Entered, according to Act of Conf?resfl, in the year 1873 by George M. Baker, in the Office of the Librariaa of Congress, at Wasluncton. za:Ja<:hGQobbs. A Farce in One Act. JJ. J. M. j"\lorton. 5 Male, 2 P>male characters. 12. The l>aMgliter of tlie Regi- ment. A Drama in Two Acts. By 10. Edward Fitzball. characters. (5 Male, 2 Female 13. C) ^ Annt Charlotte's Maid. A Farce in One Act. By J. 31. 3Iorton. 3Iale, 3 Female characters. 14. Brother Bill and Me. A Farce in One Act. By W. E. Suter. 4 3Iale, 3 Female characters. 15. Done on Both Sides. A Farce in One Act. By .1. 31. 3Iorton. 3Iale, 2 Female characters. je. "Onndncketty's Picnic. A Farce in One Act. By T. .J. Williams. 6 3Iale, 3 Female characiers. 17. I've written to Browne. A Farce - in One Act. By T. J. Williams. 4 Male, 3 Female characters. 18. ILending alland. A Farce in One Act. By Ki. A. A'Beeket. 3 31 ak- 2 bemale characters. 19. My Precious Betsy. A Farce in One Act. By J. 31. 31orton, 4 3Iale, 4 Female characters. 20. MyTnrnlVext. A Farce in One Act. By T. J. Williams. 4 31ale, 3 Fe male characters. 21. IVine Points of the Law. A Com- edy in One Act. By Tom Taylor. 4 3Iale, 3 Female diaracters. 22. The Phantom Breakfast. A Farce in Ono Act. By Charles Sel- by. 3 3Iale, 2 Female characters. 23. Dandelions Bodges. A Farce in One Act. Bv T. J. Williams. 4 3Iale, 2 Female characters. 24. A Slice of I^nck. A Farce in One Act. By J. 31. 3Iorton. 4 3Iale, 2 Female characters. 25. Always Intended. A Comedy in One Act. By Horace Wigan. 3 3Iale. 3 Female characters. 26. A Biill in a China Shop. A Com- edy in Two Acts. By Charles Slat- thews. 6 Male, 4 Female characters. 27. Another Glass. A Drama in One Act. By Thomas 3Iorton. 6 Male, 3 Female characters. 28. Bowled Out, A Farce in One Act. By H. T. Craven. 4 Male, 3 Female characters. 29. Cousin Tom. A Commedietta in One Act. By George Roberts. 3 3Iale, 2 Female characters. .30. Sarali's Young Man. A Farce in One Act. By \V. E. Suter. 3 3Iale, 3 Female characters. 31. Hit Him, He has IVo Friends. A Farce in One Act. By E. Yates and N. H. Harrington. 7 3Iale, 3 Female characters. 32. The Christening. A Farce in One Act. By J. B. Buckstone. 5 3Iale, 6 Female characters. 33. A Race for a Widow. A Farce in One Act. By Thomas J. Wil- liams. 5 3Ialej 4 Female characters. 34. Tour liife's in Banger. A Farce in One Act. By J.M. 3Iorton. 3 3Iale, 3 Female characters. 35. True unto Beath. A Drama in Two Acts. By .1. Sheridan Knowles. G 3Iale, 2 Femalo characters. Q ■! o .C)nr/OvQCOCOOkQCOOOt)OOOaOOOOQ'DOO^OOLXOQQOOOO ' GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. / Ji Farc^, BY THE AUTHOB OF "Sj'lvla's Soldier," •' Once on a Time," " Down by the Sea," " The Last Loaf," " Bread on the Waters," " Stand by the Flag," " The Tempter," " A Drop top Much," " We're all Teetotalers," "A Little more Cider," " Thirty Minutes for Refreshments," " Wanted, a Male Cook," "A Sea of Troubles," " Freedom of the Press," " A Close Shave," " The Great Elixir," " The Man with the Demijohn,"'" Humors of the Strike," " New Brooms sweep Clean," " My Uncle the Captain," " The Greatest Plague in Life," " No Cure, no Pay," " The Grecian Bend," " War of the >^ . ,- Hoses," " Lightheart's •A - Pilgrimage," " The Sculptor's Triumph," "Too Late for the Train," " Snow-Bound," " The Ped- dler of Very Nice,''' " Bonbons," " Capuletta," " An Original Idea," " My Brother's Keeper," " Among the Breakers," "The Boston Dip," " The ])uchess of Dublin," "A Tender Attachment," " Gentlemen of the Jury," " A Public Benefactor," "The Thief of Time,' "The Hypochondriac," "The Runaways," "Coals of Fire," "The Rod Chignon," " Using the Weed," " A Love of a Bonnet," " A Precious Pickle," " The Revolt of the Bees," "The Seven Ages," &c.,&c.,&c. BO STON: GEORGE M. BAKER & CO., 149 Washington Street. Entered. "according to Act of Congress, In the year 1873 by GEORGE M. BAKER, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington, Hand, A very, &* Fryc Printers, Boston, ^Q6V GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY, A FARCE. FOR MALE CHARACTERS ONLY. CHARACTERS. Peleg Precise, Foreman. Job Timorous, Jacob Doubtful, , Abel Strongfist, Jarvis Jolly, Solomon