The old time songs were with much pleasure fraught,
When by gray-haired sires or sweet maidens sung;
The dialogs oft bursts of laughter brought,
As actors new their characters well flung.
And ne’er did foot lights play house Booths enfire
As wild applause did our young stars inspire.
No scroll of Prairie Gem would be complete
That not of Mrs. Jeffry’s actors told;
Or Cottrell’s pupils invincible and sweet,
That oft at bay contending lines did hold: