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Petrarch, Boccaccio, Ariosto, Tasso, copy after copy, edi- Who can pass out of such a building without a feeling of tion after edition. Here is a “ Decameron," Venezia, 1517. profound melancholy? The thought is almost too obviong The name and date go strangely together. In a solemn to be dwelt upon, but it is overpowering and inevitable. upheaval time when Wittenberg theses were startling Eu- These shelves of mighty folios, these cases of labored manrope, when Protestantism, with all its base, austere varia- uscripts, these illuminated volumes of which each may reptions, was springing into being, this little book saw the resent a life - the first dominant impression which they light, glided into the world of the sixteenth century, whose make cannot fail to be like that which a burial-ground public life wears so grim and earnest a look to posterity, leaves a Hamlet-like sense of “the pity of it.” Which is and, slipping from house to house and hand to hand, woke the sadder image,- the dust of Alexander stopping a bunglaughter in Italian eyes and fed the unquenched craving of hole, or the brain and life-blood of a hundred monks cumthe South for story-telling. Look at this annotated edition bering the shelves of the Bodleian? Not the former, perof Petrarch's sonnets, the sonnet a gem, though scarcely haps; for Alexander's dust matters little, were his work of the first water, in a worthless setting of wire-spun com- considered : but these monks' work is in their books; to mentary. At the time this was printed, Petrarch was a these books they sacrificed their lives, and gave themselves greater force in the world than Dante. Europe was still up as an offering to posterity. And posterity, overburdened young and childish, with youth's passion for grace, youth's by its own concerns, passes them by without a look or a word! shrinking from deep water and love for beautiful outsides. Here and there, of course, is a volume which has made a Ther is a Bojardo side by side wi Orlando F ioso- mark upon the world; but the mass are silent forever, and shadow and substance. And in that lowest shelf a grim zeal, industry, talent, for once that they have had permarow of Todien-tauzer quaintly underlies those tales of love nent results, have a thousand times been sealed by failure. and war. All the charuters in those haunts of pleasure And yet men go on writing, writing; and books are born are here reproduced, knight and maiden, mork and ma- under the shadow of the great libraries, just as children are tron; but beside them all stands the inevitable spectre with born within sight of the tombs. It seems as though Nature's scythe and hour-glass, and in the midst of its riot and fes- law were universal as well as rigid in its sphere,- wide tival you see the Middle-Age standing still with lown-dropped wastes of sand shut in the green oasis; many a seed falls eyes and hand on mouth, pondering for an instant the aw among thorns, or by the wayside ; many a bud must be sacful secret ringed by which it lives and laughs. Opposite rificed before there comes the perfect flower; many a little are books of alchemy, interspersed with unintelligible life must exhaust itself in a useless book, before the great ciphers. Such books as “ Leonardo da Vinci” may have work is made which is to remain a force forever. And so studied in that withdrawn transition time of his. Ah! we we might as profitably murmur at the withered buds, at the must leave it, our room of rooms, carrying with us a sum- seed that takes no root, at the stretch of desert, as at the mer picture of it - calm bands of sunlight lying on the unread folios. They are waste, it is true; but it is the brown polish of the floor, and creeping along the book- waste that is thrown off by humanity in its ceaseless prolined angles, fit companion for all the jest and laughter, cess towards the fulfilment of its law. all the love and pathos which dwell here embalmed.

We have stayed so long in the antechambers that we have no time to linger long in the Douce Library to which it leads. And yet the Douce Library is rich beyond all

A HIGH CALLING. telling in MSS., Latin, French, and English; in early printed work, in the out-of-the-way corners of Elizabethan It was done away with long ago. Government took it literature, in old stories of travel, quaintly illustrated and up, said it was dangerous, and put a stop to it. Perhaps it adorned. That centre-stand boasts four manuscripts of the was dangerous, and perhaps government was right to put a Roman de la Rose, one with four half-page illustrations,

