Temptation, or, The Irish emigrant : a comic drama in two acts

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No Plays Exe.flanged or Sent on Approval. INTERNATIONAL DESCRIPTIVE CATALOGUE OP PLAYS, DRAMATIC WORKS, 1Vith a Descriptive List of Arnateitr Plays a n d Artides. CONTENTS Amateur Dramas, Comedies, etc :rz How to "Make-up" ................ .Amateur Operas... ...... .. 42 Ht>w We Managed our Private Th e a -Artlcles Needed by Amateurs...... 45 trlcal s ... ........... 36 Beards, Whiskers, Jd.ustaehe s etc ... 41 8".'. : :::.::: .::::: :: fl Lacy's Co s tu mes . 26 :: : :: : : ii f'harade Plays............ ... ....... S8 l!lscellan eo us Editions ofl"l1

+ I J c ,s c ,s I .. I l : I c cl j 1 E F RE NCH'. 8 A I C_..._L\... N D l!r!JC S:rtiltll Enitior:. No. LXV. 'I, E P T A T I 0 N : OR, tIIE El\-fIGRANT. A COMIC DRAMA, IN TWO ACTS. BY J O}I N B It 0 U G II AM. TO WUICll ARE ADOE.D. 0 !1cript icn c,f the Costui?le-Cast of the Charact ersn:.rancea anCa ExitaR.elath e Pc sitions of the P erformers on the Stage, a nd the who!e of tl1e Stage Businen. D.ttd '-CC!t!Nint11 t1. A t \ o f In y,.,r 011t' Tl\C\u111nd J:l1h 1 1f1111 drr.d o.nd P'1fl7\s, by Jobu Br o q ..... Lei Ch:rk 1 Otr\ n o f lhc Uistrlcl rt of the Vsa11t'll SUI.IN !er th Scuthnu DW.trkl of llew Y ork. NEW YORK: SAMUEL l{ E N U R,


64 FIRST PERFORMED AT BUllTO!f1S THATaS Jlt. tJ-ranite, a wealthy merchant, Sterling, &D old clerk, Tom BoL.ink, a truckman, O'Bryan, an Irish emigrant, Henry Traver11, lV"alliam.f, Polly Tom' better half, .Vr. Griffl{{rialii' Mr. E. W. Cluke H. Lvnne. D.:1 .t0. Brougham Levere. Vo:.Se. Mrs. Brougham. .. Hughee. llC1n Hil'eJt.


ft 0 S t U Ill I? .-TIKPT A.TIO. 6llANITE.-Plain black suit 'STERLING.--Large blue coat, black breeches ud Ion& gaiten, vest. DODALINK .-White blouse, gray trousers tucked up at !JottOlr-, rl'IG shirt, and colored neckerchief. o DRYAN .-Dress of an Irish emigrant. TRA VERS.-Fashiouable walking dre88, POLLY.-Plain. muslin dress. 0 MRS. GRIMGRISKIN.-Plain silk, showy heold drn. MARY.-Ladies' walking dress. STAGE DIBECTIONS EXIT All'.D ENTBANCIH. L means Firit E11tr11nce, L e ft. R F i rst Entrane1, Rig"fll. S. E. (, dtto11d Entrance, L e ft. S. E R Second Entrance, R ig/at. U E L Upper Entrance, L eft. U E R U p per Right. C. Centre. L C Left of Centre R. C Rig ht o j C e ntre. T. E L Third Entrt111c L eft. 'I'. E R. Th ir d Entr ance, Right. C D. Centre Door. .D. R uoor R ig/at. D. L. Do,r Left. U. D L. U p per Door, L eft. U D. n. U'Pl'er Door, Right The Rea der is up> oSCti le e-on tlae Stage, facing the AuditJ&C


'f E P 'TA 1' I 0 N ACT I. "CEJllF. L--0nL.1ITE's Office. GnANITE and 'SnaL:Ko iim1urd Papers are scattered around. StcrL Balance in our favor, twv hunilred and fifty-seven eight hundred and forty dollars, bringing the accounts of the houRe of 'Jranite up to dattl .Y Gran LLowl ] All correct, Mr S:erl. To a cypher! I've been up anu down the columns a dozen broes Gran Good! Sterl. Did you speak, sir! Gran. No! Sterl. Ah, my poor old ears! Five and forty years in this quiet ofi'c11 oas made them sleepy; they'll never wake up again! never! never! ld man, but your goodness will look over this folly. Praiso shant make me giddy or skittish. No, no !-when I've wiped my old eyes I'll take my pen once more with joy-with great joy, dear sir. Gran. I envy that old machine his moment of real enjoyment, for il is real :-during his long solitary life the world has been to him a blank, his existence bounded by these dreary walls, and yet his remnant of a heart throbs from one touch of kindness here am I with the rev en uee uf a principality at my command, yet would I almost give that up to be J>f!rmitted to feel as he does. Over two hundred and filty thousaud dollf'.rs-the midway to half a million is passed. Half a million! why not a million 1 I am Rtill young in energy and spirit. Ab, that black ma lignant cbud why will it ever pass across the sunray of my thoughta. Travers! hush suppose he should bear; to ho in bis-in any man' iwwer. Sterling! ah, he's safe; that friendly deafneas Sterling, l ab.ill have no more occasiJn for you to-day


