The New York Express
says there are actors now in that city after whom the town once ran wild; women who were the toast of the clubs, the admiration of one sex and the envy of the other; men whose talents and whose personal appearance were as conspicuous as those of any of the popular favorites of the day; but some of them are box openers at the theatres, and others play third-rate parts on the boards where they were once stars.
In the very plays in which they trod so proudly, the cynosures of every eye, they now assist at the triumphs of a successor.
They must contribute what of strength and talent is left them, to enhance the glories of another; they must sacrifice their own little chances of applause to increase the enthusiasm with which the new comer is received.
Nothing, says the Express,
can be sadder, nothing can possibly be bitterer than this cup of mortification thus pressed to the unwilling lips of a once successful actor.