The Sun. — 1863-04-03 (London, England)

STAGE SCENE IN AMERICA.—A writer, who has travelled extensively, slys that he witnessed rather a strange Ecene in Shakespeare's beautiful tragedy of "Romeo and Juliet." It was at one of the Western theatres. The piece had passed cff well without interruption until the last scene, The character of Romeo was I excellently enacted and loudly applauded. The very model of the lover was before the tomb of the Capulets, Basing upon the motionless form of her who had so attracted his soul, and meditating upon committing an act which would send his spirit to that undiscovered country where he sup • poses Juliet's had gone. Just as he exclaimed, " Here's to love I " and at the same time raising the vial which contained the poison to his lips, a stalwart young countryman jumped upon the stage, seized him, dashed the vial horn his hand, crushing it into atoms, and yelling : " Yer stupid fool, she ain't dead I Only been takin' a little sleepin' medicine. Didn't yer get the parson's letter ?" " Sirrah I" growled out the enraged tragedian, while the house fairly shook with laughter. " Why, yer girl ain't dead, I tell yer. The way it was, they wanted to make I Julie marry that chap thar," pointing at Paris, "whose business you have just settled; but I tell you Julie war Pluck—she got her back right up, and vowed she wouldn't do it, even if she war lying in the vault and the ghost of the other feller whom you kilt should dash her brains out with the bones of some of her dead cousins. Wal, her pluck war !!!........„,...„--.......,............... hum. That's the way it war," up, and she took the stuff the parson fixed; so she could play 'possum till you got 1 • his tugs his elbow, and at the same losing The speech of the Duke of ARGYLL, at the Eden- added the countryman,. giving the desperate timelover a poke in burgh banquet, on Wednesday, is well worth read- 11th/drib:, "Curse on the fellow!" muttered the raging trageing. The noble duke had the honour of returning ... dinan, as he stalked behind the scenes. " Wcafi'thnetetwa,7l:taida thanks for the toast in honcur of her MAJESTY'S the countryman,hope‘ to be swowed. Ministers, and on that congenial subject, under the leetle the meanesth cuksßsl givter for stopping him from pizenin influence of his native country, he expressed him-o frontingl thed i (al audience, e In ce, thanks tarnlv swashed if ever I go to inter self with more force and simplicity than common. ferem again whenp a feller wants to murder himself'n' hThat'slf allh;lieet to htle•meeentO In looking back on the last ten years he recalled tinned, ai he clambered back to justh.iso.senat,,on tact with the those eventful struggles which have made the nameßook. preventeurt his upperd story from cocamit2ns,ortap BOOKSELLERS it descended.—Amer -Abooks bookseller eNrDwhAo: aT dilO heardßS • of war no uncommon sound in the ears of those who Balzac : grew up when Europe was hushed in the trail. % anecdote is related of the late distinguished writer writer of great promise quillity of the forty years' peace. He refused to Iyoungilg subscribe to the modern dogma, that would have i resolved to offer him 3,000 f. for a t novel, but en being told that he lived in an obscure street us believe the war with Russia a mistake. He 'in the old part of Paris he observed that he must be a deprecated the supposition that, by the new lights plebian, and that he would offer him but 2,000 f. On arrive around us, the affairs of that day could be better ifinogo floor. t the,,ohouse ht he was a s told tbat.dßalzac lived on the fourth l of