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January, 1894</div> +<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and +most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions +whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms +of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online +at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you +are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the +country where you are located before using this eBook. +</div> +<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The Strand Magazine: Volume VII, Issue 37. January, 1894.<br /> + An Illustrated Monthly +</div> +<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Various</div> +<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Editor: George Newnes</div> +<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: November 8, 2003 [eBook #10020]<br /> +[Most recently updated: January 18, 2023]</div> +<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> +<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Jonathan Ingram and PG Distributed Proofreaders</div> +<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STRAND MAGAZINE ***</div> + + <p class="figure"><a href="images/i-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/i-1.png" alt="" /></a></p> + <hr /> + <h1>THE STRAND MAGAZINE</h1> + <h2><i>An Illustrated Monthly</i></h2> + <h4>EDITED BY GEORGE NEWNES</h4> + <h2>Vol VII., Issue 37.<br /> + January, 1894</h2> + <hr class="full" /> + <h2>Contents.</h2> + <ul> + <li> + <a href="#ch37-1">Stories from the Diary of a Doctor.</a> By the Authors of + "The Medicine Lady." + <ul> + <li>VII.—The Horror of Studley Grange.</li> + </ul> + </li> + <li><a href="#ch37-2">The Queen of Holland.</a> By Mary Spencer-Warren.</li> + <li> + <a href="#ch37-3">Zig-Zags at the Zoo.</a> By A. G. Morrison. + <ul> + <li>XIX.—Zig-Zag Batrachian.</li> + </ul> + </li> + <li><a href="#ch37-4">The Helmet.</a> From the French of Ferdinand + Beissier</li> + <li> + <a href="#ch37-5">The Music of Nature.</a> By T. Camden Pratt. + <ul> + <li>Part II.</li> + </ul> + </li> + <li> + <a href="#ch37-6">Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of Their + Lives.</a> + <ul> + <li><a href="#ch37-6-1">Sir Henry Loch.</a></li> + <li><a href="#ch37-6-2">Madame Belle Cole.</a></li> + <li><a href="#ch37-6-3">The Lord Bishop of Peterborough.</a></li> + <li><a href="#ch37-6-4">Lord Wantage.</a></li> + <li><a href="#ch37-6-5">Sir Richard Temple, M.P.</a></li> + </ul> + </li> + <li><a href="#ch37-7">A Terrible New Year's Eve.</a> By Kathleen + Huddleston.</li> + <li><a href="#ch37-8">Personal Reminiscences of Sir Andrew Clark.</a> By E. H. + Pitcairn.</li> + <li> + <a href="#ch37-9">Beauties:</a> + <ul> + <li>XIII.—Children.</li> + </ul> + </li> + <li><a href="#ch37-10">The Signatures of Charles Dickens (with Portraits).</a> + By J. Holt Schooling.</li> + <li><a href="#ch37-11">The Mirror.</a> From the French of George Japy.</li> + <li><a href="#ch37-12">Handcuffs.</a> By Inspector Moser.</li> + <li><a href="#ch37-13">The Family Name.</a> From the French of Henri + Malin.</li> + <li> + The Queer Side of Things— + <ul> + <li><a href="#ch37-14">Among the Freaks.—Major Microbe.</a></li> + <li><a href="#ch37-15">Lamps of all Kinds and Times.</a></li> + <li><a href="#ch37-16">The Two Styles.</a></li> + </ul> + </li> + </ul> + + + + <h2><a id="ch37-1" name="ch37-1"></a>Stories from the Diary of a Doctor.</h2> + <h4>By the Authors of "THE MEDICINE LADY."</h4> + <h3>VII.—THE HORROR OF STUDLEY GRANGE.</h3> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/002-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/002-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "THE HORROR OF STUDLEY GRANGE."</p> + <p>I was in my consulting-room one morning, and had just said good-bye to the last + of my patients, when my servant came in and told me that a lady had called who + pressed very earnestly for an interview with me.</p> + <p>"I told her that you were just going out, sir," said the man, "and she saw the + carriage at the door; but she begged to see you, if only for two minutes. This is + her card."</p> + <p>I read the words, "Lady Studley."</p> + <p>"Show her in," I said, hastily, and the next moment a tall, slightly-made, + fair-haired girl entered the room.</p> + <p>She looked very young, scarcely more than twenty, and I could hardly believe + that she was, what her card indicated, a married woman.</p> + <p>The colour rushed into her cheeks as she held out her hand to me. I motioned her + to a chair, and then asked her what I could do for her.</p> + <p>"Oh, you can help me," she said, clasping her hands and speaking in a slightly + theatrical manner. "My husband, Sir Henry Studley, is very unwell, and I want you + to come to see him—can you?—will you?"</p> + <p>"With pleasure," I replied. "Where do you live?"</p> + <p>"At Studley Grange, in Wiltshire. Don't you know our place?"</p> + <p>"I daresay I ought to know it," I replied, "although at the present moment I + can't recall the name. You want me to come to see your husband. I presume you wish + me to have a consultation with his medical attendant?"</p> + <p>"No, no, not at all. The fact is, Sir Henry has not got a medical attendant. He + dislikes doctors, and won't see one. I want you to come and stay with us for a week + or so. I have heard of you through mutual friends—the Onslows. I know you can + effect remarkable cures, and you have a great deal of tact. But you can't possibly + do anything for my husband unless you are willing to stay in the house and to + notice his symptoms."</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 70%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/003-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/003-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "LADY STUDLEY SPOKE WITH GREAT EMPHASIS."<br /> + </p> + </div> + <p>Lady Studley spoke with great emphasis and earnestness. Her long, slender hands + were clasped tightly together. She had drawn off her gloves and was bending forward + in her chair. Her big, childish, and somewhat restless blue eyes were fixed + imploringly on my face.</p> + <p>"I love my husband," she said, tears suddenly filling them—"and it is + dreadful, dreadful, to see him suffer as he does. He will die unless someone comes + to his aid. Oh, I know I am asking an immense thing, when I beg of you to leave all + your patients and come to the country. But we can pay. Money is no object whatever + to us. We can, we will, gladly pay you for your services."</p> + <p>"I must think the matter over," I said. "You flatter me by wishing for me, and + by believing that I can render you assistance, but I cannot take a step of this + kind in a hurry. I will write to you by to-night's post if you will give me your + address. In the meantime, kindly tell me some of the symptoms of Sir Henry's + malady."</p> + <p>"I fear it is a malady of the mind," she answered immediately, "but it is of so + vivid and so startling a character, that unless relief is soon obtained, the body + must give way under the strain. You see that I am very young, Dr. Halifax. Perhaps + I look younger than I am—my age is twenty-two. My husband is twenty years my + senior. He would, however, be considered by most people still a young man. He is a + great scholar, and has always had more or less the habits of a recluse. He is fond + of living in his library, and likes nothing better than to be surrounded by books + of all sorts. Every modern book worth reading is forwarded to him by its publisher. + He is a very interesting man and a brilliant conversationalist. Perhaps I ought to + put all this in the past tense, for now he scarcely ever speaks—he reads next + to nothing—it is difficult to persuade him to eat—he will not leave the + house—he used to have a rather ruddy complexion—he is now deadly pale + and terribly emaciated. He sighs in the most heartrending manner, and seems to be + in a state of extreme nervous tension. In short, he is very ill, and yet he seems + to have no bodily disease. His eyes have a terribly startled expression in + them—his hand trembles so that he can scarcely raise a cup of tea to his + lips. In short, he looks like a man who has seen a ghost."</p> + <p>"When did these symptoms begin to appear?" I asked.</p> + <p>"It is mid-winter now," said Lady Studley. "The queer symptoms began to show + themselves in my husband in October. They have been growing worse and worse. In + short, I can stand them no longer," she continued, giving way to a short, + hysterical sob. "I felt I must come to someone—I have heard of you. Do, do + come and save us. Do come and find out what is the matter with my wretched + husband."