Life of Edwin Forrest, the American Tragedian. Volume 1 (of 2)Alger, Horatio, Jr.
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Life of Edwin Forrest, the American Tragedian. Volume 1 (of 2)
Alger, Horatio, Jr.
Forrest, Edwin, 1806-1872
Life spread before him an alluring prospect, and nothing which he could
ask to encourage and stimulate his aspirations seemed to be wanting.
When he looked back, he could not fail to be grateful. Beginning the
struggle under such depressing circumstances,--poor, friendless,
uneducated,--he had won a handsome fortune, a national fame, a host
of admiring friends, and no inconsiderable amount of cultivation and
miscellaneous knowledge. And now, at twenty-eight, with two long years
of freedom from all responsibility and care before him, blessed with
superabundant health and strength and hope, he was on his way to the
enchanted scenes of the Old World,--the famous cities, battle-fields,
monuments, art-galleries, and pleasure-gardens,--of which he had read
and dreamed so much. He was going with an earnest purpose to improve
himself as well as to enjoy himself. This spirit, with a well-filled
purse, and the fluent knowledge of the French language which he had
acquired in New Orleans, were important conditions for the realization
of his aim. And thus, with alternate recollections of those left
behind, observations of the scenery and experiences of marine life,
mapping out the series of places he meant to visit, and thinking over
what he would do, the days wore by. He spread his cloak sometimes on
the deck in the very prow of the vessel, and lying on it upon his
back, so that he could see nothing but the sky and clouds, continued
there for hours, allowing the scene and the strong sensations it
awoke to sink into his soul, feeling himself a little speck floating
on a larger speck between two infinities. He said he often, years
afterwards, associated the remembrance of this experience with speeches
of Lear and Hamlet when representing those characters on the stage.
[Illustration: EDWIN FORREST. ÆT 21]
A fortnight of monotony and nausea, sprinkled with a few excitements,
passed, and the transatlantic shore hove in view, as welcome a vision
as his eyes had ever seen. Landing at Havre, he bade adieu to Captain
Forbes and the good ship Sully, made his way at once to Paris, and,
taking apartments, settled down to that delightful course of mingled
recreation and study to which he had long been looking forward.
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