Snowball, Den- nis O'RouRKE, Nathan Short, Enos Paunch, Brazen Blower, Peter Punster; Simeon Slow, Jurors. Scene. — A Jury Room. Table., c, with paper, pens, ink, &c. Twelve chairs around stage. Enter from r. all the characters, in the order in which their names are written, single file, across Stage, and face Audience. Door at r. is slammed and locked. Timorous. Good gracious ! we're locked in ! (Bushes across stage to r.) Here, officer ! officer ! Slow {at extreme r., catching Timorous hy arm, and 171 172 GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. sw'mging him round). Stop that. It's all right, you know. Timorous. No, I don't. I'm afraid of fire — Punster {swinging him round to next man). What er that? Timorous. And subject to fits — Bloiuer {ditto). You're no /^ juror. Timorous. I must have air — Paunch {ditto). Where air you, now? Timorous. Or smother — Short {ditto). Take him to his mother. Timorous. What do you call this treatment? O'BourJce {ditto). The movement cure, bedad. Timorous. It's outrageous — Snowball {ditto). Da's a fac', da's a fac', honey. Timorous. Diabolical — Jolly {ditto). Ha, ha! now you go ag'in. Timorous. Infamous ! Strongfist {ditto). Move on, stupid. Timorous. I won't stand it. Doubtful {pushes him into chair). Then sit down. Precise {at table). Gentlemen, be seated. {All sit.) Before we discuss the case with which we have been in- trusted, perhaps we had better take a vote. Short. My idea exactly. O'Rourke. Begorra, let's take something cowld. Precise. We have been instructed to bring a verdict, " Guilty or not guilty." Please write your verdict. Here are slips of paper. {Passes them round. All write, some on the table, some on chairs ; Snowball writes his against the wall.) % GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. 173 O'Rourke {approaches Snowball). Whist! I say, d'ye write Guilty wid a G or a J ? Snowball. Ob course not. Write him wid a pencil — so. O'Rourhe. O, be jabbers ! It's yerself's a heathen — you ignoramus. Precise. Now, gentlemen, if you are ready. {Col- lects votes^ spreads them on table, and assorts.) Timorous. I want a glass of water — I'm faint. Strongfist. Shut up. Don't disturb the meeting. O'Rourke. Bedad, it's a glass eye ye'U be wantin' if yer do. Punster. PI is eye waters at the thought. Precise. Gentlemen, the vote stands, six *' Guilty," six *' Not guilty." Jolly. Hallo, a clean cut ! Short. Six mules in the crowd, certain. O'Eourke. A majority on both sides, d'ye mind. Snowball. Major who? Major who? Dar ain't no sogers here, hey, I ax you ? Precise. AVell, gentlemen, there's work before us ; and, that we may know each other, I propose that those who voted " guilty" take seats on the right, those who voted " not guilty," on the left. Short. Good. I'm for the right. Jolly. I feel decidedly (/M?'/^?/. Slozv. And so do 1. Strongfist. Rigiit face. March ! O'Rourke. Begorra, captain, I'll train in that com- pany. {They all pass to r. as they speak. Doubtful, Timorous, Snowball, Paunch, Punster, and Bloweb pass to L.) 174 GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. Punster. Though on the left, we're in the right. Paunch. Well, look here, I'm getting hungry. Ain't we going to have our dinner? Blower. You're always thinking of eating. Snowball. By golly, da's a fac'. Dat ar Mr. Punch hab an appetite like an earthquake. Paunch. Bah! what do you know about it? Well, wake me up when you're through. {Tips his chair hack against wall, throws his handkerchief over his face^ and falls asleep.) Snowhall. Dar, de old man gwine for Morphine. Precise. My vote was " Guilty," and of course I be- long with the party on the right. O'Rourke. Thrue for yez, honey ; and ye'll find it the party that's always right, jist. Snowhall. Hold yer hush, hold yer hush ! O'Bourke. Vat's that, ye heathen? I'd jist like to pound that thick pate till I had yer spachless — sol would. Begorra, ye'd cry Guilty then. Timorous. O, come, let's have peace. O'Bourke. Pace, is it? Ye've had a pace ^f my mind, oayhow. Precise. No quarrelling, gentlemen. The quicker we decide this case the better. The government has charged one Peter Popgun with an attempt to defraud the revenue of the manufacturer's tax on gunpowder. Its secret agents, suspecting said Popgun, made a descent upon his establishment, which is a country store, seized cer- tain articles, such as saltpetre, sulphur, and charcoal, which they found in a certain little back shop, said articles being, in their opinion, used by said Popgun GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. 