sts were constantly arising.
In these days Edwin Booth made his first appearance in Boston.
Our mwas Richelieu, and we had seen but little of Mr. Booth's part in it before we turned to each other amlet at the Boston, Later Lyrics, 1866.
Mr. Booth's manager asked her to write a play for the young tragedian.
She gladly consented; Booth himself came to see her; she found him modest, intellt drama, dreaming of the fine emphasis which Mr. Booth would give to its best passages and of the be it: Charlotte Cushman was to play Phaedra to Booth's Hippolytus.
Rehearsals began, the author's r actors.
My dear, said Miss Cushman, if Edwin Booth and I had done nothing more than stand uponmories cluster about the gracious figure of Edwin Booth.
He came often — for so shy and retiring ar mother wished Charles Sumner to see and know Booth.
One evening when the Senator was at the houstea. Made a rude speech on being asked to meet Booth.
Said: I don't know that I should care to mee