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...away into the heart of night. A gay and motley party was emerging from a Cambridge villa, in which the mere carnal delights of dinner had been enlivened by a conversation upon love, Greek roots, and philosophy. Mashem was about to conceal himself in his long light ulster, when Miss Digge, in a low tone, which seemed to convey a subtle caress, invited him to stay and read Plato with her in the library...
...love-making will seem peculiar, even to readers of Miss Broughton. Take this for example, - start not, nervous reader; they are to be married in a few pages...
BOSTON THEATRE. - The "Ideal Pinafore" is still running to large houses. Miss Adelaide Phillips is very successful in the part of Buttercup, and sings the music with good effect. Mr. Fessenden, as Ralph Rackstraw, does not come up to Tom Karl, who took the part last spring, but nevertheless fills it satisfactorily. On the whole, it is, without doubt, the best representation of "Pinafore" that has been given in America. Bartley Campbell's new play of "My Partner," which has been very successful in New York, will shortly be produced. Next Monday evening, "Fatinitza" will be revived...
GAIETY THEATRE. - A company called "The Revellers" are appearing at this theatre this week in a piece by the name of "Trouble." Mr. Newcomb and Miss Davenport easily lead, both in singing and acting. The plot of the piece is somewhat slight, but there is plenty of fun as well as melody in it. Next week Tony Denier's Humpty Dumpty Troupe will appear here...
...WHEN you were a Freshman, did you make a fool of yourself?" asked a hopeful young friend who feels sure of getting into college, this his fourth time; this was in the new Gymnasium on Class Day. "Some five thousand times," I replied impressively, rushing off to Miss -- of Albany (Albany's population is, surely, chiefly pretty young ladies). The young wretch, after gorging himself with all the salads, rushed at me as I returned pensively from the Alban charms with the comprehensive interrogation, "How?" But I can't spend from now even until after the bed-hour of Beck...