A golden age of authors : a publisher's recollection . JOSEPH JEFFERSON was rather dark, but looking around we could seethat it was packed with boys and girls: blue uni-forms here, white collars over there. Presently therecame a note from Mr. Jefferson: The experimentis a failure; the Charity Commissioners thoughtI must have made a mistake in inviting the blindand the deaf, and they have sent an audience with-out a thing the matter with them. And it was nota very appreciative audience either; charity chil-dren are usually afraid to show their pleasure. Mr. Jefferson believed that if he had not
A golden age of authors : a publisher's recollection . JOSEPH JEFFERSON was rather dark, but looking around we could seethat it was packed with boys and girls: blue uni-forms here, white collars over there. Presently therecame a note from Mr. Jefferson: The experimentis a failure; the Charity Commissioners thoughtI must have made a mistake in inviting the blindand the deaf, and they have sent an audience with-out a thing the matter with them. And it was nota very appreciative audience either; charity chil-dren are usually afraid to show their pleasure. Mr. Jefferson believed that if he had not been anactor, he would have been a painter, and, perhaps,would have succeeded better. He loved to depictSouthern scenes — the slumbering bayou, or thedeep forest with its great tree-trunks and droopingmoss. He was one of the few to make mono-types — sketches done in sepia and lard on a zincplate, from which a single impression is printedon absorbent paper. I have a monotype of his,about twenty-four by sixteen inches in size, repre-senting the ru
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