</p> + <p>"I will write to you to-night," I said, in as kind a voice as I could muster, + for the pretty, anxious wife interested me already. "It may not be possible for me + to stay at Studley Grange for a week, but in any case I can promise to come and see + the patient. One visit will probably be sufficient—what your husband wants + is, no doubt, complete change."</p> + <p>"Oh, yes, yes," she replied, standing up now. "I have said so scores of times, + but Sir Henry won't stir from Studley—nothing will induce him to go away. He + won't even leave his own special bedroom, although I expect he has dreadful + nights." Two hectic spots burnt in her cheeks as she spoke. I looked at her + attentively.</p> + <p>"You will forgive me for speaking," I said, "but you do not look at all well + yourself. I should like to prescribe for you as well as your husband."</p> + <p>"Thank you," she answered, "I am not very strong. I never have been, but that is + nothing—I mean that my health is not a thing of consequence at present. Well, + I must not take up any more of your time. I shall expect to get a letter from you + to-morrow morning. Please address it to Lady Studley, Grosvenor Hotel, + Victoria."</p> + <p>She touched my hand with fingers that burnt like a living coal and left the + room.</p> + <p>I thought her very ill, and was sure that if I could see my way to spending a + week at Studley Grange, I should have two patients instead of one. It is always + difficult for a busy doctor to leave home, but after carefully thinking matters + over, I resolved to comply with Lady Studley's request.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/005-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/005-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "LADY STUDLEY HAD COME HERSELF TO FETCH ME."</p> + </div> + <p>Accordingly, two days later saw me on my way to Wiltshire, and to Studley + Grange. A brougham with two smart horses was waiting at the station. To my surprise + I saw that Lady Studley had come herself to fetch me.</p> + <p>"I don't know how to thank you," she said, giving me a feverish clasp of her + hand. "Your visit fills me with hope—I believe that you will discover what is + really wrong. Home!" she said, giving a quick, imperious direction to the footman + who appeared at the window of the carriage.</p> + <p>We bowled forward at a rapid pace, and she continued:—</p> + <p>"I came to meet you to-day to tell you that I have used a little guile with + regard to your visit. I have not told Sir Henry that you are coming here in the + capacity of a doctor."</p> + <p>Here she paused and gave me one of her restless glances.</p> + <p>"Do you mind?" she asked.</p> + <p>"What have you said about me to Sir Henry?" I inquired.</p> + <p>"That you are a great friend of the Onslows, and that I have asked you here for + a week's change," she answered immediately.</p> + <p>"As a guest, my husband will be polite and delightful to you—as a doctor, + he would treat you with scant civility, and would probably give you little or none + of his confidence."</p> + <p>I was quite silent for a moment after Lady Studley had told me this. Then I + said:—</p> + <p>"Had I known that I was not to come to your house in the capacity of a medical + man, I might have re-considered my earnest desire to help you."</p> + <p>She turned very pale when I said this, and tears filled her eyes.</p> + <p>"Never mind," I said now, for I could not but be touched by her extremely + pathetic and suffering face, by the look of great illness which was manifested in + every glance. "Never mind now; I am glad you have told me exactly the terms on + which you wish me to approach your husband; but I think that I can so put matters + to Sir Henry that he will be glad to consult me in my medical capacity."</p> + <p>"Oh, but he does not even know that I suspect his illness. It would never do for + him to know. I suspect! I see! I fear! but I say nothing. Sir Henry would be much + more miserable than he is now, if he thought that I guessed that there is anything + wrong with him."</p> + <p>"It is impossible for me to come to the Grange except as a medical man," I + answered, firmly. "I will tell Sir Henry that you have seen some changes in him, + and have asked me to visit him as a doctor. Please trust me. Nothing will be said + to your husband that can make matters at all uncomfortable for you."</p> + <p>Lady Studley did not venture any further remonstrance, and we now approached the + old Grange. It was an irregular pile, built evidently according to the wants of the + different families who had lived in it. The building was long and rambling, with + rows of windows filled up with panes of latticed glass. In front of the house was a + sweeping lawn, which, even at this time of the year, presented a velvety and + well-kept appearance. We drove rapidly round to the entrance door, and a moment + later I found myself in the presence of my host and patient. Sir Henry Studley was + a tall man with a very slight stoop, and an aquiline and rather noble face. His + eyes were dark, and his forehead inclined to be bald. There was a courtly, + old-world sort of look about him. He greeted me with extreme friendliness, and we + went into the hall, a very large and lofty apartment, to tea.</p> + <p>Lady Studley was vivacious and lively in the extreme. While she talked, the + hectic spots came out again on her cheeks. My uneasiness about her increased as I + noticed these symptoms. I felt certain that she was not only consumptive, but in + all probability she was even now the victim of an advanced stage of phthisis. I + felt far more anxious about her than about her husband, who appeared to me at that + moment to be nothing more than a somewhat nervous and hypochondriacal person. This + state of things seemed easy to account for in a scholar and a man of sedentary + habits.</p> + <p>I remarked about the age of the house, and my host became interested, and told + me one or two stories of the old inhabitants of the Grange. He said that to-morrow + he would have much pleasure in taking me over the building.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/006-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/006-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "'HAVE YOU A GHOST HERE?' I ASKED, WITH A LAUGH."</p> + </div> + <p>"Have you a ghost here?" I asked, with a laugh.</p> + <p>I don't know what prompted me to ask the question. The moment I did so, Sir + Henry turned white to his lips, and Lady Studley held up a warning finger to me to + intimate that I was on dangerous ground. I felt that I was, and hastened to divert + the conversation into safer channels. Inadvertently I had touched on a sore spot. I + scarcely regretted having done so, as the flash in the baronet's troubled eyes, and + the extreme agitation of his face, showed me plainly that Lady Studley was right + when she spoke of his nerves being in a very irritable condition. Of course, I did + not believe in ghosts, and wondered that a man of Sir Henry's calibre could be at + all under the influence of this old-world fear.</p> + <p>"I am sorry that we have no one to meet you," he said, after a few remarks of a + commonplace character had divided us from the ghost question. "But to-morrow + several friends are coming, and we hope you will have a pleasant time. Are you fond + of hunting?"</p> + <p>I answered that I used to be in the old days, before medicine and patients + occupied all my thoughts.</p> + <p>"If this open weather continues, I can probably give you some of your favourite + pastime," rejoined Sir Henry; "and now perhaps you would like to be shown to your + room."</p> + <p>My bedroom was in a modern wing of the house, and looked as cheerful and as + unghostlike as it was possible for a room to be. I did not rejoin my host and + hostess until dinner-time. We had a sociable little meal, at which nothing of any + importance occurred, and shortly after the servants withdrew, Lady Studley left Sir + Henry and me to ourselves. She gave me another warning glance as she left the room. + I had already quite made up my mind, however, to tell Sir Henry the motive of my + visit.</p> + <p>The moment the door closed behind his wife, he started up and asked me if I + would mind coming with him into his library.</p> + <p>"The fact is." he said, "I am particularly glad you have come down. I want to + have a talk with you about my wife. She is extremely unwell."</p> + <p>I signified my willingness to listen to anything Sir Henry might say, and in a + few minutes we found ourselves comfortably established in a splendid old room, + completely clothed with books from ceiling to floor.