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“S. - Solferino. Yes, here you are, and the particulars “I will,” she answered, impressed by the solemnity of of your case."

his tone. They were written in her physiognomy. He who runs “Young lady, I congratulate you,” said the Professor, may read. Principal : youth, a pretty face, fresh voice, with a bow. and a dozen lessons from a fashionable master; set against “ Thanks, thanks.” She rose to go, but hesitated. this, little knowledge of music, less love of art, no anxiety Probably “ 'Terms reasonable was in her mind. to learn, only to rise.

Everard interposed. “ That we will settle, later, when " I understand,” said Everard, gravely, “ that for two my bright predictions are in a fair way to be realized. My years you have been a concert singer in the provinces with terms may sound high to you now. They will not then, very limited success. You are dissatisfied with the position, when you make your fifty pounds a week.” and impatient for an opening. Is it so ?”

Her eyes glittered at the golden vision. She assented.

“Only mind you keep to the unpronounceable name. "First, will you let me hear you sing? What have Be photographed in furs, or on a sledge.”

you brought? Ah! the old, old story. Operatic airs and “But stay,” she said, suddenly; "after all, here are but * English ballads, ancient and modern. Well, you shall a dozen songs, and when people get tired of these " choose your piece."

" That day will be long in coming. Such little bits of She chose the Jewel Song from “Faust,” attacked it .genre' music do not require to be varied.” bravely, and slaughtered it with energy and resolution. “ But it must come at last; and then, when I have sung

“ Indeed, you have a most lovely quality of voice," ob- them all again and again in every concert room in Engserved Everard, almost mournfully, when she had finished; land, what shall I do?

"a sound ear, too. Ah! if you were to give up public “ Go to America." ar singing for a time, and study seriously — for two years, say There was no more to be said. Away went the future - you might do much.”

Russian nightingale, in all the plenitude of hope. * Two years !” The young lady's countenance fell. Apparently my friend had a large practice. She had "Oh, Mr. Everard !” she continued, reproachfully, “is scarcely disappeared when a second visitor was admitted

this fair? I thought you undertook in one or two lessons - a thin, spare man, a melancholy object with a long beard, 3. to

sunken eyes, rusty coat, and a generally rejected and de“Yes, yes,” he broke in, changing his tone, “ and from jected look about him that could not be misread. Here, in** that point of view you have nothing more to learn except deed, was a bad case - one who had called in the physician

from me. I will not hide from you that your execution is at the eleventh hour. faulty, your intonation careless, your shake absurd, your “ Mr. Gabriel Gaunt, I believe,” began Everard, courstyle of vocalization — what style there is — as bad as can teously. “I must apologize for not having yet returned well be. Go on as you have begun, and in a few years it those pictures you sent here for me to see.”

will be painful to listen to you. But my remedy is as sim- “ Thanks ; but they have not been missed,” he retorted, 50ple as your case is serious. First tell me, Annetta Solfe- with bitter emphasis ; " there is no demand for them elserino, is that your real name ?”

where that I am aware of.” "My real name is Hannah Simmonds,” she replied, “ But you paint uncommonly well, let me assure you," blushing, and with a little laugh;.“ but it would never do said Everard, soothingly. “Have you been at it long? for a singer, you know.”

“ Only all my life. I am five and forty now, and all to “Of course not. There's a fitness in all things, and find Gabriel Gaunt no nearer fame than at starting." programmes must be considered. The question is, would “Because you have missed the way. You complain you mind being, shall we say, Annouchka Sobieski for a that your pictures are neither hung nor sold. But, in the change ?"

first place, you seem so fond of large canvases, my dear sir, "Well, no,” she replied ;“ but what for, Mr. Everard ?and aim at such ambitious and varied subjects — Prome

He unlocked a drawer and took out a roll of music. theus,' • The Earthly Paradise,'' Alexander's Feast,'• The " .