S !e.l. I'm glad of it! I'll go and tell my happiness lo the sweet nreath of heaven. I'll go, butGran But what 1 you ha\e something to say-something to ask 1 -not an advance of salary! mind, I tell you beforehand that cannot be. Sterl No, no, no! I am profusely paid! too much indeed, and yctC -i>L. Come, what 1 out with it; don't stand fidgetting there; "hat hv& you lo say 1 :Stcrl. Nothing much; but I-I-saw him to-day. Gran. \Vhom 1 Slerl. My deu young master. Gran. Travers (Rises.) Sterl. Yes; but don't speak his name as jf it stung you. I was hi1 father's servant before I was yours. Gran. Did I not caution you against mentioning that; you know ot to know what cause I have to keep it blotted from my memory .Slerl I do, I do! al least I think you told me, Gran No matter what of him I told you. this I said, if ever you uttered word of him or his, that instant you ceased lo be employed by mo. Suri. You did. Gran. And yet, in spite of this-you know what I have done for him Sterl You h e lped him once, he was unsuccessful but he is young; pare him something-you won t miss it, you won't indeed. Gmn. Miss it 1-don't be a fool !-every dollar lent or lost is a step backward which must be crawled up again by iaches. Why don't this Travers work! many a man's fortune has been made with less than h" has quanJercd in carrlessness. His age is nowStcrl The same as your own son's to a month. You are proutl. justly proud of him; so would my poor dear master be of his, w.ire he alive. Think what you would suffer could you sec your boy, as I ha, c seen the other, with his head buried in his fingers, his poor young weep ing wife wiLhout the power to help or comfort him except with her pain ful tears. Gran ftf,11 sou can never be reduc e d to this ; he must be wealtt1y. Suri The avalanche falls sometimes upon the most fruitful vineyard aa well as the most barren waste Gran. Silence, sir 1-how dare you hint at danger or distress to him! What

TEMPTATION. home. Here's a check for five thousand dolla1s, get it cashed youuelf and take it lo him. Sterl. Illess you! uow this is like yourself; this is noble! My po.ll youngG ran. Hush] be off at once-a word more and I recall the loan. [Exit STERLING L. and GRANITE n SCENE IL IlonALINK's Room. Enter Tolr singing L. u. Tom. (Sings. ) "There was a jolly Miller once, &c." Hallo, pct, where are you 1 No dinner yet. I am early, lo be sure. but uncommon hungry. I ve heard of people laking all sorts of things lo g"t up an appetite; if they'd only have the wisdom to take nothing for a short lime, it's wonderful what an effect it would have upon a lazy digestion. Enter PoLLY BoBAl.INK, a. n. Tom There you arc, bless your smiling, happy face! that's as good to look at as a shining fire to the poor frozen laborer! Come, what have you got 1 Poily. It ain't much, Tom, callse you know we ain't well enourrh off to afford luxuries ; but it's such a swee t little neck of mutton in a lovely &tew, what you so much like, you know, with lots of wetlgitalilcs. Tom. Gallopshus Out with it, for I'm as hungry as an unsuccesful offi ce-seeker. Polly Oflice-seekers what are they, Tom 1 1'0111. \Vhy, Polly, you know those downy birds we hear of, that., when some other has taken p ains to get himself' a comfortable nest, ne,er rests until he pops into it; but he has the satisfaction of knowing tlut there's a whole flock waiting anxiously lo serve him in the same way ; but them's politics, Polly. antl ain't proper for women to meddle with. l'olly. [ agree with you there, Tom, dear; lhere s enough lo occup) a woman's time and attention inside of her own house, without bother ing her head with what's going on without. Tom. Dless your homey little heart, if there were a few more good u-ives, Polly, there woultl be a few less liad husbantls. This is l!lorious Ah, Pull, if we could only be sure that we had even as good a tlinncr aa this all our lives, how happy I should be. l.lut I often think, my git!, if any accidmt should hcfall me, what would bcr.ome of you 1 l'olly Now don't t alk that way, Thomas, now don't repine at your cornlitirm. How can I help it 1 I try not, but it's impossible \,Vhen [ gee p eople dressed up and titivated out as I go jogging along with my poo; olcl horse antl truck, I envy them in my heart. I know it's wrong, bul it' 8 them. and it would be worsP. to deny it. Polly. Could any of those fine folks enjoy their dinner better than ym tlu 1 Tom. No, my girl. not if they had forty cournes. l3ut eating -tin't all ; this living from hand to mouth. earning with hard labor every cru&l we put into it-never seeing the blessed face of a dollar thl\t ain & wanted a hundred ways 1 y our ne< ;, rather haxJ.


