ntance of Henry Irving who was then managing successfully the Lyceum Theatre in London. Irving apparently too

e short of marvelous. Possessed of a voice of but little power, utterly lacking in grace, even ungainly and awkward

heatrical world. So much has been written by able writers regarding this remarkable

the surroundings. His utterances were subtly humorous and at times a little cynical, but never ha

downward trend of the player, expressing great dissatisfaction over the then present conditions and his desire to "chuck it." He preferred solitude, away from the incompetency that he was forced to witness. He would l

idea. Paris is so filled with people." Fletcher continued, "I know, dear Harry, but it was our old friend Graham-Charlie! You remember him." Irving grunted, "Ah!" Fletcher rattled on. "Well, Harry, you know we

ellow players upon the stage of the Lyceum after the evening performance. I have never seen such unostentatious, yet lavish, display as he exercised in those delightful hospitalities. They extended far into the ni

ew when Ir

on the production before receiving the verdict of the capricious public. It was an old story with Irving. As I shook hands with him he said, "Ah! Goodwin, my boy, I see you are indulging in a little Mo

ignify our art. For when the ball fell into the single "0" Sir Henry's bet was on the black, No. 23. Ha

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