Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1897-02-27
NUPKINS AWAKENED.
THE ONLY PLAY EVER WRITTEN BY
WILLIAM MORRIS.


1t Was a Satire the Justice Dispensed
by Sir Peter EdIin-The Poet Artist Took
a Part HimseIf-A Socialist Benefit Per-
fOrmance.
On the subject Of the theater, an en-
thusiastic young first nighter would
probably have given Morris up after the
first attempt to gather his opinion Of
"The Secosd Mrs. Tanqueray" as an
ordinary citizen who had never formed
the habit of playgoing, and neither knew
nor cared anything about the theater
except as treat for children once year
during the pantomine season. But Nor
ris would have written for the stage if
there had been any stage that poet and
artist could write for. When the Social
list league once proposed to raiee the
wind by dramatic entertainment and
suggested that he should provide the
play, he set to at once and provided it.
And what kind of play was it? Was
it miracle play on the lines of those
scenes in the Towneley mysteries be-
tween the shepherds abiding in the
field" which he used to quote with
great relish as his idea Of a good bit of
comedy? Not at all. 1t was topical ex-
travaganza, entitled "Nupkins Awak-
ened," the chief character parts" be-
ing Sir Peter Edlin, Tennyson and all
imaginary archbishop Of Canterbury.
activity at that time in sending social
lists to prison on charges of "obstruo-
tion," which was always proved by get
ting policeman to swear that if any
passerby or vehicle had wished to pass
over the particular spot in a thorough
fare on which the speaker or his audi
ence happened to be standing their pres
ence would have obstructed him.
This contention, which was regarded
as quite sensible and unanswerable by
the newspapers of the day, was put into
nutshell in the course of Sir Peters
summing up in the play. "In fact, gem
tlemen, it is a matter of grave doubt
whether we are not all of us continually
committing this otfense from our cradles
to our graves. " This speech, which the
real Sir Peter of course never made,
though he certainly would have done SO
had he had wit enough to see the abb
surdity of solemnly sending man to
prison for two months because another
man could not walk through him. es-
pecially when it would have been so
easy to lock him up for three months on
some respectable pretext, will probably
keep Sir Peters memory green when all
his actual judicial utterances are forgot
ten.
AS to Tennyson, Morris took social
ist who happened to combine the right
sort of beard with melancholy temper
ament and drilled him in certain por-
tentous incivility of speech which, taken
from the quality of his remarks, threw
light on Morris opinion of Tennyson
which was all the more instructive be-
cause he delighted in Tennyson' s verse
as keenly as Wagner delighted in the
music of Mendelssohn, whose credit for
qualities of larger scope he nevertheless
wrote down and destroyed.
Morris played the ideal Archbishop
himself. He made no attempt to make
up the part in the ordinary stage fash
ion. He always commended that no more
was necessary for stage illusion than
some indistinct conventional symbol,
such as halo for saint, crook for
bishop, or, if you liked, cloak and
dagger for the villain and red wig for
the comedian. A pair of clerical bands
and black stockings proclaimed theArch-
bishop The rest he did by obliterating
his humor and intelligence and present.
ing his own person to the audience like
lantern with the light blown out, with
dull absorption in his own dignity
which several minutes of the widest
screaming laughter at him when he en-
tered could not disturb. l laughed i'm
moderately myself, and I can still see
quite clearly the long top floor of that
warehouse in the harrington road AS I
saw it in glimpses between my parox.
ysms, with Morris gravely OH the stage
in his bands at one end; Mrs. Stillman,
a tall and beautiful figure, rising like
delicate spire above sky line Of city
chimney pots, at the other, and a mot
ley sea of rolling, wallowing, guffawiDg
socialists between.
There has been no other such success
full first night within living memory,
believe, but | remember only one dra
matte critic who took care to be present
William Archer Morris was so inter
ested by his experiment in this sort of
composition that he for some time talk.
ed of trying his hand at serious drama
and would no doubt have done it had
there been any practical occasion for it
or any means Of communicating it by
stage representation under proper condi-
tions without spending more time on
the job than it was worth. Later, at one
of the annual festivities Of the Hammer
smith Socialist society, he played the
old gentleman in the bath chair in a
short piece called THE Duchess of Bays
WATER (not by himself), which once
served its turn at the Haymarket as
curtain raiser. 1t was impossible for
such born teller and devourer Of sto
ries as he was to be Indifferent to an art
which is nothing more than the most
vivid and real of all ways of story tell
ing. No man would more willingly
have seen his figures move and heard
their voices than he. Saturday Review.
Solving a Problem.
AT a technical college on the CONT
nent, when the students of different ma
tionalities had to solve a practical prob
lem in the workshops, the German
took out anotebook and immersed him
self in IOno calculations The Freucb