But I didn't like it then, for it was my bread, drawn in soft, dove-like tints of gray, refreshing after the and meant five pounds a week to me; and when it was commoner reds and blues of the other three · Lancelot stopped, my profession was ruined. du Lac,” “ Reynaut et Isengrim,” “ Vie de Merlin,” “ Væu I don't look like it now, for you see I've made flesh, anil du Pon,” “ Roman d'Alexandre " - there they stand, one am close on fifty; but fifteen or twenty years ago, when I after another, names of enchantment for all time. And by was in my fleshings, I could have shown you such a figure them is the shelf of “ Hours," not the least attractive of and such muscles as you wouldn't see every day. Me and the books that surround you. Take out one of them, a my brother were a regular pair, just the same height, an I small red octavo, “ Heures Gotique,” the binder mysteri- wonderfully alike. It was a bit ol gammon; but it took ously calls it, but if you turn to the mutilated title-page wonderfully in the bills; and our manager said it would you will find that it is a book of “ Hours, à l'usaige de be utter madness to announce ourselves as Benjamin Suisions." The famous Siinon Vestre is the printer, so the and Thomas Ilitchens; so we used to be in blue letters all date must be 1310 or so; on the wide margin of nearly over London, “ Les Frères Provençaux; ” and the people every one of the 300 pages are four exquisite woodcuts, all came to see us from all parts. different, all intensely German.

We were engaged, you see, at the Royal Conduit Gardens, Durer might have alrawn them all, except that they are and did the trapeze work. Now, I dare say you'll find even quainter than his work - a priest admitting a com- plenty of people who will say it was known long before; pany of veritable Nuremberger's to celebration ; Tlerodias' but don't you believe 'em. I'm the man who invented the daughter watching the fall of John Baptist's head; devils trapeze at least, I'm the boy; that is, I invented it cast out and flying away on leathern wings; Dives and when I was a boy, on the swing in our back garden, Lazarus, terribly specific; a double pare terribly dramatie, the one we made under the old apple-tree, out of mother's of David and “Urie,” where Crie is in the prefront of the clothes-line, and rubbed till it broke all to bits, and let battle in grim earnest, and the Nuremberg-tashioned spear Tom down that heavy that he put out his shoulder. of an Ammonite lanz-knecht is entering deep into his side. You see it was from experimenting on that swing, Or if you care more for splendor of illumination than for mi- hanging by my legs, by one hand, by two hands, and upnute engraving, get the librarian's leave, and spend an hour sidedown, that I sowed the seeds of all those wonderwith the famous “ Ormesby Psalter,” the “ Salterium fra- ful trapeze exploits that have, as we say in the bills, tris Roberti de Ormesby,” as the inscription calls it, among “thrilled expectant audiences in every nerve and fibre of the most magnificent of all the monk-works of the magnifi- their frames.” Cunt fourteenth century. Not even the treasures of San Tom turned very sulky after he put his shoulder out, and Marco at Florence, whore Angelico's own hand is traceable he wouldn't try any more tricks, till he grew jealous of seeon the precious missals, can show more brilliant coloring, ing me get so handy at them (he was a queer fellow, was more fertile design, more delicate leaf-work, or more fanci- Tom, and never could bear for me to be ahead of him, even ful grotesque, than the patient life's labor of the northern in taking medicine), and then he set to when I wasn't by, iar.

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; by one foot, quite clever. I hadn't known any thing “ It strikes me,” said Tom,“ that if we get a rope or two t it, he'd been so sly; so that I was quite took' aback and some cross-bars fixed, we can rather astonish some of day when, after figuring about in my boyish fashion them; anyhow, we'll see.”

the rope, he snickered at me a bit, and then, to my I quite agreed with Tom; and a short time after, as bold t astonishment : “Get down,” he says; and he sets to, as brass, we applied to the manager of the Gardens for an

all I have done before, and a great deal more too, till engagement. Of course, he way to see what we could ends by hanging by one_leg, when , crash! the rope do; so a couple of ropes were fitted up over the stage of ped, and down came poor Tom on his head and shoulder the little hall, a bar was tied across like a swing; and on ia most terrible bang.

it we set to, turning over, hanging by hands and toes an! p got Tom, and flew at me like a tiger, because I was the backs of our heads, and playing such daring pranks, shing and I put it to you, could I help it ? — and then that we brought down the house tliat is to say, the lessee had a regular stand-up fight, which was not ended until and his friends applauded loudly; and I believe I never felt

Mary charged down on us with a clothes-prop, and so happy in my life as when he engaged us on the spot at a ght Tom by the throat with the big prong, so as she salary. I him against the wall till he promised he wouldn't fight For the whole of that season we were as successful as

Tom didn't keep his promise, for he was a ter- could be; and through constant practice we got to be very le boy for fighting, and many's the up-and-down set-to handy, and did our tricks in a way which the newspapers have had together. Woe betide any boy, though, who called graceful; but as a matter of course, there were soon ched me! It didn't matter how big he was, Tom always a host of imitators; and at the beginning of next season, k my part, and thrashed him.

people wanted something new, and the manager asked us From doing things on the rope, we took to tumbling a if we couldn't introduce something — “It must be wonderle on the ground, tying ourselves in knots, walking on fully exciting, you know,” he said, “or else it won't take. c hands; and I shall never forget the day that I first You'd think that was strong enough for them,” he conew a somersault without touching the ground with my tinued, pointing to a balloon; "but, lor bless you, they don't nds. That day was a marked one for me; first, because care now for balloons. Go and think it over. For my part, the pride I felt as I ran in the field and spun over ; I thought of proposing a trapeze at the top of the two cond, because Tom was so jealous that he took a run highest scaffold poles we can get.” d a jump, and came down on his back, making it so stiff I started a bit as he said that; and just then the balloon d bad that he couldn't move hardly for a week.

rose and went away swiftly and lightly over the trees, while At last, having done all this for our own amusement as I watched it thoughtfully, for I had got an idea into my vys, we had to give it up, for times got very bad at home. head. por father, who had only been a journeyman painter, fell The next morning I talked it over with Tom, who agreed and died; and mother moved to London, where, after a to it in a minute; and we shook hands over it slowly, for al of trying, we boys got a job here and a job there at our minds were made up. ugh painting, for, from helping father at home, we were When the manager engaged us first, he said our name oth pretty handy with the brush.

wouldn't do a bit. The Tantipalpitis' name, he said, was - Times, however, were very hard with us, when one day | by rights Bodge. The consequence was (as I have saidl), e heard of a chance. The Royal Conduit Gardens were we went in for French; so the announcement of the “ Grand eing done up in a hurry, the lessee having taken them, as Trapeze Act” of “ Les Frères Provençaux” was advertised were, at the eleventh hour; and being at a high rent, of all over London. ourse he wanted to get them open as soon as possible. Re- How well I remember that bright June day, when, going ecoration was the order of the day, and every man who forward in our grand dresses, all tights, satin, ruff, and ould handle a brush was taken on, painters being scarce in spangles, we were greeted with a roar of applause, and saw he spring.

that the Gardens were crammed with people, in the middle Well

, we went, and were soon busy at work, painting of whom was the great balloon ready filled, and swinging irbors, and arches, and touching up orchestra and artificial about as it tugged at its ropes. ky till the Gardens were opened, when the manager, who “ How do you feel, Tom?” I said, looking at him. vas a very civil fellow, gave Tom and your humble servant “ Brave as a lion, my boy,” he says stoutly. “ It's no more i ticket for the opening day.

than doing it twenty feet high.” That was a treat for us, for we were in good spirits, " True," I said; - and it is as easy to be drowned in sixty 1.ving a few shillings in our pockets. We saw the theat- as in six hundred feet of water.ricals, heard the music, looked at this, looked at that, and The next minute we were holding the trapeze bars, close were thoroughly enjoying ourselves, until we joined the to the balloon, waiting the signal for it to rise; and now, for circle about to witness the performances of the Tantipalpiti the first time, I felt a sensation of fear, and I'll tell you what family; and there we stood for some time seeing them walk gave it to me — the people, instead of cheering us as soon on their hands, tie themselves in knots, and do a few clumsy as we began to rise, kept perfectly silent, anid that seemed somersaults. Then Tom looked at me, and I looked at to go right through me; for you must know that what we him, and we went away laughing together at what we had had been advertised to do was to perform our rope and bar

tricks right under the balloon, twenty feet below the car, " Why,” said Tom at last, stopping short, and giving and that without any thing to save us if we should make a himself a tremendous slap on the thigh, “ ir I couldu't slip. do that fly-over better than any one there, I'd eat my boots." There was no time for fear, though; and the next minute " It was poor, wasn't it?” I said.

we were doing it all as coolly as could be, as we rose fifty, “ Poor ! " echoed Tom; "it was shameful.”

a hundred, a thousand feet in the air, and Boated away out We walked home that night in silence; but no sooner of sight. were we in our room than Tom whips off his coat and waist- I don't recall that I was so very glad to get up into the coat, and kicks away his boots, and then goes through half car, for the excitement kept me from feeling afraid; I rea dozen of our old tricks rather stiffly, but better than member thinkiny, though, that Tom looked rather pale. any thing we had seen.

