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THE B,ECOBD OF A VANISHED LIFE. 117
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It Is The Afternoon Of A Hotfull Summer ...
thirs Fiv ts e f years or leasure rolled on when , and the the blood time and came fan to us w the hen natural youth cy
impulses enjoyment . Happy longings , th , ey who the have fever wise time and of life kindl , , y g yearn uidance for ,
Al no for thoug guidance whose h ardent , no love counsel you for th ar pure , t still wor pleasures existed thy pleasure are it lay provided dormant provided ! W and for e had u its s .
exercise was my jaded out of me by wearisome , and painful drud , gery . After the long- dayand calm leasures are difficult
weary , pure p , fr if iends not im Amidst possible , some for youth doubtful s wi pursui th neit ts her George homes and , paren I had ts , at or
much least , one for . reading great p , leasure nor did : he it like was me the to theatre read , . as He we sat did together not care ,
in too the often _evening !—we . went But together whenever to we the could pit of a the fford theatre it—it . was There not ,
while we were young , we _forgot our cares , our poverty , our revealed friendless the strugg world les , of when romance the mag of ic poetry curtain of heroes ascended and , and of
a warriors a . ir . We We lived were , for lifted the time above , , in a the fairy dim , worl scen d , e of sorro , breathed wful
ev purer ery-day common-place . We saw the ideal in action . Our own cares sublimed , for the hour , into the great struggles of man
wi sorrows the th theatre destiny of traged !— , and thoug y . h were How the elevated well long _' , I lon remember above g year s those hav own e closed earl into y th visi behin e loft ts t y d
f the or memory et ourselves . It was and well live for the us lives when of , Sh we ak could , for ' s creatures the time . , The g time came , when that was no longer possible speare when the
of thea lif tre e i wou tself ld presen not t ed no f illusion tten , wh t he the resence stern actual o , f the sorrows fair
orgopy s world tage . had But ( wliat at the it period no longer of our has lives ) a great of which actor . I write The , line our
unbroken from Burbage to Macready , is broken now . The , Ultimus _jtomanorumthe last of the Baronshas played his last
and and the iticise land of t once Shakspeare _, the mas has ter ' s no grea great t conce artist , ptions left , . to I embod linger y ,
however and of , fondl t acting y over , my I recall youth ' with s early deli memories htthe vivid f the 'ihtei thea 'est tre ,
grea . , g , waited and antici at the pation pifc door with , of wh dear ich— old when Drury we were Lane ri , t ch o see enoug one h !— we he
gratefull masterpieces y and of thankfull the worl y , d as p I layed look by back great , far back artists now . , I to s one ay ,
of the the old reen pleasure curtain s of and my on sad the and ideal wasted world of youth the — old blessings layhouse on !
g , p parted The . years He had rolled grown silentl richer y and than sadl I y was on— ; he till had George outstri and pped I
me in success and prosperity . He had bowed his nature to—or
The B,Ecobd Of A Vanished Life. 117
THE B , ECOBD OF A VANISHED LIFE . 117
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), April 1, 1864, page 117, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01041864/page/45/
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