Good Samaritan.'" derstand, but they are written above

, phonetically, as they But I have given to each the attention it deserves ; ought to be pronounced. It is a Russian song.”

grudged neither time, nor pains, nor thought.”. she asked, rather doubtfully, when she And all in vain, sir, as you see, this self-sacrifice of bad read it through.

yours to the sublime.” Everard shrugged his shoulders. "I don't say that. “ What !” cried the artist, disgusted; “ but is it not the But it is strange, quaint, new — and quite easy. Let us go essence of art to fly high? Of all its purposes, surely the through it again. You have really some very good last to be neglected should be its mission to offer the ideal points"

to refresh, refine, and elevate the minds of men wearied So she had. She sang extremely well with her eyes, and debased by the commonplaces and uglinesses of everyand if she could not shake, at least she could smile and

day life ? knew it.

« Sir, no more,” broke in Everard ; "you are in a danHe

gave her a careful lesson on the proper reading of the gerous way, indeed. Have you never reflected that your song, with hints as to producing the greatest effect in pas- public for the most part are accustomed in every-day life sages here and there. He was very particular about a to disclaim for themselves, to pooh-pooh and decry in certain long drawn unaccompanied note coming once in others, all lofty motives and ideas ? We are unprepared every verse - one of those little bits of (musical) local to take pleasure in these, even in art. Ideal beauty, coloring, like the Irish howl, or the clic clac of the Spanish grandeur, heroism – their shrines are deserted; for the muleteer, which, as he explained to her, have a power be- popular idols whose worship it is usual, not to say univeryond melody or harmony for procuring a rapturous encore. sal, to profess are gain and comfort."

"I have here about a dozen of these songs,” said he, " Then, do you hold out no hope ? Am I not a man as arranged by myself. Pearls without price, for they have well as an artist? Must I go on forever working in vain, never yet been published. They are all within your com- and all through this fatal utilitarianism that is overspreadpass, and I have added all the necessary notes and marks. ing the tree of English art like a parasite, and eating the Sing these songs as directed ; and I have but one more in- heart out of the good old oak ?junction to make, but that I must insist upon. Never, in Everard smiled at his warmth. “ Sir, let us hope even public, sing any others. Be known everywhere — for your case will benefit by my treatment. Unfortunately you everywhere you soon will be known — as the singer of bave no tricks, no mannerisms, for us to work upon." Russian songs. Once for all

, can you renounce Mozart “ I trust not,” he replied, “considering how I have and all his works, and, in a word, all vocal music in which worked to avoid them. I abhor art mannerism.” you invite comparison with other performers, your supe- “So much the worse for you,” said Everard, dryly. riors ? "

is too late to begin the study now; but there is a chance

* Is it pretty?

“ It dare say.

for you still. Sir, I must be plain with you ; you must re- slight subjects, or to cope with great ones

bis failures nounce your lofty images, grand sentiments, and all the composition, in portrait-painting, except the drapery. H. aspiring principles of ideal art. They don't agree with was quite conscious of his shortcomings, and did not, live that mass of organic matter, the public I mean, on whom Mr. Gaunt complain of the unappreciative public; he hat your success depends. These are not what they hunger a personal craving for success, which he knew to be alto and thirst after, - that can afford them the pleasure, the gether out of proportion to his powers. relaxation they look for in the intervals of business. You " You should adopt some well-known manner,” said Er have, sir, a pleasing style, a true sense of beauty, and your.erard, deliberately.; " some particular quality or texture, coloring is excellent. Put away the fascinating creations as it were : the woolly, the flufiy, the silky, the velvets of mythology, religion, and poetry. My plan for you is the streaky, the spotty, or else some pervading tint: some that you should become a painter of juvenile life, of scenes thing which shall always be prominent in your pictures from the nursery stage of existence, exclusively. Keep by which they may be identified directly. It is like hoist your old titles if you like ; the contrast between the impos- ing a flag. Other striking qualities wanting, strangers ing name and the pretty subject is always piquant. may know you then by your colors at a distance. The peThus :

culiarity may sometimes seem to you a fault in itself ; bir " • Prometheus :' A little urchin has stolen his father's the secret is not to be ashamed of it. Seize the eccentriccigars, and is smoking on the sly:

ity of some fashionable modern painter, exaggerate it into *** The Good Samaritan :' Little girl giving away

her a vice, make it the leading characteristic of all your work, bun to a beggar.

and you will always find a party who will extol it as a ". The Earthly Paradise :' A child in the midst of its merit." birthday presents.

