Sir Henry Irving—A Record of Over Twenty Years at the LyceumFitzgerald, Percy
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Sir Henry Irving—A Record of Over Twenty Years at the Lyceum
Fitzgerald, Percy
Irving, Henry, Sir, 1838-1905
Once, travelling in the North, the manager met at a hotel a young
musician who, like himself, “was on tour,” with some concert party
it might be, and fell into conversation with him on their respective
professions. This young man chatted freely, and imparted his ideas on
music in general, and on theatre music in particular. The manager was
pleased with the freshness and practical character of these views,
and both went their way. Long after, when thinking of a successor to
Stöpel—the old-established Lyceum conductor—he recalled this agreeable
companion, who was Mr. Hamilton Clarke, and engaged him, at the handsome
salary of some six hundred a year, to direct the music. He was, moreover,
a composer of great distinction. His fine, picturesque overtures and
incidental music to ‘The Merchant of Venice,’ and other Lyceum pieces,
still linger in the memory. It is to be lamented that this connection was
severed. The manager has later applied for aid to such composers as Sir
Arthur Sullivan, Sir A. Mackenzie, Sir Julius Benedict, Stanford, Jacobi,
and Mr. German.
When he was thus busy with preparations for inaugurating his new
ambitious venture, he had engagements to fulfil in the country, and
could only rush up to town occasionally to push on the preparations.
He tells us how, having secured a new Horatio, a “modern young actor,”
as he called him, whom he had never seen perform, he came up to town
especially to hear him go through his part. After reading it over for him
in the way he desired it to be done, Irving said, “Now you try it; I will
be the Ghost.” “So he began, and what a surprise it was! As Horatio he
apostrophized me in the most cool, familiar, drawing-room, conventional
style possible to imagine. I was aghast, ‘No, no,’ I cried. ‘Stop,
consider the situation, its thrills of horror, the supernatural!’ ‘Oh,
yes,’ he replied, ‘but how am I to do it?’ ‘Can’t you understand it?’
I said; ‘try again.’ He did still the same again and again. There was
nothing to be done but engage another performer.”
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