TABLEAUX. VIVANTS. NO I. WASHINGTON'S DREAM OF LIBERTY. DESIGNED FOR A FOURTH OF JULY, OR WASHINGTON'S BIRTH-DAY SCHOOL CELEBRATION. BY P. A. FITZGERALD. Enter Box, in front of Curtain. PROLOGUE TO TABLEAU NO. I. Boy. When War, dread desolator, waves his blood-stained flag, Till Havoc howls to know her feast is made. To her, Carnage is beautiful. The agony-fraught groans Of dying men, whose hearts are growing cold, the shrieks, The tramp of wounded, rushing steeds, the clang Of clashing steel, the imprecations dire Of foes whose only thoughts are how to kill. The sound of blood-drops pattering, music is to her As such shall be thy fame. To thee in dreams Behold his vision! sons and daughters see (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. 1, 2, 3, 4, Girls in white, holding wreaths over Washington. J, Girl representing the Genius of Liberty—the cap of Liberty upon 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 liberty is won." DIALOGUE SPOKEN DURING TABLEAU NO. I. Genius of Liberty. We hail thee, Washington, Columbia's guardian! Be strong in heart, resolute in purpose, pure in thy aspirations! Then shall a world yield thee its acclamationsthen 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 Who fight to win the great, the priceless boon As honest freemen! The tyrant's minions gaze The hearts that beat beneath their worn attire. (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. Ofttimes we get British Officer. And is this the kind of food the country for which you are fighting furnishes you? Marion. This, sir, is a holyday meal. 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 Young men and women; stop sometimes for breath, |