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secret key, was a closet containing the gi. his departure two or three gold-pieces to pay / ace, or else waited for him in the vestibule gantic strong-box, wherein was deposited his for his depredations.
of any house in which he went as a guest. marvelous collection of diamonds. This He passed pearly his whole time in the Some one once asked this magnificent at. strong-box, in itself a marvel of mechanism, house. He remained in bed, where he read, tendant concerning the duties of his post. was suspended by four chains in the cavity wrote, and received bis intimate friends, till " I'm for looks, and not for use," he made which it occupied, beneath which was a well about four o'clock in the afternoon, after answer, showing his snowy teeth. dug deep beneath the foundations of the ho
which bis toilet always took up an immense One night at a ball given by Prince Je. tel, so that the duke bad but to press a spring time, so that during a great part of the year rome Bonaparte, the duke's carriage was de in order to cause his treasure-chest to disap- he never saw the sun. The excessive care layed for a few moments. The negro came pear from view. Besides which, the closet which he took of his person, and the artificial forward to announce its arrival, and immedi. was so constructed that, had any one inac. character of his make-up, are matters of pub- ately he was surrounded by a number of the quainted with the secret of the lock essayed lic notoriety. He painted his face, or caused guests, who were curious to see this splendid to open it, he would have received the dis- it to be painted, with all the minuteness and specimen of servitude, whereupon the duke charge of a number of concealed gun-barrels artistic finish that might be bestowed upon a in his impatience cried out: “Selim, clear the arranged like a mitrailleuse. In this coffer Water-color drawing. His beard, on the cult- way there! Draw your sabre, and cut me the duke kept not only his diamonds but his ure of which he bestowed much time, was down some half a dozen of these impertinent bank-notes, his papers, and his ingots of gold, combed, perfumed, and dyed daily. As to creatures!” many of wbich, to escape from prying eyes his wigs, he possessed them by dozens; and Imigine the effect of this outburst in the and fingers, he had caused to be disguised as in respect to these wigs and his manner of midst of a crowd composed of the most elecakes of chocolate. In that iron box was using them an amusing story is told. A gant ladies and the highest dignitaries of tbe inclosed all that life held for him of interest celebrated dame of the demi-monde, being new empire! or of love.
presented to the duke at the opera one even. If there was any thing on earth that the He was as much afraid of assassins as he ing, expressed to him an ardent desire to duke loved better than diamonds, it was a was of thieves, and surrounded his life with inspect the wonders of the fairy palace of lawsuit. He would go to law about the merest as many precautions as he did his wealth. ! which she had heard so much. The duke trifle or the most insignificant sum. Once He never employed a cook, never partaking gallantly promised that she should have that he sued a washer-woman about a bill of seren at home of any food, except a cup of choco. pleasure that very evening after the opera. francs. A single watch, which he sent to a late, which he prepared himself by the help Accordingly, when the performance was over, jeweler to be repaired, and of which the of a spirit-lamp. The milk for this chocolate he escorted her to his hotel, took ber up. back was formed of a single ruby, was in was brought to him directly from the coun. stairs by means of the satin-lined elevator, itself the subject of twelve lawsuits. The try, in a locked silver can, one key of which and introduced her into a dimly-lighted room, erection of his hotel on the Rue Beaujon fur. never left him, and the other was deposited where be left ber under the pretext of order- nished occasion for ten more! He said him. with the farmer who supplied him, precau- ing more lamps.' The lady waited for some self, just before he died, that he had squad. tions which did not hinder him from insisting minutes for his return, and, finally, becoming dered millions in that way, and that justice that his valet should always taste the first impatient, she began to look about her, to was a lottery. spoonful of the beverage when prepared. discover where she was. To her amazement, As to his diamonds, he consecrated fabuHe always took his dinner at one of the great she saw in one corner of the room a head lous sums to the formation of his collection, restaurants of the Boulevard, preferring usu- which stared at her with motionless and which speedily became celebrated throughout ally the Maison d'Or. Once, when he was de- glassy eyes. She rushed in terror to the Europe. Among the most remarkable of the tained in the house by some slight indisposi- door, but found that it was fastened on the trinkets which he possessed was a pair of tion, the Marquis de Planty, who was then outside. A second glance around the dimly-epaulets, formed, not of gold - thread, but his physician, scolded him for eating nothing lighted apartment revealed the fact that she of magnificent yellow diamonds from Brazil. but sweets when at home. But be could not was surrounded by heads, not five, or ten, or They were valued at two hundred thousand persuade the duke to have a steak or a chop twenty, but thirty, all of which bore a ghast- dollars each, and were exhibited at the Paris prepared for himself in his own house; he ly likeness to the duke himself. Her piercing Exposition of 1855, watched day and night was forced to go out, to have the meal cooked shrieks at last brought to her assistance a by four policemen, who took turns in mounthimself, and to bring it to his royal patient, lackey, who opened the door and released ing guard over the crystal case which conwho exacted from him a solemn oath that he her. She asked where the duke was-he had tained this treasure. These epaulets gare had never lost sight of the eatables for a mo- quitted the house. The adventurous dame rise one evening to a curious and comical ment. Reassured on this point, the duke was only too glad to find herself outside of