Then we wrapped up well, and enjoyed our first hour's ride "Have a try, old boy,” he said; and I had a try; and till we came down right away in Kent. the next day we nearly frightened our landlady to death, We kept that on time after time, and the people came to and sent her off searching for help to cut Tom down, because see us in inobs. The manager said it was the greatest take he had hung himself from a hook in the ceiling. They yot he had ever hadl; and I must say he behaved to us very used to our antics at last, and took no notice of us, as we handsomely, what with raising our wages and making us tried hard to get off that stiffness, for the same idea had presents. But I dil not feel easy in my own mind, for the struck us both

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I dared not say a word, for if I had, I knew how jealous he shivering, saturated with cold perspiration; even the men would have turned directly.

in the car being silent, unnerved, as I suppose, by our narI should think we had done this about a month; and all

row escape. through that month there was ringing in my ears the words Tom wanted to go again, but I wouldn't let him. “I did of a woman who said out loud on the second time we went not tremble,” he said; "it was only a sudden fit of giddiness up: “ Ahl they'll do that once too often.” Suppose, I through being unwell.” thought to myself, we do do it once too often! But then I went up, though, many times afterwards alone, on horses there came the thought of the money, and that drove away and on bulls; and I meant to have had a car of flying swans

great deal of my timidity, as I told myself that a man for a grand hit, when government stepped in, and put a might play such antics for his whole life and never fall. stop to it; and, as I said before, very sorry I was, for it was Well, as I said, we had been doing it about a month, when my living one evening we took our places as usual. It was an extra night, and the largest balloon was to ascend; our rope, too,

THRICE. was to be lengthened to thirty feet, and at that distance below the car we were to swing about as usual.

BY IVAN TOURGANEFF. You may say we ought to have been used to it by this time; there are things, though, which you never do get used

I. to, try how you will; and this was one of them.

I AAD been shooting all day over a moor, which lay about The bands were playing away their best; the people were twenty miles distant from my country-seat. The weather eagerly looking at the half a dozen aëronauts who were to was superb, and my luck had tempted me to remain out ascend; the manager of the balloon was there; the signal much later than usual, so that it was already dark before I was given, and the people got in. Then the balloon was al- arrived at the top of a hill which marked the half-way lowed to rise so high that our trapeze swung clear, when I point of my homeward road. hung from it by my legs, holding a cross-bar in my hands, On this rising ground stood a house, which was always over which Tom threw his legs, and hung head downwards; sure to attract my notice, whether I saw it in the sunset and then away we went, up, up through the soft evening air, glow, — when it reminded me, with its closely-shuttered winso slowly that Tom's hands touched the top of one of the dows, and its general air of desolation, of some blind old elm-trees as he waved about a couple of flags.

man who had crept out to warm himself in the sun, Our custom was to hang quite still till we were up four or whether, as at this moment, the strange fascination of moonfive hundred feet, and then to begin our twining and twist- light added to the weird lonesomeness of the scene. On this ing; and so we did now, when Tom pitched away the flags, particular evening it allured me more than ever. I hesitatand we went through our tricks, rising higher and higher, ed, paused in front of the house, then deliberately made my with the faces of the dense crowd getting mixed into a con- way through the dusty nettles till I reached the low wall fused mass, and the strains of the band growing fainter and that enclosed the garden. Here I stood still, and leaning fainter, till all below was quite mingled in a faint hum. with both arms upon the closely-locked gate, I surveyed

We had only one more trick to do, and that was to cast the scene at my leisure. The garden lay before me in the loose the bar, and each man swing by his own rope. I had moonlight, fragrant and tranquil; it consisted of an oldloosened my end, the perspiration streaming down me the fashioned lawn, cut by straight paths which converged to a while, and Tom had done the same, when, swinging round central flower-bed, about which tall linden-trees made a bortowards me with a horrible white face, he exclaimed, “ Ben, der, and hid the house from view. At one point, however, a old man, I'm going to fall."

