I 1124 'See List of Flays on 2d, 3d and 4th pages of Coyer. 16 T3 ^53 No. CLXVII. >py 1 f M I N OR DRAMA. TAKE CARE OF LITTLE CHARLEY. g^ Jfarce in #nc gJL BY JOHN BROUaflNAM. Willi OAST OF CHARACTERS, STAGE BUSINESS, OOSTUMKS' | / RELATIVE POSITIQ|g||f&c., fiic' AS PERFORMED AT WALLACK'S THEATEH X N E W - Y R K : SAMUEL French 122 Nassau Strrf.t, (Up Stairs.) PRIOE.J 121 CKNTS. FieuohA Wheal. Piiuters, M Aqu Slivel. NVw VorW . N FRENCH'S STANDARD DRAMA, Price 12 h< Cents eacli.- Bound Volnmes $1. VOL. I. 1 . Ion, '2. j'a^io, S. Tht ^.ady of Lyons, i. Richelieu, 5. The Wife, 6. The Honeymoon, 7. The School for Scandal 8. Money, \rith a Portrait and Me- moir of Mrs. A. C. MO WATT. VOL. V. 33. A Xew ■VTay to Pay (jld Debts, 34. Look Before You Leap 3). King John, 36. Nervous Man, 37. Damon and Pythias, 38. Clandestine Marriage 3i). -WiUiam Tell, 40. Dsiy after the Wedding AVith a Portrait and Me- moir of U. COLMAN, the Rider. VOL. IX. 1 05. Love. 66. As You Like It. | 67. The Elder Brother, | 6S. Weruer, I 69. Gisippus, | 70. Town and Country. | 71. King Lear, | 72. Blue Devils, th a Portrait and Me r of Mrs. 3HAW. VOL. II, •,, I 9. The Stranger, 10. Grandfather Whitn- 11. Richard IIL [head, 12. Love's Sacriflce, 13. The Gamester, [ache, 14. A Cure for the Heart- 1.'). The Hunchback, 16. Don Caesar de Bazan, With a Portrait and Me- moir of Mr. CHARLES KEAN. VOL. VI. * 41. Speed the Plough, 42. Romeo and Juliet, 43. FcudalTimes, 44. Charles the Twelfth, 45. The Bridal, 46. The Follies of a \ight 47. The Iron Chest, 48. Faiut Heart Never TTon Fair Lady, VOL. III. 17. The Poor Gentleman, 18. Hamlet, 19. -Charles IL 20. Venice Preserved, 21. Pizarro, 22. The Love Chase, 23. Othello, [lings, 24. Lend me Five Shil- With a Portrait and Me- moir of Mr. W. E. Bt K- TON. VOL. VII. 49. Road to Ruin. 50. Macbeth, 51. Temper, 52. Evadne, 53. Bertram, 51. The Duenna, 55. Much Ado About No- thing, 56. The Critic, With a Portrait and Mt- AVith a Portrait and Me r of E. BTJLM'ER moir of R. B. SHERI lYTTON. D.\N. VOL. X. j 73. Henry VIIL j 74. Married and Single. ' 7.S. Henrv IV. 76. Paul Pry. ■;T. Guy Mannering, 78. Sweethearts and Wives, 79. Serious Family. 80. She Stoops lo (Con- quer, With a Portrait and Me- of Miss C. CUSH- V^L. XIII.** 97. SoIiKer's Daughu-r. 9.S. Dougla-s '»9. Jfarco Spada. 1*^^. Nature's Nobleman, 1" SarJanapa!u.-<, I'J- Civilization, 1<«-The Robbers, 104. Catharine aai Pe- truchio. Witha Portrait and Me- moi of Mr. h;i>WIN FOIEST. ! VOL. XVII. , ! 129. Caoille, i 130. Mai,-ied Life, I 131. Wttiiock of Wenlock' I l."12. Rose of Ettrickvale,! , 133. David Copperlield, ! 134. Ali.i.i. ortheRoseofl j 135. PHUiine. [Killaruev. 136. Jant Evre. j j -VOL. XXI. I 161. All's Fair in Love, i 162. Hofer, i 163. Self, ! 164. Cinderella, j 16.5. Phantom. I 166. Franklin. ' 167. The Gunmaker of I Moscow, 168. The I oveofa Prince ^S*hr. Love, lOb.'MidBHhfmer Night's Dream, 107. Ernestine, »0S. Rag Picker of Paris, 109. Flying Dutchman, UO. Hypocrite, 111. Therese, 112. La Toiy do Nesle, With a Portrait and Me- moir of .Mr. JOHN BROUGHAM. VOL. XVIII. 137. Night and Morning, 138. .lEIhiop, 139. Three Guardsmen, 140. Tom Cringle, (ken. 141. Henriette, the Forsa- '■^i. RustacbeBaudin, 1 4;i. Ernest Maltravurs, 144. Bold Dragoons. VOL. XXIL 169. Son of the Night, 1 70. Rory O' More, 171. Golden Eagle, 172. Rienzi. 173. Broken Sword, 174. Rip Van Winkle, 175. Isabelle. 176. Heart of Midlorhian VOL. XI. . ' 81. Julius Caesar, 82. Vicar of Wakefield, 83. Leap Year, 84. The Catspaw, 85. The Passing Cloud, 86. Drunkard, 87. Rob Roy, 88. George Barnwell, With a Portrait and Me- moJV of Mrs. JOHN SEFTON. VOL. XV. 113. Ireland As It Is, 114. Sea of Ice. . 11.5. Seven Clerks, 116. Game of Life, 117. Forty Thieves, 118. Brvan Boroihme, 119. Romance & Reality. 1'20. Ugolino, ■With a Portrait and Me- moir of Mr. BARNEY WILLIAMS. VOL. XIX. 145. Dred, or the Dismal Swamp, 146. Last Days of Pom- 147. Esmeralda, [peii, 148. Peter Wilkins, 149. Ben the Boatswain, 150. Jonathan Bradford, 15^. Retribution, 152. Minerali. VOL. XXIII. 