The Life and Theatrical Times of Charles Kean, F.S.A.: Including a Summary of the English Stage for the Last Fifty Years, and a Detailed Account of the Management of the Princess's Theatre, from 1850 to 1859, Volume 1R. Bentley, 1859 - Theater |
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