</p> + <p>"These are my treasures," said the baronet, waving his hand in the direction of + an old bookcase, which contained, I saw at a glance, some very rare and precious + first editions.</p> + <p>"These are my friends, the companions of my hours of solitude. Now sit down, Dr. + Halifax; make yourself at home. You have come here as a guest, but I have heard of + you before, and am inclined to confide in you. I must frankly say that I hate your + profession as a rule. I don't believe in the omniscience of medical men, but + moments come in the lives of all men when it is necessary to unburden the mind to + another. May I give you my confidence?"</p> + <p>"One moment first," I said. "I can't deceive you, Sir Henry. I have come here, + not in the capacity of a guest, but as your wife's medical man. She has been + anxious about you, and she begged of me to come and stay here for a few days in + order to render you any medical assistance within my power. I only knew, on my way + here to-day, that she had not acquainted you with the nature of my visit."</p> + <p>While I was speaking, Sir Henry's face became extremely watchful, eager, and + tense.</p> + <p>"This is remarkable," he said. "So Lucilla is anxious about me? I was not aware + that I ever gave her the least clue to the fact that I am not—in perfect + health. This is very strange—it troubles me."</p> + <p>He looked agitated. He placed one long, thin hand on the little table which + stood near, and pouring out a glass of wine, drank it off. I noticed as he did so + the nervous trembling of his hand. I glanced at his face, and saw that it was thin + to emaciation.</p> + <p>"Well," he said, "I am obliged to you for being perfectly frank with me. My wife + scarcely did well to conceal the object of your visit. But now that you have come, + I shall make use of you both for myself and for her."</p> + <p>"Then you are not well?" I asked.</p> + <p>"Well!" he answered, with almost a shout. "Good God, no! I think that I am going + mad. I know—I know that unless relief soon comes I shall die or become a + raving maniac."</p> + <p>"No, nothing of the kind," I answered, soothingly; "you probably want change. + This is a fine old house, but dull, no doubt, in winter. Why don't you go + away?—to the Riviera, or some other place where there is plenty of sunshine? + Why do you stay here? The air of this place is too damp to be good for either you + or your wife."</p> + <p>Sir Henry sat silent for a moment, then he said, in a terse voice:—</p> + <p>"Perhaps you will advise me what to do after you know the nature of the malady + which afflicts me. First of all, however, I wish to speak of my wife."</p> + <p>"I am ready to listen," I replied.</p> + <p>"You see," he continued, "that she is very delicate?"</p> + <p>"Yes," I replied; "to be frank with you, I should say that Lady Studley was + consumptive."</p> + <p>He started when I said this, and pressed his lips firmly together. After a + moment he spoke.</p> + <p>"You are right," he replied. "I had her examined by a medical man—Sir + Joseph Dunbar—when I was last in London; he said her lungs were considerably + affected, and that, in short, she was far from well."</p> + <p>"Did he not order you to winter abroad?"</p> + <p>"He did, but Lady Studley opposed the idea so strenuously that I was obliged to + yield to her entreaties. Consumption does not seem to take quite the ordinary form + with her. She is restless, she longs for cool air, she goes out on quite cold days, + in a closed carriage, it is true. Still, except at night, she does not regard + herself in any sense as an invalid. She has immense spirit—I think she will + keep up until she dies."</p> + <p>"You speak of her being an invalid at night," I replied. "What are her + symptoms?"</p> + <p>Sir Henry shuddered quite visibly.</p> + <p>"Oh, those awful nights!" he answered. "How happy would many poor mortals be, + but for the terrible time of darkness. Lady Studley has had dreadful nights for + some time: perspirations, cough, restlessness, bad dreams, and all the rest of it. + But I must hasten to tell you my story quite briefly. In the beginning of October + we saw Sir Joseph Dunbar. I should then, by his advice, have taken Lady Studley to + the Riviera, but she opposed the idea with such passion and distress, that I + abandoned it."</p> + <p>Sir Henry paused here, and I looked at him attentively. I remembered at that + moment what Lady Studley had said about her husband refusing to leave the Grange + under any circumstances. What a strange game of cross-purposes these two were + playing. How was it possible for me to get at the truth?</p> + <p>"At my wife's earnest request," continued Sir Henry, "we returned to the Grange. + She declared her firm intention of remaining here until she died.</p> + <p>"Soon after our return she suggested that we should occupy separate rooms at + night, reminding me, when she made the request, of the infectious nature of + consumption. I complied with her wish on condition that I slept in the room next + hers, and that on the smallest emergency I should be summoned to her aid. This + arrangement was made, and her room opens into mine. I have sometimes heard her + moving about at night—I have often heard her cough, and I have often heard + her sigh. But she has never once sent for me, or given me to understand that she + required my aid. She does not think herself very ill, and nothing worries her more + than to have her malady spoken about. That is the part of the story which relates + to my wife."</p> + <p>"She is very ill," I said. "But I will speak of that presently. Now will you + favour me with an account of your own symptoms, Sir Henry?"</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 70%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/008-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/008-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HE LOCKED THE DOOR AND PUT THE KEY IN HIS POCKET."</p> + </div> + <p>He started again when I said this, and going across the room, locked the door + and put the key in his pocket.</p> + <p>"Perhaps you will laugh at me," he said, "but it is no laughing matter, I assure + you. The most terrible, the most awful affliction has come to me. In short, I am + visited nightly by an appalling apparition. You don't believe in ghosts, I judge + that by your face. Few scientific men do."</p> + <p>"Frankly, I do not," I replied. "So-called ghosts can generally be accounted + for. At the most they are only the figments of an over-excited or diseased + brain."</p> + <p>"Be that as it may," said Sir Henry, "the diseased brain can give such torture + to its victim that death is preferable. All my life I have been what I consider a + healthy minded man. I have plenty of money, and have never been troubled with the + cares which torture men of commerce, or of small means. When I married, three years + ago, I considered myself the most lucky and the happiest of mortals."</p> + <p>"Forgive a personal question," I interrupted. "Has your marriage disappointed + you?"</p> + <p>"No, no; far from it," he replied with fervour. "I love my dear wife better and + more deeply even than the day when I took her as a bride to my arms. It is true + that I am weighed down with sorrow about her, but that is entirely owing to the + state of her health."</p> + <p>"It is strange," I said, "that she should be weighed down with sorrow about you + for the same cause. Have you told her of the thing which terrifies you?"</p> + <p>"Never, never. I have never spoken of it to mortal. It is remarkable that my + wife should have told you that I looked like a man who has seen a ghost. Alas! + alas! But let me tell you the cause of my shattered nerves, my agony, and failing + health."</p> + <p>"Pray do, I shall listen attentively," I replied.</p> + <p>"Oh, doctor, that I could make you feel the horror of it!" said Sir Henry, + bending forward and looking into my eyes. "Three months ago I no more believed in + visitations, in apparitions, in so-called ghosts, than you do. Were you tried as I + am, your scepticism would receive a severe shock. Now let me tell you what occurs. + Night after night Lady Studley and I retire to rest at the same hour. We say + good-night, and lay our heads on our separate pillows. The door of communication + between us is shut. She has a night-light in her room—I prefer darkness. I + close my eyes and prepare for slumber. As a rule I fall asleep. My sleep is of + short duration. I awake with beads of perspiration standing on my forehead, with my + heart thumping heavily and with every nerve wide awake, and waiting for the horror + which will come. Sometimes I wait half an hour—sometimes longer. Then I know + by a faint, ticking sound in the darkness that the Thing, for I can clothe it with + no name, is about to visit me. In a certain spot of the room, always in the same + spot, a bright light suddenly flashes; out of its midst there gleams a + preternaturally large eye, which looks fixedly at me with a diabolical expression. + As time goes, it does not remain long; but as agony counts, it seems to take years + of my life away with it. It fades as suddenly into grey mist and nothingness as it + comes, and, wet with perspiration, and struggling to keep back screams of mad + terror, I bury my head in the bed-clothes."