The Poole Telegram. — 1882-02-10 (Poole, Dorset, England)

MRS. EVERETT AT THE ROYAL.—This talented lady, assisted by her sister, Mrs. Drake, gave a recital en Friday night at the Royal Hotel Assembly Rooms, im aid of a fund for working the Church of England Temperance Society. There was a moderate attend. slice, and the ladies were introduced by the Mayor, It. N. Howard, Esq.—Mr'. Everett apologised for taking on herself to appear there ; but she was very much interested in the society and wished to raise a fund for working.it, and she hoped this would be considered sufficient excuse. The ladies were accompanied by a young pianiste, who played at the beginning, and between each recitation. Of the latter we may at once say that Mrs. Everett was meet successful, and will neyer require an apology again. She was, indeed, greatest in the pathetic, end rose to a grand height in " The Victim," where the deepest feeling had to be rendered, with a great deal of dramatic art. She commenced with Miss Proctor's " Angel's Story," which her ability at once saved from the fate of first pieces in general—that of only moderate success; she preduced a conv:ction of her power at once, and her faultless memory was also much admired. "The Frenchman and the Rats," certainly, had to be taken as a foil to the next piece, "The Piece where the Old Horse Died," by Why's Melville, and even those who have not the good fertune to possess eue of the friends of man must have been stirred to true feeling by her excellent description. Mrs. Drake gave Praed'e " Belle of the Ball," which exactly suited her style: she admiralty rendered the sentimental combined with the humorous, and made quite as much of the vivo oe it delayed, We, Lulea Vie  Children's Hospital" so exquisitely w.mked on the sympathies of her audience as to draw tears, and in "The Vi...tim" showed tins tragic art. Mrs. Drake commenced the second part with Tennyson's "Lord Burleigh ;" but it would seem that humaur is the laly'sfork; Mrs. Everett was beyond herself in her "14orthern Cobbler," her intonation, her veraatility of pronunciation, and the true pathos underlying all, combined to make this one of the best of the evening. Yet she had no mean triumph with her sister, when they gave Aytoun's " Burial March of Dundee," for It was indeed a triumph to succeed in investing with interest, however fictitious, the memory of Clever. house, a murderer cowardly enoagh to, in co ,lest blood, blow out the b ains of a godly man before his wife and children. While the ladies were reciting, it required the steadiest memory of hittory to make us agree with—  The provost, deuce mon, (wba) said " E'en let it be," For the toun is well rid o' that deil o' Dundee. But the sympathies and reason and artistic instinct of all were with Mr.. Everett in Jean Ingelow's " High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire." The beautiful description of the pastoral sc Ines, the Cows, the cowslips, the mellow grass, and sweet Eliz ebeth with her soft milking song, were rendered with truly delicious tenderness, and the terrible woe that fell on the people by the inrush of the sea, while the steeples rang the wardng tune, were felt wits sad reality, and convinced u. that Mr.. Everett's heart was in her eft rt. "The Ba'aclava Charge" was indeed grand, and Mark Twain'a " Ts amp Abroad" served to divert irons feelings almost too acutely r‘. used. We earneat'y hope to hear Mrs. Everett again.—At the close Dr. Lush gracefully expresse I the thanks of the audience, the numbers of which he wished were commensurate with the talents displayed.