4 AHORSEI A HORSELi
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During Mr.. Kean's performance of Rich
ard the Third, recently at the Park The
atre, New York, says the N. o. Delta, a
green Ncrmonter, who was a stranger to
the mimic art, never having been at the
stre before, took a seat in the pit pretty
near the orchestra, and was observed to
watch the performance with absorbing in
terest. He neither joined in the applause
bestowed on the performers, nor in the hiss
Ies lavished on the ''supes," but silently and
admiring looked on at the play. He heard
the drums beat to arms at Bosworth field,
heard Richards soul stirring addres to his
army, and that of Richmond also-he saw
the onslaught and heard the clash of arms,
and still did he persevere in his silence,
when at length, Richard comes reeling in,
overcome almost by the loss OF blood and
the disasters of the day, cry ing out at the
top Of his voice.


"a horse! horse. my kingdom for a
horse.'


The Nermonter rose and sung out:


"Look here stranger, han't got no horse
bnt | have first rate bob-tail mare round
here at the stable as surc-footed crittef
as ever cantered, jest hold on there; Pm
blame if don't bring her to you right off,


The Nermonter as they say in critical
para lc', drought down the house,