“ And the subject, sir". « « Alexander's Feast :' Children at tea eldest boy “Is

- a detail.

Artists may one day learn to dispense presiding.

with it altogether; but I advise you to retain a nominal one “ There is a mine which is practically inexhaustible. - no matter what, if you have a fashionable manner. You You may ring the changes on such themes forever. With may range from a young lady in her toilette, from Madanie your technical dexterity I can promise you wealth, fame, Elise to -- a pot of pickles." popularity to your heart's content. These works make "I fear you consider vulgarity to be one popular charsocomparatively little demand upon you, require but slender teristic in modern Art,” said Crotchet, looking up suspiforethought, study, or research. You are married, sir, I ciously. “ But we must live, you know."

“ Aye, and thrive; and so you will,” said Everard. "I “ I am.”

only undertake to answer for the present; I am no prophet, " And, excuse me, a father?

but sometimes unborn ages will crowd upon the soul, and “Of six," he sighed.

in such moments I see a picture gallery of the future. Al “ So much the better. How easily you can manage a the paintings are sold, and at large prices. A new era bas design for · The Earthly Paradise' - nursery Paradise, dawned

- a golden age for artists, if not for art, and the you perceive. Study of new toys — humming-top, woolly exhibition is become a series of ingenious advertisements. lamb, horse and cart, soldiers. What a rich field for clever Thus No. 1 represents a burglar picking, or attempting to little bits of accessory painting! Or a sketch for the pick, a safe. The safe is admirably painted, and the picChildren's Feast. Study of tea things — fruit, sugar, ture playfully entitled, “Who is Griffiths ? No. 2 is a plenty of jam, and buns. Everybody will exclaim, · How study of a laundry maid turning over a pile of snow-white natural !

collars, cuffs, and lace handkerchiefs on a shelf; beside her "Yes, but how trite! Where is imagination, where a large packet of the unrivalled Glenfield Starch.” No. poetical beauty, elevation, force, significance, and sugges- 3, a girl walking out in the rain — the figure is secondary; tion?

the conspicuous object, 'the Desideratum Umbrella.' No. Excluded, I grant. But, trust me, triteness is the 4, the modern Lady Godiva,' holding a pamphlet on safest art investment for the coming year. Make up your Mrs. Allen's Hair Restorer. No. 5, a sick child fast mind to it, and, with your abilities, you may look on your asleep - thanks to the only genuine Chlorodyne;' and so fortune and name as established.”

on throughout the catalogue. And if to-day' a picture is “ And then — then, I shall be able to return to subjects worth hundreds as a useless luxury, how much more will of a higher stamp, and the very works that passed unno- it not be worth to the purchaser, who sees in it a lucrative ticed, signed by an obscure name, will be appreciated at

However, the Royal Advertisement last."

Academy is not yet, and all I have to say to you, sir, is " At your peril!” said Everard, decisively. “And this take care of your manner, and let the subjects take care of is another important constitutional peculiarity in the art- themselves." loving but conservative public with whom you have to deal. Crotchet was looking thoughtful exceedingly. “I think Once become their favorite painter in some special groove, I begin to see my way, at all events,” he said. and others are closed to you. They will allow you no " It is a smooth and easy one, and soon leads to a rich merit in other walks, and think it impertinent if you try to art sinecure. Good morning, sir, and be sure to let me change. Choose, then, once for all, between the great and hear from time to time how you get on.” the little Prometheus, high art and obscurity, the nursery Crotchet took his departure in the highest spirits ; he is and renown."

now one of the most expensive painters we have. He had chosen. He took from Everard the list of sub- “ Who is next?” asked Everard of the servant. jects, pressed his hand, and silently withdrew. Suddenly “Mrs. Tandem Smith.” he came hurrying back :

“ Ah! and this is her third consultation. It ought to “I beg pardon, Mr. Everard, but could you manage to be the last, and perfect the work. Well, we shall see, let me out some other way? I see Crotchet, a friend and Bring me those MSS. on the table, and show the lady in." brother artist, waiting in your hall, and I don't care for him A very interesting-looking person she was; still young, to know that I've been here.”

with a pretty featured, intelligent, refined countenance Everard smiled, and kindly allowed Mr. Gabriel Gaunt well-dressed in black, and extremely graceful. There was to make his exit by the garden.

that in her appearance which, like the opening period of a I was amused at hearing Crotchet's name.

