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wholesale, I would do it very cheaply indeed, but not

He bade them welcome to his bark : “Has none the less effectually. I would buy a roll of white ribbon,

Been overlooked ?” he asked. Ah! no, not one cut it into “ nails,” and put one into my own button Was left to scatter gladness, like the sun. hole, just for example's sake, and to royalize the thing.

“Make sail!” they cried; "we are all here, all here! Then I would watch for merit of every kind, in all the

Haste, haste!” and in the distance dark and drear thousand ways in which humanity does duty best-the I saw Earth's Consolations disappear. philanthropic surgeon, the zealous inissionary, the keen inventor, the genuine genius in authorship, the painstaking school-master, the good parson, the painter, the One great vice in the constitution of society, is that sculptor, the orator, the linguist; all the best of their everybody is bribed to be dishonest; and one most kinds—ay, and women, too, whereof my queen should unexpected virtue in human nature lies in this fact, be first decorate-and not omitting soldier, nor sailor, that, notwithstanding self-interest, average honesty is a nor potentate, nor peer; for all such would I watch, pretiy common quality. and bring them near me one by one, and give each of It must be, for instance, the direct advantage of docthem a priceless “nail" of my white ribbon.

tors to disseminate disease, of lawyers to foment quarrels, of food merchants to encourage waste, of your

tailor to recommend a cloth that soon gets rusty, of Macaulay, in his life of Dr. Johnson, written for the your glazier to put in panes thin enough to cause a job vow Eacyclopædia Britannica, mentions among his asso-again, of your boot-maker to take care that upper ciates an author by the name of Boyse, who was conti- leathers be not tanned to imperishability; nay, in much nually plunged in poverty, and, when his shirts were higher matters, a total stagnation of religion in the pledged, scrawled Latin verses sitting up in bed, with | parish promotes the home-peace of the Reverend Dochis arms through two holes in his blanket !

tor Drone-a murrain among his kith and kin excites

delicious hope in the heart of that far distant possible Only go on, and the way will show itself before you. tory, with colonels and majors well killed off, is to poor

heir, one's cousin in the Orkneys; and a glorious vicIt is astonishing how every difficulty vanishes as you old subalterns prosperity and promotion. get near it.

Hills at a distance look gigantic: approach, and where are they? You have gradually put them and avowed selfishness exhibited, in spite of all tempta

And yet how seldom can we complain of any gross under your feet. Courage and enterprise conquer all tions. Notwithstanding all, things run on pretty things; and there's always one good in the atmosphere fairly, and so give human nature credit; honesty is the about a difficulty, the rarified air exhilarates and helps best policy, and we are wise enough to know it. you to overcome.

As it is in the rambling rides we take, so it is in life. However closely pounded in field, or hidden in copse, My conceptions were grander when they were inartithere's always a practicable gap to be crept through, or culate, in my youth, than when, in after years, they an easy hindrance to be got over, or somehow or other found a voice. The wave, crestless in the deep sea, a way out. Nothing but a cowardly stagnation ever swelled like a mountain ; it broke in shallower water, fails utterly. If you do not win what you meant and rippled ineffectually on the shore of utterance. straightforwardly, you attain to something sideways. It is mighty seldom, though the path of life be hedged with thorns awhile, that Providence has not left , gap, silvery seal! And look at this interior pair of cards, of

What a glossy envelope, of purest white and with a “ a way to escape that ye may be able to bear it.”

the latest polished ivory patent, linked together like a

couple of spaniels, or (considering the small male and In dream, methought I lay on a hill side

large female) liker to a pair of insects pinned on cork Anear the sea; beneath me, far and wide,

in an entomological drawer! How burnished is that Stretched the green lowlands and the level tide.

silver heraldry, how lily-white that flaky stationery,

how tasty the true-knot bow of " love"-tinted satin and A bark rocked on the brine, in gallant show

artificial orange-blossom-how delicate, and pure, and The pilot, on the strand, paced to and fro;

charming is the whole consommé of these weddingWeary, with hope deferred, he seemed to grow.

cards ! Adown the hills a festal throng came streaming,

Having rested a little month among the scores of

other visitants in Halos of brightness round about them beaming,

our or-molu or china-receptacle Flowers and rich gems on brow and bosom gleaming. for cards, turn them out again to look at their beauty.

