Identifier: autobiographyofj00injeff (find matches)
Title: The autobiography of Joseph Jefferson
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Jefferson, Joseph, 1829-1905
Subjects: Jefferson, Joseph, 1829-1905 Actors
Publisher: New York : Century Co.
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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ed at me withthe same old twinkle of mischief in his eye that Ihad remembered years ago, and said, pointing tothe opinions, You must have improved greatlysince we last met. Harry Perry was one of the handsomest men onthe stage, and a capital actor too. His animalspirits and personal magnetism, however, were theraw materials out of which his popularity wasmanufactured. In those parts that belonged to afarce light comedian he was quite unequaled.Youth, vivacity, and a ringing laugh made himaltogether one of the most captivating fellows inhis line. His figure was lithe and graceful, and,as was said of one of the old light comedians yearsago, he had a five-act comedy in each eye. On theoccasion I speak of he was quite intoxicated withhappiness, being in the height of a honeymoon.His bride was Miss Agnes Land,— now Mrs. AgnesBooth,— a young lady who had lately arrived fromAustralia, and whose talent and beauty combinedwith his own made them valuable members of thetheatrical profession.
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HARRY A. PERRV. Chapter IX IN AUSTRALIA, VAN DIEMENS LAND, ANDNEW ZEALAND From California to Australia—Sydney—Mel-bourjie— The Skeleton Dance— The Shepherd—An Australian Tragedy—A Terrible Audience— The Keans—A Chinese Theater ON the loth of September, 1861, I sailedfrom San Francisco in the fine ship Nim-rod, bound for Port PhilHp and the harborof Sydney. I had only my son, my agent, and myagents mother with me. There were two or threeother passengers besides ourselves, of one of whomI must make special mention : he was a Catholicpriest, a cheerful, pleasant man, named FatherOGrady. From California to Australia is what the sailorscall a fair-weather passage, most of it being madethrough the trade-winds. Our voyage was a pleas-ant, uneventful trip of fifty-seven days. I passedmost of the time in reading, sketching, and trying todivert Father OGrady from celibacy ; I told himhe was altogether too good a fellow for a single 232 THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY man, and assured him that

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