He was an

good poem or povel, promised attraction. acquaintance of mine, too; a young painter with plenty They proceeded to business at once. I could see that of facility, ambitious, greedy of praise, yet disturbed by the lady was in earnest. Here was no sentimental girl certain misgivings, founded, I thought, on an intuitive solacing herself for imaginary sorrows by the sight of them sense of want of original genius.

in print, but an ambitious woman with a definite goal she He and the Professor talked long and confidentially. was bent on reaching. No wonder that Everard seemed Crotchet described his symptoms, his inability to ennoble o enter into ber affairs with special empressement.

trade investment!

“Well, madam, I am happy to say that I consider the and stops short in that attitude. Both turn as red — as last chapters very much improved indeed. The whole roses, you would write, madam. Nay, never be betrayed novel will of course require to be re-written ; but once fa- into sentiment — say lobsters or carrots." miliarize yourself with the right key, and you are safe. Let Mrs. Tandem Smith was making a wry face. “Well, us take the introduction, where I find most to object to - Mr. Everard," she rejoined; "they say you understand in the style, that is. As for the scene, it will do ; in fact, these things. Frankly, the style you recommend I neither I rather like it. You open with a young fellow

a ruined

like nor approve, but I am afraid — I mean, I hope I shall spendthrift, playing, so to speak, with the idea of suicide. easily acquire it.” You have described his state of mind very powerfully — too “You will find it a very useful exercise sometimes to powerfully: Truth is truth, but not always amusing, and take passages from the serious romance writers of past gen. your aim should be to amuse. Your description is too long erations and translate them into flippant, modern-novel and too serious, madam. Consider the impatient tempera- English. Thus — here is a description which would hang ment of the modern reader, and abridge. Now look at heavy nowadays: “A western wind roared round the hall, your opening page, beginning, “It was the first of June,' driving wild clouds and stormy rain up from the remote etc., but wbich I should propose to re-write thus."

ocean. All was tempest without the lattices — all deep And Everard began to read aloud from the MS. before peace within. She sat at the window watching the rack bim: ““16 '70, No. 19, Duke Street. _Scene First in heaven, the mist on earth ; listening to certain notes of floor chambers handsomely furnished. Time 5 o'clock. the gale that plained like restless spirits notes which, Curtain rises and discloses Tom'".

had she not been so young, so gay, so healthy, would have " But I am not writing a play or a letter," objected the swept her trembling nerves like some anticipatory dirge; lady, half laughing.

in this, her prime of existence and bloom, they but sub" That is the very reason, madam. Patience, I beg. dued vivacity to pensiveness." Curtain rises and discloses Tom, sunk in a reverie and “ This would run better in a bantering vein - thus : an arm-chair. “ What shall I do? Shall I brave it out • The brave northwester is dancing round the hall, polkand go to meet Bella in the park? Shall I take the mailing with the rain for a partner. All the racket is outside and bolt to Boulogne, or shall I pitch myself over Water. -inside we are mum. I sit perched at the window, starloo Bridge into the river ? "

ing at this spectacle of confusion worse confounded — list**What's up?' mutters the reader. • Very little, it is ening to the screeching of the gale that howls like a hunto be feared, oh, my friends! As for Tom, he, his funds. dred cats at midnight. Were I an old maid, this must and in consequence his spirits, have sunk so low that he is have sunk my spirits to zero at once. As it is, they only ready to toss up with his last shilling whether or not he fall to temperate.' shall arise and commit himself, his debts, his misfortunes, “ Or take an old-fashioned declaration of love : . Will and iniquities to old Father Thames, his arms.'”

you not give me this hand to guide me again into the par" But that is burlesque,” she exclaimed in dismay. adise of my youth ? Violante, it is in vain to wrestle with " And why not?” rejoined Everard; “in burlesque myself — to doubt, to reason, to be wisely fearful. I love there is safety. Always laugh at yourself first, is a good - I love you! I trust again in virtue and faith; I place rule. Thus you get the start of the critical reader, and it

my fate in your keeping.' is not worth his while to laugh at you.

