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Siddons, John Kemble, Charles Kemble, Young, Mrs. Jordan, Irish Johnson, Munden, Emery, etc. so well sustained the character of the English stage. Alas! shall I ever see the like again? Theatrical representations in France have had a similar decline, although two stars there are who uphold her histrionic fame with superior éclat, Mlle.
If I had some of the doctor's money in my pocket, I should have given away five-pound notes. 'You contented yourself, said Munden, laughing, 'with giving a promissory-note for the whole legacy. 'Yes; but try to understand. Emma came up to my room at supper-time, and as usual we talked. I didn't say anything about my uncle's death yet I felt the necessity of telling her creep fatally upon me.
The sceptical idiots of the play pretend to give him a phial nearly full of water. He is assured that this contains Cleopatra's tear. Well; who can disprove it? Munden evidently recognised it. "What a large tear!" he exclaimed. Then they place in his hands a druidical harp, which to vulgar eyes might resemble a modern gridiron.
It was certainly a happy idea to represent Munden as writing a sketch of his life, not to gratify his own vanity, or for the pleasure and entertainment of the public, but solely and purposely to prevent the truthful and matter-of-fact biographer of Liston from making the old player the subject of a biographical work.
Again, who did not relish the richness of his voice, and the arch crispness which he gave to some words, while others came not trippingly off his tongue, but lingered and jarred with an effect which accounts for so many imitators. His mouth had a peculiar twist, somewhat resembling that of Mathews, which at times almost forbad his plain speaking. We have seen that Munden was
Munden suggested a few alterations, and mentioned the journal which he thought might possibly find room for such a bit of satire. 'Done anything else? 'Here's a half-finished paper "The Commercial Prospects of the Bahamas." 'Let me look. After reading a page or two with critically wrinkled forehead, Munden laid it down. 'Seems pretty solid, libellous, too, I should say.
A man's wife is more often than not his enemy. Harvey Munden was telling me of a poor devil of an author who daren't be out after ten at night because of the fool-fury waiting for him at home. Nancy laughed. 'I suppose she can't trust him. 'And suppose she can't? What is the value of nominal fidelity, secured by mutual degradation such as that?
'Shall you want tea, Mr. Shergold? Munden turned sharply and looked at the girl. Shergold did not look at her, but he delayed for a moment and appeared to balance the question. Then, in a friendly voice, he said 'No, thank you. I may not be back till late in the evening. And he went on hurriedly. 'Cheeky little beggar that, Munden observed, with a glance at his friend.
It is related of him too, that a friend asking him for a keepsake, he exchanged his old cotton umbrella for his friend's silk one. Elliston and Munden were on good terms, though men of very opposite habits. Munden had played twelve nights for Elliston at Leamington.
'We'll never look back at that. 'Your room is stuffy, said Munden, rising. 'Let us go and have lunch somewhere. 'Yes, we will! Just a moment to wash my hands I've been in the dissecting-room. The friends went downstairs. At the foot they passed the landlady's daughter: she drew back, but, as Shergold allowed his companion to pass into the street, her voice made itself heard behind him.
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