218 MEMOIKS OF JOSEPH GEIMA1DI.
He dressed himself in an old livery coat with immense pockets,
and a huge cocked hat; both were, of course, over his clown's
costume. At his back, he carried a basket laden with carrots
and turnips; stuffed a duck into each pocket, leaving their
heads hanging out; carried the pig under one arm, and the
goose under the other. Thus fitted and attired, he presented
himself to the audience, and was received with roars of laughter.
His songs were all encored—" Tippitywitchit" three times, and
the hit was most decided. The house was full to the ceiling,
and it was equally full on the following night, when he played
Scaramouch; the third night was as good as any of the pre-
ceding ; and the fourth, which terminated his engagement,
was as successful as the rest. Just as he was going on the stage
on this last evening, and had even taken up Ms "properties"
for that purpose, a note was put into his hands, which was
dated that morning, and had just arrived from London, whence
it had been despatched with all possible speed. He opened it
hastily, and read, in the hand of an intimate friend,
"DEAB.JOE,—They have announced you to play to-morrow
night at Covent Garden; and as they know you have not
returned from Birmingham, I fear it is done to injure you.
Lose not a moment, but start immediately on the receipt of
He instantly ran to Mr. Hacready, and showing him the
letter, told him, that, although he was very sorry to disappoint
Ms Birmingham friends, he could not stop to play.
" Not stop to play !" echoed 'the manager : " why, my good
fellow, they will pull the house down. You must stop to play,
and post up to London afterwards. I'll take care that a chaise
and four are waiting for you at the stage-door, and that every-
thing shall be ready for you to start, the moment you have
finished your business."ng of the curtain,