WEBB'S JUVENILE DRAMA.

THE
BATTLES
OF
BALAKLAVA and INKERMAN

A Military Spectacle,

IN TWO ACTS.

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WEBB'S

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BALAKLAVA - Scene 1st

WEBB'S JUVENILE DRAMA.

THE
BATTLES
OF
BALAKLAVA & INKERMAN,
A Military Spectacle,
IN TWO ACTS.

Written expressly for and only adapted to
WEBB'S CHARACTERS & SCENES IN THE SAME

London:
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AT HIS WHOLESALE AND RETAIL
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CHARACTERS REPRESENTED.

M E N .

LORD RAGLAN
SIR COLLIN CAMPBELL
EARL OF CARDIGAN
HARRY HAWSER
SANDY MCGREGOR
CORPORAL MCKENZIE
PADDY O'DRISCOLL
GENERAL CANROBERT
PRINCE MENSCHIKOFF
BARON POPINSKI

WOMEN.

VICTORINE

English and French Staff Officers, Light Cavalry,
Dragoons, Highlanders, French Chasseurs and Zouaves,
Russian Dragoons, Infantry, &c.,

DIRECTIONS.

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The reader is supposed to be on the Stage facing the Audience.

N.B.—Care should be taken in cutting out the Characters,
that the number of Plate or Set Piece be marked on the back
of the same, that they may correspond with the book.

WEBB'S JUVENILE DRAMA.

THE
BATTLES OF BALAKLAVA
AND
INKERMAN.

ACT 1.

SCENE 1, No. 1.—*View of Balaklava Harbour.*
*Rock wings, No. 13. Time daybreak.* SANDY
MCGREGOR, pl. 3, *discovered on Sentry.*

*Sandy.* They may talk of the cauld i' the north
as lang as they like, but by my troth there's muckle
difference between the bonny highlands of Scotland
and the shores of this deil of a Black Sea—'tis only
October noo, what will it be when January comes;
I'd give something if the Russians would only just
come down noo, I ken it would give us a bit warm-
ing. *Music. Enter* HARRY HAWSER, L.H. pl. 2

*Harry.* What O there, messmate! all right?

*Sandy.* Right or no right, stand and gie the
countersign, or I'll gie you the contents of my piece
and follow it up with six inches of cauld steel.
Come, the password.

*Harry.* Whiskey, laddie.

*Sandy.* Advance, friend. I ken all's well noo!

*Harry.* You'd be no Scotchman if whisky wasn't
a passport to your favor—but come, try this, friend.

SANDY goes towards HARRY as if to drink.

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*Sandy.* And i'ts real Glenlivet, the mountain dew. Ah! Harry, you're a true British sailor to come all this way to treat a friend—here's your health lad.

*Harry.* Belay there a bit, Master Sandy; but don't you see, ever since that jolly battle of the Alma, I've been afloat and served in the Agamemmon.

*Sandy.* The what, mon!

*Harry.* Lor' love your hignorant heart, why on board the Agamemmon at the bombardment of Sebastopol, but now I have volunteered into the naval brigade, to have a turn at the guns in the sailors' battery over yonder, and hearing my old friend Sandy was here, I thought I'd just take a drop of the right sort in my pocket and find him out—so here I am.

*Sandy.* Weel now, Harry lad, that's kind o'ye,

*Harry.* But the morning's fast breaking, so I'll be off, for if it is whispered that it won't be long before that ugly old bear puts his paw out again, so good bye, my hearty, good bye.

*Exit.* R.H.

*Sandy.* Good bye, Harry, good bye, lad,—that's a vera brave laddie, and a drap of guid whiskey too into the bargain. (Distant drum beats.)

*Enter.* CORPORAL MCKENZIE, followed by three Highlanders, pl. 4, R.H. PADDY, pl. 3, to walk by the side of Corporal.

*Sandy.* Good morning, Corporal, is it relieve guard already?

*Corporal.* No, Sandy, but I have brought you a comrade; the general has given orders that the sentries should be doubled, for our scouts report

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the enemy are mustering in great force.

*Exit.* CORPORAL and three Highlanders, leaving PADDY as sentry, SANDY goes towards PADDY.

*Sandy.* Weel friend, you're a highlhander like myself I suppose?

*Paddy.* Faix, and to be sure I am.

*Sandy.* I ken that voice weel, but yo're na highlander mon.

*Paddy.* Sure now, an you're wrong there again anyhow; aint I your old friend Paddy of the Alma; and why is'nt a man born on the Wicklow mountains as much right to be called a highlander as one that comes from the tip top of the Grampian mountains; the only difference is, that I'm an Irish Highlander an you're a Scotch highlander, but now I belong to the 93rd, and have as good a right to bless the Duke of Argyle and play the Scotch fiddle as yourself; but it's mighty cowld it is. (Distant trumpets heard.)

