value, for after that piece of ritual his I am not in my place at the half-hour manner underwent a sensible softening they fine me,-two shillings and sixpence ! and he showed by many subtle, indefinable that is a good deal, you know, monsieur." shades in his courteous address that he did In spite of his defeats, his long and inme the honor of including me in his effectual struggle with adversity, M. Cristfriendship. I have his card before me ich, I discovered, as our acquaintance now ; a large, oblong piece of pasteboard, ripened, had none of the spleeu and little with M. Maurice Cristich, Theatre Royal, of the vanity of the unsuccessful artist. inscribed upon it amid many lorid flour. He seemed in his forlorn old age to bare ishes. It enabled me to form my first accepted his discomfiture with touching definite notion of his calling, upon which resignation, having acquired neither cynI had previously wasted much conjecture ; cism nor indifference. He was simply an though I had all along, and rightly as it innocent old man, in love with his violin appeared, associated him in some manner and with his art, who had acquiesced in with music.

disappointment; and it was impossible In time he was good enough to inform to decide whether he even believed in his me further. He was a musician, a vio- talent, or had not silently accredited the linist ; and formerly, and in his own verdict of musical Vienna, which had country, lie had been a composer. But condemned his opera in those days when whether for some lack in him of original he was ambitious. The precariousness of talent, or of patience, whether for some the London opera was the one fact which grossness in the public taste, on which the I ever knew to excite him to expressions nervous delicacy and refinement of his of personal resentment. When its doors execution was lost, he had not continued. were closed, his hard poverty (it was the He had been driven by poverty to Lon- only occasion when he protested against don, had given lessons, and then for many it) drove him, with his dear instrument years had played a second violin in the and his accomplished fingers, into the orchestra of the opera.

orchestras of lighter houses, where he was “It is not much, monsieur !" he ob- compelled to play music which he de. served deprecatingly, smoothing his hat spised. He grew silent and rueful during with the cuff of his frayed coat-sleeve. these periods of irksome servitude, rolled “But it is sufficient, and I prefer it to innumerable cigarettes, which he smoked teaching. In effect, they are very charm- with fierceness and great rapidity. When ing, the seraphic young girls of your coun- dinner was done he was often volubly in. try! But ihey seem to care little for dignant, in Hungarian, to the proprietor. music ; and I am a difficult master, and But with the beginning of the season his have not enough patience. Once, you mood lightened. He bore himself more see, a long time ago, I had a perfect pu- sprucely, and would leave me, to assist at pil, and perhaps that spoiled me. Yes !

a representation of Don Giovanni or I prefer the theatre, though it is less Tannhäuser, with a face which was almost profitable. It is not as it once was,” he radiant. I had known bim a year before added, with a half sigh ; “ I am no longer it struck me that I should like to see him ambitious. Yes, monsieur, when I was in his professional capacity. I told him young I was ambitious. I wrote a sym- of my desire a little diffidently, not knowphony and several concertos. I even ing how my purpose might strike bim. brought out at Vienna an opera which I He responded graciously, but with an air thought would make me famous ; but the of intrigue, laying a gentle hand upon my good folk of Vienna did not appreciate coat sleeve and bidding me wait. A day me, and they would have none of my or two later, as we sat over our coffee, music. They said it was antiquated, my M. Cristich with a hesitating urbanity opera, and absurd ; and yet it seemed to offered me an order. me good. I think that Gluck, that great If you would do me the honor to acgenius, would have liked it ; and that is cept it, monsieur ? It is a stall, and a what I should have wished. Ah ! how good one! I have never asked for one long ago it seems, that time when I was before, all these years ; so they gave it to ambitious ! But you must excuse me, me easily. Yon see, I have few friends. monsieur, your good company makes me It is for tomorrow, as you observe. I garrulous. I must be at the theatre. If demanded it especially ; it is an occasion




of great interest to me,-ah ! an not until we had crossed the threshold of sion! You will come ?"

a dingy, high house in a by-way of You are too good, M. Cristich !" 1 Bloomsbury, and he had ushered me, with said with genuine gratitude, for indeed apologies, into his shabby room near the the gift came in season, the opera being sky, that the sense of his hospitable duties at that time a luxury I could seldom com- scemed to renovate him. mand. “Need I say that I shall be de- He produced tumblers from an obscure lighted ? And to hear Madame Romanoff, recess behind his bed ; set a kettle on the a chance one has so seldom !"

fire, which scarcely smouldered with flickThe old gentleman's mild, dull eyes ers of depressing, sulphurous flaine, talkglistened. Madame Romanoff !” he ing of indifferent subjects as he watched repeated. “ The marvellous Leonora ! for it to boil. Only when we had settled Yes, yes! She has sung only once be- ourselves in uneasy chairs opposite each fore, in London. Ah, when I remein- other, and be had composed me what he ber" He broke off suddenly. As he termed " a grog'-himself preferring the rose, and prepared for departure, he held more innocent mixture known my hand a little longer than usual, giving sucrée—did he allude to Fidelio. I praised it a more intimate pressure.

