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there. If

you will come, pack up the and there was a third sitting on the bust and bring it with you.

day after that; indeed, to save repetiYours, very faithfully, tion, it may as well be said at once “ BROADLANDS.

that there were a great many more “P.S.-I rather fancy that Lady Mary sittings than were at all necessarywould be glad of help in another draw- so many more that the marble must at ing which she has in hand. It is a length have come to resent the continstudy of a cow-she is fond of cows- uous chip, chip, of the sculptor's chisel. standing under an oak-tree beside a pool One night the moon shone, and Lady of water. The oak and the water are Mary walked on the beach without her really creditable, but when I compared hat. the copy with the original, a few days What small thing is it that burns red ago, I found that she had left out the close by the ancient boat-house? Is it

Do you feel equal to putting in once more the cigarette of the sculptor? the cow?"

Yes, that is what it is.

You will, I know, go what way it This letter astonished Hubert beyond pleases you, Lady Mary, for you are now measure. Did the earl really mean- nineteen and a half; and the moon it But he could get no further than that. shines, and the sculptor's voice is more He could not frame a question to which, tender than of yore, and his beard is still so far as he could see, there was no in the fashion of Vandyck. possible answer. But of one thing he And you too, Sculptor, of what use was very certain, viz., that he meant to would it be that I should counsel you ? accept the earl's invitation. He did not For you are now growing to be a person send his acceptance through the post, of importance; and the moon it shines, which after all is but a slow-going thing and you fear not the witchery of the when a man is in love, but fled, bare- maiden's eyes, perhaps not even that headed and in his apron, to the telegraph most sweet peril that lurks about her office round the corner, and dispatched a mouth. wire.

An hour passed; and the moon it He packed the portmanteau again, shone, and the maiden had a slender and went by express to Redmonton. waist, and the sculptor an adventurous The sea was there as usual, and so was the sun; but Hubert did not sit upon By-and-by she lifted her eyes that the sands and forget the earl's dinner were blue to his that were brown, and hour. He was something more than an said : artist now-he was a man who was “I left out that cow on purpose, dear; '. madly in love.

which was the truth. The next morning there was a sitting “And why did you leave out the cow, in the familiar upper room, and the earl dearest ?” was present only for a few minutes. "1--I don't know, love ;” which was There was another sitting the next day, not the truth.


Editor's Easy Chair.

IN N speaking a month or two ago of the special branches of labour upon a newspaper, various employments now open to women

such as that which relates to the dress of the Easy Chair did not especially mention women, to needle and other work of the what is called journalism, as it omitted to kind, with which women are naturally more specify many others. But there is one familiar than men, and women will therefore general remark to be made upon the subject treat them more satisfactorily and intelliwhich is suggested by a recent inquiry. · gently. But“ a woman's duty upon a newsThe nature of the work to be done is not paper" is substantially the same with that changed by the fact that it is a woman who of a man. undertakes it. It may be done better, more Perhaps the most conspicuous and noted delicately, more shrewdly, more honestly, of women who have been employed in jourbut it is the same work, and requires the nalism was Harriet Martineau. For some same qualities, whether the worker be a years she wrote editorially for a London man or a woman. There are, indeed, some paper. Her articles were upon the current

public questions of the hour-the policy of her patience, devotion, tranquility, and con-
the Government at home and abroad, the scientiousness, will be always most service-
characters of eminent public men, and the able, but the work of journalism as such
various problems of political economy. There is of no sex, any more than that of setting
was no editorial contemporary of Miss Mar- type.
tineau's who was more fully equipped for With that charming inconsequence which
the office of public censor, and the volume distinguishes so much reasoning upon this
of obituary biographies which was collected general subject, some stalwart defender of
from her contributions to the paper are as

“the natural sphere of woman” may peradmirable and vivid as any which appeared haps conclude that an employment which is in any journal of the time.

of no sex is not “womanly ” or “ feminine." There was, however, nothing which Miss He is a little late. George Herbert's familiar Martineau selected to do, or which was line disposes of the matter: suggested to her to write, which could be

