is hopelessly insane, confined at Bedlam Asylum, No one' knew how it hup-pened. Suddenly a few years ago, about four I think, the bright little lady disappeared from the public gaze. She was reported as having done many irresponsible things. The next we heard she was at Bedlam, her mind distorted and melancholy possessing her. One living thing she loved and clung to her—a canary bird,—a beautiful singer whom she still takes care of with jealous zeal. Money was raised to make the life of this public favourite a little more luxurious, and efforts were made for her mental recovery, but it was quite hopeless, and she' is year by year less sane, and has developed a snarlish distrust of the world, quite foreign to her former sunny optimism. What can be more sad than this tragic curtain to the career of a bonnie comedian? But let us turn to hoppier thoughts.
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