HUMOURS OF A DUBLIN AUDIENCE.

Kumara Times, Issue 512, 18 May 1878, Page 2

HUMOURS OF A DUBLIN AUDIENCE.

The humours of a Dublin audience, much as I had heard of them before going to Ireland, suprised and diverted me very much. The second night of our acting there, we found the carriage surrounded by a crowd eagerly waiting for our coming out. As soon as my father appeared there was a shout of “ Three cheers for Misther Charles!” then came Dali, and “ Three cheers for Mistress Charles !” then I, and “ Three cheers for Miss Fanny ! ” “ Bedad, she looks well by gaslight!” exclaimed one of my admirers, “ Och, and bedad; she looks well by daylight too !” retorted another, though what his oppoi’tunitv for forming that flattering opinion of the genuineness of my good looks had been I cannot imagine. What further remarks passed upon us I do not know, as we drove off laughing, and left our friends still vociferously cheering. My father told us one day -of his being followed up Sackville-street by two beggarwomen, between whom the following dialogue passed, evidently with a view to his edification ; “ Och, but he’s an iligant man, is Misther Char-les Kemble!” “ An” deed, so was his brudhev Misther John, thin, a moighty foine man ! and to see his deraanour, puttin liis hand in his pocket and given’ me sixpence, bate all the worrld ! ?? Lord C—, whose tall figure and prominent teeth were well known to the pauper population of Dublin, having told a tiresome old beggar, who was pursuing him to “go along,” received the agreeable rejoinder, “ Ah f go ’long wid your own self; ye’re like an old comb ; all back and i taath ?” When I was acting Lady I Townley, in the scene where her hnsband complains of her late hours and 1 she insolently retorts, “1 won’t come 1 home till 4 to-morrow morning,” and ; receives the startling reply with which ' Lord Townley leaves her, “ Then, j madamc, you shall never come home again,” I was apt to stand for a moment : aghast at this threat; and one night during this pause of breathless dismay, : one of my gallery auditors, thinking, I suppose, that .1 was wauling in proper spirit not to make some rejoinder, exclaimed, jSow thin, Fanny !” which very nearly upset the gravity produced

by vny father’s impressive exit, both in me nud in the audience.—Mrs Kemble, in the Atlantic Monthly.