“Who sweeps a room as for thy laws defined distinctively as a woman's work on

Makes that and the action fine." a paper. She wrote articles, not as a woman, but as an editor, as Mrs. Somerville studied Or the old adage, what man has done man astronomy not as a woman, but as a scholar. may do, may be paraphrased, what woman If the Easy Chair may take an illustration can do women may do. Exceptional acts, close at hand, it would say that any woman like Mrs. Patten's steering the ship, will be who is anxious to know what is a woman's infrequent. But all the employments dework upon a paper or in journalism has veloped by modern invention and by the only to turn to the Critic, a weekly literary greater perfection of machinery will be more journal in New York. The Critic is edited and more open to women, not, however, as by a woman, but it depends for the just and women, but as skilled and diligent labourers. we hope assured success which it has achieved upon the ability with which it is It is but another form of the proverb that edited, upon the tact with which public a man is known by his companions to say sentiment and interest are perceived, and that he is measured by those who praise upon the skill with which the books for him. To be warmly commended by rascals

, review and the writers of the reviews are to be the model great man of those whom selected.

everybody despises, is a cruel fate, because In such an office there is nothing which it is an unerring judgment. The qualities belongs peculiarly to sex, or which requires that secure the admiration of knaves are not different training in a woman from that of the honourable qualities, and every superlaa man. Miss Martineau was one of the tive of admiration which a scoundrel bestows most accomplished and shrewdest observers upon another man covers that man with and students of politics and public affairs of suspicion. When a distinguished man her day in England. She was much more showed his friend a letter of the heartiest capable of wisely directing the Government admiration from one of the great men of his than many men who were likely to be called time, his friend replied that he would rather into the administration. Her political views, have that letter than a diploma from the especially upon economical subjects, were first university. And when a graduating singularly enlightened and sagacious, and class of generous collegians spontaneously her series of tales illustrative of the princi- cheers a professor as a parting token of ples of political economy were among the respect and regard, he may well feel that he chief educators of public opinion in England. is pledged to still greater devotion and Her History of the Peace is a work so instruc- diligence by the confidence which he has tive and admirable that it is quite indispens- won from young men. able to the English legislator who would But if a thief and conspicuous reprobate know both the course of politics in England should select a man for lavish public aduladuring the first half of the century and the tion, the unhappy victim might well reflect influences which really controlled those that however successfully he might have politics. But in all this there was nothing concealed himself, he was now revealed, and which was peculiar to a woman.

know that the time has arrived for him to For that part of journalism, therefore, swear to live cleanly henceforward, or to which concerns the treatment of great poli- share the ignominy of his eulogist. The tical and industrial questions, and comment misery of his situation is his clear perception upon public affairs, a woman must look for that he must be supposed to be in some way her outfit and qualification not in any dis- an accomplice of the eulogist, or, if the tinction of sex, but in taste and education praise be really unselfish, to be possessed of and literary faculty. For that other part rascally qualities which the rascal has inwhich involves the treatment of special topics, stinctively perceived. There are men whose or the work of selection and adaptation for hostility and hatred are the best proof of a the paper, her main reliance must be upon her seasoned virtue, and their regard is for the quickness, intelligence, industry, experience, same reason fatal to good fame. Had Catiline and temperament. Her womanly qualities, praised Cicero, the name of Cicero would

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not have been that of a patriot; and that praised by those whose applause is certain Aaron Burr contemned and ridiculed Wash- exposure. That applause is a Nessus shirt. ington is another glory of the great man. It is meant to decorate and attract, but it The devil does not cross himself with holy tears away the skin and the life. Such water. “What crime have I committed,” praise is meant to adorn and commend, but said a wise man, “that so utter a knave it leaves its victim blasted with suspicion praises me?”

and scorn. In estimating men whose names only are familiar, it is necessary to know who it is In a recent article in this Magazine upon that extols them and who sneers at them. Hampstead, the name of Sir Rowland Hill, It is this knowledge which makes honest one of the great public benefactors of our public men absolutely impervious to the day, was mentioned as a resident of the shafts of the most venomous ridicule, and town, and his daughter, now living in Haliunmindful of the heaviest missiles of abuse. fax, Nova Scotia, sends us some pleasant The contempt of such men baffles the sneers notes upon the article: of blackguardism as the sun extinguishes the feeblo flicker of a match. Indeed, there is

"It is stated in the paper that the origin of the name

of the Spaniards' Inn is enshrouded in mystery. An old nothing more ludicrous than the constant Hampsteadian is glad of the opportunity to lift the veil. and elaborate vituperation which is some- The name, according to fairly creditable rumour, was times poured by a newspaper or a politician bestowed, probably on a yet older building, in honour of upon an opponent, who is as absolutely un- some gallant Spanish gentlemen of the time of Philip conscious of the incessant assault as a picture and Mary, who on that spot rescued from insult a party

of English ladies. is heedless of the buzzing of a fly.

