To my sister, Mrs. Mary Hughes, who for years has been associated with several of the most notable presentations on the American stage and with many of the most prominent and talented of American players, both male and female.
"BILL OF THE PLAY"
[I.—Is all our company here?—Shakespeare]
[II.—What stories I'll tell when my sojerin' is o'er.—Lever]
[III.—Come all ye warmheart'd countrymen I pray you will draw near.—Old Ballad]
[IV.—Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of ground.—Shakespeare]
[V.—I would rather live in Bohemia than in any other land.—John Boyle O'Reilly]
[VI.—What strange things we see and what queer things we do.—Modern Song]
[VII.—He employs his fancy in his narrative and keep his recollections for his wit.—Richard Brindsley Sheridan]
[VIII.—Every one shall offer according to what he hath.—Deut.]
[IX.—One man in his time plays many parts.—Shakespeare]
[X.—Originality is nothing more than judicious imitation.—Voltaire]
[XI.—All places that the eye of heaven visits are happy havens.—Shakespeare]
[XII.—There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio.—Shakespeare]
[XIII.—Life is mostly froth and bubble.—The Hill]
[XIV.—Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time.—Shakespeare]
[XV.—Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.—Shakespeare]
[XVI.—A new way to pay old debts.]
[XVII.—The actors are at hand.—Shakespeare]
[XVIII.—Twinkle, twinkle little star.—Nursery Rhymes]
[XIX.—Experience is a great teacher—the events of life its chapters.—Sainte Beuve]
[XX.—I am not an imposter that proclaim myself against the level of my aim.—Shakespeare]
[XXI.—I'll view the town, peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings.—Shakespeare]
[XXII.—Is this world and all the life upon it a farce or vaudeville.—Geo. Elliott]
[XXIII.—All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players.—Shakespeare]
[XXIV.—There's nothing to be got nowadays, unless thou can'st fish for it.—Shakespeare]
[XXV.—Joy danced with Mirth, a gay fantastic crowd.—Collins]
[XXVI.—Say not "Good Night," but in some brighter clime bid me "Good Morning."—Barbauld]