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Public Amusements.
PUBLIC AMUSEMENTS .
HER MAJESTY'S THEATRE . The subscription season was brought to a conclusion on Saturday evening with " II Flauto Magieo , " not the " Nozze di Figaro , " as announced , Madile . Titieus being indisposed . The performance was thoroughly good—all the favourite pieces being redemanded , comprising the
two airs of the Queen of Light , sung by Miss Laura Harris , and the duet by Madame Hamers-Wippern and Mr . Santley , La Dove Prende . At the end of the opera the National Anthem was given , Miss Laura Harris singing the solo verse .
PRINCE OF WALES'S . A general election is an event not likely to be passed over without that pleasing attention usually given by Mr . W . Brough and Mr . A . Halliday . Therefore , although laughter is bard work in the present warm weather these gentlemen have had their will , and been suffered
to indulge ib at tbo pretty Prince of Wales ' s theatre . "The Mudborough Election" is a constant rattle of small but laughable incidents—the tickling of effective swan shot , rather than tbe knock-down blovv of an Armstrong . In days when novelties are not altogether such certainties as shooting stars in August , wo are glad to notice at
least one on the pre sent occasion . It is that the Messrs . Brough and Halliday begin with a moral , and leave the finish to make its way on its own merits . The moral is , that " What ' s the good of an election , unless it does good to public-houses ? '' And so , when there is no opposition at Mudborough , and no money is being spent on beer ,
the local landlord sets up his waiter as member in effigy , and then the enormities begin . Boh Veshit , the waiter ( Mr . Harry Cox ) , is not suffered to walk over the course quietly . Ho addresses the people , and runs off at the cry of " Waiter ! " This kind of thing , fifty times over ,
confuses matters generally ; besides which two ladies , in somewhat humble walks of life , complicate matters by being jealous , and insisting on immediate matrimony . By all those means a great number of people are throivn into a state of perpetual confusion ; and the "lift , " now familiar to all hotels , and especially in force at
Mudborough , is made the vehicle ( as it may appropriately be called ) of effecting feats undreamed of since the days of Prince Huezzin and his magic carpet , and of always bringing the wrong people together ab the wrong moment . But there never was yet a farce difficulty that could not be got over ; and so an end of Bob Tesket ' s
troubles comes at last , and he is loft comfortably married and settled itt a suitable stage of life , and in all probabibility will never again appeal to the public excepting in a purely professional sense . Mr . Harry Cox proves himself to he a bustling low comedian of very good character and iu che public estimation of the Prince of Wales ' s he
takes up a high position . Miss Lavine and Milla Bella Goodall are excellent representatives of the contending laundress and waiting-maid , and Mr . Dyas fills up the part of the unpatriotic landlord .
Ar01702
THERE are many vices which do not deprive us of friends ; there are many vices which prevent our having any .
Poetry.
Poetry .
OUR SONG . Written in February last for the Lodge of 8 t . John Thornhill , Dumfries-shire . What is that I hear ? Gently , faintly , knocking ? Some one claims onr cheer : " * Hark . ' the echo mocking .
Masons all are kin ; Joyous we ' re together : Bring the stranger in—And greet him like a brother . Clink your glasses , clink ;
Sec their lips a-ringing . Clink your glasses , clink—AU in chorus singing , Hurrah , hurrah , hurrah , hurrah ! What men may do , we dare , man ; Our guide , our life , our law , The compass , book , and square , man . Justuprightwe
stand—, , All that ' s false rejecting ; Loyal heart and hand—All that's good protecting . Knowledge keeps us free ; . Truth defends from danger . Brethren ! pledged are we . To help tbe needy stranger . Clink your glasses , & c .
When our work is o'er , Street is rest from labour ; Still there ' s work in store—Work to help a neighbour—Work to heal the smart Of bitter grief and sorrow ; Cheer a Brother's heart , And make him glad to-morrow .
Clink your glasses , & c . Fill again ! and toast , Joy of every true man , What we love the most—Woman—Sister ! Woman ! ltosy , ripe , and rare , Lips with honey laden ; All that ' s good and fair , Whether Wi ' e or Maiden . Clink your glasses , & c .
Brothers ! when we part , Still remember duty : Faithful hand and heart , True to love and beauty . On the square we stand—All that ' s bright before us—Joyous ! hand in hand—And heaven smiling o'er us . Clink your glasses , & c .
SLEEP ON , MY HEART . ( From the German of liuoXEBT . ) Sleep on , my heart , in peace ! The weary flow'rs are sleeping , Refreshing- deivs from heav'n Each petal gently steeping .
Sleep on , my heart , in peace ! All life is round thee sleeping . Like eye of God , yon moon O ' er all its watch is keeping . Sleep on , my heart , in peace ! Tho' fear and sorrow leaven Thy life on earth . Shrink not , All's sent by Him in heaven .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Public Amusements.