175 in the manufacture of gunpowder. The said Popgun denies the manufacture of gunpowder, and sets up a. defence that the said articles are used by him in con- cocting a certain patent medicine, known as the " Med- ical Dead Shot." Evidence has been produced on both sides. We have been charged to bring in a verdict on the evidence alone. I am quite convinced, by the testimony, that said Popgun did manufacture gunpowder, and evade the tax. Still, I should like to hear a free expression of opinion. All (^jumping up). Mr. Foreman. Precise. Stop, stop. One at a time. All Yes, yes ; one at a time, Mr. Foreman. Precise. Stop, stop, I say. We can never settle it in this way. Strongest. Of course we can't. Let us six fight the other six. That will settle it. O'Rourke. True for yez. A fray fight. I'm wid yer. {^About to remove his coat.) Precise. Silence. There can be no fightins: here. You all want to speak. I will call upon each juror, giving both sides equal advantages of time and oppor- tunity. Is not that fair? All. Certainly. Of course. Go on. Go on. Precise. Very well. I will first call upon Mr. Tim- orous. Timorous (rising). Mr. Foreman, and gentlemen of the jury. {Very low.) I rise — I may say — yes, I rise — O'Rowrke. Louder. Strongfist. Speak up like a man. 176 ..GENTLEMEN OF THE JtJRT. Timorous. I said t— I rise — to say, if I may say — I rise to say — O'Rourke. O, be jabbers, you're all out to say. (T/ie jiarty on the l., with the exception of Paunch, rise indignantly.) Mr. Foreman, Mr. Foreman ! Precise {pounds on table). Silence! Order, gentle- men, order. Blower. Mr. Foreman, this attempt of the party on the right to intimidate the party on the left is unjust. Funster. Far from being righteous or courteous. Snowball. Am we jurors, or am we not jurors? lax you ? Precise. The interruption shall not occur again. Go on, Mr. Timorous. Timorous. If you please, Mr. Foreman, I only rose to say — that, if I might be allowed to say it — that — I've got nothing to say. . Party on right. Sham6 ! Humbug ! Put him out ! Precise. Order, gentlemen. — Have you no reason to give for your vote of " Not guilty"? Timorous. O, yes; lots. I voted "Guilty," no, " Not guilty," because — well, because — Popgun don't look like a man who would concoct such a sanguinary mixture as powder. He hasn't the air of a ruffian. His thoughts don't run in that explosive channel. I'm some- thing of a physiognomist. Snowball. Mahogany! What's dat? Timorous. A physiognomist. I judge by the face — Party on right. O, humbug ! Blower. Mr. Foreman, I protest this attempt to stifle the voice of Justice is a high-handed crime. . GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. l77 Snowhall. Yes, sar ; it's bigamy, kleptomania, arson. Precise. Order, gentlemen. — Go on, Mr. Timorous. Timorous. But then I haven't any particular opinion in the matter; and if you want me to change — Blower. Silieuce, traitor ! Snowball, Shut up yer tater trap. Punster. Suppose you sit, for a change. (Pulls him down to seat.) Timorous. Anything to oblige. - : Precise. Mr. Jolly. Jolly {rising). My turn, hey? Mr. Foreman, and gentlemen of the jury, — To make or not to make, that is the question. Whether 'tis better to let Popgun suffer The law's full penalty for mixing powder, Or to take arms against this awful tax, And by our verdict free him. Gentlemen, Popgun is a dangerous man. -I am for his annihilation. He is a second Guy Fawkes. Behind his shop are concealed those explosive materials destined to spread havoc and destruction in an innocent neighbor- hood. We might spare him if the possible destruction of a thousand or two of his immediate neighbors was the only consequence to be feared. But he's a sneak ; he dodges the tax. That we must not sutler. The medi- cine story won't do ; the dose is too lieavy ; it woti't stay on the stomach. That gun recoils upou Popgun, who is too heavily charged by the evidence to be dis- charged by this jury. (Sits.) Precise. Order, gentlemen. Mr. Doubtful. 