177. Actress of Padua, 178. Floating Beacon, 179. Bride of Lammer- moor, (ges, 180. Cataract of the Gan 181. Robber of the Rhine 182. School of Reform, 183. Wandering Boys, 184. Mazeppa. VOL. IV. 25. Virginius, 26. King of the Commons 27. London Assnrance, '28. The Rent Day, 29. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 30. The Jealous Wife, 31. The Kirals, 3'2. Perfection, With a Portrait and Me- moir of .L H. HACKETT VOL. VIII. 57. The Apostate. 58. Twelfth Night, 59 Brutus, 60. Simpson k Co. 61. Merchant of Venice, 62. Old Heads and Young ] Hearts, I 63. Mountaineers. ' 64. Three Weeks After Marriage. I With a Portrait and Me- ■ moir of Mr. GEORGE ; H. BARRETT. VOL. XII. 89. Ingomar, I 90. Sketches in India, | 91. Two Friends, _J. 92. Jaue Shore, 93. Corsican Brothers, | 94. Mind Your Own Bus- j iness, , 95. Writing on the Wall, 96. Heir at Law, With a Portrait and Me- , moir of Mr. THOMAS HAMBLIN. VOL. XVI. 1 121. The Tempest, i l-2'2. The Pilot, I 123. Carpenter of Rouen, ! 1-24. King's Rival, > l2o. Little Treasure, l'i6. Dorabey and Son. 127. Parents and Guard- 128. Jewess. [ians. VOL. XX. 1. ■),'?. French Spv. 154. Wept of Wish-ton Wish, 155. Kvil GenioR, 1.56. Reu Bolt, 157. Sailor of France, 158. Red Mask, 1.59. Life of an Actress, 160. Wedding Day. VOL. XXIV. 185. Young New York. 186. The Victims. 187 Romance after Mar- 188 Brigand, [riage, 189 Poor of New York, 190 Ambrose Gwinett, 191 Ravmond and Agues, 192 Gambler's Fate. [ Catalogup io?ithined on third page of rover.} THE MINOR DRAMA THE ACTING EDITIOH". No. CLXVII. TAKE CARE OF LITTLE CHARLEY. \ BY JOHN BROUGHAM. TO WHICH ARE ADDED A Descriptron of the Costume — Cast of the Characters— Entrances and Exits— Eelative Positions of the Performers on the St%e, aM the whole of tlie Stage Business ^ / AS PERFORMED AT WALL Entered according to Act of Congreas, in the year 1858, by John Brouoham, i^ tbo Clerk's p»ce of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New, Yorl:. 1 > ACK'S THEiTER. / -^ # . - 0-* " NEW YORK: SAMUEL FRENCH, 1122 Nassau Street, (Up Stairs.) \. r. COSTUME.— Modern. \ CAST OF CHARACTERS.— [Take Care of Little Charley.] I WallacTc's Theater, 1858. ! Little Charley » Miss Viola Plunkett | Mickey Fogarty Mr. Brougham ! Bunkers Mr. C. T.Parsloe, jr . ; I Xr5. Top Sawyer Mrs. Sloan Sih^y, jsiy Miss Mary Gannon TAKE GARE Of i-M'TLE C HARLEl. SCENE I. — Apartment in the house of Mrs. a^sawyer. A hM in alcove — wardrohe and bureau — all the applia^es of an eleqc ntlv \r window. appointed estahlishment. A Parrot on stand antly dreJLed n't be 3'our to so now, Mks. T. Sawyer discovered preparing for a hall attended hy Susan. Mrs. T. That will do, Susan, thank you. Susan. Well I should think it would, ma'am. It fault if some hearts does'nt ache at the ball to-night 3Irs. T. Do you know, Susan, I am greatly disinclinec especially as poor, dear little Charley is so very much indiVoged. Susan. Oh ! depend upon me to take care of him, niaoni, and don't think of not going. I'm sure it will do you goodi • 3frs. T. You're a kind girl, Susan, and I thank you fo(your friendly interest. Susan. Oh, ma'am, indeed and indeed I think of notJiing but how to serve you and my dear little pet. '{A knock. Mrs. T. Go and see Avho that is, Susan. Susan. [Goes to door.] If you please, ma'am, its Michael. Mrs. T. Ah ! Come in Michael. Enter Michael. Well, Michael, what is if? '' Michael. Indeed, an' if you'll b'leeve me, I hardly know, mam. It's a quare sort of a messige that a gintleman sint me up wid. Mrs. T. What is it, pray 1 Mich. Faix, and saving yer presince he bid me say that he's ready for to scorch you, mam, and bedad its a murdherin' hot sort of a chap he must be, intirely, I'm thinkin', 3Irs. T. Escort me, I presume he said 1 Mich. Faith, maybe it was, mam ! Sure there isn't a dale of differ. Mrs. T. Hush ! don't talk so loud. Little Charley is asleep. But, gracious me ! what a terribly dirty state you are in, Michael 1 Mich. Indeed an' I ax pardon for obthrudin myself in the pickle that I am. but as you were going out, my lady, and as 1 knew that / 4 TAKE CARE OF LITtLE CHARLEY, there would be nobodv at home but Susan and we, I thought 1 might as well kill the night-time Avid cleanin' around a bit. Sure its aisier to work than to stand idle. V/v. T. Well now. that's really very thoughtful of you. »ny, Su^an, I see vou have furnished yourself with employment also 1 Susan. Oh, Tre=, ma'am, it will keep mv eyes from getting weary. Mrs. T. So it will. 5..