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CHAPTER VIII
WHILE on my way to England—to a new chapter in my stage life—I could not help reviewing the old one, of eight years, which I had just finished. The retrospect brought as much pain as pleasure. The chief good my 'work had accomplished, I felt, was the assurance, verbally and by letter, from many young men and women that the examples of such characters as Parthenia, Ion, and Evadne, in particular, had helped them in their daily lives, and strengthened them in moments of despondency and temptation. Their gratitude to me, as the humble exponent of these roles, was my most valued applause; for it proved that, in a measure, I had fulfilled the vocation, so long ago dreamed of, in undertaking a dramatic career. My efforts had, as a rule, been successful; but the strain of constant travel, the absence of home comforts in the ever-changing hotels, the responsibility of rehearsals, support, stage • management, and, above all, the extreme publicity of the life,