12 178 GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. Snowball. No, sar, no, sar. I move we lay him onto de table, sinner die. O'Eourke. Die, is it, ye black sinner? Howld yer pate, or you'll die jist. Doubtful {rising). Mr. Foreman, and gentlemen of the jury, there's one p'int in this evidence I want cleared up. O'Bourke. Is it a pint of whiskey, I donno ? All. Order, order. O'Rourke. That's what I'd like to do, and drink it, too. Doubtful. If that air Popgun made gunpowder, why didn't somebody see him do it? Cause a man's got salt- petre in his house, and sulphur and charcoal, it doesn't foller that he's goiug to make gunpowder. I've got charcoal in my house — kindle the fire with it; sulphur to bleach with ; saltpetre for curing purposes. But no- body ever said I made gunpowder. It's rediculous. Popgun's got eggs in his store. Why don't you say he hatched them? (Sits.) Snowball. Da's a fac', da's a fac'. Second de mo- tion. All. Order, order. Precise. Mr. Strongfist. Slrongfist. Well, you're a pretty set of sneaks over there, you are. All. Order, order. Strongfist. O, I know what I'm about. I'd like to get in among you. I believe in justice. I believe in any man's having his say in this world ; but I don't believe in arguing about a matter that's as plain as the GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. 179 nose ou your face. The man made gunpowder, and sold it, didn't pay the tax, and you fellows over there know it. You're- a set of obstinate fools; and it's the duty of all loyal citizens to stand by the government and punish traitors. The government's been insulted by this contemptible Popgun, and you fellows on tjie left uphold him. Our duty is clear, to bring you to your senses. (Takes off coat.) So, come on. (Squares off.) O'Rourke. I'm wid yez. Fag a ballah ! Erin come unim. All. Order, order. Precise. Gentlemen, peace, I pray. Mr. Strongfist, your argument is very weak. Strongjist. Is it? Well, my fist is strong; let me try that. Precise. No, sir ; you will please be seated. Mr. Paunch. Snowball (shaking him). Here, Mr. Punch, Mr. Punch. Paunch. Hey? O, yes. Mr. Foreman, I've got precious little to say. I'm hungry ; I've had nothing to eat since morning. I was invited out to dinner at five o'clock with Alderman Cross. Fine leg of venison and native tomatoes, sliced, stewed, and broiled. The alder- man is a capital eater, weighs three hundred and fifty, and has the best hogs — Precise. Won't you confine yourself to the question, Mr. Paunch ? Paunch. O, yes. Hogshead of Madeira you ever tasted. It's capital. Then his cheeses ! Good gra- cious ! they're mighty — 180 GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. Precise. Mr. Paunch, Mr. Paunch ! Paunch. They're mighty fine. What did you say, sir? Precipe. Will you give your reasons for voting " Not guilty"? Paunch. Certainly. Stop. Did I vote " Not guilty"? I don't remember. It don't make any difference. Settle it as you please, only remember I must dine with Alder- man Cross at five. i^Slts and goes to sleep again.) Snoivball. Question, question ! We'll all dine with Cross, hey ! I ax you. Precise. Mr. Slow, you next. Sloiu. Hey? Yes. Well, I don't know. Popgun did make gunpowder, I guess, cause he had a little shop. {Pauses.) -Precise. Well, go on, Mr. Slow. Sloiv, Yes. AYell, he had a little shop, Popgun had, and he made somethin' in that shop ; and if he didn't make gunpowder, he made somethin' in that little shop that he didn't pay no tax onto. And so he's guilty er somethin' or other in that little shop. So long's he's caught, what's the odds, as long as you're happy. (Sits.) Snoivball. Doubted, doubted. All. Order. Precise. Mr. Blower. Blower (rises., flourishes his handkerchief, blows his nose, strikes an at/itude). M-r-r-r-r. Foreman, and genteelmfen of the jury, it is with spotitaueoiis emotion that I rise to addi-ess you. You, genteelmen, with me, have looked upon a touching scene to-day. We have seen an enlight- ened citizen of this great republic, which, like the light GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. 