Some account of Mr Jabberjee's experiences at the Westminster Play.
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Being forearmed by editorial beneficence with ticket of admission to theatrical entertainment by adolescent students at Westminster College, I presented myself at the scene of acting in a state of liveliest and frolicsome anticipation on a certain Wednesday evening in the month of December last, about 7.20 p.m.
At the summit of the stairs I was received by a posse of polite and stalwart striplings in white kids, who, after abstracting large circular orifice from my credentials, ordered me to ascend to a lofty gallery, where, on arriving, I found every chair pre-occupied, and moreover was restricted to a prospect of the backs of numerous juvenile heads, while expected to remain the livelong evening on the tiptoe of expectation and Shank's mare!
This for a while I endured submissively from native timidity and retirement, until my bosom boiled over at the sense of "Civis Romanus sum" and, descending to the barrier, I harangued the wicket-keeper with great length and fervid eloquence, informing him that I was graduate of
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