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not generally known that ty mother, when cighteen vears ol age, played the Queer to Nacready's Zamdet. Macready iiked plaving with my mother : he gave a curious reason for it * because she wouldnt stick her hair all over with pms! My own particular first appearance was made on the somewhere hetween the seven and cight, at the Theatre, under the management of - Mus. Charles Kean. Now. heres an interesting littde fact: When Twas plaving Zuck at the Theatre: Royal, Manchester and quite an experi- cneed littde actress by that ume - Mr. Irving, although he s ten years older than myself, was at that time just making his first appearancc. [t 15 very

stage aves of

Princess’s

Dut, something more. possibl: that on the very night he made his first bow, [ was having

my toe nearly squeczed ot Tl tell vou the hittle story. 1 owas plaving ek the

Alidsammer Night's Dream,” and had come up through a trap at the cend of the last act to give the inal specch. My sister Kate was

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As “quner” (Romeo and Julict.)

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plaving 77ona. Up T came but not quite up. for the man shut the trap-door oo soor, and caught my toe, T sercamed, Kate rushed to me, and bhanged her foot on the stage: but the man closed the trap tighter, mistaking the signal. Ol Katie ! Katie ! 1 erted,

Ol Nellv, Nellv ! returned my sister,

“NMrs. Kean came rushing on, and made them the trap, und ] released v foot.,

= Finish the plav, dear,” she whispered, cxeitedhy, mand Tl double your salary

“There was Kate holding me up on one side and Nrs. Kean on the Well, Todid fimish the play s ieowas somes- thine bk this:

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othor.

S0 we shadows have oftended Nt ! N atie ')

Think but this, and all s mended, |roor toe will !

That vou have but slumbered here

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(- 1T hope my

While these visions did appear. (01 cant! 1 can't ')

And this wealk and adle theme.

No more vielding but a drean s (- Oh D odear ! Oh ! odear 7 and a big sob.)

Centles. do not reprehend

I vou pardon, we will nend, ~Oh ! Nirs, Nean )