</p> + <p>"But have you never tried to investigate this thing?" I said.</p> + <p>"I did at first. The first night I saw it, I rushed out of bed and made for the + spot. It disappeared at once. I struck a light—there was nothing whatever in + the room."</p> + <p>"Why do you sleep in that room?"</p> + <p>"I must not go away from Lady Studley. My terror is that she should know + anything of this—my greater terror is that the apparition, failing me, may + visit her. I daresay you think I'm a fool, Halifax; but the fact is, this thing is + killing me, brave man as I consider myself."</p> + <p>"Do you see it every night?" I asked.</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/009-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/009-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "IT IS THE MOST GHASTLY, THE MOST HORRIBLE FORM OF TORTURE.</p> + </div> + <p>"Not quite every night, but sometimes on the same night it comes twice. + Sometimes it will not come at all for two nights, or even three. It is the most + ghastly, the most horrible form of torture that could hurry a sane man into his + grave or into a madhouse."</p> + <p>"I have not the least shadow of doubt," I said, after a pause, "that the thing + can be accounted for."</p> + <p>Sir Henry shook his head. "No, no," he replied, "it is either as you suggest, a + figment of my own diseased brain, and therefore just as horrible as a real + apparition; or it is a supernatural visitation. Whether it exists or not, it is + reality to me and in no way a dream. The full horror of it is present with me in my + waking moments."</p> + <p>"Do you think anyone is playing an awful practical joke?" I suggested.</p> + <p>"Certainly not. What object can anyone have in scaring me to death? Besides, + there is no one in the room, that I can swear. My outer door is locked, Lady + Studley's outer door is locked. It is impossible that there can be any trickery in + the matter."</p> + <p>I said nothing for a moment. I no more believed in ghosts than I ever did, but I + felt certain that there was grave mischief at work. Sir Henry must be the victim of + a hallucination. This might only be caused by functional disturbance of the brain, + but it was quite serious enough to call for immediate attention. The first thing to + do was to find out whether the apparition could be accounted for in any material + way, or if it were due to the state of Sir Henry's nerves. I began to ask him + certain questions, going fully into the case in all its bearings. I then examined + his eyes with the ophthalmoscope. The result of all this was to assure me beyond + doubt that Sir Henry Studley was in a highly nervous condition, although I could + detect no trace of brain disease.</p> + <p>"Do you mind taking me to your room?" I said.</p> + <p>"Not to-night," he answered. "It is late, and Lady Studley might express + surprise. The object of my life is to conceal this horror from her. When she is out + to-morrow you shall come to the room and judge for yourself."</p> + <p>"Well," I said, "I shall have an interview with your wife to-morrow, and urge + her most strongly to consent to leave the Grange and go away with you."</p> + <p>Shortly afterwards we retired to rest, or what went by the name of rest in that + sad house, with its troubled inmates. I must confess that, comfortable as my room + was, I slept very little. Sir Henry's story stayed with me all through the hours of + darkness. I am neither nervous nor imaginative, but I could not help seeing that + terrible eye, even in my dreams.</p> + <p>I met my host and hostess at an early breakfast. Sir Henry proposed that as the + day was warm and fine, I should ride to a neighbouring meet. I was not in the + humour for this, however, and said frankly that I should prefer remaining at the + Grange. One glance into the faces of my host and hostess told me only too plainly + that I had two very serious patients on my hands. Lady Studley looked terribly weak + and excited—the hectic spots on her cheeks, the gleaming glitter of her eyes, + the parched lips, the long, white, emaciated hands, all showed only too plainly the + strides the malady under which she was suffering was making.</p> + <p>"After all, I cannot urge that poor girl to go abroad," I said to myself. "She + is hastening rapidly to her grave, and no power on earth can save her. She looks as + if there were extensive disease of the lungs. How restless her eyes are, too! I + would much rather testify to Sir Henry's sanity than to hers."</p> + <p>Sir Henry Studley also bore traces of a sleepless night—his face was + bloodless; he averted his eyes from mine; he ate next to nothing.</p> + <p>Immediately after breakfast, I followed Lady Studley into her morning-room. I + had already made up my mind how to act. Her husband should have my full + confidence—she only my partial view of the situation.</p> + <p>"Well," I said, "I have seen your husband and talked to him. I hope he will soon + be better. I don't think you need be seriously alarmed about him. Now for yourself, + Lady Studley. I am anxious to examine your lungs. Will you allow me to do so?"</p> + <p>"I suppose Henry has told you I am consumptive?"</p> + <p>"He says you are not well," I answered. "I don't need his word to assure me of + that fact—I can see it with my own eyes. Please let me examine your chest + with my stethoscope."</p> + <p>She hesitated for a moment, looking something like a wild creature brought to + bay. Then she sank into a chair, and with trembling fingers unfastened her dress. + Poor soul, she was almost a walking skeleton—her beautiful face was all that + was beautiful about her. A brief examination told me that she was in the last stage + of phthisis—in short, that her days were numbered.</p> + <p>"What do you think of me?" she asked, when the brief examination was over.</p> + <p>"You are ill," I replied.</p> + <p>"How soon shall I die?"</p> + <p>"God only knows that, my dear lady," I answered.</p> + <p>"Oh, you needn't hide your thoughts," she said. "I know that my days are very + few. Oh, if only, if only my husband could come with me! I am so afraid to go + alone, and I am fond of him, very fond of him."</p> + <p>I soothed her as well as I could.</p> + <p>"You ought to have someone to sleep in your room at night," I said. "You ought + not to be left by yourself."</p> + <p>"Henry is near me—in the next room," she replied. "I would not have a + nurse for the world—I hate and detest nurses."</p> + <p>Soon afterwards she left me. She was very erratic, and before she left the room + she had quite got over her depression. The sun shone out, and with the gleam of + brightness her volatile spirits rose.</p> + <p>"I am going for a drive," she said. "Will you come with me?"</p> + <p>"Not this morning," I replied. "If you ask me to-morrow, I shall be pleased to + accompany you."</p> + <p>"Well, go to Henry," she answered. "Talk to him—find out what ails him, + order tonics for him. Cheer him in every way in your power. You say he is not + ill—not seriously ill—I know better. My impression is that if my days + are numbered, so are his."</p> + <p>She went away, and I sought her husband. As soon as the wheels of her brougham + were heard bowling away over the gravel sweep, we went up together to his room.</p> + <p>"That eye came twice last night," he said in an awestruck whisper to me. "I am a + doomed man—a doomed man. I cannot bear this any longer."</p> + <p>We were standing in the room as he said the words. Even in broad daylight, I + could see that he glanced round him with apprehension. He was shaking quite + visibly. The room was decidedly old-fashioned, but the greater part of the + furniture was modern. The bed was an Albert one with a spring mattress, and light, + cheerful dimity hangings. The windows were French—they were wide open, and + let in the soft, pleasant air, for the day was truly a spring one in winter. The + paper on the walls was light.