ANDY BLAIKE; OR, THE IRISH DIAMOND. A OOMEDY, [I N TWO ACTS BY DION BOURCICAULT, AUTHOR OF "LONDON ASSURANCE," " OLD HEADS AND YOUNG HEARTS," "THE CORSICAN BROTHERS," "FAUST AND MARGARET," " LOUIS THE ELEVENTH," "THE YOUNG ACTRESS," "JANET PRIDE," "THE PHANTOM," "THE IRISH HEIRESS," "LOVE IN A MAZE,"' ANDY BLAKE." This Play forms No. 110 of French's Edition of the Minor Drama. NEW YORK SAMUEL FRENCH, 122 NASSAU STREET. 1857. ON the 22d of October, 1852), an announcement appeared in the bills of Burton's Theatre, inlforming the public of New York that Miss AGNeS ROBERTSON would make her filust appearance in the United States on that occasion. This was the first time that the name ever reached our ears. She came unheralded, unpuffed, and rose above the horizon as noiselessly as a star in the heavens. The piece in which she appeared was THE YOUNG ACTRESS, A MUSICAL INTERLUDE, BY DION BOURCICAULT, Altered from an old piece called the " Manaler's Daughter." This drama was entirely re-written, and it formed the framework for a number of exquisitely drawn portraits, possessing all the life-like vigor of coloring and careful outline, which di. tinguishes the genius of the author of " ILondon Assurance." After a career of three months in New York, where she had gathered around her a host of admirers, she went to Boston in January, 1854, and made her celebrated debut at the Boston Museum. The excitement caused by her performances spread througliout the city and environs; it gained the neighboring villages, towns and cities, and'special trains were run to bring thousands to witness this exquisite actress. The engagement was prolonged from two to four weekl, then to six,[and subsequently to eight weeks. By this time the furore had becomne beyond all precedent. The tickets of admission were sold at, a plemium of five and six dollars each, and at her benefit, the last night of her engagement, the applicanlts for seats blocked up the access to the theatre and the street in fiont.'The manager, Mr. Moses Kimball, induced Miss Robertson to prolonig her performances for the ninth week, and within four hours, such was the crowd that every seat in the theatre was bought up for the ensuing week. Such was the enthusiasm created by Miss Robertson amongst thle ladies of Boston, that her promenades through the streets were beset with crowds who followed her fiomr place to place. The corridors of the Tremont House, where she resided, were blocked up with fair admirers, who fairly invaded her apartments. The childlike grace,' and sweetness of manner, with which she received all these honors, that fell so suddenly and thickly upon her, won more hearts to her cause than the exquisite power of her acting on the stage. During this engagement, in which Mr. Kimball, the manager, netted something like twenty thousand dollars, AMiss Robertson appeared in ANDY BLAKE; OR, I'HE IRISH DIAMOND, A DRAMA IN TWO ACTS, BY DION B')URCICAULT, -Founded on the celebrated French piece, "Le Gamin de Paris." Her performance of the Irish boy was a beautiful creation, and drew from her audience tears aindsmiles of sympathy. From Boston Miss Robertson went Doulrccallit' Dratnatic T3orks, FORMING THE REPERTOIRE OF MISS AGNES AGNESROBERTSON. No. II. A AT D Y B LA I(E: OR, TIHE IRISH DIA-MOND, A COlIEDY, IN TWO ACTS. BY Author of "London Assurance," " Old Heads and Young Hearts," "The Willow Copse," " Used Up," " Love in a Maze," " The irish Heiress," "Andy Blake," " T'he Young Actress," "''he Corsican Brothers," " The Phan, torm," 4'c. 4'c. Entered, ecCording to Act of Congress, in the Yenr One Thousand Eight Tundred and Fifty.i, by DIoN BOURCxCAULT, in the Clorke' Ofice of the District Court of the United Statle, for the Southlnm District of New York. N E W - Y O RK: 1856. CAST OF TH'lE CHARACTESRS, etc. CHARACTER1S. General Daly..............................Mr. Sedley Smith, Dick Daly, (his son)..................... Mr. Ralton, Andy...................................Miss AGNES ROBERTSON, Ignatius Z]uelrooney....................... Mr. W. Warren, Airs. Blake............................... Mrs. Villcent, Mary....Mrs. Rumford, iVary1................................M rs. Rumford, Lady Mountjoy.......................... Madame Radinski. NoTIcE.-Any manager permitting this work to be performed in his theatre without the written permission of the Author, is liable to a penalty of not less than oNE nUNDRED Dollars for each performance-in conformity with the new copyright act for the protection of Dramatic Authors. ANDY BLAKE; OR, THE IRISH DIAMOND. ACT I. SOCENE.-A chamber, neatly furnished; door in F. R. H.; easel and port. folio; doors, Ra and L.; MRS. BLAKE seated, R. H., front, knitting, her spectacles on; DICK plainly dressed, sitting at easel, L. H.; back, MARY looking over his drawing. M1rs. B. Haven't you done yet? Dick. Not quite. I am not quite satisfied with your nose. [Kisses MARY apart. Mrs. B. If I'd a nose from Dublin to Connemara,-ye-migit-h-a~-v drawn it by this time. Mary. Pray have patience, grandmama, your picture will soon be finished, he is getting on so well. Dick. Just hold on that smile a little longer, there, I have caught it now-turn your face away a little more-a leetle more. [As MRs. B. turns her back, DICK hisses MARY. Mrs. B. Will that do Dick. Admirably., 111rs. B. He's as long making my nose as if it was a railroad.. Dick. There, that will do for to-day. ises. Mary. (Crosses to c. Dear grandmama, you know how anxious Andy is to hiave your- iieness. Mrs. B. If it wasn't for my darling boy-for that villain, Andy, that I love better than the apple of my eyes, I wouldn't ache my old back for all the pictures in Ireland; but I'd like to leave him something to look upon when I'm dead and gone. Mary. And don't forget that Mr. Brown paints it for nothing Mrs. B. Mr. Brown is a good, steady, hard-working young man; I wish my Andy was like him. Dick. Remember how young he is. Mrs. B. Old enough to know better than to idle about the streets with lobw boys, playing marbles and peg-top. Dick.