Pity-pity! What a change is here; that silvery seal In front were children, frolicsome and wild ;

tarnished to a dirty brown, that fairy-flowered loveBehind, fair shapes, with censers, sang and smiled;

knot begrimed with dust and crushed into disproporWhile others in mad dance the march beguiled.

tion, that falsely-pure envelope, with its snowy pair of They hailed the pilot—“Wilt thou let us fee

cards, all too evidently so much white-lead turning Away, away? The Loves and Joys are we:

poisonously black in the searching eye of day! Fain would we quit Eartb's prison and be free !"

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the gloss destroyed, the beauty tarnished, the delicacy came to want; all because the first dammed up his blotted out, the whole charm of wedlock disenchanted revenue for a while by a wise economy; and the last utterly! Take care, young couple—take good care—or never cared to get beforehand with the world, but lived these blighted wedding-cards will but too truly typify on all his means, like Mudford-Brook. your spoilt affections, and all the love and loveliness

WOMAN. that still should be your lot. It is an old story this, that everybody knows by heart, but no one cares

I'm inclined to think the real difference between a to utter : in nineteen cases out of twenty, wedded bliss man’s and a woman's heart lies in the woman's power fades with its original wreathe of orange-blossoms, and to trust. All else may be masculine-understanding, its beauty is changed and marred in equal race with | pursuits, etc., even a freedom from the usual category that of the wedding-cards.

of female vanities; she may have forgotten how to

blush, and learnt never to fear; but so long as she can TIME.

trust, she has not lost the true woman's essence. Build as you please, time plants itself, like ivy, Women may fairly claim an exemption from the native against your walls, and will have them over some day suspicion and selfishness of men in this respect. There or other.

is about their loves a fearless abandon, a genuine exemTHE DAMMED BROOK.

plification of “making idols to find them clay." I Our two little streams—the Rippleburn and Mud- knew a woman who had a masculine intellect, an ford-brook-running down two valleys with a great indomitable will, and ambition sufficient to remove wave of hill between them, have very different des- mountains, could ambition have stood for faith. And tinies and vocations; for the Rippleburn is made con-. yet in one solitary instance, trust was even there—it tinually both useful and ornamental by spreading into lay like a gem enshrined in her heart, bright and pure : large sheets of water, the fall-power of which turns and in this very one weak part she was deceived. Alas mills, and the placid beauty whereof is in strange con- for woman ! trast with the clatter of machinery; while poor Mud

TALKERS. fordbrook makes no better use of its running-away Analyse some brilliant talkers, and they will be energies, than to feed a few trout and drain some found purely reflective. A man of this description, marshy meadows.

properly to develop his powers, requires more than one All for want of damming.

listener. The greater number the better. Like prisms, By the same token, I remember two brothers, equal the many-sided are the most effective. In a téte-à-tétz inheritors from their father, the one of whom founded they become monotonous, and resemble a looking-glass a family, and the other frittered his fortune away and that reflects only one image.


