. Fifty years of an actor's life. h, I wasdenied admittance) and the dismantled Chapel Royal ;thence to Arthurs Seat ; winding up with a view of theFirth of Forth from the Calton by moonlight. This day I devoted to Sir Walter, the morrowto Shakespeare and The Bleeding Sergeant, At nineoclock next morning I set forth in quest of lodgings,and succeeded \\\\ locating myself in the old town atRoxburgh Street with a widow lady and her bonnieand buxom daughter, little dreaming that I should find amother in theone and a sister in the other. Punctuallyas the clock struck eleven, I reported myself at t
. Fifty years of an actor's life. h, I wasdenied admittance) and the dismantled Chapel Royal ;thence to Arthurs Seat ; winding up with a view of theFirth of Forth from the Calton by moonlight. This day I devoted to Sir Walter, the morrowto Shakespeare and The Bleeding Sergeant, At nineoclock next morning I set forth in quest of lodgings,and succeeded \\\\ locating myself in the old town atRoxburgh Street with a widow lady and her bonnieand buxom daughter, little dreaming that I should find amother in theone and a sister in the other. Punctuallyas the clock struck eleven, I reported myself at thetheatre to Mr. Moore, the stage ?? manager. Themorning was dark and gloomy ; hence making my wayin darkness to the green-room, I became an involuntarylistener to a conversation which, to my astonishment,referred to myself. The house was so bad, said the speaker, theaudience so cold and apathetic that I really believe Ishould have dried up altogether if that beardless boyin the stage box, with his head of hair, his turn-down. Front a picture by Mai^ mi Oi/ln s. CHARLOTTE AND SUSAN CUSHMAN AS ROMEO AND JULIET. The Modern Athens 297 collar, and his insolent airs and graces, hadnt so stungme to the quick that I made up my mind to gofor the puppy. For the first two acts I might as wellhave tried to thaw an iceberg ; but in the third Ihypnotised the young cub, and, when I went forwardat the end, he waved his handkerchief and shriekedand shouted like a maniac ! They were not so demonstrative to Mrs. Siddonswhen she made her debut here, rejoined the manager. She told me she went off in the sleep-walkingscene without a hand until a fellow in the pitpatronisingly remarked, Nae sa bad, laddies, nae sabad ! This ancient chestnut evoked a feeble attempt at alaugh, amidst which I retired to collect my of my innocence of any intended discourtesy,1 resolved to convince Miss Cushman that she wasmistaken. Awaiting my opportunity, when she cameon the stage, I approached her h
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