181 of yonder firmament, attracts the attention of the whole world. We have seen him dragged from the bosom of his family and placed at the bar, at the bar, gentlemen, there to answer to grave and serious charges. It is evi- dent that in the mysterious depths of that little back shop something has been concocted. The government says '' Powder ; " the defendant says "- Shot." Powder and shot! "Powder" or "shot," in this case. One pos- sesses the power to blow the human frame into infinites- imal particles ; the other cures all ills that flesh is heir to. Can we pauses and deliberate ? Look at that man, dragged from the bosom of his family ; his wife and chil- dren — Jolly. Beg your pardon, Blower. Popgun is single. Blmuer. Hey? Dragged from the paternal mansion. Hear the cry of the agonized and aged mother of the prisoner, as she stands upon the doorstep and screams, " My child ! Bring back my little Popgun ! " Jolly. Wrong again, Blower. He's neither father nor mother. Blower. Hey ! Poor orphan ! without a friend in the world ! Can we turn our backs upon him? No. Let us be merciful. Let us indorse his patent medicine, and carry from this room a verdict of Not guilty. Then shall the tears of the orphan be squelched in gratitude, and the blessings of future generations of Popguns fol- low us. O'Bourke. Begorra, that's a techiog appeal. Precise. Now, Mr. O'Rourke, your turn. O'Bourhe {rising). I ax yer pardon, judge, Mr. Fore- man, and gintlemen all. Wid the blood of forty ginera- 182 GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. tions of O'Rourkes a seethin' with patriotic emotion in me bosom, d'ye mind ; with faylings of gratitude for the fray gifts of life, liberty, 'and the pursuit of happiness, guaranteed by this moighty republic, which, as I look back into the future, is iver prisint in all its glory, d'ye mind. Could I be so base as to da.sh myself foreninst those illigant laws that crush the wake and guard the strong? By the grane sod of ould Ireland, niver ! If that thaif of the wurld, Popgun, has transgressed the law, let him swing. And what for would he be mixing saltpatre and — and — and brimstone, and — and char- coal, if not to blow up somebody. Medicine, is it? It's my opinion that we'd better bring in a verdict of Guilty, and liang him, wid a recommendation to mercy, pro- vided forty doses of his Medical Dead Shot bring him to life afther he's been dead and buried siven days. Thim's my verdict, judge. (Sits.) Jolly. That's a reviving verdict. Precise. Mr. Punster. Punster (rising). Mr. Foreman, and gentlemen of the jury, the party popularly known in this suit as Pop- gun is a small aiFair, but I do not wonder that he kicks against this attempt of the government to charge him with powder he never made. How would you like it yourselves, gentlemen? Imagine yourselves Popguns, and happy in the disposing of butter, cheese, and — and hairpins to a needy community. Upon a luckless occa- sion, you sell ten cents' worth of powder to a red-headed urchin on the eve of our glorious iudependence. The awful crime is repeated ; and, by the power of govern- ment, you innocent Popguns are incarcerated on a grave GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. 183 charge. You hear nothing but powder ; you are loaded with reproaches and powder ; it is rammed down your thioats, until, like Popgun, you burst with indignation. Have we not heard from the lips of competent wit- nesses the amazing power of his Dead Shot? An old man had suffered forty years with influenza ; the Dead Shot stopped it forever. An old lady, bent double with the rheumatism, was made straight by its power. A young mother, whose tender infant had wailed night after night, was loud in its p'raises. Gentlemen, this suit comes from the malice and jealousy of an envious rival. Gentlemen, this is a conspiracy. Let us clear Popgun of the charges under which he labors, by ap- plying the match of justice to his overloaded soul. Then will he go off triumphantly, scattering destruction among his enemies, and give a good report of our de- liberations. (Sits.) Snowhall {jumping up). See here, white