Author: John Lawrence Toole

Publisher: Theclassics.Us

Published: 2013-09

Total Pages: 114

ISBN-13: 9781230430218

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889 edition. Excerpt: ... Robert Macaire, this time very much like Irving. 'Nothing, it's all right, ' I said. And we made it a thousand pounds, we two ragamuffins, and it was delightful to hear the round upon round of applause when the sum to be handed over to the fund in question was mentioned to the house.'- XVI. "THE BEST OF FRIENDS MUST PART." Management--The Folly--New plays--Toole's Theatre--Between then and now--Dramatic authors and their methods--Byron, Burnand, Pinero, Merivale--Taverns and clubs--The Garrick and the Green-room--The Prince of Wales and how he kept a secret--Reminiscences of Sandringham--Meeting the Queen at Invercauld--The late Prince Imperial--Some anecdotes of Byron--Parting words. I. "We have been chatting for the past two hours about everything and everybody," I said, "and we have not yet picked up the thread of our story from the point of your return from America." "Then let us return, as you novelists say, to the period where we left cur hero, on his triumphant home-coming from the vast continent of America, eh?" With the aid of memoranda of my own, including a date or two, and one of Mr. Lowne's scrap-books, my host gave me the following particulars of his work, bringing our joint labours clown to the present time: --"On my return from America I went on tour in the provinces before I came back to town. But you must let me digress a moment. The notes you have given me suggest points I must not forget. "Every foot of ground in London, more particularly about Charing Cross, may be called both sacred and historic. But we will not go back to that, eh? It might be thought too learned for a comedian to rake up the history of Charing Cross. "I found myself wandering into a very distant time the other night, when I was thinking about the...