The Story of My Life - Recollections and Reflections by Ellen Terry
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in that ugly room, while downstairs Kate played the "Moonlight Sonata."
I caught up the stitches in time to the notes! This was the period when, though every one was kind, I hated my life, hated every one and everything in the world more than at any time before or since. III ROSSETTI, BERNHARDT, IRVING 1865-1867 Most people know that Tom Taylor was one of the leading playwrights of the 'sixties as well as the dramatic critic of _The Times_, editor of _Punch_, and a distinguished Civil Servant, but to us he was more than this--he was an institution! I simply cannot remember when I did not know him. It is the Tom Taylors of the world who give children on the stage their splendid education. We never had any education in the strict sense of the word, yet, through the Taylors and others, we _were_ educated. Their house in Lavender Sweep was lovely. I can hardly bear to go near that part of London now, it is so horribly changed. Where are its green fields and its chestnut-trees? We were always welcome at the Taylors', and every Sunday we heard music and met interesting people--Charles Reade among them. Mrs. Taylor had rather a hard outside--she was like Mrs. Charles Kean in that respect--and I was often frightened out of my life by her; yet I adored her. She was in reality the most tender-hearted, sympathetic woman, and what an admirable |
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