http://www.nytimes.com/learning/general ... /0414.html
http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext02/ouamc11.txt
Odd thing about that play, it's supposed to be "A Drama in 3 Acts." If that be so, it ranks as one of the silliest dramas you'd ever want to read, for my money seriously. The humor is at times a bit stale, but still works even today.
Here's a sample or two:
Florence: He writes from Brattleboro' Vt. "Quite well, just come in from a shooting excursion, with a party of Crows, splendid fellows, six feet high.''
Dundreary: Birds six feet high, what tremendous animals they must be.
Florence: Oh, I see what my brother means; a tribe of Indians called Crows, not birds.
Dundreary: Oh, I thought you meant those creatures with wigs on them.
Florence: Wigs!
Dundreary: I mean those things that move, breathe and walk, they look like animals with those things. [Moving his arms like wings.]
Florence: Wings.
Dundreary: Birds with wings, that's the idea.
(As you may have guessed by this time, Dundreary was...well, a little light in the bellfrey would be fair - nutty as Aunt Fanny's fruitcake, but harmless.)
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Mr. Lincoln did not see that scene, as his party had not yet arrived.
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Mrs. Mountchessington: Mr. Trenchard, you will please recollect you are addressing my daughter, and in my presence.
Asa: Yes, I'm offering her my heart and hand just as she wants them with nothing in 'em.
Mrs. Mountchessington: August, dear, to you room.
Augusta: Yes, ma, the nasty beast. [Exit R.]
Mrs. Mountchessington: I am aware, Mr. Trenchard, you are not used to the manners of good society, and that, alone, will excuse the impertinence of which you have been guilty.
Asa: Don't know the manners of good society, eh? Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal– you sockdologizing old man-trap. (Ibid.)
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At this point, history tells us that a great gust of laughter engulfed the more than one thousand theatre patrons, strong enough by some accounts to muffle the sharp crack of a pistol; others say that those who did hear it took no real notice, merely thinking it part of the stage action.
One man knew better, the actor Harry Hawk – he who had just uttered what may have been the last words Abraham Lincoln ever heard on this earth…once upon a Friday, the 14th of April 1865.
It's ancient history now of course (more than 51,000 days elapsed) and yet...was it really that long?
Florence: And I am sure you will not regret your kindness shown to Our American Cousin. But don't go yet, pray—for Lord Dundreary has a word to say.
Dundreary [Sneezes.] That's the idea.
(In addition to being certifiable, Dundreary also had a thing for sneezing!)

Okay now to bed... Point?? well, no...not really, not this time anyway.
