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carpet of exquisite color and texture, and what sharply: “And do you not think, resolved to carry both of them with me Mr. Carlyle, that as much genius can be through Afghanistan and Beloochistan for shown in the handling of cavalry as in the transmission to Cheyne Row. These ar- writing of books ?” “Well," he said, ticles, in fact, formed my only luggage, “there is something in that." So I went besides what was contained in my saddle. on to expound to him what General Jacob bags. The robe and rug reached Mr. had taught me about the fifteen campaigos Carlyle in due course, and many years of Hannibal, the battle of Dunbar, where afterwards my friend Miss F. told me that the Lord delivered the enemy into the he had placed the little carpet under his hand of Cromwell, and the letter of Hyder writing-table in the upper chamber, and Ali to the English general. I concluded that the camel's-hair robe had been turned by referring to the battle of Rossbach, into a sort of dressing-gown, and used by where Seidlitz, in command of the cavalry, him to the end of his life. She added, that repeatedly refused to obey the order of it was this robe in which the late Sir the king to charge until the right moment Edgar Boehm had enveloped Carlyle's arrived, when he forth with swept the foe sitting figure, now placed in the Chelsea from the field. Mr. Carlyle looked inter. Gardens, and that the little carpet had ested, but said nothing. When “ The been taken by Carlyle in a fit of tender. History of Frederick the Great” appeared,

to the dressing-table of his wife. however, I was amused to find that Seid. Recalling these statements, I remember litz and Ziethen had become great cavche fable of the earthen vessel which an alry commanders, and that no mention Oriental picked out of the stream, and, was made of “famous gallopers." The bringing it to his nostrils addressed it: thoughts of an age are the heritage of the “ Why, you must be made of roses.” | age in common; but he who, passing those “No," replied the vessel, “ I am only an thoughts through the alembic of Kis own earthen pot; but I used to hold rose- genius, reproduces them in language leaves, and still keep their scent." which men will not willingly let die, stamps

But I have omitted to mention two the age with his image and superscription, remnants of conversation; one related to and his works shine on through a long Miss Martineau, who had been extremely posterity. It was thus that Shakespeare, kind to me when in London, honoring chancing to light on an old and unknown me by correspondence, and associating sonnet, turned it, by a stroke of his pen, my name with her contributions to the into the deathless lines now inscribed be. Daily News Asking Mr. Carlyle his low his statue in Westminster Abbey : estimate of her genius, and alluding in “Style gives immortality.”' particular to her able summary of the After many years I again returned from Positive Philosophy, he paused for a mo- the East, and again met Carlyle, but he ment, and then said slowly, “Well, she seemed to me an altered man. The enis the sort of a woman that would have thusiasm was gone, and he appeared to made a good matron in a hospital.” I take less interest in men and in affairs. did not continue the subject. The other The last time I saw him he was passing conversation related to Frederick the into the London Library. He looked aged, Great, whose history he was then writing. bent, and hopelessly sad ; the wreck of a He explained that his view of Frederick long and of a well-spent life. I lifted my was that he found himself set to govern a hat to him, but he did not seem really to country with a simply insufferable frontier, recognize me, and so he disappeared into and that Frederick had therefore, by the the library, and not long after, through only possible means, namely, drilled force, death, into eternity. I am told that in his resolved to render his frontier a tolerable last hours he repeated Garth's lines : one, and moderately secure against surrounding enemies. I asked him what he To die is landing on some silent shore,

Where billows never break nor tempests thought of Frederick's cavalry generals, Seidlitz and Ziethen. “Well,” he said, Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o’er. “they were just famous gallopers.” Now this was, perhaps, the only subject upon But this is hearsay; and it is not thus which my philosopher and guide could that my mind's eye beholds him. I prehave roused me into contradiction. But fer to imagine those dreamily intent eyes fresh from my cavalry general, and im- regarding us from eternity's stillness, for bued with all his lessons concerning the death is not a curtain with a skull behind cavalry genius of Hannibal, Cromwell, it