folks, what's de use? what's de use? Precise. Mr. Snowball, you're out of order. All. Go on, Snowball. Fire away. Snowball. Mr. Foreman and gemblem. Of course it am. Why not? And, if not, wherefore? I ax you. If de blessed Constitution of dese ere United States ob America don't permit the humblest of her sex to choose de proper medicines for dar physical systems, wedder it be gunpowder of gunpowder tea, what's de use ob bein' citizens and ciiizenesses of dese here republic? I ax you. Who's Popgun? Am he, or am he not, a phusician? I ax you. I don't care what his moral perquisites be, wedder he vote de demicratic or de bobolitiou. Does 184 GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. he cure de squills which air am flesh to? I ax you. When dat ar old man, which my white brudder alluded to, had de influendways, did he stop his sneezin? I ax you. When dat ai* old woman hobble to him wid de rheumatics, did he straighten her out? I ax you. When dat ar baby squaked in its slumbers of midnight, did Popgun's Dead Shot fix it? 1 ax you. If so, and you find it so, — and I ax you to find it so, — you are forced to acquit Popgun as a medical dedical sturgen and phu- sician — ob course you am ; for don' de stolid phalanx of justice circumbend every man on Columbia's footstool, wedder black or white, male or female? and de aurora borealistic splendors of eternal vigilance abide in de scrutinized recesses of de enlightened jury-room? I ax you. O'Bourhe. Begorra ! send for an interpreter. Precise. Mr. Short. '''■ Short {comes down to table). It's my opinion, gentle- men, there's been a great deal of time and gas wasted in our deliberations. I've got very few words to say on this subject. Popgun manufactured an article which the governmeut said was gunpowder. Popgun deaies it. That is the question for us to decide. We were shown in the court-room a sample of this disputed article. It looked like gunpowder ; it smelt like gunpowder ; it felt like gunpowder. I took away, the box. Here it is. {Produces box.) Some of you tJiink it is not gunpowder. I propose to give it a practical test. {Places box on table, takes off cover, takes a match out of his focket.) Timorous. What ! You're not going to fire it off! Short. Don't be alarmed. There's only a pound or two. It can't do much damage. GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. l85 Stroiujfist. You'll blow us all up ! Jolly. The man's crazj. O'Rourlce. Begorra, there ! Aisy wid yer pranks. All. Stop him ! Stop him ! Short. Here she goes. {Draios match across table.) All. Help! Murder! Officer! Put him out, &c. (Timorous crawls under table ; Snowball jumps up into chair and makes frantic attempts to crawl tip the wall ; Doubtful rims into corner, pulls Paunch up to cover him ; Blower gets down and covers himself with a chair ; Precise stops his ears, and crouches in a corner ; Strong- Fist and Punster seize Short, one on each side; O'Rourke seizes Short by coat-tail behijid ; Jolly and Slow try to get behind each other.) Precise. Would you murder us? Strongfist, Blow us to pieces? O'^Rourhe. Call in the judge. Short. Let me go, I tell you. {Kicks 0*RouRKE, strikes Precise and Strongfist, and sends them to the floor.) O'Rourke. Fm kilt intirely. All. Help! Murder! Help! Short {holding the match). Now, gentlemen of the jury, here is a conviucing test. Shall I apply it, or are yo4i ready M'ith a verdict? All. No. Yes. Verdict. Verdict. Short. Gentlemen, what is your verdict, guilty or not guilty ? All. Guilty. Short. All right. Mr. Foreman, make out your papers. {Blows out match. All resume seats.) 186 GENTLEMEN OF THE JURY. Timorous. Well, I never bad such a scare in all my life. O'BourJcG. By me soul ! I say a wake a comia' for the last of the O'Rourkcs. Snowball. By golly, I'm all ob a hot chill in my back- bone. Precise {who has heen writing) . Gentlemen, listen to your verdict. " We find the defendant, Peleg Popgun, guilty." Jolly. " So say we, all of us." All. Ay. Ay. Short. Then there's no further use for this box of saw- dust, I suppose. All. Sawdust? Short. Exactly. You thought 'twas gunpowder. No matter. I saw I could throw dust iu your eyes with it. I can't say much for your argument. You're like all the rest of this universal Yankee nation — anxious to fasten your tongue tackle on to every question. There's a very plain case here, which might have been a very knotty one but for the sawdust, which has brought you to terms, and thus proved a better medicine than Pop- gun's celebrated Dead Shot. CURTAIN. Plays for Amateur Theatricals. BY GEORGE M. BAKER. Author of '^Amateur Dramas," " The Mimic Stage" " The Social Stage," &'c. DRAMAS. In Three Acts. My Brother's Keeper. 