THE PRINCE OF WALES THEATRE. - Empire (Sydney, NSW : 1850 - 1875) - 16 Mar 1855 (original) (raw)

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Fri 16 Mar 1855 - Empire (Sydney, NSW : 1850 - 1875)
Page 5 - THE PRINCE OF WALES THEATRE.

THE PRINCE OF WALES THEATRE.

Tho following ls tho address delivered hy Mr.

John Gordon («riKiths, on tho oooasion of opening

" tho Trinco of Wides " Thcatro :

Thanks, patrons, Monds. Oh lind my lioart a tono

' Twould speak a welcome loudor than your own.

That heart seeks warmer words, but Books in vslu,

Thanks, and a wclooino o'er and o'er again.

Vt Ullin; thoso walls, wo trust, for many * gay tam

Tho Drama's wizard hanuor floats amain.

' List ya with us-llencath its maglo fold

No eyo prows weary, and no heart grows cold ;

Itu witcheries win thu wiso, tho worn beguile,

The thoughtless teach to thluk-the Hud to smile.

It ls our province, and tho prldo our part

To giro tua hoad a lesson from the heart.

' Mid old familiar fucus wo'll not foar

Tho schoolman's censuro, nor tho cynics sneor.

Ko one neut shrink-unless tbo Drams »ress

Roma latent oil ord of guilty consciousness,

Tho tainted well may slum her probing art,

.And break thu mirror picturing the heart.

Hut why should virtue lam her timid gaza

From whore her merit meets Us mood of prallst

I.Ist yo with us. lly you sustained, tho stage

Shall hero review Its best and brightest ago

Genius and tasto, and wit their light Hhall loud,

And vlrtuo hail the Urania na lier friend.

Hare, from a world where rugged worth declined,

Aud vice alono Ilka putrefaction «hiñen,

U lis wiso and good congenial joys shall lind,

To swoll tho bosom and expand the mind.

List yu with us-what though brief clouds o'orcsit,

The Drama still, willie luttera livo, must last ;

No fate her oyo can dim, her pulse caa still,

While Art survives »ho Uves, and «vor will

The Min-es' morning atar, lier gentío light

nag latest ohouo to gild tho M uses' night,

lier deulhlcss wreath lu Athens, nnd lu Home,

Crowned the young brow of Art, and decked her

Fear not, fur goulus consecrates the stage,

Lives through all lettered tiuio, and mocks at age.

A soulless clod tho earth-a desert shore

Whero Sophocles is dumb, aud Shiikapore shines ».

List yo with us-" Wo will, " your smiles reply,

But who commands I Your humble serrant I.

Led by your plaudit»-Treason I Vire I aud l'ury I

It is thu heit of leading, I assure ye,

Who of you all-now pray bo calm and candid,

What volunteer would not ho so commanded.!

Hut hold-no lluasluu Oonoral dare hero

Lead his oinbattled legions In career,'

A sweeter duty mino-to lead th« train

That smoothes, tho wrinkles on tho brow of pain,

To steal thoslgh-to light tho generous glow

To sooth tho sorrowing willi unreal woe

To force tho proud to how-tho muan to blush,

And teach the ice-bound charities to gush,

Maka truth moro truthful, failli moro lovely fair,

elmslea tyruuulo wrong, aud chcor dowu-troddsu

And last, not least, lo win by gentío arts,

What think yo? Do not frown-7b win yow hearts.

THE LTOEIMTIIKATIÍK.-Adrntnn ofoonsidoniblo

interest, written by Mr. Belfield, entitled, "Retribu-

tion," 1ms itee.ii re-produced on tho boards ot' this

theatre. It is ono of llioso compositions that,

front its moral tondciicy mid literary tuorit, must

always he it. fuvottrito with tho thinking and cdtt

cuted portion of tho audience. Jts purport is to

exhibit tito miseries mid degradation so often inci-

dent to tho life of a dnmknrd. Tho author 1ms

unquestionably done J us tico to his subject, and tho

repeated and curliest npplauso willi which " tho

points" woro received on Tuesday night, gavo evi-

dence that they were appreciated by tho house.

The noting was generally good, but even hud it

been ever so bud, the intrinsic merits of the play

were such ns tu command tho admiration ot au

nudionco. lt ls to bo boped that it will have .