> He is so full of spirits-so gay. 4 ANDY BLAKE. M/rs. B. I)oesn't he neglect his work? Dick. He is the sharpest lad in the printing-office where he is employed. JlJ<rs. B. He's a good-for-nothing bad boy. -Dick. He's the favorite of everybody..Mrs. B. Mr. Mulrooney says he'll come to a bad end. Dick Mr:- Mulrooney is an ass. lrs. B. He does not love his grandmother. Dick. He just worships you on both his knees, and you are an ungrateful old woman to say so. Mil/rs. B. Come and throw your two arms round my neck; come-no -don't. I'm not eighteen —I wish I was, that I might thank ye for the good word you give my Andy; bless you for it all the same. Dick. Don't listen to Old Mulrooney, he is a schoolmaster, and he thinks that boys were born to be thrashed. Mary. He hates Andy. [Shouts outside. Mrs. B. Bless my heart, now there's Andy; I'm sure-he's up to something; he'll be the death of me. Enter IGNATIUS MULROONEY, with a large umbrella. in Mul. Oh, the villain I Ah, the.young rascal! Dick. What's the matter, sir. Mlul. Hanging's the matter, sir. That boy will be found guilty of my murder, with malice prepense. jirs. B. What has he done, now. Aul. I was inr the poultry market, bargaining for a tur'key, ticketed "this fine turkey fifteen shillings," when I felt a slap on the back. I turned, and there was Andy, dodging away. Well, sir, in a minute after, such a shillibaloo as there was, all the market was laughing and hooting at me.'- I'll bid nine-and-six for you," says one; "'you're tough, maybe," says another;' are you home-fed." says a third-till I lost my temper, and run for it, with all the rabble at my tail. It was Andy's doing, I know it was. [Turns, and on his back is a ticket, w-wit these words-1: This fat goose, only ten- ndM- a MARY twitches it Lof iand cot- eal it. The-in-stant my back is turn; - that via is some mlIscniT; shall live to see him hunc. Mirs. B. Oh! Mr..Mulrooney-who could hang my Andy- M.cl. I could, ma'am, with pleasure, Xiirs. B. You are a brute. iMul. I wish I was, ma'am. It's only quadrupeds that are truly happy. They have no cares, no sorrows; they have no Andys amongst them, ma'am. WVhat's here [Sees portrait.] A portrait. Who's this 1 3Iary. (Cannot ye see It's grandnlamma. iul!. This3 Ha! ha! This daub, a picture of that old woman! Where's the wrinkles? Hid under the paint, I suppose! Dick. I hope, sir, it is only an agreeable likeness. Mlul. Acreeable! You mean flattering. This picture has a Grecian nose, while her's is a snub. WDick. Bear! 111u,. The real old Irish pug. No; sir; you are wrong, to paint an ANDY BLAKE. 5 old woman of seventy with a face of seventeen! If you paint a devil, never forget his tail. Dick. When you sit for your portrait, sir, I shall furnish you with that appendage. lifts. B. I don't care, so lone as Andy likes it. Bless his heart! It nmay be as ugly as you, Mr. Mulrooney, or as handsomne as my Andy himrself, but so long as it brings me to his mind, that's enoufih for me. gla. There it is! You spoil himl-you ruin him I've taurht boys. I've reared the young idea; I know the breed. Believe nme, the tree of knowledge was a birch; and acting on that conviction, whenever I wished to impress my Iessons on the heads of boys. I always illustrated them with wood-cuts on the other extremities. Cllitates wlti p in7g. M1rs. B. I would not lay a finger on Andy for a king omn. J'lfl. The first and only day he came to my school, I had him out to cane him well. I never felt so gratified. I had hardly raised my hand, when lie gave me what he calls his upper cut, and chin-chopper-that is, a simultaneous blow under the jaw, and another in that geographby of the stomach vulgarlv called;-the wind. 1(rs. B. Poor boy —he ran home quite distressed. and said, Oh! grandma, what do vou think I've done to -old Mull I've doubled him up! 3u1. Doubled me up! Yes, ma'am, and l'm not unfolded yet! [Crosses to r. H. corner. [ Crics without.] _Mary. W57 hat is that - Mlault What is it 1 It is Andy.. I'll stake my life, that imp is at the bottoin of it, whiatever it is. Enter ANDY, wet thl.rougo'h, D. in F. IMrs. B. Ah! Bless the boy! What's the matter. Andy. I'm wet through. Here, old Mull, lend us your nose, and iron me out. Mdul. I'd rather hang you out to dry, you rascal. MIrs. B Where have you been? Andy. I've been in the.wet dockc, up to my neck. Mli. You'll be in aliotler dock-up to your neck, too-one of these days. Crosses to Pa~ c. Anzdy. Take that ould man and put him in a bottle, till hle's as I o.i~ Molly, darlint, loolk me out a dry suit. [MARY?runs out, L. n. D. IMrs B. He'll catch his death of cold. How did you get into the water, sir? Andy. I jumped in, to save a duck from drowning. [ANnY takes off his wet handkerchief. An)(dy. Arrah. who's talkin' of pbvhs -]'. ilul. Bulton denies that a duck-can drown. Andy. WAho's Buffoon, whenl he's at home? Mal. He's dead long ago, ignoramus. Andy. Then how the divil could he deny that our duck didn't drownt. Ignoramus yerself. Ducks has altered their minds-sc has geese 6 ANDY BLAKE..Mzl. I should like to see a goose drown. Andy. Bedad, so would I. Jump into the dock wid a lookin' glass, and we'll both be satisfied. [MARY Ceturns wilh a blouse, L. 1. D —ANDY slips his wet handker11M]ul. Mrs. Blake, ma'am, your grandson will die on the devil's fishingrod, nma'anm, that's the gallows. Mary. Come, AndyAndy. [Puino out a peashooter. 