n:.MPTA'l'ION. .. I Polly. Ah Tom! and thankful ought we to l>e that we have hea.th to earn that dollar: think of the millions of poor souls t .1at are worse oft' than ourselves; never look al>orn your own station with envy, Thomu, l)ut below it with gratitude. 'tom. Bless your heart, yo11 d make me contented in a real cellar O'BRYAN appears at door: Tom. Hallo, friend! what the devil do you want 1 Polly. Don't speak so, Thomas; he's sick and in ditress; there, su1 .. pose yoiA were like that 1 Tom What, a Paddy 1 don "t mention it. Come in, Ir.sh-do you want anything 1 Bryan. If you please, sir, I"

TEMl'J'ATTO:<. Drl/oln. May tha heavens b e yvur bti.l for thi gt,..>d ac.. f'm tron1 uow-;111y l,e luc k w o u't be a stcp-fatht'r to m e much longer. Tom Stay suppo&e l were tn give you something to do, what woulil you say! /Jryan. l wouldn say mu c h s ir, hut !'ti clo it. 'J'om. l cau't give you any money flty11.n. l don't wan t it yet awhile, sir. ['II work for my bit; ju&t lei .r1e dro p i n when ye's am done: the smell of th e mate will he enough for me. Tom. Come along with me then, and if l have any jobs, rll get yc>u to help me. Bryan. Lon g life to you for putting new blood in my v eins. T o m Ah, if l hail only a little money. how happy we shoul-J a ll oe. Polly Hush, Turn! I w o n t hear you say that anything could make you happie r. Tom. N o t no w, P o l, but bye-and-bye : to lo o k a h ea d and see nothing but toil, toil! Polly. "Uid yot. not h ea r how he prayed for wha t you so muc h dread 1 Tom. That's a different thing; he's only an Irishman B ryan. True for you Tom. Come along, Padtly. Good bye, P olly. Bryan. To be sure l will, sir, follow you all over the worlu. Long life to you, Ma'am, and may you never know sicknrss, sorrow, poverty or distress, I pray. [Exit T o.11 and Btll'AN, n J' olly. [Watches !Item oul. J 131ess his heart, if it were not for those littl e fits of uiscontent, what a man he'd hr. 13ut we can't be all jier fect-cvcn l myself confrss to thinking of silks and v elvets, sometimes, instead of cottnns and calicoes-anti ['I\ he houn tress, he will surel y assist us. H e n Ah, 'tis but a slcnuer h ope, wife; I know hi s stern unyieluing nature too well. Is it not hard to sec him r e v e llin g in weal t h whicb ought to have been mine, for : am sure th a t it was at his dictation, and by his 'lilvice. my father made so unjust a will. J!ary \,Yill they not give you longer than to-morrow! 1 Hen Not a n hour they say. [knoi:k, L. 11 ] \\'ho ca n t h is be! every ounu goes my heart in pain ( lo tfcor, L H E n t er, MRs Gtt1MC:RtSKtN, r .. 11. -(rs. G. We!I. good folks, you'll excuse m:v businesr you know.:< lms iness: not t ha t I wam to :na\;e you feei uncc.mfortablo


IJ-;.\1 I-' l.\.TJO\" but housc:s won't keep lodgings is lodgings, boar1.1 I!\ buntll. and mark e t s is markers; b eer and mutton : Omn--1 .;i,Jrs. G. As remarked, l"m a woman ol fe\X words but I haH my c a rs abon e w 'ls 1wrs is whispers, 1 cl eatfils ,.ears; and l 'ha:'vr heard tight make you uoC<>mfort nt as Lh'lit is no my principle, I on' r e p ea t it, but talker you o \Vill be ralk i;, and boarders ever an anything clle in t he wor l d ut boanre 5 Hen. \Vhat have th ey dared to say of me 1 _....,,. ill rs. G. Nothing! Oh indee d I'm proud to observe that my boarders pay regularly ev1ry mom h, and arc therefore hi g hly respectable; and respectable boartl ern mak' a re s pcctahl e h o use, and my ambition is ta keep nothing dse Hen. M ay I lw perlllit. te d tu as k what thio all amoun\s to. Jltlrs G ..,sl i'2110 l11i11g 80 for board. a nd 120 for extras. I'm J woman of few w ords (Gius paper. Hen. And I arn a ma11 111' lrss. I can t p1y it ltfrs. U. I hail Ill\' mis.,ivinrrs, notwithste .1'<1in"' your of bnr connected with the rich Allow me tc>. say sir. f8itc.] hen l sit until you d o p a y it; so you had b etter see about it at one STERLt:

