. My day; reminiscences of a long life . Charlotte Cushman. CHAPTER XXXV GORDON and I had the privilege of seeingCharlotte Cushman when, no longer ableto act in the plays in which she had so dis-tinguished herself, she gave a reading at one of thelarge halls in New York. She was infirm, less fromage than a malady which was consuming her. Ifound an immense audience assembled in her were no more seats, no more standing had no assistants, no support. A chair behinda small table was all the mise en scene^ and here,dressed in a matronly gown of black silk and lace,the great tra
. My day; reminiscences of a long life . Charlotte Cushman. CHAPTER XXXV GORDON and I had the privilege of seeingCharlotte Cushman when, no longer ableto act in the plays in which she had so dis-tinguished herself, she gave a reading at one of thelarge halls in New York. She was infirm, less fromage than a malady which was consuming her. Ifound an immense audience assembled in her were no more seats, no more standing had no assistants, no support. A chair behinda small table was all the mise en scene^ and here,dressed in a matronly gown of black silk and lace,the great tragedienne seated herself. Her gray hairwas rolled back a la Pompadour from her broad, highforehead, and beneath black brows her eye kindledas she glanced over the fine audience. As she de-scribed it afterward, a modest farewell reading blos-somed into a brilliant testimonial. After our enthusiastic response to her gracefulgreeting, she said simply : Ladies and gentlemen,I shall read — I trust for your pleasure, surely formine, laying h
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