"". Which, for the matter-of-fact spirit of the age, you ** But surely flippancy, in the particular situation, is out might render thus : ‘I want to know if you won't take me of place.”

in band, dear? I've done my best to put you out of my “Of course your point of view is the loftier of the two head; but it's no earthly use — none. I'm fond of you, - sublime, indeed. I don't deny it."

Vio, and then the world does n't seem half such a wretched " But there is but one step from the sublime to the ridic- hole to me after all. It will be rather too hard lines if you ulous," said she with a smile.

send me away now.'” “ And it is perhaps the most important characteristic of Mrs. Tandem Smith sighed, but promised attention and our age to have suppressed that step. Let us pass on. By strict obedience to all directions. ' After a few words of the way, I notice that you never make topical allusions. encouragement on the one side, and acknowledgment on the You should mention the Duke of Edinburgh's wedding, other, she took leave, Everard himself escorting her to the the Czar, the Ashantees. It lights up the novel and brings door. When he returned I, supposing his morning's work it home to the reader."

to be over, was about to show myself, when the servant re“ But such nine days' wonders are over on the tenth, and appeared, saying, these very allusions will then give my book as old-fashioned * Sir, Mr. Lamarionette waits." an air as an old photograph taken in the days of crino- “ Still they come !” I uttered from my retreat ; and Evline."

erard turned to receive the new arrival, a young gentleman " No doubt, madam, that is true in the main, and applies whose errand I guessed at a glance - he had such poetical to those who write for posterity. But as an empiric - a hair, and a lofty, happy confidence which I could only envy. teacher of success, the results I labor to produce must be “ Glad to see you, Mr. Lamarionette,” said Everard, actangible and immediate. For these you will do well to costing him affably; " and pray, sir, how goes the wicked recollect your previous disappointing experiences, and con- world with

you

?" sent to be guided by me.

“ Well, sir. You have read my · Romanesques,' and “We come now to a passage I highly commend the Chansons Watteau,'” he replied, with an airy gesture; proposal in the railway carriage. But I think in the treat- you ought to be able to tell me." ment there is room for improvement still. I would suggest “ I told you before, sir, on the occasion of your last visit, that you make Hilda in this trying and exciting hour take that I thought your · Romanesques' and Chansons Watnote of as many trivial and prosaic little circumstances as teau' rather dry and brusque, and feared they would not possible. Put down that it was a first-class compartment, take." but second rate as usual. Mention the foot-warmer, mis- “ Take!” he repeated, in disgust. called, because it was stone cold, and that somebody had “And to be frank with you, sir, the leading impression scratched Orlando Perkins on the window-pane with a dia- they left on me was that yours is scarcely a poetical brain. mond. They now approach a station ; and here a gentle. Now I wonder what put it into your head to be a poet ?man, the sole companion of Hilda and Tom, jumps out, “Come, come, sir; can you deny that in the poetry of long before the train stops. Why will gentlemen always the period all the old conventional rules and trammels are jump out before the train stops ? 'Hilda is now têle-à-tête frequently broken through? The diction is permitted to with her admirer. She loses her ticket. None of the be colloquial, boldly prosaic, even rude and disjointed at rights of men so desirable as waistcoat-pockets. Tom times ; soft language and melodious metre are utterly disgropes under the seat and picks it up. In doing so, he carded, to the economizing of a vast amount of time and finds himself for a moment on his knees before Hilda, / trouble.”

“Ah!” said the Professor, attentively ; “ so that is the Woe is me, thou art far from the watcher set high the well way you go to work is it?"

above, « Well, sometimes I dare say I could dash you off a hun

And alike unto thee are earth's pain and its pleasauoce, dred lines on the spot.”

hate and its love, "Do,” returned Everard ; " but not a hundred, please. Its vice and its virtue, the slave and the tyrant, the traitor

true, A dozen will suffice for a sample.”

Its laurel and cypress, the lotus and lilies, the roses and rue “Give me a theme,” said he, running his hand through his bair.

“ Shall I go on?” “ Theme, sir; I should have thought anything would do " Many thanks,” said the poet, " but I think I need 2010

the table, your umbrella. Stay I suppose you take that trouble you." bee flying about the room."