"Several legends relating to Keats linger still about In the graveyard, as Elia says in a familiar Hampstead, one of which, told by a contemporary friend passage, to judge from the epitaphs, only and eye-witness

, is to the effect that close by the White good men seem to be buried, so at an election, Stone Pond, which figures at page 169, the gentle

Adonais was once roused to wholesome indignation, and to judge from the newspapers, only bad men

into very soundly thrashing a brute who was beating his are to be voted for. No sooner has the Con- wife. The nightingales Keats so dearly loved have long vention decided that White, Black, or Green fled the scene, retiring dismayed before the steady inshall be the candidate, than it appears that vasion of brick and mortar. he is the personification of all mean and

“King's Bench Walk is also often called the Judges'

Walk, the story, whether apocryphal or not, being petty vices, and that his conduct in every

while the assizes, in plague days, were held at Hamprelation of life has been nefarious. He lies stead, my luds' were given to promenade beneath the and bribes and steals, and could the truth be leafy shade, and discuss their judgments and other known, it would undoubtedly appear that he weighty matters. was the real murderer of the babes in the “On the highest heights of Hampstead lived and died wood, and that his beard is blue. But his Mrs. Agnes and her more famous sister Mrs. Joanna

Baillie, both centenarians. art has succeeded in concealing his actual

"Within the last few years a picturesque house known character hitherto, and he has imposed as the Priory has been cleared away. It overlooked himself for fifty years upon his associates that portion of the Finchley Road immortalised by and friends and the community at large as

Wilkie Collins in the opening scene of the Woman in a good-natured, honest, industrious, public

White. It was a building not old as Hampstead houses

go, but one which might be called a species of mosaic, spirited, and clever man.

being of ancient materials enshrined in modern brick And who has made the appalling discovery and mortar. Some of the curious, small-paned, latticed of this prolonged and triumphed duplicity, windows and other accessories were genuine antiques, and at last unearthed this fox, this jackal, the most striking object being, perhaps, a large and this hyena? Let the public benefactor with jambs, which did duty as entrance porch. This stand forth and receive universal and grate- patchwork residence, to which a domestic tragedy atful applause. Alack and alas! it is only the taches, was built by an auctioneer and antiquarian known cry of a political opponent to whom every as “Memory' Thompson – a nickname said to have been thing is fair in practical politics, or it is earned by his ability to recollect every shop or publicsome thief branded with public contempt house, together with the names appertaining to them,

which stood at the corners of the different London streets. who hopes to divert the finger of scorn from

" Near the corner of Belsize Lane and Haverstock Hill his own infamy. This revelation disposes of the gay visitors who had come from London to spend all that industrious placarding, and, like the the day and drink the chalybeate waters were wont, on bullet of an assassin, but commends the pro- their return, to rendezvous in order to make up a party posed victim only more closely to public strong enough to defy the foot-pads and highwaymen confidence. But can any calamity be greater the hamlet and the metropolis

, now covered by the than the praise of the exposed and baffled densely populated Camden Town and its surroundings TURGUÉNIEFF, Tourgenef, Tourgeniew- one night, they are pursued by a terrible, one hardly knows how to write the name, indescribable something. A deadly terror for it has more spellings than Shakespeare- seizes Ellis in mid-air, and she is hardly able has been made the subject of many appre- to sustain him in her flight; he becomes ciative and interesting obituary notices in unconscious, revives, hears a low moan, and English papers since his death, but it is re- sees the half materialised Ellis fade out of markable that up to the present so little has sight at the approach of day. Fantastic as been said about his personality, his manner it may seem from this description, the realism and methods of work, and the story of his and simplicity of the story make it perlife. It is not less remarkable, moreover, fectly natural as one reads it. The Antchar, that so little mention should have been a longer magazine story of almost equal made of a branch of writing in which he beauty, which appeared soon after, gives a displayed his most brilliant achievements; for graphic picture of provincial life, and was it was as a writer of short tales that he gained followed by a curious analytical study called his greatest success in his own country, and Faust, which, in a different way, is as in this he had probably not a rival in the original and powerful as the Visions we have literature of any nation or period. His short mentioned above. In this case also the stories are well known on the Continent, but hero is made to tell his own story. He has singularly enough it was left for an Ameri- met early in life, at a country-house where can translator to discover and reproduce he was staying, a very charming girl of sixthem in English, and it is still more remark- teen, whom he describes carefully. The able that years should pass by and these mother of the girl has educated her upon & translations never be brought to England, peculiar system, never allowing her to read where, so far as we can learn, they have not any work of fiction or poetry, to be told even been heard of.

