Identifier: memoriesofhostes02howe (find matches)
Title: Memories of a hostess : a chronicle of eminent friendships, drawn chiefly from the diaries of Mrs. James T. Fields
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Howe, M. A. De Wolfe (Mark Antony De Wolfe), 1864-1960 Roy J. Friedman Mark Twain Collection (Library of Congress) DLC Fields, Annie, 1834-1915
Subjects: Fields, Annie, 1834-1915 Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Women -- Massachusetts Boston Diaries Friendship -- Massachusetts Boston Authors, American -- 19th century Biography Actors -- United States Biography Boston (Mass.) -- Intellectual life
Publisher: Boston : Atlantic Monthly Press
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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nwere looking at him. The owner of the pups, followingthe direction of the mans eyes, looked up and saw thetwo pups had their heads out of the basket. He quietlymade a sign for them to go back and they disappeared.The mans gaze did not apparently slacken, however,but in a moment became still more horrified when thepups again looked out. What s the matter ? said theowner. What are those ? said the man, pointing withtrembling finger; pray excuse me, but I have been ona spree and I thought they were demons. He intro-duced the subject ot the stage and talked of points inHamlet, which he had made for the first time, butoccasionally through accident had omitted. The nextday he will be sure to be asked by letter or newspaperwhy he omits certain points which would be so excel-lent to make, the writer thinks. He has had a life ofstrange vicissitudes, as almost all actors. He referredlast night to his frequent travels during childhood overthe Alleghanies with his father, of long nights spent in
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BOOTH A.S HAMLET STAGE FOLK AND OTHERS 203 this kind of travel; and once in Nevada he walked fiftymiles chiefly through snow. Why? said Lilian. Be-cause I was hard up, Lily, he continued; I walked ittoo in stage boots which were too tight — it was mis-ery. . . . They had all gone by half-past ten, but we lay longawake thinking over poor Booth and his strange sadfortune. Hamlet, indeed!—although Forceythe Will-son says, I have been to see Mr. Hamlet play Booth.Yes, perhaps when he is playing it for the 400th timewith a bad cold, it may seem so ; indeed I found it dull-ish myself, or his part, I mean, the other night; but hedid play it once — the night ot his reappearance in NewYork. May 18, 1869. — Last Sunday evening Booth, Al-drich and his wife and sister. Dr. Holmes and Ameliaand Launt Thompson, Leslie and ourselves took teahere together. In the evening came Mr. and Mrs. Emer-son. We did have a rare and delightful symposium.Booth talked little as usual, and the next night we

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