1 Where's my pop? Ho! —I say, Mr. Dick, I'll lay you two to one, in kidney potatoes, I hit his nose, first shot. [Puts a pea in h. Dick. No, no! Andy. [At lhe door. Hay! [MULROONEY turns. JMul. Ehb Andy. Phoo! [Blows a ea at him. iulv. Oh! Holls hos nose ANDY runs out.] Why wasn't - or an Ingin-a red ngi — %at migh t hlng upE his scalp in my cabin like a fly-catcher; but I'll see him hung. I'll be up at eight in the morning, and I'll see him dancing on the tight rope. [MARY _seaks aside with DcmK. Mrs. B. Mr. Mulrooney, boys will be boys. Mul. Yes, madam, but they needn't be bull terriers, to worry the heels of Christians; but no.. matter, he'll keep. It's another matter brings me here to-day. I've great news for that darling good girl, Mary —Mary, my little shamrock, come here to me. I've that to tell you, will bring the flowers upon your cheek and the dew into your eye. Mary, you are an honest, modest girl, and a friend of mine, Michael Lanagan, wid ~500 a year and an elegant jaunting-car, will make Mrs. Lanagan of you, if you'll only say the word. Mike is a substantial man. Mrs. B. And an elegant jaunting-car. Mary. He's old enough to be my father. Miul.'Tisn't age, Mary, it's fat that disguises him. Mrs. B. Mary, dear, don't be prejudiced. ~ iVr. Lanagan bears a high cijaracter., Mul. He's-chokin' with good qualities, ma'am. Mary. But, I don't like him. Mrs B. I hated my husband when I married him; but it's wonderful what a thing habit is; I adored him at last, especially when he died. Mul. Let us take a quiet talk over it, ma'am, in the next room. Young girls is like young pigs, there's no driving them to marketK.N [CGrosses to R. H4. n.-Exeunt MULraOONEY and MRS. BLAKE, R. D. s;ary. Dick, dear Dick, v-at sliall we do?Dick. My dearest Mary, trust to me, I will never desert you! Are you not mine? Mfary. You coald not deceive me; but why postpone our mariiage? While my mother lived, we had the pension given to her as my father's widow; but, since her death, my earnings joined to those of Andy, are ANDY BLAKE. 7 our sole subsistence, how then can I avoid this proposal which would bring us wealth and comfort?. Dick. Mary, I cannot explain to you the obstacles which at present compel me to keep our love a secret; but, is there not in- that love security for its endurance and its truth'! Could.I njure you — do you doubt eue? J~ary. [EJra.cinc. hit..] No, no! I have. trusted you with more than my life, a-ilSt eleve you till death. Dick. Dearest! [Kisses her. Andy. [ILookiu in.l Ah! I caught you, did I Dick. An dy-tie devil! Good bye, Mary. rRuns off door in F. Andy. Stop —kiss her again —ha, ha!-hurroo? how he runsl t ere's action for you! What a pity he's not in shafts-if he can keep that up lhe's under three minutes. Bins to znd a top.'[ary. [Comes down R. Hi.] Oh! Andy, they want me to marry o Lanagal!- - - Andy. Arrah! is it the butcher?-What for ilry. Because lhe's a substantial man. Andy. 0 ho! Be the piper, he's that. Three hundred pounds averdupise, if he's an ounce. Arrah, what'ud you do. wid him? May be he's too big to take care of himself all at once. Them big men is always in their own way.' [Spins his top. Mu.fary. If I won't have him, wivil you stand by me? Andy. Like the nose on your face! Mary. And you'll be secret? Andy. 1'11 never blow it. AMary. Dear Andy, and-now tell me how did you get into the dockl Andy. Oh! l murdher! didn't I tell you l-I'd forgot it. You see, I was carrying prooks to press,-but stop, where's Mul' Mary. In the next room, speaking with m1other. Andy.. Oh! HRe ltts at chair across th,: door. Well, as I was saying, I was rattiin' along ebyrortobellorri ide, c wher e I heard a phillilleloo murdher-tare an ouns! and I sawra crowd o' people taring away for the bare life, so up I ran. Whoo! sis I, whose cat's got the measles 1 Mary. What was the matter'! Andy. " Oh, wenasthru! Ochone!" ses an old lady, "will nobody save him? will nobody save my child?" and, sure enough, there was a poor little boy struggling in the water below. Mfary. In the dock? Andy. Divil a ha'porth else, and there was the people runnin' one way and another-every way but the right Nway-screeching and axin' how the poor child got there. " Arrah! get out of the way," sis I,-I tuck a run at it, and in I went head fulst, like an Irishman; I cum up like a cork. loolked rounti, but the child had sunk. [Winds his top. Mlary. Oh! mercy. Andy. They hurrooed and pointed behind mne. Down I went again -caught the little villin this time by the scruff o' the neck, and had him ashore in a pig's whisper. XMary. Dear Andy! you saved him-and the grand lady, what did she do -— who was she! 8 JANDY BLAREi Andy. Arrah! how would I know? Mlary. And what did you get fir it _Andy. Bedad, I got wet. [Spins his top. utary. Kiss me, Andy, you're a noble boy,,whatever tlhey mllay say. Andy. rKisscs her T Tlhere; don' you wish it was Mr. Dick! I say, Mary, theres one tllng I don't like in your painter-he comles here in poor clothes, and passes.oftf for a workia' man —why, then, does he drive.about in a fine coach all day' lMary. Mr. Brown'! Andy. I don't think that's his real name-he's an officer. I've seen him in grand jerrimentals, ridin' about..Mar)y. AnhdY, are you sure Andy.'Well, hle denies it-and says he's somebody else. 12arLy. Oh.! you are mistaken. Enter Mi'ULPzOONEY, who stumbles over the Chair. Mul. M3urder! Oh, oh! A1ndy. VWhat's the matther, Sir, I hope ye hav'n't hurt —— your umbreila?.MAul I'll break it over your head, you villin. Andy. [Thireatening to spin his top.] Two to one, I peg your favorite corn. M1~l. Ahl! [Hops nd sks abot.j Mrs. Blake-Ma'am —will you -ah i rascal 7:~.Tle!Enter Mas. BLxAKE. Andy. Here's old Mull won't let me spin my top. Rul. You'll come by a bad end —mind what I tell ye. [M AR goes round Table, picks up Chair, a. H. Andy. I'll dance at your wae=,' r nthat. od-bye, ir... Jful. Good morning, Mrs. Blake. [MEit MULtZoo NEY, D. in rF. Andy. I-Iay rlo ooks in. The top of the mrni to Mrs. Mull [MULP.OONEY disappears. 