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“I feel very stronglv about givls going on to the stage,” sard Miss "Terry, quictlv. = They talk so ghbly about it stand 1t oa bitt T look upon going on the stage as a divine mission amission intended for the few and not the many. You can’t feac/ acting. 1L 1s the same as evervthing

wing 1soa o giftt a o precious

cift, which must he highly cultivated, and those who possess 1t can’t go and tie their talent up ina napkin cnd bury it in the ground. 1t must

it e/l come out. I examine lots of cils o clocution how few of them possess the one thing needful.”

But the contents of the httle silver teapot were all gone, the eream the jug at a premium, and the sultana cake a thing of the past. Sowe went mto the house, and a pile of Tetters

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As “orvia”

('I'he Vicar of Wakeficeld,)

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was brought out. These are some of the missives which fall to the lot of a great and popular actress 1-—

“Madam,—T am o pgentleman, althougzh

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hut they don’t under-

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M AGAZINL,

aclergyman’s son. [ere s another:

“ Dear Madam, 1 have just been offered a position of clerk in Manchester. T cannot afford a ticket from Tondon. T should like to go on a bievele. Will you, dear madam, give me one, and, if you will, will you do a

Will you Iend me £827

[ Window & Grove.

(The Amber Heart.)

double-barrelled kindness and buy it at my brother's shop ? ”

“Then,” said Miss Terry, T have any number of letters from people who want (o dress me at the theatre for nothing, creatures b They hittle know what 1s in store fer them. “Lizzie” ~her name 15 Julia, so I suppose that's why T eall her Lizzie - Lizzie has heen my maid at the theatre for fourteen years, and I haven’t quite killed her yet !

Birthday presents ! On her birthdav flowers are arriving at Barkston Gardens all day long ves, and fruit and vegetables, too. Many old market women know her, and with reason o and when the 27th of Valentine's month comes round they like to send their litde presents. Miss Terry might have read,

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