“The Sculptor’s Triumph,” “Too Late for the Train,”
“Snow-Bound,” “The Peddler of Very Nice,”
“Bonbons,” “Capuletta,” “An Original
Idea,” &c., &c., &c.




BOSTON:
LEE AND SHEPARD, 149 WASHINGTON ST.
CHARLES H. SPENCER, 2 HAMILTON PLACE.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871,

By GEORGE M. BAKER,

In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.


Stereotyped at the Boston Stereotype Foundry,
No. 19 Spring Lane.

A TENDER ATTACHMENT.

CHARACTERS.

• Mr. Clapboard, Proprietor of “Bachelors’ Paradise.”
• Ebenezer Crotchet, a retired manufacturer.
• Horace Crotchet, his son.
• Peter Picket, a soldier.
• Obed Oakum, a sailor.
• Timothy Tinpan, a tinker.
• Louis Loopstitch, a tailor.

COSTUMES.

Clapboard, gray wig, brown coat, dark pants.

Ebenezer, gray wig, blue coat with brass buttons, dark pants, hat, and cane.

Horace, modern suit, neat and tasty.

Peter, United States army overcoat, fatigue cap,
red wig, red side whiskers.

Obed, light Yankee wig, pea-jacket, tarpaulin hat, wide sailor trousers, blue shirt.

Timothy, black crop wig, smutty face, overalls, and woollen jacket.

Louis, tight black pants, with short legs, slippers, white stockings, black coat, with short arms, buttoned to the throat, black cravat, without collar.

Scene.—Apartment in Mr. Clapboard’s home. Lounge C., back. Black velvet breakfast-jacket and smoking-cap lying across the corner. Small table, R. Chairs, R. and L. Entrances, R. and L.

Enter Mr. Clapboard, R., followed by Ebenezer Crotchet.

Clapboard. This is the room, sir.

Ebenezer. O, it is! This is the mysterious abode of my runaway son. Well, I don’t see anything very inviting here; a few miserable chairs, a rickety lounge, a mean little table—

Clap. Come, come, sir; don’t abuse my furniture.

Eben. O, pooh, pooh! What business have you harboring a runaway scamp who ought to be at home, you old, gray-headed ruffian?

Clap. Come, come, sir; once for all, I won’t be abused in my own house. If your son chooses to hire a room in my house, to pay handsomely for the same, and to behave himself in a gentlemanly manner, here he stops just as long as he pays, you old heathen.

Eben. Old heathen! Confound you, do you know who you are talking to, Mr. Claptrap? Clap. Clapboard, sir; Clapboard is my name.

Eben. Do you know who you are talking to?

Clap. I’ve a pretty good idea. Some fiery old lunatic just escaped from Bedlam.

Eben. Fire and fury! I’ll break this cane over your head, insolent!

Clap. Do; and then