10 TUfPTATION, os, of course ycu can take your time about that. I am a woman cf le" but Yihen I do speak, I think I muy be permitted to flatter my. elf it is to the purpose. [Exit &. u ( S!crling, tclw has been sr.arclting his pockets falls into his chair tcith a groan.] Mary. What is the matter-are you ill .'itcrl. Don't come near me. I'm the destroyer of peace llnd ol rc.y own forever. I've lost it! lost it! Hen. Not the money! Ster!. Thafs right-kill me-I it Oh careless, :udun, g1ilty, unhappy old man Lost! lust! lost forever! !oltiry. Heaven support us-this is a blow indeed! Hen. Forgive even the appearance of injustice, my good, kind old frie nd. I am a doomed man it's no use to strive against d estiny. Stcrl. Don't, don't! this kindness is worse than your reproof. I.et me die! let me die! [ am not fit t o live. Stay! I'll run back.! Ah, I haven't the strength. Hen. Come, c0me, old friend. toke it not so much to heart; lean upon ne ; we'll go and oC'Jrch for it tngethn; and even if it be not found, 'tis no t a fatal 11JS3 so l ong as life and health remain. Come! Sterl. You say this to comfort me, my boy. You see I'm selfish even now, detaining you when every moment is of consequence. [Exeunt. (MARY appears tran1Juil until lhci; arc gone, then throws h erself into cliair and weeps ] SCENE IV.-A :Street Tom. [Without, R ] Whoa! yon stupid brute, won't you 1 stand, will you 1 There, take that on your broad shoulppose. By my son I, I'm risin g in the world at last; if I'm not kickin fortune before me like a foot-ball, [ never will. Blessings on the day that I lighte d upo11 that tender-hearted pair. I'm to go to 44, but how am I to find it 1 H m:'s 41, and next door t o it i.> 43; di vii take m e if they haven't l eft c .u\ 44 altogether. \.Yell, now, l ook here if 14 hasn' t \l"alked right acrnsij the street. Faith, if a fellow hacl to find o ut many r.umbcrs this way he'd be tired crossini; th e street. Enter ToM, R. n Tom. Thats "P with you. You've got to cord anothl'r brin g it down ; h e as quick as you can, for jobs are scarce [Bryan en ttrs door, R. H J That Polly is a regulnr dictionary of thoughtfulness; this poor Paddy ts re ady to jump out of his skin for joy that he's g"I 1omethin u to do. I mustn"t serve him as some folks I have of, who und';,r the pretence of charity break a fellow's back with work. [Takes out a dirty little wallet .] Only fifty cents all this blessed day, arnl this job will make a dollar, ancl that's all the mon ey [have in the world nut haven't I a sunny-hearted, lovin g. careful wife, and a homo that I m always cleli!;l1te1! o sh to 1 I a c knowledge that in the do


IEMPTA1'ION. 11 11t-estic depamnent I woult N.o. I won" t I BT1ian. Poo t i<'ll< H h e l u c k s -"ilcl.


TEMPTATIO:'\'. Tom. Hu u ;mg it'> only put on lo make us give it Uf llryan. Give it up, c h Tom. Tha t is if we had got it; but don't staPd pia'.ing d:c rc ; if yov mean to earn your salt, set ahout 11. ft"s time to put the hore up Yon can do it, can't you 1 Il.yrzn. If I can't I c a n l ea rn There's in the w ay nf a.t hrin,st living lhat I won't have a try at. 1'om. Confound you, who w a nt s you to d o anything else; be iff l n 1 sick and goin' home. J"ve got an oppiessiC"n o n my chet, and if' \ n"t h a ve relief I'll drop in the street. Bryan. Something's come over you s inc e fl'orninl!". sure enough llut you've been kinl and generous to me, and may I ne,er leave thi pol, but if I could do you any good hy takin g th'! half of your com l' ieint l"d do it. [Exit, 11. w 'l"om. l d a re s a y yon would, hut my constitutio'I 'e strong e nough t rarry it all. Now for Polly Shall I le!I hn ne\' l'r kept a sc errl fr o m her yet. But suppose sh11 shouldn't C<'l're"Jt t o my keeii:< ii I shan't say a word about it. I'll h!de it for ttrn present-the1 wear I h a d a prize in the lottery That's a capital My Goel : what am l lingering about here for l I mu s t go,-and yet I frel a> I hough I were le aving the h appiness of m y life upon t hat P ooh lots o f m o ney wiil make any one happy. A good sliff hrr'l or two wil make m e all right. "llegonc, dull ""r e "-the s iu g in g is ;:-one out riJ "' Y he art, just 11ow; it will come h ack hye-and-hyc. J E.rit !<. 11. SCENE V.-Toll's Chamber as btforc. POLLY rliscnvcrd o( onrk. l'olly. \ \ h a t a dear; co nsiderate, good-natured husband I h-v-e to hr ure; the proudest lady in the land cannot i.Je happier than I in 111,v hum hie home. !rs nearly time for him t o i.Je here, a11. l 'o lly. \Vh:,t's the matter 1 'f'l!la. \\' hy, what lwuld be the \\'here's the use of askin J t h a stupiu question as that 1 /'oily. D on't speal so crossly, d ea r Thumas; l didn t mern any harm '/'om. Bless your little soul, I kno w you dith1"1, 01 11 f.:r alarm. [..ts 1'c J J w i sh T coul1l ttll heJ ( l c 1 3111r d

