The Drunkard; or, the Fallen Saved
Adapted by W.H. Smith
New York: WM. Taylor and Co.1850

SCENE V.Exterior of a beautiful cottage, L., Vines, entwined roses, &c.—The extreme of rural tranquil beauty.—Rustic table, with fruit, cake, &c., &c., L. Rustic chairs and benches.

Enter procession, R. U. E., of villagers.—EDWARD, MARY, MRS. WILSON,—Bridesman and Bridesmaid, &c., &c., —Bells ringing.—They enter, come down, R., to front, cross and up stage on L., singing chorus.

Hail, hail! happy pair!
Bells are ringing, sweet birds singing
Bright roses bringing—flowers flinging
Peace, purity, and happiness


  (L. C.) Dearest Mary, ah, now indeed my own; words are too poor, too weak to express the joy, the happiness that agitates my heart. Ah, dear, dear wife, may each propitious day that dawns upon thy future life, but add another flower to the rosy garland that now encircles thee.


  (L.) Thanks, Edward, my own loved husband, thy benison is echoed from my inmost heart. Ah, neighbor Johnson, many thanks for your kind rememberance of your pupils. My dear friends, your children, too, are here.


  (R.) Yes, my dear Mary, your happiness sheds its genial rays around old and young. Young man I was a witness at your father's wedding. May your life be like his—an existence marked by probity and honor, and your death as tranquil. Mrs. Wilson, I remember your sweet daughter, when but a child of nine years, and that seems only yesterday.


  Dear Patience, I am glad to see you too, and who is this, your brother? [Points to Sam, L. corner.


  (L.) No. An acquaintance, that—


  Yes. An acquaintance that—


  Oh, yes, I understand.

Mrs. W.

  My dearest children, the blessing of a bereaved heart, rest, like the dews of heaven, upon you. Come, neighbors, this is a festival of joy. Be happy, I entreat.


  Well, if there's anyone happier than Bill Dowton, I should like to know it, that's all. Come, lads and lasses, sing, dance, and be merry. [Dance—tableau.