2rrs. B. Andy, Andy,-you will bring me to sorrow andi disgrace, you bad boy, you will. Andy Al! —now —Granny-is it me 2./Irs B. You lazy, idle, unduti;ll, lhoy-you're-you'reAndly. Molly, darling, —give Granny her knittin' —she can never spake lhandy. if her hand hasn't somethling to hould on to. Mrs. B. Don't I spend my old eyesight in worlking socks for you?and there's Mary, always nmendin' your clothes. Andy. Iss, MIa'am —I'm a varabone entirely. M11rs. B \lWhere's 5our llewv cap that she bought you yesterday: A ndy. The new;.one. [Feels onh/s head] Oh, murdlher, I left it in the docl'' jIFrs, B. In the dock! and it cost five shillings. Ml7ary. Never minrd, grandmother, it was lost in saving the life of a poor child. An2idy. And sure I can go without one, granny, or make anotherhurroo! [Makes a cap of paper.] There's nothIlng like indipindince! ANDY BLAKE. 9 Here's.the thrue cap of liberty made out of the opinions of the press. [Jumps on a chair.] IRaise up tile white ov yer eyes, Mrs. Blake, and take a luk out o' that. Mfrs. B. Andy, aint you a plague instead of a comfort to me 1 And y. I am, mia'am. Mlrs. B'. And I'm sure it's not for want of tallkin' to you. Amndy. i'nl sure it's not, mna'ai. Mfrs. B. Is'it laflin' at your granny ye arce Andy. Did ye see me laf! Bi I'm as grave as a musthard pot. lMrs. B. Then listen to me. Andy —the timne is now come when you are old enouagh to be alken unto our counsels, and sit down like a man. [ANnY ti/,s oerr the chair-.] llh I bless the boy. _, I'm listenin'. Mlrs. B. Ali, Andy, will you never be a man — do you so soon forget the dying words of your poor father. AAndy. MIy father'! ilfrs. B. He fell in battle, and by his death he saved his Colonel's life. Do you forget this letter, Andy? —it has never quitted my breast since the day we received it. Read it, Andy.' She'hands AN)Y a letter. Andy. " My darling boy, a comrade is seatedl-y my esiaan-ddd writes this letter; foir I am dying, Imy poor Andy, and before you read this I shall be under the. sod, ald you will be fatherless. I have nothing to leave Vou but a name that dishonor has never toucled. Love those I leave behind me-love theil for me, Andy-work fobr theiim as I would have done-cherish your poor old granny-protect your sisterand remnellmber me. My last breath will be a prayer for you. God bless you-God bless you!. [ANI)Y knels beside Mas. BA]I,, and hides his ace in her dress. 1M rs. t An'VI, myd w -t Andyarg, don't - Anedy. lSobhi/.y. TI Iss, I will-I will; obr I didn't remember my poor father-and Ie',is xvatc-hini me-now-so he is-but I'll work, grannywill-there goes ivty top. I'I'lows it acr ] I'1 soon pass all the printers in the oftce-the master says can. I'll be overseer, wid double wages, and you shall have a silk gown-there goes my pay shooter. rws it awa. I'll p1lay no inore, but workI for you as father would have one'll be a nian, ganny —it's miighlty hard to do it all at once-but. lieu, lieu, heu! there nro the marbles S [Shotoers the marbles awayt. There, it's over now —kiss me. granny. Ici hrouos hmziseerf it er airnss.l I'm ofi now to work-kiss me, Maiy-oo' — bye-I'am off i [lRuzs o0t,. ~Mrs. B. [Wiing her eyes with her knitting. ] Whatdid you uake tihe boy cry for?-ve heartless creature. Mlaf'ry. Dear Andy-anld he was so fond of his playthi.ngs! MIrs. B. Give me his top, he'll want it again to-morrow, the darlin'.5TWhat did you go and show hiln that letter for?-isn't it enough that the boy is worked off' his two legs day and niight, to put bread in out mouths 3 Afary. Yes, indeed, granny-I was wrong - 10 AND YX BLA0,E. tras. B. Ye're never happy but when you're teazin' and fault-findin'; but you'll soon be married, and then we'll be happy, maybe. M.ary. Marrie&d.!.M.rs. B3. And settled. MIr. Lanagal, wid five hundred a-year, and a jaunting- car, will push Andy, and maybe he'll buy him a share in the pri)ti n g- ofliece.,ai.y. Don't ask ime to marry old Lanagan. granny. lirs. B. icafuse five hundred pounds a year! Arlary. I can't love hinm. Mrs. B. And a jauntincg car. Is it stark-starin', ravin' mad y'are? or is it as Mrs. ieulrooney says, that you are in love f a 1-Y. NJ ee' 1.1L13.'hat's it-you're in love with this young painter. Would ye throw yourself awayr on a painter?-only a painter,-.if he was even a painter and glazier iLse ifMaRry. [1 To Ily I wish he was. Mrs. 1,. Seie siow tleis youing man may be very honest-but he hasn't a shop, or any respectable sign of a livelihood about him. Mr. Mulrooney thinks he's a runaway convict. Mary. [l'io/lhoi/l.]iu7 I wisl hie was. M'lr-. B. So IPjl lti(eil himn his evening, that you are goen' to be married, and we wav;nt all the rooiii in the place here for courtship. iEnzter MULR,oo-NEvY, D. in F.!rull. I knew it-lie's caught at last! Oh, blessed day Mrs. Blake -Ma'am, I congratulate you. The villain is laid by the heels. Mi7rs. B. WhiolO'! who'I Mill. Who but Andy? He's in the hands of the police-and I hope he'll try his upper cuts and chinctroppers upon them. I hope so; that wili an giravate his case. la'ry. 3iy brother in custody 1 Muli!. I saw him ofL -- to the Lock-up. Mrls. B. WMi hat ihas he done! Jul. I-le was disecovered in the act of breaking into a jeweller's shop. Mrs B. Andy, a robber!