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'ah eotw ■vtU V mail on receipt yveict. FRENCH'S STANDARD DRAM 4. Price 15 Cents each..— Bound Volumes $1. 25. VOL. I. 1 lOE 2 Failo S The Lady of Lyons 4 Richelieu 5 The Wife 6 The Honeymoon T The School for Scandal 8 Mo»ey VOL. II. 9 Th» Stranger 10 Grandfather Whitehead 11 Kichard III 13 Love's Sacrifice / !SThe Gamester 1* A Cure for the Heartache 15 The Hunchback 16 Don Ciesnr de Bazan VOL.111. 17 The Poor Gentleman 18 Hamlet 19 Charles II 20 Venice Preserved 21 _ y izarro 23 The Love Chase 23 Othello 24 Lend me Five Shillings VOL. IV. 26 Virginius 26 King of the Commons 27 London Assurance 28 The Kent Day 39 Two Gentlemen ofVerona SO The Jealous Wife 31 The Rivals 82 Perfection VOL. V. [Debt S3 X New Way to Pay Old 34 Look Before You Leap 35 King John 36 Nervous Man 37 Damon and Pythias 38 Clandestine Marriage 39 William Tell 40 Day after the Weddiug VOL. VI. 41 Speed the Plough 42 Romeo and Juliet 43 Feudal Times 44 Charles the Twelfth 45 The Bridal 46 The Follies of a Night ■ 47IronChest [Fair Lady 48 Faint Heart Never Won VOL. VII. 49 Road to Ruin 50 Macbeth 61 Temper 62 Evadne 63 Bertram 64 The Duenna 65 Much Ado About Nothing 66 The Critio VOL. VIII. 67 The Apostate 68 Twelfth Night 69 Brutus 60 Simpson & Co 61 Merchant of Venice 62 Old Heads& Young Husrta 63 Mountaineers [rioge 64 Three Weeks after Mar- VOL. IX. 65 Love 66 As Yon Like It 67 The Elder Brother 68 Werner 69 Gisippua 70 Town and Country 71 King Lear 72 Blue Devils VOL. X. 73 Henry VIII 74 Married and Single 75HenrT IV 76 Paul Pry 77 Guy Maunering 78 Sweethearts and Wive* 79 Serious Family 80 She Stocps to Conquer VOL. XI. 81 Julius Caesar 82 Vicar of Wakefield 83 Leap Year 84 The Catspaw 85 The Passing Clour* 86 Drunkard 87 Rob Roy 88 George Barnwell VOL. XII. 89 Ingomar 90 Sketches In India 91 Two Friend* 92 Jane Shore 93 Corsican Brothers 94 Mind your own Business 95 Writing on the Wall 96 Heir at Law VOL. XIII. 97 Soldier's Daughter 1)8 Douglas 99 Marco Spada 100 Nature's Nobleman 101 Sardanapalua 102 Civilization 103 The Robbers 104 Katharine and Petrnchio VOL. XIV. 105 Game of Love 106 Midsummer Night's 107 Ernestine [Dream 108 R;ig Picker of Paris 109 Flying Dutchman 110 Hypocrite 111 Therese 112 La Tour de Nesle VOL. XV. 113 Ireland As It I» 114 Sea of Ice 115 Seven Clerks 116 Game of Life 117 Forty Thieves 118 Bryan Boroihme 119 Romance and Reality 120 Ugolino VOL. XVI. 121 The Tempest 122 The Pilot 123 Carpenter of Rouen 124 King's Rival 125 Little Treasure 126 Dombey and Son 127 Parents and Guardians 128 Jewess VOL. XVII 129 C amille 130 Married Life 131 Wenlock of Wenlock 132 Rose of Et'rickvale 133 David Co Srfield 134 Aline, or is Rose of 135 Pauline [Killarney 136 Jane Eyre VOL. XVIII. 137 Night and Morning 138 iEthiop 139 Three Guardsmen 140 Tom Cringle 141 Henriette, the Forsaken 142 Eustache Baudin 143 Ernest Maltravers 144 Bold Dragoons " XIX. 145 Dre 1, oi the Dismal [ Swamp 146 Last Days of Pompeii 147 Esmeralda 148 Peter Wilkins 149 Ben tb? Boatswain 150 Jonathan Bradford 151 Retribution 152 Mineral) VOL. XX, 153 French Spy 154 Wept of Wish-ton Wish 155 Evil Genius 156 Ben Bolt 157 Sailor of Franoe 158 Red Mask 159 Life of an Actress 100 Wedding Day VOL. XXI. 161 All s Fair in Love 162 Hofer 164 Cinderella 1G5 Phantom 166 Franklin 167 The Gunmaker of 168 The Love of a Prinoe VOL. XXII. 169 Son of the Night 170 Rory O'More ■171 Golden Eagle 172 Rienzi 173 Broken Sword 174 Rip Van Winkle 175 Isabelle 176 Heart of Mid Lothian VOL. XXIII. 177 Actress of Padua 178 Floating Beacon 179 Bride of Lamermoor 180 Cataract of the Ganges 181 Robber of the Rhine 182 School of Reform 133 Wandering Boys 184 Mazeppa VOL. XXIV. 185 Young New York 186 The Victim* 187 Romance after Marriage 188 Brigand 189 Poor of New York 190 Ambrose Gwlnett 191 Raymond and Agnes 192 Gambler's Fate VOL. XXV. 193 Father and Son 194 Massaniello 195 Sixteen String Jack 196 Youthful Queen 197 Skeleton Witness 198 Innkeeper of Abbeville 199 Miller and his Men 200 Aladdin VOL. XXVI. 201 Adrienne the Actress 202 Undine 203 Jessie Brown 204 Asmodeus 205 Mormons 206 Blanche of Brandywlne 207 Viola Deseret Deserted VOL. XXVII. Americans in Paris 210 Victorine 211 Wizard of the Wave 212 Castle Spectre 213 Horseshoe Robinson 214 Annand, Mrs Mowatt 215 Fashion, Mrs Mowatt 216 Glance at New York VOL. XXVIII. 217 Inconstant 218 Uncle Tom's Cabin 219 Guide to the Stage 220 Veteran 221 Miller of New Jersey 222 Dark Hour before Dawn 223 Midsum'r Night's D [Laura Keene's Edition 224 Art and Artifice VOL. XXIX 225 Poor Young Man 226 Ossawattomle Brown 227 Pope of Rome 228 Oliver Twist 229 Pauvrette Man in the Iron Mask 231 KnigUtof Arva '-'32 Moll Pitcher VOL. XXX. :33 Black Eyed Susan J34 Satan in Paris 35 Rosina Meadows [ess 236 West End, or Irish Reir- 237 Six Degrees of Crime " The L*> IS © a c — a * 2 »j j o 2 « o B . s a *fi 1 S o o T3 5 i> s 3 j£ ._- = ec » .a 3 "^ © O S » w S IH 3 6 a 6a & £o — a 1 S.S e) « d a a 4 r? R C M S c c .i u in .2 . H a - £ a a a a a a- O ■« c" C o B s >> o a 6 ■n a 1 2 to "3 eg D 1 C/J 6 1 I Si - .2 § «s S a 3 S3 a Woolgar . Celeste Maskell Leigh Murraj Caulfield Mitchensoa o ■^ u - „ „ 1 ^ - „ | g « j » » a i a a 2 a a a a a 3 o o 43 IS « . 3 «2 ^ 3 S S3 7, s g o JS g ~> « ^ « d w o H m= a 2 | — o •I? 3 &S _- .-* Jjfl J3 .5 =3 O oo i3 «5 f» fe a a o o a £ a - TO K S _ "3 3 B $ 3 S eSP •5 2 (6 5 £ a - 2. 1 a a ? - < a - - ? c. c .2 o 3 » r~ K O M S 5-3 B 3 85. aa- s s s b B. J a a I a a to n < a- - fl to «1 » ^ s* £ a « *^ - - a a - = 5 5 ► ■ * i o g a 2<§§ e as □ ■§1 E |a £ m a a a a* s a «« a 2 s j * . x 3 £ a i - P > 1 e s X s f < * < : a*S5S 5 ^B^£ REMARKS. This favorite comedy was first brought before the public at the Haymarket Theatre, London, under the title of Peg WoiEngton, and had a most successful run. Mrs. Stirling was all that could be wish ed as Pen; and the excellent part of James Triplet in the hands of Mr. Webster, was a most finished piece of acting. When Mr. Web- ster retired from the management of that theatre he produced it at the Adelphi, under the title of Masks and Faces, — where Madam Celeste sustained the part of Peg Woffiugtou. It was first perform- ed in th.n country at Burton's Theatre, New York, and met with decided npprobation: Miss Charlotte Mitchell from the Lyceum Theatre, London, made her debut as Peg — and made a hit, and has since oiayed the same character with considerable success at Albany, Buffalo, Cleveland, &c. The piece was well played through- out, embracing the strength of Burton's Star Company. Masks and Faces has since been produced by Miss Davenport, Miss Weston, and others in the various cities of the Union, and has invariably proved successful. Last season, it was revived at the Howard Athenaeum, Miss Louisa Howard playing the mischievous, but kind- hearted Pe£ to perfection; and Mr. Henry Farren's James Triplet ■was a trut' ful delineation of character. (This gentleman possesses the requisites of a good actor, and only requires to be more often seen to be highly appreciated by the American public.) We predict for Masks and Faces a brilliant success, wherever it may be presented. SCENER Y. Scene 1 — Green Room of the theatre, S G. Scene 2 — An elegant apartment, 4 and 7 o. French windows in flat R. and L. Lattice C. doors open, backed with garden flats. Garden cloth down from 4th to 7th o. painted with walks and flower beds. Set statues, flower pieces, and small trees. Set door, 2 E. R. h. Set door, 3k.l h. Quick drop. Scene 1 — Rude garret, 3 o. Window in flat c. practical, backed by horizon and tops of houses. Set door 2 e. r. h. Set door 2 e. l. h. PROPERTIES Scene 1 — Green cloth down. Plain tablo and 2 chairs on B. o. Call wafered on looking glass in flat c. Call-book for Call-Boy. Walking cane and jewelled snuff-box for Sir Charles — Written letter and part for Peg. Portrait of Peg. (face to be cut out in act 2.) covered with green baize, and no frame. Several manuscripts tied up in brown paper, ready l. 1 e. for Call-Boy. Scene 2 — Handsome round table c. covered. On it two fruit dishe3 with oranges, apples, two decanters of sherry and port wine, eight wine glasses, ei^ht small plates, eight des- sert knives, plate of toast, plate of biscuits, napkins. Side-table on l. with set of silver plate. Handsome sofa on B. H. Salver with rich coffee cups, and coffee, and spoons for servant. Salver with rich tea cups and tea spoons for servant. Salver with sealed letters for Burdock. Diamond snuff-box and snuff and eye glasses with ribbons for Cibber. Portfolio, two volumes, roll of MSS. and a card for Triplet. Eight high backed chairs on. about stage r. and l. Scene 1 — Green c'oth taken up. Old arm chair on b. h. Easel with Peg Woffington's portrait on it. (Up L- C. 3 g.) concealed by a green baize. Table on r. h. against flat, with Pallet Maulstick, colors, pencils and pallet knife, knives, forks, table cloth, wine glasses, violin hung on wall. Cradle l. c 2 o. Small table in c 1 a. Pen, ink and paper, roll of MSS. Two rude chairs on, money for Peg, burnt cork for Pompey, written le ft er for maid. Handle (small) basket, with bottle of wine for Pompey. Apple pie ready 2. e. l. h. for Pom- pey. Cane, hood, and cardinal, and mask for Mabel. U^For Costume, gee page 59. MASKS AND FACfES. ACT I. Scene I. 2. g. — The Green Room of the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden. A Fire-place a, with a Looking-glass over it, on which a call is wafered. Curtain rises on Mr. Quin and Mrs. Clive seated each side oj Fire-place. Clive. "Who dines with Mr. Vane to-day besides ourselves ? Quin. His inamorata, Mrs. Woffington, of this theatre. Clive. Of course. But who else? Quin. Sir Charles Pomander. The critics, Snarl and Soaper, are invited, I believe. Clive. Then I shall eat no dinner. Quin. Pooh ! There is to be a haunch that will counterpoise in one hour a century of censure. Let them talk ! the mouth will revenge the ears of Falstaff; — besides, Snarl is the only ill-na- tured one — Soaper praises people, don't he'? Clive. Don't be silly, Quin ! Soaper's praise is only a pin for his brother executioner to hang abuse on : by this means Snarl, who could not invent even ill-nature, is never at a loss. Snarl is his own weight in wormwood ; but Soaper is — hush ! — hold your tongue. Enter Snabl and Soapek l. 1 e. Qcin and Clive rise. (Clive, with engaging sweetness.) Ah! Mr. Snarl! Mr. Soaper! we were talking of you. 8 MASKS AND FACES Snarl. I am sorry for that, madam. Quin. We hear you dine with us at Mr. Vane's. Soap. We have been invited, and arc here to accept I was told Mr. Vane was here. Quin. No ; but he is on the stage. Snarl. Come, then, Soaper. [They move towards l. 1 E.) Soap. (Aside.) Snarl ! Snarl. Yes. (With a look of secret intelligence.) Soap. (Crosses slowly to Clive.) My dear Mrs. Clive, there was I going away without telling you how charmed I was with your Flippanta; all that sweetness and womanly grace, with which you invested that character, was — Snarl. Misplaced. Flippanta is a vixen, or she is nothing at all. Soap. Your Sir John Brute, sir, was a fine performance : you never forgot the gentleman even in your cups. Snarl. Which, as Sir John Brute is the exact opposite of a gentleman, he ought to have forgotten. (Exit l.) Soap. But you must excuse me now; I will resume your praise at dinner-time. (Exit, with bows, l.) Clive. (Walks in a rage.) We arc the most unfortunate of all artists. Nobody regards our feelings. (Q>un skakes his head.) Enter Call-Boy, l. Call Bog. Mr. Quin and Mrs. Clive ! (Exit Call-Boy, l.) Quin. I shall cut my part in this play. Clive. (Yawns.) Cut it as deep as you like, there will bs enough left ; and so I shall tell the author if he is there. (Exeunt Quin and Clive, l.) Enter Mr. Vane and Sir Charles Pomander, t. Pom. All this eloquence might be compressed into one word— « you love Mrs. Margaret Wofnngton. Vane. I glory in it. Pom. Why not, if it amuses you ? We all love an actress once in our lives, and none of us twice. MASKS AND FACES. 