“ Well, sir, there you have a study in what I call Lamarionette began to write with surprising ease and decorative style of poetry - a highly popular style nome 1992 fluency. Very shortly he was ready with his exercise, days — with certain conventional forms that are very go and handed it to Everard, who read aloud as follows : erally admired; and I know of no style that offers great **

facilities for imitation." TRAIN OF THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A BEE.

“ Yes, yes,” said Lamarionette; “it does excellently ra

dare say, for songs and sonnets and such bagatelles, What was it went then presto past my ear, And whisked away till lost i’ the empty space ?

will it help me to my desire ? My present ambition, as Some winged machine. Put case, we call it Bee.

explained to you at the first, is to attempt a more importe Bee, wasp, hornet, or fiy — why, where's the odds,

tant work - something of magnitude, something to last All insect aeronauts, come you to that.

“ Exactly; but practise yourself well thus in the shorte What is the difference twixt bee and man?

pieces, and you will surely find your way to other rer Was not our common sire a jelly-fish?

similar principles — secrets to help you through wia So bee's my cousin 1,000,000 times removed.

longer and serious works. However, in parting, take this Conditions other, I had been born bee,

from me, as a hint for your grand poem ;” and he dren Bagged, stinged, four-winged, six-legged, etcetera.

from his pocket a manuscript. (The hero of a lay once famous. • What 's

“ What !” said Lamarionette, somewhat taken aback The jargon ?” ask you — I, “ The jargon 's Watts ” (There's a vile pun, my friend. Methinks more like

its length; "you seem to have written the whole play for Mine enemy.) How doth the busy bee

me already." Improve the shining hour? Query, how?

“ Indeed, no sir; this is only a single speech that might us Watts gives no why or wherefore. Smith, can you ?) occur anywhere in the poem. Take it home, and analyze And Bee's a poet. Ah! so much the worse

it well. It is extensive, certainly, as speeches go; but is For him. Ali by the natural process known

member, yours was to be a mammoth work, on a scale As Evolu- Egad, here comes the creature back.

hitherto unattempted, unique in its proportions; and the Zounds ! 'Tis a big bluebottle, after all.

name • Behemoth, a Mystery.'

“ But will it not be a great labor?” he objected; “ labor “Stop, stop, sir, that will do !” broke in Everard here. “ That is one style, certainly, and is very well — all very

is rather uncongenial to me." well — in its way; still, I wouldn't make it mine, if I were

I am not surprised at your taking alarm," said the

Professor, blandly, “for the science of Poetical Economy, “And why not?"

though very simple, has only lately been reduced to method. “ Because a crust of eccentricity of this kind, sir, popu

I advise you to study it. Then, when you read Shakes. lar though it may have been, or is, would perhaps hardly what he might have been. Don't you understand? Take

peare, you will see him a mere abstract, an outline of be safe for you to take your stand upon without some slight foundation of originality and imagination

an illustration ; Othello's dying message to the Venetian a fund of

State - a few familiar lines, most unproductive capital ideas." “I'm half afraid I am not very strong in ideas just now,”

his hands, but capable of almost infinite multiplication by use of the proper means.

Listen : he remarked, with jocose candor.

“Well, well, we must substitute something," said Ever- Speak of me as I am, nothing extenuate ; ard, consolingly. “ Adjectives are very useful in that way,

Nothing put out, dress naught in hues too fair; and I should like you to study them; for a string of pretty,

Hardness and blackness see that thou turn not musical, nonsensical, compound epithets, believe me, have

Tender and white; nor from rough car of swine

Seek thou to forge and shape a silk-soft purse sustained many a poetical reputation when imagination

For dames to toy withal. It is but meet and wit fell short. You will have to change your manner, That I should suffer this. It is but fit sir, but, on the whole, save yourself trouble in the end; for

This my dumb brow be seared, my head girt round here, at least, you may take any substratum however barren With fiery crown of scorn, my hand accursed, -a copy-book text, a doggrel verse- - trick it out with forced My life shame-slaughtered and my fame consumed, metaphors, alliteration, archaic forms, and swinging metre,

Since blood once shed still crieth from the ground. and you will be astonished to find how well it looks and Nor set down aught in malice poisoned-tongued. sounds. Here is a sketch that will give you an idea of the

Did I walk black as all-devouring death, style of thing. I have taken the barest framework possi

Feller than gnawing fire, breath-draining steel, ble — four lines of a nursery rhyme, Twinkle, little Star.'

