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it was abandoned, and the boat put about and again headed for the lights of Galveston. Lafitte had anticipated it, and had placed a look-out to report the return of the boat; and on meeting Lieutenant Mclntosh, expressed his great pleasure at his return; for he said, “ Your boat would have been lost had you attempted to cross the bar with this wind. I hope you will feel perfectly at home with me; your men shall be taken good care of, and your prisoners secured until you can make another attempt to get on board.' The utmost hospitality was extended to the Lieutenant, and a free and easy conversation took place. Lafitte was asked if he did not sometimes feel himself embarrassed in his position, having around him men of every nation and of all varieties of character, and as it were alone in case of mutiny. He replied : Never in the least. I understand the management of such men perfectly, and I keep them under good control, as you have just seen, from the prompt manner in which your prisoners have again been ironed, and a sentinel placed over them, by my order. I know precisely how far to go, and I would have saved your commander all trouble in relation to these men if I had dared, for I would have hung every man of them. But I saw, Sir, that to have hung up another would have been the moment to have questioned my power. I made it appear that I considered the example sufficient, and retained my control.'
The next morning nothing could be seen of the Lynx. She had during the night been again driven to sea, and one week elapsed before she was again in sight. During this period every thing was done to make Lieutenant McIntosh's time pass most pleasantly. A fowling-piece with ammunition was at his command; the various pleasant games which are usually resorted to were introduced ; and when the hour arrived for his departure, the officer felt that he had passed a pleasant week with no common man; with one who, if he had his vices had also his virtues, and who possessed a courteous and gentlemanly deportment, seldom equalled and not to be surpassed.
MORNING LIF E.
I HEARD a voice from Heaven, saying, to the troubled world, Be still !" Day and night, forever praying, supplicating, · Peace ! be still!' • Lo! ye pass away like shadows, and no print upon the hill
Shall tell that ye have come and gone, but the grave — and that, how still ! • But seek ye for that Life more blest, Life that passeth not away, And the blessing of His love shall rest and abide with you alway.' And wondering at those words, behold! all things grew bright and fair, And the glories which that voice foretold seemed painted on the air : As the earth were lingering on it's way, within some charméd space, Where the bright sunshine warmer lay ; some angel's resting-place. Beautiful beyond all picturing, the days that were to be! Each rounded like a golden ring of wedded symmetry. Oh! the golden, rounded day so long! the night so wonderful ! The iron will so firm and strong; the bounding heart, so full ! Up and away with the roving cloud, was the mountain-top on high, But not as our strong hearts so proud; not so near the starry sky. But all the great and wondrous things that God each day had given, The sleeping-thought, with purer wings, at night took home to Heaven. And we took no thought what moment God might change our pleasant home, Striving only for a joyous greeting when the hour should come. Thus with high resolves and holy came we to the crowded strand, Doubtless many a warm companion there would join our pilgrim band. But the tumult and the clashing of wild voices in uproar Closed around us like the dashing breakers on the hollow shore.
On the world went with its groaning, falling up and down the stairs,
Then I said, "My comrades listen to the words we heard of old,
Like that wondrous cloud o'er Israel, stormless held by God's own hand,
TWENTY-SIX YEARS OF THE LIFE OF AN ACTOR AND MANAGER. By FRANCIS COURTNEY WRMYSS. In two volumes. pp. 618. New-York : BURGESS, STRINGER AND COMPANY.
