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Anne Mathews Jackson. 1839. Memoirs of Charles Mathews, Comedian, Vol. 3. London: Richard Bentley. Get it:
.I do think I meet with droller adventures than anybody else. At dinner yesterday, a foreigner told as droll a story, at which he almost choked with laughter, of the difficulties he had encountered to get to dinner at five o’clock. That he had left Hull that morning at six – the steamer was agoing to blow up I believe. However, he could not go on – “and we were all put ashore at Goole, and we were obliged to walk three miles up to our knees in mud, till we came to de ferry; and dere vas only von chaise, vich I took. Some of de players vas dere, and dey could not get on.”-“Was there a person there of the name of Willson?”[Mr. Mathews’s professional servant.-A.M.] said I.-“Oh, yes; a fittler, I believe. He is left too. Dey cannot get here to-night. Ha! ha! ha!” You may suppose my feelings. I sent away my plate, and was dandled up and down, with a sick stomach, in a sedan to the theatre, as soon as I could get one, expecting to have the mortification of dismissing the house. I have not time to tell the rest of the particulars; but as to my chaises, they arrived in time, a few minutes before seven, and the relief made me act in tip-top spirits.
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The ferry in question is the one at Booth/Boothferry from before the 1929 bridge.
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To Mrs. Mathews
York, December 20th, 1826
I was, last night, gloriously repaid for all my toils, and they were not trifling. On Monday night, I had one hour and a half at the table, and acted in “Before Breakfast” and “Jonathan;” travelled here yesterday, and acted “Youthful Days” and “Before Breakfast.” Rather tough work. To-night I rest my old bones. I dine at Belcombe’s. They go to the ball, and I read all alone.
I do think I meet with droller adventures than anybody else. At dinner, yesterday, a foreigner told, as droll, a story, at which he almost choked with laughter, of the difficulties he had encountered to get to dinner at five o’clock. That he had left Hull that morning at six – the steamer was agoing to blow up I believe; however, he could not go on – “and we were all put ashore at Goole, and we were obliged to walk three miles up to our knees in mud, till we came to de ferry; and dere vas only von chaise, vich I took. Some of de players vas dere, and dey could not get on.”-“Was there a person there of the name of Willson?”[Mathews’s professional servant] said I.-“Oh, yes; a fittler, I believe. He is left too. Dey cannot get here to-night. Ha! ha! ha!” You may suppose my feelings. I sent away my plate, and was dandled up and down, with a sick stomach, in a sedan to the theatre, as soon as I could get one, expecting to have the mortification of dismissing the house. I have not time to tell the rest of the particulars; but as to my chaises, they arrived in time, a few minutes before seven, and the relief made me act in tip-top spirits.
Having nothing further to say, I can only say, “If you loves me as I loves you,” why you are as affectionate as
C. MATHEWS.
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