FRAGMENT OF AN UNPUBLISHED PLAY.

Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 2106, 23 November 1880, Page 3

FRAGMENT OF AN UNPUBLISHED PLAY.

SOBNB : ChBISTOHTOOH. TIMB : THB PBBBBNT DAT. Enter Moses Hare, reading a letter. "'Tie well, most reverend father; yes,'tis well! I have this pilgrim city in my power: I count on victory from this present hour. I've won the Boman legions to my side. I feel seoure ! I care not what betide. Strange! a few ohoice exotics and soft soap Have done the triok, and I too fondly hope The whiskey warehouse will not give offence To straight-laced water-drinkers. I'll go hence, Walking erect —airing my future state — With node and smiles, where men do congregate. (Looks off) But who comes here ?" Enter Oily, a shopboy. " Your Worship—Sir, I mean—l hardly know How to address you. The General's below." Moses Hare—- " Admit him, slave. Nor dare to keep him waiting; [Exit Oily and enter General Boniface, clad in the costume of the Bar.] Ha! General, from the sleep Of coolness and indifference the city wakes, Triumphantly I'll ride to victory. Bead this. (Handing letter.) 'With smiles and flowers I've won the mighty Romans to our side." General B.— " That's all right, Mister, but -just listen and look here, Tidings I bear Ido not like a bit. I fear The Great Knights Templars have ratted to a man." Moses Hare—"lmpossible I To help me they'll be glad. I've quite bamboozled them—l'm going to be their X Y.Z." General B.— " It is not only possible, but true, Yet atill I can this loss retreive. Do you Haste and assure that youthful veteran, Gray. You haven't smelt P.B this many a day. Once pacify him, and the rest I'll fix— Before you can count up eleven or six. We'll win the day in spite of this defection, And Little Jimmy might make sure of his

rejeotion. On Wednesday next, on Avon's smiling bank, We'll fight the Qaping crowd both file and rank." Moses Hare—- " Look up the widows, and the female votesGammon them, flatter them, I hate turn ooats. I always was consistent. List to what I say : Had I my will, and could I work my way— The city now should boast a gorgeous Public Hall. It was not I who sent the scheme for water to the wall. I— I— " General B—- " Why, how now, Mister ? Talking in this strain Will addle soon your all too scanty brain. Put on your hat, and do not look distrait; Courage, man—courage ! We shall win the day ! Let's seek for cooler Shades. Come on my noble swell And join me in a bottle of Moselle." Exeunt Omnbb.