*Sandy.* Ah! mon, I ken there's something brewin; we'll be having another slap at the Russians before long.

*Paddy.* Be my sowl and I'd be glad to see 'em come, for it's tired I am of playing at long boils.

*Music plays "The Campbell's are coming." Enter SIR COLLIN CAMPBELL, L.H. pl. 1, Highlanders pl. 3, to be placed at back of Stage, SANDY and PADDY on each side.*

*Sir Collin.* Sentries, join your regiment—the enemy are advancing in great force—we may shortly expect an attack. Noo lads, I tauld ye at Alma that none but Scotch bonnets should do the work, and right nobly ye did it, anither opportunity

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will soon offer itself. Take up your position in the valley, if the Russian army appears, give them one of your front rank volleys, follow it up with the rear rank one, and if they dare advance, drive them back at the bayonet's point, but remember that the defence of the position depends on you
*Soldiers hurrah and all exit; R.H alone.*

### SCENE II, No. 2—The Russian Outposts. Rock Wings, No 13. Enter PRINCE MENSCHIKOFF and BARON POPINSKI, L.H. pl. 2.

*Men*, Don't talk any more about the bravery of those rascally Turks, Baron, see how they run from us in the last affair we had with them; thanks to the Archbishop's blessing and the strength of the *raki too*, we know how to manage these fellows now.

*Baron*. Why yees, Prince, they certainly did run but they do say they learnt that of us at the Alma'a.

*Men*. Nonsense Baron, nonsense, our running was a stratagem, merely a feint to draw the enemy on, which it has done; look at the plight they are in now; why our Cossacks will swallow those Scotchmen whole—aye swallow them alive I say.

*Baron*. But I've been told those fellows are rather difficult to digest, all muscle and bone, besides snuff boxes, and a thing they call a-a-a Minie rifle, very hard to masticate I fancy.

*Men*. You talk nonsense Baron; our fellows *if* they get a chance will shew you that these Scotchmen are not so tough after all.

*Baron*. Well really Prince you may be right, but who are those bare-legged savages, those Scotchmen, I cannot make them out?

*Men*. O, I see Baron what you mean, I will tell

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you—they are the wives of the men that ride the grey horses.

*Baron*. Oh! Ah! yees, I perfectly understand now Prince. Enter Russian Officer, L.H. pl. 2.

*Men*. Well Sir, what are the movements and positions of the enemy?

*Officer*. The redoubts at the end of the valley are defended only by the Turks, General Chokemoff thinks an attack at that point must prove successful.

*Men*. Very good; I'll be with the General directly. I suppose there is nothing to fear from what you can see of the enemy's numbers?

*Officer*. Nothing your Highness, they have only one regiment of Scotch Infantry in the valley

*Exit Officer, R.H.*

*Men*. Ho! ho! ho! one regiment; there's management for you Baron. Why, as I said before, our Imperial troops will bolt them alive! what a report to send to St. Petersburg! But recollect Baron, as Christians we must charge them, cut them to mince meat, leave not a man alive of those dogs of Turks; come along Baron, I long to be at them. What a glorious thing is a victory.

*Exit MENSCHIKOFF and BARON, R.H.*

### SCENE III, No. 3.—The Valley leading to Balaklava, the Scene to be set at back of Stage. Rock Wings, No. 13. The EARL OF CARDIGAN, pl. 1, ENGLISH STAFF OFFICER, fig. 1 pl. 2. discovered on Stage.

*Staff Officer*. Lord Lucan desires that you advance upon the enemy and retake the guns now held by them.

*Earl of Car*. It must be a mistake? where are the infantry that should support us in such a charge? I really do not understand you.

*Staff Officer.* The order is peremptory; there are the enemy, and there are the guns, it is your duty to take them.

*Exit Officer, R.H.*

*Earl Car.* 'Tis a desperate act for so few men to attack an army in position. I fear there is some mistake, but it must be done.

*Exit L.H., enter Highlanders charging L.H. pl. 5, Russian Dragoons, R.H. pl. 5, they charge the Highlanders, who drive them back. Draw Russian Dragoons off, R.H., followed by Highlanders. Enter*

*SIR COLLIN CAMPBELL, L.H. pl. 1.*

*Sir Collin.* Weel done, my bonny 93rd, I thought the ordinary line twa deep wad be quite sufficient to repel those Muscovite chevaliers.