n;M Pl A 1 10N'. PoUy. How 111uch, Thoma 1 Tom Shall [ I I've a great mi11d to astoni ih her Wtal nm ta. ll'ill How much do vou think Polly. I can't say' Tom. No, I won't a cln!lar' P olly. Only a llar \\'ell, nevrr mind, d ea r Tom, wo must make ii lo; ancl hrtt(r a cl<>llar earned "" nu have earned yours, by your own 'iC'resl indu..: '.Y 1han thousand:; got in any other way. Dutcomc, !'U}>" nf'r's r ead : TJJn. (ca1, 'L 1at f'olly. \ Vlint "" the tripP. vou'ro "o fond of; onior.;; as-Tom. Pollh' '' 1pt i; disgil,ling and onions i s vulgar! I leI13ou I ran t cat; i:-:11 h Ptw:.1!Yh P olly. .,.n Thollrns 1 h ll I n eve r saw you this tern pllr hefore. / 1'om \Yhv o yo.fl kr #P :rnvagc tbi11gs that ydu know must aggravate HJv,. -""" !! 1 ,.,,,. hr uuly in the ];Pu e 1 I h ave a paiu here that I fll11i< ii \\ 1 .::..J rt!it1,.l'nlly. Y I ht.Ii/,"" .. is a lhtle in the hottle. But. de a r Thomas, have you ntlt had :.i 1//r to 1 nltu;h already! Tom. :nv do al'i I I ell VOLi. Polly. 111.v 111Hr Tho111a;-;. sc;Jllt>thi11g-must h a ve annoyed you, or Y"" w<>uld 11<1! han tnkf'11 this drink. But you are so scllo m thns, that I 11tusl li111n11r .rnu: 1 lir hcsl of m en arc subject to tempta ti on T orn. r 811/rls "1' l \,\ 'ha! "" ."OU nwa n hy thol Polly \\.hy. even .""" hav lue11 trmptPd tn for get you r self. Tnm. How do you k n ow I Polly I see it in your fac1" [ l!::r:i t for h ot/le &. IL Tum. I hrliec ynu do-cHryh"'ly can. Yes, I a m a marked .uan, fur what' 1 take il hack. I cannot n ow, for I h a v e it. H.r.-cntcr PoL1.v with flra11d!J /Joule. P olly. l Tnm drink.,.] Y ou rn<', Thomas; s o m elh. g ha harpened I know thPrr has Tom. \\'ell suppone there has -is a accountable to his wi e for enry momrnl of his time. Go to bed! \\'here' s the use in whimpJring about it. You've hod such a smooth, easy road of it all your life th>\t lhe first rut hr eab vour axlr. H a. ha 1 tlon't mind m e, Poll. I don' t mean t o uut yon see I'm a litt l e sprung-leave met' my elf. Stay kiss me hcfori .von go ['II make a lady of you yet, Po: see if I d,10 Di1ln'L .'ou hear me tell you to go to betl l f'o/ly. Y <'s. Thomas. but-Tom. \\'pl!. and why the de,il don't you go1 what

