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immediately sees in her that powerful and proud
nature which bows before the public in the
consciousness that she will soon have them at her feet.
And then, while she reads, she forgets the public
and Fanny Kemble; and the listeners forget
themselves and Fanny Kemble, too; and both live,
breathe and are thrilled with horror, and
bewitched by the great dramatic scenes of life which
she conjures forth with her magic power. Her
figure is strong, though not large, and of English
plumpness; a countenance which, though not beautiful,
is yet fine, and particularly rich and excellent
in expression. Fanny Kemble was extremely amiable
and kind to me, sending me a complimentary
ticket for myself and a friend to her readings. Today
she read my favorite of all Shakespeare’s dramas,
Julius Caesar, and she read it in such a
way that it was almost more than I could endure.
In comparison with such glorious characters and
their lives, what existed around me, with myself
in the midst of it, seemed so poor, so trivial, so
colorless that it was painful to me.
Mr. Sumner, also, has entertained me for a
number of hours by reading to me various things,
and in particular some of Longfellow’s poems.
One day he read a story to me, in reality a poem in
prose, by Nathaniel Hawthorne, which gave me so
much pleasure that I must repeat it to you with
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