*Exit R.H., enter Russian Dragoons upper entrance, R.H. pl. 5. English Dragoons L.H. pl. 5, they charge each other desperately, at last the Russians are driven off, R.H. Enter the EARL OF CARDIGAN, leading on the Light Cavalry, L.H. pl. 3.*

*Earl Car.* *(As they pass across the Stage.)* Forward my men. Charge to recover guns are our orders. *Exit R.H. Enter PADDY, L.H. pl. 4.*

*Paddy.* Well now by the powers an I had a near go of it then anyway; thim divel's of Rooshans thought they had me all right, an it's mightyily desaved they were when I give one of them about half-a-foot of this purty little bit of a bagonet, and sent the other two sprawling with jonteel end of the gun; but here's off again, for there's plenty of this sort of fun waiting for us. *Exit R.H.*

### SCENE IV, No. 4.—*Heights of Balaklava, looking towards the Turkish Redoubts. Rock Wings, No,*

13. LORD RAGLAN looking through glass, pl. 2, discovered L.H. STAFF OFFICERS pl. 2, behind him.

*Lord Raglan.* Well done, my gallant Greys, see how they cut their way through that solid wall of Russians. Onward go the brave fellows of the Light Horse bearing down all before them. Ah! the Russians form again; they have surrounded the noble band: God help them, they are lost, hemmed in by immense bodies of Russian troops. No! no! the Russian cavalry waver— they give way—the brave 11th have cut their way through that overwhelming mass;—cheers, gentlemen for the gallant hearts. *(Officers &c., cheer.)* Convey my congratulations to Brigadier General Scarlett, and say “well done!” *Exit STAFF OFFICER, fig 1, R.H.*

*Staff Officer.* My Lord, they do indeed fight nobly.

*Lord Raglan.* They fight like heroes—like lions—and like Englishmen; but come gentlemen, come, we must shift our position.

*Exit R.H., followed by OFFICER.*

### SCENE V, No. 5.—*The Battle of Balaklava. Rock Wings, No. 13. The scene to be set quite at back of stage. Fig. 5 out of set piece to be placed L.H. fig 7, centre. Fig. 8, R.H. all near to scene, ground piece fig. 4, out of set piece in front of them, then place Russian Soldiers, pl. 5, on the R.H. upper entrance. Enter EARL OF CARDIGAN, leading on Light Cavalry, L.H. pl. 3, to charge Russian Foot Soldiers, pl. 5. who are to be drawn off R.H., followed by Light Cavalry. Enter Russian Dragoons, front entrance, R.H. pl. 5, English Dragoons from L.H. to meet them; they fight; push each party together, when the Russians are driven back, followed by*

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English Dragoons. Then enter the EARL OF CARDIGAN, leading the last charge, R.H. pl. 1. Firing and shouting heard. The scene to be closed in by

### SCENE VI, No. 3.—The Valley same as scene 3.
*Rock wings, No. 13.* Enter the EARL OF CARDIGAN, R.H. pl. 1, followed by Light Cavalry, some wounded, &c., R.H. pl. 4.

*Earl Car.* My brave men, when I look at the few that have returned with me this day, I cannot but feel extreme sorrow for those of our noble comrades who are left behind; do not think it one of my mad-brained tricks, I obeyed but the orders of those above me. Had I hesitated or demurred, it might have been taken as an act of cowardice, both on mine and your parts which cannot be said now; but let what may be said, I shall never forget that I once had the honour of leading on such a truly brave set of men.

*The Soldier's cheer, and exit L.H.* Enter English Soldiers with wounded Russians, L.H. pl. 7. They pass slowly across the stage to R.H. Slow music as the Act drop falls.

END OF ACT I.

## ACT 11.

### SCENE VII, No. 6.—Road leading from Balaklava to Sebastopol. Rock Wings No. 13. Scene at back, ground piece. Fig. 4, out of set piece, about half way up the stage. Enter English Soldiers, upper entrance, R.H., pl. 2, followed by cart and oxen, pl. 2, they cross from R. to L. Enter HARRY HAWSER, L.H. pl. 2.

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*Harry.* Well, these Rooshians seem a bit quieter to-day; we gave 'em a few shots from our big guns yesterday, that rather took the shine out of 'em for a little while, but they'll soon be at it again, I reckon, for they are as tough and nasty as seven year old junk. But here comes one of those little angels belonging to the French Army; Lord bless their hearts, they are always among the sick and wounded with a smile and a kind word for all, no matter of what country, they all share alike out of the canteen at her side.

