Richard B. Sheridan

And he put together a company and we did three plays.

And one of the plays was a restoration drama by Richard Brinsley Sheridan

that had been adapted

and rewritten for the Old West by a wonderful playwright named Jim McClure.

you know... whether John Dickens really believed you know he might be the child of somebody else or whether he wanted to Lord Crewe for instance was one

suggestion Richard Brinsley Sheridan who was a regular visitor to the Crews and in fact the lover of Lady Crewe

Francis Anne Crewe and Sheridan had an affair I think about a decade and in the course of that period and his brother William Dickens are born but they're not until after Liam Dickens, the butler,

died.

Tailbearers are as bad as tailmakers.

Richard Sheridan.

What we talk about, not whom we talk about, is one of the ways we place principle above personality.

Before we gossip or find fault with others, wise members teach us to ask ourselves, is it true? Is it kind? Is telling it important to help someone's recovery? If we can't say yes to each question, we mustn't repeat it.

It was his first orchestral composition to have a major public hearing, though oddly enough, young Mr. Barber himself was not in attendance.

He was in Europe that summer, and so missed the premiere of his overture to The School for Scandal, a musical romp inspired by the 18th century English restoration comedy of the same name by Richard Sheridan.

Even before he had left the Curtis Institute of Music, where he pursued a triple major in piano composition and voice...

Samuel Barber had begun winning prizes that enabled him to study abroad.

The hour or longer, I know not, passed, and I made an attempt to wake Bob.

I might as well have striven to move Thropecroft Church He turned and plunged and kicked till at last I was forced to resort to a wet towel across his eyes He woke What's up? he asked The box All right, he said and got out of bed immediately Crash, smash went the water-jug which I had placed by the bedside to cold pig Master Bob with We both jumped into bed again and closed our eyes tightly as if in the profoundest slumber What a fool you are! I whispered under the bedclothes What did you put the water-jug in the way for? he replied Did you upset it? Yes Didn't you hear it trickling? Get up and wipe it, I said or it'll run through into the ceiling below Bob seized his shirt and the piece of carpet by our bedside and the drip, drip of the water ceased The noise had not aroused anybody so we slipped across the room to our door every board creaking as if asking Martha to come down and catch us We got out into the passage The spare bedroom was on the same floor so that we soon reached it The key was in the lock as usual but it was so tight that I could not turn it Let me try, whispered Bob and he turned it in a moment and we stood in the spare bedroom Where's the lucifers? I asked Haven't you got them? No Haven't you? I thought you had them in your pocket I haven't a pocket in my night-shirt, have I? said the aggravating Bob Haven't you brought the bit of candle either? I inquired No Where are they? In our room Why didn't you bring them with you? I forgot He had no forethought I'll go fetch them, he said I did not like to be left in the spare bedroom alone so I went and returned with him armed with the candle, matches, and chisel We closed the door Now, ladies and gentlemen said Bob who was for frivolous turn even at that eventful moment just a-going to begin and we lit the candle and there was the big black box in its accustomed corner the strap-buckle glistening in the light as if daring us to unfasten it the spare bed loomed white upon us like a ghost and every hole in the embroidery above its watchful fringe seemed like an eye upon us I felt cold all over particularly at the feet Now, Steve, go it said Bob Bob, I suggested let's toss up for it For what? To see who is to do it Do what? Open the it, I mean We haven't got any coppers Then let's pull hairs for it and we each pulled a hair out of our heads an invention of mine which we always adopted when straws and grass were not available Bob, having pulled out the shorter hair lost I held the candle while he unbuckled the strap as cool as an ostler Mind you don't make a noise I whispered Bob took the chisel I shut my eyes tight heard a slight sound All right from Bob and the deed was done The box was open A newspaper was spread upon the top of the contents We pulled it aside and the first thing we saw were three swords one long thin one with a dark blue steel handle and mountings one broader one with a white handle and a cold cross-hilt a short broad sword in a red gold scabbard which I knew at once to be of the sorts of sword used by the ancient Romans confound them Hurrah shouted Bob in a whisper as we each drew a weapon and waved it over our heads Think of finding three swords not one but three Robinson Crusoe was not more delighted when he discovered a bell of gunpowder on the wreck We continued our search The next thing we took out was a lot of garments tied up together in a sort of towel We opened the packet and found a tiger skin a white shirt with gold fringe at the ends no arms but brass ornaments all over it a pink undershirt and long stockings coming up to the waist three or four gold chains a pair of sandals ancient Romans a bird of paradise cut in half and a book of the play of Pizarro or the Spaniards in Peru by Brinsley Sheridan We next found a beautiful Turkish dress which we afterwards were told was the dress of Othello the Moor of Venice and a Scotch dress for Macbeth and a dress for the crooked-backed tyrant Richard III and Hamlet's dress all black and a hat to match exactly like the feathers on a hearse and a dagger and several other things needless to mention besides a lot of playbooks and half an old letter In the letter it said My dear sir I agree to your terms and we will if it will suit you commence on the seventeenth which will give us Monday Tuesday and Wednesday for Coventry Thursday and Friday for Worcester Thus leaving the Saturday for you at Birmingham if you can so arrange it.

With regard to...

And the letter said no more.

Richmond Sheridan.

Richard Sheridan.

What we talk about, not whom we talk about, is one of the ways that place principle above personalities.

I think that's really useful.

The next thing we took out was a lot of garments tied up together in a sort of towel.

We opened the packet and found a tiger skin, a white shirt with gold fringe at the ends, no arms but brass ornaments all over it, a pink undershirt and long stockings coming up to the waist, three or four gold chains, a pair of sandals, ancient Romans, a bird of paradise cut in half, and a book of the play of Pizarro or the Spaniards in Peru by Brinsley Sheridan.

We next found a beautiful Turkish dress, which we afterwards were told was the dress of Othello, the Moor of Venice, and a Scotch dress for Macbeth, and a dress for the crooked-backed tyrant Richard III, and Hamlet's dress, all black and a hat to match, exactly like the feathers on a hearse, and a dagger, and several other things needless to mention, besides a lot of playbooks and half an old letter.

In the letter it said, My dear sir, I agree to your terms, and we will, if it will suit you, commence on the 17th, which will give us Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday for Coventry, Thursday and Friday for Worcester, thus leaving the Saturday for you at Birmingham, if you can so arrange it.

The younger generation of educated men, who had been growing up while the war had been raging, and who had followed anxiously the failures of our armies, and had sympathized heartily in the attacks on the mismanagement of affairs, were almost to a man in opposition.

William Pitt, William Wilberforce, and Richard Brinsley Sheridan were all elected for the first time in the parliament of 1780, and all joined the opposition.

The common people had always been on the side of the colonists.

In the country during the winter of 1779 and 80, there were signs that even the landed gentry and the clergy were beginning to desert the banner of the court.

And, uh, uh, in the old days, you could sit at tables and have dinner and watch a performance.

And I recall, for example, uh, The School for Scandal by, uh, Richard Brinsley, uh, Sheridan really was a masterpiece.

It was, um, all about gossip and hypocrisy, not of the National Party caucus, but of London high society.

[laughs] And, uh, his other play that I'm sure I saw here was The Rivals.