9 Vane. You arc the slave of a word, Sir Charles Pomander. Would you confound black and white because both are colours* Actress ! Can you not see that she is a being- like her fellows in nothing but a name 1 Her voice is truth, told by music : theirs are jingling instruments of falsehood Pom. No — they are all instruments; but hers is more skil- fully tuned and played upon. Vane. She is a fountain of true feeling. Pom. No — a pipe that conveys it, without spilling or retain- ing a drop. Vane. She has a heart alive to every emotion. Pom. And influenced by none. Vane. She is a divinity to worship. Pom. And a woman to fight shy of. No — no — we all know Peg Woffington ; she is a decent actress on the boards, and a crcat actress off them. But I will tell you how to add a novel cnarm to her. Make her blush — ask her for the list of your pre- decessors. Vane. (With a mortified air.) Sir Charles Pomander! But you yourself profess to admire her. Pom. And so I do, hugely. Notwithstanding the charms of the mysterious Hebe I told you of, whose antediluvian coa^u I extricated from the Slough of Despond, near Barnet, on my way to town yesterday, I gave La Woffington a proof of my devotion only two hours ago. Vane. How ? Pom. By offering her three hundred a year — house — coach — pin-money — my heart — and the et ceteras. Vane. You ? But 6he has refused. Pom. My dear Arcadian, I am here to receive her answer. {Vaxe crosses to l. h.) You had better wait for it before making your avowal. Vane. That avowal is made already ; but I will wait, if but to 6ee what a lesson the calumniated actress can read to the fine gentleman. Exit l. h. Pom. The lesson will be set by me — Woffington will learn it immediately. It is so simple, only three words, £'s. s. d. Exit V. H MARKS AND FACES. Trip. (Speaking outside.) Mr. Rich not in the tneatre ? Wei!, my engagements will allow of my waiting for a few minutes. ( Enter Triplet and Caul-Boy l. Triplet has a picture wrapped in baize and without a frame.) And if you will just let me know when Mr. Rich arrives. ( Winks — touches his pocket.) Heaven for- give me for raising groundless expectations ! Call-Boy. What name, sir ? Trip. Mr. Triplet. Call-Boy. Triplet ! there is something left for you in the hall, sir. Exit Call-Boy t. Trip. I knew it. I sent him three tragedies. They are ac- cepted ; and he has left me a note in the hall, to fix the reading — at last. I felt it must come, soon or late ; and it has come — late. Master of three arts, painting, writing, and acting, by each of which men grow fat, how was it possible I should go on per- petually starving. But that is all over now. My tragedies will be acted, the town will have an intellectual treat, and my wife and children will stab my heart no more with their hungry looks. Enter Call-Boy with parcel l. Call-Boy. Here is the parcel for you, sir. Exit Call-Boy l. Trip. ( Weighs it in his hand. ) Why, how is this 1 Oh, I see ; he returns them for some trifling alterations. Well, if they are judicious, I shall certainly adopt them, for (opening the parcel) managers are practical men. My tragedies ! — Eh ? here are but two! one is accepted! — no! they are all here (sighs.) Well, (spitefully) it is a thousand pounds out of Mr. Rich's pocket ! poor man ! I pity him ; and my hungry mouths at home ! Heav- en knows where I am to find bread for them to-morrow ! Every- thing that will raise a shilling I have sold or pawned. Even my poor picture here, the portrait of Mrs. Woffington from memory— I tried to sell that this morning at every dealer's in Long Acre -» and not one would make me an offer. Enter Woffington l. reciting from a part. MASKS AXD FACES. II Woff. " Now by the joys Which m} r soul still has uncontroll'd pursued, I would not turn aside from my least pleasure, Though all thy force were armed to bar my way." Trip. (Aside, r.) Mrs. Woffington, the great original of my picture ! Woff. (l.) "But like the birds, great nature's happy com- moners, Rifle the sweets" — I beg your pardon, sir ! Trip. Nay, madam, pray continue ; happy the hearer and still happier the author of verses so spoken. Woff. Yes, if you could persuade the authors how much thef owe us, and how hard it is to find good music for indifferent words. Are you an author, sir 1 Trip. In a small way, madam ; I have here three tragedies. Woff. (Looking down at them with comical horror.) Fifteen acts, mercy on us ! Trip. Which if I could submit to Mrs. WofEngton's judg- ment — Woff. (Recoiling.) ' I am no judge of such things, sir. Trip. No more is the manager of this theatre. Woff. What ! has he accepted them ? Trip. No ! madam ! he has had them six months and returned them without a word. Woff. Patience my good sir, patience ! authors of tragedies should learn that virtue of their audiences. Do you know I called on Mr. Rich fifteen times before I could see him 1 Trip. You, madam, impossible ! Woff. Oh, it was some years ago — and he has had to pay a hundred pounds for each of those little visits — let me see, — fifteen times — you must write twelve more tragedies — sixty acts — and then he will read one, and give you his judgment at last, and when you have got it — it won't be worth a farthing. (Turns up reading her part.) Trip. (Aside.) One word from this laughing lady, and all my plays would be read — but I dare not ask her — she is up in the world, I am down. She is great — I am nobody — besides they 12 SIA'SKS XSD FACES. eay she is all brains and no heart. ( Crosses to l. Moves sorroiqf'uHij towards l. a., taking his picture.) Woff. He looks like a fifth act of a domestic tragedy. Stop, sorely I know that doleful face — Sir I Trip. Madam ! Woff. ( Beckons. ) We have met before ; — don't speak ; yonrs is a face that has been kind to me, and I never forget those faces. Trip. Me, madam ! I know better what is due to you than to be kind to you. Woff. To be sure ! it is Mr. Triplet, good Mr. Triplet of Good- man's Fields theatre. Trip. It is, madam; (opening his eyes with astonishment) but we don't call him Mr. nor even good. Woff. Yes; it is Mr. Triplet. (Shakes both his hands warmly; he timidly drops a tragedy or two.) Don't you remember a little orange girl at Goodman's Fields you used sometimes to pat on the head and give sixpence to, some seven years ago, Mr. Triplet 1 Trip. Ha ! ha ! I do remember one, with such a merry faugh and bright eye; and the broadest brogue of the wliole sisterhood. Woff. Get along with your blarney then, Mr. Triplet, an' is it the comether ye'd be puttin' on poor little Peggy ? Trip. Oh ! oh ! gracious goodness, oh ! Woff. Yes ; that friendless orange girl was Margaret Woffing- ton! W?'l, old friend, you see time has treated me well. I hope he has bof n as kind to you ; tell me Mr. Triplet. Trip. (Aside.) I must put the best face on it with her. Yes, madam, he has blessed me with an excellent wife and three charm- ing chil 'rcn. Mrs. Triplet was Mrs. Chatterton, of Goodman's Fields —-great in the juvenile parts — you remember her? Woff. ( Very drily.) Yes, I remember her ; where is she acting ? Trip. Why, the cares of our family — and then her health. (Siahs.) She has not acted these eight months. Woff. Ah ! — and are you still painting scenes ? Trip. With the pen, madam, not the brush ! As the wag said, I have transferred the distemper from my canvas to my imagination, ha! ha! Woff. (Aside.) This man is acting gaiety. And have youi pdeces been 6ttecessful ' MASKS AND FACES. 18 Ti ip Eminently so — in the closet ; the managers have as yet excluded them from the stage. Woff. Ah ! now if those things were comedies, I would offer to act in one of them, and then the stage door would fly open at sight of the author. Trip. I'll go home and write a comedy. (Moves.) Woff. On second thoughts, perhaps you had better leave the tragedies with me. Trip. My dear madam ! — and you will read them 1 Woff. Ahem ! I will make poor Rich read them. Trip. But he has rejected them. Woff. That is the first step — reading comes after, when it comes at all. Trip. {Aside.) I must fly home and tell my wife. Woff. (Aside.) In the mean time I can put rive guineas into hia pocket. Mr. Triplet, do you write congratulatory verses — odes — and that sort ot thing 1 Trip. Anything, madam, from an acrostic to an epic. Woff. Good, then I have a commission for you ; I dine to-day at Mr. Vane's, in Bloomsbury Square. We shall want some verses. Will you oblige us with a copy 'J Trip. (Aside.) A guinea in my way, at least. Oh, madam, do but give me a subject. • Woff. Let's see — myself, if you can write on such a theme. Trip. 'Tis the one I would have chosen out of all the heathen mythology ; the praises of Venus and the Graces. I will set about it at once. (Takes up portrait.) Woff. (Sees picture.) But what have you there ? not another tragedy ? Trip. (Blushing.) A poor thing, madam, a portrait — my own painting from memory. Woff. Oh ! oh ! I'm a judge of painted faces ; let me see it. Trip. Nay, madam ! Woff. I insist ! (She takes off the baize.) My own portrait, as 1 live ! and a good likeness too, or my glass flatters me like the rest of them. And this you painted from memory ? Tip. Yes, madam ; I have a free admission to every part of the theatre before the curtaia I have so enjoyed your acting, that 2 14 MASKS AN3 FACES I have carried your face home with me every night, forgive my presumption, and tried to fix in the studio the impression of tho stage. Woff. Do you know your portrait has merit ? I will give you a sitting for the last touches. Trip. Oh, madam ! Woff. And bring all the critics — there, no thanks or I'll stay away. Stay, I must havo your address. Trip. {Returning to her.) On the fly leaf of each work, madam, you will find the address of James Triplet, painter, actor, and dramatic author, and Mrs. Woffington's humble and devoted servant. {Bows ridiculously low, moves away, but returns with an attempt at a jaunty manner.) Madam, you have inspired a son of Thespis with dreams of eloquence ; you have tuned to a higher key a poet's lyre ; you have tinged a painter's existence with brighter colors ; and — and — {gazes on her and tries in vain to apeak) God in heaven bless you, Mrs. Woflington ! {Exit L. hastily.) Woff. So ! I must look into this ! Enter Sir Charles Pomauder l. Pom. Ah, Mrs. Woflington, I have just parted with an adorer of yours. Woff. I wish I could part with them all. Pom. Nay, this is a most original admirer, Ernest Vane, that pastoral youth who means to win La Woffington by agricultural courtship, who wants to take the star from its firmament, and stick it in a cottage. Woff. And what does the man think I am to do without this {unitates applause) from my dear public's thousand hands. Pom. You are to have that from a single mouth instead. (Mimijs a kiss.) Woff. Go on, tell me what more he says. Pom. Why, he — Woff. No, you are not to invent ; I should detect your work in a minute, and you would only spoil this man. Pom. He proposes to be your friend, rather than your lover; tt) fight for your reputation instead of adding to your eclat. MASKS AND FACES. 15 Woff. Oh ! and is Mr. Vane your friend ? Pom. He is ! Woff. ( With significance.) Why don't you tell him. my real character, and send hira into the country again ! Pom. I do ; but he snaps his fingers at me and common sens« and the world : — there is no getting rid of him, except in one way. I had this morning the honor, madam, of laying certain proposi- tions at your feet. Woff. Oh, yes, your letter, Sir Charles. ( Takes it out of her pocket,) I ran my eye down it as I came along, let me see — (letter) — "a coach," "a country house," " pin-money." Heigh ho ! And I am so tired of houses, and coaches, and pins. Oh, yes, here is something. What is this you offer me, up in this corner 1 ( They inspect the letter together.) Pom. That, — my "heart!" Woff. And you can't even write it ; it looks just like " earth." There is your letter, Sir Charles. ( Curtseys and returns it ; he lakes it and bows. ) Pom. Favor me with your answer. Woff. You have it. Pom. (Laughing.) Tell me, do you really refuse ? Woff. (Inspecting him.) Acting surprise ? no, genuine ! My good soul, are you so ignorant of the stage and the world, as not to know that I refuse such offers as yours every week of my life ? I have refused so many of them, that I assure you I have beguu to forget they are insults. Pom. Insults, madam ! They aro the highest compliment yon have left it in our power to pay you. Woff. Indeed ! Oh, I take your meaning. To be your mis- tress could be but a temporary disgrace ; to be your wife might be a lasting discredit. Now, sir, having played your rival's game — Pom. Ah ! Woff. And exposed your own hand, do something to recover the reputation of a man of the world. Leave the field before Mr. Vane can enjoy your discomfiture, for here he comes. Pom. I leave you, madam, but remember, my discomfiture it neither your triumph nor your swain's. (Exit L.) Woff I do enjoy putting down these irresistibles. 16 masks astd paces. Enter Vans £. A.1 last ! I have been here so long. Vane. Alone 1 Woff. In company and solitude. "What has annoyed yon ? Vane. Nothing. Woff. Never try to conceal anything from me, I know the map of your face. These fourteen days you have been subject to some adverse influence ; and to-day I have discovered whose it is. Vane. No influence can ever shake yours. y Voff. Dear friend, for your own sake, not mine ; trust your p heart, eyes, and judgment. /Vane. I do. I love you ; your face is the shrine of sincerity, Aith, and candor. I alone know you : your flatterers do not — A'our detractors — oh ! curse them ! I Woff. You see what men are ! Have I done ill to hide the riches of my heart from the heartless, and keep them all for one honest man, who will be my friend, I hope, as well as my lover "? Vane. Ah, that is my ambition. Woff. We actresses make good the old proverb, " Many lovers, but few friends." And oh ! it is we who need a friend. Will you be mine ? Vane, I will. Then tell me the way for me, unequal in wit and address to many of your admirers, to win your esteem. Woff. I will tell you a sure way ; never act in my presence, never try to be very clever or eloquent. Remember ! I am the goddess of tricks : I can only love my superior. Be honest and frank as the day, and you will be my superior ; and I shall love you, and bless the hour you shone on my artificial life. Vane. Oh ! thanks, thanks, for this, I trust, is in my power ! Woff. Mind — it is no easy task : to be my friend is to respect me, that I may respect myself the more ; to be my friend is to come between me and the temptations of an unprotected life — the recklessness of a vacant heart. Vane. I will place all that is good about me at yonr feet. I will sympathise with you when you are sad ; I will rejoice when you are gay. Woff. Will you scold me when I do wroflg ? MASKS AND FACES. IT Vane. Scold you ? Woff. Nobody scolds me now — a sure sign nobody loves mo. Will you scold me? Vane. (Tenderly.) I -will try! and I will be loyal and frank. You will not hate me for a confession I make myself? (Agitated.) Woff. I shall like you better — oh ! so much better. Vane. Then I will own to you — Woff. Oh ! do not toll me you have loved others before me ; I could not bear to hear it. Vane. No — no — I never loved till now. Woff. Let me hear that only. I am jealous even of the past. Say you never loved but me — never mind whether it is true — say so ; — but it is true, for you do not yet know love. Ernest, shall I make you love me, as none of your sex ever loved 1 with heart, and brain, and breath, and life, and soul 1 Vane. Teach me so to love, and I am yours for ever. (Pause.) And now you will keep your promise, to make me happy with your presence this morning at the little festival I had arranged with Cibbcr and some of our friends of the theatre. Woff. I shall have so much pleasure ; but apropos, you muA include Snarl and Soaper in your list. Vane. What ! the redoubtable Aristarchuses of the pit 1 .Woff. Yes. Oh, you don't know the consequences of loving: an actress. You will have to espouse my quarrels, manage my managers, and invite my critics to dinner. • Vane. They shall be invited, never fear. Woff. And I've a trust for you ; poor Triplet's three tragedies.