It was at ball given by the Count nade short work of his dinner, which he de- such a Bluebeard mansion; so she called a de Nieuwerkerke. The duke, in the uniform clared to have been the best he had ever carriage, and returned home as fast as possi- of a Brunswickian general, was blazing with caten, He was, however, nothing of a gour- ble, cured of all her curiosity in regard to diamonds, and had on the famous epaulets. mand, eating little, and never drinking wine, the Duke of Brunswick's palace. This mys- A lady, passing by, remarked to the person
terious apartment was simply the room where who accompanied ber : by his physicians, his usual beverage being the duke kept bis wigs, and the heads were “ Only look at those epaulets, made of ordinary beer. He was extravagantly fond, wax models of his own countenance, each
topazes !” however, of fruits, ices, preserves, and bon- differing slightly in coloring or in the arrange- “Topazes, madame!” cried the duke, in. bons, of which he partook on all occasions ment of the hair. Each day the duke made dignant at the insult offered to his jewels; without much regard to ceremony.
Some. choice of the particular wig and style of “they are diamonds—the finest yellow dia. times his magnificent carriage, with its four visage which he wished to assume, and his monds of Brazil. Look well at them, if you splendid horses, would be seen drawn up be- valet was charged with the task of repro- never saw any before." fore the door of a fruiterer's shop, while the ducing the colors of the wax model upon his Thus adjured, the lady, nothing loath, proprietor of the equipage, seated therein, features.
examined minutely the dazzling epaulets; was engaged in devouring piles of peaches or His dress was always extremely elegant, then she passed to the orders that the duke of grapes, which were brought to bim from though sometimes very eccentric. He de- wore, and so prolonged her inspection that the shop. At other times, when taking ices lighted in embroidered dressing-gowns and in she attracted a number of other lady specta. at Tortoni's, he would pay largely for the magnificent uniforms. Among his servants tors, and the duke was soon surrounded by a privilege of going down into the kitchen and was numbered for years a magnificent negro, crowd of ladies, all admiring his gorgeous eating the ice-cream direct from the freezer. black as jet, and of colossal stature, who, at- gems, and causing him to resemble very His great delight was to enter a confection- tired in a Mameluke costume of the very much a Palais Royal window with its throng er's shop and to eat as long and as much as richest materials, covered with embroideries of gazers. Finally, his patience became es. lie liked from the various piles of bonbons ard blazing with diamonds, was always on hausted, and he cried, suiting his gestures to and crystallized fruits, leaving behind him on guard in the antechainber of the duke's pal. | his words :
which had been forbidden to him in his youth to
“Ali, ladies, if you are so fond of dia- as usual, with minutest care. Chess and his portraiture of a man overcome with grief and mo:ds, I can show you still finer ones—I use diamonds formed the great recreations of his distracted by a conflict of emotion and duty, them for buttons to my under-garments. Wait life. On the 18th of August, 1873, he was and whether it is a delineation that exhibits a moment"
engaged in a game of chess quite late in the a knowledge of the resources of the actor's But the ladies fled.
afternoon; suddenly he arose, and saying to art. In order to adequately answer these He never forgot nor forgave the broken his adversary, “Do not cheat me (ne me questions we must take up the impersonation promise of Napoleon III. to reinstate him on volez pas), be passed into the next room. point by point. his paternal throne. One day, being present These were his last words. When his at- We all know the picture presented by at some scientific experiments, shown before tendants, surprised that he did not return, Mr. Booth in this part. His light and grace. that sovereign, on reducing diamonds to va- went to seek him, they found him in the ful figure, his pale face bordered with dark por, the emperor offered, laughing, to sacri. agonies of death, and in a few moments he and clinging hair, his features well chiseled fice all his diamonds to the cause of science expired. Thus ended that strange, heartless, and mobile with expression, his large and if the duke would do as much.
eccentric, useless life, whose commencement handsome eyes—all these personal attractions “Ah, sire," made answer the duke, with had been surrounded with such a halo of are commonly known and recognized as fita meaning glance, “I am only a poor exile, romance and chivalry.
