ABSTRACT
For myself I am almost glad that you have not (if you have not) dramatic talent. How many mortifications and heart aches would that entail on you. Managers to be consulted; players to be humoured; the best pieces that were ever written negatived, and returned to the author’s hands. If these are all got over, then you have to encounter the caprice of a noisy, insolent and vulgar-minded audience, whose senseless non-fiat shall in a moment turn the labour of a year into nothing. 1
