The Story of My Life - Recollections and Reflections by Ellen Terry
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childhood always seem in memory much bigger and better than the buns
sold nowadays, but even allowing for the natural glamor which the years throw over buns and rooms, places and plays alike, I am quite certain that Charles Kean's productions of Shakespeare would astonish the modern critic who regards the period of my first appearance as a sort of dark-age in the scenic art of the theater. I have alluded to the beauty of Charles Kean's diction. His voice was also of a wonderful quality--soft and low, yet distinct and clear as a bell. When he played Richard II. the magical charm of this organ was alone enough to keep the house spellbound. His vivid personality made a strong impression on me. Yet others only remember that he called his wife "Delly," though she was Nelly, and always spoke as if he had a cold in his head. How strange! If I did not understand what suggested impressions so different from my own, they would make me more indignant. "Now who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive. Ten who in ears and eyes Match me; they all surmise, They this thing, and I that: Whom shall my soul believe?" What he owed to Mrs. Kean, he would have been the first to confess. In many ways she was the leading spirit in the theater; at the least, a joint ruler, not a queen-consort. During the rehearsals Mr. Kean used to sit in the stalls with a loud-voiced dinner-bell by his side, and when anything went wrong on the stage, he would ring it ferociously, and everything would come to a stop, until Mrs. Kean, who always sat on the |
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