ade with red paint. Position is, reclining on the rocks in the
foreground of the cave; the left side touches the rocks, the head
thrown back, and face exposed to the view of the audience. The right
hand grasps a small oar, while the left is stretched out at his side.
The eyes are closed, the feet crossed, and resting in the water.
Haidee and her friend are seen in the background. Both should be of
small figure and good features. Haidee should be quite pretty, and
costumed in a blue dress, black velvet waist, open in front, and laced
across with blue ribbons; sleeves long and flowing; a small crimson
apron, with bands of gold at the bottom; a black velvet belt around
the waist, with a showy pin in the centre; bows of pink ribbon
fastened with a small, showy pin at each shoulder; hair hanging in
curls; hat made of velvet, trimmed with gold bands and white feathers,
which should be placed jantily on the side of the head. Her position
is, standing on the rocks in the back of the cave, one hand raised so
as to shade her eyes, the other pointing to the body of Juan; the eyes
are fixed on the body, while the countenance expresses surprise; the
right foot must be placed twenty inches in front of the left, while
the body is inclined forward. The figure back of Haidee has on a
costume similar to that already described, but of less showy and
expensive material. She is standing five or six feet from Haidee, and
has her hands filled with shells, which she has gathered from the
shore. She is intently engaged in looking at her shells, and has not
yet seen Juan; her body is bent forward slightly, the expression of
the face denoting curiosity and thought. The light for this piece
should come from the front of the stage, and must be quite brilliant.
If a melodeon is used as an accompaniment to the piece, it should be
played to imitate the roaring of the ocean.

POVERTY.

The sun is bright and glad, but not for me;
My heart is dead to all but pain and sorrow;
No care nor hope have I in all I see,
Save from the fear that I may starve to-morrow.
Alas, for you, poor famishing, patient wife,
And pale-faced little ones! Your feeble cries
Torture my soul; worse than a blank is life
Beggared of all that makes that life a prize:
Yet one thing cheers me,--is not life the door
To that rich world where no one can be poor?

TUPPER.

Three Female and Two Male Figures.

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