ting him peculiarly for the character of Hamand am forced to be economical. Were I It was this sudden death that preserved let. But this pleasing image is prone, we ever to have the happiness of mounting a to the city of Geneva the inheritance of the think, to charm away the judgment of many throne as your majesty has done, I would eccentric old voluptuary, who had scandal. | people who forget that a work of art must promise to be more generous—and I keep ized its Calvinistic walls by his manners and be judged by its mental features, and not by my promises."
his mistresses for three years past. Having | its accidents. His daughter's conversion to Catholicism carelessly thrown some water from a tumbler A characteristic of Mr. Booth is that seemed to arouse in his breast a terrible en- out of a window, it had drenched a passer- he never seems to be satisfied with his con. mity against her. Up to that time he had by, who forth with threatened the duke with ceptions. His performances are marked by treated her as became his acknowledged legal proceedings. Furious at the threat, he ceaseless change. Of course, this disposition child, but afterward whatever heart he pos- resolved to tear up his will, to return to Paris, gives opportunity for improvement and develsessed seemed closed against her. When and to turn his back on ungrateful Genera opment, but unfortunately it is with this act. she married the Count de Cirrey, though forever. He would restore his rosy Parisian or more frequently manifested in mere dehe gave his consent to the alliance, he was palace, which bad been sadly damaged during tails of “business " than in expression of only represented at the ceremony by one the Commune; he would go back to the de. idea. He restlessly changes his entrances, of his chamberlains. Prayers, entreaties, lights of his Parisian life. His lawyer and his exits, his poses, his situations, his effects, and, finally, long years of litigation, were his steward had been sent for, and prepara- but these transpositions rarely bring him any exhausted in the effort to make him provide tions for his departure had already been be- nearer a just knowledge of the essential spirit for her and for her children, but in vain. gun. But, before he could make ready, he of the part. We fear that he does not change An adverse decision of the French tribunal was summoned to depart on a longer journey, his ideal, because he has no adequate ideal in this question drove him from his fairy pal- and one which knows no return His unde- to change. The character is mainly wbat he ace on the Rue Beaujon to Geneva. No par. stroyed will bequeathed his treasures to the can make it by stage situations. His eye is ticle of his immense wealth was bequeathed city wherein he breathed his last, and Charles, forever on the audience. To do things that to the countess. He at first intended to leave Duke of Brunswick, degenerate descendant will gratify the superficial observation of his his whole fortune to the prince imperial, and of the heroes of Jena and of Waterloo, took auditors is always his aim; but, in these efa will to that effect was actually drawn up. his place amid the faded figures of a forgot- forts to make a captivating picture to the eye When the war with Prussia was declared, the ten past.
or a telling point for the ear, the real Hamlet duke, then once more installed in Paris, hast
does not often reveal itself. We will endeavened to remind Louis Napoleon of the old
or to make this assertion good. compact between them, and claimed from him
MR. BOOTH'S HAMLET.
One of the innovations by Mr. Booth in in advance, as the conqueror of Germany, the
his recent reappearance in this part is to enfulfillment of his ancient promise. But a few LACH of us has his ideal of Hamlet, but ter upon the stage in his first scene at a weeks later the duke was forced to fly with probably no ideal differs from other somewhat later moment than has been usual. his diamonds from before the advancing le- conceptions in any essential circumstance. Ordinarily either Hamlet and the court are gions of the Prussians. He took refuge We all think of the young prince as a man discovered as the scene opens, or the king anew in Geneva, and there, in March, 1871, of fine sensitive organization, as one prone and queen, followed by their courtiers, enter he drew up the new will, wbich constituted to philosophical contemplation and with a upon the stage — Hamlet lingering, melanthe city of Geneva his sole heir. It is said disposition to melancholy, as a spirit upon choly and dejected, upon the outskirts of the that he came to this singular decision upon which is imposed a task too formidable for court party. But Mr. Booth now chooses to observing in what admirable condition the its brooding casuistry and its cautious intro. stalk rapidly and in a pronounced manner ancient tombs in the Protestant church of St. spection. We may differ as to the question upon the stage just as the cue for his first Peter, in that city, were preserved. Pausing of Hamlet's sanity, but this is mainly because speech is to be given. The studious and obbefore the mausoleum erected to the memory the word awakens different ideas in differ- servant spectator is at once a little dashed. of the Duke de Rohan two hundred years ent minds; and we may have varying inter- Where is the wistful, brooding, melancholy before, he remarked: “The Swiss respect pretations of certain passages; but before Hamlet, whose“ veiled lids” seek “ for his the sanctity of the grave. It is not here as us all looms up a distinct ge in which we noble father in the dust ? " Why does he it is in France, where the mob fling the ashes discern filial piety, warm feeling, impressible tell the queen that of princes into the Seine." Be this as it imagination, high dreaming, and a lordly dis
“Nor the fruitful river in the eye, may, his will contained full directions for a position. Hamlet has his hundred shadings,
Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage," magnificent tomb to be erected above bis re- bis almost infinite aspects of thought and mains.