^t give me my shawl— I must'nt keen my ca-alier waiting. .,.,." Sv^wi. Beg pardon, ma am, but >y-. ^-^^,vt locked up your bureau drawer or vour wardrobe, or anything. Urs T Oh. it doesn't matter. \rm 'Sense me, ma'am, but character is everything to us poor dome*st cs and it's better that there can be no doubt upon the subject. l/"--ay from them. ' M' 7f Sure an' '- '^^ ^^^ ^^^ three weeks time, the divil a wink wouldT come on n" -• mam, much less only an hour or two. 'Airf T An b '-^^ ^'^ ^^^ % You needn't expect me back before --^hree o'clock. Mich Oh! -^tu-dner! V/o T. Do- 1 yo^^ think you can keep awake so long 1 J^kh. Wei ^'^ dubious, mam. If it was in the day time I could manage it-Jfig^^*-; ^^^ ^^^ sleep's heavy-handed wid me in the dark Mrs. T. Howerer I'm sure you will try 1 Mull. Bedad 7011 may say that mam. \Exeunt Mks. T., and Michael, l. h. Susan. She von't be back till three o'clock — that's what I call beautiful ; and now, if Little Charley will only be good enough to sleep sound, we can have a bit of a spree and no mistake. The hall door opens — there she goes ! Xow then to tittivate a bit. Re-enter Michael, l. MxcJi, She's ofif, Susev. Is the voung 'un fast "? Sii&oM. All right. Midi. I say, Susey, has the governor left any of his duds behind when he went out of town '? What a pity we haven't a kiy or tvfo ! 8usan. It is a pUv, ain't it ] {Slxowing'keys.^ Do you think I don't know my business ? Did you get the tickets for the ball I asked you ^'^'^ "^ [Susan unlocks wardrobe. Mich. You may say that, Susey. Here hey are : '•' No. 2-40 Hose," whatever that means ; " Select Ball : no improper characters admit- ted.'' Hullo ! " Tickets, fifty cents apiece." Be the pipers, but here's a find ; an illegant dress coat, an' all the materials ready to my fist. It wont do them a bit of harm to air them awhile. TAKE CABE OF LITTLE CHAELET. 5 Susan. Xot a bit. And look, bere's my lady's last new dms. Ill do Ler the honor to ta!-: : " V ' r out of it Jfich. Hollo! wha: -^ ^ It'sa foD-gro-wTi sk^efcoo, I Vleere. Give us the „->. _. c~ -. t -^ey^ and some scent Hmroo ! Tioliut, as I're a nose. Thai s xite staff to make a walking nos^ay of a fellow. Siisan. I'll just ran and get ready, while yon do tlie same : I won't be lo-E. . ^ ^ , [ExH. Mich. That will be wonderfcV J can ^ Ret the hang of this Trhite handkerchief. \^-i^^^^ : Tin as dhrv- as a box of red hernos. Who tnoTTs btn one of my keys nnghi open this. [OpeTis gardevme.] Well, -now. isn't that strange 1 I wouAi i won.y-^ ever see c&e. Michael 1 __v-.*-^ Muh Is it the likes of me :- J^, I ^^^^^ir^^XteartWy Cnar. Oh ! it's a deiidous. eachanung. be»Gti^-, ff *St paradise : with lights, and music ani dancfag. and Cmaei^la^. Enter SrsAX, gijrgetmsdy dnssed. Susan,. Now, Michael, for tie ball ^ O^ What ele-ant lady is this 1 Hare the feny t^ ^T!^^ Wh^^Tt-s Sosan ; and I do dechie, that's ma', el^ant cew dress, and 6 TAKE CARE OF LITTLE CHARLEY. her favorite wreath of flowers. Oh ! this is delightful ! What's that you were savins about a ball, Susan'? Susan. [Confused.] Oh! nothioff. Char. Are you goinar to a ball, Susan 1 Susan. How can I, when I have got to stay and watch you"? Char. Then why did you put on ma's new dress 1 Susan. This is not hers, bless you ! It's very like it. Char. [Opening wardrobe.] Yery like it, indeed. Where's the other'? Susan. Your mamma has got it on. Char. Susan, look in my face, iou know you are loUinp- rne ter- rible fibs. Shall I tell you the real truth of the matter 1 Ma's gone to the party at Mrs. Bleeker's ; yovi and Michael thought I was