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The Daily Dispatch: June 6, 1861., [Electronic resource] 2 0 Browse Search
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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 17., An old Medford school boy's reminiscences. (search)
academy of Mr. Day on Forest street, successor to John Angier. He gave us good instruction, but his school was very small and could not give us the habit of forceful recital and expression which the great Boston Latin school gave its pupils. However, we all got into Harvard (1845), but were for a time astonished and handicapped by the nerve of the little chaps from the Latin school. Other schools need noting, where we were taught dancing, singing and drawing, all by private tutors. Mrs. Barrymore came out weekly from Boston to teach a class in dancing in the Day Academy. To it came Helen Porter from the George Porter house across Forest street; Catherine and Rebecca Adams, daughters of Deacon Adams, came from the slope of Winter Hill; Susan Emily Porter came from the Royall farm. She was our best dancer. She later married Mr. Cunningham of Baltimore. Amelia and Caroline Blanchard, daughters of Capt. Andrew Blanchard, came from the house shown on the outside of the Historical
Sheridan's downfall. --One of the causes of Sheridan's downfall — so far as money was concerned — was his extreme indolence and utter negligence. He trusted far too much to his ready wit and rapid genius. Thus, when "Pizarro" was to appear, day by day went by, and nothing was done. On the night of representation only four acts of five were written, and even these had not been rehearsed, the principal performers, Mrs. Siddons, Charles Kemble and Barrymore, having only just received their parts. Sheridan was up in the prompter's room actually writing the fifth act while the first was being performed, and every now and then appeared in the green-room with a fresh relay of dialogue, and setting all in good humor by his abuse of his own negligence. In spite of this "Pizarro" succeeded. He seldom wrote except at night, and surrounded by a profusion of lights. Wine was his great stimulant in composition, as it has been to better and worse authors. "If the thought is slow to com