TEMPT ATIO:\'. Polly Tho.nu, dear, never did I expect tl:s; but you will be eon, li>r it in the m'Jrning, so I forgiv., you. [Exit crying, it. 11. 2 11:. 1bm. Damn it! I am an unfeeling savage! [Goes to door.] Don't cry, Pol., I didn t illtend to hurt you. I won't drink any more. [Looks round 11.nd takes out pocket-book ] I wonder how much there is. Lord, how mv heart beats, and something whizzes through my head like a regiment of mosquitoes. I feel faint! 'What's that 1 I could have sworn I heart.I call out my n ame. [Pops in a1rnin.] I feel like a coward;for tho first time in my life the rustling of a leaf startles me. I never ret feared to stand up before a giant-but now a boy would cow me; 1fs only because I'm not used to it. Here goes! [Takes out money.] }';fli e s and hundreds, by Jingo. I never saw such a sight as this before. Ten, twenty, thirly, forty, a hundred! my eyes are getting dim. Ten, twenty, thirty-I can't count it. I do believe I'm a littl e mad; but oh it is a glorious sight a feast! a banquet, that kills all other sights and appetites, and all mine! mine! Nobody saw me! nobody knows it' Nobody but one-but one I Ah, I mustn't think of thal. [Clasps ltu liand on head ] END OF ACT l-"tllST. ACT II. SCENE I.-Ga.: discovered Gran. Stay! I am alone! why not de stroy all evidence of the old man's testament. [Finds envelope of testament ] Here it i here arc the cursed words. which uttered in a human ear wouhl in a moment dash to earlh the structure I have toiled for years to raise. [Reads, and as he prepares lo hum it, lhe paper drops, unseen by hini,from lite enDelope; 11e burl<' the remainder in the grate.] Thus, my son, do I peril soul as well as life for you! 'Tis done l a brief, sudden flame, a few transitory sparks. and the past is sealed as wit!1 the silence of the dead. [Exit, n. ii Enter STEHLING, L. rr. Stcrl. Lost! lost forever! I've {old him all. and he is inexorable hav,e killed the son o( my benefactor, destroyed the only thing on earth to which the wretched remnant of my life was devoted. He can't rr cover from the shock, I know he can't! nor can I! I foe! as though my heart were breaking. I wish it would! I wish it would! To fall from such a height of joy into a gulf of despair-and I. I did it-I who would have sold my ver.v life to bring him a moment of happiness Oh harJ, desperatP. fate. [Picks up packet and places it on desk.] The ctin1r 1 f self-destruction is great. but I am sorely tempted "'ith chilling wol:lshness on one side, and such misery on the other, life is but a"' t ery bnrden at packet ) \Vh at do I sec 1 "ahstracl of will!" why, Ii dated after that one by which Henry was disinherited. Powers of lllstice, should it be !-it were too much to hope; my limbs tre1nble-I taoil on spectacles.] Nor can I see 1-a mom e nt '-pati .. uce, ol1l heart! Now. it is! it is Oh. merciful dispenser of all good. let me !tut live to see ihis g reat wr,,ni.: r i ghtcd Caution! c auti1m O b


lb for an hou1 .>f youth and ttrength "lnd He I have ni neart within my very grasp. Enter Ga.1.NITE, R. 11. (;,,.,,,,, \Veil, my good Sterling, I am to be troubled no more, I hopo, ny that fellow's pitiful whinings I was a fool to be overpowered by you, but benevolence is my failing !-a commendable I own, but till a failing. Std. I am to he a r you say that. for you now have great opportunity tc exe rci se it. r.ran \Vhat do you m ean 1 Sterl. You see before you the most miserable wretch in existence: lhc money you gave mc Gran. Well1 Stcrl. Is lost! I have lost it. Gran. Pooh old man; don't think lo deceive me by such a stale de. rice; that's a very old trick. Stcrl. Ah, I frared that, even m ore than the mon<>y'e loss You don't believe me 1 Gran. No! Stcrl. After so many years Gran. The temptation was loo much for you ; the old leaven exhib ited itself once more ; you remember-Ster!. Silence, sir !-the majesty of my integrity emboldens me to say that even to you. my mast er. Your cruel taunt has wiped out all of feeling that I had for you ;fellow sinner, hast thou not committed an err1,r likewise. Gran Insolent! Sterl. Nay, n ot an error, a crime Gran. How dare you in s inu ate 1 Ster/. I tlon'l in sinuate, I spea k out. I know you have! Gran. Know it! Ster/. And can prove it; but enough of this I have lost the money vou advanced; will you it 1 Grau Away, fool! you arc in your dotage Stcrl. A dota ge which shall wither your strength and strip you in an nstant of your ill-bought posses s ions ;-the consciousness of detected eHn now shows it se lf upon your ashy countenance. Since humar.-1\y will not prompt you to yidd a portion of your stolen wealth, justice hall force you to d e liver it a/I-aye all! all! Gmu. Villain. what riddle is t hi.G 1 S!trl. One easily solved ;-behold its solution, if your eye daie lo<.'!: 11 it ;-a will devising all the property you now hold to Herry Trave rs! Gtan. Ha. ha! deceirnd malicious fool, it is a forgery it must be, fo I burnt thc--confus ion wl1at have I said 1 S1c1 I. Oli, you burnt it, did you 1 You cannot. you dare not dispute this evid e nce. Thrre are dozens who can swear to my old master' sig naturr. Stern, proper virtue would induce me to vindicate his son' but I know he would not purchase wealth at the cost of your d& rradation : rli\'iJc cqur.lly witb him, and let th<' past be forgotten


