Peg Woffington

t of hearing, ran from Lambeth to Covent Garden, on receipt of Mr. Vane's note. But ran he

on his muse for amatory verse; d

hour per day, and pocket one pound one-bid a poor horse who has drawn those stones about, and browsed short grass by the wayside-bid him canter a few tim

a world of circumlocution, that, "without joking now," she was a leper, ditto a tigress, item marble. You next feigned a lucid interval, and to be o

o, no one of them is such an ass, so you had an equal title to all). And on looking back you saw with h

d roods of paper on bare speculation, Triplet knew he could

the box-keeper with

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out with a

wait

hought of was poor Triplet; the rich do not dream how they disappoint the poor. Triplet's castle f

hat a good, patient, suffering wife, sure he would not have c

looked back upon the theater.

ept perseverance. Hannibal conquered the Alps, and I'll conquer you," cried Triplet, firmly. "Yes, this visit i

the sublime. Then and there, gazing with folded arms on this fortress of Thespi

sion a theatrical manager has to read a manuscript play, not recommended by influential folk;

manager, how disheartening it must be to read it at all, and how natural, after a while, to read none. Therefore, he (Triplet) had

r fable. A gentleman of your experience can decide at o

e locale per page of the most brilliant passages; on the other margin, which was as wide as the column of the plot, he made careful drawings of the personages in the principal dramatic situatio

mit me to recall that expression, with apologies for my freedom. I would say, y

manager's time carried him int

a mere suggestion), and the play it appertains to on your other side, you can readily judge my work without disturbing the avocations of the day, and master a play i

ountry; and an ocean of sand, yellower than up to that time had been attained in art or nature; and that once, when the audience, late in the evening, had suddenly demanded a popular song from Mr. Nokes, he (Triplet), seeing the orchestra thinned by desertion, and nugatory by intoxication, had started from the pit, resuscitated with the whole contents of his snuff

ed triumphant home. He had now forgiven and almost forgotten Vane;

ed to say: "I have reared in a single day a new avenue by which histrionic greatness, hitherto obstructed, may become accessible. Wife, I think I have done the trick at last. Lysimachus!" added he,

Triplet's health had long been failing; and, although her duties at her little theater were ligh

! They were not warm at night, and they felt gn

inting, or acting; but in that he resembled most writers, painters, and actors of his own day and our

stinging-nettles, yclept trees; for block-tin clouds; for butlers' pantry seas, and garret-conceived lakes; for molten sugar-candy rivers; for airless atmosphere and sunless air; for carpet nature, and cold, dead fragments of an earth all soul and living

he complimented them upon their deportment in adversity; hinted that moralists, not experience, had informed him prosperity was far more trying to the character. Pu

d not come with a full relish to meat three times a week, which, unless I am an ass (and I don't see myself in that

calm, little, desponding voices that fall upon the soul so agreeably

to take Mrs. Woffing

n the house," said

littered like a

ds, "is it requisite, heroic, or judicious on the eve, or more correctly the morn, of affluence to deposit an unfi

t you, we have often been disappointed; so take the pic

se who see things rose

viate so entirely from reason that I respectfully withdraw that implicit obedience w

es, to ob

ase; you confess i

t is only t

on friend, foe and self indiscriminately. "Allow it to be unrea

he was obliged to get behind his wife, and shrug his shoulders to Lysimachus

Covent Garden at half-past ten, and there the po

r, leave him fo