ut should the worst suspicion of the scrupulous critic be true, and
this man should actually have taken his wife "for better or for worse,"
as on the bridal day--can this be holding out temptation, as alleged,
for women to be false to their husbands? Sure it would rather act as a
preservative. What woman of common understanding and common cowardice,
would dare to dishonour and forsake her husband, if she foresaw she was
ever likely to live with him again?

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

THE STRANGER _Mr. Kemble._
COUNT WINTERSEN _Mr. Barrymore._
BARON STEINFORT _Mr. Palmer._
MR. SOLOMON _Mr. Wewitzer._
PETER _Mr. Suett._
TOBIAS _Mr. Aickin._
FRANCIS _Mr. R. Palmer._
GEORGE _Mr. Webb._
COUNT'S SON (five years old) _Master Wells._
STRANGER'S SON (five years old) _Master Stokeley._

MRS. HALLER _Mrs. Siddons._
COUNTESS WINTERSEN _Mrs. Goodall._
CHARLOTTE _Miss Stuart._
ANNETTE _Mrs. Bland._
CLAUDINE _Miss Leake._
SUSAN _Mrs. Jones._
STRANGER'S DAUGHTER (four years old) _Miss Beton._

TENANTS, SERVANTS, DANCERS, &c.

_SCENE_,--_Germany_.

THE STRANGER.

ACT THE FIRST.

SCENE I.

_The Skirts of COUNT WINTERSEN'S Park.--The Park Gates in the
centre.--On one side a low Lodge, among the Trees.--On the other,
in the back ground, a Peasant's Hut._

_Enter PETER._

_Pet._ Pooh! pooh!--never tell me.--I'm a clever lad, for all father's
crying out every minute, "Peter," and "stupid Peter!" But I say, Peter
is not stupid, though father will always be so wise. First, I talk too
much; then I talk too little; and if I talk a bit to myself, he calls me
a driveller. Now, I like best to talk to myself; for I never contradict
myself, and I don't laugh at myself, as other folks do. That laughing is
often a plaguy teazing custom. To be sure, when Mrs. Haller laughs, one
can bear it well enough; there is a sweetness even in her reproof, that
somehow--But, lud! I had near forgot what I was sent about.--Yes, then
they would have laughed at me indeed.--[_Draws a green purse from his
pocket._]--I am to carry this money to old Tobi