. Hyder Ali, and others, I rejoined some- As to his books, I find that Carlyle's

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writings still survive, and that some among strokes, but the sound fell with a dull thud them are more than ever read by the peo- upon the air and scarcely roused an echo. ple. His later efforts never attracted me, all but the main thoroughfares leading and it irritates my flesh to read through southward from the Seine were deserted, " Frederick ; " but England is now realiz. and in the long, narrow Rue Mazarine, ing much that was predicted in “Past behind the Institute of France, there were and Present." His “Sartor" has ap- not a dozen people abroad. The few that peared like a new revelation, and his were paid no attention whatsoever to a tall * Hero Worship” has taught many a old man who was dragging himself pain. young trifler to become earnest in thought fully along towards the quay, standing still and courageous in work. His essays in- now and then to indulge in a prolonged fluenced the lives of many, for he knew shiver, because, apparently, he had not the how to lift and cheer the existence of an- strength to shiver and to be moving at the other, although he was incapable of ren- same time. He leant heavily on a thick dering his own life cheerful. Emerson stick while his left arm held closely said of him that he was a “marvellous pressed against his body an oblong object child."

wrapped in a chequered cotton handkerStill more recently I was invited by chief. some friends to look over Carlyle's old He was but thinly clad, in fact, he rep. dwelling-place. Arriving at the door, Iresented the shorn human creature io found the number changed, and panes of whom, unlike to the lamb under similar glass smashed in the dining-room window. conditions, the wind was not tempered. Inside the house was desolate and bare; A pair of summer trousers, and a threadits rooms quite mute; its tenants passed bare coat, buttoned up to the chin, prob. away. In the drawing-room I whispered ably to hide the absence of linen, were all to my friend, "I see things here you can. the armor against the raw, icy moisture not see; he sat there ; " and there between that fell from above and trickled prothe windows stood the little couch on fusely down his flowing white beard and which she rested with her pet dog. Pass- hair, the latter crowned by a broad. ing into the back room, a druggist's bottle brimmed soft hat pulled over the eyes, as stood on the mantelpiece labelled, for a means, perhaps, to escape recognition, Mrs. Carlyle, and half-filled with medicine, though recognition, Heaven knows, would which she will never take. Looking out perhaps have been the best thing that of the window, the little garden had all could have befallen him. gone astray, and the walls stared emptily When the old man got to the riverside, on one another. I turned from the scene he stood for a moment undecided, then as one turos from the ambitions of life on crossed the Pont-des-Arts, looking neither finding at last what folly they are. Still to the right por left; maybe, the water Carlyle, though dead, yet speaketh, and his would have proved too strong a temptation works do follow him

to lie down and “have done with it," and Onward, upward, his soul's flight,

he would not yield to it. Entering by the Round him dawns eternal break;

southern gate, he made his way across the All is bright, all is bright!

Place du Carrousel and the maze of ille smelling slums which in those days separated the Tuileries from the Palais-Royal, and at last found himself in the centre of

fashionable Paris, for half a century ago From Temple Bar.

the erstwhile residence of Cardinals Riche. AN EPISODE IN THE LIFE OF GOUNOD. lieu and Mazarin could still lay claim to

CHRISTMAS eve, many, many years ago. that title. He seemed fairly dazzled by

It had been bitterly cold all day, and the lights, the bustle of the crowd, "on towards night a white mist had risen from enjoyment bent," and made the turn of the the turbid, swollen river, wrapping its gardens several times, apparently unable banks and the streets abutting on it in a or afraid to come to a decision. In ansemi-opaque cloud that shed weird, fan- other moment, however, he stopped in the tastic shadows on the familiar landmarks Fountain's Court under a wooden awning and objects all round, and transformed at the angle of that busy passage. He them into so many ghoul-like, uncouth firmly planted his back against the wall, monsters, startling the belated wayfarers put his stick within reach of him, and and causing them to hurry on towards the began undoing the parcel he had carried wished-for haven home. The clock of under his left arm. It contained a violin Notre-Dame had just boomed forth eight and its bow. Having examined its strings,