</p> + <p>"This is a quaint old wardrobe," I said. "It looks out of place with the rest of + the furniture. Why don't you have it removed?"</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/011-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/011-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "DON'T GO NEAR IT—I DREAD IT!"</p> + </div> + <p>"Hush," he said, with a gasp. "Don't go near it—I dread it, I have locked + it. It is always in that direction that the apparition appears. The apparition + seems to grow out of the glass of the wardrobe. It always appears in that one + spot."</p> + <p>"I see," I answered. "The wardrobe is built into the wall. That is the reason it + cannot be removed. Have you got the key about you?"</p> + <p>He fumbled in his pocket, and presently produced a bunch of keys.</p> + <p>"I wish you wouldn't open the wardrobe," he said. "I frankly admit that I + dislike having it touched."</p> + <p>"All right," I replied. "I will not examine it while you are in the room. You + will perhaps allow me to keep the key?"</p> + <p>"Certainly! You can take it from the bunch, if you wish. This is it. I shall be + only too glad to have it well out of my own keeping."</p> + <p>"We will go downstairs," I said.</p> + <p>We returned to Sir Henry's library. It was my turn now to lock the door.</p> + <p>"Why do you do that?" he asked.</p> + <p>"Because I wish to be quite certain that no one overhears our conversation."</p> + <p>"What have you got to say?"</p> + <p>"I have a plan to propose to you."</p> + <p>"What is it?"</p> + <p>"I want you to change bedrooms with me to-night."</p> + <p>"What can you mean?—what will Lady Studley say?"</p> + <p>"Lady Studley must know nothing whatever about the arrangement. I think it very + likely that the apparition which troubles you will be discovered to have a material + foundation. In short, I am determined to get to the bottom of this horror. You have + seen it often, and your nerves are much shattered. I have never seen it, and my + nerves are, I think, in tolerable order. If I sleep in your room + to-night—"</p> + <p>"It may not visit you."</p> + <p>"It may not, but on the other hand it may. I have a curiosity to lie on that bed + and to face that wardrobe in the wall. You must yield to my wishes, Sir Henry."</p> + <p>"But how can the knowledge of this arrangement be kept from my wife?"</p> + <p>"Easily enough. You will both go to your rooms as usual. You will bid her + good-night as usual, and after the doors of communication are closed I will enter + the room and you will go to mine, or to any other that you like to occupy. You say + your wife never comes into your room during the hours of the night?"</p> + <p>"She has never yet done so."</p> + <p>"She will not to-night. Should she by any chance call for assistance, I will + immediately summon you."</p> + <p>It was very evident that Sir Henry did not like this arrangement. He yielded, + however, to my very strong persuasions, which almost took the form of commands, for + I saw that I could do nothing unless I got complete mastery over the man.</p> + <p>Lady Studley returned from her drive just as our arrangements were fully made. I + had not a moment during all the day to examine the interior of the wardrobe. The + sick woman's restlessness grew greater as the hours advanced. She did not care to + leave her husband's side. She sat with him as he examined his books. She followed + him from room to room. In the afternoon, to the relief of everyone, some fresh + guests arrived. In consequence we had a cheerful evening. Lady Studley came down to + dinner in white from top to toe. Her dress was ethereal in texture and largely + composed of lace. I cannot describe woman's dress, but with her shadowy figure and + worn, but still lovely face, she looked spiritual. The gleam in her large blue eyes + was pathetic. Her love for her husband was touching to behold. How soon, how very + soon, they must part from each other! Only I as a doctor knew how impossible it was + to keep the lamp of life much longer burning in the poor girl's frame.</p> + <p>We retired as usual to rest. Sir Henry bade me a cheerful good-night. Lady + Studley nodded to me as she left the room.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/012-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/012-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "'SLEEP WELL,' SHE SAID, IN A GAY VOICE."</p> + </div> + <p>"Sleep well," she said, in a gay voice.</p> + <p>It was late the next morning when we all met round the breakfast table. Sir + Henry looked better, but Lady Studley many degrees worse, than the night before. I + wondered at her courage in retaining her post at the head of her table. The + visitors, who came in at intervals and took their seats at the table, looked at her + with wonder and compassion.</p> + <p>"Surely my hostess is very ill?" said a guest who sat next my side.</p> + <p>"Yes, but take no notice of it," I answered.</p> + <p>Soon after breakfast I sought Sir Henry.</p> + <p>"Well—well?" he said, as he grasped my hand. "Halifax, you have seen it. I + know you have by the expression of your face."</p> + <p>"Yes," I replied, "I have."</p> + <p>"How quietly you speak. Has not the horror of the thing seized you?"</p> + <p>"No," I said, with a brief laugh. "I told you yesterday that my nerves were in + tolerable order. I think my surmise was correct, and that the apparition has + tangible form and can be traced to its foundation."</p> + <p>An unbelieving look swept over Sir Henry's face.</p> + <p>"Ah," he said, "doctors are very hard to convince. Everything must be brought + down to a cold material level to satisfy them; but several nights in that room + would shatter even your nerves, my friend."</p> + <p>"You are quite right," I answered. "I should be very sorry to spend several + nights in that room. Now I will tell you briefly what occurred."</p> + <p>We were standing in the library. Sir Henry went to the door, locked it, and put + the key in his pocket.</p> + <p>"Can I come in?" said a voice outside.</p> + <p>The voice was Lady Studley's.</p> + <p>"In a minute, my darling," answered her husband. "I am engaged with Halifax just + at present."</p> + <p>"Medically, I suppose?" she answered.</p> + <p>"Yes, medically," he responded.</p> + <p>She went away at once, and Sir Henry returned to my side.</p> + <p>"Now speak," he said. "Be quick. She is sure to return, and I don't like her to + fancy that we are talking secrets."</p> + <p>"This is my story," I said. "I went into your room, put out all the lights, and + sat on the edge of the bed."</p> + <p>"You did not get into bed, then?"</p> + <p>"No, I preferred to be up and to be ready for immediate action should the + apparition, the horror, or whatever you call it, appear."</p> + <p>"Good God, it is a horror, Halifax!"</p> + <p>"It is, Sir Henry. A more diabolical contrivance for frightening a man into his + grave could scarcely have been contrived. I can comfort you on one point, however. + The terrible thing you saw is not a figment of your brain. There is no likelihood + of a lunatic asylum in your case. Someone is playing you a trick."</p> + <p>"I cannot agree with you—but proceed," said the baronet, impatiently.</p> + <p>"I sat for about an hour on the edge of the bed," I continued. "When I entered + the room it was twelve o'clock—one had sounded before there was the least + stir or appearance of anything, then the ticking noise you have described was + distinctly audible. This was followed by a sudden bright light, which seemed to + proceed out of the recesses of the wardrobe."</p> + <p>"What did you feel when you saw that light?"</p> + <p>"Too excited to be nervous," I answered, briefly. "Out of the circle of light + the horrible eye looked at me."</p> + <p>"What did you do then? Did you faint?"</p> + <p>"No, I went noiselessly across the carpet up to the door of the wardrobe and + looked in."</p> + <p>"Heavens! you are daring. I wonder you are alive to tell this tale."</p> + <p>"I saw a shadowy form," I replied—"dark and tall—the one brilliant + eye kept on looking past me, straight into the room. I made a very slight noise; it + immediately disappeared. I waited for some time—nothing more happened. I got + into your bed, Sir Henry, and slept. I can't say that I had a comfortable night, + but I slept, and was not disturbed by anything extraordinary for the remaining + hours of the night."</p> + <p>"Now what do you mean to do? You say you can trace this thing to its foundation. + It seems to me that all you have seen only supports my firm belief that a horrible + apparition visits that room."