Samous ACUIDKST.-Mr. Thomas Tecly, when

on his way to YVulgrovo yosterday, to attend a sale

of live stock, met with nu accident hy which he lost

a favourite und vnluiiblohorse, and was near losing

his own life. Itt crossing ii woollen bridge near

the residence of Mr. Roberts, the outrigger, horse

shied at a hole in the bridge, dragging tile shaft

horse, together with gig over it, into tito creek ; ono

horse was suffocated bef'oro assistance could bo pro-

cured, tito other afterwards extricated with much

difllculty. The gig received considerable damage,

but Mr. Icely and servant, wo aro glad to say,

MONSIEUR E. BOULANGER'S CONCERT.-Under

the patronngo of Sir Charles Nicholson, tho_ nbovo

noticed eminent pianist gave n concert hi tho

saloon of the Royal Hotel last evening. Tho

atteudauco, though not vory numerous, wus highly

respectable, Slr Charles had around him scvorul

of the cites of Sydney. The concert was indeed

a rich musical treat. It commenced by tho bund

of tho 11th regiment playing tho ovorttiro to

"La Ccnorentala," and "not to "Guillaume

Tell," ns announced in tho programme.

Mrs. Craven thou sang a ballad very charm-

ingly. Monsiour Conlon, who, on appearing,

was warmly greeted, next sang Vi raviso"

(AB 1 viow thoso* scones so charming) from

La Somtinmbula : then came Monsieur Boulanger,

who performed in tho most oxquisito manner a solo

from his Meditations Harmonique, ut the conclusion

of which loud and enthusiastic plaudits hailed him,

and a rapturous encoró followed. Monsieur

Coition's Largo al Factotum was also loudly encored,

when ho sang an arin, from Don Pasquale, lu

tito second part Mrs. Craven and Monsieur Conlon

sang with admirublo oll'ect tho grand Duotto

Dtmqno io sin, from Rossinis Barbiere." Monsieur

Boulanger thou played a Notturno selected from

La KHsir d'uinore, with enchanting effect. La

JIarsoillaiso sung by M. Conlon was loudly en-

cored. Mr. Mos1, on tho himnotihmi, was much

admired. Monsiour Boiilniigcr'a astonishing solo

porlbriuauco with his left hand olicited prolonged

applause. Ho is uiiiiiiostionnbly the must fmlsnod

puniest over ns vet hoard in Sydney. Tho extra-

ordinary power lie lins over tho instrument, his

surpassing skill in producing his crescendos and

diminuendos, tho brilliancy of lils passages, tho

lovelinessof his nrpegglosnnd harmonies, thu electri-

fying surprise he producos by tho workingof bis left

liuiid, proclaim hint a perfect master of lu's art.

OPI.VIO.NH OP Tim Vutss.-A man who would

client ii limiter would steril a meeting-house mid

rob a churchyard. If ho lind a soul¡ ton thou-

sand of ¡ts size would hnvo more room In a

musquito'* oyo than a bull frog in tho Tnciflo

Ocean. Ho ought to bo winked nt by blind

pooplo, and kicked to death across logs by enji-

llios.-Ann Arbor Wolverine-Amcu ! such a

being would stonl thc mollisses out of n slok

nigger's glugor-enko ¡ tiiko from ii drunken mini

his last chow of tobacco -, walk nt night through

tho rain to',' doprivo a blind sheep of tho

fodder ; travel fifty miles on a fasting stomach to

cheat iv dying woman out of bur collin, and steal

wax out of a (Tend dog's car. Such a mau ought to ho

lied to a sheep's tail und butted to death.-Flo

rente Enquirer. Kxnufly soi and thnt isn't all,

Ho would break a surveyor's lovel to get out tho

alcohol, mid his wile's watch for tho mock Jowels i.

bid against ti widow nt her dead husbnnd's uuotion ;

ami steal tho orphan's shoe .strings before day-

light.-Ttmptrtmet Mannar. Yes I thousands of

Biich souls as thut dead man's would rattlo in a

mustard seed-dance contra dnnoes on tho point of

n wasp's sting-or march abreast through the oyo

ol' a cambric nocdlo. A solar microscope would fal

to|dlscovtr them, mid when found they would not li»'

thu smallest cranny In orcutluti.-Vost. Such a mau

would dislike tho charnctor ol' a Washington, mid

prefer to pay two bits for n ginne of billiards than

give uno doini towards building a uioniimoiit to his

hiomory.-ltagutmint Sentinel. Yes | and that

ain't alb Such u fellow would rob a lamo goose's

nest of tho Inst ogg-Bteal a rat's tull from u blind

kitten i for there's nothing low nud> mean he

wouldn't do. Ho should bo tiod up to a broom-

stick mid scolded to death by old maids,

mid then his bones should bo mndo Into

buttons to bo worn on tho breeches af con-

victs.- Rising Sun Mirror. That's a fuot

and that ain't all. Such a scoundrel would steal

thu dollies from his mother's bed on a cold night,

and take his father's coffin to rldo down hill ou. A

niau Uko this ought to have tho seven yours Itch,

sud not bo allowed to scratch.-Qatttlt. All tho

abo vu ought to bo moro preliminary sufferings

tho " prologue to the swelling not" of his final

'doom. Ho should eventually DO consigned to a

Tophet, whero bis porpetunl punishment would bo

-to read tho iiowsiiniior-squibs ncrnatratod at his

-*Ycw Xork Sunday Time*. |