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be carefully folded his handkerchief in capital of two was sixteen sous, the ihird four, placed it on his left shoulder and only produced a small cube of rosin, with. began to tune his instrument. But at the out which the violinist scarcely ever stirs first notes of the sad and sentimental ro- abroad. They kept looking at one anmance he endeavored to play, the poor other for a few moments, then one spoke feilow himself stood aghast, while a couple up. of irreverential urchins whom the sound “ Sixteen sous is of no use, friends; we had attracted to the spot, set up a derisive want more, much more than that to relieve howl and belabored him with merciless our fellow-artist. A pull, and a strong chaff. He stopped short and sank down pull all together. You, Adolphe, take the on the steps of the alley, his instrument violin and accompany Gustave, while I go on his knees, murmuring to himself : round with the hat.” “Great God! I can no longer play," while In the twinkling of an eye the preparaa big sob choked all further utterance. tions for carrying out the project are fin.

He had been sitting thus for several ished; coat-collars are turned up, the hair minutes, when at the other end of the pas. is brought over the features to disguise sage there entered a party of three young them, and to make detection still more men who were evidently in high spirits, difficult, hats are tilted forward to conceal for they sang as they went; they sang a the eyes. Then the young fellow who ditty very popular in those days with the has been the prime mover in the whole, students of the Conservatoire de Musique. gives the signal to start. They did not see the old fiddler, for one " It is Christmas eve, Adolphe," he stumbled against his outstretched leg, and says, “and remember that at this pera secood almost knocked bis hat off his formance the Almighty is as likely to be head, while the third positively drew back | among the audience as not. So do your startled as the old man rose proudly, but very best.” despondingly, to his feet.

And Adolphe does his very best, assur. "I am sure, we are very sorry, mon-edly; for scarcely have the first notes of sieur, and beg your pardon, but we did not the “ Carnaval de Venise " fallen upon the see you. I hope we did not hurt you?” air than every window round about is flung said the latter.

wide open, disclosing eager listeners, “No, you did not hurt me," was the while below in the galleries and gardens answer while the speaker stooped to pick of the Palais-Royal, the passers-by stop up his hat; but his interlocutor was too as if rooted to the spot or else retrace quick for him, and handed it to him. their steps to swell the serried group Then, and then only, he noticed the in- slowly gathering round the performer. strument in the old man's hands.

And when the last notes have died away, " You are a musician, monsieur ?” he there is a frantic shout of approval, while said deferentially.

the hat of the old man, placed by the lamp“ I was so ooce," sighed the old man, post is rapidly filling, not only with copwhile two big tears coursed down his per but with silver coins also. wrinkled cheeks; seeing which the three The three young fellows do not allow young men came closer to him.

the excitement to cool; in another moment “What is the matter?" they asked all the strains of the violin are heard again, at once. “Do you feel ill, and can we do but now they accompany a voice of mar.. anything for you?

vellous sweetness, compass, and purity for a moment the old man preserved a that of Gustave, who sings the favorite deep silence, then, with a look that would cavatina from “La Dame Blanche" in have melted a heart of stone, held out his such a manner as to keep his listeners hat to them.

spell-bound. Meanwhile the audience has “Give me a trifle for the love of God," assumed unwonted proportions, and when be whispered softly. “I can no longer the singer has finished, it positively “rains earn my living with my instrument; my money," which the promoter of the enterfingers have become stiff, and my daugh- tainment has all his work to pick up. But ter is dying of consumption and want." he is determined that the harvest shall be

This time it was the young fellows' a good one, and shielding his face as much turn to be silent. Confusion was written as possible from the now very interested on their faces, and for the first time in gaze of his public, he continues his collec. their lives perhaps, they felt ashamed, nay, tion. angry at being poor. They all fumbled in “One more tune," he whispers to his their pockets, but the result of their inves- companions, "and then we have done. tigations was lamentable; the combined / You, Adolphe, while accompanying us,

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bring out those bass-notes of yours; I'll | fresco entertainment and merely bent upon take the baritone part, and you, Gustave, testifying their approval, had given with. my brave tenor, give us some more of your out stint, and when the chequered handangel's strains. The heavens will open kerchief was tremblingly unfolded to and the larks drop ready-roasted into the receive the contents of the hat, the old old man's mouth. Let us have the trio man stood speechless with surprise and from “Guillaume Tell’to finish up with ; joy. Then he gasped :and, mind, we are singing for the honor of “ Your names ; give me your names, the Conservatoire as well as for a charita- that I may bless them on my death-bed ; ble purpose."