THERE is a biped, vastly multiplied of late, known as “Our | He begins at once to dance and caper with the best of own Correspondent.” He has become an institution with us, them. Unfortunately, his spirit of imitation does not stop and a recognized necessity to every well-conducted journal with these harmless exhibitions ; he falls into French in the land. His identity is sometimes difficult to discover, morality, into French skepticism, and French pleasures. You and in more than one quarter he is nothing but a myth—a soon find him a regularly constituted scandal-monger, pleasant fiction. He does not always find it necessary to French gossip, with all its hidden point and high seasoning, abide in the place from which date his voluminous epistles; he retails and dilates upon with unmistakable pleasure. and he experiences no sort of difficulty in writing, within the His letters become crowded with the most piquant stories same half hour, letters from all the four quarters of the current in the salons of Paris. Police reports are eagerly globe! It is inconveniently expensive to write a letter from read, the talk of the cafés industriously canvassed, the Venice or London, when, by the aid of a Guide Book and theatres pertinaciously visited, all with one object in viera lively imagination, one just as entertaining can be manu- the gathering up of the tidbits and crumbs of scandal. He factured within stone's throw of the City Hall! “Our Own” is keen of scent, and will follow up a piece of questionable appears in various aspects, from “lively to severe.” He is gossip with zealous tenacity. He will magnify the smallest gay, solemn, vivacious, disdainful, condescending, and hint into an innuendo; an innuendo into positive guilt. He always oracular. Sometimes he is harmlessly political, never encumbers his imagination by the inconvenient limits therefore dull; sometimes copiously financial, therefore of truth; his principle is, get scandal-genuine, if possible-. duller; sometimes diffusely didactic, therefore dullest of all! | but, get scandal !

But, passing over these varieties of the species, we come In all seriousness, this kind of literature should be con. to the most numerous class of all, “Our own Parisian," or, demned. It is poisonous both to the morals and tastes of “Our French," or, “Our own at Paris." “Our Parisian" the community. It insidiously undermines our home vir. (we are speaking now of that genuine species who think it tues, and contributes to an unhealthy fancy. It disarms the worth their while to write Paris letters at Paris) is distinct delicacy, and stains the mind that receives it. Unfor. in features from his brethren. He is always vivacious, gar- tunately, it falls in the way of the very class of persons rulous, and gossipy. The moment he puts foot upon most susceptible to its influence. Mr. Smith, merchant, French soil, he catches the mercurial spirit of the people. peruses with avidity the financial reports in his morning

sheet, and religiously reads the commercial leader through, I heap up the grate, and draw snugly near. We do not hear whether he understands it or not. Further he does not go. the groans borne upon the tempest, the wails of human The paper falls next to Mrs. Smith, matron. The deaths agony that swell the shriek of the blast. In these times, and marriages excite her curiosity first, and the auction are the best of us charitable enough? advertisements next. Of. the French letter, she is heedless

“Look on the poor and ignorant. Not so the Misses Smith, and Master Smith.

With gentle eyes; for in such habits often, Finances, commercial leaders, deaths, marriages, and auc

Angels desire our alms." tion advertisements have no charms for them. They require something more entertaining; something romantic Not often, perhaps, you say, sneeringly. Not often it and nice. The French letter arrests their search. It is may be. But if it be better for ninety-nine guilty to escape just the thing. It is dashing and clever; it has the gossip than one innocent to suffer-should not many impostors go of the green-room ; the talk of the new opera ; the new enriched from your door, than one suffering innocent go actress and her old liaison; the new liaison and the old favor. hungry? Assuredly His divine axiom means not less than ite; the last instance of marital unfaithfulness; piquant love this. Very few of us would be willing to meet the strict adventures; and a species of gossip which seems ever to be reward of our deserts; why, therefore, do we so inflexibly hovering upon the verge of propriety. Young readers are and sternly hold the scales of justice to others—to others unconscious of the injury their moral sensibility experiences tempted so much? Which of us, after all, would dare be from this sort of literary entertainment. They do not note weighed against them? Who shall say that their one talent how it awakens a love for the mean pleasures of low gossip is not better repaid than our ten talents ? and vile scandal; how it blunts their once keen sense of the But we have grand charities. They are numerous and good and pure; what tastes it stimulates ; how unhallowed munificent. We have institutions endowed for almost are the thoughts and feelings it inspires. Hugely different every class of sufferers. The sums expended yearly are as its morality is that from that learned in the pure atmos- | immense. The town yet rings with the talk of the crowded phere of a virtuous home, its fascinations blind the reader ball, with its splendid toilets, its crush of beauty, its disto its insidious vice, its covert skepticism, and its bold play of wealth and elegance-and all for charity-Fifth repudiation of old-fashioned laws of decency and propriety. Avenue pouring its thousands into the lap of Five Points. There are certainly good French letters, and very agreeable We are not niggards in this sort of charity. But it is the French letters. But, most of them are nothing more than habit to turn coldly aside from the tottering wretch who collections of abominable anecdotes. For those who con- crosses our path, because it is probably an impostor. It is coct them we have unmitigated contempt, and no little indig- well to do so, says Justice. Mendicity should not be en. nation. Their miserable office, is to pander to the lowest couraged, is a motto upon all of our lips. It sits well upou tastes; their employment is, assuredly, neither honorable the miserly and hard-hearted. It qualms the conscience nor manly. It is unworthy any man; it would be repulsive and it saves the sixpences. But it would be better, for our to one possessing true instincts and high feelings.