-Oh! what'll be done to lhim?.lul Transportation for twenty-one years. I congratulate you;he'll be taught a useful trade-on the silent system. En.eCr ANDY. Q uckl'y hut'u'zobservec. f~rs.'B. Oh. mil noor boy-,my darlin'! Jiul. It's a great b!owa a nnmigltv bith blow entirely. Mar3. Gr:Oinay, it is im:1possible. Andy a thief'-a felon? Nono JU.11l. If he isn't-nmay as bir a blow fall on me. tANDY knocks his hat over hs ehyis.] Murdlher!-fire! —thieves!-fire i [Puts up his umbrella. Mrs. B. Ab! Antdy. ]lf?'y. l)ear Andy. Andy. Stop, till I rowl this spalpeen up wid a polthogue, that'll make a, holy show of him for all his life. ANDY BLAKE. 11 ~Mary. No, Andy, no. Andy. A thief am I?-a felon?-.let me at him. aul., No; hould himn in hard..Ars. B. Andy, Andy, — insist,-dy'e hear me. [MULt:OONEY is puri sued b11 ANDY.-NZuLIULOONEY holds up his umo r-ell/a to p7:ote7tc'7sinisf; t ast I escapes iodi? rooi, R. H. A/al. Hold him tigliht Mary. Andy. Accuse me of ieloiy' -make me out a thief! I'll murdher iim-if I spoil a mnarket. rExit MRs. ]LAKN afttr MuLRooNEv. Mlk1ary. \Vh y were you tak'en'by the police. Anidy. Oh,'twas nothin'.: As I walked along, I felt an odd marble in my pocket; I jerked it alway, and whip it went through a window. The polisman saw it, and tuck me, and sure enough I was bein' marclhed off to the lock-up, wheni a finie coach drove up, and out jumped your grand painter, Mr. Dick. Aifary. He l Andy, it is impossible! Adyil. He only whispered some words to the polisman, who immediately dropped me like a hot potatoe. Mr. Dick didn't think I overheard what lhe said, but I did. 7rtrary. Oh, Andy. Asidy. I-He said ~ "dyv name is Captain Richard Daly; I am the son of General Daly, of Daly Castle, and I will -be answerable fobr this boy;" with that he jumped into his carriage again, and drove awayso you see all his painting is a sham. Hollo —Maryy, —Mary darlifn' -- how pale you are. Mlry. Oh, I have been deceived. Anldy. You loved him. DM:RgY sits and cries, L. u.1 and he led you on, the sneaking villain. l-ary. No, Andy, he means me well —he will marry me —he has sM'worn it. Andy. Marry, marry you? Stop-didn't I see ihe name of Richard Daly in the newspaper this morning: tare an ouns, I did so. We print the paper, and I set up the article about him. Stop!-it's here. Rmus to the tIh)le and seatrches.] Where did I put it! —ho! Pulls his ca Hee itis; L-oksitier. it begins wid —' Marriage in Hiih ie i'" Ha, sure efi ook here! [Reads.1 "Alarriagre in High Life. -We understand, that Captain RihMard Daly, of the Inn,.skellen Dragoons, will soon lead to the altar, the only daughter and heiress of Lordl O'Malley." Mlary. Lost!-ruined! - Rneelinrr Andy. Mary! Mary asthore-oh, murther alivec-darlin'! spake to me. Mary. Andy, don't scorn me; don't look at me, I have disgraced our father's name! Andy. Hush! [Places hi:- hand on her mouth Oh, Mary, my sisther!-oh. don't spakeht e-wolr-hell hear ye. maybe! lfary. Do you not believe me, Andy, that he promsised-he swore to make -me his wife! Anrdy. Hush! here's granny-not a word. Oh, murther! if sho thought, it would break her heart entirely. 12 ANDY BLAKE. Enater MRS. BLAKIE and MULrOONEY, K. IH. D. 1Iul. Is he'peaceable? Andy. Oh, never fear, I'm w.athered down; hWipes hs eyes.f iss, indeed —Aside, to MaRY.] arrah, smile at it-laugJl7,-cushla. [Aloud I Mull, giv us your iand-tfix, ver not so bad afther all: there s worse men than ye-oh, be (lad, there is. Aside.] Granny's luking at ye, pluck up a smile, my jewel. Oh, my ieart is chokint me-so it is. Mul. Whvy what's the matter with the boy 1 I believe he's drunk. Andy. Iss-ha! ha!-it's drunk I am, but it's on salt wather! Hoo, hoo!-but it's a dhrinlk that has made a inan of me. Crosses to Ms. B., R._.1 Granny, good bye, darlin' —say a good word to Mary, she's in throuhle and sore-heartedl. f[Cosses to r. uI.-aside to MARY. Mary, I'm off to see MIr. Daly. W'his I-not an'or — [ ou —-Passing MARYx across to MRS. B.] There!-and now I'll run back to word.' -r77T.-ekaven bless you, Andy, in all you do..Andy. Heaven bless me! Oh, yes. May heaven bless me in what I'm goin' todo. [Drawilng out the letter.] Father, darlin'-father. aroon, are ye loolkin',down upon your poor Andy' [Reads ] Love your sister, and protect her, as I would do. [Kisses the let1ej.l I will, wid the blessin' of heav'n, I will. Good bye, granny,; mother, good bye-good bye, Mull. [Jtuns out. END OF ACT I. ACT 1I. SCENE I.-A richly furnished Saloon in GENERAL DALY'S House. Enter the GENERAL and LADY MOUNTJOY, R. H. 1 E. Gen. Ilady Mountjoy, I tell you, you are wrong. Lady M. General Daly, I tell you, I am' right. Gen. Now, look ye, sister. Mly son Dicli is four and twenty-i-;' has been for six years playing the dandy soldier in a crack regimrK~~.!a war breaks out in Turkey-I smell powder from here. Dick shall not skulk behind your petticoat, but fight, ma'amn, fight! Why, before I was his age, I had more bullet holes in my body than button holes in my uniform. Lady M. Is not he your only son? Gen. And ain't I his only father? W'hat's good for the goose is good for the gosling. I'll not have him molleycoddled. Lady' _l. He'll be coming back to us on a pair of wooden legs. Gen. So much the better, [Crosses to n.] then he'll never have the gout. If I had been lucky enough to lose mine, what a blessing it would have been to my temper. Oh! here he is. Enter DICK, ils Uniforin, c D. Dick. Good morning, General. Ah! Aunt, I am glad to see you. Gcn. Don't let me diminish your satisfaction by sharing its — Lady M. Stay, General, my nephew shall decide between us. ANDY BLAXE. 