Or than the yawning grave, or greedy foam But see how easily they may be expanded. To begin with,

That lips the shores of Cypress, still what cause

Is here, what plea, what warrant, or what need, we will give it a fancy title:

To smite with slanderous fang? Then must thou speak

Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
L'ETOILE DU NORD.

Not in the gyves of reason, maimed by fear

Of scathe or peril that might come thereof, The shimmering, shivering, trembling, twinkling starlet white, But, free as fire or wind, or the blown sand Dancy rays darteth down, showering blossoms of silvern light; That shakes the desert, love uprose, a sword () shudder and shimmer and tremble and blink from afar,

To scour the earth, to save or to destroy ; Faery-beamed Phosphor, heaven-bespangling, sheen-shooting Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,

Perplexed in the extreme, heart all on fire

With venom as with wine, soul set on edge, Full often I mervaille, starlit, in midnightly musings y'lost,

Brain stabbed with madness till the senses reeled, Dazed in yon skyey depths, on the ocean of fantasy tossed ;

And knew not hell from heaven, then blindly dealt And, ah! would that I wist, bright herald, what eke thou The double-smiting stroke that told both ways, mayst be,

And hurled the smiter to the pit of death, Thy name would I know and thy nature, and the spell thou art There to lie still and rot; of one whose hand, shining on me.

Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away

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those who “ seek after familiar spirits,” how merrily should
Heaven's flower; whose iron lips with a sword's kiss we have laughed the absurd prediction to scorn! Not
Drank out the heart they breathed by, one whose heart
Shot flame to quench the life whereon it fed,

much more attention should we have paid to it even had Then like a dead husk shrivelled fell; whose eyes,

we known that just three years before (in 1848), Miss Kate Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Fox, of Hydesville, State of New York, at the mature age Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees

of nine, had received monitions from the spirit world in the Their medicinal guin, or autumn boughs

form of a bail-storm of raps on the walls and floors of her Bleed sere and crimson leaves, or winter skies,

abode. It seemed, indeed, scarcely more likely that the Drop feather flakes of snow. Set you down this,

juvenile “medium” should open a new dispensation for And say besides —

Europe and America, than that her contemporary little * Enough, enough l” cried Lamarionette, to my inex- visionaries (or naughty little impostors, as the case may be) essible relief. “Pray say no more, but give me the of La Salette should send half France on pious pilgrimage tes. I perfectly understand. Good morning to you.” to the spot where they saw, or did not see, the Virgin. * There,” sighed Everard, as the door closed upon him ; The lesson that great events may spring from small causes, rou may appear. The last applicant has been disposed and that the foolish things of the world not seldom con

found the wise, is, however, by no means a new one for * Not yet,” said I, emerging from my hiding-place. mankind, and we have now very plainly to reckon with One patient more, and by appointment, too.”.

Spiritualism as one of the prominent facts of the age. We Everard fell into a brown study. “Yes,” he resumed will not take upon ourselves to guess how many disciples it last, reverting to our former conversation just as if he may boast in America before these sheets pass to the press ; w forgotten the interludes. “It is unfortunate that you a few millions, more or less, seem to count for little in the e so sensitive, so alive to the blemishes and shortcomings statements of its triumphant advocates; but here, in Engyu see around you, and you have no despotic hobby to land, there are evidences enough of its flourishing condition. irry you on, blindfold and reckless, across country to In nearly every company may be met at least one lady or me goal or other. However, you shall have my best ad- gentleman who looks grave and uncomfortable when the lee. You wish, I suppose, for pecuniary success ?” subject is treated with levity; confesses to a conviction “ Certainly."

that there is something in it;" and challenges disproof Then write a pamphlet with a title to catch the mil. of miracles which she or he has actually beheld, heard, and ion - How I went abroad on five francs a day.'

