Some eminent Victorians: Personal recollections in the world of art and lettersCarr, J. Comyns (Joseph Comyns)
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Some eminent Victorians: Personal recollections in the world of art and letters
Carr, J. Comyns (Joseph Comyns)
Art, Victorian; English literature -- 19th century; Great Britain -- Intellectual life -- 19th century
There was one incident of our journey that was rather unfortunate. I was
acting as paymaster for the party, and at Cologne Irving cashed a
circular note of _£100_, and the German notes we received in exchange
were in my pocket-book as I took our tickets for Wurtzburg. At a
junction on the route the train made a halt of some minutes to allow
time for refreshments, and as I stood at the door of the buffet a young
American of great politeness of manner questioned me as to the identity
of Irving and Miss Terry. His tone was reverent and confidential, and as
the crowd pressed through the doorway he apologised for jostling me in
so unmannerly a fashion. When I retired for the night I realised that
his apology was certainly not unneeded, for on emptying my pockets I
found that my pocket-book was gone, and with it about £80 of Irving’s
money and £30 of my own. We heard afterwards that a young gentleman
answering to the description of my chance railway acquaintance had been
doing a thriving trade on the Rhine steamers, and I daresay he still
preserves my pocket-book as a souvenir of a prosperous day.
It is, I think, impossible for any one who has been closely associated
with the modern theatre not to be impressed with the need of some
worthier support of the drama than is afforded by the fickle and
shifting taste of the public; and the career of Irving, both as an actor
and a manager, only goes to emphasise a truth that had been repeatedly
enforced by the fortunes of his predecessors. We pride ourselves in this
country upon what is achieved by individual enterprise, but we do not
always remember at what a cost such achievements are won. The harvest is
ours, but the labourers who have reaped and stored it are too often but
miserably rewarded. Charles Kean, at the close of his long struggle at
the Princess’s, confessed that he left the theatre a poorer man than
when he entered it; Phelps’ fortunes at Sadler’s Wells left him nothing
to boast of; and Henry Irving, though he enjoyed at the zenith of his
career a popularity greater than was accorded to either of his
predecessors, had good reason before its close to realise that the
motley public of a great capital is not to be counted upon for the
enduring support of the more serious form of dramatic enterprise.
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