CHARLES PEACE
Model of the notorious criminal in convict garb.
Mark Twain, according to his cousin, Katherine Clemens, once visited Madame Tussaud’s. He stood a long while, says his cousin, in contemplation of an especially clever piece of work, and was aroused by a sudden stab of pain in his side. Turning quickly, he found himself face to face with a dumb-founded British matron with her parasol still pointed at him.
“O lor’, it’s alive!” she exclaimed, and beat a hasty retreat.
The best known of all cricketers, Dr. W. G. Grace, has long enjoyed a well-earned place of prominence in the Exhibition, and even to-day, when the great master of the bat and the ball is no longer with us, his portrait continues to attract more than an average share of attention.
Dr. Grace was very fond of telling the following story about a trusted old servant of his whom he treated on one occasion to a trip to London. On her return he asked her what it was that pleased her most among the sights of the Metropolis.
“Oh, sir, Madame Tussaud’s was beautiful,” replied Susan.
“Then you must have seen me there?” said her master.
“No, that I did not, sir.”