As such shall be thy fame.

To thee in dreams

Thy course was shown: sweet Heaven-born Liberty
To thee appeared, and crowned thee, happy fate!
Thy country's sire-her brave deliverer.
Behold his vision! sons and daughters see
How sweet his smile, how grand his destiny.

(Exit)

The Curtain is then drawn to discover the proper position on the Stage, of the Characters forming the first Tableau.

A, Represents Washington, reclining on a couch.

B, Boy kneeling on left knee, and holding out an open Bible.
C, Boy kneeling on right knee, presenting a sword.

1, 2, 3, 4, Girls in white, holding wreaths over Washington. J, Girl representing the Genius of Liberty-the cap of Liberty upo her head, and holding in her right hand a small American flag.

D, E, G, H, Young girls forming a line, with wreaths joined and raised a little above their heads, and extended over toward the figures represented by F.

F, Figures kneeling in an attitude of supplication, having chains in their hands, which they drop simultaneously as the boy who is presenting the sword utters the sentence: “Ne'er sheath it till sweet l·berty is won."

DIALOGUE SPOKEN DURING TABLEAU NO. 1.

Genius of Liberty. We hail thee, Washington, Columbia' guardian! Be strong in heart, resolute in purpose, pure in thy

aspirations! Then shell a world yield thee its acclamations then shall thy name become great in the mouths of all men. Boy with Bible, (reading.) "I will say of the Lord, he is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler; and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler."

Boy with Sword. This weapon thine, the cause a holy one. Ne'er sheathe it till sweet liberty is won!

Genius of Liberty, (as the chains fall.) Thus shall the captives' chains forsake their limbs!

All the Characters. And all the world shall hail thee "FATHER OF THY COUNTRY." (Curtain drops.)

NO. II. MARION AND THE BRITISH OFFICER.

AN HISTORICAL SCENE OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION.

Enter Boy in front of Curtain.

PROLOGUE TO TABLEAU NO. II.

Boy. The first of men, of patriots ye have seen

Upon another and his trusty band, staunch

Yeomen all, ye 'll look when drawn this screen.
Humble their meal, and scanty-strange to him
Who wears the costume of their country's foe.
What cares the patriot? He's no epicure,
The coarsest viands satisfy the men

Who fight to win the great, the priceless boon
Of Liberty; the right to act, to speak

As honest freemen! The tyrant's minions gaze
With wonder on the band, yet feel how great

The hearts at beat beneath their worn attire.
“Our food,” cries Marion. The ashes raked
Reveal the frugal meal; frugal, yet free!
Grown in and dug from out an earth whose sod
Our patriot fathers swore should never bear
The tread of tyrants! kept they then their oath!
Let this the nineteenth century reply! for ours
Is freedom's life! N crowns bedecked with gems,
Adorn their brows who rule our happy land.
A plain elected citizen, a man 'mongst men,
One by his peers there placed, a few short years
Sits in the chair of state. No tyrant, he
Performs his duty: rules;-to private life retires,
And yields again to those who gave it him
His brief authority. Say ye who now are here,
Shall this not always be? Ye answer, “Yes!”
Our prayer be this "Heaven grant it ever so,"
And all our efforts, may they ever tend
To keep this land as our Creator meant
It should be kept,-the hope of the oppressed,
Freedom's Asylum, her eternal home!

Exit.,

The Curtain is then drawn to discover the proper position on the Stage of the Characters forming the second Tableau.

KEY TO TABLEAU NO II.

A, British Officer, seated upon a small log.

B, Marion, partially reclining, his right elbow on a log, and lean

ing his head upon his hand.

C, British soldier standing; in his hand a flag of truce.

D, One of "Marion's Men," in his left hand a large potato, from which he is brushing the ashes with the right sleeve of his coat.

E, F, G, H, "Marion's Men" in various attitudes, some sleeping, others partially sitting up.

DIALOGUE, SPOKEN DURING TABLEAU NO. II,

British Officer. And is this the kind of food the coun try for which you are fighting furnishes you!

Marion. This, sir, is a holyday meal. Ofttimes we get but little even of this. But, sir, tell your king from us, that poorly as we are fed and clothed, we can not be conquered. A scanty meal is better to men who love freedom-more relished than would be the most gorgeous banquet ever presided over by the royal tyrant, whose crimson-clad armies are now battling in the cause of a despotism alike obnoxious to the Creator and to man. (Curtain drops.

NO. III. YOUNG AMERICA:

A CHARACTERISTIC SCENE OF THE PRESENT DAY.

Enter Box, in front of Curtain.

PROLOGUE TO TABLEAU NO. III.

Boy. I come, kind friends, as others have, to speak

You for your favor. We are yet but young,

And for your smiles look anxiously to find

If these our efforts please you. Progress is our word!
A motto good; who stops becomes a clog

Upon society. All races, men of every creed
Are up and doing;-yet be not too fast

Young men and women; stop sometimes for breath,

Tc ponder carefully, or perchance you'll miss
What you are striving for. "Not always he,"
So says authority, "the race will gain

Who at the first speeds fastest; nor those men
The battle win, whose guns the farthest shoot,"”—
A homely verse, may be, but full of truth.
Our Young Americans would plume for flight
Ere time to leave the nest. Behold our youth;-
They lead the fashion; what a jaunty air
They carry with them! Consequential boys!
And so our sisters, not content to bloom
In costumes such as did their mothers wear,
They'd "Bloomers" be, and loudly talk of "Rights,"
Throw down their needles, and take up their pens;
Study the "Art of Oratory," 'stead of that
Which teaches them to bake, and brew, and sew.
Well, well, they'll get the better yet of that,
And lose their foolish notions, as comes care
Along with rip'ning years. Then will our sisters find
A "woman's right" is that to cheer her home:
Our youth, that solid studies best engage
The mind that would expand. This age
That not alone of progress talks, but also of
Equality. No man is more than to his brother
When all are honest, now that learning's halls
Are open kept for all who'd enter them;
But while I talk, our "Young Americans,"
And others too not born upon our soil,
Are waiting me. The Black-hot Afric's son-
The drawling Yankee, beef-fed Englishman,
The oatmeal-eating Scotchman, and the son
Of that "Green Isle," whose Emmet fell a prey
To laws with more of blood than justice in them,
Long to express their sentiments, and force,

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