feeling, but the central ideal is always the denotes him truly, when neither fruitful river The last two years of his life were passed same—a being exquisitely attuned by Nature, of the eye nor dejected visage denotes him in Geneva, partly at the Hô el Métropole and struck into discord by unhappy and jarring at all? And, just as there is no melancholy partly at the Hôtel Beau-Rivage. An occa- conditions,
in the manner, there is little sadness in the sional drive or visit to the theatre was bis In studying Mr. Booth's impersonation of tones. There are Hamlets who exaggerate the only distraction outside of his apartments. the Danish prince we need not enter into all melancholy of the unhappy prince in this For six months before his death, oppressed the speculations of the critics and the com- scene, but Mr. Booth almost wears bis grief by increasing corpulence, he refused to quit mentators. It is sufficient to ask whether it with a jaunty air. We think of the profound the bouse, notwithstanding the exhortations is a true picture in the leading and essential sorrow which “passeth show," and wonder of his physician. He looked after his affairs, features of the character-whether it is the | by what signs Mr. Booth imagines that he
portrays it. Absolutely, instead of the “mel. false emphasis as of gliding over sentences stored some part of the dialogue excised ancholy," the “tender," the weak and mus- without those inflections and accentuations, here in the usual stage versions, but has ing Hamlet, one sees clearly enough that that exquisite management of light and shade, now returned to the emasculated edition, this emphatic, straightforward gentleman by which the meaning is, as it were, illumi. which casts out just that portion that is of would make quick work with whoever op- nated,
psychological value in the rendition of the posed him.
The scene with Horatio, Marcellus, and Do those who discover so much excellence Bernardo, that follows this soliloquy, is very Intense feeling is prone to react toward in Mr. Booth's personation know how the so- good. Mr. Booth is always better in dialogue bysteric mirth. There are agonies that are liloquy that follows this scene ought to be than in soliloquy. Clear, direct, definite, beyond expression—the heart oppressed to delivered ? Should it be a piece of school- profound thinking is not his forte ; but the suffocation by the weight of feeling, and the boy declamation, or the outpouring of one arts of the stage serve him very well indeed brain crazed by a tumult of thought, find weighted with grief, and filled with indigna- in all scenes where there is action and inter- their best vent in some violent and fererish tion at an outrage upon his father's memory? play. He reads that sort of test-line- opposite. The words addressed by Hamlet A soliloquy is the musing of the heart. It is
to the unseen ghost when calling upon Ho
My father--methinks I see my father"spoken aloud as a dramatic necessity, not as
ratio and Marcellus to swear to secrecy, are a natural fact. The auditor hears it, but the excellently well—it is rarely, if ever, done to be explained by this theory. The ribald actor should be unconscious of this, and utter better; and thoroughly good is that which looseness of only as he feels-sometimes musingly, some- follows-“In my mind's
Art thou there, truepedny? Horatio"eye,
Come on-you hear this fellow in the cellarage" times hesitatingly, sometimes as if he brood. sentence so often giren with a wholly inadeed over the thought, sometimes with a rush quate accent. He turns toward Horatio at
and and explosion of feeling. Now, it seems to his excited question—“Where, my lord ? "- “ Well said, old mole! canst work i' the ground us that neither in conception of how a solilo-and, with a surprised but yet explanatory in
so fast?" quy should be read, nor of what profound | flection, says that the vision he sees is whol. shocks only those who do not see in these outagitation is stirring Hamlet's heart, nor of the ly of mental creation-doing this with a fine breaks signs, not of irreverence, but of an shades of meaning expressed in the language, emphasis and expression. The response of intense reaction against overwhelming bordoes Mr. Booth slow a master's skill in this “ Saw who?” to Horatio's “I think I saw
No actor seems to have understood speech. From the opening line
him yesternight," is wrong.
Some actors the significance of these passages, and hence " Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt!"
make an ado here—this also is wrong. Ham- they have usually been omitted on the stage.
let has no conception of Horatio's meaning, Even when Mr. Booth in former times spoke to the close, there seems to us little more
but he does see that something is meant. them he did not seem to feel all that they than the hurried movement of a not very Mr. Booth's off-hand, indifferent “Saw who?”
