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to find in him the one who would guide her and lead , energy; the vitality that is in them has no adequate her into all that it was right and desirable she should mode of manifestation, unless they have a detinite become-- the one being on whom she might implicitly profession. If they are in private life, all their rely. And what is it that they find, with their in.
pat 18 it that they find, with their in- energy is flung back upon them ; it becomes overlaid complete maturitr, their undeveloped capabilities, with ennui, and they siak into apparent indolence their crude imaginings, vehement feelings, and blind and quietness, but a diseased action goes on withioaspirations after something better and stronger than they are restless, discontented, baving so much more themselves ? Poor broken, fluttering things that they energy than they can employ; greedy after exciteare ! with indications of whatever is pure, lovely, and ment, no matter of what kind, their talents and their of good report, yet without the strength or knowledge life are fretted away together. In prirate life, their to educe meaning and order from all the precious soul's energy has no outlet but love-love, or reä. things crushed together and fermenting within them, gion-and that never comes till afterwards; so they they do need guidance-they call for it earnestly and throw themselves headlong into a grande pashton, passionately, and what is the guidance they find? and go to the devil, if the devil stands in their way. an appeal to their sense of gracefulness !--the standard It is a fearful responsibility to have to deal with such of right and wrong offered to them is the approbation women ; and your rules of taste are hardly likely to of us men; all their virtues and qualities are degraded prove rules of life to such fiery natures, in such emer. into charms; no bigher motive is ever suggested to gencies. They require a living principle, by which them than that of being agreeable to us ; they are to they may guide themselves aright. For, depend up be flavoured with virtues and tinctured with accom it, to such as these, it is a very small matter to be plishments, just up to the point to meet the taste of judged by men's judgment. They have an instinct the day, but never with the intent to strengthen their for right and truth, and nothing but being taught own hearts and souls. A woman is a rational being, and guided to perceive aright that which really , with reasonable soul and human fiesh subsisting, and can control their passionate wayward nature. Rules yet she is never educated for her own sake, to enable and decorums, and the three thousand punctualities, her to lead her own life better; her qualities and fall from them like « green withes.' A man is never talents are not considered sacred personalities, but are embarrassed by any qualities he may possess; he bas modified, like the feet of Chinese women, to meet an always a legitimate cbannel for their employment." arbitrary taste. What is the most stringent caution “And so have women," cried Conrad; " there is ever offered to young women to lead their life by always plenty for them to do. Let them find out It is, 'Do not do so and so, do not say so and so, some man wiser and better than themselves, and before MEN; they do not admire it.' When it was make themselves into a beautiful reflex of his best the question about giving women education --Men qualities. It would be far better, and more becoming, do not like learning in women,' was the grand ar- | in a woman, to do this, than to set up, on her own gument used. Men are allowed to examine into their
en are allowed to examine into their basis, as a superior, independent being. Let her De religious opinions, to be philosophers, to be sceptics, agreeable and good tempered, and make his life hap: to be no religion at all, if they please ; but has it not pier. What can she desire better? It is no good, been said a million times, No man would permit my dear fellow, your going on in this way about the his wife to be an infidel;' not because it is a bad rights of women; in the long run, people always get thing for her, personally, but because 'religion in a as much as they deserve ; and if women are so il woman looks so lovely.' And yet a woman has a treated, as you say they are, it is just because the soul of her own to be saved ; but she is never ap- | not induce anything better; any way, they were never pealed to on that ground. She is exhorted to be s intended to go blazing about with distracted repulse modest, because modesty is her great charm ;' and tions, as authoresses, actresses, and what not. No as to female virtne, that is legislated for on the score good ever came of it yet ; tbey are neither happier, of its social convenience; and though there is no end nor more respected for it. If they admired a higher to the fine things that have been said in compliment order of character, in men, I suppose men would co it, yet they all resolve themselves into that. Then have to improve themselves to meet the demang their gentleness and softness are · so lovely,' and are accordingly. So what is the good of talking, and preached up in all the books written with the purport | wanting to make women disagreeable ?" of teaching the women of England their duty-and “ It puts me out of all patience," cried Melton, no other motive is ever given. It no doubt is highly 1"' to hear of nothing but the · becoming,' and the desirable that women should be all these things; but | agreeable;' there are qualities, even in mouth what I complain of is, the all-pervading sensualism of infinitely more importance. To be" agreeable, which runs through the education and legislation men | not before all things necessary, even in a woman have provided for women. It women were machines, they never were intended to lead a purely relaim were in very deed our property, then, indeed, all this life; and, until they cease to be educated wita might answer; but they are not, and there is no pos. sole view to what men admire, they will never sibility of educating them mp to the point of being any better than they are. We require virtue, a conveniently fascinating, and then stopping short; strength, and truth, and reality, from wo they have higher qualities existing in them, and unless grace and agreeableness are secondary quan those qualities are appealed to, you cannot hold them, I can tolerate a woman with real genius and qua or influence them; they are living souls, and you lifications for it, following a profession, because
dent cannot dogmatise to a life, nor cut it out according to to a degree, it gives her a personal and indepen pattern."
