ABSTRACT
During all the stresses and disappointments of his father’s theatrical ventures, Richard Brinsley Sheridan had been growing up. He was only seven and had been under his mother’s guidance and care only very intermittently, when his father had made his final wordy exit from the Dublin stage. But though Richard Brinsley Sheridan was still of tender age when his father was enduring his various set-backs, and probably did not fully understand what was afoot, there is surely no doubt but that he had, from his worthy and wordy father, what may be termed in the vernacular a ‘belly-full’ in the years to come.