To our mind the “wild and whirl. well-trained elocutionist. Of course, there are
is an affectation of realism and is not sup- ing words” throughout this scene are not some good points, and the sympathetic auditors applaud. But there is little thought ported by the context. Horatio's remark, if assumed, have no deliberate purpose, are not
understood rightly, conveys a startling asser- meant by Hamlet to confound or confuse his or true feeling. The language is not sbaped
tion ; that he could not understand him right- / listeners, but are simply the incoherent utterand chiseled into sharply-defined meaning ly was Hamlet's prompt surmise, and hence ances of a man whose emotions are too proas if by a master, and the sentiment suffers in proportion. It is simply impossible that is—" What is it you say ? ”
the wondering, perplexed response, “Saw!” found to be trusted to customary forms of
“Who ?” | expression. to explain or describe how at times Mr. Booth
That is—" It cannot be that I heard aright; And here begins that fever of the brain gallops over his sentences in a wholesale diswhom do you mean?”
which hangs about the man ever afterward, regard of those shades of meaning and nice.
We dwell here upon these few minor cir- which some have pronounced insanity and ties of expression that make up the charm of
cumstances because they have their signifi- others the assumption solely of an "antie good reading. He is very deficient in pause,
We repeat that altogether this inter. | disposition." This fever, this hysteric wild. which, rightly used, adds effect and impres
view is well done, exhibiting as a whole an ness, this intense feeling that can only find es. siveness to the thought. He has the habit
excellent command over the resources of of throwing his emphasis upon insignificant dramatic art.
pression by abnormal methods, and in words
wholly foreign to the subject, this phase of words in one line, and running over the next
In the ghost-scene recur similar merits emotion has never, we are right in saying in a level monotone that empties it of all its
and defects. The wonder is that Mr. Booth character. Why should he say,
if we may judge from the records, been escannot “prosperously deliver himself” of a pressed on the stage. The psychological Hara“ How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, number of successive lines. One may often let is yet to arise. And this Hamld, wben be
Seem to me all the uses of this world !" quarrel with his utterance of single lines, comes, will master the character not by anal. What has of to do with the expression of the
but yet throughout the play his great force ysis but by synthesis. No man can get at idea in this line? Why should he say,
lies in these. In the soliloquy the language this wonderful creation by logical processes.
is commonly turned on as by a faucet. There He must know what Hamlet is by being Hara“.... with which she followed my poor father's body,"
is, of course, a partial grasp and expression, let, by subjectively feeling and knowing all
but never complete mastery-rarely an utter- his wayward impulses, his imaginative fanwhen no other father's body could possibly be
ance that shows subjective insight, or that cies, his philosophical brooding. He may under consideration ? But Mr. Booth has an
sort of art that subordinates the declamation not philosophically know that, not what is amazing fondness for pronouns, and rarely
to the thought. fails to throw his emphasis upon them. He,
called consistency, but what is called incon
In his speech at the sigbt of the ghost sistency, is the rule of Nature and human without an altogether false, but by an im
there is, it is true, passionate earnestness, character; but he must instinctively act upperfect reading, misleads his auditors in the
yet it is too manufactured and external, as it on this principle, and interpret by that great line
were-too little as if bis heart were bent inward light whose authority is paramount. " It is not, nor it cannot come to good,"
upon wringing from the spirit before bim a It must be conceded that Mr. Booth acts who, by the accentuation of “come,” are per- response. “Oh, answer me!” in his hands the interplay with Horatio, Marcellus, and the plexed to know why it should be a question is rather declamation than a cry of appeal. ghost, very well indeed, as the stage Hamleta of come or go. What is needed here is, with There is, however, effective “business in go. We do not know that we have seen it contrasted inflections, a full antithetical em- the scene, and if the ear craves a better ren- better done. There are good pictures, effetphasis on “is"-meaning “It is not good, dition of the lines, the eye is filled with a tive touches, and a satisfaction to the eye, if and it cannot come to good.” striking dramatic picture.
not a complete one for the mind. We are We give these few instances of the ten- The ghost is heard; the ghost departs ; / glad to send that he does not adopt the stagedency on the part of this actor to lose pos- and now comes a significant scene—that is, version of the scene which distinguishes besession of his author's meaning, but in many as Shakespeare wrote it, but scarcely as the tween Horatio and Marcellus, delivering the cases this arises not so much because of actors act it. Mr. Booth at one time re- lines-,
arise from feelings stirred by the address | AB
“For your desire to know what is between us, Guildenstern, and Polonius ; he retains the O'ermaster it as you may"
A TRIP IN CLOUD-LAND. player for a moment to ask a question or two to Marcellus, as if it were a matter between and then dismisses him—and these questions himself and Horatio that should not be pried
BOVE and around us is a vast realm, into by the other. This wholly unsupported bids the player follow the rest, and then ex
governed by good old King Nobody, notion is not sustained by Mr. Booth, as it claiming, “Now I am alone,” gives the pent- and guarded only by his faithful servant, Sir ought not to be sustained by one capable of up passions of his heart relief in a torrent Attraction-Gravitation-an aged but valiant interpreting a plain matter rightly. of words.