*Enter French Soldier leading mule with ambulance for wounded, &c., out of set piece L.H., followed by French Soldier and Vivandier Victorine, out of set piece, Soldier and Mule go to back of stage, other Soldier and VICTORINE come towards HARRY HAWSER.*

*French Sol.* Ah mistare Harry, how you do, me varree glad to see you.

*Harry.* Thank you, monseer, the same to you; Oh, I beg pardon, young lady, but one of my messmates, Sam Splice, was telling me what a nice hand you was at a song, so I makes bold just to ask you to oblige me, I hope you'll excuse my rough way, miss, seeing as how I aint much given to talk to ladies.

*Victorine.* You wish me to sing you a song, my good man, gladly will I do so; Victorine is always happy when she can please her fellow creatures.

*Song Victorine.*

## PARTANT POUR LA SYRIE.

It was Dunois, the young and brave,
Was bound for Palestine;
But first he made his orisons
Before Saint Mary's shrine.

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"And grant, immortal queen of heaven,"
Was still the Soldier's pray'r,
"That I may prove the bravest knight,
And love the fairest fair.
His oath of honour on the shrine,
He graved it with his sword;
Then follow'd to the Holy Land,
The banner of his lord:
Where, faithful to his noble vow,
His war-cry filled the air,—
Be honour'd, aye, the bravest knight,
Beloved the fairest fair.

*Harry.* Bravo, bravo, thank you miss. *(aside.)* Beautiful, there's a voice for you, why, it is as sweet as the nightingal's.

*French Sol.* Come now, mistare Harry, it is your turn next after leetle Victorine.

*Harry.* Why, you see, monseer, I'm only a rough and ready sort of a chap, but I'll do my best. *Soug Harry.*

## RED, WHITE AND BLUE.

O Britannia, the pride of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of the sailor's devotion,
No land can compare unto thee;
Thy mandates make heroes assemble
With vict'ry's bright laurels in view;
Thy banners make tyranny tremble,
When borne by the red, white and blue.
Then the grog, boys, the grog, boys, bring
Fill, fill it up true to the brim; [hither,
May the name of our admiral ne'er, wither,
Nor the star of his glory grow dim;
May the English and French ne'er, sever,

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But both in their friendship prove true;
The Russian bear we must thrash now or never
Then three cheers for the red, white and blue,

*French Sol.* Varree mush good, mistare Harry,
but I shall wish you one good day.

*Harry.* Good day monseer, good day miss Victorine. *(Exit Soldiers and Victorine, R.H.)* Well as I am so far I'll just take a peep, at the land side of this ugly looking place of Sebastopol. *Exit* R.H.

### SCENE VIII, No. 2.—Russian outposts, same as scene 2, *Rock Wings*, No. 13. *Enter MENSCHIKOFF and BARON, L.H. pl. 2.*

*Men.* You don't see that we have gained anything by this battle, pooh! pooh! nonsense.

*Baron.* Well prince, considering all things, I don't think we advance much.

*Men.* Advance, what do you mean, sir; have we not cut up the whole of their light cavalry, totally annihilated it, and yet you talk of not gaining anything.

*Baron.* But your highness is aware that the communication between the harbour and the camp is not cut off, nor in the least way obstructed by our last attack.

*Men.* Gently, gently, gently, Baron, all in good time, that will come next, our devoted slaves, no, no, I mean soldiers, will soon stop that for them.

*Enter Russian Officer, L.H. pl. 2, bringing on HARRY HAWSER, disguised as a female with bonnet on, L.H. pl. 4.*

*Officer.* Your highness, we have taken this woman prisoner—she was found wandering about our camp.

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*Men.* Now woman, what brings you here? a spy I suppose, come to take notes of all that's going on.

*Harry.* O, please your bearship, don't harm a helpless young cretur like me; you see that our soldiers are rather short of oil to clean their muskets with, so I thought I'd just come and treat with you for a gallon or two.

*Men.* Helpless indeed. *(aside.)* By Jove she's a strapper Baron, you know we never treat with an enemy, this excuse won't do for me.

*Harry.* Lor bless your innocent heart, I say we were at pretty close quarters the other day, my eyes, what a licking you got at Balaklava too, you won't try that caper again old stick-in-the-mud, will you.

*Baron.* It strikes me, Prince, this is an old acquaintance, by the intolerable smell of tar.

*Harry.* Tar did you say, O, yes, we *ladies* always use tar to keep our hair smooth, and when a soldier marries one of us that uses too much tar, they say he has caught a Tar-tar.

*Men.* Away with this he-she woman, and see that the thing does not escape.

*Officer.* I will attend shortly with the guard to remove her your highness. *Exit MENSCHIKOFF and OFFICER, R.H.*

*Harry, (Advancing near to Baron.)* O, you lovely young bear, you surely never will cage such an innocent young thing as me.

