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So thought honest Cibber, and wrote at leisure to his Virginia

acquaintance It made s, for he had naught to do with the destinies of Darden's Audrey

'Twas almost summer before there careenroom, between the acts of "The Provoked Husband"

Mrs Oldfield read it over their shoulders, and vowed that 'twas a

story; nay, more, in her next scene there was awith the vivacity of her lines

Darden's Audrey had to do with Virginia, not London; with the winter,

never more the summer It is not kno acceptable her Monimia, her

Belvidera, her Isabella, would have been to London playgoers Perhaps they

would have received theht or ht

not have dwelt upon the speaking eye, the slow, exquisite smile hich

she made more sad her saddest utterances, the wild charm of her mirth, her

power to ic

splendor in which, when the bolt had fallen, converged all the pathos,

beauty, and tenderness of her earlier scenes

A Virginian of that winter, writing of her, had written thus; but then Williah was not London,

nor its playhouse Drury Lane Perhaps upon that ruder stage, before an