Lady Morgan's Memoirs; Autobiography, Diaries and Correspondence Volume 1

Lady Morgan's Memoirs; Autobiography, Diaries and Correspondence Volume 1

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863 edition. Excerpt: ...dodu mother--who looked like Moore himself in petticoats--received us with cordial kindness, and formed a strong contrast, with their dark heads and complexions, to the beautiful little Olivia Stephenson, whose loveliness is not yet effaced from the records of London fashion, as the beautiful Marchioness of Headfort, immortalized by the admiration of Lord Byron, and in after times one of the great ladies to whom Moore dedicated one of the books of his Irish Melodies. The women present were few, but all pretty; and the men eminent for their musical talent. I remember1 them all; Doctors Warren Ray, Wesley Doyle, and Mr. McCasky (the finest basso, except Lablache, I ever heard). At first it threatened to be the old story of the Beggars' Opera without Captain Macheath, for alas, there was no Moore! But late in the evening Moore came in from dining at the Provost house, with Croker and some other pets of the Provost's lady, for she was the queen of the Blues, in Dublin, at that time, though Mrs. Lefanu, Sheridan's sister, reigned vice-queen under her. Moore announced, at once, that he was on his way to a grand party, at Lady Antrim's, but sat down to the piano as though to execute the sole purpose of his mother's bidding. At Sir John's request, he first sang "Friend of my Soul." My sister and myself, two scrubby-headed and very ill-dressed little girls, stood niched in a corner close to the piano. My sister's tears dropped like dew--"Not touched but rapt, not wakened but inspired." Moore perceived our enthusiasm, and was, as he ever was, gratified by the musical sensibility of bis audience. His mother named us to him; he bowed, and sang again, "Will you come to the bower," a very improper song, by-the-bye, for more

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  • Paperback | 88 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 172g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236628756
  • 9781236628756