Susanna Centlivre left nineteen plays full of vivacity and fun and lively incident. The _Bold Stroke for a Wife_ is now considered her best. The _Basset Table_ is also a superior comedy, especially interesting because it anticipates the modern blue-stocking in Valeria, a philosophical girl who supports vivisection, and has also a prophecy of exclusive colleges for women.
There is nothing worthy of quotation in any of these comedies. Some sentences from Mrs. Centlivre's plays are given in magazine articles to prove her wit, but we say so much brighter things in these days that they must be considered stale platitudes, as:
"You may cheat widows, orphans, and tradesmen without a blush, but a debt of honor, sir, must be paid."
"Quarrels, like mushrooms, spring up in a moment."
"Woman is the greatest sovereign power in the world."
Hans Andersen in his Autobiography mentions a Madame von Weissenthurn, who was a successful actress and dramatist. Her comedies are published in fourteen volumes. In our country several comedies written by women, but published anonymously, have been decided hits. Mrs. Verplanck's _Sealed Instructions_ was a marked success, and years ago _Fashion_, by Anna Cora Mowatt, had a remarkable run. By the way, those roaring farces, _Belles of the Kitchen_ and _Fun in a Fog_, were written for the Vokes family by an aunt of theirs. And I must not forget to state that Gilbert's _Palace of Truth_ was cribbed almost bodily from Madame de Genlis's "Tales of an Old Castle." Mrs. Julia Schayer, of Washington, has given us a domestic drama in one act, entitled _Struggling Genius_.
MRS. ANASTASIUS. GIRL OF TEN YEARS. GIRL OF TWO YEARS. MR. ANASTASIUS. GIRL OF EIGHT YEARS. INFANT OF THREE MONTHS.
[_Time, eight o'clock A.M. In the background nurse making bed, etc.; Girl of Two amusing herself surreptitiously with pins, buttons, scissors, etc.; Girl of Eight practising piano in adjoining room; Mrs. A. in foreground performing toilet of infant. Having lain awake half the preceding night wrestling with the plot of a new novel for which rival publishers are waiting with outstretched hands (full of checks), Mrs. A. believes she has hit upon an effective scene, and burns to commit it to paper. Washes infant with feverish haste._]