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Remember Monsieur de Gentz, who fell in love in his old age with Fanny Ellsler, and left the Revolution of July to take its course while he attended the dancer's rehearsals." "It seems to me unlikely," replied Lousteau. "I can still believe in love, but I have ceased to believe in woman.

We can only inform them, on Belle Brittan's authority, that worthy Dr. Charles Mackay, who suffers throughout the book from intermittent nay, chronic attacks of puffery, is "one of the best living poets of England"; Mademoiselle Lamoureux, the danseuse, is "better than Ellsler"; and pretty Mrs.

"Mary, I've taken a fancy to go and see Fanny Ellsler to-night, and, as there will be no chance of getting a good seat this afternoon, I took the precaution to secure tickets as I came home to dinner.

Yes, madame, Cinti and Malibran, Grisi and Taglioni, Pasta and Ellsler, all who reign or have reigned on the stage, can't be compared, to my mind, with Malaga, who can jump on or off a horse at full gallop, or stand on the point of one foot and fall easily into the saddle, and knit stockings, break eggs, and make an omelette with the horse at full speed, to the admiration of the people, the real people, peasants and soldiers.

The appellation of divinity he willingly accepted, declaring that it was only justice to good men. In these degenerate days, we have accorded the term to only one person, "the divine Fanny Ellsler!" That, too, was a tribute to superior understanding!

Ellsler, whom I never saw shed a tear for any sickness, sorrow, or trouble of her own, shed tears for the mad boy, who had suddenly become the assassin of God's anointed the great, the blameless Lincoln. We crept about, quietly. Every one winced at the sound of the overture. It was as if one dead lay within the walls one who belonged to us.

W. You do me injustice, Miss Mullins, indeed you do. Mr. B. What spirits that girl has, Mrs. Joy! Mr. J. She's a sunshine in a house, Botter, a regular sunshine. When Mrs. J. here's in a bad humor, I . . . Mrs. J. Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Joy. Mrs. B. There's a hop, skip, and jump for you! Why, it beats Ellsler! Upon my conscience it does! It's her fourteenth quadrille too. There she goes!

Ellsler had a very large and complete stage library, he frequently lent his books to us, and we would hurriedly copy out our lines and return the book for his own use. On that occasion he was going to study his part first and then leave the play with us as he passed, going home. We heard his knock. I was busy pressing a bit of stage finery.

We went to the Opera, saw the ballet which Fannie Ellsler had previously inaugurated. The Independent was denouncing the theater as an unmitigated evil; the ballet was a shocking exhibition of legs. Still they had come, and New York had them. We dined at Niblo's, at Castle Garden. We drove about the city.

The story of Emerson's going with Margaret Fuller to see Fanny Ellsler, the danseuse, was a pure invention of the enemy and had not even the corner-stone of a foundation in fact. Goethe says in his analysis of manners that the man of noble manners may sometimes give way to his emotions, the man of well-bred manners never.

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