- If they are as heavy in the hearing as the carrying — but here comes your rival, poor Pomander. ( Crosses to t.) Enter Sik Charles l. You will join our party at Mr. Vane's, Sir Charles ? You prom- ised, you know. (Crosses to l.j Pom. (Coldly.) Desole to forfeit such felicity; but I hav« business. Vane. (As he passes, crosses to c.) By-the-bye, Pomander, that answer to your letter to Mrs. Woffington 1 9* 18 MASKS AND FACES. Woff. He has received it. N'est cepas, Sir Charles ? You see how radiant it has made him ! Ha ! ha ! (Exeunt Woffington and Vane l. h.^ Pom. Laughing devil ! If you had wit to read beneath men'i 6urface, you would know it is no jest to make an enemy of Sii Charles Pomander. Enter Hundsdon k. Hunds. Servant, Sir Charles. Pom. Ah, my yeoman pricker, with news of the mysterious Hebe of my Barnet rencontre. Well, sirrah, you stayed by the coach as I bade you 1 Hunds. Yes, Sir Charles. Pom. And pumped the servants ? Hunds. Yes, Sir Charles, till they swore they'd pump on me. Pom. My good fellow, contrive to answer my questions with- out punning, will you 1 Hunds. Yes, Sir Charles. Pom. What did you learn from them ? Who is the lady, their mistress ? Hunds. She is on her way to town to join her husband. They have only been married a twelve-month ; and he has been absent from her half the time. Pom. Good. Her name ? Hunds. Vane. Pom. Vane ! Hunds. Wife of Mr. Ernest Vane, a gentleman of good estate, Willoughby Manor, Huntingdonshire. Pom. What ! — What ! — His wife, by heaven ! Oh ! here is rare revenge. Eide back, sirrah, and follow the coach to its des- tination. Hunds. They took master for a highwayman If they knew liim as well as I do, they wouldn't do the road such an injustice. (Exit e.) Fan. ( With energy.) I'll after them ; and if I can but manage that Vane shUl remain ignorant of her arrival, I may confront Qcbe with Thalia : introduce the wife to the mistress under the MASKS AND FACES. I* hasband's roof. Aha ! my Arcadian pair, there may bo a guest at your banquet you little expect, besides Sir Charles Pomander ! (Exit l.) SCENE II. 4 and 6 G. — A sj)oxious and elegant Apartment in the House of Mr. Vane, with C. doors opening into a Garden formally planted, with Statues, Sfc. Set door 2 e. r. n. Set door 3 E. L. H. A table set for a collation, with Fruits, Flowers, Wine, and Plate in c. Settees and high-backed Chairs, a Side Table with Plate, Salvers, $c. on B. H. Colander discovered arranging table. Col. So ! malmsey, fruit, tea, coffee, yes ! all is ready against their leaving the diniug-room ! Enter James Burdock, a salver with letters in his hand, 1 e. l. Bur. Post letters, Master Colander. CoL Put 'em on the salver. (Burdock does so.) You may go, honest Burdock. (Burdock , fidgets, turning the letters on the salver.) When I say you may go — that means you must; the stable is your place when the family is not in Huntingdonshire, and at present the family is in London. Bur. And I wish it was in Huntingdonshire, with the best part of it, and that's mistress. Poor thing! A twelvemonth married, and six months of it as good as a widow. Col. We write to her, James, and receive her replies. Bur Aye ! but we don't read 'em, it seems. Col. We intend to do so at our leisure — meanwhile we make ourselves happy among the wits and the players. Bur. And she do make others happy among the poor and the suffering. Col. James Burdock, property has its duties, as well as its rights. Master enjoys the rights in town, and mistress discharges the duties in the country; 'tis the division of labor — and now 20 MASKS AKD 1ACES. vanish, honest James, the company 'will he here directly, and yon know master can't ahide the smell of the stable. ( Crosses to i,.) Bur. But, Master Colander, do let him have this letter from missus. {Holds out the letter he has taken from the salver.) Col. James Burdock, you are incorrigible. Have I not given it to him once already t and didn't he fling it in my face and call me a puppy ? I respect Mistress Vane, James ; but I must re- member what's due to myself — I shan't take it. (Exit Colander, 3 E. t.) Bur. Then I will — there ! Poor dear lady ! I can't abear that her letters, with her heart in 'em, I'll be sworn, should lie un- opened. Barnet post mark ! — why, how can that be ? Well, its not my business. {Puts salver on table 2 e. l.) Master shall have it though. (Hurried knocking heard.) There goes that door, ah ! I thought it wouldn't be quiet long — what a rake-helly place this London is ! (Exit l.) Re-enter with Mrs. Vane in a hood and travelling dress, 1 e. l. Bur. Stop ! stop ! I don't think master can see you, young ■woman. Mabel. "Why, James Burdock, have you forgotten yoi# mis- tress ? (Removes her hood.) *. Bur. Mistress ! Why Miss Mabel — I ask your pardon, miss — I mean, madam. Bless your sweet face ! — here, John, Thomas ! Mabel. Hush ! Bur. Lord, lord ! come at last ! oh ! how woundv glad I am, to be sure — oh ! lord, lord, my old head's all of a muddle with joy to see your kind face again. Mabel, (r.) But Ernest — Mr. Vane, James, is he well — and happy — and (sees his change of face) — eh ! he is well, Jamw' 1 Bur. Yes, yes, quite well, and main happy. Mabel. And is he very impatient to see me ? Bur. (Aside.) Lord help her! Mabel. But mind, James, not a word ; he doesn't expect me till «ix, and 'tis now scarce four. Oh ! I shall startle him so ! Bur. Yes, yes, madam ; you'll startle him woundily. MASKS AND FACES. 21 Maba. Oh ! it will be so delightful to pop out upon him un- awares — will it not, James 1 Bur. Yes, Miss Mabel, — that is, madam ; but hadn't I better prepare him like ? Mabel. Not for the world. You know, James, when one is wishing for any one very much, the last hour's waiting is always the most intolerable, so when he is most longing to see me, and counting the minutes to six, I'll just open the door, and steal be- hind him, and fling my arms round his neck, and — but I shall be caught if I stay prattling here, and I must brush the dust from my hair, and smooth my dress, or I shall not be fit to be seen ; so not a word to anybody, James, I insist, or I shall be angry. Where is my room ? ( Goes to 2 e. r. and opens door) Oh, here ! Bur. Your room, Miss Mabel ; no ! no ! that is Mr. Vane's room, Ma'am. Mabel. Well, Mr. Vane's room is my room, I suppose. (Paus~ ing at door.) He is not there, is he ? Bur. No, ma'am, he is in the dining-room. (Knock.) Anon ! anon ! Mabel. I fear my trunks will not be here in time for me to dress ; but Ernest will not mind. He will see my heart in my face, and forgive my travelling sacque. (Exit into apartment r. 2 e.) Bur. Poor thing ! poor thing ! (Knock l.) There goes that door again — darn me if I go till I've seen Colander. Anon, Miss Mabel ! ( Going to door 2 E. E.) Hondsdon enters 3 e. l. Hunds. (Aside and looking at Burdock.) For all the world the twin brother to those bumpkins behind Hebe's coach. Well, my honest fellow ! Bur. Well, my jack-a-dandy ! Hunds. Can'st bring me Sir Charles Pomander hither, my honest fellow ? Bur. Here he's bringing himself, my jack-a-dandy. (Exit c. l.) Hunds. For so pretty a creature, she hath an establishment of the veriest brutes. Ah ! here comes Master 1 ■ MASKS AND FACES. Enter Sib Charles Pomander 3 u. L. Pom. Well ! is she arrived ? Hands. (Aside to Pomander.) I've marked her down, sir. Sh is here — in that room. {Pointing 2 e. r. h.) Pom. Is her arrival known ? Hands. But to a rustic savage of a servant. Pom. Good ! Take thy sheep's face out of sight, incontinently. Hands. Yes, Sir Charles. Pom. Hold ! I have kept thee sober for two days. Here's foi thee to make a beast of thyself. Hunds. Nay, I'll disappoint him, and profit by sobriety. (Exit 1 e. L.) Pom. So, the train is laid and I hold the match in my hand. ("Colander returns with servants, who bring tea, coffee, $-c.) Enter Vane, Woffington, Quin, Clive, Cibber, Snarl and Soaper, as from the dining-room, laughing, c. D. Quin. I hate this detestable innovation of outlandish drawing room drinks — your tea and coffee — pshaw ! Vane. But you forget the ladies, Mr. Quin, and in the presence of Mr. Cibber too, whom I cannot thank enough for the honor of this visit. Cib. Nay, Sir, I bring my wit in exchange for your wine ; we barter our respective superfluities. Quin. Good wine is no superfluity, Mr. Cibber j 'tis a necessary of life, just as much as good victuals. Soap. I vow Mr. Cibber is as lively as ever, and doesn't look a day older : docs he Mr. Snarl ? Snarl. 'Tis that there's no room on Mr. Gibber's face for another wrinkle. Cib. (Takes snuff.) Puppies! Quin. Really this is too bad, the coffeo is getting cold. (Goes to the table, R.) Clive. So, no wonder Quin is getting warm. (Gives him coffee. Here, bear ! (Woffington presides over tea.) (Xb. You have a charming house here, Mr. Vane, I knwr it is MASKS AND FACES. 23 poor dear Lord Loungeville's time. You may just remember him, Sir Charles 1 Pcm. I never read ancient history. Cib. Puppy ! An unrivalled gallant, Peggy. Oh, the petit* $oupers we have had here ! Loungeville was a great creature, Sir Charles. I wish you may ever be like him. Pom. I sincerely trust not. (Goes to table c.) I do not feel at all anxious to figure in the museum of town antiquities — labelled, " Old Beau, very curious." Cib. (Aside.) Coxcomb ! Let me tell you your old beaux were the only ones worthy of winging the shafts from Cupid's quiver. Stiarl. Witness Mr. Cibber. ( Goes to table c.) Woff. Oh, Colley is like old port — the more ancient he grows the more exquisite his perfume becomes. Soap. Capital ! She alludes to Mr. Cibber's pulvilio. Snarl. And the crustier he gets. Soap. Delicious ! He alludes to Mr. Cibber's little irritability. Cib. Ah, laugh at us old fellows as you will, young people ; but I have known Loungeville entertain a fine lady in this very saloon, whilst a rival was fretting and fuming on the other side of that door. Ha, ha ! (Sighs.) It is all over now. Pom. Nay, Mr. Cibber, why assume that the house has lost its virtue in our friend's hands 1 Cib. Because, young gentleman, you all want scavoir /aire ; the fellows of the day are all either unprincipled heathens like you, or cold blooded Amadisses like our host. The true Preux des Dames, (regretfully) went out with the full periwig, stap my vitals 1 Qu.in. A bit of toast, Mr. Cibber ? (Goes to table.) Cib. Jemmy, you are a brute. Quin. You refuse, sir? Cib. (With dignify.) No, sir, I accept. (Quin tales plate of toast to table, R.) Pom. ( Goes to table.) Yon Antediluvians must not flatter your- selves you have monopolized iniquity, or that the deluge washed away intrigue, and that a rake is a fossil. We are still as vicious as you could desire, Mr. Cibber. What if I bet a cool hundred round that Vane has a petticoat in tie next room, and Mrs. Woffington shall bring her out. 24 MASKS AND FACES. Vane. Pomander ! (Checks himself.) But wo all know Po mander. Pom. Not yet, but you shall. Now don't look so abominably in- nocent, my dear fellow, I ran her to earth in this house not ten minutes ago. Cib. Have her out, Peggy ! I know the run — there's the cover — Hark forward ! Yoicks! Ha, ha, ha! (Coughing.) Ho, ho! Vane. Mr. Cibber, age and infirmity are privileged but for you, Sir Charles Pomander — Woff. Don't be angry. Do you not see it is a jest, and, as might be expected, a sorry one ? Vane. A jest ; it must go no farther, or by Heaven ! — (Wof- fingtoit places her hand on his shoulder — .Mabel appears D. R. 2 E.) Mabel. Ernest, dear Ernest ! (Woffington removes her hand quickly.) Vane. Mabel ! Pom. I win. (A pause of silent amazement. Vane looks round on the reverse side of Woffington.) Woff. (Aside to Vane.) Who is this ? Vane. My — my wife! (All rise and bow. Colander place* chair for Mrs Vane.) Cib. 'Fore Gad ! he is stronger than Loungeville. Mabel. You are not angry with me for this silly trick ? After all I am but two hours before my time. You know, dearest, I 6aid six in my letter. Vane. Yes — yes ! Mabel. And you have had three days to prepare you, for I wrote like a good wife to ask leave before starting, ladies and gen- tlemen ; but he never so much as answered my letter, madam. (To Woffington, who winces.) Vane. Why, you c — c — couldn't doubt, Mabel? (Cibber joins Snarl and Soaper at table l.) Mabel. No, silence gives consent ; but I beg your pardon, Indies, (looking to Woffington,) for being so glad to see my husband. Snarl. 'Tis a failing, madam, you will soon eet over in toira. (Laugh.) MASK'J AND FACES. 