On Monday Evening May 1st, we gave the last indoor representation, in the presence of a vast and one of the most enthusiastic audiences I ever appeared before; bouquets were presented to various members of the company and when I appeared I met with one of the warmest receptions of my life: bouquets were thrown, handed and carried into the arena to me while the vast audience cheered, waved hats, umbrellas and handkerchiefs, jumped upon their feet, and in fact the scene was very suggestive of a pandemonium. It was fully five minutes before the noise subsided sufficiently to enable us to proceed with the performance.
Every act went with a rush and a cheer, and was received by cries of “bravo,” “well done,” etc. At the close of the exhibition calls were made for Red Shirt and myself, in response to which I thanked my patrons and assured them that the recollection of that evening’s display of kindness would ever be fresh in my memory. Cries of “bravo Bill” and the singing of “For he’s a jolly good fellow” by the entire audience brought the demonstration to a close.
On Tuesday afternoon I was given a benefit by the racecourse people, on which occasion I concluded to give our outdoor performance on the race-course and despite the