heartily the discipline of the orchestra, “My dear young friend, will you think the prima donna, whom report made his me a presumptuous old man, if I ask you country-woman, with her strong, sweet to come and see me to-morrow in my voice and her extraordinary beauty, the apartment, when it is over? I will give magnificence of the music, the fine imyou a whisky, and we will sınoke pipes, pression of the whole. and you shall tell me your impressions. M. Cristich, his glass in hand, nodded And then I will tell you why to-morrow approval. He looked intently into the I shall be so proud, why I show this fire, which cast mocking shadows over his emotion,

quaint, incongruous figure, bis antiquated II.

dress coat, his frost-bitten countenance,

his cropped gray bair. “Yes,” he said, The opera was Fideliothat stately,

So it pleased you, and you splendid work, whose melody, if one may thought her beautiful ? I am glad." make a pictorial comparison, has some- He turned round to me abruptly, and thing of that rich and sun-warm color laid a thin hand impressively on my knee. which, certainly, on the canvases of Ru- “You know I invented her, the Robens, affects one an almost musical manoff, discovered her, taught her all she quality. It offered brilliant opportuni- learned. Yes, monsieur, I was proud toties, and the incomparable singer had night, very proud, to be there, playing wasted none of them. So that when, for her, though she did not know. Ah ! at last, I pushed my way out of the the beautiful creature !... and how crowded house and joined M. Cristich at badly I played ! execrably! You could the stage door, where he waited with eyes not notice that, monsieur, but they did, full of expectancy, the music still lingered my confrères, and could not understand. about me like the faint, past fragrance of How should they? How should they incense, and I had no need to speak my dream that I, Maurice Cristich, second thanks. He rested a light hand on my violin in the orchestra of the opera, had arm, and we walked toward his lodging to do with the Leonora ; even I ! Her silently, the musician carrying his instru. voice thrilled them ; ah, but it was I who ment in its sombre case, and shivering taught her her notes ! They praised her from time to time, a tribute to the keen, diamonds ; yes,

I gave her that spring night. He stooped as he walked, she wanted more than diamonds, bread, his eyes trailing the ground ; and a cer- and lodging, and love. Beautiful they tain listlessness in his manner struck me a called her ; she was beautiful too when I little strangely, as though he came fresh carried her in my arms through Vienna. from some solemn or hieratic experience, I am an old man now, and good for very of which the reaction had already begun to little ; and there have been days, God set in tediously, leaving him at the last un- forgive me, when I have been angry

with strung and jaded, a little weary of himself her ; but it was not to-night. To see her and the too strenuous occasion. It was there, so beautiful and so great, and to

yes !


but once


80 that they pass in the world for men of love is the credo of the play ; it is Ibsen's honor ; then bit by bit he strips them of own confession of faith, and his watchtheir veneer and shows them to us in all word against all forms of selfishness. " the nakedness of their self-seeking.”. In 1886 and 1887 the poet spent some

A Doll's House has been endlessly dis- weeks of the summer on the seashore of cussed and criticised in Norway, Den Norway, instead of going to the Tyrol as mark, Germany, England and Ainerica. is his custom. The sea absorbed and fasIt achieved notoriety, because in it Ibsen cinated him ; he would take long solitary for the first time puts forward his de- walks on the sandy shore, or spend hours mands for the individual development of gazing over the sea or into it. Ibsen has women, and urges their claim to be inde- always been given to long solitary rampendent human beings rather than simply bles; during them he does a great deal some man's wife or mother. Hitherto of his thinking work. The Lady of the Ibsen had depicted only women ready to Sea was the product of these weeks at the sacrifice everything for the men they love, sea : it is a comedy, written in a tone of and enthusiastic only for the achievements sunshine," with a glamour of romance of men ; of this class are Aurelia, Eline, mystery and landscape beauty" over Margretha, Agnes, Brand's wife, and every part. Lona Hessel. Ibsen is above everything It is a great change to turn to Hedda the chivalrous poet of women, and his Gabler, Ibsen's latest social drama, not tenderest passages are in honor of them. altogether an agreeable change, for, in

In Ghosts social morality is extensively spite of the literary ability, the vigor and dissected, while baseness and depravity force of the writing, both plot and charare revealed with such force and tragic acters are disagreeable. Of all Ibsen's grandeur that

the poet's friends women Hedda Gabler is the most unstarted back at the first shock from the lovely, a selfish creature, longing for abyss he opened at their feet.” They 'thrills,' utterly unscrupulous, ruthless refused to believe that the ordinary no- and vain." řet she is a real woman, tions of life, “the commonplace views even if a type of unpleasing kind, one which hover about us like soulless ghosts,” who has emancipated herself from all could produce such terrible nisery and duties and responsibilities, whose only obdisasters as the drama portrayed. It ject in life is to please herself, and who aroused fury and vituperation, such as fai's utterly. had not been heard since the first per- The drama will be read, but it will be formance of The Comedy of Love, and difficult to love or admire it ; nor do comIbsen was attacked publicly and privately. petent critics think it will strengthen the

