. Memories of my life : being my personal, professional, and social recollections as woman and artist. iterature, for-bade his flock to go to the theater. His charge was violent andspiteful against modern France. As to Scribes play, Adri-enne Lecouvreur, he tore it into shreds, as it were, dis-claiming against the immoral love of the comedienne and of thehero and against the adulterous love of the Princess of the truth showed itself in spite of all, and he cried out withfury intensified by outrage— In this infamous lucubrationthere are French authors, a court abbe who, thanks to t
. Memories of my life : being my personal, professional, and social recollections as woman and artist. iterature, for-bade his flock to go to the theater. His charge was violent andspiteful against modern France. As to Scribes play, Adri-enne Lecouvreur, he tore it into shreds, as it were, dis-claiming against the immoral love of the comedienne and of thehero and against the adulterous love of the Princess of the truth showed itself in spite of all, and he cried out withfury intensified by outrage— In this infamous lucubrationthere are French authors, a court abbe who, thanks to the un-bounded licentiousness of his expressions, constitutes a directinsult to the clergy. Finally, he pronounced an anathemaagainst Scribe, who w^as already dead, against Legouve, againstme, and against all my company. The result was that crowdscame from everywhere, and the four presentations, AdrienneLecouvreur, Froufrou, La Dame aux Camelias (after-noon performance), and Hernani, had a colossal success andbrought in fabulous receipts. I was invited by the poet Frechette and a banker whose 410. I VISIT MONTREAL name I do not remember to make a visit to Ottawa. I acceptedwith joy, and went there accompanied by my sister, Jarrett,and Angelo, who w^as always ready for a dangerous excursion;I felt in safety in the presence of that artist, full of braveryand composure, and gifted with herculean strength. The onlything he lacked to make him perfect was talent. He had nonethen and never did have any. The St. Lawrence River was frozen over almost entirely;we crossed it in a carriage along a route indicated on the riverby two rows of branches fixed in the ice. We had four car-riages; the distance between Ottawa and Montreal is one hun-dred and twenty-five kilometers. This visit to the Iroquois was deliciously enchanting. I wasintroduced to the chief, father, and mayor of the Iroquois ! this former chief, son of * Big White Eagle, surnamedduring his childhood Sun of the Ni
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