space had been broken through, and two windows of the It's no use; I couldn't tell you what I felt then, if I had tried house were visible. These two windows, to my extremest ever so, only that in half a second, I saw Tom lying a hor- surprise, were lighted. rible crushed corpse far below; and I felt so paralyzed that I looked about me. Here and there over the level grass I thought I should have let go of my own rope and fallen young apple-trees reared their heads, through whose spare myself. I could act, though, and I did, for in a flash I had

foliage the blue of the night sky could be discerned; in given myself a jerk forward, and thrown myself against front of each one its own faint, broken shadow lay on the Tom, flinging my legs round him and holding him tightly; grass, which shone white with dew in the moonlight. On and then, tired as I was, I felt that I had double weight to one side the linden-trees were of a faint green; on the sustain, for Tom's rope was swinging to and fro, and as my other they were only opaque, black masses ; a singular, legs clung round his body, his head hung down, and I knew suppressed rustling made itself heard, every now and then, he must have fainted.

in the foliage of the lindens. It was like an invitation to How I managed to hold on, I can't tell now, for though tread the pathway beneath them, a lure under their weak with all I had done, I managed to give a hoarse cry for shadowy roof. The whole sky was sown with stars; fiom the help, and the next moment I heard a cry of horror from far-off spaces of heaven their mild, bluish light was poured the basket-work car.

out; they seemed to keep silent watch over the earth. Ail Then I felt the rope begin to jerk as they began to haul things were asleep. The warm and perfumed air was mous up, and I managed to shriek out: “No! no!” for if they tionless, yet it seemed to vibrate, as water ripples, moved by had hauled any longer, they must have jerked poor Tom from a falling twig. There was a longing, a kind of thirst in this

I bent over the wall; a wild red poppy lifted its I often ask myself whether it was half an hour or only a slender stem out of the thick grass; one great dew-drop few seconds before I saw a rope lowered with a big running shone in the open cup. All around seemed to lie motionless, noose, and then I've a misty notion of having set my teeth waiting, expecting. For what did it linger and listen, this fast on the rope, as I felt a dreadful weight, as of lead,

of lead, blue, dreamy night? dragging at me. Then I felt that it was all over, and I knew that For a sound, for a living voice, this listening silence I had been the death of poor Tom, for he had seemed to fall, waited ; but all was still. The nightingales had long as I felt the rope by which I hung jerk again violently. I since ceased; and the sudden hum of a beetle flying, the light saw the earth below like a map, and the golden clouds up plash of the fish in the little pond at the end of the garden, above the great net-covered ball, and then a mist swam be- the sleepy note of some half-awakened bird, a far-off sound fore my eyes, and all seemed black and thick as night. from the fields, so remote that no ear could distinguish if

When I came to, I was lying on my back in the car, with man, or beast, or bird, had uttered it, the quick short hoofa man pouring brandy between my lips. My first words beat of a horse on the road - all these small noises, this murwere gasped out in a husky tone, for I did not know where mur, made the silence yet more profound. Some peculiar leelI was; and then I remember bursting out into quite a shrick, ing oppressed my heart; it was scarcely the expectation of as I cried: “ Where's Tom ?

happiness, scarcely the remembrance of it; I dared not move; “ Here, old man,” he said, for they had managed to drag silent I stood before this silent garden, which lay in the us both into the car; and for the next hour we sat there moonlight and the dew; I stood and looked, without know

my hold.

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ing why, and yet without intermission, at those two win- and shall I see the singer's face ? The window softly undows, which shone out a pale reddish light in the half-dark- closed, and a woman's figure was seen. I recognized her ness, when suddenly a strain of music sounded in the house; at once, though she was full fifty paces distant, and a light it rolled like a wave, out into the night; the still ringing cloud at that instant veiled the moon. It was she, the unair gave it back as an echo, and I started involuntarily. known lady of Sorrento. Resting her arms upon the sill,

Following the chords, a woman's voice made itself audi- she looked silently out into the night. For some time she ble. I listened. Ah, what! How shall I describe my as- remained motionless, then, raising her head, she cried three tonishment ? Two years earlier, in Italy, in Sorrento, I times, “ Addio!Her musical voice rang far, and seemed had heard the same song, the same voice!