safe to sleep all night, and so you thought you'd borrow" pa and ma's dresses, and enjoy yourselves. I saw you using ma's hair-brushes and perfumery. Now jivC listen to me. Take me with you, and I won't say a word about it. Refuse, and I'll tell all. Mich. So he would I swear. But Master Charley, if your ma ■were to know, so panicular as she is, that we took you to a ball in the Bowery. ' SeleC hop, 50 cents a ticket. Charley. It wou^ be worse if she knew that you took her dresses Mich. Bedad, o it would. What do you say, Susan *? We're in a divil of a scr-pe, so had better make the best of it. We need'nt stav long. Cr'i'ound him. Charley. ^'^^ toilet.] You see I'm getting read)?-, for you dare not refuse ; yo'u-e i'l ^''ly power. I'm the Sorcerer mounted on a fiery Dragon, (brae. Susan, fix me up nicely. Ha ! ha ! this is fine fun. Sii^-^n. I can't, I can't, indeed. It goes against my conscience. Charleij. Oh ! very well, then, I'll go to bed and sleep. It will be ma's birthday to-morrow, and I think it will be better for me to lie down and ixy to think of an amusing fairy tale, as a compliment to her, I know a very good beginning for it. Would you like to hear it, Michael ? [Doioi, c] Once upon a time, there was a lady and gentleman, left in charge of a young prince who, being a Fairy in disguise, could see and hear everything that went on, even when he "vvas asleep. He could behold false keys opening drawers and ward- robes — and when all the household wondered what could have be- come of all the brandy — he saw wliere it went. Mich. By the powers, and I b'leeve you are a witch, and no mis- take. It's no use, Susan, we must suppress the publication of that fairy tale, anyway. Charlcij. Come, I'm ready. Ma will know nothing about it, unless you tell lier, and I don't think there's any fear of that. Mich. If you're not a cute divil for your age, I'm a leprechaun. Come, lliere's no help for it. Charley. Don't look cross, Susey. I'll be such a good bov, and will have such fun. I'll see a ball for the first time, and we'lfall be back, you know, long before ma comes. [-4s they are going off full of glee, Sdsax comes hack. TAKE CARE OF LITTLE CHARLEY. ■',^ Susan. Have you the latch-key, Michael 1 Mich. No ! AVhere is it 1 Susan. You'll find it on the mantle-piece. 3fich. Well, go along quietly. [Uxit Susan]. I'll be after you in a minute. Was there ever such luck in the world for tliat divil's chick to wake up just at the wrong time, I don't see the key — con- found it, it ain't here at all. It will never do to go out without it. Susan ! they're off. This is a nice business — where the mischief can she have put if? I must run a^^'- Jjer and find out. [As he ij going bell o-ings v?>"'?2.>t(^yj. Who the devil's thisl [Goes to win- dow]. Ao l-m an undone sinner, its the Missis come back ! SIjo'11 miss tlie child, of course. What's to be done ? I'll jump in myself No, that won't do ! Ah ! the rag-baby. [Puts doll i'n led— takes of coat and pants, puts on dirty apron]. Oh ! lord ! I feel as if I was on the gallows, with the rope round my neck. Enter Mrs. T. She throws herself in chair. Mrs. T. Well, Michael, you see I am hohe much earlier than 1 expected. \ Mich. So I see, mam. [Aside\ Bad luck to the chance that brought you. Mrs. T. The fact is, I excused myself from re^ainina from anxie- ty about little Charley. How is he ? Mich. Oh ' he's illigant. mam. Never stirred on^ Mrs. T. Is his cough better % Mich. As quiet as a lamb. You can hardly hear hVi breathe. 3Irs. T. The darling. I must give him one kiss. Midi. You mustn't do that mam, it might wake himVp, and that would be dangerous in his present state. i Mrs. T. But we must gently wake him, Michael, Its the time, you know, to give him the medicine. 3Iich. But I gave it to him. just before you came in. 3{rs. T. Oh ! I'm glad of that. Let me see the phial. Did he take it all 7 Mich. Ivery dhrop of it, mam. I'll answer for that. Mrs. T. But I choose to be convinced myself. Mich. [Aside\. Oh! Lord! its ivery inch here. "Well, there's no- thing for it but this. [Drinks it, makes faces., ^c.