The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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OCCASIONAL ADDRESS FOR THE OPENING OF THE NEW THEATRE OF ST. ST*PH*N,
INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SPOKEN BY THE PROPRIETOR IN FULL COSTUME, ON THE 24TH OF NOVEMBER, 1812.
This day a New House, for your edification,
We open, most thinking and right-headed nation!
Excuse the materials—though rotten and bad,
They're the best that for money just now could be had;
And, if echo the charm of such houses should be,
You will find it shall echo my speech to a T.
We open, most thinking and right-headed nation!
Excuse the materials—though rotten and bad,
They're the best that for money just now could be had;
And, if echo the charm of such houses should be,
You will find it shall echo my speech to a T.
As for actors, we've got the old Company yet,
The same motley, odd, tragi-comical set;
And consid'ring they all were but clerks t'other day,
It is truly surprising how well they can play.
Our Manager , (he, who in Ulster was nurst,
And sung Erin go Brah for the galleries first,
But, on finding Pitt-interest a much better thing,
Chang'd his note of a sudden, to God save the King,)
Still wise as he's blooming, and fat as he's clever,
Himself and his speeches as lengthy as ever,
Here offers you still the full use of his breath,
Your devoted and long-winded proser till death.
The same motley, odd, tragi-comical set;
And consid'ring they all were but clerks t'other day,
It is truly surprising how well they can play.
Our Manager , (he, who in Ulster was nurst,
And sung Erin go Brah for the galleries first,
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Chang'd his note of a sudden, to God save the King,)
Still wise as he's blooming, and fat as he's clever,
Himself and his speeches as lengthy as ever,
Here offers you still the full use of his breath,
Your devoted and long-winded proser till death.
You remember last season, when things went perverse on,
We had to engage (as a block to rehearse on)
One Mr. V---ns---tt---t, a good sort of person,
Who's also employ'd for this season to play,
In “Raising the Wind,” and “the Devil to Pay.”
We expect too—at least we've been plotting and planning—
To get that great actor from Liverpool, C*nn*g;
And, as at the Circus there's nothing attracts
Like a good single combat brought in 'twixt the acts,
If the Manager should, with the help of Sir P---ph---m,
Get up new diversions, and C*nn---g should stop 'em,
Who knows but we'll have to announce in the papers,
“Grand fight—second time—with additional capers.”
We had to engage (as a block to rehearse on)
One Mr. V---ns---tt---t, a good sort of person,
Who's also employ'd for this season to play,
In “Raising the Wind,” and “the Devil to Pay.”
We expect too—at least we've been plotting and planning—
To get that great actor from Liverpool, C*nn*g;
And, as at the Circus there's nothing attracts
Like a good single combat brought in 'twixt the acts,
If the Manager should, with the help of Sir P---ph---m,
Get up new diversions, and C*nn---g should stop 'em,
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“Grand fight—second time—with additional capers.”
Be your taste for the ludicrous, humdrum, or sad,
There is plenty of each in this House to be had.
Where our Manager ruleth, there weeping will be,
For a dead hand at tragedy always was he;
And there never was dealer in dagger and cup,
Who so smilingly got all his tragedies up.
His powers poor Ireland will never forget,
And the widows of Walcheren weep o'er them yet.
There is plenty of each in this House to be had.
Where our Manager ruleth, there weeping will be,
For a dead hand at tragedy always was he;
And there never was dealer in dagger and cup,
Who so smilingly got all his tragedies up.
His powers poor Ireland will never forget,
And the widows of Walcheren weep o'er them yet.
So much for the actors;—for secret machinery,
Traps, and deceptions, and shifting of scenery,
Y*rm---th and Cum are the best we can find,
To transact all that trickery business behind.
The former's employ'd too to teach us French jigs,
Keep the whiskers in curl, and look after the wigs.
Traps, and deceptions, and shifting of scenery,
Y*rm---th and Cum are the best we can find,
To transact all that trickery business behind.
The former's employ'd too to teach us French jigs,
Keep the whiskers in curl, and look after the wigs.
In taking my leave now, I've only to say,
A few Seats in the House, not as yet sold away,
May be had of the Manager, Pat C*stl*r---gh.
A few Seats in the House, not as yet sold away,
May be had of the Manager, Pat C*stl*r---gh.
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