and still most potent warrior. And, although We come now to the second act. Through- We must pronounce Mr. Booth's utter- the birds are always made welcome guests out the scenes therein we fail to discern in ance of this speech the most signal failure by this unseen monarch, man's overtures Mr. Booth the Hamlet weighted with a pro- of his personation. He approaches it lightly, have ever been inet with suspicion and refound mystery, distracted by a whirl of with no foreshowing, with no indication of sisted. So that, since hostilities bave been doubts and apprehensions, who finds relief the tumult surging in his heart. He shakes declared, there bave been numerous incur. from the burden of his heart by wild and fe. his finger at Rosencrantz and Guildenstern ; sions thitherward by the sons of men. Un. verish utterances. Few Hamlets ever get an he is jocose even with the player; he idles; equal as these conquests were, the champion “antic disposition" on at all, but Mr. Booth's he is amused; he shows here, indeed, as he and defender of the king and his domains, erratic demeanor is one of mirth simply and does on some other occasions, a want of dig- doughty Sir Attraction-fighting single-handpurely. He is light-hearted, not wild-brained. nity as well as a lack of feeling; and, when ed as he did against organized bands and He is jovial with Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, at last he speaks, he exhibits very little of great odds—came off the victor in so many and Polonius, not fitful with a strange fever. the wild passion that the lines so powerfully of the early encounters that (being a pretty He gives little sign of the weight he carries express.
good-natured fellow) he was made generous in his bosom, except at the moments when Look at the language. Recall the scene. by his success; and, seeing by the persistthe text requires him to fall into the mood. Remember what has occurred to work up ency and ingenuity of the incursionists that There is no show of repressed grief; no un. Hamlet's emotions, and hear him exclaim : they were exceeding anxious to enjoy the terwary sighs escape from him; his comedy is
"Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am 1:
ritory, the king and he felt complimented rathnot a mask; he is not Hamlet, but a very Is it not monstrous that this player here,
er than otherwise. The crown-jewels-among good comedy gentleman playing pranks upon
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
them being the famous sunstone and moon
Could force his soul so as to his own conceit," his friends. We must say that he plays these
stone, both gems of extraordinary brilliancy pranks in a good stage-fashion. He knows and so on in like vein :
and purity-were set firmly in the vast dome how to titillate with bits of effect. His com
What would he do of the king's palace, far above the reach of ment, “My uncle is King of Denmark; and
Had he the motive and the cue for passion, any mortal; and having no other belongings
That I have !" those that would make mowes at him while
of which they were afraid of being robbed, my father lived give twenty, forty, fifty, an Then he fiercely upbraids himself, bitterly it was mutually agreeable to permit the lordhundred ducats a piece for his picture in lit- asks if he is a coward; then, with wild ve- lings of the earth to roam at will in the lower tle,” is prompted by seeing miniatures of the hemence, bursts into a tremendous denunci- departments of the realm. But to pass beking worn by Rosencrantz and Guildenstern ; ation of his uncle :
yond the lines fixed by the king was certain and this is a good trifle. His notion of ad.
“... Bloody, bawdy, villain!
death, for Sir Attraction stationed his watchdressing as an aside to Rosencrantz, “I am but Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless, vil- dog Rare Atmosphere to keep an eye on the
lain ! mad north-northwest," is done for the sake of
boundaries, and when some lawless fellows making a good stage picture, but is not justi- | A moment later he partially recovers his self- have dared to trespass they have been fied by the text, and is wholly wrong. All possession, and denounces himself for pounced upon and slain by this beast, and through this scene we detect the actor wbo packing his heart with words,” and “falling then have been thrown back among their fel. has a thorough command of the stage, but a cursing like a very drab."
lows, terrible examples of the fate awaiting not one who has thorough command of the Unpacking his heart with words! This all trespassers. ideal he is attempting to portray—whose is the clew to the passionate outbreak. It A trip in a balloon! Wły, the mere Hamlet here is light and childish rather than is the one occasion during the whole play thought of it, even to one who has never profound, which rarely seems to be really that the overwrought heart finds this vent. up," brings a flood of pleasing and burdened, shadowed with a great mystery, Better for Hamlet had it been oftener. The ennobling sensations. For who has not enand seeking to hide the wound in the breast heart that forever sits brooding over a wrong vied the eagle his power to skim the treeby forced and fantastic mirth.