. rascal? The man whom he sought to blacken The one cabstand of Hampstead now marks the site. shines only more brightly and serenely from At present there is no break between London and the futile assault. But the man whom he Hampstead, which circumstance reminds one that a praises is ignominiously pilloried for ever.

prophecy attributed to Mother Shipton, or some such

worthy, exists, which may, of course, like Wardour Nature, it is said, provides an antidote Street old furniture, be a modern antique,' yet which, against the poison of every venomous snake, at any rate, declares that and in like manner she makes this provision “When London shall to Hampstead gain, against false characters--that they shall be A Queen shall both be loved and reign.'

stories, or to know about anything in which It was in 1871 that Mr. Thomas Sargent the imagination is brought into play; in Perry, then a tutor in Harvard University, every other branch of education, the sciences, in Massachusetts, if we are not mistaken, history, and serious knowledge, she has been translated a story written by Turguénieff trained to the highest perfection. The about ten years before, and introduced the hero's proposal for the girl's hand is rejected Russian novelist for the first time to Anglo- | by the proud and ambitious mother, and he Saxon readers. This story, entitled A Cor- goes away for a long sojourn abroad. Ten respondence, was published in a New York years pass and he has almost forgotten this magazine, where it immediately attracted youthful episode, when returning to his progeneral notice. It is told almost entirely in vincial estates in Russia he finds that the the form of letters, there being only three girl has been for many years the wife of characters, and the quality of these brilliant one of his neighbours. Though he has not letters reminds one of the very best that seen her for ten years he is surprised to find Prosper Merimée and his Incognita wrote to her absolutely unchanged: in appearance each other. It is an intensely sad story in and in manner she is still the same girl of its ending, for at the point when the hero sixteen. It is interesting to speculate upon and heroine had developed a romantic in- the effect the emotions may have in hurrying terest in each other that was about to lead on human life, and we are given to underto a meeting, the man suddenly stops writ- stand in this story that the youthfulness of ing. He has fallen into the toils of a design the heroine, who at twenty-six is as blooming, vulgar woman, who completely ruins ing as her own children and as unconstrained him, and it is upon his death-bed in a foreign in manner as a girl, is explained by the fact country that he gives his story, and these that her imagination has never been stimuletters, to a stranger who has been kind to lated by artificial means. Her nervous him. Not long afterward there was repro- system is absolutely perfect; and this is duced in the same American magazine a illustrated by an incident that is ingeniously story of wonderful beauty and originality, introduced. In the course of the story the called Visions : a Phantasy, the workmanship hero is reminded of the peculiar limits in of which is as exquisite as that of The the girl's education, and is surprised to find Tempest, or A Midsummer Night's Dream, and that, though after marriage she was at liberty almost as imaginative. The story is told in to read what she liked, she has never yet the first person, as an experience, and de- read any work of the imagination. She does scribes the writer's meeting with a beautiful not think she would care for it, but somespirit in the form of a woman, a wandering what reluctantly agrees to listen if he will soul, who has the power of lifting him into read her a specimen from the best one he the air and transporting him to distant knows. Goethe's Faust is the one selected, places, wherever he asks her. They sail to and its effect upon her is something extraParis, and Italy, and Germany; they join ordinary. Here we have one of the most inflock of birds and float across Europe and teresting psychological studies that could be over the sea. Night after night this goes on, imagined : a mature mind, highly developed and Ellis, that is the ghost's name, seems to and impressionable, is suddenly awakened to be gradually becoming materialised. Finally,' a new and undreampt of experience; and the

intensity of the heroine's emotions, and the Viardot's country-house at Bougival, somechange that is wrought in her whole nature times at Baden-Baden. But about once a seems not to be overdrawn or out of keeping year it was Turguénieff's custom to visit his with the tragic events that follow.