existence. The objections vou raise are accidental, "Well, bat my dear fellow,'! interrupted Conrad, not essential ; and I believe in the possibility " the women who follow their own devices, and insist finding women who pursue art, for the love o on being strong-minded women, are deucedly dis- and not for the glorification of themselves. Was agreeable; and they always end by making fools of however, can be worse than the present ord themselves."
things ? As things now stand, in what does.. “ Those women who have strong qualities, decided delectable state of refinement, helpless com tastes, aspirations after higher and better modes of delicacy,' and all the trash in which women are Jife, possessing genius, in short, have no vent for their cated end ? If a woman has not a family, or & prve
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fession, to occupy her time, she either takes to to allude to them in our pages. And yet we drinking, or intriguing, or to playing the deuce in cannot quite pass by the “ Library for Young some way, and all to deaden and distract the ennui | People," the first volume of which, “Or.anthat eats into her vitality-vitality which she has dino," was written by the venerable and venenever been taught, adequately to employ; and to
rated Maria Edgeworth, who in her eightieth which, in the end, Actæon.like, she falls a prey.
year was tempted once more to take up her pen, Your ideal of a woman would not stand the wear and
for the delight and instruction of the grandtear of real life. Weakness is not grace, for that
children of those whom her carlier productions requires well-controlled strength. Women have an inner life as real as that of man, as full of struggles
had taught and amused. The second volume and griefs: if they are to be kept from evil, they consisted of three tales, published anonymously, must have as strong a law of right and wrong to but worthy to follow that of Miss Edgeworth. control them; they must not have their moral sense “ Uncle Sam’s Money-Bex," by Mrs. S. C. palled and tampered with by conserves of morality, Hall, forms the next of the series, and need we or a gospel according to gracefulness; there is only to say that it is a charming tale, simple enough ONE law of what is really right, for men or for to please the young-wise enough to delight women, and no second motive, no sense of decorum, children of a larger growth. We must not spoil will stand either man or woman in stead in the hour
the interest of the tale by telling readers to of trial. A sense of propriety cannot swallow up temptation. I am not a stickler for the
whom it may yet be new what the “ Money
rights of women,' if by those you mean becoming a soldier, or
Box” really is. But it is not one made of iron, a lawyer, or a member of Parliament. The rights
or wood, or paper, or tin, or anything man ever they really do want, though they cannot so well manufactured ; and yet it is one we all have, if articulate them, is to have a sense of right or wrong we only knew how to fill and to use it. But if inculeated for its own sake, and not to have the life we will cram it with rubbish, or leave it empty, choked out of them by having the decorums and what can we draw out? • the becoming' eternally substituted for it--not to have their lives and souls frittered into a shape to
THE CURATE OF WILDMERE.-(Newby, meet the notion of a 'truly feminine character,' ---The Curate of Wildmere is a person of no but to be allowed to grow up freely, and to have common interest, and his eventful history is told their natural characters developed as God made in a touching, yet powerful manner. The other them."
characters are well and naturally pourtrayed :
the dialogue is spirited, often brilliant, and the CHAMBERS's LIBRARY FOR YOUNG language excellent. We cannot conclude our PEOPLE. — No. 3. UNCLE Sam's Money-notice without mentioning some children who Box. By Mrs. S. C. Hall.-(W. and R. Cham- figure in the tale, and whose individuality is bers, Edinburgh.)-The admirable publications touched with so true and skilful a hand, that of the Messrs. Chambers are so widely circu- their delineation considerably enhances the inlated, that it is almost a work of supererogation terest of the novel.