is sure to go distraught. But Mr. Booth tops, to hover above Niagara, to circle mounReally absurd, for which we must hold Mr. does not unpack his heart. He does not tain-peaks, to poise himself aloft and survey Booth accountable, is the idea of Polonius ad- show us one freighted with feeling that needs creation, or to mount straight upward and dressing to the player, after the “passionate must deliver itself through the vebemence gaze at the sun ? speecb,” the words, “ Look, whether he has of words. This speech can scarcely be ut- So, considering all these points, the de. not turned his color, and has tears in his tered with an excess of frenzy. The man's lights of a balloon-voyage appear so various eyes !--Pray you, no more," instead of to whole volume of grief here rushes into ex- and so complicated in their nature that I Hamlet, to whom it was obviously made. pression. There is no reserve. There is no hardly know where to begin in the enumeraWhat possible concern could Polonius feel in moderation. There is a tumult that in the tion of them. The best general summary the fact that the player was effectively simu- actor's hands should be limited only by those of these delights that I am capa 5le of is lating the passion of the speech that he was laws of art by which effect is not destroyed this: a sense of triumph, a sense of calm delivering? It is because the prince is so visi. by extravagance. It is something, indeed, that satisfaction with one's self which is far rebly affected by the passion of the player that if rightly done would tax the full measure of moved from conceit, and a sense of the very the garrulous but ever - watchful old man an actor's power and of his art, and yet no best of good will toward all created thingswould check it. This view is fully sustained art could compass it. It is here that genius in short, all that goes to make up what the by Hamlet's passionate outburst that occurs must reveal itself if the requisite reach of philosophers call perfect pleasure. a few moments later, in which we see how iu- feeling and overpowering passion is to be at- Probably the finest balloon-voyage for tensely the player's speech had stirred his tained at all.
pleasure ever made was that when a party of soul to its depths.
We have now reached the third act, when five journalists, representing the principal It would really seem as if the significance arises the perplexed question of Hamlet's san. morning papers of the metropolis, rose from and matter of this tremulous soliloquy were ity. But we have already occupied as much Madison Square, New York, one calm sum. patent on its face.
overcome by space as can be spared in one number of the mer afternoon, in the stanch air-ship Barnum; the simulated passion of the player, and Journal for this subject, and must bence captain, Washington H. Donaldson. It was is eager to escape to himself. He hastily postpone the rest of our remarks until next the writer's good fortune to be a member of but not uncourteously dismisses Rosencrantz, week.
the party. The course the winds willed we
should take lay over what is acknowledged der somebody's table, and wanted to drop entranced by that contest up there in the to be the finest scenery in America, being down again and have the nap out. That he clouds. along the Hudson as far as Fishkill; thence was in a very bad humor about something I find I am unable to do more than back into the country, striking the river seemed certain. But none of this proved to glance at the subject. A score of delights again at Hudson; thence across the Cats. be his fault. The enemies that put him in remain unmentioned, chief among which, kills near the Mountain-House, and so on up this sorry plight, and came so near destroy. | after some other sensations similar to those to Saratoga, where the final landing was ing our good opinion of him as an industri. already described, is the curious appear. made. We were in the air twenty-six hours ous, sober fellow, were clouds of vapor that ance which the landscape assumes. The for-a plump night and day.
rose from the intervening Hudson and float- | ests, cut into at one point and another by Never can I forget that summer night. ed in dense masses in front of him. He was the axe of the woodman, presented to us from Sailing out over the Pludson a few miles be- not slow to recognize his peril; and, fight- our shifting perch in the air all sorts of grolow West Point, we remained above its wa- ing as a wronged man always fights, and tesque figures: in one place we saw a pair ters at a height of perbaps two hundred feet using his ardor with great advantage (a of eye.glasses, the glasses represented by two more than an hour, slowly coursing to the thirg which few people have the knack of dabs of woodland, and the connecting bridge north. The mellow rays of a full moon light- | doing), he soon so completely routed bis by a creek running from one to the other; in ed up our pathway. Beneath us a boat bear. foes that after half an hour no trace of another, a gigantic boot, shaped by cuttings ing an excursion - party was breasting the them could be discovered.
on a forest, with every curve as true as if it current. It looked to be a fairy craft. The And when a few hours thereafter we had been fashioned by one of the "anatomi. sound of merry voices and laughter, toned soared two miles above the Catskills, what cal” boot-makers of the period. When seen down by the distance to a sweet, gentle mur- a grand sense of freedom came over us and from a vast height, the earth appeared to be mur, was wafted up to us. Every few min. wrapped us as in fine robes and ermine! We dressed in a robe of dark green, shaded to a utes a string band aboard the boat rasped were absolute lords of the domain; if not, deeper hue here and there by cloudlets float. out a tune, which to our ears was divinest pray who were ? Beyond the reach of all ing benenth the sun, and garnished all over harmony; for to us then the hoarse din of a law (not to say that law is a thing for the with bright penciling, sometimes silvery and battle, or the dull repetitious clang of a riddance from which God is to be thanked), sometimes golden, of the innumerable rivers boiler-shop, would have bad all the charms we triumphed in knowing that neither man and creeks. And as there are said to be no of a melody. One minute our car would be nor any of man's inventions could avail distinctions of class in beaven, so we could rubbing against the wens on Anthony's Nose, against us. Indeed, there could be no more discern no difference between the dashing and the next we would be sailing placidly perfect freedom than was ours, albeit we streamlet that has its source in the moudover the mid-current. Here it was that I were confined within the narrow limits of a tains, with its clean, pebbly bottom and pure felt perfect peace and joy; and with these basket eight feet by three and a balf.
