This interesting entertainment will wind up with a dialogue between Arthur (JONES) and Hubert (HERKOMER), of which we give an extract. It represents Arthur as wishing to produce a piece, which Hubert forewarns him will be a failure unless he (HUBERT) paints the scenery and manages it generally.
Arthur. Is there no remedy?
Hubert. None, but to use my eyes.
Arthur. O HUBERT! If you will,
cut down my ‘lengths.’
And I’ll be merry as
the day is long,
So you don’t interfere.
You’ve other irons
Hot in the fire.
Hubert (aside). With
his innocent prate
He will awake my mercy which
lies dead.
(Aloud.) Read this,
young ARTHUR!
[Gives him a Manuscript.
Arthur (opens it. Starts).
What! a play by YOU!
To be produced by me!
O HUBERT!! [Faints.
We regret that want of space prevents our giving any more of this charming work at present, but no doubt it will not be long ere the Public has the gratification of hearing and seeing it all.
* * * * *
A PARAGON FRAME (OF MIND).
["I never took anybody’s
umbrella.”—Plaintiff (a Cook) in
a
recent Breach of Promise Case.]
Common are Cooks, professed, plain alike
And common, youths their sustenance
who feed on,
Common (I’m told) a breach of promise
suit,
And common, damages, in courts
agreed on;
Common are briefs as blackberries; and
fees
Are common quite as “leather
and prunella”;
Common are “unprotected” witnesses
("Credat”—as HORACE
somewhere sings—“Apella!”)
But most uncommon seems a lowly Cook
Who with sincerity can kiss the book
And swear (to shame her betters!) ne’er
she took
By sad “mistake or otherwise,”
by hook;
Or, as will eventuate, by crook,
Be it silk or gingham—any
one’s umbrella!


