st singular manner,
by bringing out what she might do and does not. The scene with Jason is
perfectly terrific; and the manner in which the comic rage and jealousy
does not pitch itself over the floor at the stalls is in striking
contrast to the manner in which the tragic rage and jealousy does. He
has a frantic song and dagger dance, about ten minutes long altogether,
which has more passion in it than ---- could express in fifty years.
We all unite in kindest love to Miss Macready and all your dear ones;
not forgetting my godson, to whom I send his godfather's particular love
twice over. The Hammy boy is so brown that you would scarcely know him.
Ever, my dear Macready, affectionately yours.
[Sidenote: Mr. W. H. Wills.]
TAVISTOCK HOUSE, _Sunday Morning, Sept. 28th, 1856._
MY DEAR WILLS,
I suddenly remember this morning that in Mr. Curtis's article, "Health
and Education," I left a line which must come out. It is in effect that
the want of healthy training leaves girls in a fit state to be the
subjects of mesmerism. I would not on any condition hurt Elliotson's
feelings (as I should deeply) by leaving that depreciatory kind of
reference in any page of H. W. He has suffered quite enough without a
stab from a friend. So pray, whatever the inconvenience may be in what
Bradbury calls "the Friars," take that passage out. By some
extraordinary accident, after observing it, I forgot to do it.
Ever faithfully.
[Sidenote: Miss Dickens.]
TAVISTOCK HOUSE, _Saturday, Oct. 4th, 1856._
MY DEAR MAMEY,
The preparations for the play are already beginning, and it is
christened (this is a great dramatic secret, which I suppose you know
already) "The Frozen Deep."
Tell Katey, with my best love, that if she fail to come back six times
as red, hungry, and strong as she was when she went away, I shall give
her part to somebody else.
We shall all be very glad to see you both back again; when I say "we" I
include the birds (who send their respectful duty) and the Plorn.
Kind regards to all at Brighton.
Ever, my dear Mamey, your affectionate Father.
[Sidenote: The Hon. Mrs. Watson.]
Tavistock House, _Tuesday, Oct. 7th, 1856._
MY DEAR MRS. WATSON,
I _did_ write it for you; and I hoped in writing it, that you would
think so. All
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