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The others, thank you, are doing well, the Colosseum at Rome, of which I had and- "

seen pictures, with singers and music and Here he was stopped by a sneeze, so dancers, somehow, all about, with the sudden and so powerful, as to have all irregular regularity and inconsistent conthe effect of a violent shock from a sistency of a dream. galvanic battery. There was a tre- That little Julie, who had played with mendous report, and then his whole me, who had looked over my pictureframe vibrated, after which he stood for books, and received some instruction at some seconds, clutching at the wrong my hands, who had, moreover, only, it pocket for his handkerchief, and strug- seemed to me, quite lately been small gling as it were with a fiend of sneezing, enough to go into a theatrical cauliflower which had been exorcised, and was now or a parsley-bed ; that this little creature doing his worst, and last, on quitting should be, in a long dress of the fashionMr. Verney's human form.

able style of the day, with bonnet, and The noise brought out nearly every the neatest wristbands, and gloves to one to inquire into the cause, Mr. match, telling me of her prowess at the Langlands among the rest, who, proud opera, was a greater puzzle, far greater, of recognizing Mr. Verney as an old than if Mr. Verney had announced theatrical acquaintance whom he had his appointment to the see of Canterknown“ behind the scenes," and who bury, and had walked in dressed in a would assist his own reputation by cor- shovel-hat, knee-breeches, apron, and roborating his theatrical experiences, gaiters. seized upon him at once, and insisted " The Italian opera," said Julie. “I upon his recovering his equanimity was one of the pages in the 'Huguenots' by means of a glass of sherry, or other and in Favorita.'refreshment. Floyd lounging in at this “What !” exclaimed Alice's voice. moment was introduced to Mr. Verney, She had advanced with Austin unperand then stood staring heavily at little ceived, and had overheard the converJulie. Floyd was, at this time, some- sation. Floyd was still caressing the thing between a raw recruit and a fluff meditatively. No one seemed to middy.

take any notice of him. And, after all, I was still in wonderment at little he was only a supernumerary in the Julie - little no longer, and yet she theatricals. was not so tall as I-she looked so Stranger still. Comparing Alice with much older than she ought to have Julie, there seemed to be but little looked ; and the secret of this I have difference. Both were, in my eyes, young since discovered, though, when at this women, only that I knew Julie's age. time she told me the reason herself, I Little Julie's life, hard work at home, was not sufficiently experienced to under and the necessity of working for her stand her.

livelihood, had nearly made up the in“Do you still play in pantomimes,” I terval of years between them. As I asked, “and come out of flower-beds ? ” looked from one to the other (for I was

She was quite indignant with me. confused, and did not know exactly

“Oh dear, no !” she answered, “I what to do), Julie became less and less; haven't done that for ever so long. Why, dwindling away, in spite of her dress last two seasons I've been in the opera." and bearing, to the little Julie with “The opera ? ” I exclaimed.

whom I had gone marketing to the Floyd stroked the down on his upper à la mode beef-shop--my Julie, in fact, lip, and regarded her attentively. of Frampton's Court.

The notion I had of the opera at this “You accompanied Mr. Verney ?" time was not in any way founded upon Alice inquired, with some hauteur in her what I knew of a theatre. The opera tone, while Austin appeared interested (I remember this fancy so well) was, to in the new-comers. my mind, some enormous building like “Yes," answered Julie, pleasantly.

She was not a whit discomposed, but last year, Mamma ?" she asked her as much at home, and as unembarrassed, mother, in the front dining-room, a as though she had lived in palaces all while later on, when I was then watchher lifetime.

ing the performance, and Julie was sit“This is Miss Alice Comberwood, ting by what were to be “the wings," Julie,” I explained, blushing.

talking to Mr. Jakeman. I loved Julie, but Alice was older and “Yes," returned Mrs. Comberwood, grander. Had the choice been then “ we heard-dear me—something new, given me between the two, I should wasn't it ?-yes : my memory is so bad have taken Alice, but should have re- for names." quested Julie to wait until she was “Les Huguenots,” said Alice. eighteen. In my own estimation I was “Ah ! of course.” two years ahead of anyone of whom “Do you remember where the queen I had become enamoured. My love comes on?" gave me the superiority, and, somehow “No-yes-let me see—in a sort of or other, the notion that, in carrying barge ...?" off Alice, I should be a successful rival “I mean where there are steps, and of Cavander, was at the bottom of it, some women dressed as pages ?” I believe.

“Oh, quite well. There were four Poor Cavander! had it remained or five very handsome young women, with me to banish him to the mines of and Mr. Langlands pointed out what Siberia when I was just on fourteen, or beautiful diamonds one had on, and to let him stay in the city, Cornhill told us that there was quite a story would not have seen much of him for about it.” MrsComberwood went some years to come.

twice to the opera during the season, “You act ?" Alice asked little Julie, and forgot nothing. rather abruptly.

