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must, I suppose, remain forever an added mystery to the clouded working of the law.
The tragedy into which my name was dragged, unconscious though I was of the existence of its perpetrator, occurred soon after. I allude to the mournful event which created so much sensation at the time, when a young and attractive girl, imagining her lover attached to me, wounded him and killed herself, after having sought in vain to take my life. Many of those early days were as fraught with danger and excitement as with discomfort and weariness. I have often smiled at the general belief that my path has been one of roses.
During a visit to Canada, while resting in Toronto before beginning a week's engagement, I heard a grand opera for the first time. My pleasure in the music was so great that I had to be constantly reminded not to rise and cry out with enthusiasm. The operas were " Faust," "Trovatore" (old-fashioned, yet ever fresh), and " Martha." Brignoli in the leading roles was admirable, though he had, through growing obesity, lost much of the grace which for many years had made him such an idol with women. His fresh, beautiful, and impassioned voice soon swept one