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ROYAL ITALIAN Opera..
“ Come dolce all' alma mia,” she fairly took the
| audience by surprise with her wonderful voThe season here opened with “Tancredi”-an calization; producing effects which had seemed opera which has long lain dormant, on account impossible to the human voice. The duet with of the almost impossibility of finding an adequate Tancredi, “ Lasciami, non t'ascolto," was given Tancred. Since Pasta, no contralto has ever by herself and Alboni with irresistible power. achieved a real undoubted success in this difficult The wonderful pathos of Alboni's deep tones was part. It foiled the great Malibran, with all her never heard to greater perfection. She seemed wonderful genius; Brambilla, that clever singer to recover from her languid style, which on the and actress, whose Orsino and Arsace were un- first night sadly disappointed the audience. A rivalled until Alboni appeared---even she failed contemporary paper apologised for the young in Tancredi. Therefore, if the charming vocalist, on the plea of tooth-ache. Alas! that Marietta has not been so ultra-charming in this the arch-enemy, Odontalgia, should ever come difficult role, it is not surprising. She is a better nigh the queen of contraltos! The prayer, Tancred than any who have succeeded Pasta; "Giusto Ciel !" was excellently well done by and another half century will probably pass Persiani; but we must protest against a sad before a rival to that wonderful tragic singer error of taste, in adding to Rossini's magnificent appears. Alboni's singing throughout is as 1 air, Pacini's worthless cabaletta. The finale perfect as singing can be; but her acting is crowned Amenaide with success; Persiani has hardly masculine enough for this great trial of a never gained a more deserved ovation than was woman's power. No one but a Pasta, or an paid to her on the opening night of 1848. The Italian Charlotte Cushman, could compass the male characters in “Tancredi” are of little imdifficulty. Madame Persiani's Amenaide was portance, Rossini seeming to have intended his perfectly delicious. In her very first song, opera exclusively for the benefit of the fairer sex: still Signors Luegi Mei, and Polonini, it njw? We think not. Careful revisal may were quite as efficient in their parts as could be make the serious plays of its date endurable, nay wished, for the success of the whole. The in-pleasing, to an audience of our more refined strumentalists added their contribution to the generation ; but comedies, which drew their opera without a fault. Costa is the best of chief wit out of the foul wells whence our conductors. The fine overture-which the hack- / ancestors drank, must surely be best" laid on ing of every school-girl cannot make common- | the shelf.” Besides, putting aside their immoplace--was never given with greater taste and rality, we have little faith in the superior powers musical light and shade.
of the old dramatists. The rumour of Brooke's A ballet-flimsy in construction, as ballets engagement here gives promise of good things usually are-served to display the agility of to come. Surely Mr. Webster, to whom the Flora Fabbri, and her husband, M. Bretin. drama of the present day owes so much, will “ Follette; ou, la Reine des Feux-Follets,” reveals | enable the public to judge of this great modern a species of ballet mythology amusing and actor in a great modern play, in which his own original enough. There is a feminine Will- original powers may be tested, without being o'-the-Wisp, her daughter, with whom a young hampered by the prestige of dead and buried Jack-o'-Lantern is in love, and these various predecessors, as to “ how Kean spoke this," and modifications of the spectral tribe of Friar Rush, how Kemble did the other.” “Comparisons," personified by the choregraphic troop, elicit as the proverb avers, “ are always odious." between them a story of which we have not the faintest idea, so shall not attempt to describe.
OLYMPIC. “ There is something rotten in ihe state of". A change has come over the spirit of Mr. Terpsichore's graceful art, when the public taste Brooke, and likewise over his acting. He has is obliged to content itself with the nonsense given up the stormy characters in which Kean served up to it under the guise of ballets. delighted-returned to the pure ideal of acting
from Sir Giles Overreach and King Richard III. Her MAJESTY's Theatre.