25 Mabel. Nay , sir, I hope not ; but I warrant me you did not look for me so soon. Woff. Some of us did not look for you at all. Mabel. What ! Ernest did not tell you he expected me ? Woff No ; he told us the entertainment was in honor of a lady's first visit to his house ; but he did not tell us that lady was his wife. Vane. (Aside to Woff.) Spare her! Woff. (Aside to Vane.) Have you spared me ? Pom. No doubt he wished to procure us that agreeable surprise, which you have procured him. Snarl. And which he evidently enjoys so much. Soap. Oh, evidently. (Cibber, Snarl and Soaper laugh, aside.) Vane. You had better retire, Mabel, and change your travelling dress. Mabel. Nay ; you forget, I am a stranger to your friends. Will you not introduce me to them first ? Vane. No, no ; it is not usual to introduce in the polite world. Woff. We always introduce ourselves. (Rises. All come down except Vane and Quin.) Vane. (Aside to Woff.) Madam, for pity's sake ! Woff. So, if you will permit me. Pom. (Aside.) Now for the explosion ! Vane. (Aside.) She will shew me no mercy. Woff. (Introducing Clive.) Lady Lurewell ! Clive. Madam ! (She curtsies.) If she had made m( a com- moner, I'd have exposed hei on the spot. Woff. (Introducing him.) Sir John Brute ! Quin. (She comes forward, aside to Woff.) Hang it! Falstaff! Woff. Sir John Brute Falstaff ! we call him for brevity, Brute. Pom. (Aside ) Missed fire ! Confound her ready wit. Vane. (Aside.) I breathe again. Woff. That is Lord Foppington, (crosses to Cibber,) a butter- fly of long standing and a little gouty. Sir Charles Pomander ! Pom. Who wdl spare you the trouble of a description, (crossing to Mabel,) as he has already had the honor of avowing himself Mrs. Vane's xaart humble sen-ant. 3 36 MASKS AVD F-HXS Vane. How 1 (Advances c.) Mabel. The good gentleman who helped my coach out of tha slough yesterday. Vane. All ! ( Goes up to the table L. u. e.) Woff. Mr. Soaper, Mr. Snarl — gentlemen who would butter and cut up their own fathers ! Mabel. Bless me ; cannibals ! Woff. ( With a sweet smile.) No ; critics. Mabel. But yourself, madam ? Woff. (Curtseying.) I am the Lady Betty Modish, at youi service. Clive. (Aside to Quin.) And anybody else's. Mabel. Oh dear, so many lords and ladies ! Vane. Pray go, and change your dress, Mabel. Mabel. What ! before you hear the news of dear "Willoughby, Ernest 1 Lady Betty, I had so many things to tell him, and he sends me away. Cibber. Nay, really, 'tis too cruel. Woff. Pray, madam, your budget of country news ; clotted cream so seldom comes to London quite fresh. Mabel. There you see, Ernest. First, then, Grey Gillian is turned out for a brood mare, so old George won't let me ride her. Woff. The barbarian ! Mabel. Old servants are such hard masters, my lady ; and my Barbary hen has laid two eggs, Ernest. Heaven knows the trou- ble we have had to bring her to it. And dame Best (that's his old nurse, Lady Lurewell) has had soup and pudding from the hall every day. Quin. Soup and pudding ! that's what I call true charity. Mabel. Yes ; and once she went so far as to say, " it wasn't altogether a bad pudding." I made it with these hands. Cibber. Happy pudding ! Vane. Is this mockery, sir ? Cibber. No, sir, it is gallantry ; an exercise that died before you were born. Madam, shall I have the honor of kissing one of the fair hands that made that most favored of puddings 1 Mabel. Oh, my lord, you may, because you are so old ; but I don't say so for a young gentleman, unless it was Ernest himself, and lie doesn't ask me. (Cibbee, Snael and Soaeee go \t}<) MASKS AND FACES. 27 Vane. (Angrily.) My dear Mabel, pray remember we are not %\ Wrlloughby! dive. Now, bear, where's your paw ? (Going up vi.) Quin. All I regret is, that I go without having helped Mrs Vane to buttered toast. Clive. Poor Quin, first to quit his bottle half finished, and now, to leave the run of the table for a walk in the garden ! {Exeunt c. D. L.) Vane. Let me shew you to your apartment. (Rings bell, leads her to door r.) Enter Servant l. h. Bid the musieians play. (Exit Servant l. h.) (Vane offers his arm to Woffington.) Let me conduct you to the garden. * (Music without v. e. r. h. Woffington gives her hand and goes off with Vane L. C. — in going out she looks back. Music heard.) Woff. (Aside.) Yes; there are triumphs out of the Theatre. {Exit with Vane l. c.) Cibber. (Crosses to Mabel.) Mr. Vane's garden will lack its fairest flower, madam, if you desert us. Mabel, (r.) Nay, my lord, there are fairer here than I. Pom. (Goes up to c. l.) Jealous, I see, already. Shall I tell her all 1 No ; I will let the green-eyed monster breach the fortress, and then I shall walk in without a contest. Cibber. (Meeting Sir Charles at c. L.) Your arm, sir Charles. Pom. At your service, Mr. Cibber. (Exeunt Pomander and Cibber c. d. l.) Snarl. A pleasant party, Mr. Soaper. Soap. Remarkably. Such a delightful meeting of husband and wife, Mr. Snarl ! (Exeunt c. d. l. h. Music ceases.) Mabel. How kind they all are to me, except him whose kind- ness alone I value, and he must take Lady Betty's hand instead of mine ; but that is good breeding I suppose. I wish there was no such thing as good breeding in London, any more than in Hunti agdonshire. 25 MASKS AND FACES. Col. {Without, angrily, c. L.) I tell you Mr. Vane is no: at home. Mabel. What is the matter ? (Triplet discovered attempting to force his way through C. T>. L. H. Colander bars his entrance. Triplet carries a portfolio, two vtlumes, and a roll of manuscript.) Col. I tell you he is not at home, sir. Mabel. How can you say so, when you know he is in the garden. Col. Ugh ! (Aside.") The simpleton. Mabel. Show the gentleman in. Col. Gentleman ! Trip. A thousand thanks, madam, for this condescension ; I will wait Mr. Vane's leisure in the hall. Mabel. Nay, sir, not in the hall, 'tis cold there. Tell Mr. Vane the gentleman waits. Will you go, sirrah ? Col. 1 am gone, madam. (Aside.) Porter to players ! and now usher to an author ! curse me if I stand it. (Exit c. D. L. H.) Trip. (Advancing.) A thousand apologies, madam, for the trouble I put you to. I — madam — you overwhelm me with confusion. Mabel. Nay — nay — be seated. liip. Madam, you are too condescending. (Aside.) Who can she be ? (Bows again and again.) Mabel. Nay, sit down and rest you. (Triplet bows, and sits on the edge of a cliair, with astonishment.) You look sadly adust and tired. Trip. Why, yes, madam ; it rs a long way from Lambeth ; and the heat is surpassing. ( Takes his handkerchief out to wipe his brow ; returns it somewhat hastily to his pocket.) I beg your pardon, I forgot myself. Mabel. (Aside.) Poor man, he looks sadly lean and hungry. And I'll be bound you came in such a hurry, you forget — you mustn't be angry with me — to have your dinner first. Trip. How strange ! madam, you have guessed it. I did for- get — he, he! — I have such a head — not that I need have for- gotten it — but being used to forget it, I did not remember not to forget it to-day. (Smiles absurdly.) MASKS AND FACES. 29 Mitbel. {Pours wine.') A glass of wine, sir ? Trip. (Rising and bowing.) Nay, madam. (Eyes the wine- drinks.) Nectar, as I am a man. (She helps him to refreshments.') Mabel. Take a biscuit, sir 1 Trip. (Eating.) Madam, as I said before, you overwhelm me. "Walking certainly makes one hungry. (Eats.) Oh, yes, it cer- tainly does ; (Mabel helps him) and though 1 do not usually eat at this time of the day. (Mvbel helps him again.) Mabel. I am sorry Mr. Vane keeps you waiting. Trip. By no means, madam, it is very fortunate — (Eats) I mean it procures me the pleasure of (eats) your society. Besides, the servants of the Muse are used to waiting. What we are not used to is (she Jills his glass) being waited on by Hebe and the Twelve Graces, whose health I have the honor ! — Falernian, as I'm a poet ! Mabel. A poet ! t Clapping her hands. ) Oh, I am so glad ! I never thought to see a living poet ; I do so love poetry ! Trip. Fa ! it is in your face, madam. I should be proud to have your opinion of this trifle composed by me for Mr. Vane, in honor of the lady he expected this morning. Mabel. {Aside.) Dear Ernest! how ungrateful I was. Nay, sir, I think I know the lady ; and it would be hardly proper for me to hear them. Trip. (After placing the MS. by the side of his plate, with another plate to keep it open; laying his hand on his heart.) Oh, strictly correct, madam. James Triplet never stooped to the loose taste of the town, even in trifles of this sort. (Reads.) " When first from Albion's isle — " Mabel. Take another glass of wine first. Trip. Madam, I will. (Drinks.) I thank you infinitely. (Reads.) " When first from Albion's isle — " Mabel. Another biscuit. (Hel]>s him.) Trip. Madam, (eats a mouth fill,) you do me infinite honor. (Reads again.) " When first from Albion's isle — " Mabel. No — no — no! (Stops her ears.) Mr. Vane intended them for a surprise, and it would spoil his pleasure were I to hear them from you. Trip. (Sighs.) As you please, madam ! But you would hav» 3* 3ft MASKS AND JFAJES. liked them, for the theme inspired me. The kindest, the most generous and gifted of women ! — don'* you agree with me, madam 1 Mabel. (Laughs.) No indeed ! 'Trip. Ah I if you knew her as I do. Mabel. I ought to know her better, sir. Trip. Her kindness to me, for instance ; a poor devil like me, if I may be allowed the expression. Mabel. Nay, you exaggerate her trifling act of civility. Trip. (Reproachfully.) Act of civility, madam! Why she has saved me from despair — from starvation perhaps. Mabel. (Aside.) Poor thing ! how hungry he must have been. Trip. And she's to sit to me for her portrait, too. Mabel. Her portrait! (Aside.) Oh, another attention of Ernest's — but I thought you were a poet, sir ? Trip. So I am, madam, from an epitaph to an epic Let me convince you. (Reads.) " When first from Albion's isle — " Mabel. But you spoke just now of painting. Are you a painter too ? Trip. From a scene to a sign-board ; from a house-front to an historical composition. Maliel. Oh, what a clever man ! And so Ernest commissioned you to paint this portrait ? Trip. No ; for that 1 am indebted to the lady herself. Mabel. The lady ? (Rises.) Trip. I expected to find her here ; — perhaps you can inform me whether she is arrived 1 Mabel. (Aside.) Not my portrait after all. Who ? Trip. Mrs. Woffington. Mabel. Woffington ? No, there was no such name among the guests Mr. Vane received to-day. Trip. That is strange ! She was to be here ; and therefore I expedited the verses in her honor. Mabel. ( Rnefulh). ) In her honor ? Trip. Yes, madam ; the subject is " Genius trampling on Envy." It begins. (Reads.) " When first from Albion's isle — " Mabel. Nay, I do not care to hear them, for I do not know the lady. 4ASKS AXD FACES. 31 Trip. Few really know her ; but at least you have seen her act. Mabel. Act ! Is she an actress t Trip. An actress, madam! The Actress! — and you have never seen her ! Madam, you have a great pleasure before you ; to see her act is a privilege, but to act with her, as I once did, though she doesn't remember it — I was hissed, madam, owing to circumstances which for the credit of our common nature I suppress. Mabel. An actor too ! Trip. And it was in a farce of my own too, madam, which was damned — accidentally* Mabel. And a play-writer ? Trip. Plays, madam ! I have written a library of them ; but the madmen who manage the patent houses won't act them and make their fortunes. You see in me a dramatic gold mine, lost because no company will work mc. Mabel. Yes, yes ; but tell me ! this actress : — Mr. Vane ad- mires her ? Trip. Mr. Vane is a gentleman of taste, madam. Mabel. And she was to have been here ? There were none bul persons of quality — ah! the news of my intended arrival — no doubt — well Mr. Trip. Triplet, madam ! James Triplet, 10, Hercules Buildings, Lambeth : occasional verses, odes, epithalamia, elegies, dedications, translations, and every species of literary composition executed with spirit, punctuality, and secrecy. Portraits painted, and les- sons given in declamation and the dramatic art. The card, ma- dam, (presents card) of him, who, to all these qualifications adds a prouder still — that of being your humble, devoted, and truly grateful servant — James Triplet. (Bows and moves off — returns.) The fact is, madam, it may appear strange to you, but a kind hand has not so often been held out to me, that I should forget it, especially when that hand is so fair and gracious as yours. May I be permitted, madam ? (Puts her hand to his lips.) You will im- pute it to gratitude rather than audacity — madam, I am gone — I flatter myself, James Triplet, throughout this charming interview, has conducted himself like what he may not appear to be — a gentleman. Madam, I take my final leave. (Exit 1 e. l.) 32 MASKS AND FACES. Mabel. Invite an actress to his house ! hut Ernest is so warm- hearted and generous ; no doubt 'tis as Mr. Triplet says ; he has admired her acting and wished to mark his sense of her merit by presenting her these verses, and a dinner. (Music.) These poor actors and actresses ! I have seen some of them down in Hunting- donshire, and I know what a kindness it is to give them a good meal. (Crosses to l.) Enter Sir Charles Pomander l. c. down r. Pom. What, madam, all alone, here as in Huntingdonshire? Force of habit. A husband with a wife in Huntingdonshire is so like a bachelor. Mabel. Sir ! Pom. And our excellent Ernest is such a favorite. Mabel. No wonder. Pom. There are not many who can so pass in six months from the larva state of Bumpkin to the butterfly existence of Beau. ( Mus ic ceases.) Mabel. Yes ; (sadly) I find him changed. Pom. Changed 1 transformed ! He is now the prop cf the Cocoa-tree — the star of Ranclagh — the Lauzun of the Green Room. Mabel. The Green Boom 1 Pom. Ah, I forgot ! you are fresh from Eden ; the Green Room, my dear madam, is the bower where fairies put off their wings and goddesses become dowdies — where Lady Macbeth weeps over her lap-dog's indigestion, and Belvidcra groans over the amount of her last milliner's bill. In a word, the Green Room is the place where actors and actresses become mere men and women, and the name is no doubt derived from the general cha- racter of its unprofessional visitors. Mabel. And is it possible that Ernest, Mr. Vane, frequents such places ? Pom. He has earned in six months a reputation that many a fine gentleman would give his ears for — not a scandalous journal he has not figured in — not an actress of reputation or no repute tion, but gossip has give.u him for a conquest. MASKS AND FACES S3 Mabel. You forget, sir, you are speaking to his wife. Pom. On the contrary, madam ; but you would be sure to learn this, and it is best you should learn it at once and from a friend. Mabel. Is it the office of a friend to calumniate the husband to the wife ? Pom. When he admires the wife, he reprobates the husband's ill-taste in neglecting her. Mabel,. Do you suppose I did not know of his having invited Mrs. Woffington to his house to-day 1 Pom. What ! you found her out ? you detected the Actress-of- all-work under the airs of Lady Betty Modish. Mabel. Lady