5 male, 3 female characters. 15c. In Two Acts. Among the Breakers. 6 male, 4 female characters. 15c. Sylvia's Soldier. 3 male, 2 female characters. 15c. Once on a Time. 4 male, 2 female characters. 15c. Down by the Sea. 6 male, 3 female characters. 15c. Bread on the Waters. 5 male, 3 female characters. 15c. *The Last Loaf. 5 male, 3 female characters. 15c. In One Act. Stand by the Flag. 5 male characters. 15c. *The Tempter. 3 male, i female character. 15c. COMEDIES AND FARCES. The Boston Dip. 4 male, 3 female characters. 15c. The Duchess OF Dublin. 6 male, 4 female characters. 15c. * We're all Teetotallers. 4 male, 2 female characters. 15c. * A Drop too Much. 4 male, 2 female characters. 15c. Thirty Minutes for Refreshments. 4 male, 3 female characters. 15c. *A Little More Cider. 5 male, 3 female characters. 15c. Male Characters Only. Gentlemen of the Jury. 12 characters. 15c. A Tender Attachment. 7 characters. 15c. The Thief of Time. 6 characters. 15c. The Hypochondriac. 5 characters. 15c. A Public Benefactor. 6 characters. 15c. •Temperance pieces. PLAYS FOR AMATEUR THEATRICALS. COMEDIES AND FAUCES ^continued). . The Runaways. 4 characters. 1.5c. Coals of Fire. 6 characters. 15c. Wanted, a Male Cook. 4 characters. 15c. A Sea of Troubles. 8 characters. 15c. Freedom of the Press. 8 characters. 15c. A Close Shave. 6 characters. 15c. The Great Elixir. 9 characters. 15c. ♦The Man with the Demijohn. 4 characters. 15c. Humors of the Strike. 8 characters. 15c. New Brooms Sweep Clean. 6 characters. 15c. My Uncle the Captain. 6 characters. 15c. Female Characters Only. The Red Chignon. 6 characters. 15c. Using. THE Weed. 7 characters. 15c. A Love of a Bonnet. 5 characters. 15c. A Precious Pickle. 6 characters. 15c. The Greatest Plague in Life. 8 characters. 15c. No Cure No Pay.. 7 characters. 15c. The Grecian Bend. 7 characters. 15c. ALLEGORIES, Arranged for Music and Tableaux. The Revolt of the Bees. 9 female characters. 15c. Lightheart's Pilgrimage. 8 female characters. 15c. The War of the Roses. 8 female characters. 15c. The Sculptor's Triumph, i male. 4 female charac- ters. 15c. MUSICAL and Drainatic Entertaintnents. The Seven Ages. A Tableau Entertainment. Numer- ous male and female characters. 15c. Too Late for the Train. 2 male characters. 15c. Snow-bound ; or, Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogene. 3 male, i female character. 25c. Bonbons ; or, The Paint- King. 3 male, i female char- acter. 25c. The Pedler of Very Nice. 7 male characters. 15c. An Original Idea, i male, i female character. 15c. Capuletta; or, Romeo and Juliet Restored. 3 male, I female character. 15c. * Temperance piece. C^ 36. c) I) O t) o iainond cut T>iamoiid. An In- terlude in One Act. Hy W. H. Mur- ray. 10 3Iale, 1 Female character. Xjook after Bro^vii. A Farce in One Act. By Georg-e A. Stuart, M. D. (i Male, 1 Female cliaracter. Monseigneitr. A Drama in Three Acts. I5y Tliomas Archer. 15 Male, 3 Female characters. A very pleasant Evening. A Farce in One Act. By W. E. Suter. 3 Male characters. Brother Ben. A Farce in One Act. By .J. M. Morton. 3 Male, 3 Female characters. Only a Clod. A Comic Drama in One Act, I?y J. P. Simpson. 4 Male, 1 Female character. Gaspardo tlie Gondolier. A Drama in Three Acts. By George Almar. 10 Male, 2 Female charac- ters. Sunshine through the Clouds. A Drama in One Act. By Slinj^sby Lawrence. 3 Male, 3 Female char- acters. I>on't Judge hy Appearances. A Farce in One Act. By J. M. Mor- ton, 3 Male, 2 Female characters. HTursey ChickAveed. A Farce in One Act, liy T, J. Williams. 4 Male, 2 Female characters, Mary Moo ; or, Which shall I Marry? A Farce in One Act. By W. E, Suter. 2 Male, 1 Female character. X^ast ]L