\ Here's the vial, mam. Mrs. T. He's a good boy. What's the matter with you ! Mich. I'm so tinder hearted, mam, and I was pitying the poor lit- tle creature, that he had to swallow such nasty stuff. Mrs. T. How do you know it's so nasty 1 Ring the bell, Mich. There's no use in that, mam, Mrs. T. What do you mean 1 What's she matter with you 1 If I didn't know your usual sobriety of character, I should really think you had beeii indulging. Why, what has become of my cologne '\ I'm sure I leff, more than this. Mich. [Aside ] Here goes. Better be thought a little drunk, may- be it may help. [Aloud.] Fact is, mam, I'm the victim of a chemical experiment. 8 TAKE CARE OF LITTLE CHARLEY. Mrs. T. What do you mean 1 Why, you can hardly stand— you are intoxicated. . j t Mich. No, mam, not intoxicated— accidently conglomerated; l don't know but that I'm iniirely pizoned. A Httle bit ago I was at- tacked wid a raortual drought, an' their bein' no water near but your coloirne water, an' as 1 thought water was vrater, and wouldn't be misbehaving itself, especially in a lady's apartment, by pertending to be what it was not — well, mam, I thought I'd put a thrifle of it on my tongue, that was as luny co n, cat's back, an' before I knowed the stre'noth of the deludiu' liquid, it snpp^a A^wn my throat, an' I'm afiaid it's got a thrifle the better of me. I ax paraon, mam, for my mistake • but if it wasn't as like natural-born whisky, wid a squeeze of summer flowers in it, I'm not alive this minnit. Mrs T. I'm very angi'y with you, Michael, and it serves you right. Go' to bed, sir, at once; I'll speak to you further about it in the moniintr. Why don't yo;i ring the bell 7 Mich Yes, mam. [Ancle.] Murdher, if I could only have the wive stuck in Susan's ear, wouldn't I give it a lug. [Rings. Mrs. T. Why don't you obey me, sir, and go 7 Mich. My heart'* heavy within me, mam, to think that I've of- finded you, and indeed I can't lave the room until you say you'll for- give me this once _ . , . Mrs. T Well,i^6rhaps I may loGk over it, m consideration of tho care von have t^'ken of little Charley. Ring the bell again. Where can Susan be' Mich. I th'i-^: mam, that [Aside.] The saints be praised, here s^e is ! Enter Sr.sAi?, l. 1 e. Su.'ian. Vv hy ilon't you [Sas Mike telegraphing— flings offhonnei and shawl. Mrs. T. Oh ! there you are, Susan. What a time you have been ! Susan. [Crosses c.j Beg pardon, mam, I was trying on a dress I was making for myself. 3Irs. T. YeiT well. Is Michael gone to bed % Mich. I'm i^oing now, mam. I respectfullj' bid you good night, mam, and may all happiness light up your birthday, to-morrow, Mrs. T. T/iank you, Michael. You had better sleep off the effects of your experiment. Sv.mn. He's ^one, ma'am. [Michael slips into i^ardrobe. Mrs. T. Give me my wrapper, and put up my back hair. Susan. Yes, ma'am. I'll get the wrapper. [Goes to wardrobe. iVich. [To Susan]. Where's the child 7 Susan. He's gone with Cousin William to the ball. Mich. For gracious sake, keep her in talk until I run for him, its '^O*,/-'^'"- [Exit mKE,L. Mrs. T. Don't be so long, Susan. Susan. Coming, mam. Mrs T. [Sees sleeve of Susan's dress]. Why you have a silk dress OD. What is the meaning of that, Susan 1 TAKE CARE OF LITTLE CHARLEY. 9 Susan. Its the one I've been trying on, mam. I haven't had time to change it, 3Irs. T. Its the same pattern as my new one, ain't it ? Susan. Oh ! dear ! no, ma'am! - Your head a little this way, please, mam. Very like it, ma'am— I wouldn't presume to wear the same as yours. I really shan't be able to do up your hair, ma'am, if you don't please keep your head still. Mrs. T. Oh ! you are a perfect tyrant, Su.san. You know I can't do without you. Why ! my ! Who lias been upsetting all my toilet things ? Susan. I really don't know, ma'am. I suppose it was Master Charley — he's full of harmless misdhief, ma'am. Michael re-enters. Mrs. T. The dear little soul; how nice and quiet he is. That med- icine must have done him a great deal of good. Come be quick Susan. I must kiss him before I go to bed. v ' ' Susan. [Seeing ISlicKA^jj, who is telegrapMna in alarm]. Hadn't I better get yon the book you were reading, B»a'am '? You know you like me to be a long time combing your hair\ Mrs. T. Very well. Susan. [To Michael.] What's the matter 7 Mich. Your cousin, the fireman, is a brute, and ^ool. He says you tould him not to give up the boy to anybody dW, yourself an' he tlireatened to lam me out of my boots, if I did'ntVart my 'ma- chine ! Confound him, he's singing nigger songs to him\n' teachins^ .him to eat doughnuts an' dhrink whiskey punch ! 3frs. T. Do make haste, Susan. Susan. I'm looking for the book, ma'am. Oh, hermit is, Mich. What's to be done ? ' Susan. There's nothing for it but I must go mysel. Here's the book, ma'am. Oh, what a toothache I have 1 Evew time I open my mouth I'm in agony ! ^ Mrs. T. Its very easy to remedy that — don't open it.', Susan. Oh ! I'll take your advice, ma'am ! [Offers comh to Michael, who puts on shawl and cap. Mich. Get out I would'nt touch it for the world. Susan. I'll put it up, ma'am, and sit down if you please, and see if tlie pain will go away. Mrs. T. Very well, Susan. [Exit Susan, hurriedly. Michael groans.] Poor girl, what pain she's in 1 Dear me — I'm so sleepy — I think I'll retire. Good night, Susan. [Michael groans.] Poor girl- poor girl. Hadn't you better put a little cologne in your mouth — it might give you relief [Michael groans.] Dear, dear — I pity you, Susan, indeed I do. [Michael is sitting on a low stool, with his head in his hands, so that there is nothing seen but the shawl and cap.] I must kiss my precious one before 1 go to bed ! [^.9 she nears the alcove, Michael groans awfully.] Gracious ! What frightful agony you must suffer. My poor girl, I wish I could relieve your pain. [Exit through door, 1 e. r. 10 TAKE CAKE OF LITTLE CHARLEY. Mich. [Jumping vp.] Thank heaven she's gone to bed ! Oh Lord ! What a night of torture to be sure ! Ha, I hear Susan coming up— that's a comfort anyway. Enter StrsAN, in terror. Susan. Oh Michael ! Mich. What's the matter 1 Susan. The ball is over, the place looked up, and little Charley not to be found anywhere. Mich. [Alarmed]. Oh ! milled muraiier i We're ruinated ! [Susan greatly alarmed. Mrs. T. [Within'] What noise is that ? [Michael rushes into wardrole. Susan sits on stool, head in hands, and moans. Enter Mrs. T. 3Irs. T. Surely, I heard some one speaking "? No, it could not be. There is that poor girl still suffering. Are you no better, Susan 1 Susan. Worse, ma'am, worse, a great deal. Mrs. T. You ^uust only be patient, Susan. [Goes to alcove, Michael o.nd Susan watching. Mich. Now 'ts all over with us. Mrs. T. M/ darling is sleeping soundly. How cold he is ! Susan, put some wii'm clothing on the bed, before you retire. [Exit r. 1 e. Mich, aid Susan. What's that '? Susan. Has he come back, unknown to us 1 Mich. [Bushes up to alcove, and seizes doll]. Look at the con- founded counterfeit. However, let us thank it for saving us this time. What s to be done, Susan 1 Susan. Oh ! don't ask me ! 3Iich. There's nothing for it but to cut and run ! Stop ! let us tell the missis, in a few lines, the reasons. Where's a pen and ink 1 [Sits and writes], " Esteemed Missis — We dip our pen in our tears, to tell you that we have quit your service suddenly, and the reason is, that the precious trust confided to us we allowed to get lost. We leave the balance of our wages to pay for advertising. Your unhappy ser- vants, Mike and Susan." There ! We'll leave that where she'll see it in the morning— get our little duds together, and start. Come along! [Little Charley /learcZ singing outside,!..] Ha! What's that! Ain't that his voice 7 Kun down and see. [Susan ^xiYs, l.] Oh 1 if it should only be the little divil. Phew ! this is a jolly night, and no mistake ! [Enter Susan, with Charley, with fireman's hat on, and Billy Bunker. Billy. Oh ! get out ! Where's the use of your gassin'. CJiarley. Yes, where's the use in your gassin'. I told him ma wouldn't be home for ever so long. TAKE CARE OF LITTLE CHAKLET. 