16 'fM Pl A 1 wan. [A&iJc.] Ha I a glimmer or hope. [ 1 llu1td.] My kind. gtmer .. u1 old friend, this is an act of cl emPtH:y for which I was not prep ired Jn dee p humility I acknowledge my ""ry g reat crime. and shall make even more reparation than you require; 11t me l>ut have a small pittance tr, retire into the oblivion whic h I have co11rteJ and deserved-the rest s hall he liis to whom i t ri g h tful l y he.longs Y our hand, old fri end; you' ll find that I shall repair all-thus 1 [Snulc!ic., pa.per furi ously from S nRt.INO.J Thus, and thus you shallow-pated foal! And now the only evirush away a 1:ox i1>u s wasp. but that I despise yo11 t.oo entirely lo !Car your sting U n holh of you, and babbl e tiirth your injuries lo the w orld Go and cxperienee ho\v poo r a connict s\arv eling ho11r:;t_v i11 rags ea11 wagl' againsl iniquity. whe11 chul i n gol d en armnr. I dd'y .'"' ct!!. 11. H S:al. 01i. 1 i!lain heartless 1 i ilain-losl. Josi forn1cr. l Slafgcr s oj{ 1 .. H '. I K :'iCE:.\l: 2 .-To,.s d1111n/,er as /,1jurc.-'l'o'!ol t!1scovcrcd aslap .r11 1 th jloor.-1 .'ntrr Po1 1.Y R. H -'hc goc:; 11n ictly n v c 1 an l touch e s him"" Tvrn ( l\"11k1.1tt 11. p su4drn.ly.J ::>tand off! you shan't !tave ii it's mine' 01u1. \\'hy, what are you talkin g about 1 Toi';. O!t, is thut vou, P oll I Nut.hi 1w. nothinrr '. I had a nasty kind >f u urram. thal's ul'i. I couldn' t s leep night I've just had a few cat naps, a nJ Y cry uncomfort ab l e thry w e re. P1111y. My dear Torn, you 11111stn't d rink any m ore. You sec how i". ILaves you in the 1110r11i11g. 'l'on1. So it d11es, Pull 1 what a drra m l h ad. Ah, the darkness i s a trrril>le time lo get over when 1111.r.'s conscience is filling the with fiery eyes. H a h a. 111 I r .! side. J I've a devilis h great mind t G astonish her, and [ will too! I won't! not ycl 1 [Alo1td.J Pully, do you known its my belie f th,. you were cut out to be a rich wumar; oome vi these lucky days. Pully. Dear Tho mugs 1 P : .ly l\'ot a t the price o f our comfort Thomas. 'l J!ll. You' re a fool! money ran l>uy all s orts of comfort. P11/y. V\'h a l d o you mean, Thoma s, hy tlwse hints abc11t ir.o::iry 1.s a nything h appened' 'l 'om. No, o h but there'.; n o knowing w h e n some1hing may! rhl\'t l ll try h r r [A lout!. ) It's my dream, Polly: shall I t e ll i t you! Pu ll y. Do. my

TEMPTATJON. 17 m.i, the time-what should I sec. but a wallet look11d into 1t an.'J .i rit:h man. l'utl,11. [ know your heart too well, Thomas, to belie,-e th:i.t such a could occur except in a dream. Tom. Why not 1 I should like to know. If fortune did-I mean, if li1rtune Mere to fling luck in my way, don't you think [ should be a !,'Ieat fool not to grab at it 1 Polly. Thomas, you've been drinking too much. Tom No, not enough ; give me some more. Polly Not a drop I husband ; if you will p o ison yourself, it shall r ul he throu11h my hand. 'li1m Fetch me the branly bottle ancl don't b e a fool. I m master of my own home I should think. Poll y Horne 1 Ah, Thomas, some evil spirit I fear. has s tol e n away our once happy home forever. [E:rll, R-11. Tum. There has, and this is it Confound you, I'll have nothing more to do with you. ['l'ltrmc8 it un taMt.] Poor Polly! I'll take the cursed thing back. I wouldn t have her ryrs wet with sorrow to be made of money. I'll find out the owner. Stay! why should I take that trouble, let him come to me; it will be ti111c e nough th e n it's rather h ard to he ouligrd t o throw away a fellow's luck. Here, ynu O'Bryan' Hryart. ( Withoot 11. >'-] Sir! Tum. Truck read y B--yan. Ail right, Sir' Tom Then I'll go out :::ml what a little work will do. wae a time, I thought if I hacl as much monry. I should ue able to jump out of my skin for joy, however I c:i.111c by it.; but now that l have it, I don t feel so