A WORK which intersperses with a varied personal narrative, sketches, anecdotes and opinions of celebrated actors, could hardly fail to prove of interest ; and we must concede to Mr. Wemyss the credit of having furnished us with a lively, gossipping book, which although somewhat carelessly written, affords matter for instruction as well as amusement. We look, for example, upon the early history of the author, the stern repulses and the little sympathy which he met with, as replete with wholesome warning to parents and guardians. A blow from a fraternal hand drove him to seek at first the precarious fortunes of an actor; and untimely ridicule and ribaldry prevented his resuming the mercantile pursuit to which he had early been educated, and to which he had been tempted to return, from the privations and disappointments of a young actor's career. It seems a just retribution, that the man who led him to hope the most, but who did all he could to prevent the fruition of that hope, in his profession, should twenty years after have been compelled, in his helpless senility and superannuation, to apply, and in vain, for permission to act under Mr. Wemyss's management in an American theatre. Thus did the whirligig of time bring round the manager's revenges. We have often thought what the tension of an actor's feelings must be on a first appearance; but Mr. Wemyss gives us the best impression of the sensation which we remember to have encountered. Never shall I forget,' he says, 'the dreadful sensation I experienced, as I heard the prompter's bell ring to begin the play. My mouth became perfectly parched, my tongue refused its office, and, dressed as I was, one word would have prevented my attempt. Stage-fright! I will not attempt to describe it; actors know too well what it is; and auditors, who see no difficulty in acting, should be placed but once before the lamps, in a crowded theatre, to make them silent critics forever. Like WILLIAM the Conqueror, I made a stumbling entrance to my future throne. Wishing to appear erect, and not to lose an inch of my height, I was carrying my head with martial precision, when my toe caught in the stage-carpet, bringing me to a kneeling position before the mighty BARBAROSSA, not in the most graceful manner. This added to my fright, and induced a facetious member of the company to declare, at the end of the performance, that if I wanted my voice again, it would be found in the folds of the green curtain, beyond which not a sound had penetrated! We are glad to perceive that Mr. Wemyss pays a deserved tribute to Booth, as the only actor who could success
fully measure strength with the great Kean; and this too without imitation, or servile mannerism. Here is a scene worth recording. It occurred at the York Theatre, in 1815:
"THE play was 'The Fortune of War,' the after-piece The Wandering Boys,' in which MANSEL, famous for a well-written Defence of the Stage,' was acting Count de Croissy,' when a gentleman in the dress-circle of boxes suddenly placed bis feet upon the cushion of the hand-rail, and holding himself in that position by the pillar of the boxes, with scarcely breath enough to make himself distinctly heard, demanded that the performance should cease, until he addressed the audience. This was met by hisses and cries of. Turn him out!' until amid the uproar the name of BONAPARTE was heard, followed by a cry of Hear him! hear him!' He proceeded pearly thus, his agitation choking his utterance: Gentlemen : I have the pleasure to inform you that NAPOLEON BONAPARTE has surrendered bimself a prisoner of war (dead silence, every one intent upon catching the peut word,) to Captain MAITLAND, of His MAJESTY's ship Bellerophon! The whole audience rose; cheer followed cheer; the men waved their hats, the ladies their handkerchiefs ; God Save tbe King' was called for; the whole company, male and female, appeared upon the stage and sung the national anthem, the audience joining in the chorus. At the conclusion three cheers were given; *Rule Britannia' was played by the band, and three-fourths of the audience immediately left the theatre, to talk of the wonderful news, and to ask each other if it could be possibly true.'
We have this very characteristic anecdote of Mr. MacREADY, which will be recognized as unquestionably authentic by any one who has ever heard that eminent tragedian repeat the three words in Byron's play of Werner,' which occur in the simple exclamation of the unhappy father, Good God, ULRICK!' In Philadelphia
there lies the scene :' • In rehearsing the play of Virginius,' an occurrence took place which caused a hearty laugh at the expense of Mr. William FORREST, (brother to the tragedian,) who was the · Icilius.' Caught by the natural tone and manner of MACREADY, who, turning suddenly, said: "Will you lead VIRGINIA in, or do you wait for me to do it?' •Whichever you please, Mr. MacrEADY!' was the ready answer, followed by such a laugh as only actors can enjoy. He even deceived the acting manager, Mr. Cowell, old and experienced as he was, in a similar manner, in William Tell. When speaking to young Wheatley about his shoe being untied, Cowell said, rather pettishly, 'Do n't keep us here all day, Mr. MacReady, about the boy's shoe; go on with the rehearsal.' These are compliments to the colloquial skill of MacREADY as great as was ever paid to any actor by his professional brethren.' Mr. Courtney, an estimable uncle of our author, in one of his letters to him, at an early period of his dramatic career, gave him the good advice to keep his temper always before an audience. That this advice was followed, appears from a little incident which occurred to him while assuming the part of a light-comedy hero at a provincial theatre:
THERE is an expression of the author's, frequently used in this character during the dialogue, of In for it again l' which proved a source of much annoyance to me on this occasion, but is too good a joke not to be recorded. A gentleman in the boxes, who did not appear to relish iny acting, and who must have been something of a wit, having his patience worn out, repeated the words of • In for it again' after me, thus : Yes, by Heaven! you are in for it only, for I will be banged if you can play it! I wish you good-night!' and he immediately left the boxes. This produced a roar of laughter, not only from the audience but from the actors, which must have ruined the whole play had I not good-naturedly added at the first pause, .Well, NOW I AM IN for it, sure enough!' which was received by a round of applause, and the play passed off without fartber interruption.'