11 Midi. Hush ! kape quiet you limb of mischief; your ma is in ; a pretty mess you've made of it. Charley. Well, never mind. I've seen a ball and though its not exactly like the Cinderella one, w.e had lots of fun, hadn't we 1 Billy. You'd better believe it ; he's one of the boys, he is ; if he don't make a gay boy you may take my hat ! Mich. Hush ! don't talk so loud. It's all right now. Go away, you Mr. Fireman ! Billy. Now, look a here ! you just leave oflf coughing around, or I'll maybe warm your jaw. [Squares off, ^x. Susan. [Crosses c] Oh, don't, cousin, for my sake now do go — • there's a good fellow ! Billy. In course I'll go. I ain't going to behave ungentlemanly, it's not our way. We 2.40 boys knows how to conduct ourselves — • that's so ! Charley. [Crosses to M-icnk^L.] I know what you are Michael — you're a bird. Billy. Ain't he some 1 I tell you, he's grit, he is ! Susan. Oh do go to bed, master Charley. If your fna should hear you, we'd all be ruined. Charley. But she won't; she's asleep long ago. Besides I've got a nice piece of poetry to recite to her to-morrow. Mich. Oh you have. What may it be 1 Charley. "In de slumbers of midnight de sailor boy lay." And I've heard such nice songs and had such jolly fun. Hi ! hi! hi! Susan. Good gracious don't make such a noise ! We've suffered enough on your account this blessed day. Charley. You just shut up and simmer down ! Billy. De Lor ! now ain't he sweet ; now look here, didn't we have a nasty old time. Say '? Charley. You'd better believe it. Oh ! the fun — the music and that beautiful dance 1 Billy. What, de break down in real old Virginny style, this here way ! [Charley dances with Billy Mrs. T. [Within.^ What frightful noise is that, Susan "? Mich. Murdher an' Irish ! here she comes ! Jump into bed, or we're ruined intirely ! Susan. Come, Billy, it's the mistress, for my sake don't be seen here. Billy. What, the bossess? NuflFced! Give us your fist, young 'un, and I'll mosey ! [Shakes hands and Exit. Mich. Oh ! go to bed, Master Charley. Char. I won't, I tell you ! Mich, Here she comes ! this is our only chance ! [Pushes Charley into ivardrobe and gets in himself.^ Bad luck attind me, if I don't smother him if he otters to open his mouth. Enter Mrs. T. Mrs. T, What's the matter. Susan ? Who has been here ? 12 TAKE CARE OP LITTLE CHARLEY. Susan. Nobody — nothing at all, ma'am ; I was walking in my sleep. Mrs. T. And talking also ? Sman. Yes, if you please, ma'am, I often do. Mrs. T. Did you put ou my dress in your sleep, too 7 Sman. Why, I declare, so I did ! It's no knowing what people does in that state, ma'am — its so like my own. Mrs. T. [ Going to alcove.] My child not here ! Where is he 1 Susan, what is the meaning of this 1 Susan. Oh ! I don't know, ma'am. I'm bewildered ! Perhaps he's walking in his sleep, too! Mrs. T. There's something extraordinary in all this! Are you awake now ? Susan. Indeed, ma'am, I hardly know ! I believe not. Charley. [^From ivardrobe.} ** In de slumbers of midnight, de sailor boy lay." Mrs. T. Why, that's Charley's voice ! Where is he 1 \Scvffle, inside wardrobe — Mike and Charley rush out covered with clothes — he dances around — Mike tkroics himself into chair. Susan gets R. 3Irs. T. Has everybody gone mad, or is the whole house sleep- walking 1 Explain this ! What person is this 1 Mich. I believe it's me, ma'am, but I really couldn't swear to it, Hush! I have it. [2^o Susan.] Back me up ! [Aloud.] Oh, mam. if you please, you've spoilt all. 3Irs. T. What do you mean ? What are you talking about ? 