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Show ,DON QUIXOTE. By E. H. Sotherh. I. Romance is dead, and knights have had their day, Old Time now danroi to a soberc tune, No longer Strephon worships Phyllis shoon, The very Gods have fled this morto fray; Yet one heart owns fair Dulcinea's sway, nd bears her banner, praying at boon That he may dare the mbuntains o the moon. The filched stars before her feet to lay. J Here Don Quixote holds his forehead high, lis lance in rest, his oriflamme ur furl'd, lilting at windmills or 'gainst giantp hurl'd, Honor and Truth and Love his battle-cry, battle-cry, demanding only of a laughing world Gently to live and with- brive hear to die. Miss Eva Taylor at the Orpheum Next Week. II. "Visest of madmen, maddest of th wise! Ve would adventure where thy fades fa-des lead; Vhere knightly thought quickens to knightly deed. '7here thy defeat shames meaner tories. i Mid all men view ire's pea' through- thine eyes, , "Meld r,o,hteous sword when grief "a weakness pleul hen were this world from al1 ' charters freed, ' Ml mortis listed in thy high .e1" prise. ' 'Uiivptlc we would be to still 0 c'aro 'lur cot a castle, and our la-s r ouieen; pright. unconquered, unafraid, ' rene, 'indiucr God's poorest creatures brav nnd fair, ''V.pddln" a g'n'w over aU th'" mean. "' this be fol'y fol'v be nnr sao. In Collier's Weekly |