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A Queer Career.
A QUEER CAREER .
NOCTUENE IK A MINOR—THE KEY OF THE STEEET . BY BEO . SAMUEL POYOTEE , P . M . AND TKEASUEEE , EuTJGOTirE , NO . 902 . — P . M . AIILENiliUM NO . 1491 . " Gome , in what key shall a man take you , to go in the song ?"— " Benedkk , " ifuek Ado ahmi
Nothing , Act i ., So . 1 . " I like to be a vagabond , it ' s such a jolly lark . "—Pojndar , hit vulgar , lallad . " My name is Augustus Theopmlus Nutts , An actor I ' ve been in my time ; I have played many parts on the strange stage of life , In the ' general utility' line . " Old Song .
TJ E is my hero—I don't know his name . Tortures shall never make me believe—they ¦ * - * - may induce the hypocritical profession of faith , as physical pain has had the power of coercing into external acquiescence in all ages—tortures , I say , shall never constrain me to credit that any human being ever legitimately possessed the impossible cognomen of Yigilance Jollybody . Tet that is the only name I ever heard my hero assert belonged to him . I always knew him as Mr . Mole ; but then I had christened him
so myself from a certain facial excrescence which will be hereafter descanted upon . So if you please we will call him Mr . Mole throughout this sketch of his very queer career . Tou will observe in an opening quotation above—a sort-of text to my sermonthat an impersonator of character in a humble sphere of art—a kind of " downy stage veteran , Who had once got so far as to carry a letter on "—
proudly implies that he has not lived altogether in vain . I am not quite sure that this gentleman ' s doggerel assertion—and you will have observed the sublime disregard he displays for the laws of rhyme in the concluding noun—I am not certain that the boast could be legitimately uttered by my hero . That he has played many parts I shall proceed to exemplify . That they have been of general utility either to himself or to anyone else is at least doubtful . However , I do not despair of gaining your assent , before
I have done with him , to the proposition that he filled one useful . role at least , if only that assigned by Dr . Johnson to the memory of Swedish Charles . I will try and make him point a moral , at all events , —as for adorning a tale , why , " Story , God bless you , I have none to tell , sirs . " At irregularly recurring intervals during the last forty years the information has been lyrically communicated to me that " She "—I don't know who she was— " wore a wreath of the ni
roses on ght when first we met . " I think the late Thomas Haynes Bayley was responsible for this sentimental ballad . Butterfly Bayley , you know he used to be called , because he inflicted upon the world that inexpressibly inane piece of drawing-room twaddle , " I'd be a butterfly . " Lord ! Lord ! as Mr . Pepys would say , what vapidity our fathers and mothers did put up with in their drawing-rooms !—I think—I really do think that their children are wiser . But to return to the young lady with the coronal and the coronach . * I remember as a child I used to sing this ballad
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Queer Career.
A QUEER CAREER .
NOCTUENE IK A MINOR—THE KEY OF THE STEEET . BY BEO . SAMUEL POYOTEE , P . M . AND TKEASUEEE , EuTJGOTirE , NO . 902 . — P . M . AIILENiliUM NO . 1491 . " Gome , in what key shall a man take you , to go in the song ?"— " Benedkk , " ifuek Ado ahmi
Nothing , Act i ., So . 1 . " I like to be a vagabond , it ' s such a jolly lark . "—Pojndar , hit vulgar , lallad . " My name is Augustus Theopmlus Nutts , An actor I ' ve been in my time ; I have played many parts on the strange stage of life , In the ' general utility' line . " Old Song .
TJ E is my hero—I don't know his name . Tortures shall never make me believe—they ¦ * - * - may induce the hypocritical profession of faith , as physical pain has had the power of coercing into external acquiescence in all ages—tortures , I say , shall never constrain me to credit that any human being ever legitimately possessed the impossible cognomen of Yigilance Jollybody . Tet that is the only name I ever heard my hero assert belonged to him . I always knew him as Mr . Mole ; but then I had christened him
so myself from a certain facial excrescence which will be hereafter descanted upon . So if you please we will call him Mr . Mole throughout this sketch of his very queer career . Tou will observe in an opening quotation above—a sort-of text to my sermonthat an impersonator of character in a humble sphere of art—a kind of " downy stage veteran , Who had once got so far as to carry a letter on "—
proudly implies that he has not lived altogether in vain . I am not quite sure that this gentleman ' s doggerel assertion—and you will have observed the sublime disregard he displays for the laws of rhyme in the concluding noun—I am not certain that the boast could be legitimately uttered by my hero . That he has played many parts I shall proceed to exemplify . That they have been of general utility either to himself or to anyone else is at least doubtful . However , I do not despair of gaining your assent , before
I have done with him , to the proposition that he filled one useful . role at least , if only that assigned by Dr . Johnson to the memory of Swedish Charles . I will try and make him point a moral , at all events , —as for adorning a tale , why , " Story , God bless you , I have none to tell , sirs . " At irregularly recurring intervals during the last forty years the information has been lyrically communicated to me that " She "—I don't know who she was— " wore a wreath of the ni
roses on ght when first we met . " I think the late Thomas Haynes Bayley was responsible for this sentimental ballad . Butterfly Bayley , you know he used to be called , because he inflicted upon the world that inexpressibly inane piece of drawing-room twaddle , " I'd be a butterfly . " Lord ! Lord ! as Mr . Pepys would say , what vapidity our fathers and mothers did put up with in their drawing-rooms !—I think—I really do think that their children are wiser . But to return to the young lady with the coronal and the coronach . * I remember as a child I used to sing this ballad