_Chronicle for March._
After performing at Sheffield and Manchester, we have moved to
Liverpool, Preston, and Lancaster. Another change in this weathercock of
a girl. She has written no more letters to Michael Vanstone; and she has
become as anxious to make money as I am myself. We are realizing large
profits, and we are worked to death. I don't like this change in her:
she has a purpose to answer, or she would not show such extraordinary
eagerness to fill her purse. Nothing I can do--no cooking of accounts;
no self-presented testimonials--can keep that purse empty. The success
of the Entertainment, and her own sharpness in looking after her
interests, literally force me into a course of comparative honesty. She
puts into her pocket more than a third of the profits, in defiance of my
most arduous exertions to prevent her. And this at my age! this after my
long and successful career as a moral agriculturist! Marks of admiration
are very little things; but they express my feelings, and I put them in
freely.