then starts out for a tour of Bond Street, Oxford Street, Regent Street, and the neighbourhood, returning in three or four hours' time. Fussie once belonged to poor Fred Archer, and was given to Mr. Irving by Miss Terry. Miss Terry was at Newmarket one day going over stables, and Fred Archer gave her a little pup, which was appropriately christened Fussie. Mr. Irving assured me that if he went to America and forgot to take the little terrier, the latter would swim the Atlantic after him! Fussie specially sat to Miss Ellen Terry for the photo. reproduced. He was "caught" in the act of carrying his master's walking-stick.
John Philip Kemble's shield.
From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry.
At the far end of the study is a great glass, which reaches from the floor to the ceiling. Against this lean a number of swords, all suggestive of interest, and many walking-sticks. The sword Edmund Kean wore as Richard III. is in a crimson velvet scabbard; another is David Garrick's sword; and here is the one used by Mr. Irving as Hamlet for 200 nights, the crape with which it is covered being almost in tatters. There are a score of walking-sticks. One of them belonged to the late Frank Marshall, a cane he carried for years.
Then Mr. Irving sat down in his chair—a chair of incomparable comfort. We spent the afternoon together in "looking back." He spoke with earnestness about everything, and with gentleness about everybody. He seemed to me to always think before he spoke. His work has long ago told of the scholarly artist which he is, but you begin to understand it better after you have met the man.
"Fussie."
From a Photo. by Miss Ellen Terry.
One would like to write much about his brilliant career, a life which he has used to elevate the profession, of which he is the head, into the place it now occupies in the estimation of the public. Mr. Irving lives, and has lived, for his art; it will surely live after him. Suffice it now to talk about the many pleasant incidents of a well-spent day—which only ended when I said "goodbye" to him at the theatre late at night—and with them. something of the work he has done.
John Henry Brodribb was born at Keinton, near Glastonbury, on February 6th, 1838. Although Irving was adopted as his nom de théâtre, it is now his legal name, he having had letters patent granted to him for this purpose. He passed the early years of his boyhood in Cornwall. At eleven years of age