13 Gen. Done! If he's a Daly., and my son. I'll answer for him. Lady IM. Richard, you have to choose. Will you accept a commission in the 88thl or the lland of Arabella O'Maaliey. )ic.et__~ ~t51 ween a commissioniln t e'1iclk. Or, the hand of ArabellaLady M En route for matrimony, my boy. Gen. Yes, and lots of fighting. Aha, I lhad her there! Ha. ha! Di'ck. Could vour son hesitate [Crosses to.] I accept the cmmission. Gei. Beaten into toothpicks! Horse, foot, and artillery. rcosses to c._ Lady Ai. I confess it. I gave him credit for better faste. Gecn. Come, I won't crow over you. The reginlent sails in a month. There's plenty of time fi).r hirm to marry and settle, and Ie off — )ick. Marry! —But, sir, I have no desire to marry. Gen. More shame for You. Betire I was your aye. I would have married fifty wives, if the law hadn't a prejudice afrainst'it. Dick. But you have often told me that a married man made a bad soldier. Gen.. The Dalys are an exception-fighting is their element-look at your aunt. marriage didn't spil her, ask her husband. Lady Mll. General, you are a bear I Gen. Your ladyship is my sister! Lady Ill. C(ome, Richard, let us leave him, Crosses to. c.-~ the gout has not left a trace of the civilized beirm in himn. Gcn. Go along. Dick, tbut remember. sir, the O'Mallevs are noble and rich, you marry next Monday, and on that day three weeks you sail for the wars; let ime see that you' distinguish yourself in both capacities. -Dick. But, sirGen. Silence in the ranks! —Discipline. damme! —righb abolt-left foot for'ard-quick march! [Exeunt LADY M. and DicK, R. Hi. D.] There, that's my systeim; obedience and sieince.It's part ofny infallible remedy for the gout. - o contradiction —I'd like to hear the voice raised when I saive an order. Andz. rOutside.] I tell you IT'will. Serf. [Outsid.] You can't go up, sir. Andy. -L'Ri] i: Hould off your hands. Serv. It s impossible. Ge'. \ hat's this uproar: Enter ANDY and SERVANT, C. D. How, now-,how lnow.:'What boy is this? e.. Ge What's the nmeaning of this what d'ye want. Andy. JiDral Daly, iv ye plaze, sir. 14 ANDY BLAKE. Gen. I'm General Daly. Andy. I've a word to say to yer honor. Gen. Well, out with it. Andy. -P,L'' Iess. Andy. It-it is-sorra come to me, jinral, but it's bad news, and about your own son. Gen. I-Ia — go on. and remember I am his father. Andy. -I'm sorry for it, sir; but that's no fault o' mine, is it, jinral? If he wasn't your son, d'ye-know, I'd call him the biggest blackguard that ever spoiled a dacent name. Gcn. Explain yourself. [Aside.] I fear that rascal, Dick, has got into some love-scrape-there's a girl at the bottom of this-I feel it. [Sits.. Andy. Ye see, jinral, I live in a little cottage, bayant near Dollymount, widl the ould granny and a colleen, my sisther, that is. We wor as happy as bugs in a rug, #ill the day a young painter darkened our dure-he was a stranger and the wellkim was his. Oh, jinral, when St. Pathrick dhrove all the crapin things out of Ireland, lhe left one sarpint behind him, and that was your son. Gcn. What has my son to do with all this? Andy.'Wasn't he the painter, under a sham name 1 He said he was poor, and so we opened oui hearts to him, and we said, take all we have to give-that is, our love; but he didn't come to share-he came to rob; he didn't want our love-he wanted our ruination. Gen. If injury has been done you, Dick shall atone for it. Andy. If you knew how we loved him. Granny loved him like her own boy; and I loved him, and Mary! —oh, poor Mary loved him too well-she trusted his promises. Gen. This is the fruit of his aunt's dandifying education-this is highlife morality. I knew there was something under his infernal pipeclay sobriety lately. He never came home drunk in his life-no, that's bad taste, and *Dick's a fine gentleman, but he'll poison the happiness of an honest family, like a sneaking son of centipede-that's good taste, and a fine after-dinner anecdote. Andy Whoo! jinral, the Dalys is a grate family, intirely-the rale ould stock. Gen. Return to your sister, and say that I will see-her-righted. Andy.'I knew it-iss, sir. Gen. My son shall make her a handsome allowance. Andy. Money! Gen.'What would you have 1 _Anzdy. Don't be angry, jinral. I'd ask you one thing. When a soldier disguises himself, and steals, unbeknown into a furrin camp, to,rrm ou.kt, s.. thofe th pAe there,;,o~ ~'4,~, Fyhat's done to hirf ei e's caught - Gert. He's a spy, and his life is forfeit. Andy. Well, then, my father was a soldier-his house was his camp ANDY BLAKE. 15 your son a soldier, too, stole, unbeknown, and in disguise into our house, to steal our sacrets, to ruin us! Is not his life forfeit to my sister? Gen. His life! -.. [Rises. Andy. Let' him marry her-he gave his word-if he's a gentleman, he has but one-let him take it up-he pledged his honor-if he's a soldier, what'll hie do without it l Gen... My. son marry your sister! RLe-enter LADY MOUNTJOY, R. H. D.1 0h! here's his aunt. So, your ladyship rived just i tim=e. Your hopeful nephew, ma'am, has been distinguishing himself finely, thanks to your fashionable principles. Andy. [sde. Why, sure I've seen that lady before! Lady Il. WhIat's the matter? Gen. The matter is, that your nephew is a rascal-he's a scurvy viIlain, ma'am. Hie has ruined an innocent young girl, whose love he gained under an assumed name. Lady Jir. Well, General, there's no need to make such a noise about it. -tichard will behave as a gentleman would do under the circumnstances. Who is the young person AAndy. She is n'iy sister. Lady I1l. Ah! eosss to. of a person in the lower ranks. I thought Itichard had better taste. Andy. Thrue for you, ma'am; if he had done it amongst you in the upper ranks, he'd have shown betther taste, and there'd have been less noise about it, maybe. Lady -il And what does this little man want? Gen. He wants Dick to marry his sister. Lady 1I. Ha! ha! ha t that is too good! Ha! ha! marry a nameless beggar........ Andy. [beggla angr/. Iss, indeed, it's mighty droll: a fine.gentleman brings ruin and disgrace on poor humble folks-ho! ho! it's a great jokle entirely-he robs them, and there's no law to protect the only property of the poor-their good name-how good that is-he! he l Then the old woman may die broken-hearted-who knows or cares how she dies? The girl may pine and wither-she's poor and nobody will be any the wiser-ha! ha! The rich must. have their pleasures, and the poor must pay for'em-ha! ha! ha!-oh, I11 choke wid laughin'. [Bursts into ohysterical tears. Gen. Lady Mountjoy, your nephew is no s i This boy is right-he has pledged his.word. Lady AI. Thinlt of our family! Andy. Oh, yes! but I didn't think of my family when I jumped into the dock this morning to save your child's life. La'dy lT.. You!'Twas you who saved my darling —my only child 3 Gen. Brave boy! The newspapers already are full of the noble deed. Lady lI. And I advertised a.reward for you-why have you not claimed it. Andy. Arrab, if a Newfoundland dog had been in my place, he would ha' done it, and divil a word would ha'.been said; and d'ye think he'd have come scratchin' at your door for your reward 3 Goes G op 10 -ANKDY BLAKE,. Gen. Now, sister, what d'ye say?-you are dumbfounded. Look ye, my little man, go hring your sister here. Antdy. [C, mes down c. That will I, sir-she's not far off; and when you' see lher,:ithe eart o)t'you will melt into your eves. But. ginral, dear, spake kindly to her —don't put on ver jerrimental face-sIla's a tender creature. God btless ye —give her the good word, and the soft loolc. I'll be wid ye in a mintite. [R.s oult, c. D. Gen. Siste', xihat's to. be dine l Dick's a scoundrel an internal rascal! I don't know if' I make myself clearly understood. Lady lVI. Calm yourself, General, for heaven's sake! Gcn. Reparation shall be made. Lady ll. The gout has got into your temper. Gen. It hasn't got into my heart, nor into my conscience. I'm a soldier every inch of me. My son bears my name, and shall not dishonor it. 1To, by- rntr IDCK, C. D.] Oh you are here-you are here i —and with that pip-e-c`lay ace!Spak, rascal, what is this that I have heardl' You have deceived —ruined a defenceless girl' Dick General - Gen. You lie. sir, you dlid You changed your name to do this dirty work I I thankl you for the respect you showed to mine: you pledg(ed your word to nmarry the poiori child; and then betrayed her. [Goes up to him. Captain Daly, you are a coward! Dc. c cow7 a 5! ard Gcn. Ay, a court-martial can't break you, but I, your father, tell you tnat you lhave disgraced the rmtier that bore you, and the queen, whlose uniform you wear. These are the marks of honor-they are not fit foi -you. He lears th Eazulettes fron RICHARnD's shoulders, and throws them DiT. Ah! this is too muc h! Geiu. Silence! Lady 1M. Richard, leave your father; he is mad. Come-come with me. J)ick. Oh. lie shall repent this usage. ]E[it. Lacly M. Brother. you are a polar bear. You will drive him frantltcyou horrible old rhinoceros. I-Exit. after RCeA.Do, c. D. (Gen. I've brought on a- twinge of the gout. IHe sits down, a. f If hadn't tl.e tenper of an angel, they would have me in a-luatic asylum -in a week. Re-enter ANDY, C. Oh! you are hack again! Aid.' She's here. Whisht! She don't know that she is in your house, or sihe wvould not mave comle. Gen.'Vell. b1rinl, her in. Roueg.hly. Ady I will, sir G!ing. retrn.s_ But spake kindly, (in'iraTl. soft wolrd op)ens the lalta nd y e ve aa smile that's becomin' to ye. Gcn. Go along. sir. Andy. Speakin off. C) t L. n.] Come in, darlin-wipe your shoes, asthore-lss~-. ow, then, this way. ANDY BLARE. 17 Enter MI. cRY. aC. -i1ary. You told me I was to see a lady here. Andly. IWhisht she's out. Gen. Humph!-I thought so. Very pretty. Danmned scoundrel! Andly:-Gom-ear hlim. I-e's~hard o'hearing, and can't see vou. Gen. [Sharl Approach. She starts awa. Andy:- Std hr Ah, Gin'ral,' dont spake so rmougl-loer r sh isn't used to it.. Come, Mary dear, this is a ain'ral., rale gin'ral-the finest in Ireland, wid a heart as bir as the hill of Howth, an' a smile like the sunbeams on Dublin bay. [Aside to /im. l Smile a bit. Gen. I'm General Daly, the fither of that-rascal, Dick. Andy. FAside Whew! The cat's out of the barg. ileary. h, Andy! where have you brought inc e Andy. [Aside.j Don't trimble; I'm by your side. Never fear; he's only a man7 -tough he looks like a say-sarpint. Gee. Don't be friightened. I know all. My son is a scoundrel. ilary. No-no. [Crosses to GENERAL. Gee. I say he is. Sharply. Andy. Aide, Don't contradict him, jewel; heoiight to know"b-s-fT. Gen. IHe leceived you, and promised to marry you! Miary. Yes, sir. Gee. And why did he not keep his word? MlIary. He said that there was an insurmountable obstacle in the way. Andy. That was you, sir. You were the insurmountable obstacle. Gen. The profligate! He made mue to blame. And you love him still! Mary. No, I hate him-and I wish I were dead. C.i. Gen. Don't cry, my child: he shall be punished. I've done with him. I'll discard, disinherit him. l- axy. rkneeli7q hby his side.] No, no! not for me —for then he would hate me. Pard-on him. Gen. Poor chiild. She said she did not love him. This is an injured woman's hate-she can't harbor an unkind thought for her destroyer. But is it possible that you have no protector. Where is your father I Ahndy. He is dead, Sir. Gen. Dead? Andy. He died on the field of battle in India-at the field of Ghuznee. Gen. A'comrade-why, i commanded a regiment at that very battle, -I was a colonel then, and led the gallant eighty-eighth up to their knees in blood Andy. Tare an' ouns!