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So, as I said, compose yourself; put your trust in God, an' recommend yourself to his care." "It was a terrible drame," said the other, once more shuddering; "but then it was a drame. Good God; yes! However, I ax pardon for disturbin' you all, an' breaking in upon your sleep.
"'Ye'll foind her in the barrun, sez Oi, 'though Oi hate to hev yez disturb her slapin'. It makes her drame an' that's bad fur the milk. "An' next thing them two robbers wuz laffin' at each other fur fools. Then the little wan sez: "'Now, Granny, we'll lave ye in pace, if ye'll niver say a wurrud o' this' but the other wan seemed kind o' sulky.
For his misfortune he had chosen a French translation of what he called "un drame de Williams Shackspire; le faux dieu," he further announced, "de ces sots paiens, les Anglais." How far otherwise he would have characterized him had his temper not been upset, I scarcely need intimate.
Those mere casual playgoers who may think that the articles on drama in The Westminster Gazette have been needlessly pessimistic ought to read "The English Stage of To-Day," by Mario Borsa, translated by Mr Selwyn Brinton, and published by Mr John Lane; a lively, interesting book, in which are expressed vigourously the ideas of a very acute, intelligent writer upon our modern theatre. "Hence it is no wonder that all that is artificial, absurd, commonplace, spectacular, and puerile is rampant upon the English stage; that theatrical wares are standardized, like all other articles of trade...." "Still, in spite of all this booming and histriomania, one of the greatest intellectual privations from which the foreigner suffers in London is, I repeat, the lack of good comedy and good prose drama." Such sentences are specimens of his views about the current drama of London, and he endorses the sad phrase of Auguste Filon, "Le drame Anglais,
She plays tragedy, comedy, and the drame; but has no real talent, except in the last-mentioned line. In the first, she wants nobleness and energy. Her delivery is monotonous. It is said in her praise, that she has "tears in her voice." I believe that it seldom happens to her to have any in her eyes, and that this sensibility, for which some would give her credit, proceeds not from her heart.
You say you thought you were murdherin' some one; who was it?" "Yes, yesr" he replied; "it was myself. I thought the murdhered man was I mean, that the man was murdherin' myself." And he looked with a terrible shudder of fear towards the great coat. "Hut," said Sullivan, "it was only a drame; compose yourself; why should you be alarmed? your hand is free of it.
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