own sakes, to forget the maxim once in a while--for charity

as well as mercy, is twice blessed—it blesses him that gives -THERE is a mistake The zones have got mixed up. and him that receives. If it always waited upon stern The arctic regions have forgotten their appointed place. equity, rust and selfishness would gather upon our heartsDr. Kane must have unsettled matters up there. The North for charity quickens our virtues, and lifts us up nearer to Pole has flown into a rage, perhaps, and is paying back goodness. And what, indeed, if our chance pittance be some of the impudent visits it has been receiving. Or else mis-spent ? Must we exact wise frugality from the lowly, it has taken a migratory fit. Something is wrong, assuredly. the heart-sore, the fiercely-tempted, and smile at the waste Did any one ever know such cold? such storms ? Last and lax expenditure of those high in the social grade ? winter was bad enough—this winter outdoes bad enough. Shall the pampered, and the great, and the learned, have Let us have no more arctic expeditions, good masters, if their vices and their backsliding mildly extenuated, while this sort of thing is the reparation we must make. Let these desperate hearts must stand up in the midst of burly Jack Frost alone in bis own dominions. He is fierce despair and wretchedness, and yield not a jot! O, Justice! and revengeful.

blind and false, when will you rule impartially in the hearts And then, in the midst of chilblains and shivers, to listen of men ? to that wizard, Meriam, of Brooklyn Heights. Hear him say, how, in the coldest nights, he stands in his observatory,

-The world is too big and too fast. There is too much clothed only in his cotton night-dress, with his bare feet doing—too many wars, crimes, casualties, excitements, and thrust into slippers, even wbile the thermometor drops marvels. One's head gets in a whirl with all the new things below zero.

There is no need of feeling the cold, authori- that besiege, and demand its attention. Try as you will, tatively declares Mr. Meriam, and as a proof, off he starts you get behind the race in spite of yourself. It is an incesfor the Adirondack Mountains, in the same clothes that he sant strain to keep pace, and still you lose ground. Science wore last July. He writes in a room, hour after hour, with empties its discoveries upon you so fast, that you stagger out a fire, with the thermometer without twenty degrees beneath them in hopeless be wilderment; the political world below zero. We shiver to think of it. Assuredly the gets up new scenes so fast, that you are out of breath trying fellow is a wizard. It puts one in a rage to hear him. to keep run of them; there are so many new great books, What right has he to such immunity from a general evil? which not to know is heresy ; so many new great people, Let him go to the North Pole forthwith. He ought to be whom not to see is benighted darkness ; so many new procrowned the Frost King at once.

ductions of art, new plays, new actors, new discoveries, new Severe as the weather has been to us, the housed and sciences, new improvements, new quarrels, new South Sea cloaked-how terrible has fallen upon the tattered and bubbles, new gossip; so many shouting at the world with homeless ones. As the wind howls and the storm beats, we all their might, to get the world's attention; so many

devices to surprise you into unexpected interest for new a Don Quixotic age—with this difference, that if we do things—that your head whirls like a whip-top, and the sometimes charge at wind-mills, we usually prove the whole confused medley seems rushing around your cranium, victors. But this original scheme reminds us of another heads and points together, in a sort of an upside-down gravely projected a few years ago, but which, to the best of wbirl-i-gig steeple-chase.

