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The Asylum For The Aged And Decayed Freemason.
mers appeared to exert themselves to the utmost , and the enthusiastic acclamations with which they were hailed are a sufficient guarantee of their excellence in their several parts . It would be , perhaps , injustice not to mention the name of Miss Romer particularly . If this young lady does not equal her foreign competitors in thrilling execution and sustained poiver of voice , she certainly falls nothing beneath them in the truthdelicacy , and fervour with which she pourtrays the character
, that she has undertaken . AA-llson might , perhaps , have acted with more spirit ; but the touching sweetness with which he sang the music allotted to him , made more than amends for the trifling deficiency . The Good night 1 introduced at the end of the first act , between him and Miss Romer , called forth an unanimous burst of applause . In the last act Miss Romer , in portraying the distress of Amina at being supposed guilty , and her subsequent joy when cleared of suspicion
, surpassed even herself . The effect was electrical , and the rapturous acclamations of tbe audience when the curtain fell , again attested the triumph which she had achieved . The following address , written for the occasion by Brother Douglas Jerrold , was then delivered by Brother John Wilson : —
IN types we speak : by tokens , secret ways , AA e teach the wisdom of primeval days . To-night , ' tis true , no myst ' ry we rehearse , Yet , —hear a parable in homeliest verse . A noble ship lay found'ring in the main , The hapless victim of the hurricane : Her crew—her passengers— -with savage strife , Crowd in the boat that bears them on to life : They see the shore—again they press the strand—A happy spot—a sunny , fertile land !
But say—have all escaped the ' whelming wave?—Is no one left within a briny grave ? Some few old men , too weak to creep on deck , Lie in the ocean , eoffin'd in the wreck . They had no child to pluck them from tlie tide , And so unaided—unremember'd—died . But orphan babes are rescued from the sea By the strong arm of human sympathy . For in their looks—their heart-compelling tears—There speaks an eloquence denied to years .
The shipwreck'd men , inhabiting an isle Lovely and bright with bounteous nature ' s smile ; And richly teeming ivith her fairest things , Ripe , luscious fruits , and medicinal springs , Must yet provide against the changing day—The night ' s dank dew—the noontime ' s scorching ray ; For nature givingstill of man demands
, The cheerful industry of willing hands . But some there are among our shipwreck'd crowd , Spent of their strength—by age , by sickness bow'd ; Forlorn old men in childhood ' s second birth , Poor , broken images of Adam ' s earth !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Asylum For The Aged And Decayed Freemason.
mers appeared to exert themselves to the utmost , and the enthusiastic acclamations with which they were hailed are a sufficient guarantee of their excellence in their several parts . It would be , perhaps , injustice not to mention the name of Miss Romer particularly . If this young lady does not equal her foreign competitors in thrilling execution and sustained poiver of voice , she certainly falls nothing beneath them in the truthdelicacy , and fervour with which she pourtrays the character
, that she has undertaken . AA-llson might , perhaps , have acted with more spirit ; but the touching sweetness with which he sang the music allotted to him , made more than amends for the trifling deficiency . The Good night 1 introduced at the end of the first act , between him and Miss Romer , called forth an unanimous burst of applause . In the last act Miss Romer , in portraying the distress of Amina at being supposed guilty , and her subsequent joy when cleared of suspicion
, surpassed even herself . The effect was electrical , and the rapturous acclamations of tbe audience when the curtain fell , again attested the triumph which she had achieved . The following address , written for the occasion by Brother Douglas Jerrold , was then delivered by Brother John Wilson : —
IN types we speak : by tokens , secret ways , AA e teach the wisdom of primeval days . To-night , ' tis true , no myst ' ry we rehearse , Yet , —hear a parable in homeliest verse . A noble ship lay found'ring in the main , The hapless victim of the hurricane : Her crew—her passengers— -with savage strife , Crowd in the boat that bears them on to life : They see the shore—again they press the strand—A happy spot—a sunny , fertile land !
But say—have all escaped the ' whelming wave?—Is no one left within a briny grave ? Some few old men , too weak to creep on deck , Lie in the ocean , eoffin'd in the wreck . They had no child to pluck them from tlie tide , And so unaided—unremember'd—died . But orphan babes are rescued from the sea By the strong arm of human sympathy . For in their looks—their heart-compelling tears—There speaks an eloquence denied to years .
The shipwreck'd men , inhabiting an isle Lovely and bright with bounteous nature ' s smile ; And richly teeming ivith her fairest things , Ripe , luscious fruits , and medicinal springs , Must yet provide against the changing day—The night ' s dank dew—the noontime ' s scorching ray ; For nature givingstill of man demands
, The cheerful industry of willing hands . But some there are among our shipwreck'd crowd , Spent of their strength—by age , by sickness bow'd ; Forlorn old men in childhood ' s second birth , Poor , broken images of Adam ' s earth !