18 r&MPTATION. I wonder who6e it u 1 ain't mine anywa.Y You 11eedn' t stare md ill the face that way. I wouldn't howld you no more nor if yoc. weie m a de of blazes and maybe you are, you black looking bit of be divilment Enter POLLY, a. 11. Polly. Gone Ts Thomas gone! Bryan. Just this minute or two back. HowlJ hard! < on't come thia way ; do you see that 1 Pol'y. vVhat is it 1 Bryan. Don't touch it! it's TPmptation be his dream was n ot a dreatn but the r eal ity ; he has found this and hia unc e rtainty whether to retai:l it or give it up, has his sleepleH uncomfortable night. Di

19 ivith the vile h erd, and I 'll have you dri\Cn 1.ence with blows. Wil Iiams, I &d.y can I not be obeyed! You have had my answer hfore; he a r me repeat it and bellow it in your deadened ear. I wo1.tl1, cautiously. Tom. I cannot keep the cursed thing any lon ge r ; this is th e hous e autf luckily the coast is clear. I'll uiakc'it all right in a jifly. Where hall 1 put it !-cry out and swear 1 found it under :he trunk-or it unclur the sofa! No, they must ha"c looked. I'll leave it on the table. \'es, 1hat'll 1lo. Ah, where is it! I coult.ln't h ave lost it. Oh, that would be sure perdition. I have it! It's not here! Now what a cursed villain I am. Oh, it serves me ri ght; why did I yield t o t ht lcmptali on Stay, l may find it in the street! No, no, it's go rw-gere' tlca11 Some rascal, bad as myself, has got it ;-but tn:t.J ;,, a cha1wc I'll look through the back streets I GoJ helf me-if I lo11t find it I shall go mad. LRush.:s Ollt, 1.. i.. E11tcr l\IRs. GRIMGRISKIN, HENkV and MnY, R. H. Jllrs. G. You'll the intrusion, if you plea;e, but bc:ng a wo'""" of few words, there ca n he no necesj,i ty for me to inform you that his is my house, meani11g of course a l ong as I pay my rc111. whi c h J


20 don't see tho slightest possiuility of doing unless a similar proceedint lalies place with regard to my rooms. He1t. \Vhat do you mean jJJrs. G. I mean that cuplc as can't pay, should have no objection o turn out in favor of the111 as can: so perhaps you'll lie good enough tJJ act ar.cordingly. [Exit, o. F. l 1, F:n!cr h'Urricdly POLLY and on1:i0AN. L. JI. l E. Br!Jan. This is the house, an

TEMPTATION, 21 IO ,fo is to look on r my husband's fault; he's":. gooJ man, inJrnd he i1 k.ut the drink is in him now, and--H en Never fear me! you have saved m:1 life-all our lives ana my antitudo is yours forever. ruaho Pn 1 .. 11. T Q m I have lost-Polly h ere l'd ly [Interrupting him.] Yes i<>ve, I did as you told me, I brought &he money, you know, that you found. May I sir1 you see how he is. [All g o up but PoLLY and To111. \Vhat's this, Polly 1 What do you say 1 Money! why it's No! did you 1 it can't be! My head! what with brandy anrl terror I am in an awfu l slate. There, I can he a r now. Dear, dear guardi an angel' s 1 wak to 111e-tell me again, did you find it 1 Polly. l

j11.1t turned for the season-bath room or. the same floor-}.Q 'falllr. Rryan. Plenty of that, I'll be bail 111-ra. G. It ain't my inllmtion to say much-JJryan. \Veil then don "t havcr.'t you got the gumption to 11ee tbal tbrre's one too many here! Jlfrs. G, Then why don't you go you Irish savage. Bryan. Because I'm not the one. '!'om. Do you forgive me, PJlly 1 f'olly. From my heart. Tom. Illcss your kind soul l have learnt a wholesome caever-neYcr shall I forget it, and l hope none of our friends will for&lll !& either. EPILOGUE. Tom. There is a moral in little play, Whose influence may not be cast away, Oh! think what magic's in a kindly word, And mercy show to those who"ve slightly erred. Polly. I was to blame dear Tom to envy those \Vhose wealth enabled them lo wear rich cloth" ; But mercifully was this lesson sent, To teach us, the best wardrobe is Eryau That's true enough my


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