he has risen to Hamlet. Every one who is Awaiting the advent of Jenny Lind, to whom
anxious for the fame of this great actor, will reall winds and waves be propitious, so that the
Ijoice that he has thus chosen another and a far Nightingale may wing her flight hither, with not
higher style of character than the one to which a feather unruffled ! --awaiting this, the first
| he seemed prone to incline-one in which none prima donna Mr. Lumley has given us is
but the wonderful genius of the elder Kean could Mdlle. Cruvelli. Her success in Verdi's “Er
draw the line between strong passion and all nani” we briefly recorded last month; since
| that is disgusting in overstrained rant. Therethen she has appeared in Rosina, in the ever
fore it is most pleasant to see Mr. Brooke again fresh “ Barbiere di Siviglia,” and in a new
| in the noble style of acting with which he first opera of Verdi's. In the latter she gave evidence.
| burst upon a London audience. His Hamlet is of intense feeling and passion; and we look
| a magnificent study, after Kemble's own ideal,
| or at least the ideal which has descended to the upon it that her forward career is certain, because she is not only a singer. Her acting is
“ new generation” with the veritable Kemble natural in whatever she undertakes, and her
stamp. It was as pure a realization of that sustainment of Rosina in the “ Barbière," will
noblest dream of Shakspeare's genius, as ever a bear comparison with names more famous than
| sympathising genius executed. We say a sympahers yet is. Her voice is of a rich and delicious
thising genius, for without such no actor could quality; she uses it with taste and feeling, and
ever personate Hamlet; all the stage knowledge will every month acquire more and more com
and study of years would not endow with life mand over it. Except this lady and Gardoni,
a creation so purely psychological-appealing not there is none of the Ilayınarket troupe worth
to the interest or feeling of the audience, but to more than a passing mention. Balfe is at his
their inmost mind and intellect. In the hands post-indefatigable as ever.
of an ordinary “ player,” Hamlet would be the
prosiest, most sentimental moraliser that ever HAYMARKET.
wearied an audience; in those of a man of
genius, like Brooke, he becomes what Shak. There is positively nothing to chronicle here, spere meant him to be—the type of intellect in its the great and deserved success of the “ Wife's loftiest sense; a creation sublime, unapproachSecret” having rendered the production of no-able, and alone. From the first scene to the velties quite unnecessary. The departure of the last, Mr. Brooke sustained this high ideal; Keans terminated its surprising career--and it keeping up throughout the ore idea which seems might have run still longer. This success must to hang over the tragedy-that of a vengeful have been a source of equal pleasure to author, Destiny ; like the Greek Eumenides-pursuing actors, manager, and public. A revived comedy him, tearing up all life's flowers before his eyes, of the old school, entitled the “ Double Gallant,” even to the one frail blossoin-Ophelia's loveis now underlined, and will probably have ap-goading him on, and dooming the dreamy spepeared by the time our notices, necessarily in culative philosopher to become the fated avenger advance-are printed. This play has been long of blood. In this the Orestes of Æschylus is the cast aside, from its great need of excision-- | faint overshadowing of Shakspere's Hamlet. All query, is it good taste in Mr. Webster to revive the successive changes of mind and feeling
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through which he passes from the somewbat lippe, Mr. ;“ The Harmonious Black, fantastic mourner who cradles his sorrow with smith," Elihu Burritt, Mr. - would be a loving care, until awakened by a mission curious announcements. Such daring stage from the invisible world to meet his destiny, to managers would make our celebrities quake, as the despair of one whose refuge is in the silence, Aristophanes did those of Athens. Madame the blessed “ silence," which comes at last - Vestris's bill of fare to the play-going public is all these are delineated by the actor with mas- generally of too light and flimsy a character to terly skill. To describe the exquisite charm of require much notice from the press; but she his elocution is almost impossible; every into- generally shows discretion in the arrangement nation of his voice brought out some new phase of the Lyceum performances, has very tolerable of character. The “divine philosophy," the actors, and her clever liusband, with her ever. sublime morality, the keen delicate satire, the blooming self, will always attract the easilydeep tenderness of that noblest character poet amused public-at least that class to whom the ever drew, were never more worthily pourtrayed legitimate drama is a weariness. Well, there is than by Gustavus Brooke. If Kemble's Hamlet always consolation to the followers and apprewas finer than his, it was almost above mortal ciators of higher art, in the proverb about pearls man; but our faith is weak : we do not believe and swine, in Kemble-only in Brooke! Having said so much of him, we have hardly opportunity to