our knowledge and belief, never accomplished its end. It Something astounding is continually occurring. The was to pierce Mount Vesuvius with a canal, which should morning papers alarm you with their exclamation points, reach and extinguish the crater ! The two schemes are so and sensation headings in big type. You turn, gasping identical in character, that we cannot help suspecting them and breathless, from one page crammed with its startling to have originated in the same mind. As for this last one, intelligence, only to find its fellow charged to the mouth, of thawing out the Hudson, we have no objection, but and belching its whole direful contents at you. You are Vesuvius is one of the few notabilities that we do not care appalled by Persian difficulties, by the Switzerland question, to see extinguished so summarily. by Nicaraguan revolutions and California matters. One murder treads upon another. The details of one catastrophe

-Mrs. KIRKLAND, in her Personal Memoirs of Washcrowd out the particulars of its predecessor. Everything is ington, recently published, relates an anecdote which high-pressure. Things are upon a rush. Extraordinary proves Mrs. Washington to have, occasionally, at least, events are occurring everywhere. The world seems to have, usurped the privileges of her sex. A visitor at Mount got into one of Shakspeare's fifth acts—it is all bustle and Vernon, slept at night in a room adjoining that occuaction. To add to the confusion, they talk about a trans- pied by his hosts. After retiring at night, he was surprised Atlantic telegraph. Difficult as it is even now to swallow to overhear Mrs. Washington proceed to administer a one's breakfast in the hurly-burly, the morning mass of sen- lengthy and emphatic Caudle lecture to her worthy spouse. sation matter is to be increased. In addition to the speeches The general spoke not until the tirade was finished, and in Congress, the new flare-up in Wall street, the new suc

then calmly and good-naturedly exclaimed, “ And now, a cess at the opera, the new play, the new murder, the last good night to you, my dear.” This incident, coupled with lecture, the great storm, the last shipwreck, the yesterday's another related in the Republican Court, indicates that Mrs. railroad collision, the thousand and one things that already Washington was addicted to occasional sallies of temper, are so numerous, that the coffee cools while we bolt them like the rest of womankind. It is well known that she in--in addition to all these, we must have all Europe upon hated the democrats with an abiding hatred, who, at the our breakfast-table, as well as America. Monstrous ! Human beginning of their career, affected a rudeness of manner, nature cannot endure so much. Things must hold up and coarseness of dress, peculiarly offensive to the federal. awhile. Sufficient for the day is the news thereof. If time ists; and it is very certain that this hatred was unqualifiedly were a commodity purchasable in the public marts, we

returned. She was a strict disciplinarian, and her grandwould need the inexhaustible purse of the Irish fairy to daughter, Nelly Curtis, was compelled to practice four or procure enough for all the demands that are made upon it. five hours every day at the harpsichord. One morning, As things are now, something must be done to bring the when she should have been playing, her grandmother capacity of the brain up to the required level. Photography entered the room, remarking that she had not heard her is our only hope. When the whole contents of the morning music

, and also that she had observed some person going paper, or the last novel can, by some mesmeric process, be out, whose name she required to know. Nelly hesitated, instantly photographed upon the brain, there will be some

Suddenly Mrs. Washington's attention was possibility of keeping up with the intelligence of the age. arrested by a stain upon the wall, which had been newly We look forward to such a discovery with sanguine enthu- painted. “Ah!" exclaimed she, looking at the spot, which siasm. And when science shall advance even farther, and

was just above a settee, “it was no federalist ; none but a the whole social machinery be perfected, we shall probably filthy democrat would mark a place with his good-for-nothbe able, with our feet upon the fender, to listen, by the ing head in that manner! means of ingenious machinery, to Rev. Mr. Prosy's lecture

