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[LITTLE ROCK] WEEKLY ARKANSAS GAZETTE, November 10, 1860, p. 2, c. 6
The Theater.—For the past week this place of public amusement has been well attended and the plays creditably presented. Mrs. Pennoyer not only sustains her former well earned reputation, but gives evidence of the improvement which comes of study and devotion to her profession. Mr. Wallace is a very good actor (we have seen far worse doing the leading business in large Theaters.) His fault is that occasionally he employs too much lung-power, and sometimes over acts: His presentation of "Carwin" in the "Orphan of Geneva" was an entire success; we have never seen the character better impersonated. Mr. Campbell, the Comedian, is a good actor, well educated in his profession, and already a great favorite. The dancing of Miss Leslie is the greatest attraction—always well received, and always encored by an appreciative audience. There are other members of the company deserving of notice—they will be attended to hereafter.
I had a dream the other night,
When all around was still;
I dream'd I saw poor Breckinridge
A sitting on a hill.
A corn-cob pipe was in his mouth,
A tear was in his eye;
Says he, they'll beat us North and South;
But Yancey do not cry.
Oh, Fire-eaters do not cry, said he,
Tho' we are left of hope bereft
By Bell, of Tennessee.
Not far away stood Stephen A.,
I think I see him now,
With clenched fist and lips compressed,
And dark and frowning brow.
With sorrowing phiz poor Breckinridge
No sooner caught his eye,
Than hands did place upon his face,
And loud began to cry,
Oh, Lord, Stephen, don't be mad with me;
There was nothing so deceivin'
As that Bell, of Tennessee.
Then in the rear there did appear,
A doleful picture drawn,
With clothes neglect and hair erect,
And features woe-begone.
I'll go again to splitting rails,
Quoth he with piteous sigh;
The colored question once more fails,
So, darkies, let us cry;
Oh, dear niggers, come and cry with me;
Our hopes are o'er for evermore,
With Bell, of Tennessee.
Then by his side I there espied,
Old Buck, with phiz demure;
Friend Abe, he said, I'm much afraid,
Our cause is hopeless sure.
To Breckinridge tho' I was pledged,
All powers I did apply,
Tho' indirect, you to elect,
So Lincoln do not cry.
Oh, fanatics, do not cry, said he;
We all have feel by Old John Bell,
That hails from Tennessee.
The cemetery is the burial place for 10 former Governors of Arkansas, 6 United States Senators, 14 Arkansas Supreme Court Justices, 21 Little Rock Mayors, numerous Arkansas literary figures, Confederate Generals, and other worthies.