“Yes. Well, that's one of them “ Yes, every night."

sitting there." " What in ?

“Where, Alice, dear ?. - The first piece."

“There," answered Alice, inclining “ Where? I mean at which theatre ?” her head towards the spot where Julie

“The Portico,"answered Julie, naming was seated. one of the largest metropolitan theatres. Mrs. Comberwood was vexed. I

“ Do you like it?" asked Austin. could not then understand why she

“ Very much. I have never done should have been ; but I remember the anything else."

fact, as, having overheard the conversa“I wish I were an actor," he said tion, I felt it incumbent upon me to regretfully.

assist with such information as I could Julie smiled. She knew Frampton's bring to the subject. Court as well as the Portico theatre. “Does your father allow you to asso

Alice was annoyed with Austin. ciate with-with-these people ?” Mrs.

“An actor, Austy ! how can you say Comberwood asked me, raising her eyeso, when you've set yourself on being a brows. clergyman.”

I was bound to reply that my parent It was Alice's pet idea of his future. knew nothing at all about it. WhereAustin said that he did not really mean upon Mrs. Comberwood was of opinion it, which pacified her; but I could see that she ought to let Sir John know. by her manner that there was something This distressed me. I saw there was deeper than mere annoyance at her something wrong with the Verneys, at brother's thoughtless wish, when, on least in the eyes of Alice and her being summoned to attend the rehearsal, mother, and I determined to ask Austin she left us, and called her brother to what it was. accon pany her.

Mr. Verney was very great at rehear“You remember going to the opera sal, especially with the ladies, Miss Alice and Miss Tabberer, whom he had to of sight in the Play scene behind direct. With the gentlemen he was Ophelia, instead of in front of her, affable, but firm ; with the ladies equally might as well be in the sixpenny firm, but overpoweringly courteous. gallery sucking oranges over the brass When he wanted to show the practical rail as in such a position as would ruin bearing of any stage-direction, he would the chance of the greatest dramatic request Julie to assist him in giving genius in the world. I beg your pardon, the lesson.

sir. Now let us proceed.” “Stage-management,” he said, stop- From this specimen it may be ping to lecture, “is an art—an art, I imagined what time the piece, which regret to say, almost entirely lost. was to last an hour in performance, Thalia and Melpomene may do their occupied in rehearsal. best, Apollo may give us his most spark Mr. Verney and his daughter were ling tunes, and, to come to modern days, obliged to leave early, in order to catch a Garrick or a Kemble may conquer by the train for town, their engagement the force of a genius which would sweep at the Portico necessitating their preall before it, like Niagara over a dust- sence there soon after six. bin, and absorb every moving creature Julie asked mein its own exhaustive vortex with the .."Don't you think me much grown?" irresistible succulency-I should say, Yes, Julie, ever so much.” the tremendous suctional power—of the “I'm not,” she answered ; "only Northern Maëlstrom.” Here he paused, Papa makes me wear heels, and he will expanded his chest, which was swelling have me dress like a grown-up girl.” out, as it were, with the great notion of "Why?" the last simile, and beamed on us all “Because then they give me small round. “But," he continued, “without parts, and when you've once played the stage-manager, what is the use ? Cui those you don't go back again, and you bono? I repeat, cui bono? Hamlet may get more." be perfect, but if he be lost in the crowd, “Get more ?" or if Rosencrantz and Guilderstein are “ Yes ; higher salary, I mean." brought too prominently forward, where She stopped suddenly. At that is the opportunity for the gifted Roscius? moment a vague sense of the line of No, sir-pardon me"—this to Jakeman, demarcation between us occurred to who was beginning to be a little im- her. She changed the subject abruptly, patient " whether it be low-comedy, and asked me whether I would not like which I take to be your line, sir," to to see her Aunt Jane again, Jakeman, who was standing as if wait “Nurse ?” I asked. The word reing his turn to advance in a quadrille— turned to me most familiarly. “or light touch and go, Charles Ma- “Yes," said Mr. Verney, who was thews' line, as I take to be yours, Mr. now wrapped for his journey. “She is Langlands"-whereat that gentleman still a nurse. Head-nurse, too, in a gave a mock bow, but was really highly very large family. She is superintenflattered—" no matter whatever it be, dent at St. Winifred's Central Hospital, stage-management is as much the neces- near the General Post Office, where she sity to our art as the light of heaven cheers the pallid invalids like a blooming to a Michael Angelo at work on his Aurora smiling on a sickly swede in a immortal frescoes. Stage-management is kitchen garden.” Mr. Verney's similes the generalship of our art, ladies, and we smacked of the country atmosphere. make our successes as the noble Roman He asked, “Shall I tell her that you warrior made them, by strategies, which will do yourself the pleasure of paying are to the ignorant, like a truffle to her a visit?" a bumpkin. The finest picture and the “Yes, please.” merest daub of a signboard are of equal “I will. We must make haste, value in the dark; and Hamlet put out Julie.” At this moment Langlands and Floyd entered, and Mr. Verney emerged “Good-bye; and good-bye, Julie.” from the upper fold of his comforter to When we had last parted, we bid them farewell, and do something in embraced. But now, I was a guest at the way of an advertisement. .

