This is magic token MT069, circa 1830, in Kuethe's reference on magician's tokens. It is bronze, 28mm in diameter and in very good condition, as seen in the obverse and reverse images. The obverse reads THEATRE / COMTE / A' 6 Hs. 1/2 / PASSAGE CHOISEUL. The reverse reads ABONNEMENT / DE FAMILLE / BON POUR / 4 / PERSONNES.

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COUNT (Louis-Christian-Emmanuel-Apollinaire) , ventriloque and French conjurer, born in Geneva, of a French father, 22 June 1783, died in Rueil (Seine-and-Oise) on November 25, 1859. As of the eight years age, it amused his comrades by carrying out scenes of ventriloquie. Its family intended it for the practice businesses, and had placed it in a solicitor in the hope to see him following this career. But judging itself, with reason, ready to benefit from its ventriloquie instinctive than to examine the codes, it was actively occupied to improve its talent, and successes which it obtained in some meetings intimate encouraged it to persist in its intention.
Yielding to the whims of its adventurous spirit, it gave up forever monotonous work of the procedure and this launched resolutely in the artistic and wandering life. Having for all to have only the unconcern of its fifteen years and its engastrimysme, it traversed the castles, the cities and the villages of Switzerland, where it had often mesh to leave with those which were the object of its mystifications, but where it was also made admire for the perfection with which it imitated the remote voices. It had composed of small scenes which formed a very attractive spectacle. It was, for example, the scene of the servant locked up in a cellar, and with which it started a conversation of most pleasant. One heard, coming from lower part ground, the voice of the servant who begged his Master to open the trap door to him so that it could leave. Count seemed to agree to this request, the recluse thanked while leaving; but once delivered, it went up on the higher floor and made fun of its liberator. Then, finally, this voice was made still hear in all the parts of the room and until under the benches, with the great fright of the witnesses. This scene, like several other of comparable nature, was seasoned puns, flashes of wit and inoffensive mystifications which carried to its roof the joy of the assistance.