Betty Modish ! Pom. Yes ; that was La Woffington. Mabd. Whom he had invited hither to present her with a copy of verses. Pom. Et cetera. Mabel. And who in an actress' sudden frolic, gave herself and her companions those titles without my husband's connivance. Pom. Vane could not have explained it half so well. These women are incredibles. Mabel. Had the visit been in any other character, do you think he would have chosen for it the day of my arrival 1 Pom. Certainly not, if he knew you were coming. Mabel, And he did know; why here (seeing letters on table l.) are my letters announcing my intention to start — my progress on the road — the last written from Barnet, only yesterday. While speaking she has gone to the salver, on L. H. and hastily taken the letters, which she offers Pomander with triumph. He takes them with an uncertain air, looks at them — gives them back to her after a pause. Pom. (Coolly.) The seals have not been broken, madam. Mabel. (Bursting into tears.) Unopened ! It is too true ! Flung aside unread ! and I have learned by heart every word he ever wrote to me. Sir, you have struck down the hope and trust of my life without remorse. May heaven forgive you ! Pom. Madam ! let me, who have learned to adore you — Mabd. I may no longer hold a place in my husband's heart - but I am still mistress of his house — leave it, sir ! &4 MASKS AND FACES. Pom. Your wishes are my law — (going) but here they come I (Crosses to l.) Use the right of a wife, watch them unseen, and you will soon learn whether I am mistaken, or you misinformed. Mabel. ( Violently.) No ! I will not dog my husband's steps at the bidding of his treacherous friend. ( Watches Pomander out.') Pom. (Aside.) She will watch them. (Exit.) After a moment or two of irresolution, Mabel crouches down behind a chair. Enter Vane c. l. conductina Woffington : theupazz without observing Mvisel. Vane. But one word — I can explain all. Let me accompany you to this painter's. I am ready to renounce credit — character — wife — all for you ! Woff. 1 go alone, sir. Call Mrs. Woffington's coach. Exit Woffington, followed by Vane. 1 e. l. Mabel. (Starting from seat.) Oh, no, no ! — you cannot use me ao. Ernest ! Husband ! ( Tries to rush towards l. d. Swoons. Vane returns.) Vane. Who called me ? Mabel — my wife ! (Stamps.) help, here! — what have I done? (He raises her in his arms. Quick drop.) ■ID e before a father who is sitting clown, (seats himself) all gayety — and hilarity to write a Com — a Com — (chokes.) Where's the youngest — where's Cleopatra? (Mrs. T. brings child to him — he takes her on his knee.) Girl. Father, I'm not so very hungry ! Boy. ( Who has come to his father.) And I'm not hungry at all — I had a piece of bread and butter yesterday ! Trip. Wife ; they'll drive me mad ! Boy. (Sotto voce.) Mother; father made us hungry out of his book. Girl. Is it a cookery book, father ? Trip. Ha ! ha ! is my comedy a cookery book ? The young rogues say more good things than I do — that is the worst of it. Wife, I took that sermon I wrote — Mrs. T. And beautiful it was, James. Trip. I took it to the Reverend Gentleman, and lie would not have it, he said it was too hard upon sin for the present day. (Dashes at the paper.) Ah! if my friend Mrs. Woffington would but leave this stupid comedy and^ take to tragedy, things would smile again. Mrs. T. Oh, James, how can you expect anything from that woman 1 You won't believe what all the world says — you measure folk by your own good heart. Trip. I haven't a good heart, I spoke like a brute to you just now. Mrs. T. Never mind, James, I wonder how you put up with me at all ! a sick useless creature. I often wish to die, for your sake — I know you would do better — I am such a weight round your neck. (Triplet takes Mrs. T. to chair — then returns with energy to his comedy — boy brings violin.) Boy. Play us a tune on the fiddle, father ! Mrs. T. Ay do, husband ! that often helps you in your writing. (Triplet plays a merry tune dolefully.) Trip. It won't do, music must be in the heart, or it will never come out of the fingers. (Puts fiddle down — boy takes it and puts it in the cradle.) No ! let us be serious and finish the comedy — perhaps it hitches because I forgot to invoke Thalia — the Muse of Cottredy, Mrs. Triplet ; she must be a black-hearted jade if she MASKS A.VV KACES. Jf won't lend a broad grin to a poor devil starving in the nilila of his hungry little ones. Mrs. T. Heathen goddesses can't help us. We had better pray to heaven to look down on us and our children. Trip. (Sullenly.) You forget, Mrs. Triplet, that our street \a tery narrow, and the opposite houses are very high. Mrs, T. James ! Trip. How can heaven see an honest man and his family in such an out-of-the-way place as this. Mrs. T. Oh ! what words are these ? Trip. Have we given honesty a fair trial 1 yes or no. ( Walk- ing in great agitation) Mrs. T. No, not till we die as we have lived. Trip. I suppose heaven is just, I can't know it, till it sends mo an angel to take my children's part ; they cry to me for bread, I have nothing to give them but hard words. God knows it has taken a great deal to break my heart, but it is broken at last, broken — broken. (He sobs icith head on his hands on table.) Enter Woffington, speaking, l. d. 2 e. Woff. Wasn't somebody inquiring after an angel 1 Here I am ! Trip. Mrs. Woftingron ! (Mrs. W. seeing Triplet's distress, retreats ; but presently comes back.) Wojf. See. (Shows him letter.) " Madam, you are an angel ; " from a gentleman, a perfect stranger to me, so it must be correct. Enter Pompet, with a basket, l. d. 2 E. Ah ! here is another angel ! there are two sorts you know, angels of light and angels of darkness. (Takes basket from Pompet.) Lucifer, avaunt ! (in a terrible tone) and wait outside the door. (In a familiar tone.) (Exit Pompet l. d 2 e.) {Aside.) They are in sore distress, poor things ! I am sorry you are ill, Mrs. Triplet! I have brought yon some physic — black draught from Burgundy. (Mrs. Triplet attempts to rise but rinks back again.) Don't move I issist ! 4 38 MASKS AND. FACES. Trip. Oh, Mrs. Woftington, had I dreamed you would deiga to come here — Woff. You would have taken care to be out. (Aside.) Their faces looked pinched, I know what that means. Mrs. Triplet, I have come to give your husbaad a sitting for my portrait, will you allow me to eat my little luncheon in your room? I am so hungry. Pompey ! (Pompey runs in L. D. 2 e.) run to the corner and buy me that pie I took such a fancy to as we came along. ( Gives money to Pompey.) (Exit Pompey l. d. 2 e.) Boy. Mother, will the lady give me a bit of her pie ? Mrs. T. Hush, you rude boy. Woff. She is not much of a lady if she doesn't ! Now children, we'll first look at father's comedy. Nineteen dramatis persona;, — cut out seven. Don't bring your armies into our drawing- rooms, Mr. Dagger and Bowl ; can you marshal battalions on a Turkey carpet, and make gentlefolks witty in platoons ? What's here in the first act 1 A duel ! and both wounded — you butcher ! Trip. (Deprecatingly.) They are not to die. they shan't die, upon my honor ! Woff. Do you think I'll trust their lives with you 1 I'll show you how to run people through the body. (Takes pen, writes.) Business, " Araminta looks out of the garret window, the combat- auts drop their swords, put their hands to their hearts, and stagger off, o. p. and p. s." Now children ! who helps me lay the cloth 1 Chit. I, and I! (They run to dresser.) Mrs. T. (Half rising.) Madam, I can't think of allowing you. Woff. Sit down ma'am, or I must use brute force ; (in Mrs. T'a ear) shake hands with distress, for it shall never enter your door again. (Mns.T. clasps her hands. Woffington meets the chil- dren with the tablecloth, ivhich she lays.) Twelve plates, quick! twenty-four knives, quicker ! forty-eight forks, quickest. Enter Pompey C d. 2 e. who sets pie on table, and exit looking wistfully at it. Mr. Triplet — your coat, if you please — and carve. Drip. My coat, madam 1 MASKS AND FaCIsS. 39 Woff. Yes ; off with it, there's a hole in it. (Triplet, with signs of astonishment, gives her his coat, then carves pie — they eat. Woff. seats herself.) Be pleased to cast your eye on that, ma'am. {Bog passes housewife to Mrs. Triplet.) Woffington's house- wife, made by herself, homely to the eye, but holds everything in the world, and has a small space left for everything else ; to be returned by the bearer. Thank you, sir! (Stitches away veiy ra- pidly.) Eat away ; children, when once I begin the pie will soon end ; (girl takes plate to her mother,) I do everything so quick. Girl. The lady sews faster than you, mother. Woff. Bless the child, don't come near my sword-arm, the needle will go into your eye, and out at the back of your head. (Children laugh.) The needle will be lost, the child will be no more, enter undertaker, house turned topsyturvy, father showa Woffington the door, off she goes, with a face as long and as dull as papa's comedy, crying, "Fine Chaney o-ran-ges!" (The children laugh heartily.) Girl. Mother ! the lady is very funny ! Woff. You'll be as funny when you're as well paid for it (Triplet choices with laughing, and lays down knife and fork.) Mrs. T. James, take care ! Woff. There's the man's coat, (aside) with a ten pound nolo in it. (Girl takes it to Triplet.) Trip. My wife is a good woman, ma'am, but deficient in an important particular. Mrs. T. Oh, James ! Trip. Yes, my dear, I regret to say you have no sense of humor ; no more than a cat, Jane. Woff. What ! because the poor thing can't laugh at your comedy. Trip. No ma'am, but she laughs at nothing. Woff. Try her with one of your tragedi es ! Mrs. T. I am sure, James, if I don't laugh, it is not for the want of the will. (Dolefully ) I used to be a very heary laughter; but I haven't langhed this two years. (Woffington leads Mrs. T. to chair.) Woff. Oh, you haven't, haven't you 1 Then the next two vaars you shall do nothing else. 40 MASK9 AND 5 ACES. Trip. Oh, madam, that passes the talent even of the gre*t comedian. Boy. She is not a comedy lady. Woff. Hallo ! Boy. You don't ever cry, pretty lady. Woff. (Ironically.) Of course not. Boy. {Confidentially.) Comedy is crying. Father cries all the time he writes his comedy. Woff. Oh ! Trip. Hold your tongue. They were tears of laughter, you know, ma'am. Wife, our children talk too much ; they thrust their noses into everything, and criticise their own father. Woff. Unnatural offsprings ! Trip. And when they take up a notion, the devil himself couldn't convince them to the contrary ; for instance, all this morning they thought fit to assume that they were starving. Boy. So we were till the angel came, and the devil went for the pie. Trip. There, there, there, there ! now, you mars my words, Jane, we shall never get that idea out of their heads — Woff. Till we (cuts a large piece of pie, and puts on child's plate) put a different idea into their stomachs. Come, trinquons! as they do in France. (Fills glasses, and touches hers ivith those of the children, who crowd round her with delight.) Were you ever is France, Triplet ? Trip. No, madam, I am thoroughly original. Woff. That's true. Well, I went there once to learn tragedy of the great Dumesnil. (Recites a couple of lines of tragedy a la Franqaise.) But Peg Woffington was never meant to walk the stage on stilts ; — no, let Mrs. Pritchard pledge Melpomene in her own poison-howl, I'll give you Thalia in a bumper of Burgundy. Come, drink to your new mistress, Triplet. (Fills her glass.) Mrs. Triplet, (she rises, bottle and glass in hand,) I must prescribe for you too. A wine glassful of this elixir six times a day till further notice. Success to your husband's comedy ! What's this ? (Sees fiddle in cradle.) A fiddle, as I'm an ex-orange wench ! (Giving it to Triplet.) Here, Triplet, a jig — a jig. (Triplet takes /iddh. ) Peggy has not forgotten how to cover the buckle. Come, MASKS AXD FACES. 41 young ones — (Triplet plays. She dances a jig with the children) — more power to your elbow, man — shake it, ye sowl ! Hurroo ! (She dances up to Triplet, who in his excitement, rises and joins in the jig, while Mrs. Triplet Jollows their movements with her body.) But come, Mr. Tripiet, you really shan't make me play the fool any longer. Business ! — my picture is to be finished. Mrs. Triplet, we must clear the studio : — take your cherubs into tho bed-room. Mrs. T. {Seizes her hand.) Oh, madam ! may the blessing of a mother watch over you in life and after it, and the blessing of these innocents too ! Woff. Pooh ! pooh ! let me kiss the brats. (Kisses them. Aside.) Poor things ! Boy. I shall pray for you after father and mother. Girl. I shall pray for you after daily bread, because we were so hungry till you came. Woff. (Putting them off r. 2 e.) There, there. Exeunt mother and cherubs. Music for the exit, Trippy — the merriest you can extort from that veteran Stradivarius of yours. (Aside.) Heaven knows I've as much need of merry music as the saddest of them. (Sees Triplet oveirome.) Why, how now? If there isn't this kind-hearted, soft-headed, old booby of a Triplet making a picture of himself in water colors. (Goes up to him — taps him on the arm.) Come! to work — to work, and with & will, for I have invited Cibber, and Quin, and Clive, and Snarl, Soaper and all, to see the portrait, which is to make your fortune and hand me down to posterity not half as handsome as nature made me. There (sits,) I must put on my most bewitching smile of course. (Aside.) Oh, dear ! how it belies my poor aching heart. (Triplet, during this, has got his palette and pencil, set his easel, and begun to work, while Woffington sits.) "Well, arc you satisfied with it ? Trip. Anything but, madam. (Paints.) Woff. Cheerful soul ! then I presume it is like. Trip. Not a bit. (Woffington stretches.) You in»<-t ret yawn, ma'am — you must not yawn just now ! Woff. Oh, yes, I must, if you will be so stupid. Trip I was just about to catch the turn of the lip. 4* 42 MASKS A.VD FACES. Woff. Well, catch it, it wont run away. Trip. A pleasant half-hour it will be foi me, when all yout friends come here, like cits at a shilling ordinary, each for his cut. Head a little more that way. (Sadly.) I suppose you can't sit quiet, madam ; then never mind. Look on thk picture and on that ! Woff. Meaning, that I am painted as well as my picture. Trip. Oh. no, no, no ! but to turn from your face, on which the lightning of expression plays continually, to this stony, de- testable, dead daub: I could — (seizes palette-knife) miserable mockery! vile caricature of life and beauty ! take that ! (Dashes the knife through picture.) Woff. Oh ! right through my pet dimple ! Hark ! I hear the sound of coaches — the hour of critique approaches ! Trip. Two coach loads of criticism, and the picture ruined ! Woff. (Refecting.) I'll give you a lesson — your palette-knife. (Cuts away face of the picture.) Trip. There will be Mr. Cibber with his sneering snuff-box ; Mr. Quin with his humorous bludgeon ; Mrs. Clive with her tongue ; Mr. Snarl with his abuse; and Mr. Soaper with his praise! — but I deserve it all ! Woff. That green baize — (gets behind easel) fling it over the easel — so; and now (showing her f ice through the picture) you shall criticise criticism, and learn the true weight of goose's fea- thers. (Triplet throws the baize over the picture.) Enter l. d. 2 e. Cibber, Clive, Quin, Snarl, and Soaper. Triplet bows humbly. They return his salute carelessly. Cibber. Ough ! Four pair of stairs! Quin. Well, where's the picture ? ( Crossing to r. n. tviih Clive. They take up positions to look at it.) 7 lip. Mrs. Woffington, gentlemjn ! (Triplet removes tin baize and suppresses a start.) Soap. Ah ! Snarl. Umph ! Quin. Ho ! Clive. Eh » s MASKS AND FACES. 