handled. Not seldom are to be seen persons in a later I demurred, and confessed to more ambitious' aims. stage of faith, easily recognizable by wild and vision-seek" Ah! you wish for notoriety. Then try personal satire ing eyes, and hands and feet in perpetual nervous agitation, La libel in any form of fiction you please; but introduce who take no interest in other conversation, but eagerly real, well-known men and women, members of the aristoc pour out narratives, arguments, and appeals concerning racy if possible, with every detail interesting or uninter- Spiritualism whenever they can make an opportunity of esting you can rake up; any back-stairs gossip about their introducing the subject. Even the pulpit is no longer free private lives, habits, residence, dress, manners, virtues, from spiritualistic interpretations of religious mysteries; and vices; only disguising their names, but so flimsily and the periodical press, which long confined itself to such

that there shall not be the slightest difficulty in identifying attacks and refutations as those by Lord Amberley in the - everybody.”

Fortnightly Review, by an anonymous writer in the New l'exclaimed in indignation. The scurrilous was most Quarterly Magazine, and by a well-known physiologist in repugnant to me.

the Quarterly Review (October, 1871), has now opened its You are very particular,” said Everard, with a twinkle colunins to two very remarkable papers in its defence, by of the eye; “ but I was afraid that would hardly suit you. Dr. Alfred Wallace (Fortnightly Review, May and June, Could you manage a book of American humor? 1874). This double essay, indeed, by the distinguished Then, frankly, I see but one chance for you yet. Become traveller and fellow-originator with Dr. Darwin of the a critic."

“ Doctrine of Natural Selection,” may be justly said to * A critic !”

mark an epoch in the progress of the movement, and we "Yes. Then you can give play to your fastidious taste, can scarcely do wrong in taking it as the first serious chalfree vent to your indignation against the successful unde lenge to us from competent authority, to give to the marserving, and derive profit from both. The trouble to a vels of Spiritualism a fair and full investigation. man of education and talent like yourself is fractional, the To many readers, indeed, we believe it has not unsuccessgratification immense, the pay liberal. Ambition, if you fully so appealed; causing them to hesitate as to whether

suffer from it, will be fully satisfied. You will help to rule they were justified in holding back any longer from inquiry, 4the ruling power, public opinion, with a rod of iron. Nobody can afford to insult or despise you. I will give you

even while the process remains to them eminently distaste

ful. In view of such a dilemma it may be not inopportune a letter of introduction to the gentleman who edits the popular journal, The Asp."

to discuss briefly, not the Evidences of Spiritualism, but

the preliminary question — Whether we are intellectually * Thanks, no," I replied, hastily. “I have an old-fash- or morally bound to examine and weigh those evidences ? ioned prejudice against vivisection."

Spiritualists, to do them justice, very candidly warn us that " Upon my word, then, my dear fellow, I must give you the task is no trivial one, to be performed in a hurry: They up." said the Professor. “I can only hope you may shortly scoff indignantly at the notion that five unsuccessful séances come to a better state of mind, and meekly bow to the (in one of which Di Vernon appeared as an historical new glorious principle, the golden rule of the greatest in- character, and, in another, Socrates with a straight nose capacity of the greatest number holding sway, as elsewhere, and a disinclination to speak Greek) were sufficient to 60 in the Fine Arts."

warrant Lord Amberley in pronouncing Spiritualism an A sadder and wiser man I left “ The Laurels,” dismissed imposition; and they bid' us admire men who, like Dr. Sexas an Incurable by my old friend, the Professor of Success. ton, are prepared to spend fifteen years in inquiry before

the “needful evidence” to convince them is vouchsafed.1
To sift and collate the mass of evidence already produced ;

to cross-examine the witnesses, and weigh the value of
MODERN SORCERY.

their individual testimony ; finally, to institute the requisite

actual experiments at séances innumerable, would be to exHad some one stood under the crystal dome of the first ceed the labors of Ilercules, and repeat the weariness of great Exhibition, and foretold that in a quarter of a cen- the Tichborne trial. It is not too much to insist that extaty after that inauguration of the millennium of common- cellent reason should be shown for the devotion of so much

England would incur the denunciations of the Hebrew time and toil to such an end; nor need we be alarmed at prophets on a land of wizards and necromancers, and of

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