to tremble in the linden-trees, and to return again from the Vieni pensando a me segretamente! Those words thrilled distant fields. me strangely; they brought back with indescribable vividness All about me seemed for the moment to be filled with the memory of that Italian evening. I had been loitering by the the voice of this woman, to repeat her words — to repeat sea-shore, and was returning honeward with rapid step; it herself. She closed the window, and shortly the light was was late ; a lovely southern night, not silent and melancholy, as extinguished in the house. with us. No; radiant, bewitching, splendid, like a happy wo- When I again became a reasonable person, which I conman in her prime; the moon was wondrously clear; great bril- fess was not soon, I entered upon a careful examination of liant stars sparkled in the deep blue heaven; black shadows the house and grounds. In the yard there was nothing unwere relieved with sharp outlines against the yellow-lighted usual to be seen, save in one corner, under a shed, a travelground. The street was narrow; on both sides of the way ling-carriage. The front of it, gray with mud which had were garden-walls of stone; above these, orange-trees dried on, stood out clear in the moonlight. The windowstretched their crooked branches, and their heavy fruit hung shutters of the house were all tightly closed. like golden balls; some half hidden in the foliage, some For half an hour I walked up and down outside the glowing in all their ripened beauty in the moonlight. Many garden wall, till at last I excited the attention of an old trees were covered with delicate white blossoms, and all the air watch-dog, who did not bark at me, it is true, but looked was filled with the strong, penetrating, yet delicious fragrance. out under the gate at me with such an ironical expression I went on my way, and, it must be owned, already so used to in his eyes, that I took the hint and went off. I had gone all these wonders, that I was thinking only how soon I should not over half a mile when I heard a sharp trot behind me. arrive at my hotel, when suddenly from a little pavilion | A rider came by at full speed, looked around for an instant which rose just above the wall under which I was passing, a at me, so that I caught a glimpse of an aquiline nose and a woman's voice struck on my ear.

She was singing a song long, drooping moustache, then taking a road to the right, which I had never heard before, and there was such a sum- vanished behind the wood. “ That is the man,” I thought mons in her tone, and she seemed to me so absorbed in the to myself. I felt sure it was he whom I had seen two years passionate and joyful expectation which the words expressed, ago slip in through the garden gate in Sorrento. that I involuntarily stood still, and looked up. There were It was almost too late to return home, and decided to two windows in the little pavilion ; the blinds were closed, pass the night in the little village about a mile beyond, and a faint light shone through their apertures.

After the where I had always a friendly welcome awaiting me from voice had thrice repeated : “vieni, vieni,” it ceased, and di- the local magistrate. He had already gone to bed when I rectly one of the windows was flung open, and a slender arrived at his door, but rose and admitted me, and as soon figure in white leaned out. She leaned towards me, holding as I could reasonably do so, I began to question him about out both hands; “ Sei tu ?" she cried, softly. In another the inmates of the house on the hill. Yes," he said, moment, perceiving her mistake, she drew back with a little “ the ladies had come.” 66 What ladies ?I asked. scream, and when I ventured to look up again, the pavilion “ The owners," he said. They are not Russian was closed and dark.

ladies ? ” —“Why not?” He believed they were RusI remained standing, and could not readily recover my- sians. “ Have they been here some time ?”. self. The face I had just seen was wondrously beautiful, long." “ How long do they stay?”. He did not know. and though it had vanished so quickly that I could not Are they ladies of fortune?He did not know. Prob perhaps recall every feature, yet the general impression of ably they were. “ Did a gentleman come with them ?” it was very strong and deep. I felt certain I should never - The village magistrate yawned, sighed profoundly, “ No, forget it. The moonlight fell full upon the wall and the I believe not; I don't know." - Who do you have for window where she had appeared, and, heavens! how bril- neighbors in this part of the country?”. Neighbors ? liant were her large dark eyes, and how the heavy curls of why, various ones.”.

-"But what are their names ?” black hair swept her rounded shoulders! How much shy “Whose names, the ladies, or the neighbors'?” -“The tenderness in her attitude ! how coaxing the voice in which ladies' names.” — My rural friend sighed once more, and she had called to me, the quick, clear-toned whisper! stretched himself wearily. “ Their names ?” he said in a I had drawn a little aside, and now I crossed the narrow

sleepy voice.

“ Heaven knows what their names are ! street and stood hidden in the deep shadow of the opposite The eldest is Anna Zeodorovna, I believe, and the otherwall. Soon I heard again a little stir inside the pavilion,

what her name is I don't know !" -“ Their family name, - a rustle and a laugh. Then I detected steps approach

then?”. “ Family name?” “ Yes, surname.”. - “ Suring from a distance. A man of about my own height name ? Ah, so! Now, really, I don't know.”—“ Are they appeared at the corner; he came up to a little door which

young ?
“ No, no.

