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The Charities.
'" Where shall I dine ?'—These are ominous words : —and as the hero of the farce will , we fear , too correctly show—not the words of consolation—but then crumbs of comfort will flow from the enquiry . " ' Lovers' Quarrels . ' In this little interlude is exemplified a few of those little jealousies which nearly all of us have one time or other experienced in passing through that delightful period of our existence , when ' our hopes and fears" are most easily roused by the Green-eyed
Monster . " The Amateurs beg to express a hope that the reward of their exertions will be the approbation of their friends , and a bumper house to assist in raising the Masonic edifice .
" THE ADDRESS . ( Written by Brother J . F . SMITH ) " While pleasure ministers at mercy ' s shrine , While beauty crowns it with her light divine , E ' er yet the spell dissolve , whose silken thrall , Whose rosy fetters bind the hearts of all ; Fain would I deprecate the Critic ' s sneer , The lash whose venom Roscius' self miht fear .
g Bind him by all that can life ' s cares beguile , By 'Woman ' s sovereign rule , by Woman ' s smile , To break stern criticism ' s iron laws , And spare us Actors , for the Masons' cause ; That cause is CHARITY , —to aid her prayer , To cheer life ' s pilgrim in this vale of care , To bid the toil-worn wanderer cease to roam ,
To rear our Aged Brothers' humble home , We venture boldly in the Thespian field , Our'lance humanity , —bright hope our shield . — - As the sworn champions of unfriended age , Firm in our sacred cause the war we wage , Fell poverty the foe we would subdue , This our arena—ancl our judges YOU .
, We cannot fail , each fair our cause defends , Beauty , and Charity , were ever friends . — Rome , in her palmy days , a wreath oft gave To him whose hand a citizen should save ; Esteem'd her civic crown , in honour far Beyond the laurel or the victor ' s car;—If the old mistress of the pagan world ,
Whose banners , conquest to the wind unfurl'd , But for ONE life preserved , a garland gave , What shall they merit who would THOUSANDS save ? Guard them from misery , from dark despair , The lingering death of poverty and care , A nobler wreath than Rome could e ' er bestow Mercy shad twine to deck the builder ' s brow , Its flowers refreshed by gratitude ' s warm tear , Shall bloom unchanged through time ' s eternal year .
" The entertainments of this evening , February 27 th , 1838 , will commence with a burletta , founded on Mrs . Centlivre ' s comedy of the ' Wonder , ' or , a Woman keeps a secret , ' An Address * will be de-
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The Charities.
'" Where shall I dine ?'—These are ominous words : —and as the hero of the farce will , we fear , too correctly show—not the words of consolation—but then crumbs of comfort will flow from the enquiry . " ' Lovers' Quarrels . ' In this little interlude is exemplified a few of those little jealousies which nearly all of us have one time or other experienced in passing through that delightful period of our existence , when ' our hopes and fears" are most easily roused by the Green-eyed
Monster . " The Amateurs beg to express a hope that the reward of their exertions will be the approbation of their friends , and a bumper house to assist in raising the Masonic edifice .
" THE ADDRESS . ( Written by Brother J . F . SMITH ) " While pleasure ministers at mercy ' s shrine , While beauty crowns it with her light divine , E ' er yet the spell dissolve , whose silken thrall , Whose rosy fetters bind the hearts of all ; Fain would I deprecate the Critic ' s sneer , The lash whose venom Roscius' self miht fear .
g Bind him by all that can life ' s cares beguile , By 'Woman ' s sovereign rule , by Woman ' s smile , To break stern criticism ' s iron laws , And spare us Actors , for the Masons' cause ; That cause is CHARITY , —to aid her prayer , To cheer life ' s pilgrim in this vale of care , To bid the toil-worn wanderer cease to roam ,
To rear our Aged Brothers' humble home , We venture boldly in the Thespian field , Our'lance humanity , —bright hope our shield . — - As the sworn champions of unfriended age , Firm in our sacred cause the war we wage , Fell poverty the foe we would subdue , This our arena—ancl our judges YOU .
, We cannot fail , each fair our cause defends , Beauty , and Charity , were ever friends . — Rome , in her palmy days , a wreath oft gave To him whose hand a citizen should save ; Esteem'd her civic crown , in honour far Beyond the laurel or the victor ' s car;—If the old mistress of the pagan world ,
Whose banners , conquest to the wind unfurl'd , But for ONE life preserved , a garland gave , What shall they merit who would THOUSANDS save ? Guard them from misery , from dark despair , The lingering death of poverty and care , A nobler wreath than Rome could e ' er bestow Mercy shad twine to deck the builder ' s brow , Its flowers refreshed by gratitude ' s warm tear , Shall bloom unchanged through time ' s eternal year .
" The entertainments of this evening , February 27 th , 1838 , will commence with a burletta , founded on Mrs . Centlivre ' s comedy of the ' Wonder , ' or , a Woman keeps a secret , ' An Address * will be de-