Story of the Hutchinsons (tribe of Jesse) . ry many pleasant horns during oui stay in Dublin. Just before leaving Liverpool we were called uponby a warm-hearted, burly Englishman named Scott,who, when he saw we were disposed to be down-heartedand home-sick, said in his broad accent, Cheer up, myYankee lads, in spite of British fashion you will succeedif you continue in the path you have stritck out. Wehad aheady begun to have some misgivings a^s to oursuccess; though we had been well received so far, wehad not been able to obtain engagements at prices whichwe tliought we ouglit to be getting,
Story of the Hutchinsons (tribe of Jesse) . ry many pleasant horns during oui stay in Dublin. Just before leaving Liverpool we were called uponby a warm-hearted, burly Englishman named Scott,who, when he saw we were disposed to be down-heartedand home-sick, said in his broad accent, Cheer up, myYankee lads, in spite of British fashion you will succeedif you continue in the path you have stritck out. Wehad aheady begun to have some misgivings a^s to oursuccess; though we had been well received so far, wehad not been able to obtain engagements at prices whichwe tliought we ouglit to be getting, and were afraid thepeople were too far advanced for Yankees like us. Our fii-st concert in Dul^lin was given under engage-ment with ^Ir. Mackintosh for ten pounds, and on theevening of Monday. September 22d. we repaired to thehall. As we entered all was still, not a person but anofficer and the doorkeeper were at the door ; all lookedgloomy. I looked into the hall, and there sat one soli-tary Irish woman in the pit. We went into our dress-. AX ENGLISH SOUVEXIK — (p. 15ii) IN ENGLAND. 157 ing-room, a little narrow place with a small fire in it, asingle gas-light, and that just on the point of going outapparently. There we all sat down to wait till weshould hear the sigfnal for beolnning- the concert. Idont know what thoughts passed through the minds ofthe others, as not a word was spoken; but it was just asAvell that quiet Avas maintained if they all felt as I had just been reading the life of Napoleon, and had apresentiment that we were near the city of Moscow —disappointed ambition. The avalanche of public opin-ion seemed about to fall upon and crush us. I wantedto go home to the granite hills of our native land, andhummed to myself the lines : Ah ! why from our own native land did we part,AVith its mountains and valleys so dear to each heart?Ah ! wliy did we leave the enjoyments of homeOer the wide waste of waters as strangers to roaml When the band, for one had bee
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