that my daughter may remember them in There was no need of the reminder, the her prayers.' artistic spirit of the young fellows had "My name is Faith,” said the first been aroused already, and though the at- young man. tendant circumstances of their perform- “ My name is Hope," said the second. ance were strange some might have "My name is Charity," said the third, said hu!niliating — they sang and played who had looked to the financial success of as probably they never sang and played in the undertaking. after life, when the most critical of Euro. And you do not even know mine," pean audiences hung upon their lips and sobbed the old man. “ I might have been instrument; they sang and played so as to the merest impostor. My name is Chapgalvanize into life the old man himself, ner; I am an Alsatian, and for ten years I who in the beginning had remained seated directed the orchestra of the opera at on the steps, but who now grasped his Strassburg. It is there I had the honor stick and led the trio with an authoritative to mount.Guillaume Tell.' Since I left gesture that bespoke the practised musi. my native country, misfortune has pursued cian. He stood perfectly erect, the eyes me. You have saved mine and my daughso dull and listless but half an hour ago, ter's life, for, thanks to you, we'll be able flashed with intense excitement, he looked to go back. My daughter will recover her transformed, and the executants them health in her native air, and among those selves felt that they were obeying a mas. I know there will be found a place for me, ter.

to teach what I can no longer perform. The performance was at an end, the But I tell you, you shall be great among crowd slowly dispersed without the greatest, when I am gone." comments. “They are not street players,” “ Amen," said the three young fellows said some, " their voices are too fresh for as they led the old musician gently into that." “ Street players," replied others, the street and shook hands with him for " of course they are not, they have done the last time. this for a wager, or perhaps they were But in spite of their attempted disguise, hard up, and wanted a good lump sum for they had been recognized by one of the their Christmas supper." Well, they crowd, who told the tale. have got it," said a third section, “that hat The name of the young violinist was contains a great deal more money than Adolphe Hermann; that of the tenor was we think. I saw two different gentlemen Gustave Roger, and the originator of the throw in a gold piece."

entertaioment and collector still answers It was true; the hat contained a com. to that of Charles Gounod. paratively large sum; the well-to-do and The old man's prophecy has been fulcritical among the andience, not stopping filled to the letter. to enquire the hidden motives of the al.

ALBERT D. VANDAM.

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A HINDOO'S ELABORATE PURIFICATION.- at one hundred and eighty rupees, and after Naaman would not have objected to this that in wheat. After the weighing he was method of purification as too simple. A made to sit on a square stone and his body Fyzabad Ilindoo who had been outcasted for covered with dirt, the face only excepted; he the offence of eating cooked food in a rail. was then taken up by two men and thrown way train while there were persons of other into the river, and after a good bath he came castes in the same carriage with him has out and was received by the Brahmins, fully been restored to caste. The erring individ- restored to caste fellowship. The Brahmins ual, although not a wealthy man, had suffi- informed the purified individual that a great cient means to pay the cost of purification. favor had been conferred on him in weighing lle was first weighed in pice, and was valued him in copper instead of silver.

Fifth Sories, Volamo LXXX.

From Boginning,

No. 2508. – July 23, 1892.

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CONTENTS. 1. ULSTER AND Home Rule, .

Nineteenth Century, II. AUNT ANNE. Part III.,

Temple Bar, III. A VISIT TO COUNT TOLSTOI,

Cornhill Magazine, IV. FRENCH GIRLS' SCHOOLS,

Macmillan's Magazine, V. SOME GREAT JEWISH RABRIS,

Nineteenth Century, VI. ENGLISHWOMEN IN INDIA, .

New Review,
VII. EARL FERRERS,

Belgravia,
VIII. CURIOUS AMERICAN O1.D-TIME GLEANINGS, Chambers' Journal,
IX. THE PLAGUE OF VOLES IN SCOTLAND, Spectator,
X. THE LAST DUKE OF YORK,

Speaker,
XI. THE ANIMAL VIEW of Man,

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