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Full text of "Memoirs Of Joseph Grimaldi"

3IEMOIKS OF JOSEPH GKBTAIDI.                        107

•windows of which, on. the first floor, a gentleman was gazing
into the street. He was a particularly tall, big man, wearing a
military frock and immense mustachios, and eyeing the people
below with an air of much dignity and grandeur. The jester's
eyes no sooner fell upon this personage than he practised a
variety of devices to attract his attention, such as coughing
violently, sneezing, raising the window of the chaise and letting
it fall again with a great noise, and tapping loudly at the door.
At length he clapped his hands and accompanied the action with a
shrill scream; upon which the big man looked down from his ele-
vation with a glare of prof bund scorn, mingled with some surprise.
Their eyes no sooner met, than the man in the chaise assumed a
most savage and unearthly expression of countenance, which
gave him all the appearance of an infuriated maniac. After
grimacing in a manner sufficiently uncouth to attract the sole
and undivided attention of the big man, he suddenly produced
the pistol from his pocket, and, pretending to take a most accu-
rate aim at the warrior's person, cocked it and placed his hand
upon the trigger.

The big man's face grew instantly blanched; he put his hands
to his head, made a step, or rather stagger back, and instantly
disappeared, having either fallen or thrown himself upon the
floor. The friend put his pistol in his pocket without the most
remote approach to a smile or the slightest change of coun-
tenance, and Grrimaldi sank down to the bottom of the chaise
nearly suffocated with laughter.

At Gravesend they parted, the friend going on. in the same
chaise to Dover, and Grimaldi, after transacting the business
which brought him from town, returning to play at the theatre
at night; all recollection even of the " Dartford Blues" fading
as he passed through the town in Ms way home, before the
exploits of Ms merry friend, wMch afforded Mm matter for
diversion until he reached London., occasionally withdrawing his head from,