</p> + <p>"A material one," I responded. "The shadowy form had substance, of that I am + convinced. Sir Henry, I intend to sleep in that room again to-night."</p> + <p>"Lady Studley will find out."</p> + <p>"She will not. I sleep in the haunted room again to-night, and during the day + you must so contrive matters that I have plenty of time to examine the wardrobe. I + did not do so yesterday because I had not an opportunity. You must contrive to get + Lady Studley out of the way, either this morning or afternoon, and so manage + matters for me that I can be some little time alone in your room."</p> + <p>"Henry, Henry, how awestruck you look!" said a gay voice at the window. Lady + Studley had come out, had come round to the library window, and, holding up her + long, dark-blue velvet dress, was looking at us with a peculiar smile.</p> + <p>"Well, my love," replied the baronet. He went to the window and flung it open. + "Lucilla," he exclaimed, "you are mad to stand on the damp grass."</p> + <p>"Oh, no, not mad," she answered. "I have come to that stage when nothing + matters. Is not that so, Dr. Halifax?"</p> + <p>"You are very imprudent," I replied.</p> + <p>She shook her finger at me playfully, and turned to her husband.</p> + <p>"Henry," she said, "have you taken my keys? I cannot find them anywhere."</p> + <p>"I will go up and look for them," said Sir Henry. He left the room, and Lady + Studley entered the library through one of the French windows.</p> + <p>"What do you think of my husband this morning?" she asked.</p> + <p>"He is a little better," I replied. "I am confident that he will soon be quite + well again."</p> + <p>She gave a deep sigh when I said this, her lips trembled, and she turned away. I + thought my news would make her happy, and her depression surprised me.</p> + <p>At this moment Sir Henry came into the room.</p> + <p>"Here are your keys," he said to his wife. He gave her the same bunch he had + given me the night before. I hoped she would not notice that the key of the + wardrobe was missing.</p> + <p>"And now I want you to come for a drive with me," said Sir Henry.</p> + <p>He did not often accompany her, and the pleasure of this unlooked-for indulgence + evidently tempted her.</p> + <p>"Very well," she answered. "Is Dr. Halifax coming?"</p> + <p>"No, he wants to have a ride."</p> + <p>"If he rides, can he not follow the carriage?"</p> + <p>"Will you do that, Halifax?" asked my host.</p> + <p>"No, thank you," I answered; "I must write some letters before I go anywhere. I + will ride to the nearest town and post them presently, if I may." I left the room + as I spoke.</p> + <p>Shortly afterwards I saw from a window Sir Henry and his wife drive away. They + drove in a large open landau, and two girls who were staying in the house + accompanied them. My hour had come, and I went up at once to Sir Henry's bedroom. + Lady Studley's room opened directly into that of her husband, but both rooms had + separate entrances.</p> + <p>I locked the two outer doors now, and then began my investigations. I had the + key of the wardrobe in my pocket.</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/014-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/014-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "GOOD HEAVENS! WHAT HAD HAPPENED?"</p> + </div> + <p>It was troublesome to unlock, because the key was a little rusty, and it was + more than evident that the heavy doors had not been opened for some time. Both + these doors were made of glass. When shut, they resembled in shape and appearance + an ordinary old-fashioned window. The glass was set in deep mullions. It was thick, + was of a peculiar shade of light blue, and was evidently of great antiquity. I + opened the doors and went inside. The wardrobe was so roomy that I could stand + upright with perfect comfort. It was empty, and was lined through and through with + solid oak. I struck a light and began to examine the interior with care. After a + great deal of patient investigation I came across a notch in the wood. I pressed my + finger on this, and immediately a little panel slid back, which revealed underneath + a small button. I turned the button and a door at the back of the wardrobe flew + open. A flood of sunlight poured in, and stepping out, I found myself in another + room. I looked around me in astonishment. This was a lady's chamber. Good heavens! + what had happened? I was in Lady Studley's room. Shutting the mysterious door of + the wardrobe very carefully, I found that all trace of its existence immediately + vanished.</p> + <p>There was no furniture against this part of the wall. It looked absolutely bare + and smooth. No picture ornamented it. The light paper which covered it gave the + appearance of a perfectly unbroken pattern. Of course, there must be a concealed + spring somewhere, and I lost no time in feeling for it. I pressed my hand and the + tips of my fingers in every direction along the wall. Try as I would, however, I + could not find the spring, and I had at last to leave Lady Studley's room and go + back to the one occupied by her husband, by the ordinary door.</p> + <p>Once more I re-entered the wardrobe and deliberately broke off the button which + opened the secret door from within. Anyone who now entered the wardrobe by this + door, and shut it behind him, would find it impossible to retreat. The apparition, + if it had material foundation, would thus find itself trapped in its own net.</p> + <p>What could this thing portend?</p> + <p>I had already convinced myself that if Sir Henry were the subject of a + hallucination, I also shared it. As this was impossible, I felt certain that the + apparition had a material foundation. Who was the person who glided night after + night into Lady Studley's room, who knew the trick of the secret spring in the + wall, who entered the old wardrobe, and performed this ghastly, this appalling + trick on Sir Henry Studley? I resolved that I would say nothing to Sir Henry of my + fresh discovery until after I had spent another night in the haunted room.</p> + <p>Accordingly, I slipped the key of the wardrobe once more into my pocket and went + downstairs.</p> + <p>I had my way again that night. Once more I found myself the sole occupant of the + haunted room. I put out the light, sat on the edge of the bed, and waited the issue + of events. At first there was silence and complete darkness, but soon after one + o'clock I heard the very slight but unmistakable tick-tick, which told me that the + apparition was about to appear. The ticking noise resembled the quaint sound made + by the death spider. There was no other noise of any sort, but a quickening of my + pulses, a sensation which I could not call fear, but which was exciting to the + point of pain, braced me up for an unusual and horrible sight. The light appeared + in the dim recess of the wardrobe. It grew clear and steady, and quickly resolved + itself into one intensely bright circle. Out of this circle the eye looked at me. + The eye was unnaturally large—it was clear, almost transparent, its + expression was full of menace and warning. Into the circle of light presently a + shadowy and ethereal hand intruded itself. The fingers beckoned me to approach, + while the eye looked fixedly at me. I sat motionless on the side of the bed. I am + stoical by nature and my nerves are well seasoned, but I am not ashamed to say that + I should be very sorry to be often subjected to that menace and that invitation. + The look in that eye, the beckoning power in those long, shadowy fingers would soon + work havoc even in the stoutest nerves. My heart beat uncomfortably fast, and I had + to say over and over to myself, "This is nothing more than a ghastly trick." I had + also to remind myself that I in my turn had prepared a trap for the apparition. The + time while the eye looked and the hand beckoned might in reality have been counted + by seconds; to me it seemed like eternity. I felt the cold dew on my forehead + before the rapidly waning light assured me that the apparition was about to vanish. + Making an effort I now left the bed and approached the wardrobe. I listened + intently. For a moment there was perfect silence. Then a fumbling noise was + distinctly audible. It was followed by a muffled cry, a crash, and a heavy fall. I + struck a light instantly, and taking the key of the wardrobe from my pocket, opened + it. Never shall I forget the sight that met my gaze.</p> + <p>There, huddled up on the floor, lay the prostrate and unconscious form of Lady + Studley. A black cloak in which she had wrapped herself partly covered her face, + but I knew her by her long, fair hair. I pulled back the cloak, and saw that the + unhappy girl had broken a blood-vessel, and even as I lifted her up I knew that she + was in a dying condition.