Identifier: intmtrcllc00jeff (find matches)
Title: Intimate recollections of Joseph Jefferson
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Jefferson, Eugâenie Paul
Subjects: Jefferson, Joseph, 1829-1905
Publisher: New York : Dodd, Mead and Co.
Contributing Library: Getty Research Institute
Digitizing Sponsor: Getty Research Institute

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ly history was bad. Consumption in the family, and the top of this lung was affected. MEMORIES OF EDWIN BOOTH The face of Edwin Booth flitted before the minds eye somehow, and Jefferson smiled gently and said: His Hamlet, his Ruy Blas, his anything—it all came very easy to Booth. The beauty of his face, the expressive eyes, the grace of form and rich voice had won three-quarters of the battle before he said a word. I was very fond of Booth. It was a pathetic moment and recalled to me the bleak day eleven years ago in the Little Church Around the Corner at the funeral of Edwin Booth when Joe Jefferson was chief mourner. The last time I had seen them alive together was at the great Lester Wallack benefit at the Metropolitan Opera House, where stars and leading men were glad to play as supers. Then Booth was Hamlet and Jefferson was the Gravedigger. It seemed, as the coffin was borne away, Jefferson, bowed with grief, following it, that the day was closing swiftly for both the actors—the Lord Hamlet
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By courtesy of the American Art Association, New York PORTRAIT OF MACREADY AS WILLIAM TELL HENRY INMAN, 1802-1846 Formerly in the Jefferson collection JOSEPH JEFFERSON 163 and the Gravedigger. Yet here was the Gravedigger eleven years after, as jolly as a sandboy, and saying Argal with the same quizzical smile. Then the talk turned to less sombre things. We were talking about 1 building up parts. I asked him about Our American Cousin, in which he created the part of Asa Trenchard, and in which the elder Sothern found the part of Lord Dundreary and afterward built it up so that it became the entire play. He liked Sothern, and who did not? Yes, and Sothern refused the part; didn't want to play it. I had to beg him to try it. He did it reluctantly, and at the first performance was more inclined to guy the part than playit. So once when a lady called on him to come to her he arose and advanced with a funny little burlesque skip, like this. To my amazement the veteran was on his feet, his eyes twinkling, gi

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