GTON. [Handwritten: Mr. Charles Dickens]

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TO CONCLUDE WITH THE FARCE, IN ONE ACT, ENTITLED

=DEAF AS A POST.=

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MRS. PLUMPLEY. [Handwritten: Mrs. Torrens]
AMY TEMPLETON. [Handwritten: Mrs. Charles Dickens!!!!!!!!]
SOPHY WALTON. [Handwritten: Mrs. Perry.]
SALLY MAGGS. [Handwritten: Miss Griffin]

CAPTAIN TEMPLETON. [Handwritten: Captain Torrens]
MR. WALTON. [Handwritten: Captain Willoughby.]
TRISTRAM SAPPY. [Handwritten: Doctor Griffin]
CRUPPER. [Handwritten: Lord Mulgrave]
GALLOP. [Handwritten: Mr. Charles Dickens.]

MONTREAL, May 24, 1842. GAZETTE OFFICE.

"But only think of Kate playing! and playing devilish well, I assure
you! All the ladies were capital, and we had no wait or hitch for an
instant. You may suppose this, when I tell you that we began at eight,
and had the curtain down at eleven. It is their custom here, to prevent
heart-burnings in a very heart-burning town, whenever they have played
in private, to repeat the performances in public. So, on Saturday
(substituting, of course, real actresses for the ladies), we repeat the
two first pieces to a paying audience, for the manager's benefit. . . .

"I send you a bill, to which I have appended a key.

"I have not told you half enough. But I promise you I shall make you
shake your sides about this play. Wasn't it worthy of Crummles that when
Lord Mulgrave and I went out to the door to receive the
Governor-general, the regular prompter followed us in agony with four
tall candlesticks with wax candles in them, and besought us with a
bleeding heart to carry two apiece, in accordance with all the
precedents? . . .

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"I have hardly spoken of our letters, which reached us yesterday,
shortly before the play began. A hundred thousand thanks for your
delightful mainsail of that gallant little packet. I read it again and
again; and had it all over again at breakfast-time this morning. I heard
also, by the same ship, from Talfourd, Miss Coutts, Brougham, Rogers,
and others. A delicious letter from Mac too, as good as his painting, I
swear. Give my hearty love to him. . . . God bless you, my dear friend.
As the time draws nearer, we get FEVERED with anxiety for home. . . .
Kiss our darlings for us. We sha