206 A FEW MEMORIES
her invitation she promised us " a time with the primroses and nightingales." And, indeed, the woods looked as though they were carpeted with delicate yellow velvet, so thick were these most lovely wild flowers, while the air was alive with the song of the nightingale. We did not meet frequently, but always greeted each other as friends. She used to say that our work had made us such. Her sudden death was a shock and grief to all who had come into her gentle presence. She had been to the theatre but a week or two before she died, and the last thing she ever wrote for publication was her article on the play she then saw—our production of " The Winter's Tale " in London.
After a very successful fortnight in Edinburgh and Glasgow we ended our tour at Dublin.
Among my pleasant souvenirs of that visit is the courtesy shown us by the Prince and Princess Edward Saxe-Weimar. The public was kinder than ever. After dragging our carriage through the streets, some thousands of warm-hearted Irishmen assembled under my window and sang " Come back to Erin, mavourneen, mavourneen." After the song they remained in front of the hotel until I appeared upon the balcony and