3Iich. The surprise we intended to give you. You forget, ma'am, that this is your birthday. Char. In de slumbers of midnight — Mich. Do you hear the creature how well he remembers it ; some lines, mam, I taught him to repate to you the first thing this morn- ing. It goes this way, ma'am : " In de slumbers of midnight the sailor boy lay, And this is my dear mamma's elegant birth-day." 3Trs. T. And have you really got up thus early to greet me 1 Susan. Oh, yes, mam, and see how nicely we've dressed Master Charley. Charley. Oh, would'nt I like some more whisky punch'? Mrs. T. What's that ! Mkli. Drearain' the darling is, that's all, mam. Mrs. T. I cannot be angry at what was meant so well but you must not be so imprudent. Charley is not well enough to be out of bed at so unseasonable a time. M-,ch. It was only the creature's love for you, mam, got the better of his sickness altogether. Mrs. T. [Taking up letter.] What's the meaning of this ? The pre- cious trust confided to us lost. What is lost 7 Mich. [Aside.] Oh, that murdherin' letter. [Sees Parrot, he stuffs it TAKE CARE OP LITTLE CHARLEY. 13 info his pocket.] Oh, yis, mam, wid tears in my eyes, I have to confess that its gone, the darliu's gone — your pet. [Aside] Bad luck to him he's pitchin' into my flesh like a cannibal. Mrs. J. What can it be ? What's iiie matter with you? Mich. Oh ! it's the agony of my remorse, mam! the bird, mam — the beautiful bird's gone. [Aside] Oh! I wish he was ! He's at me beak and claws ! if I could only smother the villain ! 3Irs. T. I am indeed sorry for that, I wouldn't have lost that pet for ten dollars. 3Iich. How much, mam? 3Irs. T. I would cheerfully pay ten dollars for its recovery. Mich. Bedad, an' there's luck. Did you see him ? Oh murdher, if he hasn't flew up the chimney, I'm not alive ! Don't be afeard, I'll catch him or die in the attempt. [Goe^ up chimney. 3Irs. T. Pray don't you'll hurt yourself, Michael, it does'nt matter. [Charley dances a hit of breahdoxvn.] What singular dance is that 1 Susan. An Irish jig, ma'am, Mickey was teaching him. Another sur- prise ma'am, that's all. Mich. [Comes down chimney , face black, iciih poll.] You needn't ci'y out, you schemer ! I've got you by the tail feathers! Here you are, ma'am, all safe and sound, only a little bit ruffled ! Mrs. T. I'm very much obliged to you, indeed, for taking so much trouble, and in consideration of the kindly intention will overlook the imprudence of suffering Charley to be out of bed so early. Char. Oh ! but, ma ! I've had such a delightful night ! Mich. Bless his little heart! slept like a door-mat, didn't he, Susey % Susan. Oh ! beautiful ! Char. Why, what a fib ! I didn't sleep at all, because— Mich. You were thryin to recollect the illigant poetry. Repate it for ma, now there's a dear. Char. In de slumbers — Mrs. T. Not now. You had better lie down, darling. I'll hear it at breakfast, and give you a nice present for being so mindful of the occasion. Mich. There ! And maybe, long life to you, ma'am, you'll be afther remimbering that small thrifle for the bird. Mrs. T' I won't forget that. Susan. And if you'll only forgive me, ma'am, for walking in my sleep, and, in the confusion of the moment, putting on the wrong dress Mrs. T. You must promise me that it won't occur again ; such mistakes are dangerous. 3[ich. Bedad, you may say that, mam ; and I hope she'll remem- ber your goodness, as I'm sure I will, to my dying day. Faith, I can't help it, for that vagabond fowl has bit a beefsteak out of my leg ; I feel the vital fluid running into my stockings at this blessed minnit. Susan. Susan. Here am I. Mich. Be jabers, but we're on the safe side this time ; but oh I my wig and slippers, if she ever finds out. 14 TAKE CARE OF LITTLE caARLET, Siusati. How is she to find it out, unless you let it out during one of your injudicious chemical experiments. 3Iich. Faix and you need not be afraid of that, but you forget that a great many good folks have been watching us all night. Hadn't we better try and make friends with them. May be, ladies and gen- tlemen, it wouldn't be too much to ask you to overlook our little eccentricities ,• and, if anybody should inquire into the way we passed the night, just strain a point, and tell them that you have no objection to the style in which we TAKE CARE OF LITTLE CHARLEY. THE END. j [Catidoquc continued froni second />■> je of cove?'.] i VOL. XXV. I VOL. XXVI. 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