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Text for Page 192 [12-26-1859]

with Jim and others.     Mrs Thomson came
up and shook hands, all I had to do with her
the whole evening.   Fanny had got her hair a la
mad-cap, Mercy Peckniffish, all curls, looked
much as usual, rather older.      Grace with her
long fair hair grown luxuriant again and worn
in long curls, looked pretty, except when she laughed,
she has a big mouth. �Ella� long-nosed and con-
temptuous, an obnoxious girl generally. (The only
good thing I know of her is her capacity for draw-
ing, a capacity uncultivated.)    The three sat
in a row, both before and when the chairs were
placed for the audience, Mrs Thomson beside Fan-
ny and Mrs Edwards, civil, hospitable, but not
exceeding it one jot, to the party.    Devil an
inch of recognition of or by me.   I enjoyed myself
throughout the entire proceedings with not a grain
of admission of their presence.        The audience ar-
ranged, Sally took her seat at the piano as or-
chestra, to be superseded during the first act
by a professional, engaged for the occasion.    The
curtain rises and little Ned Nichols in spangled
turban and Turkish dress, advances to Jack�s foot-
lights and recites Morris prologue.    Applause.  Then
the play, of the detail of which I shall write no-
thing here, as I�ve done it in print for the Cou
rier.       It was an immense success; could not
have gone off better.     Nast was extraordinary               
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