MARYLEBONE. particularize the other actors. But Hamlet is The classical drama of “ Damon and Pythias" at best a grand monologue-not a play; human has been revived here; an experiment which mind cannot conceive a reduplication of cha- | does Mrs. Warner great credit. But even Baracters such as the one. Therefore, if Mrs. nim's fine writing would fail to revive a play Brougham's Gertrude was not majestic, but which has now become obsolete. Since the coarse; if the King was intensely bad, and days when Macready and Charles Kemble acted Ophelia-Shakspere's beautiful Ophelia — was in it together at Drury Lane, it has met with made by Miss May a mere ordinary “ young little success elsewhere. Mrs. Warner's Herlady," whom Hamlet would never have looked mione was the only truly fine delineation; at, much less loved-it mattered little; the one though Mr. Graham's Damon was good in its genius towered above all, blinding the lesser way. But somehow the public of the nineteenth lights as the sun shuts out the stars. The century is a very warm and young-hearted theatrical arrangements were good, with the public, and will not be frozen by the cold and exception of the “ Ghost” scenes; when Mr. pure dignity of the antique and classical. It Stewart, who made a very good Ghost in all must have something modern and fresh and other respects, would persist in advancing to the gushing, and likes the “ Lady of Lyons” and foot-lights, and so destroying the illusion. Like- / “ Love's Sacrifice" far better than “ Damon wise in the scene between Hamlet and his mo- and Pythias," as Mrs. Warner has doubtless ther, the broad glare of the lighted chamber was found out. A new actress, Miss Fanny Vining, anything but favourable to the apparition-the has appeared here as Margaret, in Mr. Lovell's Ghost looked a very portly flesh-and-blood | play; a hetter character for a début could ghost indeed. These poetical and dramatic hardly be found than the charming heroine unities ought to be observed--one likes to be of “ Love's Sacrifice,” which in Miss Vanthoroughly cheated, if at all. Let Mr. Spicer denhoff's hands became so successful. Miss take a lesson in Ghosts from Phelps, whose Vining has much talent and feeling, though stage spectres are quite delicious. An excel- she will hardly rise to the summit of her lent comic actor, Mr. Lysander Thompson, was | art: her best scene in the whole was the one a great attraction for the last month. His Robin with Lafont; in its conclusion Miss Vining Roughhead is worthy of Liston. “ Rob Roy" | acted excellently. Jean Rusé was admirably has, among other pieces, alternated on the off | done by Webb, who has a fund of drollery nights of Mr. Brooke.
which is always a resource to the failing atten
tion of the gods of Marylebone. Altogether the LYCEUM.
play was got up well. A new extravaganza, The “ Golden Branch” is still in flower here, “ The Enchanted Tower,” is very good. Miss and most likely will keep unwithered until Saunders, as Prince Headstrong, proved herself Easter. Various entertainments, of the light, to be a most clever little actress-rather too tasteful character, which Madame Vestris so small for a hero, but perfectly bewitching in her well knows how to furnish, have tempted the naïveté and sprightliness. She will be a great public to this pretty little theatre, which is favourite among the pet comediennes of the playalways full. Mr. C. Mathews has made a good going public. Miss Huddart's fine voice sushit in the character of Larater, in a quaint, tained the unimportant part she had to play; her fantastic piece, founded on the extravagances singing of a parody on “ The Standard-bearer," of that errant genius; a capital and original, was truly excellent. We are very glad to hear though somewhat dangerous idea. Aristophanes that this actress is about to change the dramatic brought Socrates on the stage; it would be for the operatic stage; with her rare and beauamusing to see our modern sages and great men tiful contralto, this is the best thing she can do. personified in their life-time, or immediately She may be a Pisaroni yet, in all but ugliness, in after. “ The Flight from Paris,” Louis Phi. | which latter quality that remarkable woman was
unrivalled. Two imitations of Charles Kean , any chance of success! Originality is almost and Macready were given by Messrs. Cooke impossible; and an imitation is either scouted as and Webb, in a most inimitable fashion. The a contemptible ruse, or condemned as far below scenery is not remarkable for excellence, but of the model. We wonder what the Hamlet of course Marylebone cannot cope with the re- 1899 will be! sources of that first-rate theatre for extravaganza, the Haymarket. Still Mrs. Warner merits
PRINCESS's. the highest praise for having, through many hazards and difficulties, steered her way in the
Mr. Macready and Mrs. Butler have been manner she has hitherto done. The first pioneer acting, together, here
acting together here-going through the range
going thro who enters a wilderness, with his hatchet and of their old Shaksperian parts. In some inspade, deserves more credit than the engineer
stances this evinced bad taste, inasmuch as the who, with his two thousand labourers at his course of time W
course of time will shew; and the Cordelia beck, follows after, to lay his line of railway.