--CHARLES DICKENS is a capital amateur actor. Every at one end of Broadway, and the last new great actress at the other, even when, by some lightning process, we indite residence, Tavistock house, in which eminent literary people

season he gives a series of theatrical performances at his editorials for the New Monthly, and the new books are one by one duly photographed upon our brain. Speed the day. art

, and society, compose the audiences. The plays are

are the performers, while the highest celebrities in letters, -A GENTLEMAN of extraordinary inventive genius has sometimes old stage favorites, and occasionally new ones, devised a mode for keeping open the Hudson river during written especially, as the play-bills have it, for this amateur the winter season. The plan is bold and novel, and will company, and acted nowhere else. Wilkie Collins appears excite the admiration of some portion of our readers and to be the dramatist to Tavistock house. Two years ago he possibly the laughter of the rest. But, let him laugh who wrote for them, “The Lighthouse;" this season his play is

His project is to lay an iron pipe the entire length entitled, “The Frozen Deep.” It is described as a fine of the river, to be heated by steam! How the heat is to be drama, produced with every care as regards decorations and generated and how sustained, we do not hear, but the gen- scenery, and acted superbly by Mr Dickens, Mark Lemon, tleman is asserted to be sanguine of success, and has Wilkie Collins, and other celebrities. The female parts applied to the legislature for the privilege of exacting toll were filled mostly by the ladies of Mr. Dickens's family. from all passing vessels, as a means of défraying expenses.

"In its minutest details," says a London paper, “the play For our part, very much like a good jest as this may seem, is performed in a spirit of completeness, that gives an we are not disposed to laugh at it. He is bold who will ineffable charm to the whole.” doubt anything in this present century, when there is so We cannot conceive of anything more agreeable than this much likelihood of his being proved a false prophet. It is sort of literary recreation; and are surprised that our own

and was silent.


to stare.

a success.

literary people have not conceived a taste for it. It is true few generalizations. To us, she appears impressed with the that dramatic talent is rare, and it might prove difficult to true fire--the divine power of genius. She realizes her organize an efficient company; but, if at all successful, the scenes by the intense force of her imagination. Her percepentertainment would be novel, agreeable, and superior to tions are exquisitely true. She sees her art in its right light. most of the fashionable devices for amusement. There is a With calm courage she disdains and flings aside the old Philadelphia literary lady quite celebrated in this way; but traditions of the stage. Nature is her great mistress, and to in the metropolis we know of none who have given it any its shrine she has wedded her art. She is destined to lift up degree of consideration. We wish that some American the stage to its old glory. She is already inaugurating that Dickens would inaugurate it, for certainly our parlor amuse- new style which is to make the stage, in truth, the mirror ments need some quickening and vivifying spirit.

of nature which in due time is to scatter to the winds the

abominations of rant, noise, and fury. -We may clap our hands. A genius bas burst upon us ; This much for Miss Heron's art. But we cannot refrain a new sun has arisen in the world of Art. America has at from expressing our surprise that she could consent to last her Rachel. The world of New York has experienced appear in so objectionable a play as Camille ; and must warn a sensation. There is a new wonder amongst us, which has her that if she would achieve a position permanently and already outlived twice nine days. A few nights ago, a entirely great, she must rigorously exclude from her reperMiss Matilda Heron was announced to appear in the worn-toire whatever is not lofty in moral, purpose, thought, and art. out part of Camille, at Wallack's theatre. She was said to

Miss Heron's success is not the only one that occupies the be a fine actress by western critics ; bụt metropolitan theatre attention of the town. The long talked of début of Mde. goers are suspicious of provincial notorieties. Very few de Wilhorst at the opera-house, came off the latter part of believed in her. The announcement of her appearance was January, and the result was a triumph. Very rarely has received in most circles with sneers. But the night came- such an audience been gathered in Irving Place, as that a bitterly cold one-and a rather small audience assembled which was assembled to greet our brilliant townswoman in to greet her. She was received coolly upon her entrance on her advent upon her trying and difficult career. “Society” the stage. Before she had spoken ten words, people began was present in all its glory, and rewarded this effort of one