43 Cibler. Ah ! Quin. Whose portrait did you say % Clive. He, he ! Peg Woftingtou's — it's a pretty head enough, and not a bit like Woffington. Quin. Nay — compare paint with paint, Kitty — who ever saw Woffington's real face 1 Soap. Now, I call it beautiful*; so smooth, polished, and uniform. Snarl. Whereas nature delights in irregular and finely gradu- ated surfaces. Your brash is not destitute of a certain crude talent, Mr. Triplet, but you are deficient in the were not at Mr. Vane's yesterday ? Woff. Yes I was ! Trip. No ! I came with my verses, but she said you were not faere. Woff. Who said so ? Trip. The charming young lady who helped me vrith her own tand to nectar and ambrosia. Woff. A young lady 1 Trip. About twenty-two. Woff. In a travelling dress ? Trip. Yes — brown hair — blue eyes ! I poured out all to her ; — that I expected to find you; that Mr. Vane admired you ; and that you were sitting to me for your portrait ; that I lived at 10. Hercules Buildings, and should be proud to show her the picture for her judgment. Woff. You told her all this ? Trip. I did. Do you know her 1 Woff. Yes. Trip. Who is she 1 Woff. Mrs. Vane. Trip. Mrs. Vane ! Mi-. Vane's mother ? No — no ! that can'j be! Woff. Mr. Vane's wife ! Trip. Wife ? Woff. Yes. Trip. Then she wasn't to know you were there * Woff. No. Trip. Then I let the cat flut of the bag 1 Woff. Yes. Trip And played the devil with their married happiness ? '16 MASKS AND FACE9. Woff. Probably. (Turns her back on him.) Trip. Just my luck ! Oh ! Lord, Lord ! To see what these Sue gentlemen are ! ft) have a lawful wife at home, and then to come and fall in love with you ! / do it for ever in my plays, it is all right there ! — but in real life it is abominable ! Woff. You forget, sir, that I am an actress ! — a plaything for every profligate who can find the open sesame of the stage-door. Fool ! to think there was an honest man in the world, and that he had shone on me ! Trip. Mrs. Woffington 1 Woff. But what have we to do (walks agitated) with homes, and hearths, and firesides ? Have we not the theatre, its triumphs, and full-handed thunders of applause ? Who looks for hearts beneath the masks we wear 1 These men applaud us, cajole us, swear to us, lie to us, and yet, forsooth, we would have them respect us too. Trip. (Fiercely.) They shall respect you before James Triplet. A great genius like you, so high above them all ! — my benefac- tress. ( Whimpers.) Woff. (Taking his hand.) I thought this man truer than the rest. I did not feel his passion an insult. Oh ! Triplet, I could have loved this man — really loved him. Trip. Then you don't love him ? Woff. Love him ! I hate him, and her, and all the world ! Trip. You will break with him then ? Woff. Break with him ! No ! I will feed his passion to the full — tempt him — torture him — play with him, as the angler plays the fish upon his hook ! He shall rue the hour he trifled with a heart and brain like mine ! Trip. But his poor wife ? Woff. His wife ! and are wives' hearts the only hearts that throb, and feel, and break 1 His wife must take care of herself, it is not from me that mercy can come to her. Trip. But, madam. (A knock at door l. 2 e.) Who's this at such a moment. (He goes to the ivindoio in flat.) 'Tisaladj'! Eh cloaked and hooded. Who can she be ? Perhaps a sitter ! My new profession has transpir* d ! (A tap at room-door l. d. 2 e.) MASKS AND FACES. 41 Enter a slatternly Servant, ivho hands a paper. Serv. From a lady who waits below. Trip. (Reads and drops the paper.) " Mabel Vane ! " Woff. His wife here ! (2b servant.) Show the lady up stairs ! (Exit Servant, l. d. 2 e.) What does she come here for ? Trip. I don't know, and I wish to heaven she had stayed away . You will retire, of course you will retire ? Woff. No, sir ! I will know why she comes to you. (Reflects, enters the picture again.) Keep it from me if you can ! (Triplet sinks into a chair, the picture of consternation.) Trip. ( With a ghastly smile, goiny very slowly toicards the door.) I am going to be in the company of the two loveliest women in Eng- land ; I would rather be between a lion and a unicorn — like the royal arms. (^1 tap at the door, l. 2 e.) Enter Mabel Vane, l. d. 2 e. in hood and cloak, a mask in her hand. Trip. Madam ! Mabel. ( Crosses to e. hastily.) See first that I am not followed ; that man who pursued me from my husband's house, — look out. Trip. (Looking through window.) Sir Charles Pomander ! — he examines the house — his hand is on the knocker — no ! he re- tires ! (He rids her of her hood, mantle, mask, $-c.) Mabel. I breathe again. (Hastily.) Mr. Triplet, you said I might command your services. Trip. (Bows.) Mabel. You know this actress you spoke of to-day, Mrs. "Wof- fington 1 Trip. (Aside.) Curse it, ! I am honored by her acquaintance, madam ! Mabel. You will take me to her to the theatre where she acts 1 Trip. But consider, madam ! Mabel. You must not refuse me. Trip. But what can be the use of it t Mabel. I am sure you are true and honest — I will trust you. (Trip, bows.) When you saw me yesterday, I was the happiest 48 MASKS AND FACES. woman in the world, for I love my husband ; and I thought then he loved me as he usol to do. Two days ago I left our country home — I vc;;rned to be by my husband's side; I counted tho hours of the journey, the miles, the yards of the road — I reached his house at last — to find that the heart, on which I had so longed to rest my head, was mine no longer. Trip. Foer thi jg ! poor thing ! Mabel. And she who held my place, was the woman — the actress you so praised to me ; and now you pity me, do you not ; and will not refuse my request 1 Trip. But be advised ; — do not think of seeking Mrs. Woffing- ton ; she has a good heart, but a fiery temper ; besides good heavens ! you two ladies are rivals. Ilave you read the Rival Queens, madam 1 Mabel. 1 will cry to her for justice and mercy; — I never saw a kinder face than this lady's — she must be good and noble! Trip. She is ! I know a family she saved from starvation and despair. Mabel. (Seeing Woff. in the picture.) Ah! she is there! see! see ! (She approaches the easel.') Trip. (Interposing.) Oh, my portrait! you must not go near that, the colors are wet ! Mabel. Oh, that she were here, as this wonderful portrait is ; and then how I would plead to her for my husband's heart ! (She addresses the supposed picture.) Oh, give him back to me ! what is one more heart to you 'i you are so rich, and I am so poor, that without his love I have nothing ; but must sit me down and ciy till my heart breaks — give him back to me, beautiful, terrible woman ; for with all your gifts you cannot love him as his poor Mabel does. Oh, give him back to me — and I will love you and kiss your feet, and pray for you till my dying day. (Kneels to her and sobs.) Ah ! — a tear! it is alive ! (Runs to Tkipi^et and hides her head.) I am frightened ! I am frightened ! (Woffingtox steps out of frame and stands icith one hand on her brow, in a half-despairing attitude. She leaves I er hand ti Triplet to retire- — Mabel stands trembling.) Woff. We would be alone. Trip. (In t,onsternatjon.) But, Mrs WoSngton, but ladies ! MASKS AKD FACES. 49 Woff. Leave us ! Trip. I will retire into my sleeping apartment. (Retires into inner room, r. h. 2 e. and puts out his head.) Be composed, ladies. Neither of you could help it. Woff". Leave us, I say ! i(IIe vanishes suddenly. A long uneasy pause.) Woff. ( With forced coldness.) At least, madam, do me the jus- tice to believe I did not know Mr. Vane was married. Mabel. I am sure of it — I feel you are as good as you are gifted. Woff. Mrs. Vane, I am not — yon deceive yourself. Mabel. Then, Heaven have mercy on me ! but you are — I see it in your face, ah! you know you pity me ! Woff. I do, madam — and I could consent never more to see your — Mr. Vane. Mabel. Ah ! but will you give me back his heart ? What will his presence be to me if his love remain behind 1 Woff. But, how, madam ? Mabel. The magnet can repel as well as attract — you who can enchant — can you not break your own spell ? Woff You ask much of me ! Maltel. Alas, I do ! Woff. But I could do even this. Mabel. You could ! Woff. And perhaps if you — who have not only touched my heart, but won my respect, say to me — " do so," I shall do it. (Mabel clasps her hands.) There is only one ways-but that way is simple. Mr. Vane thinks better of me than I deserve — I have only to make him (with a trembling lip,) believe me worse than I am, and he will return to you, and love you better, far better, for having known, admired, and despised Peg Woffington. Mabel. Oh! I shall bless you every hour of my life. (Pause.) But rob you of your good name ! bid a woman soil her forehead so for me ! (Sighs, long pause.) With Heaven's help I do refuse your offer ; it is better I should die with my heart crushed, but my conscience unstained ; for so my humble life has passed till now. Woff. Humble ' sucn as you are the diamonds of the world ! ! ! 5 50 MASKS AND FACE3. Angel of truth and goodness, you have conquered ! The poor heart we both overrate shall be your's again. In my hands 'tis painted glass at best — but set in the lustre of your love, it may become a priceless jewel. Can you trust me 1 Mabel. With my life ! , Woff. And will you let me call you friend 3 Mabel. Friend ! no — not friend ! Woff. Alas ! Mabel. Let me call you siste«? I have no sister ! ( Timidly and pleadingly.) Woff. Sister! oh, yes ! call me sister ! (Tfiey embrace.) You do not know what it is to me, whom the proud ones of the world pass by with averted looks, to hear that sacred name from lips as pure as yours. Let me hold you in my arms — so — a little while — if you knew the good it does me to feel your heart beating ilcse to mine; (pause) and now to bring back this truant — how this heart flutters — you must compose yourself. ( Goes to door r. 2 e. leading to inner room and opens it.) And I have need to be alone awhile. (Puts her in, comes forward and sits a moment with her hands pressed over her forehead.) 'Twas a terrible wrench — but 'tis over; and now — "about my brains," as Hamlet says — to bring back the husband to his duty — what a strange office for a woman bike me ! How little the world knows about us after all. ( She sighs and sobs convulsively.) I ought to feel very happy — pshaw! On with the mask and spangles, Peggy — and away with the fumes of this pleasant day-dream — how to bring Pomander hither ? Let me see — tWs paper — (takes paper Mabel sent up) signed in her hand ; Mabel Vane — what if by its aid — I have it — pen — ink — one never can find writing materials in ail author's room- ( Goes to door and calls.) Triplet ! Enter Triplet from inner room r. 2 e. Pens and ink — quick ! Trip. (Gete them, looking at her.) Here, madam — and paper T Woff. No, I have that here. (She uTi'tes — he watches her.) Trip. Her eyes are red — and Mrs. Vane all of a flutter inside. There's been a storm — but they haven't torn each other in pieces, that's one comfort. But has she relented, I wonder. MASKS AND FACES. 51. Waff. Triplet ! This note to Sir Charles Pomander. Trip. Madam ! ( Takes it. ) What is it, I wonder ? However, '*m not my business. {Going — pauses.) But it is my business — I'm not a postman — if I carry letters I ought to know the con- tents. (Returns.) Madam — Woff. Well ! Trip. Madam — I — I — Woff. I see — you wish to know the contents of that letter — hear them : " Follow the bearer." Trip. Madam ! Woff. {Reads.) I am here without my husband's knowledge. Trip. Mrs. Woffington ! ' Woff. (Reads.) Alone and unprotected — signed "Mabel Vane." Trip. Her own signature, too ! Mrs. Woffington — you are a great actress — you have been cruelly wronged — you have saved me from despair, and my children from starvation ; but before I will carry that letter, I will have my hands hacked off at the wrists. Woff. {Aside.) What a good creature this is. Then you re- fuse to obey my orders. Trip. No ! no ! ask me to jump out of that window — to burn my favorite tragedy — to forswear pen and ink fo.