Ringhurst Whiteboys, and she was "We shall see you at the Portico, playing a chambermaid in a farce, a Mr. Langlands, one night after the page in an opera, and wearing heels to Convivial Lambs, where Mr. Floyd will her boots in order to obtain some give us the honour of his company.” addition to her week's salary. Floyd bowed, and said he should be It was not a parting as of old. very happy to renew the acquaintance The next day Mr. Verney's visit was of Mr. Verney and his daughter. repeated, but he was out of spirits. His

"Julie, Mr. Langlands, now plays conversation was pitched in a minor key, Dolly, in The Wish,continued Mr. his similes were dull, his instruction Verney; "a soubrette's part of con- tame, and he did little more than merely siderable responsibility; something be- his stage duty. He spoke to me occasiontween the Humby and the Vestris ally, and disappeared earlier than on the in, of course, quite the early days. previous day of rehearsal. I asked for You will go and see her play one night, Julie, but she had not accompanied him, I trust. She grips the part, sir”-here and " would not,” he added, “ be again he extended his right hand and suited required on this scene.” Her absence the action to the word "she grips the threw a gloom over my day, as I somepart, sir, with the nip of an irritated how felt that I had, indirectly, been the panther. You'll be astonished, I assure cause of her banishment. I was for ye. There's an intellectual grasp about putting this question to Alice, who, I her, sir, that makes you sit tight in your fancied, knew more about the matter stall, and yet turns you over like a crocus than anyone else, but, just then, her in a whirlwind. Come, Julie. · Good- attention was fully taken up by the bye for the present, gentlemen. Good theatricals, and Mr. Cavander. bye, Master Cecil.”

To be continued.


“ EI FU.” Such are the opening words which animate that work. It was not of that great effort of Manzoni's genius, unbecoming the grandson of Beccaria to the Ode on the Death of Napoleon, and record, as it will be seen he did later, they are now applicable to the Poet his horror of torture, and to expose the himself. He was, he no longer is, the wickedness and uselessness of it as a author of the greatest work of fiction in judicial mode of discovering the truth. the Italian language, the poet whose Manzoni's ambition was early fired by best energies were employed in the the example of the three great contempraises of religion, the champion of poraries who immediately preceded him truth and justice, the defender of the in the difficult path of letters - Vittorio Christian faith against the attacks of Alfieri, Vincenzo Monti, and Ugo Fosinfidelity ; for on Thursday, May 22, colo. He was barely twenty-one when, 1873, at the great age of eighty-nine, by an epistle in blank verse, he proved Manzoni went to his rest.

himself not unworthy of being admitted “ The city wears mourning” (“La into that fellowship. In these verses città è in lutto ”), was proclaimed in word he imagines that the spirit of his friend and deed at Milan, and so it should be appears to him after death, and, in reply Nevertheless the lamentations, which to the question as to whether he was the loss of one at the same time so vir- not reluctant to tear himself from this tuous and so eminent would naturally world, he puts into Imbonati's mouth a occasion, are checked by the considera- fearless and spirited condemnation of tion that a life of singular honour and those vices which had already filled with distinction, prolonged far beyond the disgust the youthful mind of Manzoni. usual term of existence, with full pos- In them we see the first germ of those session of all the faculties, has been feelings by which his life was influenced brought to a peaceful close at his native the love of truth and justice, and the place, and surrounded, if ever man was, abhorrence of oppression and wrongby all “ that should accompany old age,” which appear in all his works, and «i as honour, love, obedience, troops of which, first professed at twenty-one, he friends."

maintained unchanged through a life The slight sketch which follows is prolonged to its ninetieth year. These intended to induce the general reader verses, while by no means destitute of to pursue the study of Manzoni's life individual merit, are so remarkable on and character in his works, and, in this account that a translation of some however humble a degree, to contribute of them is here given :to their estimation.

“Hadst thou my death Alessandro Manzoni was born at Foreknown--for that foreknowledge and for Milan in 1784. His father, whom he thee had the misfortune to lose in early Alone I should have wept-for otherwise,

Why should I grieve? Forsooth, for leaving youth, was Count Manzoni, his mother

This earth of ours, where goodness is a portent, the daughter of Beccaria, the author of a

And highest praise to have abstained from sin. treatise on “ Crimes and Punishments," This earth, where word and thought are ever once much, and not undeservedly At variance, where, aloud by every lip.

Virtue is lauded and in heart contemned, esteemed. She inherited, and further

Where shame is not. Where crafty usury ansmitted to her son, a portion on the Is made a merit, and gross luxury sound wisdom and generous principles Worshipped-where he alone is impious


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