The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-04-08
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" | And in my form the temples sway and
 reel,
 And the utmost isles are anguished | I but raise
 An eyelid and a continent shall cover My .nger makes the city solitude, The mourning metropolis silence,
 And kingdoms pine in my dispeoplinf I can dispeal the sea, a province 'weal Upon my little finger;. all the winds
 Are busy blowing odomes in min' Il And I am wrapt in glory by the sun. EAnd am lit by splendors of the moon tAnd diadem'd ly glittering midnight To wine of the world the odom ant
 gold of itv
 The beauty of Pappaea sabina glow'
 in the poets lines as 1t burned to mad
 ness all who behld 1t. t.Beauty like for the loveiier, thus describes her: I "A woman without piety. beautiful
 She makes the earth we tread on false | the heaven
 A merest mist. vapour. Yet he' Is as the face of child uplifted, Ever she smileth. .et hath never And in her lonely laughter is no joy. Yet hath none fairer strayed into the world--"
 Pappaea dying apostrophizes her own beauty, a beauty that lives in the worlds memory in the ripe erfecdon "3ive me the glass again; beautiful yet! This face can still enCure the sunset glow,
 No need is there for me to sue the shadow,
 Perfect out of the glory I am going To go to strangers Into a world of whispers And this hair Rolling about me like lighted sea Which was my glory and the theme of l., the earth, Look. Must this go? The grave shall have these eyes Which were the bliss of burning em- perors.
 After what time. what labor the high |, gods
 Builded the body of this beauty up! Now at a whim they skatter ity The deepest pulsing of the poets lines are those of Nero and his mother. Her. fierce ambition for him, her re- lentless war against all that stand in the way of her determi 'tion for his |impe-ial sway Ten fold in him tion before which she herself must fall.
 | The curtain falls upon the last of the Caesars gazing upon a burning IsRome.
 In the earliest scene of his em- bracing the imperial majesty of his state Acte prophecies the lonely last day to come the close of all his glory when only her arms are faithful to bear him to the tomb of his fathers the Domitti on the Pierian Hill: Though none came nigh you, being
 dead,
 Who were in life so thronged about
 and pressed
 One hand at least would duly pluck One hand at least would strew them on
 your grave"
 The Title Mart. A comedy in three acts. By Winston Churchill
 If were a writer with bright things to say I should write essays. smart saying. a good paronomasia, a fetch ing conceit keeps it's place well on top in an assay as a Marachino cherry does on ice. In a story or a drama the bright hit goes plump to the bot tom, to down right limbo of forget fulness again Ii. a red, red cherry in the bottom of punch cup. If it must come out 1t must be Efished for. It is ten to one sip the punch and leave the cherry. r MT. Churchill has written some wit ty things in his little play, but they must be fished for, with the bait of an earnest and intent mind. The plot is ot new. The old ser viceabI one of master mistaken for man.. commoner for lord. and the diff ferent treatment meted out by a title worshiping hostess. The neiress and daughter of the house also mistaken for the gay sou brette.
 Kate Hardcastle so charmed the world long ago when She Stopped To Con- quer" that we require much of one who attempts it later. Have modern playwrights never read between the old leather books of those old vol umes: British Drama or do they fancy we have not? As Kate Hardcastle was in the se- cret so is this Edith and she man ages to win the love of the real lord. -'.- A quite new feature introduced into the not novel plot is a heroine wrest- ling at every opportunity. and making opportunities. She nearly jerks the lords arm out of the socket with her jiu pislu Japanese wrestling at first chance acquaintance. She knocks a New York reporter flat and gives him