Edwin Booth writes to James Lorimer Graham apologizing for not writing sooner. Booth writes of family matters and his plans for the upcoming season. He signs his letter "Big B."
Edwin Booth expresses his regrets to James Lorimer Graham for their early departure from Graham's home the night before. Booth signs his letter as "Big B."
Edwin Booth encloses for James Lorimer Graham a note brought to him by Henrietta. Booth makes jest of taking the liberty of opening the note for which he could be sent to the Bastille.
Edwin Booth assures Jervis McEntee that everything he sent Booth came safely and promptly. Booth speaks of some sort of "calamity" and hopes to return soon.
Edwin Booth writes another letter to Jervis McEntee in order to console his friend over the death of his wife, yet he realizes that no words can make his friend feel better.
Edwin Booth again consoles Jervis McEntee over the death of his wife. Booth recognizes that McEntee seems to be doing better and encourages his friend to find a new studio and change his surroundings.
Edwin Booth expresses to Jervis McEntee his hopes that his friend will come to the city and see his play. Booth adds: "I believe Gertrude would tell you to do just what most folks consider not altogether right under the circumstances " Booth adds…
Edwin Booth tells his friend, Jervis McEntee, that he has thought of him many times, intending to write. Booth encourages his friend to write to him without "the fear of wearying me." Booth recalls his own feelings at the loss of his first wife.
Edwin Booth writes to Jervis McEntee regarding an attempt on his life by a lunatic (Mark Gray) just a few days previous, while he was on stage portraying Richard III. Booth confesses that this was a life changing event which he will never forget.
Edwin Booth tells Jervis McEntee that he (Booth) came by to say "ta-ta" before the Booths leave for Saratoga where they intend to stay "as long as the climate agrees with us."
Edwin Booth writes Jervis McEntee about his new surroundings in Saratoga. Booth expresses his love for McEntee's wonderful letters and regrets that his own are so barren and can afford no relief.
Edwin Booth converses with Jervis McEntee in a letter in which Booth talks about visiting guests who are English and how he enjoyed escorting them about. On the very last page, someone cut around the signature so that it is almost detached from the…
Edwin Booth inquires about McEntee's whereabouts since Booth called and did not found him at home. Booth goes on to tell McEntee that he is exhausted doing Hamlet at the matinee and another play in the evening.
Edwin Booth asks Jervis McEntee, "What the devil have I done that you should be talking temperance to me?" He tells his friend that he cannot stand to have his actions watched, that it would make him drink more. He then speaks of foaming lager and…
Edwin Booth confesses to Jervis McEntee that he is not feeling well because he was "so low, down & blue that I tipped the rosy once too often & it upset me a little." Now, his wife has "the jim-jams" and has gone to be with her parents.…
While traveling through Scotland, Edwin Booth writes Jervis McEntee that even though they are not "doing" Europe, he has no idle time. Booth called on Bret Harte, the U.S. Consul to Scotland, but Harte was in London. Booth hopes to see the Passion…
Edwin Booth writes Jervis McEntee about his travels in England and visit with the Lycesters. He talks about having tea on the lawn and seeing a picture of a Booth who lived before the birth of Chirst. He writes more about his travels and an upcoming…
In his letter to Jervis McEntee, Edwin Booth reports that he has reached France after traveling through Germany. He had trouble in Germany because no one spoke English, but they offered great cooking and clean rooms. With his "actors' eye" Booth…
Edwin Booth recounts to Jervis McEntee all of the problems going on with the play in England and says that the British mind is dead "to anything above burlesque " Booth conveys that his health is not good; Mary is weak and has lost her singing…