The critics pricked up their ears, and bent for of its pet members with condescending approval. ward. She had but a few trifling things to do in the first At Laura Keene's a dramatic adaptation of Charles Reade's scene, and yet at its close a burst of warm applause announced fine story, “ Cloud and Sunshine,” has been produced, and a surprise and an unexpected pleasure. It was already half well acted. Miss Keene, as Rachael, displayed in her róle

As the play progressed, the audience grew from all the nice dramatic feeling, the exquisite naturalness, and coldness to interest, from interest to warmth, from warmth the moving pathos for which she is so distinguished. Miss to enthusiasm. At the close of the third act, there was a

Keene's acting is so fine and true, that it always satisfies and hurricane of applause—at the close of the fifth, people stood delights. Mr. Wheatleigh made an immense "hit" as Corup to hail her as the great mistress of tragedy. It was poral Patrick, the old Waterloo veteran.

There are some the most decided and brilliant success upon the stage we new American plays in preparation at this house.

Here were at once the new style and the new genius we have all so long looked for, which were to vivify the - WE perceive that Miss Heron announces “ Medea" drama and give new life to the stage. Miss Heron woke up in preparation. We do not know the plot of this play, but the next morning famous—her long dream and hope realized understand that it is an adaptation of the old classic story, in to the full. The morning papers rang with her praises. Euripides' tragedy of that name. The part is a very grand Critics the most fastidious and exacting of any in America, one.

The announcement recalls to our mind an anecdote confessed themselves conquered-lifted her, with a stroke related in the life of Cumberland, the celebrated English of the pen, to the pinnacle of her profession.

dramatist. When in Madrid, in 1780, a remarkable gipsy Miss Heron's style is new and original. It is divested of woman, of magnificent beauty, known as the Teranna, was conventionalities—fresh as nature--the perfect aud artistic playing a version of this story of Medea. Cumberland, who realism of nature. She talks very much as you or we might had been introduced to her as an English dramatist, desired talk ; moves, acts, and looks, down to the simplicity of unaf- to see her in the part, but the capricious woman insisted fected nature, and up to the level of a refined and perfect that he should not do so until an evening she should appoint.

Her tones are laden with sympathetic tenderness ; her She named the third night of the performance. The catasface is capable of every expression ; while her grand, full trophe of the story is one of the most terrible in the whole eyes, sit the very fountains of passion and feeling. There range of the drama. Medea, in revenge upon a faithless is electricity in her eyes—they blaze and melt in the shift- husband, murders her own children. In this scene she was ing transitions of emotion. Her joy is a deep, full gladness; discovered, surrounded by the bleeding bodies of her chilher love-we never saw love enacted before. With her it dren; her bare arms bespattered with blood, her massive was a subdued, thrilling, rapturous ecstasy—and in grief, raven hair floating dishevelled about her shoulders, while her never before did such tones break from any human heart, attitude, looks, tones, and the wild hysteric frenzy of her grief, unless it were reality. It was no superficial, conventional made up a picture exceeding in terrible effect anything the gasping and quivering, but an outgush of wild agony-a cry Englishman had ever beheld. The audience was seized wrung from a stricken heart, so full and true, so intense in with a wild horror, and rose in a tumultuous and excited its power and depth, that every heart within its sound, mass—when the alarmed authorities ordered the curtain to responded as if by an electrical touch. That closing scene fall upon the unfinished scene. In a few minutes, this of the third act, has probably never been equalled on the remarkable creature burst into the private box where Cumstage.

berland was seated, still in the dress and under the wild We cannot follow Miss Heron through the details of her inspiration of the part, exclaiming in triumphant accents, performance of Camille. We must be content with these “Speak, signor, could your Siddons have done that ?"

ever saw.



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