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In 1862 Fox was at the Bowery Theatre, and, during his occupation of the same, he did much to popularise Pantomime. Half a dozen years afterwards we find him at the Olympic Theatre, New York, where he produced "Humpty Dumpty," which ran 483 nights, and for five years, till 1873, it held its place, on and off, in the bill. Altogether it was played 943 times.
"I was laid only this morning," said Humpty, drying his tears, "so you need have no fear. But do not call me 'little egg, for I am quite large, as eggs go, and I have a name of my own." "What is your name?" asked the Princess. "It is Humpty Dumpty," he answered, proudly.
'The question is, answered Lawford, with a kind of tired yet whimsical melancholy in his voice, 'though I am not sure that the answer very much matters what's going to put me together again? It's the old story of Humpty Dumpty, Herbert. Besides, one thing you said has stuck out in a quite curious way in my memory. I wonder if you will remember?
Till then farewell." There was no retrieving the past. Other men might fail at first, and then make good; but he was not like them. His was the fall of Humpty Dumpty. Final irretrievable. He packed up his things in a fright and, leaving no address at the Savoy, drove to the Russell Hotel in Bloomsbury. But he wrote Peggy a letter "to await arrival."
There was dead silence until it had gone round and returned to its owner. "Warriors of the Leatherskins, why have we come here?" asked Daddy, fingering his rifle. "Humpty Dumpty," said little John, and the children all began to laugh, but the portentous gravity of Daddy brought them back to the warrior mood. "The Prairie Wolf has spoken truly," said Daddy.
She named each egg, as she laid it, by the name she should call it when a chick, the first one being "Cluckety-Cluck," and the next "Cadaw-Cut," and so on; and when she came to the twelfth egg she called it "Humpty Dumpty." This twelfth egg was remarkably big and white and of a very pretty shape, and as the nest was now so full she laid it quite near the edge.
She died after I got well; she only waited for me to git up, anyhow." O God! these poor mothers! they bite back the cry of their pain, and fight death with love so long as they have a shred of strength for the battle! "What's your name, dear boy?" "Patsy." "Patsy what?" "Patsy nothin'! just only Patsy; that's all of it. The boys calls me 'Humpty Dumpty' and 'Rags, but that's sassy."
And the tree looked at all the splendour and freshness of the flowers in the garden, and then looked at itself, and wished that it had been left lying in the dark corner of the lumber-room; it thought of its fresh youth in the wood, of the merry Christmas Eve, and of the little mice who had listened so happily to the story of Humpty Dumpty. 'Too late! Too late! thought the old tree.
I could not help thinking about my aunt just then, but I said nothing, and it was Uncle Joe who began again about the parrot. "So you think we could not put Humpty Dumpty together again, Nat?" "No, uncle," I said despairingly, "I'm sure we could not. It's all so much lost time."
"We must go at once and rescue him," answered the boy. The twins slipped from their seats, and crept to the back of the tent. "I think we can squeeze under this," said Humpty, as he began wriggling under the awning. He then helped Dumpty, who was rather fat, and showed signs of getting stuck. "How cool it is outside!" remarked Dumpty, who had found it hot and stifling under the tent.
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