Yet because things written at the time are considered
by some people to be more reliable than those written years afterwards
when memory calls in imagination to her help, I have hunted up a few
passages from my diaries between 1887 and 1901; and now I give them in
the raw for what they are worth--in my opinion nothing!
_July 1887._--E.B.-J. (Sir Edward Burne-Jones) sent me a picture he
has painted for me--a troop of little angels.
_August 2._--(We were in Scotland.) Visited the "Blasted Heath."
Behold a flourishing potato field! Smooth softness everywhere. We
must blast our own heath when we do Macbeth!
_November 29._---(We were in America.) Matinee "Faust"--Beecher
Memorial. The whole affair was the strangest failure. H.I. himself
took heaps of tickets, but the house was half empty.
The following Saturday.--Matinee "Faust." House crammed. Why
couldn't they have come when it was to honor Beecher?
_January 1890._--In answer to some one who has said that Henry had
all his plays written for him, he pointed out that of twenty-eight
Lyceum productions only three were written "for" him--"Charles I.,"
"Eugene Aram," and "Vanderdecken.
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