“ But how old, I had not before observed, knocked twice with the iron then?”

“ Well, the youngest will be into the forties.". ring, waited a little, knocked again, then began to sing “ You can lie, can't you ?” in a half whisper : “ Ecco vidente." The little door un- The village magistrate was silent. After a minute or closed; he slipped in. I awakened out of my stupor, shook two, he said, “Well, you know better. I said I didn't my head, pulled my hat down over my brows, and went know." home much out of humor. The following day I walked Experience has taught me that when a Russian of the up and down in the street of the pavilion for two hours, lower orders begins in this way, it is utterly impossible to notwithstanding the extreme heat ; and the same even- get a reasonable answer out of him; furthermore, my host ing I deserted Sorrento, without having even seen the had thrown himself down again upon his bed, and could house of Tasso.

only with some difficulty move his sleepy lips. I let him Now let the reader imagine the surprise that overpowered lie, declined the offered supper, and retreated to the hayme, when in this wilderness, this remote Russian solitude, loft. I heard once more the same voice, the same song.

For a long time I could not fall asleep. " Who can she As before, it was night; as before, the voice rang

out possibly be ?” I asked myself incessantly. 6 A Russian ? suddenly from a strange, lighted room; and as before, I But if a Russian, why does she speak Italian ? This man Fas alone. Is it not a dream ? I thought. And again came says she is no longer young. That is a lie. And who is the concluding word; “ vieni !— Will the window open, the favored mortal ? Impossible to learn! But what a

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singular occurrence! Twice in succession - who could “ So! somewhat insignificant. A little withered-looking," have believed it? But I must ascertain who she is, and " So, so! And besides them, has nobody else been what has brought her here." Perplexed by these discon- here?nected broken thoughts, I fell asleep at last, and was the “Nubory. Who should come here ? " sport of curious dreams. For instance, I seemed to be “ But that cannot be so. I"walking in a desert, during the oppressive heat of noon- “Eh, dear sir! We shall never get through in this way," day, and suddenly I perceive before me on the glowing, 1 interrupted the old man grimly. Ah, this cold 1-I make yellow land, a great shadow. Looking up, my unknown my salutation to you." beauty sweeps through the air, all white, with long white “ But wait - wait a minute - here” – and I held out wings, and beckons me to follow. I rush' forward, but fast to him a piece of money, which I had been keeping ready and light she flies before me. I cannot raise myself from in my hand. But I only hit the rapidly closed door, and off the ground, and stretch my arms towards her in vain. the bit of silver rolled upon the ground. “ Audio !she cries to me, and vanishes. Why hast thou “Ah, you old rogue,” I thought, they have ordered you to then no wings ? Addio!And from all sides it cried, hold your tongue. But wait a little, you shall not escape Addio!Every grain of sand calls and hisses it at me. me so easily.' As an indescribably shrill note this -i— penetrates my And I pledged myself at all hazards to unravel this ear, I seek to drive it away as if it were a tormenting fly. mystery. A half-hour longer I walked up and down, unI seek to follow with my glance my vanishing beauty, but decided what to do next. Finally I concluded to set on she has become a cloud, rising slowly heavenward. The foot inquiries in the village, concerning the owner of the sun moves, trembles, laughs, stretches out long golden country-house, and who were the persons who had really threads toward her. These threads surround her, and arrived there now, and later to return myself, and to resume hide her from my sight. I call out madly, “ That is not observations. the sun, it is an Italian spider; who has given him a pass- The unknown lady will be sure to come out by daylight, port into Russia ? I will denounce him. I have seen him and show herself to be a living creature, and not a ghost, stealing oranges in a far-off garden.”

