being obliged to dine at Linley's; have been at the
rehearsal of a new tragedy in prose, a most affecting
play, in which I have a part I like very much. I
believe my next character will be Zara in the Mourning
Bride. My friend Pratt was, I believe in my soul, as
much agitated, and is as much rejoiced as myself. As
I know it will give you pleasure, I venture to assure
you I never in my life heard such peals of applause.
I thought they would not have suffered Mr. Packer to
end the play. Oh! how I wished for you last night,
to share a joy which was too much for me to bear
alone! My poor husband was so agitated that he
durst not venture near the house. I enclose an epilogue
which my good friend wrote for me, but which
I could not, from excessive fatigue of mind and body,
speak. Never, never let me forget his goodness to me.
I have suffered tortures for (of?) the unblest these
three days and nights past, and believe I am not in
perfect possession of myself at present; therefore
excuse, my dear Mr. Whalley, the incorrectness of
this scrawl, and accept it as the first tribute of love
(after the first decisive moment) from your ever
grateful and truly affectionate, S. Siddons."
On the next night her success was even greater. The lobbies were lined with crowds of ladies and gentlemen "of the highest fashion." Lady Shelburne, Lord North the politician, Lady Essex, Mr. Sheridan and the Linley family weeping in his box, and hosts of others.
She very soon began to reap substantial benefits from her success.
"I should be afraid to say," she continues, "how many times Isabella was repeated successively, with still increasing favour. I was now highly gratified
