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prince whose humanity destroy our idea of
his spiritual nature.
Booth's less impassioned characters were like
the flowing of a mighty river unruffled by
winds and torrents. His Reuben Glenroy bore
the aspect of the floral landscape slightly
bending to the passing storm---it had all the
flow of manly passion entwined with his virtues.
Booth's face in repose bore a pleasing so-
lemnity of expression. In acting as if aware
of his pigmy stature he would at times straight-
en his frame as if in aid of his mental work-
ings or to aid any replication he was about to
make in dialogue. On or off the stage his face
ever bore the aspect of perturbedness---a rest-
less anxiety of soul ever seeking to expand
to emerge into objects flitting in his imagina-
tion. His organs of expression were matchless.
The facile play of his countenance when elo-
quently declaiming or in ironical disquisition
or if we may so call it one of his speaking
pauses where his expression received a double
impulse all these rapidly flitting passions of
human nature accompanied by his well modu-
lated voice enforcing masterly delivery elimi-
nated the passions of every complexion to the
delight of the auditor. | p. 221182.
prince whose humanity destroy our idea of
his spiritual nature.
Booth's less impassioned characters were like
the flowing of a mighty river unruffled by
winds and torrents. His Reuben Glenroy bore
the aspect of the floral landscape slightly
bending to the passing storm---it had all the
flow of manly passion entwined with his virtues.
Booth's face in repose bore a pleasing so-
lemnity of expression. In acting as if aware
of his pigmy stature he would at times straight-
en his frame as if in aid of his mental work-
ings or to aid any replication he was about to
make in dialogue. On or off the stage his face
ever bore the aspect of perturbedness---a rest-
less anxiety of soul ever seeking to expand
to emerge into objects flitting in his imagina-
tion. His organs of expression were matchless. |
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