-the eighty-eighth-the Connaugllt Rangers!'That was my father's corps. Gen. His name? [Rises a littlc. An4dy. The same as mine-'twas Andy Blake. Gen. Ah! [Talls back.] My own serjeant, who saved my life by sacrificing his'ow I stood liy his bedside as he bled to death.'Goodbye, General," said the brave fellow, "' if it wasn't for my poor children, 18 ANDY BLAKE. I'd die a happy man entirely, this day;" and as he stretched out his hand to sign a letter to his'son, which he had just dictated to a comrade, he fell back-a corpse. Andy. And here's that letter-unsigned-as he left it. Grives the GENERAL the -Letter. Gen. The same-the same. Come to my heart, mycilren'-mine God bless you [He embraces them. e-entter LADY MOUNTJOY, C. D. —Comnes dbown L. H. Lady.3. Well, General, I've arranged all our difficulties. The unhappy young girl shall live jinmy establishment. I have found a place for herGen. And so have I —on my heart-for while a roof-is over me, by the great Iron Duke, she shall share it. Andy. Hurroo! This is a great day for Ireland. Enter DIcK. DALY, c. D. Dick. I come, Sir, to —— Mary I Gen. [Crosses to c.] Miss Blake, Sir; nofie of you damned familiarity undermyy roof. This lady is mistress here-for the future-she is my adopted child. Her father shed his blood to save your father's life-be died, and here is his legacy. Dick. I did not require this news to prompt me how I ought to act. I have resigned my commission in the Guards, and now, as a common volunteer my name is enrolled in the next regiment that sails for the Turkish war. Gen. You have-you-[p r!essing' his delight.]-you have my consent —begone- ~ Lady l. What do I hear? My nephew a common soldier Dick. She whom I love is not now beneath me in rank-and I can offer her my hand. Gcn. Stop.-Matters have changed —iMiss Blake will inherit a giet share of my property; you have not a brass farthing-she is mistress of my house; and you, as your aunt says, you are a common soldierwhat will Miss Blake's family say to this. Andy. I'm her family. and have no vulgar prejudices. Pushing MxRY across to pipc.1 I give my consent..-t n.-l -i-, Dick, and restore to the name you bear, the brightness that never was clouded till this day. [DIcK embraces MARY, and retires back. Lady M. I suppose I must submit. She's pretty, and we must make the best of it. [Joins DICK and MARY.-ANDY crosses to L. H. Gen. lA..And now, my boy, what can I do for you? Andy?/. Me He! he! WVell, Jinral, if you'd-he! he! only let me-if you would-i'd like to-he!-I don't know —how to-to-ax you. Gen. Out with it-what d'ye want'. Andy. I, I, I, want to throw my arms aboutyour old neck, and give you a kiss. Gen. Come! [ANDY runs aend embraces him. ANDY BLAKE. 19 Andy. Oh, Jinral! it's the light heart you have put into me this day, and I feel at this minute as if I could die for you as my father did-no matther-sure I've made everybody happy, and that's all I want. rTo the Audice s] I have made you happy-if 1 have, why, when you go hlome, and spake of me-arrah! smooth over the faults of a poor Irish boy, and say a pleasant kind word about ANDY BLAKE. THE END. to Washipngton, arnd then to Philadellphlia. She \was enaganed to apal)la a.t the Ch1estnut Strectt Theati e, tlien i;t its last stage of decay. But fromn hei it Lained new life; once more thousands thronlled its oil porches and shook its roof with their thunders of applause. She gave an extelsioll of' life to the Chestnut. From then-ce she visited Chicago, Buffalo, Louisville, Citnl.ennati, and St. Louis. At New Oileans, in 1655, she appeared as " Violet," in THE LIFE OF AN ACTRESS, A PLAY, IN FIVE5 ACTS, BY DION BOUJI( ICAULT. We need give no descli]tion of this work. The wvhole press of the Unlited States has recorded its merits; There was no dissentient voice. It is whllat the NV Y. D.aily Times and Herald jl'onoulnced it to be, " The greatest dramatic effort of our age, a~nd had the author never written but this one pllay, he would have entitleds himself to a high place amongst the dramatists of the world." Arnonlst the works dedicated by Mr. Bourcicault to \Miss Robertson, and which she perlforis wiith her oAwli exquisite grace, are THE CAT CI0ANGED INTO A WOMAN, A PIECE OF NATURAL MAiGTC, IN ONE, -ACT, BY DION BOURCICAUi1T, AND THE CHABIELEON, A MUSICAI, INTERLUDE, IN ONE ACT, BY THE SAME AUTHuOR. In the Summer of 1856, Mr. Stuart proposed to take Wallack's'Theatre, in New York, if Miss Rol)ertsou would support his enterprise. A small, but effi-. cient company was engaged, and under the advice and direction of Mir. BouRCICAULT, the theatre was opened -on July 1st, with THE PHIANTOM, A LEGENDARY DRAMA IN TWO ACTS, BY DION BOURCICAULT. In one week the success of the enterprise was established, and although opposed by the greatest attractions at other theatres-Burton, the Ravels, the Bowery, and a host of entertainments-the theatre was crowded to excess, and the enterprise netted ten thousand dollars in a run of eleven weeks, unparalleled in the history of the New York stage. Still the attraction of Miiss Robertson was paramount, and Mir. Bulrton secured her for his new theatre. She appeared in all her favorite characters, and amongst others in BLUEBELLE, A FAIRY TALE, IN TI1O ACTS, BY DION BOURCICAULT. This is one of the sweetest creations of her genius; it is not second to her "Young Actiress." THE ABOVE WORKS ARE PUBLISHED BY lk~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~l r P~~~~~IP