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To enable his friend to read, Tarrant had already lit a lamp. Munden, glancing about the room, said carelessly: 'Do you still possess the furniture of the old place? 'No, was the answer, given with annoyance. 'Vawdrey had it sold for me. 'Pictures, books, and all the nick-nacks? 'Everything.
The success of that piece of "ingenious nonsense," that gem of biographical literature, the unique and veracious "Memoir of Liston," over which the lovers of wit and the lovers of Charles Lamb have had many a good laugh, was so great that Lamb was encouraged to try his hand at another theatrical memoir, and produced a mock and mirthful autobiography of his old friend and favorite comedian, Munden, whom he had previously immortalized in one of the best and most admired of the "Essays of Elia."
This was the disappearance of the famous Holbein from one day to the other producing a consternation among us all as great as if the Venus of Milo had suddenly vanished from the Louvre. "She has simply shipped her straight back" the explanation was given in that form by Mrs. Munden, who added that any cord pulled tight enough would end at last by snapping.
These people laugh loud at a pantomime, and are delighted with clowns and pantaloons. They pay no attention to anything else. The stage-boxes exist in contempt of the stage and common sense. The private boxes, on the contrary, should be reserved as the receptacle for the officers of state and great diplomatic characters, who wish to avoid, rather than court popular notice! Mr. Munden and Mr.
The words, applied thus emphatically to the humorous and often grotesque comedian, are exactly applicable to Dickens as a Reader. And, as Elia remarks of Munden at another moment, "he is not one, but legion; not so much a comedian as a company" any one might say identically the same of Dickens, who bears in remembrance the wonderful variety of his impersonations.
There is a colored print of George the Third, a full length which really brings the old king to life again, so striking is the resemblance, and quantities of theatrical people, Munden and Elliston and the Kembles. There are two portraits of "glorious John" in Penruddock. Then the curious old prints of old houses.
Munden in a manner corrected me, but it was difficult to express. "My brother at all events was certainly selfish.
When we arrived, chilled by the railway journey, an acquaintance of the friend who accompanied me ordered rum and water for us, and we laughed and jested with the landlord's pretty daughters, who brought it to us. As it had been snowing heavily and the sleighing was excellent, we determined to return directly after dinner, and drive as far as Munden.
Toils and Jane Munden, what's her sister," said a woman, eagerly seizing a chance of a speaking part in this drama of life and death. Christopher went in. The mother was sitting dry-eyed and staring, her hands twisted in her coarse apron.
'Let me fill my pipe again. Yes, you can do it for me. That reminds me of a story Harvey Munden tells. A man he knew, a doctor, got married, and there was nothing his wife wouldn't do for him. As he sat with her one evening, smoking, a patient called him into the consulting-room. He had only just lighted a fresh pipe, and laid it down regretfully. 'I'll keep it in for you, said his wife.
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