My lifetime, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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S. Low, Marston, 1895
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Page 43 - Ode came out, which was very poor, somebody being asked his opinion of it, said : And when the Pye was open'd The birds began to sing. And was not this a dainty dish To set before the King ! Pye was brother to old Major Pye, and father to Mrs. Arnold, and uncle to a General Pye, all friends of Miss Kelly. Pye succeeded Thos.
Page 189 - He was always answered by one loud and fearful curse, yelled by the whole mass like a Handel Festival chorus. The curse was answered by Sikes dragging Nancy twice round the stage, and then, like Ajax, defying the lightning. The simultaneous yell then became louder and more blasphemous. Finally, when Sikes, working up to a...
Page 70 - Wandering one night past the stage door of old Covent Garden, I found it open and unguarded, and with the boldness and curiosity of youth (I am speaking of 1845) I darted in and found myself, in a few seconds, amongst endless machinery and in total darkness. Groping for some little time, with half the romance of the " Arabian Nights " in my head, and an immense amount of theatrical dust in my hands, I saw a glimmer in the distance, and making towards it, found it to be a gas-jet projecting from the...
Page 40 - In my wanderings, especially in the autumn, I found my way to this orchard, which was only one of many in the same road, and after giving a defiant challenge to English cholera, I spent the rest of the afternoon with the dreamy old lady, who looked over me rather than at me and seemed to see many visions that were beyond my limited intelligence.
Page 189 - Nancy was always dragged round the stage by her hair, and after this effort Sykes always looked up defiantly at the gallery, as he was doubtless told to do in the marked prompt copy.
Page 190 - Sikes, working up to a well rehearsed climax. smeared Nancy with red-ochre, and taking her by the hair (a most powerful wig) seemed to dash her brains out on the stage, no explosion of dynamite invented by the modern anarchist, no language ever dreamt of in Bedlam could equal the outburst. A thousand enraged voices, which sounded like ten thousand, with the roar of a dozen escaped menageries, filled the theatre and deafened the audience, and when the smiling ruffian came forward and bowed, their...
Page 188 - The gallery of the Victoria was a huge amphitheatre, probably containing about fifteen hundred perspiring creatures ; most of the men in shirt-sleeves, and most of the women bare-headed, with coloured handkerchiefs round their shoulders, called " bandanna wipes" in the slang of the district, and probably stolen from the pockets of old gentlemen who were given to snuff-taking. This " chickaleary " audience was always thirsty and not ashamed.
Page 11 - In Paris, Lamb led his own independent life disappearing sometimes all day, having lived mostly on the river quays on the Odeon side of the Seine, rummaging the book-stalls and print-shops for old books and old prints, returning late at night to the hotel, and skating up the waxed stairs to bed, thoroughly satisfied with his day's work.
Page 279 - Gd. ea. Living Theology, by His Grace the Archbishop of Canterbury. The Conquering Christ, by Rev. A.
Page 189 - ... in the slang of the district, and probably stolen from the pockets of old gentlemen who were given to snuff-taking. This 'chickaleary' audience was always thirsty and not ashamed. It tied handkerchiefs together of which it always seemed to have plenty until they formed a rope, which was used to haul up large stone bottles of beer from the pit, and occasionally hats that had been dropped below. "It was...

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