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Full text of "Memoirs Of Joseph Grimaldi"

MEMOIRS OE JOSEPH GILLHAXDI.

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liveries, and the whole scene was so totally different from any-
thing he had anticipated that he was thoroughly bewildered, and
actually began to doubt the reality of what he saw. The polite-
ness of the gentlemen, and the graceful ease of the ladies, how-
ever, soon restored his self-possession; while the delicious
flavour of the wines and dishes convinced hiin that with respect
to that part of the business, at all events, he was labouring*
under no delusion.

In eating, drinking, singing, and story-telling, the night wore
on till past five o'clock, when he was at length suffered to
return home. A recital of all the circumstances astonished his
wife not a little; and he was quite as much amazed at recol-
lecting what he had seen, as she at hearing of it.

A few days afterward, Mackintosh called again; hoped he
had enjoyed himself, was delighted to hear he had, and bore an
invitation for the next night.

To this Grimaldi urged all the objections he had before men-
tioned, and added to them an expression of his unwillingness
to leave his wife at home. Mr. Mackintosh, with great fore-
thought, had mentioned this in Charlotte-street; he was com-
missioned to invite her, Mrs. Farmer trusting she would come in
a friendly way and excuse the formality of her calling.

"Well, there was no resisting this; so Grimaldi and his wife
went to Charlotte-street next night, and there were the rooms,
and the six ladies and the six gentlemen, and the chandeliers,
and the wax-lights, and the liveries, and, what was more to the
purpose than all, the supper, all over again.

There were several other parties after this; and then the six
ladies and the six gentlemen would come and see Mr. Grimaldi
at his own house,—whereat Mrs. Grimaldi was rather vexed,
inasmuch as they had not one quarter so many spoons as the
Charlotte-street people, and no chandeliers at all. However,
they were polite enough to say, that they had never spent a
more delightful evening; and as they talked and laughed very time, a grand ballet of action, entitled "The Ogre and Little Thumb; or,