gentleman is perhaps only a little eccentric. Allow me to say one word to him. Sir [to SMITH]. Smith. Sir. [Bowing.] Capt. [Aside to him.] A little difficulty of this description may happen to any gentleman. If you would pardon the liberty I take, as an utter stranger, in offering you the trifling loan of two guineas [slipping them into his hand]. Smith. My dear sir, no apology, I beg. I am your debtor. Capt. Hush! Smith. Certainly. [Aloud to LANDLORD.] Harkye, my friend: It is just possible I may be a rogue, but it is also possible I may be an ambassador, a minister of state, or an East India director. I therefore only request you to decide whether you will send for a constable or not. Land. [Hesitatingly.] Well, I should be sorry to do an uncivil thing by a gentleman for a guinea or two; and if you are a gentleman, I suppose, some other day, you might pay me. Smith. I might, undoubtedly; but, mind, I don't say I will. Land. Well, you are an odd gentleman, certainly; but I'll trust you sooner than have a disturbance, and a mob round my door; so I leave it to your honour. [Throws bill on table, and exit. Smith. [Aside.] In that case, here go the two guineas. [Putting the two guineas, which he has hela in his hand, into his pocket, and taking up his hat and cane.] Your humble servant, sir. [Makes a gracious bow to CAPTAIN COZENS, and putting on his hat, walks out; picking his teeth, and humming an Italian air.] Capt. [Aside.] He's a first-rate artist. I must see more of him. [Aloud to WAITER.] There's my reckoning; keep the change. [Exit CAPTAIN COZENS. Wait. Thank ye, sir. [Tossing up the guinea, and catching it.] That's a gentleman, if you please!— every inch of one. I always know a real gentleman by what he gives the waiter! (By permission of the Publisher.) SCENE FROM "THE FOOL'S REVENGE.” BY TOM TAYLOR. BERTUCCIO. FIORDELISA. Bert. My own! Fiord. [Flinging herself into his arms with a cry of joy.] My father! Bert. [Embracing her tenderly.] Closer, closer yet! Let me feel those soft arms about my neck, This dear cheek on my heart! No-do not stir- Fiord. My own dear father! Bert. Let me look at thee, darling-why, thou growest More and more beautiful! Thou 'rt happy here? Hast all that thou desirest-thy lute-thy flowers? She loves her poor old father?-Blessings on thee— I know thou dost-but tell me so. Fiord. I love you I love you very much! I am so happy When you are with me-Why do you come so late, And go so soon? Why not stay always here? Bert. Why not! why not! Oh, if I could! To live Where there's no mocking, and no being mockedNo laughter but what's innocent; no mirth That leaves an after-bitterness like gall. Fiord. Now, you are sad! There's that black ugly cloud Upon your brow-you promised, the last time, Bert. Fiord. If I but knew the reason of your sadness, Then I might comfort you; but I know nothing— Not even your name. Bert. But "Father." Fiord. I'd have no name for thee, In the convent, at Ceséna, Where I was rear'd, they used to call me orphan. And then they needed not to say I had one; My own heart told me that. Bert. I often think I had done well to have left thee there, in the peace Fiord. Dear father! You're crying now-you must not cry-you must You say you are so happy here-and yet I would but be to thee a father-something Fiord. And you are so, father. Bert. I love thee with a love strong as the hate I bear for all but thee. With thy pure hand in mine-and tell me still, Fiord. Oh, tell me of my mother! Bert. No!-leave the dead alone-talk of thyself. Thy life here-Thou heed'st well my caution, girlNot to go out by day, nor show thyself There, at the casement. Fiord. Yes some day, I hope, You will take me with you, but to see the town— 'Tis so hard to be shut up here, alone Bert. Thou hast not stirred abroad? Fiord. [Suspiciously and eagerly. Only to vespers You said I might do that with good Brigitta I never go forth, or come in alone. Bert. That's well. I grieve that thou shouldst live But if thou knew'st what poison's in the air- Is a temptation-beauty but a bait For desperate desires :-No man, I hope, |