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    against the caprices of a satiated curiosity , and fought its way up to triumph . This body-clipping and mind grasping subject of tragedy , was followed by the farce of c Love laughs at Locksmiths , ' and a

    glorious farce it is . Only to think of the effect it took on me ! The very boards , the benches , the pillars and walls , seemed built up and dove-tailed of laughs . I , who had been so full of the sympathies and passions of Orestes , &c . &c , alternately swelling , weeping , choking , and shivering , was as hearty a participator in the fun , as the wisest and ablest play-goer in the house . I

    screamed with laughter , to the excoriation of my trachea ; my jaws ached with incessant cachination ; my o ' er-bubbling eyes would have swamped a jolly-boat , and my poor ribs complained of cracking with the repetition of peal on peal of my free ,, unsuppressed , uproarious , absolute relish of the humour ! What a capital , clever fellow was Risk ! ( Mr . Jones , ) and Solomon Lob , staring , gaping , bullet-headed Solomon Lob , ( little Lancaster , )

    was a bladder of laughing gas to me . And how painfully , amidst it all , did my thoughts turn to the drawing to a close of all this enjoyment . I almost trembled at its approach ; and like one who has glanced at something which he fears , I turned away my eyes : still the ugly spectre drew me towards it , and the end did come . Oh ! that some power would kindly arrest that falling curtain ! No , no , the floor rose up to meet it ; and the opening diminished ,

    narrower , was a crevice , a line of light , now shut as closely as a jar of preserved damsons in my grandmother ' s cupboard . Still I sat with my eyes rivetted on the baize , that closer out , that black door which barriered the entrance to Elysium . Still I sat ; I knew nothing of the people leaving the theatre . The only reality of which I was sensible was the gradual darkening : how long I remained I cannot tell . I knew not that I was quite alone , till €

    an unpleased voice hailed me with Halloo ! youngster , what are you doing here ? ' accompanied by a shake of the shoulder . As my head was bent down , resting on the palms of my hands , which again rested on my knees , he supposed I had fallen asleep , and saw me as he was extinguishing the lights against the gallery walls . I look around ; nothing but dingy vacancy , unoccupied benches ! I stepped upwards , and at the top turned round , paused to take a last look , and then plunged down the stairs with reckless

    rapidity , not daring to trust myself with a moderation of step , because I should think back if I did ; and with the impetus fell headlong into the street , so grazing and scraping my palms : luckily the pain bodily , which this occasioned , anodyned the pain moral , and restored me to my senses . I hastened home to bed supperless and sleepless , for I was very , very busy all night . You may be sure , reader , 1 was surrounded by catechisers next morning , who were curious to know what I thought . * Well , Pel ., how did you like the play ? ' Like it ! Come , Pel ., let us

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    484 Myjird Play .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 2, 1833, page 484, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2618/page/44/