His indiguation vented itself in An already firm position Ibsen holds in the Enemy of Society, in which the hero, Dr. bighest literary circles of to-day. Such Tomas Stockmann, is placed in the saine criticisins, however, do not influence Ibposition as Ibsen, and suffers as he sen ; he holds that “neither thanks nor does.

threats affect the man who wholly wills After the first blaze of wrath bad died the thing he wills.” He remains as un. out, Ibsen seems to have been discour- moved by those who flatter as by those aged, to have felt that his determined who misunderstand him and pronounce hostility was of little use, men were not him obscure and unintelligible. ready for his ideal views. This pessimis- This independence of character is rectic mood found utterance in Vildanden ognizable in the outer man. Though (“* The Wild Duck”), the saddest of all rather below than above the middle height, his plays.

Ibsen gives the impression of importance ; Rosmersholm is closely connected with his whole frame suggests coinbativeness Ibsen's visit to Norway in the summer of and strength ; his face framed in gray 1885. It is a picture of party warfare hair and beard wears a look of determinashowing the antagonistic aspects of Nor- tion ; his mouth is firmly set, and above wegian society after the great political the steady eyes rises a powerful forehead. struggle had been fought out. Apart To those who visit him in the Maximilianfroin the political features of the picce, strasse, Munich, he is courteous though intense interest centres round the love of uncoinmunicative concerning his work. Rosmer and Rebecca. Self-sacrificing With increasing years Ibsen's reserve has increased ; in company he is ill at ease, He lives very quietly, a happy family and only at home in his work.

life, depending chiefly for companionship The impression he produces is that of a upon a very limited circle of friends, upon dreamy, abstracted stndent, but he is his wife and, until a short time ago, upon neither dreamy nor abstracted in his own his son Sigurd Ibsen, row attaché to the study ; vigor and activity mark his habits Norwegian Minister at Washington, of systematic labor and regular hours for U.S.A.- Temple Bar. eating, sleeping, walking and working.


In the Voyage of the Sunbeam the late (and is) the unfortunate foreign settlers in Lady Brassey translated from Brazilian the Yangtse valley know only too well. newspapers certain advertisements of slaves If a Chinaman considers himself wronged, for sale, remarking that the presence of and believes that the wrongdoer has the announcements of such a kind in journals ear of the “parent of his people," the of standing showed, not only that the sale local magistrate, he does not-for that of slaves was carried on freely and openly were folly-go to law. Nor does he lie in Brazil, but that Brazilian public opinion in wait for his adversary and knife bim found nothing to object to in the practice. surreptitiously-your true Chinaman is far There can be little doubt, indeed, of the too prudent for that. Early some mornvalue to an inquiring sociologist of the ad- ing appears on a convenient and conspicuvertising columns of a leading paper. ous wall, by choice in the near neighborAdvertisements give unconscious, and hood of the offender, a full and particular, therefore trustworthy, evidence of the though possibly not over-true, account of current standards of intelligence, moral- his transgression, the whole professedly ity, and refinement, quite as much as of written by a Friend to Justice. Precisely the prosperity or porerty of a country. how far in the direction of scurrility the It is not time wasted, then, to take up the writer will venture to go depends on the advertisement-sheet of that comparatively amount of support he can expect froin modern institution the Chinese vernacular public opinion. If the party attacked be press, and see what light it throws on the self-denying Sisters of Mercy with Chinese manners and morals.

their hospitals and crèches, or the Catholic In China proper there are at present missionaries (who, pace the correspondent four daily papers—one published at of Truth, are not beloved by the ChiCanton, one at Tientsin, and two at Shang- nese), then any amount of filthy abuse hai. Of these, the first is the only one may be indulged in with comparative imnot under foreign protection, and probably purity. Officialdom, on the other hand, for this very reason its advertisement sheet must only be impugned in general terms. contains little of interest. It is largely To say that every civilian has three occupied, in fact, by the puffs of an enter- hands, every army officer three feet"-in prising English druggist. The most char- other words, to impute venality to the acteristic advertisements are to be found, magistrates and cowardice to the military for those who have patience and eyesight, —is a stale truism which no official would in the Shên Pao, or Shanghai Gazette. venture to confute by a beating ; but if This

