On another occasion I saw his self-possession tried in a different way.
We were dining with a gentleman who had overpartaken of his own
hospitality. Mr. Murat Halstead was of the company. There was also a
German of distinction, whose knowledge of English was limited. The Rip
Van Winkle craze was at its height. After sufficiently impressing the
German with the rare opportunity he was having in meeting a man so
famous as Mr. Jefferson, our host, encouraged by Mr. Halstead, and I am
afraid not discouraged by me, began to urge Mr. Jefferson to give us,
as he said, “a touch of his mettle,” and failing to draw the great
comedian out he undertook himself to give a few descriptive passages
from the drama which was carrying the town by storm. Poor Jefferson! He
sat like an awkward boy, helpless and blushing, the German wholly
unconscious of the fun or even comprehending just what was
happening—Halstead and I maliciously, mercilessly enjoying it.
III
I never heard Mr. Jefferson make a recitation or, except in the singing
of a song before his voice began to break, make himself a part of any
private entertainment other than that of a spectator and guest.
He shrank from personal displays of every sort. Even in his younger
days he rarely “gagged,” or interpolated, upon the stage. Yet he did
not lack for a ready wit. One time during the final act of Rip Van
Winkle, a young countryman in the gallery was so carried away that he
quite lost his bearings and seemed to be about to climb over the outer
railing. The audience, spellbound by the actor, nevertheless saw the
rustic, and its attention was being divided between the two when
Jefferson reached that point in the action of the piece where Rip is
amazed by the docility of his wife under the ill usage of her second
husband. He took in the situation at a glance.
Casting his eye directly upon the youth in the gallery, he uttered the
lines as if addressing them directly to him, “Well, I would never have
believed it if I had not seen it.”
The poor fellow, startled, drew back from his perilous position, and
the audience broke into a storm of applause.
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