deform-
ity. Mr.. Booth used to play t1at part
in former years, more because his father
had played it before him than for any
other reason. He has long since given
it up A story about it is told that
Booth, on being complimented by new
acquaintance upon his mastery rendi-
tion of the part, on the previous night,
bah, Sir Giles Overreach was
drowned IN the Bay of Biscay."
| In this there was great deal OF truth,
| for q. V. Brooke was unouestionably
ahead of Booth in that part. Brooke
! was great comedian as we'll as a trage-
dian; and there are passages in A New
Way to Pay Old Debts which demand
the presence of a comedian. Tho same
is true, in greater degree, however, OF
Louis XII. Charles Kean failed in the
latter play, as also did Fechter, for want
of comedy in his nature and Bouci-
cault's failure could only be attributed
10 the lack of tragic force which was
indispensable in the stormier scenes of
the play.
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picked up San Francisco paper the
other day, and read the death OF lady
who was relgniDg iavorite on the Cali
fornia stage 30 years ago. She was
beautiful girl as l now recall the first
time / saw her in San Francisco, SO
years ago. She was q sweet, lovable
creature, with fine blue eyes and
wealth of golden hair. Her complexion
was the prettiest pink and. white one l
ever saw, yet her mouth spoiled an 9TH
erwise pretty face. But her figure was
something worthy the chisel of Canova
or the brush Of Titan. She always wore
the smallest ehoes and gloves of any wo-
man in San Francisco, aud her taste in
dress was always exquisite, Her best
impereonation was Ion, in Judge Tai
fouTd's great acting play OF that name,
and we'll do recall the ecene where the
heroic Greek youth parts from the girl
he loves, depicting the military glory
that awaits him:
Clemanthe-oh, unkindl
And shan we never see each other?
Ion-tpauAing) Yes!
nave asked that dreadful question of the hills
That look eterna,; of the rowin ng streams
Thai lucia flow forever; of the stars,
mid whose fie d, of sZule my raised spirit
la, Hath rod in glory. All were dumb. Bas now,
While thus gaze upon thy living face
fee tn love that kind es through its beauty
Can nev rwholy perish-we shall meet
Again, Clemanthe!
She was woman of good native iudg.
ment and no little shrewdnese; and pre-
ferred the condition of an old maid to
that of an unhappy wife. She saved
some money in the '60's and bought
some property in what was then called
the Western addition. 1t served her
well in the time of need. When the
California theater opened in 1867, under
the management of Barrett and McCul- =
Tough, Miss Jnce was one of the leading
ladies, Sophie Edwin being the other. |
Poor Sophie is Is years dead, by the |
way. Miss Ince continued there after |
Mr.. Barrett's withdrawal for a few |
monthe, and was contemplating a re.
turn to New York to live with her wild.
owed sister, Mrs. Joseph Hall, when |
Divine Providence interposed its ineu-
perable objection. Sweet, pleasant faced
Annette, that never harmed man, wo-
man nor child, was stricken down with |
paralysis.
This was nearly 10 years ago and from |
that hour to some time last week this
pure and lovely woman, with her bright |
face and sweet manners, was wheeled
daily in her chair to the window of her |
room and back to her bed at sundown.
Then it was that the sublime patience
whi h was the underlying trait OF her
character began to assert itself. Old
friends dropped in upon her, only to
lind her the same sweet voiced woman
as in her long past girlhood. She sat
at her window and saw the spring buds
TALL from the trees, the swimmer come
forward with its rare and radiant glow.
She beheld the autumn stealing on with
pace, in purple and golden
vista OF ripened fruits; and, from her
eyrie, behed the clapg.
ng wild fowl ringing their way south
ward as their mighty but weary pinions
aimed the chill winter air. And in all
hose long and weary years not one
luerulous whisper escaped her.
x*x
She saw old friends passing one by
,ne away, but she was left to mourn
hem, although her tapering fingers
we're not permitted to strew garlands
lpon their graves. Mary Woodward,
he Queen Kathrine of our pioneer days,
vas the first to answer the dread sum-
mons, and then went Sophia Edwin, her
,nly rival in Evadne and Emilia. After
hat Junius Booth took his departure
or the silent land, and handsome Ned
adams, the only Rover, followed him
lcross the sea without shore. And
till she lived on, after hope was gone.
Fhe end came about ten days ago, and
he gentle, patient woman cleft world
hat had been better one for her hav-
ng lived in it. Well might she ex-
'laim, with England sweetest songster:
oh, what were life. If life were all? Thine
Are blinded with thy tears, or thou wouldst
see
'hy t, easures wait thee in the far-off skies;
And Death, thy friend, shall give them all,
to thee!
HIDALGo.
A Costly Dairy.