PUBLIC AMUSEMENTS .
HER MAJESTY'S THEATRE . The subscription season was brought to a conclusion on Saturday evening with " II Flauto Magieo , " not the " Nozze di Figaro , " as announced , Madile . Titieus being indisposed . The performance was thoroughly good—all the favourite pieces being redemanded , comprising the
two airs of the Queen of Light , sung by Miss Laura Harris , and the duet by Madame Hamers-Wippern and Mr . Santley , La Dove Prende . At the end of the opera the National Anthem was given , Miss Laura Harris singing the solo verse .
PRINCE OF WALES'S . A general election is an event not likely to be passed over without that pleasing attention usually given by Mr . W . Brough and Mr . A . Halliday . Therefore , although laughter is bard work in the present warm weather these gentlemen have had their will , and been suffered
to indulge ib at tbo pretty Prince of Wales ' s theatre . "The Mudborough Election" is a constant rattle of small but laughable incidents—the tickling of effective swan shot , rather than tbe knock-down blovv of an Armstrong . In days when novelties are not altogether such certainties as shooting stars in August , wo are glad to notice at
least one on the pre sent occasion . It is that the Messrs . Brough and Halliday begin with a moral , and leave the finish to make its way on its own merits . The moral is , that " What ' s the good of an election , unless it does good to public-houses ? '' And so , when there is no opposition at Mudborough , and no money is being spent on beer ,
the local landlord sets up his waiter as member in effigy , and then the enormities begin . Boh Veshit , the waiter ( Mr . Harry Cox ) , is not suffered to walk over the course quietly . Ho addresses the people , and runs off at the cry of " Waiter ! " This kind of thing , fifty times over ,
confuses matters generally ; besides which two ladies , in somewhat humble walks of life , complicate matters by being jealous , and insisting on immediate matrimony . By all those means a great number of people are throivn into a state of perpetual confusion ; and the "lift , " now familiar to all hotels , and especially in force at
Mudborough , is made the vehicle ( as it may appropriately be called ) of effecting feats undreamed of since the days of Prince Huezzin and his magic carpet , and of always bringing the wrong people together ab the wrong moment . But there never was yet a farce difficulty that could not be got over ; and so an end of Bob Tesket ' s
troubles comes at last , and he is loft comfortably married and settled itt a suitable stage of life , and in all probabibility will never again appeal to the public excepting in a purely professional sense . Mr . Harry Cox proves himself to he a bustling low comedian of very good character and iu che public estimation of the Prince of Wales ' s he
takes up a high position . Miss Lavine and Milla Bella Goodall are excellent representatives of the contending laundress and waiting-maid , and Mr . Dyas fills up the part of the unpatriotic landlord .
Ar01702
THERE are many vices which do not deprive us of friends ; there are many vices which prevent our having any .
Poetry.
Poetry .
OUR SONG . Written in February last for the Lodge of 8 t . John Thornhill , Dumfries-shire . What is that I hear ? Gently , faintly , knocking ? Some one claims onr cheer : " * Hark . ' the echo mocking .
Masons all are kin ; Joyous we ' re together : Bring the stranger in—And greet him like a brother . Clink your glasses , clink ;
Sec their lips a-ringing . Clink your glasses , clink—AU in chorus singing , Hurrah , hurrah , hurrah , hurrah ! What men may do , we dare , man ; Our guide , our life , our law , The compass , book , and square , man . Justuprightwe
stand—, , All that ' s false rejecting ; Loyal heart and hand—All that's good protecting . Knowledge keeps us free ; . Truth defends from danger . Brethren ! pledged are we . To help tbe needy stranger . Clink your glasses , & c .
When our work is o'er , Street is rest from labour ; Still there ' s work in store—Work to help a neighbour—Work to heal the smart Of bitter grief and sorrow ; Cheer a Brother's heart , And make him glad to-morrow .
Clink your glasses , & c . Fill again ! and toast , Joy of every true man , What we love the most—Woman—Sister ! Woman ! ltosy , ripe , and rare , Lips with honey laden ; All that ' s good and fair , Whether Wi ' e or Maiden . Clink your glasses , & c .
Brothers ! when we part , Still remember duty : Faithful hand and heart , True to love and beauty . On the square we stand—All that ' s bright before us—Joyous ! hand in hand—And heaven smiling o'er us . Clink your glasses , & c .
SLEEP ON , MY HEART . ( From the German of liuoXEBT . ) Sleep on , my heart , in peace ! The weary flow'rs are sleeping , Refreshing- deivs from heav'n Each petal gently steeping .
Sleep on , my heart , in peace ! All life is round thee sleeping . Like eye of God , yon moon O ' er all its watch is keeping . Sleep on , my heart , in peace ! Tho' fear and sorrow leaven Thy life on earth . Shrink not , All's sent by Him in heaven .