Our Theatricals.
The Countess. "Will this cruel war never end? Day after day I watch and wait, straining every nerve to catch the sound of the trumpet that will tell me of my warrior's return. But, hark! what is that I hear?"
[Stage direction.—"Trumpet faintly heard in distance." But we hadn't rehearsed that, and didn't explain the situation quite clearly to the local cornet-player who helped us on the night.
Master Jackey having seen a "professor" of posturing, has a private performance of his own in the nursery.
Mazeppa. "Again he urges on his wild career!!!"
