. My day; reminiscences of a long life . n ?ifauteuilat her feet. I saw her also as Queen Catherine. Ithink she impressed all who knew her as a mostsad woman. But is not melancholy the preroga-tive of genius ? I, for one, never knew a man orwoman of genius, real genius, v/ho was Modjeska made melancholy beautiful. She was once the guest of a lady who had gatheredtogether a number of choice spirits in her of them, forgotten of her good angel, asked, How do you like our country, madame ! Oh, spreading out her hands to signify emptyspace, and speaking in a weary tone, Oh !
. My day; reminiscences of a long life . n ?ifauteuilat her feet. I saw her also as Queen Catherine. Ithink she impressed all who knew her as a mostsad woman. But is not melancholy the preroga-tive of genius ? I, for one, never knew a man orwoman of genius, real genius, v/ho was Modjeska made melancholy beautiful. She was once the guest of a lady who had gatheredtogether a number of choice spirits in her of them, forgotten of her good angel, asked, How do you like our country, madame ! Oh, spreading out her hands to signify emptyspace, and speaking in a weary tone, Oh ! It is all— all one great level. Ah, but, said her hostess, patience ! I shallintroduce you by and by to a little hill. An introduction followed, and at the close of theevening Madame Modjeska, pressing the hand ofher hostess at parting, said with feeling : — Ah, madame ! She was one great mountain ! Before the war which cut me off from everypleasure demanding leisure and a little money, Iheard the elder Booth in Hamlet —and I must. \ Helena Modjeska. PUBLIC U3RA?^^1 ^STOR. tENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS.^^ ^ My Day 363 confess he was rather a wheezy Hamlet in his oldage. In Brooklyn the circumstances of my life for-bade my indulging my passion for music and theenjoyment of a good play, but we had tickets forgallery seats to see Edwin Booth when MadameModjeska played with him. Afterward we saw himin The Fools Revenge, and I remember beingquite carried away and oblivious of everything excepthis splendid acting, until the calm voice of my son re-called me, Dont you think, mamma, you had bettersit down ? I spent a summer at Narragansett inthe same hotel with Mr. Booth when he was restinghis weary brain. He had a hooded chair placed ina corner of a veranda overlooking the sea, and therealone and in silence he spent most of his time. Hisdevoted daughter ministered to him and carefullyprotected him from intrusion. At certain conditionsof the tide the sands of the Narragansett beac
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