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An Old Actor's Story.

The best night of my life ? That's easily told, If by best you mean Wheu I made the most gold. 'Twas in forty-nine, When driven by fate, I followed the swim, Through the Golden Gate, And lauded in 'FriEco Dead bioke, bet your life, With only my toga, a kid, And my wife. Luck was against us. No place to be had: We swiftly were sinking From worse to the bad, And further and harder (j rew life in its lines', Till we thought of a snap To tako in the mines : So off with scant wardrobe Wo merrily slid— My wife and J, And the wco little kid. Rough placts we played in, To a very great crowd; If free were tho comments, Their applause was loud; The little they'd noticed Acting superhuman, They were wrapt heart and soul In anything woman: So we played variety, Sang and'danced as they bid, While behind blankets Slumbered the kid. We were doing our best, Each posing as stars, When suddenly rang out A plaintive " Mamma"; And men laughed and cheered, Stamped, clapped their hands Loud enough to have drowned A dozen brass bands; And there before all To my intense surprise The kid toddled towards ua With his fists id his eyes. Talk of plays drawing tears! Of the power of art! They are feeble to Mature In reaching the heart; And miners who long Lived lonely and tried Thought of home and their loved ones, And as children cried, Their coin flew in showers From out purses old, And mother and kid Were near smothered, with gold,

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An Old Actor's Story., Evening Star, Issue 7952, 6 July 1889, Supplement

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An Old Actor's Story. Evening Star, Issue 7952, 6 July 1889, Supplement