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350                          MEMOIRS OP JOSEPH GEIMALDI.

On the llth of December, a friend came to his house as he
•was sitting by his wife's bed, to -which she was confined by
illness, and when, with much difficulty, he had descended to the
parlour, told him with great care and delicacy that his son was

In one instant every feeling of decrepitude or bodily weakness
left him; Ms limbs recovered their original vigour; all his
lassitude and debility vanished; a difficulty of breathing, under
which he had long laboured, disappeared, and starting from his
seat, he rushed to his wife's chamber, tearing, without the least
difficulty, up a flight of stairs, -which, a quarter of an hour
before, it had taken him ten muriates to climb. He hurried to
her bed-side, told her that her son was dead, heard her first
passionate exclamation of grief, and falling into a chair, was
once again an enfeebled and crippled old man.

The remains of the young man were interred, a few days
afterwards, in the burial-ground of "Whitfield's Tabernacle, in
Tottenham-court-road; but some circumstances, apparently of
a suspicious nature, being afterwards rumoured about, and it
being whispered that marks of blows had been seen upon his
head by those who laid him out, an inquest was holden upon
the young man's body. Grimaldi states that the body was ex-
humed : from some passages in the newspapers of the day, it
would appear that an informal inquest was held, and that the
body was not disinterred. Be this as it may, it was proved
before the coroner that his death had arisen from the natural
consequences of a mis-spent life; that his body was covered
with a fearful inflammation, and that he had died in a state of
wild and furious madness, rising from his bed and dressing
himself in stage costume to act snatches of the parts to which he
had been most accustomed, and requiring to be held down to die,
by strong manual force. This closing scene of his life took
place at a public house in Pitt-street, Tottenham-court-road,
and here the dismal tragedy ended.d evaporated.y new house are now complete, and I shall very soon be able