ooth,Jefferson,Adelaide Neilson,Charles Fletcher,Lotta,John McCullough,John Sleeper Clark,and the elder Sothern.And how Richard and I worshipped them all--not only these but every small-bit actor in every stock company in town.Indeed,so many favorites of the stage did my brother and I admire that ordinary frames would not begin to hold them all,and to overcome this defect we had our bedroom entirely redecorated.The new scheme called for a gray wallpaper supported by a maroon dado.At the top of the latter ran two parallel black picture mouldings between which we could easily insert cabinet photographs of the actors and actresses which for the moment we thought most worthy of a place in our collection.As the room was fairly large and as the mouldings ran entirely around it,we had plenty of space for even our very elastic love for the heroes and heroines of the footlights.

Edwin Forrest ended his stage career just before our time,but I know that Richard at least saw him and heard that wonderful voice of thunder.It seems that one day,while my mother and Richard were returning home,they got on a street-car which already held the great tragedian.At the moment Forrest was suffering severely from gout and had his bad leg stretched well out before him.My brother,being very young at the time and never very much of a respecter of persons,promptly fell over the great man's gouty foot.Whereat (according to my mother,who was always a most truthful narrator)Forrest broke forth in a -->>

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