* ever — any- thing but carry that letter, and I will do it. Woff. Well — leave the letter! (Triplet runs for his hat.) Where are you going ? Trip. To bring the husband to his wife's feet — and so to save one angel — that's the lady in the other room — from despair; and another angel — that's you, from a great crime. Trust poor Zemmj Triplet for once to bring this domestic drama to a happy denouement! (Exit l. d. 2 e.) Woff". How innocently he helps my plot ! I must have all the puppets under my hand. If I know Sir Charles, he is still on the watch. {Goes to window in flat.) Yes ! (Goes to inner door 2 e. e.) Here — your eldest boy, Mrs. Triplet ; I want him. Enter Ltsimacjius b. 2 E. Lysimachus, you see that gentleman, run down — give him thil 52 MASKS AND FACES. letter — ami the*" s"iow him up here. (Exit Lysimachtts e. 2 E., And now Mrs. Vane's maitle, the hood well forward — so — we are nearly of a height — he does not know I am here — if I can but imitate her voice and rustic shyness — allons, Peggy, 'tis sel- dom you acted in so s^ood a cause. (She assumes Ute air of Ma8. Vane.) Enter Pomander l. d. 2 e. Woffington appears sunk in grief — he comes forward — she starts and gives a little shriek. Pom. My dear Mrs. Vane. {She shrinks.) Do not be alarm- ed — loveliness neglected, and simplicity deceived, give irresistible claims to respect as well as adoration. Had fate given me this hand. (He takes her hand.) Woff. Oh, please, sir ! Pom. Would I have abandoned it for that of a Woffington — as artificial and hollow a jade as ever winked at a side-box. Oh, bad I been your busband, madam — bow would I have re- velled in the pastoral pleasures you so sweetly recalled yesterday — the Barbary mare — Woff. (Timidly.) Hen! Pom. Ah, yes, the Barbary hen ; and old dame — dame — Woff. Best, please, sir ! Pom. Yes, best — that happy though elderly female for whom you have condescended to make puddings. Woff. Alas, sir ! Pom. You sigh ! It is not yet too late to convert me. Upon this white hand I swear to become your pupil, as I am your adorer. (He kisses it.) Let me thus fetter it with a worthy mana- cle. (Aside.) What will innocence say to my five hundred guinea diamond ? Woff. La, sir ! how pretty ! Pom. Let me show how poor its lustre is to that of your eyes (He tries to draw back her hood.) Woff. Oh, sir — hark ! (She suddenly stai-ts away, and listens x'jv an attitudf of alarm.) Pom. Ah! (Noiss without 2 e. l.) Footsteps on the stairsl ( Goes to door r. e. l. and opens it, listening.) MASKS AND PACES. 53 Vane. (Without.) Another flight ! Pom. Ha! Vane's voice, by all -.1 £ t's mii-a-propos — (Wof* FINGTCN screams and rushes into inner apartment 2 E. R.) and now for Monsieur le raari. (Triplet appears at the door 2 e. l. h. with his back to the stage and speaking cff\ Trip. Have a care, sir ! There is a hiatus in the fourth step — and now for the friend who waits to forget grief and suspicion \a your arras — that friend is — Enter Vane, d. 2 e. l. Triplet turns round and recognises Po- mander, who is on r. n. The Devil! Pom. You flatter me ! Vane. So this is the mysterious rencontre — pray, Sir Charles, what is it you want to forget in my arms ? Pom. In your arms! {Aside.) Confounds himself with his wife, Perhaps you had better explain, my friend f Trip. Nay, sir — be yours the pleasing duty ! Vane. In one word, Sir Charles Pomander, why are you here ? and for what purpose am I sent for 1 Pom. In two words, my dear fellow, I don't choose to tell yon why I am here — and 'twas not I who sent for you. Vane. (To Triplet.) Speak, sirrah — your riddling message! Trip. There's nothing for it but the truth. Then, sir — the f ri nd I expected you would find here was Mrs. 1 a. {To Triplet.) Stop, my deplorable-looking friend: (to Vane ) when the answer to such a question begins with a mis- tress, I think you had better not inquire further. (To Trip.) Don't complete the name. Vane. I command you to complete it, or — Trip. Gentlemen, gentlemen, how am I to satisfy both of you ? Pom. My dear Vane, remember it is a lady's secret — the only thing in the world one is bound to keep, except one's temper, which by-the-bye, you're losing rapidly. Vane. (Aside.) He spoke of griefs and suspicions to be forgiven and forgotten. Mabel has left mv house. ( Crosses to c.) Sir 5* 54 MA9K5 AND FACES Charles Pomander, I insist on knowing who tins 'a.v\ is If it k as I fear, I have the best right to ask. Pom. But the worst right to be a swered. Vane. How am I to construe this tone, sir ? Pom. Do as we did at school with a troublesome passage — don't construe it at all. Vane. Sir Charles Pomander, you are impertinent. Pom. My dear Vane, you are in a passion. Vane. By heaven, sir — Trip. Gentlemen, gentlemen, I give you my word, Mr. Vane, she does not know of Sir Charles Pomander's presence here. Vane. She ? s'death, who ? Trip. Mrs. Vane ! Vane. My wife — here and with him ? Trip. No — not with him ! Pom. I regret to contradict you, my dilapidated friend, or I j hurt you, my dear Vane ; but really, in self-defence — you know this signature. {Offers paper written by Woffington.) Vane. Mabel's hand ! Pom. Yes — what my attentions began, your little peccadh': j* finished — cause and effect, my dear fellow — pure cause at,.l effect. Vane. Coxcomb and slanderer ! draw and defend yjmfssl*. (Draws.') — — Pom. If you will have it! (Draws.) Trip. (Throwing himself between them.) Hold ! hold ! (Woffington suddenly presents herself at the threshold of the dr^r 2 E. R. H. her hood is drawn over her face.) Trip, Mrs. Vane ! Vane. Mabel ! wife ! say that this is not true — that you were lured by stratagem. Oh, speak ! belie this coxcomb ! You knovv how bitterly I repented the infatuation that brought me tc the fe r c of another. (Woffington bursts into a lauc/h, and throw jack the hood,'* Pom. Woffington ! Vane. She here ! Woff. There, Sir Charles, did I not wager he would confess hi was heartily ashamed of himself 1 ( Crosses to e.) MASKS AND FACES, 6ft Trip. (Aside.) I have a glimmer of comprehension. Woff. Yes — we have had our laugh — and Mr. Vane his lesson ; as for Mrs. Vane — this way, madam, and satisfy yourself. Mabel enters v. r. 2 e. Mabel. Ernest — dear Ernest ! Vane. {Sternly.) Mabel, how came you here 2 Woff. In such very questionable company as a town rake and a profane stage-player 1 Mrs. Vane might have asked the same question yesterday. Why Mrs. Vane somehow fancied you had mislaid your heart in Covent Garden green-room, and that I had feloniously appropriated it ; she came here, in search of stolen goods — would you could rummage here, madam, and satisfy yourself if you still want proof, that I have no such thing as a heart about me — not even one of my own. Trip. I deny that — a better heart than Mrs. Woffington's — • Woff. What on earth do you know about it, man ? Vane. (7b Mabel.) But this letter? Woff. Was written by me on a paper which by accident bore Mrs. Vane's signature. The fact is, I had a wager with Sir Charles here — his diamond ring against my left-hand glove — that I could bewitch a certain country gentleman's imagination, though his heart all the while belonged to its rightful owner, and I have won. (Sighs.) Vane. What a dupe I have been — am I enough humiliated t Pom. Ha ! ha ! ha ! My poor fellow, you had better return to Huntingdonshire, and leave town and the players to us, who know how to deal with them. Woff. And are quite safe against being taken in — eh! Sir Charles q I Points to ring on her finger.) Pom. Oh, perfectly — we know each other's cards — retain that ring as a mark of my — (Woff. holds up her finger) respect ! Woff. No, no — I accept your ring ; but I shall always hate ycu. Pom. I welcome the sentiment — I can endure anything but your indifference. Vane. Ana you, Mabel, will you forgive my infatuation ? S6 MASKS AND FACES. Mabel. I forgive all, Ernest. (Crosses to Woefingiox, aside to her.) What do we not owe you sister 1 Woff. Nothing that word does not pay for. (Aside.) Alas 1 and so ends the game. You and I have the tricks, 1 think, Si* Charles — Mrs. Vane the honors. — Mr. Vane will quit hazard and the clubs for Willoughby Manor and the doublo dummy of a matrimonial rubber. As for me, I revoke my lead of hearts. Pom. After taking my ace of diamonds ! Trip. And poor Jemmy Triplet I suppose must once again take up his solitary hand at patience. Woff. Unless Manager Rich is fool enough to accept my judgment for gospel — and then — but whom have we here ? Enter d. 2 e. l. h. Cibber, Quin, Mrs. Clive, Snarl, and Soaper. Snarl and Soaper cross behind to r. h. Gibber. Ah! Mrs. Vane — Mr. Vane — Sir Charles — Peggy — Bonjour, Mesdames et Messieurs — Mr. Triplet, I congratulate you — stap my vitals! Trip. Congratulate me ! Clive. Yes — Quin here, who's a good natured bear, declares we behaved shamefully to you to-day, and so as Mr. Rich has just told us of your good fortune — Trip. My good fortune ! there must be some mistake. You've come to the wrong house. Quin. No ; you have a prospect henceforward of dining every day of your life. 'Tis a great comfort, and I wish you appetite to enjoy it, Mr. Triplet. Trip. Am I awake 1 Pinch me, somebody — (Woffington pinches him) — thank you — I am awake. Gibber. Manager Rich, thanks to Peggy's influence here, and a good word or two from one who shall be nameless, has accepted one of your tragedies. . Trip. Oh, Lord 1 Soap. He ! he ! I give you joy, Mr. Triplet ; Mr. Snarl and I are so glad, for as Mr. Snarl said to me, as we left your studio this morning, " I do so wish they'd play one of Mr. Triplet's tragedies." MASKS XSV FACES. 5? Snarl That I might have the pleasure of criticising it. Mr. Ricn did me the honor to ask which of the three we should accept— I told him, the shortest. Clive. You'll be pleased to hear, Mrs. Woffington, there's a capital part for me. (Aside.) Now she could knock me down, I kno w. Trip. One of my tragedies accepted at last ! Oh, gracious goodness ! Break it gently to my wife — I know I'm dreaming, but prithee don't anybody wake me. Oh, Mrs. Woffington — my guardian angel — my preserver ! ( Seizes her hand. ) Woff. No, no — we had better wait, and see on which act of your tragedy the curtain falls. Trip. All ! I forgot that. Mabel. I need not wait to express my gratitude — say in what way can I ever thank you 1 Woff. Dear sister, when hereafter in your home of peace you hear harsh sentence passed on us, whose lot is admiration, but rarely love, triumph but never tranquility — think sometimes of poor Peg Woffington, and say, stage masks may cover honest faces, and hearts beat true beneath a tinselled robe. Nor ours the sole gay masks that hide a face Where care and tears have left their withering trace, On the world's stage, as in our mimic art, We oft confound the actor with the part. Pom. Distrust appearances — an obvious moral — With which, however, I've no time to quarrel ; Though for my part, I've found, the winning riders In the world's race are often the outsiders. Vane. So I have played at love — witched from my will. Mabel. My love was always Ernest, and is still. Cibber Pshaw! stap my vitals ! "Manners make the man," They have made me ! Snarl. 'T is about all they can ! Soap. Yes ; Mr. Cibber's epitaph shall be, He played Lord Foppington at seventy-three. Clive. I'm for plain speaking — let the truth be shown — Snarl. Truth's in a well — best leave that well alone — IS MASKS AND FACES. Quin. Its bitter waters why should you uncork ? No ; play like me — an honest knife and fork. Trip. That part would be well played by many a poet, Had he the practice one must have, to know it, But 'tis the verdict by the public past, Must sentence scribblers or to feast or fast. Be kind to-night : in triplet tone I sue, As actor, manager, and author too. Pom. Mind lhat for sentence when they call the cause o-», You've at least one Peg here — to hang applause on. Woff. Yes ; sure those kind eyes and bright smiles one traces Are not deceptive masks — but honest faces. I'd swear it — but if your hands make it certain. Then all is right on both sides of the curtain. SITUATIONS. "woffington. Vane. Triplet. Mrs.Vane. Cibber. Sir Cuas. Mrs. Cute. Soaper. Quia. tJKARL. B. H. IHI IIO. MASKS AND FACES. 59 COSTUME. Sir diaries. — Scarlet square cut coat, gold holes; amber silk breeches; rich, long vest; white silk stockings, drawn over the knee; black shoes with high red heels; diamond buckles; small three- cornered hat, fringed with feathers; long flaxen wig, tied in large queue at back ; ruffles ; dress steel sword, and stick. Second Dres$. Amber silk embroidered square cut coat, (for Scene 2) rest of dress as Scene 1. Ernest Vane. — Bright plum silk velvet square cut coat, and breech- es; long white satin vest, gold holes to the suit; white silk stock ings, drawn over the knee; black shoes, with high red heels, diamond buckles; small three cornered hat, fiinged with feathers; long brown wig, tied in a large queue at back; ruffles; dress steel sword, and stick. Colley .Cibber. — Light brown square coat and breeches ; rose colored vest; white silk stockings, drawn over the knees; black shoes, with high red heels, diamond buckles; small three-cornered hat, fringed ■with feathers; white powdered bag wig; ruffles, and dress steel sword. (A mild edition of his own Lord Foppington.) Sallow face, de^ribed as of wash leather. Quin. — Fawn square cut coat and breeches; rose colored vest; white eilk stockings, drawn over the knee; black shoes, high red heels, diamond buckles; small three-cornered hat, fringed with feath- ers; powdered bag wig; ruffles, and dress steel sword. Triplet. — Black square cut coat and breeches; dark vest; gray stockings; black shoes and buckles; three-cornered hat; brown wig, with large queue tied at back, (dressed seedy;) a hole under the arm at coat. Lysimachus. — Dark square cut coat and breeches ; dark vest and stockings; black shoes, (dressed seedy.) Mr. Snarl. — Dark blue square cut coat, and breeches, small silver holes; embroidered vest; appointments same as Colley Cibber. Mr. Soaper. — Green square cut coat and breeches; gold hole*; embroidered vest; appointments same as Snarl. 