</p> + <p>I carried her at once into her own room and laid her on the bed. I then returned + and shut the wardrobe door, and slipped the key into my pocket. My next deed was to + summon Sir Henry.</p> + <p>"What is it?" he asked, springing upright in bed.</p> + <p>"Come at once," I said, "your wife is very ill."</p> + <p>"Dying?" he asked, in an agonized whisper.</p> + <p>I nodded my head. I could not speak.</p> + <p>My one effort now was to keep the knowledge of the ghastly discovery I had made + from the unhappy husband.</p> + <p>He followed me to his wife's room. He forgot even to question me about the + apparition, so horrified was he at the sight which met his view.</p> + <p>I administered restoratives to the dying woman, and did what I could to check + the haemorrhage. After a time Lady Studley opened her dim eyes.</p> + <p>"Oh, Henry!" she said, stretching out a feeble hand to him, "come with me, come + with me. I am afraid to go alone."</p> + <p>"My poor Lucilla," he said. He smoothed her cold forehead, and tried to comfort + her by every means in his power.</p> + <p>After a time he left the room. When he did so she beckoned me to approach. "I + have failed," she said, in the most thrilling voice of horror I have ever listened + to. "I must go alone. He will not come with me."</p> + <p>"What do you mean?" I asked.</p> + <p>She could scarcely speak, but at intervals the following words dropped slowly + from her lips:—</p> + <p>"I was the apparition. I did not want my husband to live after me. Perhaps I was + a little insane. I cannot quite say. When I was told by Sir Joseph Dunbar that + there was no hope of my life, a most appalling and frightful jealousy took + possession of me. I pictured my husband with another wife. Stoop down."</p> + <p>Her voice was very faint. I could scarcely hear her muttered words. Her eyes + were glazing fast, death was claiming her, and yet hatred against some unknown + person thrilled in her feeble voice.</p> + <p>"Before my husband married me, he loved another woman," she continued. "That + woman is now a widow. I felt certain that immediately after my death he would seek + her out and marry her. I could not bear the thought—it possessed me day and + night. That, and the terror of dying alone, worked such a havoc within me that I + believe I was scarcely responsible for my own actions. A mad desire took possession + of me to take my husband with me, and so to keep him from her, and also to have his + company when I passed the barriers of life. I told you that my brother was a + doctor. In his medical-student days the sort of trick I have been playing on Sir + Henry was enacted by some of his fellow-students for his benefit, and almost scared + him into fever. One day my brother described the trick to me, and I asked him to + show me how it was done. I used a small electric lamp and a very strong + reflector."</p> + <p>"How did you find out the secret door of the wardrobe?" I asked.</p> + <p>"Quite by chance. I was putting some dresses into the wardrobe one day and + accidentally touched the secret panel. I saw at once that here was my + opportunity."</p> + <p>"You must have been alarmed at your success," I said, after a pause. "And now I + have one more question to ask: Why did you summon me to the Grange?"</p> + <p>She made a faint, impatient movement.</p> + <p>"I wanted to be certain that my husband was really very ill," she said. "I + wanted you to talk to him—I guessed he would confide in you; I thought it + most probable that you would tell him that he was a victim of brain hallucinations. + This would frighten him and would suit my purpose exactly. I also sent for you as a + blind. I felt sure that under these circumstances neither you nor my husband could + possibly suspect me."</p> + <p>She was silent again, panting from exhaustion.</p> + <p>"I have failed," she said, after a long pause. "You have discovered the truth. + It never occurred to me for a moment that you would go into the room. He will + recover now."</p> + <p>She paused; a fresh attack of haemorrhage came on. Her breath came quickly. Her + end was very near. Her dim eyes could scarcely see.</p> + <p>Groping feebly with her hand she took mine.</p> + <p>"Dr. Halifax—promise."</p> + <p>"What?" I asked.</p> + <p>"I have failed, but let me keep his love, what little love he has for me, before + he marries that other woman. Promise that you will never tell him."</p> + <p>"Rest easy," I answered, "I will never tell him."</p> + <p>Sir Henry entered the room.</p> + <p>I made way for him to kneel by his wife's side.</p> + <p>As the grey morning broke Lady Studley died.</p> + <p>Before my departure from the Grange I avoided Sir Henry as much as possible. + Once he spoke of the apparition and asked if I had seen it. "Yes," I replied.</p> + <p>Before I could say anything further, he continued:—</p> + <p>"I know now why it came; it was to warn me of my unhappy wife's death." He said + no more. I could not enlighten him, and he is unlikely now ever to learn the + truth.</p> + <p>The following day I left Studley Grange. I took with me, without asking leave of + any-one, a certain long black cloak, a small electric lamp, and a magnifying glass + of considerable power.</p> + <p>It may be of interest to explain how Lady Studley in her unhealthy condition of + mind and body performed the extraordinary trick by which she hoped to undermine her + husband's health, and ultimately cause his death.</p> + <p>I experimented with the materials which I carried away with me, and succeeded, + so my friends told me, in producing a most ghastly effect.</p> + <p>I did it in this way. I attached the mirror of a laryngoscope to my forehead in + such a manner as to enable it to throw a strong reflection into one of my eyes. In + the centre of the bright side of the laryngoscope a small electric lamp was fitted. + This was connected with a battery which I carried in my hand. The battery was + similar to those used by the ballet girls in Drury Lane Theatre, and could be + brought into force by a touch and extinguished by the removal of the pressure. The + eye which was thus brilliantly illumined looked through a lens of some power. All + the rest of the face and figure was completely covered by the black cloak. Thus the + brightest possible light was thrown on the magnified eye, while there was + corresponding increased gloom around.</p> + <p>When last I heard of Studley Grange it was let for a term of years and Sir Henry + had gone abroad. I have not heard that he has married again, but he probably will, + sooner or later.</p> + + <h2><a id="ch37-2" name="ch37-2"></a>The Queen of Holland.</h2> + <h4>BY MARY SPENCER-WARREN.</h4> + <blockquote> + <p> + <i>Her Majesty the Queen-Regent of Holland has graciously accorded special + permission to the writer of the following article to visit the Royal Palaces of + Amsterdam and The Hague to obtain photographs for publication in this Magazine: a + privilege of the greatest value, which is now accorded for the first time, the + palaces never before having been photographed.</i> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/017-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/017-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE ROYAL PALACE, AMSTERDAM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + <p>"I know a city, whose inhabitants dwell on the tops of trees like rooks." Thus + spake Erasmus; and this literal fact makes Amsterdam a most curious as well as a + most interesting place.</p> + <p>Were I writing of any one of Queen Victoria's Palaces, I should have no need to + speak of its situation: but, travellers though we are, we do not all see these + quaint Dutch cities, so a few introductory words may not come amiss.</p> + <p>A walk round the city reminds one of Paris with its Boulevards planted with + trees, and Venice with its all-present canals; indeed, it is actually divided up + into nearly one hundred islands, connected by over three hundred bridges. A curious + thing is, that its inhabitants are really living below the level of the sea, which + is stoutly dammed out. Thus, if necessary, water could be made its protection from + any invasion.</p> + <p>To go back to the commencement, everything, streets, houses, and bridges are all + built upon wooden piles driven into the ground. This is absolutely necessary, as + the natural soil is such that no permanent structure can be put up otherwise. On + how many piles this city stands it is impossible to form an accurate idea; one + building—the Royal Palace (Het Paleis)—resting on some 13,659. This is + situated on the Dam, the highest point of the city. It is 282ft. long; the height, + with tower, being 187ft. It was built from 1648-1655 for a town hall, and only + became a Royal Palace in 1808, when Napoleon first abode in it. As such, it has a + great drawback, the want of a suitable entrance.