waters, and its laggard neighbor, dragging feelings was curiously combined a sort of in- Toward nightfall there were thrilling ex- its noisome length between environments of toxication, which, unlike other intoxications, periences that made the blood leap. A high sticky ooze, that hails from the swamps. was followed by no painful penalty, except wind sprang up, and carried the balloon along There was at no time any feeling of unperbaps of sorrow that it had gone.
at prodigious speed. We could not distin- steadiness or uncertainty of foothold, like Strange what a brotherhood sprang up guish objects on the earth. The long drag. that which comes over one when tossing on between us! We were total strangers to rope was out, and the end of it became fast the sea in a ship or boat. The basket was as one another an hour before the starting. We around a limb of a tree. The balloon was firm as a parlor-floor; and indeed, when runwere rough fellows, too, such as the varied brought up with a shock that nearly over- ning with the wind at a speed of sevents life of a reporter on the daily press tends turned the basket, and it took all our strength miles an hour, not the slightest motion was to make men.
were brothers in
to keep from falling. The rope groaned un- perceptible, except when we looked down at heart and soul ten minutes after the bal. der the strain. The gas bag was like a huge the spinning earth. loon's leashes were cast off. F
leviathan in a net. It writhed, twisted, What a pity these silent, trackless depths perilous perch on the edge of the basket. pushed this way and that, gathered into a are not the highway of passenger traffic, inMcK- no sooner saw it than, in tones ball, and sprang fiercely out. The loose cloth stead of the roaring, screeching, grimy railsoft as a woman's and earnest with heart. around the mouth would suck up, till balf way-train, and the boisterous, broiling seas! felt solicitude, he begged this friend of an the netting bung empty, and then fold after hour to descend to a safer level.
EDGAR Brossos. fold would dart out and back with all the Such a wonderful sunrise as that which angry menace of a serpent's tongue. The burst on us on the morning of the 25th is rope kept on groaning and grinding against seldom seen. The balloon had been sailing
T H E the edge of the basket. There were doubts
LAST DAYS OF low in a valley, to the east of a steep hill, if the basket would long stand the strain ;
A U T U MN. whose top towered several hundred feet but it was made of tough willow and bamboo, above us. A little village beneath us, which cunningly interwoven, and gave no signs of
HERE'S a chill in the air, a drab in the snuggled cozily in an angle formed by the breaking
day, meeting of two small streams, was dim un- The struggle was short. The branch that A sky that is bare, a wood that is gray. der the mists of early morning and the shad. held the rope snapped, and we were free. ows of the hills. There were no signs of And how, as a thing of life, the balloon seemed There's a stain on the rock, a crisp in the the approach of day in the sky. It was de- to rejoice in her recovered freedom ! First,
brake, sirable to rise over the high hill to the east, there was a quick leap forward, that threw
A crag for the hawk, a den for the snake; and ballast was thrown out for the purpose. us off our feet, and cast the great drag-rope
There is white on the hair, the marmot's The balloon shot up like an arrow. The (three hundred feet long) about like a whip
abed, instant we passed the level of the summit, lash. Then came a succession of steady Asleep is the bear, the lizard is dead; we saw the sun peeping up at us over the jumps and a pleasant, oscillating motion, until shoulder of a distant mountain. It was full we steadied down to the velocity of the wind.
There's a howl on the hill, a moad on the and round, and came in sight within the I enjoyed all this profoundly. Does the
plain, fraction of a second. The phenomenon of reader doubt the truthfulness of this asser
A fllm on the rill, a fake on the rain; sunrise was reversed; we rose on the sun. tion ? This is perhaps but natural, yet I There is wealth in the moon, pure gold in But this was not a glorious sun that we saw, solemnly declare that I was not afraid, and fresh and rosy as a gummer's sun should be. gathered pleasure from the scene.
Just as a
A darkness too soon, a glory too far; He was heavy and dull—as it were, blear. sympathetic man may become so interested eyed—and blurred as if he had spent most in a deadly battle between voracious beasts
There is death in the day, a treacherous sud, of the niglit in enervating revelry, and had that, forgetting self, he draws nigher and
A season grown gray-an autumn undone! only just been roused from a brief doze un. nigher, until he is himself in danger, so I was
John VANCE CHENEY.