We may 'gossip' hereafter touching many pencilled passages in the volumes before us; but at present we are compelled to pass the Life of an Actor and Manager to our readers, without farther extracts. It is a pleasant, readable work ; for in it figure prominently all the most celebrated actors, English and American, of the last forty years; and actors are always an interesting class of the community; whether successfully winning their way to fortune and renown, or struggling with the adver. sity which seems most easily to beset them. They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time,' and could n't be spared from the world on no account.'
LIVES OF THE LORD CHANCELLORS AND KEEPERS OF THE GREAT SEAL IN ENGLAND, from the
Earliest Times to the Reign of King GEORGE the Fourth. By JOHN LORD CAMPBELL, A, M., F. R. S. E., etc. Philadelphia: LEA AND BLANCHARD.
THESE three handsome and capacious volumes embrace the lives of many of the mightiest of England's great intellects. HISTORIES,' says the author in his preface, after Lord Bacon, do rather set forth the pomp of business than the true and inward resorts thereof; but Lives, if they be well written, propounding to themselves a person to represent, in whom actions, both greater and smaller, public and private, have a commixture, must of necessity contain a more true, native and lively representation. In writing the lives of those who have successively filled a great office, there is unity of design as well as variety of character and incident; and there is no office in the history of any nation that has been filled with such a long succession of distinguished and interesting men as the Lord Chancellor or Lord Keeper of the Great Seal of England. The most eminent men of the age, if not always the most virtuous, have been selected to adorn it; and the narra ive of their lives is replete with instruction, since it is a history of England's constitution and her jurisprudence. We are not surprised to learn that a second edition of the work was at once demanded in England, and that it is found on every table ;' for there is, as is justly claimed, a sort of romance belonging to the true tale of many of those who are delineated, and the strange vicissitudes of their career are not exceeded by the fictions of novelists or dramatists. We have had great enjoyment in the perusal of these volumes, and would fain have our readers partake the pleasure. The dedication to the author's son, and his frank, straight-forward and manly preface, give us the best assurance that the qualities of his heart are not exceeded by his natural intellect and the riches of his acquirements.
The LIBRARY OF AMERICAN BIOGRAPHY. Conducted by JARED SPARKS. Volume Twelve: Second Series. Boston : CHARLES C. LITTLE AND JAMES Brown.
The lives of Commodore EDWARD PREBLE and WILLIAM Penn are included in this number of a series of works, the merit of which has been acknowledged by that best of all tests, the liberal patronage of the public. The narrative of the life and public services of Commodore PREBLE will be found plain and accurate ; and although several sketches of this distinguished officer have from time to time appeared, yet until now no biography which contains all that should be known has been published. In several particulars the author has been compelled to differ from the writers who have preceded him; but without assailing others, it is due to him to say, that his own views have been stated in terms entirely respectful toward all. The papers in the possession of the COMMODORE's family were placed at the writer's disposal, and upon these materials he seems chiefly to have relied. They consist principally of original letters and documents received in the course of that brave officer's official duty, and copies of his own official letters to the various functionaries with whom he maintained a correspondence. Valuable information however was also obtained from other and hitherto inaccessible sources. An excellent portrait of the brave COMMODORE fronts the title-page. The life of the good William Penn, the founder of Pennsylvania, is made up from an abundance of authentic matériel, including many family papers in possession of Penn's grandson in England.