*Re-enter MENSCHIKOFF, R.H. pl. 2.*

*Men.* By the bye, Baron, I understand from good authority, that the enemy's right attack at Inkerman is rather weak, we'll bring our forces to bear on that point; no time to lose; some of the guns are already in position, are they not Baron?

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*Baron.* Yes, your Highness, and the remainder can be got up in one night, making ninety pieces in all.

*Men.* Very good indeed, excellent. The Grand Dukes feel confident of success at that point, and intend to delay their return in order to witness the winding up, I may say, of these blundering Allies, under cover of the mist; to-morrow morning we advance; be sure and don't let that feminine machine get away, we must keep her till all is over *Exit R.H.*

*Harry.* O, most handsome young Rooshian, what can a poor gal do to harm such noble warriors as you, it will be the death of me to part from you —come to my arms my own love.

*Goes to embrace the BARON.*

*Baron.* O, dear, that intolerable smell of tar again, I shall certainly faint. O! O! O! by St. Catherine this is most offensive; this tar is overpowering.

*Harry.* Why yes, you see they generally say that of the British tars.

*Baron.* Ah! that means English sailors. I must have this fellow secured.

*Harry.* Aye, aye, my fine fellow must you, then I'll show you how a British tar will act.

*Exit HARRY R.H. Re-enter HARRY with bonnet off R.H. pl. 4, goes towards BARON as if to put bonnet on his head.*

*Baron.* Oh, the atrocious monster, he surely is going to smother me. Help! help! *Rushes off* L.H.

*Harry.* Ha, ha, ha, here's off then while the coast is clear. *Runs off* R.H.

SCENE IX, No. 4.—The heights same as scene 4.

*Rock Wings No. 13. Enter LORD RAGLAN, L.H.*

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pl. 4, *followed by* English Staff Officers, pl. 2.
*Enter* GENERAL CANROBEFT, R. H. pl. 4, *followed by* French Staff Officers, pl. 4.

*General Can.* Information has reached me, my Lord, that the Russians contemplate an attack on the right of our position; have you heard to that effect?

*Lord Raglan.* I heard from one of our sailors who was taken prisoner and escaped, that they are preparing to attack us at that point, and also that the Russian soldiers dread a second encounter with us.

*General Can.* I have heard as much, but fresh reinforcements have arrived, and so confident do they appear of success, that the Grand Dukes have delayed their departure to St. Petersburg, so that they may take part in the engagement and share the victory—that is if they gain it, my lord.

*Lord Raglan.* Well General, come when they may, I trust we shall be ready to receive them and send them back with diminished numbers.

*General Can.* I have no fear for the result, my lord, though sickness and death has so thinned your brave troops; at all events I will be prepared to assist you in case you need it: you can have 10,000 French troops at a moment's notice; but adieu, my lord, and till we meet again, good night.

LORD RAGLAN and CANROBERT go towards each other as if to shake hands.

*Lord Raglan.* Good night, General. I sincerely thank you for your kind offer, should I require them, I will encroach thus further on your generosity.

*Exit* GENERAL CANROBERT and FRENCH STAFF L.H.,

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LORD RAGLAN and STAFF OFFICERS R.H. *Enter* PADDY R.H. pl 3. *Upper entrance comes forward.*

*Paddy.* Well, be the powers, this is a illigant looking place anyhow, I don't like the looks of things at all at all. The French General may be right. That divil of a bear may be cutting out fresh work for us. Now suppose I was to take a little peep at the iminy on my own private account, just to see what they're afther, maybe if I gained some information of their movements the Commander might make an ensighn of me. Och! murther Paddy, an ensighn sure; well, they do say that every French soldier carries a Marshall's batton in his knapsack,—an illigant kind of rolling-pin that same batton is sure. Now by St. Patrick, I'd be satisfied to find a subaltern's epoulettes in my pack; but here goes to try my luck.

*Exit* L.H. Now place the scene at back of stage and set the wings in close. Lights half down, so as to appear as if a mist was rising. *Re-enter* PADDY running, L.H. pl. 4.

*Paddy.* (Speaking low), to your guns, every mother's son of ye, the divels of Rooshians are coming up the hill by thousands. I'll alarm the picquet and be off to the General at once.

*Exit* R.H. After a short time Russian Soldiers marching, pl. 6, they cross the stage from L. to R., and exit. Shouting and loud firing heard. Then draw off this scene and discover

SCENE X, No. 7.—The Battle of Inkerman. *Sand Bag Battery, shewing the Guards driving the Russians from the Battery. Rock Wings, No. 13.*