Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-03-26
Charles T. are well depicted before those
frisndly old-time footliehx.

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frisadly oid-time footliehts.
THE yIloHr or rxrll
Another strain Of .'Rule Britannia" and The
boat house by the sea again-ths innocent home
in CONSERVATION; the fight Of Emily; poor
Ham bursting in At the marrow door with the
wild and vengeful cry. "He's damned villain
and his name is Steerforth;" the faithful uncle
steady. abiding purpose. expressed mid tears Of
sorrow. TO save his niece from utter infsmy,
and Ddctds bitter memory OF his false iriend's
parting words 10 him - they last stood hand In
hand han ere leaving London for oriny Yarmouth
"lf anything should occur TO part ns,
Daisy, think Of me at the best =
all these things are thrillingiy rendered and
ably performed And now the end ts near.
The storm and surf and wreck on Yarmouth
sands, the noise Of the fierce tempest, the
tumult on the strand, james Ses1orfh cast up
bleeding on the rocks and dying-splendid 70
the last and losing his Wild life on the very
spot where Lutte Enilys ruin had been planned,
all to the tender strain Of Rule Britannia.
now played with slow and touching cadence
and immense expression.
Our stout friend on the Left appIauds 10 the
extent that be grows strangely purple 10 the
face and drops his hat and umbrella on the floor
with sudden and startling bang. This awakes
MS from our spellbound revery. Al . call from
the house Mr. Burton, in the vestments OF the
and informs us with pardonable pride that an
American audience has Witnessed David Cop
perheld" performed before British audience
has had that lucky opportunity-a tribute to
our native enterprise and energy.
For fully fifteen minutes afterward, during
which time the roast beef, and brown stout,
and plum pudding, and dense fog, and busy
streets, and sea-cosl fires subside and stow
themselves away In memory's recesses we are
unmindful of surrounding objects and forget
Gal 49, .~s IL --..f1 II
ater and waiting for the sfterpiece We are
deeply thinking how good writing and good
acting can lend charm to the most common
place occurrences Of life and that their mission
lies deeper than the surface il they but serve to
teach us that the smiles and tears OF that sort
OF people are as holy and human % our own.
TIE PIcKwIcK CLUE
The prompter's bell soon breaks upon our
senses, and, a. the music ceases. now . melange
Of popular English airs, "The British Grena-
diers," "The Roast Beef Of Old England, I"
wrapping Old Stairs" and The Bay o. Biscay,
o., lfor this Is a Boz and London night, and
British to the core) the curtain rises on THE
Pickwick Club" So =
Blake is the immortal Picl1cick, Burton Tony
Weller, Johnston his hopeful son Samuel and
Miss Hill Mary. the hoLsemaid. TRACY Tup-
man, the sportsman Snodgrass and the poet
Winkle 6tly appear amid great delight and
hilarity. Aunt Rachel duly elopes with Alfred
Jungle. Messrs. Dodson and Foqq and Se,,oean,
Buzfuz, together with the blighted plaintiff in
the famous breach of promise suit, the Wsdo,c
Bdrdea. and her cherished little boy, are seen in
that remarkable trial brought against the be-
nign and astonished P,cl1rtck The whole
winds mp with a merry Christmas scene at Mr..
Wdr,dle's country seat with plenty Of dancing,
carol singing, kissing under the mistletoe and
generous good cheer on the part Of the jolly
company and the worthy old host himself
We all are better and brighter for enjoying
that 3ovial Christmas eve 30 deity drawn from
one Of Dickens books.
And now the green baize falls, the garish
lights grow dim in the old theater, and as the
spectral groups fade one by one the clouds
gather around the picture and we wake as from
a dream to the knowledge that many Of the
people and the places We have tried to pain,
nave changed or passed away. Old Time ID
ever busy with his work Of scattering the leaves
and crumbling the stones and making new
things old. DAVID GRAHAM Apkk-