doin all the cookin and washin.  Desdemony in fact don’t have to git the water to wash her own hands with.  But a low cuss named Iago, who I bleeve wants to git Otheller out of his snug government birth, now goes to work & upsets the Otheller family in most outrajus stile.  Iago falls in with a brainless youth named Roderigo & wins all his money at poker. (Iago allers played foul.) He thus got money enuff to carry out his onprincipled skeem.  Mike Cassio, a Irishman, is selected as a tool by Iago.  Mike was a clever feller & a orficer in Otheller’s army.  He liked his tods too well, howsoever, & they floored him as they have many other promisin young men.  Iago injuces Mike to drink with him, Iago slily throwin his whiskey over his shoulder.  Mike gits as drunk as a biled owl & allows that he can lick a yard full of the Veneshun fancy before breakfast, without sweatin a hair.  He meets Roderigo & proceeds for to smash him.  A feller named Mentano undertakes to slap Cassio, when that infatooated person runs his sword into him.  That miserble man, Iago, pretends to be very sorry to see Mike conduck hisself in this way & undertakes to smooth the thing over to Otheller, who rushes in with a drawn sword & wants to know what’s up.  Iago cunningly tells his story & Otheller tells Mike that he thinks a good deal of him but that he cant train no more in his regiment.  Desdemony sympathises with poor Mike & interceds for him with Otheller.  Iago makes him bleeve she does this because she thinks more of Mike than she does of hisself.  Otheller swallers Iagos lyin tail & goes to makin a noosence of hisself ginrally.  He worries poor Desdemony terrible by his vile insinuations & finally smothers her to deth with a piller.  Mrs. Iago comes in just as Otheller has finished the fowl deed & givs him fits right & left, showin him that he has been orfully gulled by her miserble cuss of a husband.  Iago cums in & his wife commences rakin him down also, when he stabs her.  Otheller jaws him a spell & then cuts a small hole in his stummick with his sword.  Iago pints to Desdemony’s deth bed & goes orf with a sardonic smile onto his countenance.  Otheller tells the peple that he has dun the state some service & they know it; axes them to do as fair a thing as they can for him under the circumstances, & kills hisself with a fish-knife, which is the most sensible thing he can do.  This is a breef skedule of the synopsis of the play.

Edwin Forrest is a grate acter.  I thot I saw Otheller before me all the time he was actin &, when the curtin fell, I found my spectacles was still mistened with salt-water, which had run from my eyes while poor Desdemony was dyin.  Betsy Jane—­Betsy Jane! let us pray that our domestic bliss may never be busted up by a Iago!

Edwin Forrest makes money actin out on the stage.  He gits five hundred dollars a nite & his board & washin.  I wish I had such a Forrest in my Garding!

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