of Mrs. Frances Butler cannot be the Cordelia of young Fanny Kemble. It is no disrespect to
this tine actress to advise her to remember that SADLER'S WELLS.
there is beauty in the dignity of mature years,
as well as in the freshness of youth; and what is It is rarely we have aught but praise to give painful and unnatural in a Juliet or a DesdeMiss Addison. This last month we have great mona, becomes magnificent in Hamlet's erring fault to find-though not so much with her as mother, or Lady Macbeth. Macready has already with the bad management which gave her such gathered all the laurels within his reach; he will a part as Evadne, in the “ Bridal." It is utterly never rise higher, but must surely remain a unsuited to her. An actress like Laura Addison, great actor as long as he treads the boards. excelling in pathos and feminine delineation of This, on his own word, will not be long, as he character, whose conceptions all tend less to the informed a Newcastle audience lately; adding, grand than the beautiful, is sadly out of place in with at least questionable taste, that his retirea part like Evadne-which though forcible, is ment would not be from age, or failing powers, coarse, violent, and repulsive; it is like har. but from the lamentable decline of the legitimate nessing a graceful young courser to one of drama. Now, when Brooke and Phelps--we Meux's drays-a piece of positive cruelty. And will not say Charles Kean-Mrs. Kean, Helen this one hint we must give to Mr. Phelps, that, Faucit, Laura Addison, the Cushmans, are con. however attractive Miss Addison's powers may tinually employed in advancing their art; when be to the Sadler's Wells audience, the continued Shakspeare has been played during the past strain upon them is rather unfair toward any season at six London theatres, and modern actress. Woman of genius as she undoubtedly dramas equal to any except the Great Dramatist is, she is yet too young to bear without injury are being continually brought out and apprethe incessant labour of taking character after ciated—this speech of Mr. Macready's is rather character in the manner she does. Hardly any questionable. While we have writers like living actress has, at her age, gone through such Marston, and Lovell, and Knowles; and actors a round of hard work as Laura Addison; and such as Brooke, and Helen Faucit, and Phelpstherefore we shall pass over in silence her we need not fear the “Wolf”-cry of "the drama Evadne, her Gertrude, in “Hamlet,” and hope is declining."-D. that the next part allotted to her will be one in which the exquisite and feminine refinement of her genius may find full play. In the “Merry Wives of Windsor,” Mr. Phelps has PANORAMA OF VIENNA. tried a new line of character with much success. To leap at once from Hamlet to Falstaff shews! We scarcely know any of the Exhibitions considerable versatility in any actor; and to say which are more thoroughly satisfactory than that both were good is no mean praise. Still Mr. Burford's Panoramas. Volumes of descripit is rather a pain to see one's pet idols of tions, and folios of drawings, could never give tragedy descend to the lower range of comedy; so just a notion of an unseen locality as halt one does not like to laugh at Phelps, mirth- an hour spent in visiting his really wonderful provoking as his Falstaff is. He made up for productions. It is long since he has presented it admirably, as he always does; there is not a one to the public more attractive than that of better dresser anywhere than Phelps, or one who Vienna, and perhaps at a moment when the is more tastefully attentive to those scenic imperial city is the scene of stirring events minutiæ, which, after all, contribute no little to which are to make history, it has an interest the illusion of the stage. Mr. Hoskins's Slender, which hardly attached to it when the pencil was though cast in the shade by the ever-memorable at work. We cannot do better than make an one of Charles Mathews, was by no means a extract from the extremely well-written descrip bad impersonation. Miss Cooper and Mrs. tion of the View with which we were furnished; Marston were an ill-contrasted pair as the premising that the palaces, gardens, river; “ Merry Wives ;” but, casting aside comparisons, bridges, and monuments of many sorts, stand were both good in their way. How hard it is for out with such reality, that the hushed silence new actors to traverse Shaksperian paths with seems something strange, and one's cheat