The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1868-03-20

Fanny Kemble gives her last Shakspeariau
reading, for the present. on Saturday morning.
She will then 60 TO Philadelphia, after which it
Western cities, possibly including Louisville.
fter that she will again return 10 New York, and
after series of farewell readings, 60 back to
England, where, il is said, she intends to spend
the remainder Of her days.
Her readings here have drawn around her much
of the intellect and fashion Of the city. Clergy
men, lawyers, literary men, actors and actresses
have crowded around her as to an instructress In
elocuton and II h really wonderful TO see how
she can bold some fifteen hundred persons, night
after night, spell-bound, as it were, not 80 much
by her reading merely. as by her superb acting.
Thus fer, her cash receipts have averaged $1,000
per night.
But this is Fanny Kemble as she appears in
public. The gossips say the Fanny kemoIe " be-
hind the scenes" alas, Is a somewhat different
parsonage, and IL the say - is true, II only goes
to show that after all none Of MS in this world Is
few days ago she was in Philadelphia and
stopped at a leading hotel in Chestnut street.
Ringing the bell she informed the waiting maid
Il at she had certain articles Of wearing apparel
which needed the attention OF the laundry. The
order was at once executed.
In the course Of an hour or so later the bell
rung again, and the waiting maid was resum-
moned TO the imperial presence.
tonight said the divine Fanny, in the impera-
tive mood, aud you will oblige me by informing
Mr.. - (hote clerk) accordingly"
Yes, num-" said the waiting maid, and with
drew.
The hotel clerk, however, couldn't see II. It
would take twenty.four hours, at least, to have
Mrs. KS toggery put through the laundry; but
knowing what sort Of a customer he had 70 deal
with he speedily made up his mind what to do.
Ringing the Office bell, a couple Of stalwart men
servants appeared.
John Patrickl Go down stairs into the
laundry and ask for Mrs: Kembles clothes. You
viii find them in the washtnb, wet want you to
carry that tub clothes and all, just as Il Is, up
into room No. :, and leave 1t there. Pay no
attention to what the LADY may say. Set down
the tub as respectfully as you know how, then
come away about your business"
Gan right" said the twain. "Bedad," added
Pat, lit shall be done jst as yez says"
In about the same time that it has taken to
write this, the washtub containipg the unwrung
wearing apparel Of "the last of the Kemblesp had
been conveyed mp stairs, and. per instructions,
deposited In her room. The lady's feelings under
the circumstances can be more easily imagined
than described. Her rage exceeded all bounds,
and for a few moments she was positively speech
less.
As soon as she could regain utter rance. stamping
her foot, she exclaimed, in q voice that made
Patrick and Johns hair stand on end:
g What the hi is this What does all this
| meanW 5
But before she could ascertain what the HI II
was, or what il all meant, the washtub brigade
had executed @ retrograde movement and LETT the
lovely Fanny, like the corpse OF Sir John Moore
| "Alone in its lhel) glory
| have never heard the sequel Of the story; but
there's Chestnut street legend to the elect that
at about dark that same evening carriage with
| two solitary horses. might be seen vending its
| way from the Continental Hotel, with q huge
-wasbtub strapped on behind, containing it is ion
| possible to say how many unutterable things,'
all bound in the direction of a private boarding
| house. where washing and ironing could be done
| il need be. at moments notice."
| Was nQiouC Democrat.