80 JtASitS AllD FAOfr.S. James Burdock. — Square cut livery coat, breoehes and vest; ©13 fashioned boots; old man's silver-haired wig. Colander. — Black velvet square cut coat and breeches; embroid- ered vest; silk stockings; black shoes and buckles; bag wig; patches on face; well appointed in the height of fashion, no sword. Handsdon. — Rich square cut livery buttoned up the front; breeches, buff belt and buckle; high black boots and shins; three-cornered hat and bag wig. Call Boy. — Plain square cut coat, breeches ; stockings, shoes, and bag wig. Pvmpey. — Turkish trowsers; crimson Jacket, and fly trimmed with gold lace; red slippers; turban; blackface and black wigj page after Hogarth's marriage a La Mode. Mrs. Vane. — First Dress. Travelling green skirt and cardinal. Second Dress. Plain silk brocade, full at hips, not hooped ; short sleeves laced; caned hood and cape; (black silk) called cardinal. Peg. — First Dress. Rich silk dress, pearl white, with flowers and sprig embroidered; neck and arms bare. Secona Dress. Handsome dinner dress, same period. Third Dress. Walking dress, with black cardinal. Kilty Clive. — Gaudy dress, same period, stripe damask. Mrs. Triplet. — Shally dress, same period. Roxalana. — Shally dress (child), same period Maid. — Shally dress. Period, 1750. Eeign of George Third. 4 The young men wore their own hair long and tied up in a queue be. hind. The elder retained the powdered wig. The ladies, wore their hair completely thrown back, and tied at back in a arge broad queue. The above dresses are from prints of the time, in the possession of Alfred Howell, Esq., Costumer of the Boston Theatre. A Glorious Change. Medical treatment has been revolutionized. The Drastie purgatives with which it was the fashion to scour the system for every ailment, twenty years ago, have been abandoned. At last the discovery has been made that RENOVATION, NOT PROSTRATION, IS THE TRUE MEDICAL PHILOSOPHY. The introduction of PL ANT A TION BITTERS opened the eyes of the world to this great fact. The life-sustaining principle embodied in this great Vegetable Restorative is manifested in the weak and desponding by an immediate and most encouraging change. A pleasant glow, the precursor of returning health, is diffused through the system, and every day the invalid is conscious of a new accession of vital power. If the appetite has failed, it is quickened ; if digestion has been painful and imperfect, it becomes easy and thorough; if the liver is torpid, it is roused and regulated , if the nerves are relaxed, they are strengthened and restrung; if the brain has been haunted by morbid fancies, they are put to flight, and hope and cheerfulness return. The old practice was to convulse, and rack, and strain the feeble patient with power- ful cathartics. It was like clubbing a man after he was down./ Happily, this false and fatal mode of treatment no longer finds favor with the enlightened members of the faculty. In the face of the extraordinary cures of general debility, dys- pepsia, biliousness, constipation and mental despondency, wrought by Plantation Bitters, no practitioner, not in league with death and the undertaker, could persist in it. The terrible evacnents which wore once prescribed as Spring and Summer Medicines, have utterly lost their prestige. The sick will not take them-and Plantation Bitters, in which are combined the elements of a stomachic, an invigorant, a mild laxative, a nervine, and an anti-bilious specific, reigns in their stead. Plantation Bitters are sold by all respectable Druggists in the United States. THE NEW FOOD. Office of the BAND SEA MOSS FARINE CO., » No. 53 Pake Place. f In order that the public may be as fully informed as possible, in regard to the Sea Moss Farine, we submit as much information of its worth and merit as space will admit. It is exceedingly gratifying to the Company to know that their efforts to place a really good article of food in the market is so fully appreciated ; and we trust that in the future, as well as in the past, we may continue to merit the appreciation of all. [From the Weekly Tribune of Dec. 15, 1869.] AMERICAN INSTITUTE FARMERS' CLUB, Session of December 7, 1869, held at Cooler Union. Alderman Nathan 0. Ely in the chair, John W. Chambers, Secretary. The first subject introduced was — "A. 3NTE-W- ARTICLE OF FOOE." The "ex-Mayor of Boston," Hon. J. V. C. Smith, M. D.. distributed some parcels of Sea Moss Fabine which he said is offered to the public as the most nutritive, delicious and cheap article of its class ever manuiaetured in this country or in Europe. The ex-Mayor gave a lengthened professiona evidence in tavor of the preparation, and detailed like opinions of medical gentlemen in Europe. To ascertain if these claims are well founded, the following ladies — who are distinguished for theirintelligence and social position, and as acting under the authority of the Institute — were appointed a Committee to examine it and report : Mrs. L. E. Lyman, Mrs. J. W. Chambers, Mrs. D. T. Conner, Mrs. D. B. Bruen and Mrs. M. J. Cushing, M. D. [Fromthe Weekly Tribune, Dec. 22, 1869.] AMERICAN INSTITUTE FARMERS' CLUB, Session of Tuesday, ^c. 21, 1869, held at Cooper Union. Nathan C. Ely, Chair- man ; John W. Chambers, Secretary. Report on the New Article of Food — Sea Moss Farine. The Committee of Ladies, Mrs. Lyman, Mrs. Chambers and others, re- quested to report on Carrageen, or Irish Moss (from which Sea Moss Farine is manufactured), as a dish for the table, finds that the substance grows on rocks and stones on the sea-coasts of Europe, and in peculiar abundance on the Atlan- tic coast oi Ireland, where itis chiefly gathered. It is said to be a native of the United States, and is found in limited quantities on the coast of Massachusetts. It is picked from the rocks at low tide. After being washed, it i3 dried in the sun. Chemists and doctors who have analyzed it, find it is nutritive and demulcent ; and, being easy of digestion, it forms a useful article of dietas a substitute for grain foods, and is particularly recommended in chronic pectoral affections, scrofulous complaints, dysentery, diarrhea, &c. Carrageen is very gelatinous, and very valuable as food. Itis recognized as superior to all orders of moss as demulcent, and in its nutritive qualities. It is said that Napoleon Bonaparte said to Dr. O'Meara, at St Helena, that it was employed as an article of diet by physicians in Corsica, in the treatment of tumors and cancers, on account of the iodine it contains. It is used in England and France as a light *iid nourishing artiele of food. A NT5W FOOD SOURCE. .hells, fcc, and very saUne ^^^^ 9 v6ry easy to prepare whea la very troublesome to the house K< Kspei . "" "V u ; fl ' t thoroughly washed made from Sea Moss Fartne. By tins iproce m, «» ^ Dy hand and and deprived of its extreme ■£■}«*"*•. It ] ai ^J n , maC hines, by which desiccated, after which it passes t h ongh m™™^ concentrated condition it is cleaned perfectly, and reJ ; ^.^^Sr. a packet of Com Starch, without being deprived ^"^aRd make^combined with milk, without Maizena or Farina costs 16c. at retail, a aa: a »■'£■• Pudd t u g, while Sea Moss eggs, only from four to six quarts. of Blano Mange ^ua ^ 0ommMee are fSunb, costing 25o.. will produce full ^ «™J ^ tor youn g children ■^J^^?sMf^^sSSs* • ™ i - bi » addiuon to arucleg more generally known and widely used. MRS. L.E.lImSW of the .Agricultural Editor of Mr*. N cklMBEBS, (wife" of the Secretary of the American Institute. ) Mrs D T. CONNER. 5-Mile Bun, N. J. K U^SSK« -t 4 0th St.. N. *. A.STOB HOUSE, New York, Jan., 1870. Rahd Sea Moss Famnb Co : f j, Mos9 Fa rine at your earnest fenfemen : We common^ _ tUo » 8 ^ ^'uv faith in it, from the fact that solicitation, but very reluctantlj and ^witno i almost e so mauv new articles of food aro daily oaerea, an u not only to be utterly worthless We a« very ha PPJ t - say thai y^^ ^ proved an exception, but is a «c«> < • «x . i ^ twQ reaS ons: >r«t. Brooklvn, N.Y.. Sept. 13, 1869. My Dear nana: I^e 8 u r «y^**^ J™£5 cabinet." and the decision is ^d« | > ^orable . nq fl £ vor _ jU8 t a hint sanguine expectations. There is a slight mo^' - uked u the children of the ocean-in it, which) i ra e and debghttuL iy ^ ^ t ^p£±^ iU P Your friend and brother ,. 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III. 1" The Secret [pers 18 White Horse of the Pep- 19 The Jacobite 20 The Bottle 21 Box and Cox 22 Bamboozling 23 Widows Victim 2i Robert Maoalre VOL, IV. 25 Secret Service 26 omnibus 27 Irish Lion 28 Maid ;.f Croissv 29 The Old Guard 30 Raising the Wind 31 Slasher and Crashe/ 32 Naval Engagement* VOL. V. 33 Cocknies in California 84 Who Speaks First 35 Bombastes Furioso 86 Macbeth Travestie 37 Irish Amb laflnr S8 Delicate Ground 39 The Weathercock [Gold 40 All that Glitters is Not VOL. VI. 41 Grlmshaw, Bagabaw and Bradshaw 42 Rough Diamond 43 Bloomer Costume 44 Two Bonnycastles 45 Born to Good Luck 46 Kiss in the Dark [Jurer 47 'Twonld Puzzle 48 Kill or Cure VOL. X. VOL. XIX. 73 Ireland and America 145 Columbus 74 Pretty Piece of Business 1 16 Harlequin Bluebeard 75 Irish Broom maker |14 7 * '•''"" -» "■* 76 To Paris and Back for 'e Pou I VOL. XX VIII. 217 Crinoline 218 A Family Falling VOL. VII. 49 Box and Cox Married and 50 St Cupid (Settled 51 Go-to b' . " "• « 52 The Lawyeis 53 Jack Sbeppard 54 The Toodles 65 The Mobcap 56 Ladies Beware VOL. VIII. 57 MorniDg Call 38 Popping the Question 59 Deaf as a Poit 60 New Footman 61 Pleasant Neighbor 62 Paddy the Piper 68 Brian O'LInn C* Irish Assurance VOL. IX. 65 Temptation 66 Paddy Or - 67 Two Gregories 63 Kins Charmirs 69 Po ca-hon-tas 70 Clockmaker's Hat 71 Married Kake 73 Love and Murder VOL. XXXVII. 289 All the World- a Stage 2P0 Quash, fir Nigger Prarlire 2-»l T.tiHim Out T*2 Pretty Pirli of Slillberg ihe Attic uD5terjce.ilterCi.eei T<- K.ir;j O'Shea, - S9rJ A Supper in Dixie 77 That Blessed Baby 78 .mr Ga! 79 Swiss Cottage SO Voung Widow VOL. XI. 81 O'Flannigan and the la- 82 Irish Tost ; ries 83 My Neighbor's Wife 94 Irish Tiger 8a P . P . , or Man aud Tiger 86 To Oblige Beuson 87 State Secrets 88 Irish S VOL. XII. 89 A Good Fellow 90 Cherry and Fair Star 91 Gale Breezely 91 'Our Jeruimy 93 Millers Uaid 94 Awkward Arrival 95 Crossing the Line 96 Conjugal Lesson VOL. XIII. 97 Mv Wife's Mirror 98 Life in New Tork 99 Middy Ashore 100 Crown Prince 101 T\r o Queens 102 Thumping Legacy 103 Unfinished Gentleman 104 House Dog VOL. XIV. 105 The Demon Lover 106 Matrimony 107 In and Out of Place 103 I Dine with My Mother 109 Hi-a-wa-tba 110 Andy Blake 111 Love iu '76 [ties 112 P.omance under Dlfficul- VOL. XV. 113 One Coat for 2 Suits 114 A Decided Case 1 1 5 Daughter [ uority 116 No; or, the Glorious Mi- 117 Coroner's Inquisition 118 Love in Humble Life 119 Family J»is 1 20 Personation VOL. XVI. 121 Children in the Wood 122 Winning a Husband 123 Day after the Fair 124 Make Your Wills 125 Rendezvous 12B My Wife's Husband !27 Monsieur Tonsou i;8 Illustrious Stranger VOL. XVII 129 Mischief-Making [Mines 130 A Live Woman in the 131 The Corsair 132 Shylock 133 Spoiled Child 134 Evil Eye 135 Nothing to Nurse 136 Wanted a widow VOL. XVIII. 137 Lottery Ticket 13S Fortune's Frolic 139 Is he Jealous? 14ft Married Bachelor 141 Husband at Sight 142 Irishman in London 143 Animal Magnetism 144 Highways and ByWaye VOL. XXXVIII. W lei on Parle Francaie 2"B Who Kilted Cock Robin lion or Independent 3UI Obstinate Faroilv 3112 Vv Ann I icnlPal 11 Den Pa.lds de Bazan LIBRARY OF CONGRESS ui ii inn mil 014 549 147 2 la 15 158 Village Lawjer 159 Captain's not Amiss 160 Amateurs aud Actors VOL. XXI. 161 Promotion [nal 162 A Fascinating Individ- 163 Mrs. Caudle 164 Shakspeare's Dream 165 Neptune's Defeat 166 Lady ef Bedchamber 167 Take Care „oSt 231 Two Cat Play at that Game 232 Fighting by Proxy VOL. XXX. 233 Unprotected Female 234 Pet of the Petticoats 235 Forty and Fifty | book 236 Who Stole the Pocket- 237 My Son Diana |«ion 238 Unwarrantable Intru- nrid Mrs. White 168 Irish Widow [CharleyJ240 A Quiet Family VOL. XXII. 169 Yankee Peddlar 170 Hiram Hireout 171 Double. Bedded Room 172 The Drama Defended 173 Vermont Wool Dealer VOL. XXXI. if. Cool as Cucumber 1-242 Sudden Thoughts 243 Jumbo Jum 244 A Blighted Being 245 Little Toddlekins 174 Ebenezer Venture [ ter 246 A Lover by Proxy | Pail 175 Principles from Oharar-|247 Maid with the Milking 176 Lady of the La^e (Trai ) 2*8 Perplexing Predlcamen* VOL. XXITI. 177 Mad Dogs 178 Barney the Baron 179 Swiss Swains 180 Bachelor a Bedroom 181 A Roland for an Oliver 182 More Blunders than Onel' 2 54 Dr VOL. XXXII. 219 Dr. Dilworth 250 Out to Nurse 251 A Lucky Hit 252 The Dowager 253 Metamora (Burlesque, t of Delusion 183 Dumb Belle 184 Limerick Boy VOL. XXIV. 185 Nature aud Philosophy 186 Teddy the Tiler 187 Spectre Bridgroom 183 Matteo Falcone 189 Jenny Lind 190 Two "Buzzards 1"' f T-p-V JtfW> ; 1»- i'.e's} Barker VOL. XXV. 193 No. 1 Round the Corner 194 Teddy Roe 195 Obj. ct of Interest 196 My Fellow Clerk 197 Bengal Tiger 193 Laughing Hyena 199 The Victor Vanquished 200 Our Wife VOL. XXVI. 201 My Husband's Mirror 202 Yankee Land. 203 Norah Creina 204 Good for Nothing 205 The First Night 206 The Eton Boy 207 Wandering Minstrel 209 Wanted, 1000 Millin, VOL. XXVII. 209 Poor Piicoddy 255 The Shaker Lovers 256 Ticklish Times VOL. XXXIII. 257 20 Minutes with a Viger 258 Miralda: or, the Justice of Tacon 259 A Soldier's Courtship 260 Servants by Legacy 261 Dying for Love 267 Alarming Sacrifice .w.de Sham '.sNickleby VOL. XXXIV. 265 The Last of the Pigtails " King Rene's Daughter 267 The Grotto Nymph 268 A Devilish Good Joke 269 A Twice Told Tale 270 Pasde Fascination J"l F; evolutionary Soldier 272 A Man Without a Head VOL. XXXV. 273 The Olio, Part 1 274 The Olio, Part 2 275 The Olio, Part 3 Iter 276 The Trumpeter' sDaugh- 277 Seeing Warren 278 Green Mountain Boy 279 That Nose 280 Tom Noddy's Secret VOL. XXXVI ?10The Mummy " (Glasses 281 Shocking Events 211 Don' tFor