paper was started in 1872 by an the Friend of Justice indicts some individEnglish resident as a commercial specula- ual magistrate by name, as he sometimes tion. The native editor was given prac- does, then matters will be inade serious tically a free hand, while immunity from for him—when he is caught. Now, it mandarin resentment was secured by the very soon occurred to the Friends of Jusforeign ownership. In consequence the tice aforesaid that, all things considered, new venture, when its merits' were once it would be inuch more satisfactory if the understood, became a Cave of Adullam necessary reviling could be performed for all Chinamen with a grievance. It without any of the unpleasant conse. took, in fact, the place of the indigenous quences usually found to result from man" nameless placard." What that was uscript placarding. Accordingly they hastened to patronize the new press, pro- quarters near the West Gate of Shanghai. tected as it was by the still powerful for. This March we removed to the Hui-fang Lou, eigner. Of course, the obscene lies di- when, it seems, my wife, under the pseu.

donym of Chou'ing (Chou l'Amoureuse), rected against foreign missionaries were

began to frequent the Ti.i teahouse, a circam. inadmissible, and too luxuriant abuse was stance of which I was at the time in total ig. pruned down. Still, enough remained to norance. Later on a Huchou man, whose furnish forth a crop of libel actions had

name I do not know, went privately with my China been blessed with a Lord Campbell, the effrontery to wear a blue button and the

wife to a temple to burn incense. He had and to keep several deserving barristers medallion and beads of an official. This went from starvation if the genius had been on until at eight o'clock on the evening of the known in China. For many weeks the 17th instant my wife secretly fled from our coluinds of the Shanghai paper a few house taking with her a bundle. I crossyears ago were adorned with the portraited with the foregoing facts.

questioned the nurse and so became acquaintof a bespectacled and befeathered man- I cannot control my wrath and bitterness. darin. Above the portrait appeared the My wife has, it is plain, been enticed away legend, “ He still wears a red button and by this rascal's deceit. How, I wonder, can

a mere tailor's block like this succeed in be. a peacock's feather”-as who should say, guiling a girl who has a lawful busband? He still styles himself a Right Honorable Surely he has not law or justice before bis and a K.C.B. Below the portrait was the eyes. It is on this account that I am adver. indictment, conumencing with this prom- tising. Should any kind-hearted gentleman ising sentence : “ Behold a casbiered In


I will reward him with twenty dollats; should tendant of Hupeh, a man without a con. he bring her back, I will gratefully give him science, an avaricious schemer, one whose forty. I will most certainly not eat my words. vileness is patent to all !” Then followed His kindness and benevolence for a myriad names and details, which it were tedious generations, to all eternity, shall not be for.

gotten. to repeat. The defendant, if we may so

Bat before my eyes is still my one-year-old regard him, had overdrawn bis account at baby-girl, wailing and weeping night and his pawnbroker's, and, as an official of morning. Should that rascal presume on his his degree might do, had repudiated the position and obstinately retain ber as his debt. The sole redress the plaintiff could mistress, not only to all eternity shall he be obtain was the pleasure of seeing his en- of his ancestors and be bereft of posterity, emy posted everywhere as “expelled from but we three-father, son, and little daughter the Service, leaving a legacy of disgrace will risk our lives to pnnish him. I hope to bis descendants, ashamed of himself, and trust he will think thrice, and so avoid but still boasting of his rank." The

an after-repentance. I make this plain decla

ration expressly. moral to us seems, How very much more Letters may be addressed to No. 4 Hui-fang Jively, and to novelists of the Charles Lou. Reade school more valuable, would the columns of the 'Tiser be if English pawn- Note the neat allusion to“ my nephew," brokers were allowed to advertise their who is under the patronage of no less a transactions and libel their customers in person than His Excellency the Viceroy this very outspoken fashion !

of Chibli. Here is another advertisement of the About the same time appeared in the same class, but of wider interest :

Shên Pao an advertisement which I trans

lated for its English contemporary, the A Husband in search of his Wife. North China Herald. I was gratified, In July, 1878, I, Chang Shan-ch'un, of

some months later, to find that it had, by Wu-chang, married the daughter-in-law of the obliging instrumentality of the Cen: one Wang, a girl whose maiden name had tral News Agency, been disseminated been Kung, in my native district, and mar. among various home papers. But the riage-papers were drawn up in evidence. We lived together as husbank and wife in kind agent (to whom I make my bow) did not ness and affection for seven years, without consider the form of my translation suited any break in onr friendly relations. My wife to English ideas. In my anxiety to preis 27 years old this year. My nephew was serve the spirit of the original I had transtransferred the year before last to Tientsin by lated it literally, so that the heading ran H.E. Li Hung-chang, and invited me to accompany him, which, owing to the strong op.

“Beware of incurring Death by Thunposition of my wife, I did not do. Last June, der !” The agent (I bumbly acknowledge however, I followed my battalion to their the extent of his erudition) knew that

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