estates at Orel, an interior province of RusOneof Turguénieff's most masterly sketches, sia, and renew his acquaintance with Russian from a literary point of view, is entitled ways. Though the sentence of banishment Mumu. It is the simple story of a poor old pronounced against him was revoked many peasant, a serf, who is deaf and dumb, and years ago by the Emperor Nicholas, and Turall his affection is centred on a dog. One guénieff was at liberty to live wherever he day the dog growls at a passing aristocrat, liked, he preferred to make his home in and is ordered to be killed. In Gradenbrod France. He might have gone far without (“ The Bread of Mercy ") and The Inn on the finding another household so congenial as Highway we have also sketches of great that of the Viardots, for Madame Viardot, beauty and pathos about Russians in their Malibran's sister, was a brilliant musician, own country; a country which in Tur- and her daughter a painter; and Turguéguénieff's pictures seems to wear an air of nieff was passionately fond of both music and settled gloom. But he did not always painting ; while in M. Viardot he found a employ a Russian background in his sketches, man of the highest artistic and literary culand we can never forget a certain story of ture, and between them existed one of those unrequited love, the scene of which is laid at beautiful ideal friendships so rare in this Heidelberg; the story of a proud woman, world. Their house in Paris was an oldfascinatingly described, who lays her affec- fashioned mansion in the Rue de Douai, near tion at the feet of an unresponsive man. In the Batignolles, and Turguénieff occupied all these stories, as well as in the novels, the entire second floor. Here in a charming though the incidents and plot are contrived study, partly Oriental in its appointments, with great originality, and are often dramatic and containing some beautiful paintings and in the extreme, it is in the perfection of the bric-à-brac, he used to write his novels, and details, the vivid descriptions and dialogue, M. Viardot used to help him translate them that Turguénieff's art found its highest ex- into French. It was usually in this room that pression.

he received his visitors, who never failed to be The general outlines of Turguénieff's life impressed by his knightly courtesy and the are well known. Of his childhood at Orel, wonderful charm of his conversation. He his studies at the Universities of Moscow, was a tall, herculean figure, with long white St. Petersburg, and Berlin, his exile, and the hair, beard, moustache, and bushy eyecharacter of his novels, some account has brows. His countenance, like George Eliot's, been given in the obituary notices that have was equine, an invariable indication of great appeared; but of his personal appearance, talent, the high, massive forehead and prohabits, and surroundings, the trifling details minent brow testifying to a strongly-devethat in the case of such a man are always so loped artistic sense; but his face, with its interesting, little has been said, because clear-cut features, kindly blue eyes, and little was known. About twenty years ago winning smile, was strikingly handsome. Herr Julian Schmidt, the well-known Ger- Turguénieff was not given to talking about man critic, who was an intimate friend of himself or his works, but he was sometimes Turguénieff

, published a sketch in his own led to discuss his literary methods and language; and ten years later a very in theories in the course of conversation, which teresting sketch appeared in an American he always did with entire frankness. He magazine, from the pen of Professor Boyesen, professed to be an indolent worker, yet the who was also acquainted with the great amount of labour he put into a story was novelist, and wrote the article with his sanc- surprising. It was his habit to write out tion. It was a surprise as well as a pleasure with great rapidity his whole conception of to him to learn, as he did in 1874, that his plot and characters, and then laboriously writings had been widely known and admired reduce it, mathematically speaking, to its in the United States for years. Perhaps the lowest terms. In this way he often connews was specially gratifying to him because densed a manuscript that might have been of his democratic tendencies and great in- printed as a three-volume novel, till it was terest in the American republic. He had brought down into the form of a magazine cherished from his boyhood a plan of some tale, for which he had a particular fondness. day paying a visit to the Western Continent, Everything he wrote was inspired by what and in fact, even while a youth at the Uni- he had seen or experienced; never developed versity of Moscow, he was dubbed “the entirely from his imagination. The original American” by his fellow-students, by reason of his famous Bazaroff, for example, the of his democratic views.

Nihilist in Fathers and Sons, was a provincial From 1856 up to the time of his death, doctor, who died in 1860. This splendid more than a quarter of a century, he was character took so powerful a hold upon his a member of the househol of M. Louis imagination that he used to keep a journal Viardot, the well-known art critic; living for him, in which he wrote down Bazaroffs sometimes at Paris, sometimes at Madame views on all the leading questions of the

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