I said to myself. Or again, I saw the fair unknown far up a mountain side, It was a mile to the village, and I was soon there, once and hastening toward her, the way was barred by some more in good courage, and much refreshed by the cool enormous rock, which I could not pass, while from beyond morning air, after my restless night. In the village I her voice cried, Passa, passa quei 'colli,” and I strove learned from two peasants, who were on their way to their with desperate energy to tear the rock away with my field-work, all that they could tell me, namely, that the hands. Then, of a sudden, a li tle d.:rk cleft opened, country-seat and the village together were called Michailthrough which I sought to go. But an old man motioned owskoje, and that it was the property of a major's widow, me back, whom I recognized as a servant I had seen about Anna Zeodorovna Schlikoff, who had a sister, an unmarried the house on the hill. I search vainly for money, and cry person, by name, Pelagia Zeodorovna Badajeff'; that they out : “ Let me pass, and I will reward you later!” But were no longer young, were rich, almost never resided in the figure changes to a knight in rusty armor, who says : their house; except two maids and a cook, had never any “ Nay, Señor, I am not a Russian servant as you suppose. one with them, and that Anna Zeodorovna had very lately I am Don Quixote de la Mancha, the famous wandering arrived, accompanied by her sister only. This last stateknight. My whole life long I have sought my Dulcinea ment occupied my attention; it could not be believed that without finding her, and I cannot suffer it that you should these peasants were also under orders to keep silence in find yours."

Passa, passa quei 'colli ! ” sobs the voice regard to my unknown lady. To admit however that Anna beyond. “ Make way, Señor," I cry, and rush furious- Zeodorovna, the widow of five-and-forty, and that young, ly forward. His long lance pierces my heart. I fall as if charming creature whom I had yesterday seen, were one deail, but I see her coming, bearing á lamp. She bends

and the same person, this was purely impossible ! Pelagia over me where I lie, and she says, scornfully: "So this is Zeodorovna, however, was not, according to account, in any he, the weak-hearted one! He desired to know who I am!” way distinguished for beauty, and besides, I could not And as she speaks, a drop of burning oil falls directly upon but shrug my shoulders and laugh disdainfully at the bare my wounded heart. I cry out “ Psyche!” and awake. idea that this woman whom I had seen in Sorrento bore

Long before sunrise I rose and dressed, and slinging my such a name as Pelagia Badajeff. And yet, I thought, I gun over my shoulder, walked straight back to the scene of saw her yesterday in that house; saw her with my own my last night's a:lventure. Larks were twittering on every livint eyes. Vexed and ill-tempered enough, yet more side, and jays were screaming in the birch-trees, as I drew eager than ever to attain my object, I thought at first I near the house. All was quiet, save the dog, who snarle 1 would return directly to the country-house. I looked at at me from under the gate. With an impatience that was my watch; it was only six o'clock. I decided to wait. No almost vexation, I waited for some signs of life on the part doubt every one in the house was yet asleep, and to reof the inmates. Presently, a little side door opened, and appear there again would be idle and foolish. In front of the old servant-man whom I had before seen, came out. Ile me was plenty of low growth, behind me an aspen-wool. wore a striped jacket, his coarse gray hair stood out stiflly I must do myself the justice to own that, notwithstanding from his head, and he looked the very embodiment of dis- the thoughts which tormented me, the noble passion for content. He regarled me with surprise, and would have fickel-sport was not yet extinct in iny

soul. Possibly," I retreated, but I called ont hastily, “My dear! my dear!” thouyht, “ I may shoot a brace of cocks, and so pass away - “What do you wish at this early hour?” he said. the time.” But I was inattentive, and consequently uu“ Tell me; they say your mistress has come ?"

successful; and when at last my watch assured me it was silent a minute, then replied slowly, “ Yes, she has come.” nine o'clock, I resolved to return to the house on the hill. -“ Alone?" - No, with her sister.” — “Hadd they Making my way out of the woo', I came upon a grassvisitors yesterday? “ There were none.”

He would grown road, leading I knew not whither; and while I stood have shut the door. “Wait a moment, my dear.

thinking about it, there came suddenly in sight, approachthe favor." The old man coughed and shivered with the ing me from among the trees, two figures on horseback, cold. “What do you wish then ?” he said.

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- my unknown beauty, and the man whom I had seen the beg, how old is your mistress ?He looked at me hesitat- preceding evening on the road to the village! ingly. “ How old is she? I do not know," he said. “ She They rode silently, holding each other by the hand, and must be well past forty." - —“ Past forty! The sister, then ; the two horses scarcely seemed to advance, so very slow how old is she?” — She m'ist be well near forty.” was their gait. When I had recovered from my terror,-it possible? Is she a handsome woman?” — "Who, the truly it was nothing less than terror, no other name can I sister?Yes, the sister." He made a grimace. “I possibly give to the feeling which overmastered me, - my know not how she may appear to others. To me she is not gaze fastened itself upon her with the most intense eagerhandsome.”—“What do you mean by that ?”

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