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/018-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/018-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE HALL OR RECEPTION-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + </div> + <p>I enter now at the rear of the building, which—situated in the Gedempte + Voorburgwal—is the entrance used by their Majesties. In spite of its civic + associations, when once inside there is much of the state and grandeur inseparable + from Royalty, and I soon determine that Holland can almost equal England for its + palatial contents and embellishments. The staircases and corridors are severe to + simplicity, but when I look round the first apartment I intend inspecting, I am + struck with the immensity and the exceeding beauty of its appearance. This is known + as the Hall or Reception-Room, and is said to be the finest in Europe. Its + proportions are certainly magnificent, 125ft. by 55ft.—a special feature + being a remarkably fine roof, 100ft. in height, with entire absence of columns or + other support. Roof, walls, and the hall entire are lined with white Italian + marble, the floor having an inlaid copper centre representative of the Firmament. + The large flag you see drooping from the roof is commemorative of the siege of + Antwerp, being the one used by General Chassé on that occasion, the various + groups of smaller ones being reminiscences of the eighty years' Spanish war and of + Indian foes. Some very beautiful examples of the sculptor's art are manifest, the + photographic work here introduced giving some idea of the exquisite detail and most + remarkable execution of Artus Quellin and his able assistants.</p> + <p>Here you will observe an allegorical group denoting Plenty, Wisdom, and + Strength, typical of the City of Amsterdam. We had a little adventure in securing + views of this hall. At one end is a small gallery, used as the mainstay for the + temporary orchestra, which is erected on festal occasions. Thinking our work could + be better shown from that point, we proceeded to it by a dark and winding staircase + in the rear.</p> + <p>All went well for a time, but during a period of watchful quietude our artist + was suddenly and unexpectedly confronted with a gathering of rats of anything but + peaceable aspect. It was too much for him! He made a wild rush for the staircase, + which, being narrow and treacherous, resulted in a too rapid descent, a very + forcible alighting at the foot, and a much bruised and shaken body.</p> + <p>For a few minutes we thought our photographic work would be closed for a season; + but when spirits and energies revived, we began to think of the camera and the very + long exposure plate up at the top; so up we went again with much clattering + commotion to warn our enemies of our approach, and thus you have a view that one of + our party will ever regard as dearly obtained.</p> + <p>Note the extremely delicate crystal chandeliers, for these are quite a feature + in the Dutch Palaces; so graceful and handsome, and so unlike the generality of + heavily-constructed appendages one is accustomed to behold. The other end of the + hall has also some choice sculptured marble, but unfortunately part of it is hidden + by the before-mentioned gallery. Could you obtain a clear view, you would see a + figure of Justice, with Ignorance and Quarrelsomeness crouched at her feet: on one + side a skeleton, and on the other Punishment. Above all is the figure of Atlas + supporting the globe.</p> + <p>Here I am given a full description of the appearance of this hall when laid for + the State banquet on the occasion of the somewhat recent visit of the German + Emperor. Splendid, indeed, must have been the effect of the hundreds of lights + gleaming upon the pure marble, the rare exotics, the massive plate, the State + dresses, and the rich liveries; and I am not surprised at the enthusiasm of the + narrator as he dilates on the grandeur displayed.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/019-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/019-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE THRONE ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + <p>Passing through the doorway immediately under Atlas, I am at once in the Throne + Room. This is a fine apartment; its ceiling in alternate painted panels and arms in + relief, Marble columns stand out from the rich oaken walls, rich draperies giving + colour to the whole. I hear of a rare old painting and a fine chimney-piece hidden + away behind the throne, but have no opportunity of seeing, so perforce turn my + attention elsewhere. On either side are some glass fronted cases containing quite a + collection of ragged and venerable regimental colours of unmistakable Spanish + origin. Had I time to linger, I should hear of many fierce struggles and much + gallant conduct ere these trophies were taken; but all this is of the past, and so + I leave them, silent tokens of national pride.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/020-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/020-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE QUEEN OF HOLLAND.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by W. G. Kuijer, Amsterdam.</i></p> + </div> + <p>The chandeliers here are of very unique and costly appearance: Royal Arms and + crowns in ormolu, with pendants of curious device in pure crystal; three hundred + and sixty-four lights are here displayed.</p> + <p>While I have been looking round, attentive servitors have been busily engaged in + uncovering the throne and canopy for my inspection, and the crown which surmounts + the chair is fetched from its safe keeping place, screwed on, and I am at liberty + to thoroughly examine the most important piece of furniture in the kingdom.</p> + <p>It is essentially new looking; and really <i>is</i> so, only having been fitted + up some three years since, on the death of the late King and the consequent + accession of Wilhelmina, the present child-Queen. Virtually this seat is + unoccupied, as five years must elapse ere the coming of age and coronation of her + youthful Majesty. Meanwhile her mother is Queen-Regent, governing wisely and well, + and endearing herself to the people in every way; but more especially in the care + she manifests in the training of their future ruler to the proper regard of the + important position she will have to fill, and the faithful observance of duties + appertaining to such a position.</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/020-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/020-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE QUEEN-REGENT.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by W. G. Kuijer, Amsterdam.</i></p> + </div> + <p>Accomplishments are imparted as a matter of course, but very much attention is + given to formation of character, and many stories reached me of the wise method + displayed, and the already promising result, giving much hope for a bright future. + As most of my readers are aware, the Queen Regent and our Duchess of Albany are + sisters, and all who know anything of the sweet-faced widow of our beloved Queen's + youngest son will at once comprehend much of the sister whom she so nearly + resembles.</p> + <p>Perhaps you would like a description of the throne. The chair is beautifully + burnished, covered with ruby velvet, and edged with ruby and gold fringe; the back + is surmounted by a crown containing sapphires, with lions in support; another crown + and the letter W being wrought on the velvet immediately underneath. In front of + the chair is a footstool to match. The canopy is curtained in ruby velvet, with + lining of cream silk—in token of the youth of its future occupant—with + fringe, cord, and tassels of gold. It is surmounted by crowns and ostrich plumes, + on the inner centre being worked the Royal Arms, with the motto "Je Maintiendrai" + standing out in bold relief. On either side the canopy may be noted the floral + wreaths containing the "Zuid Holland" and "Noord Holland" respectively. The + room—as are the major part of them—is richly carpeted with hand-made + "Deventers" of artistic design and colour blend.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/021-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/021-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE QUEEN'S SITTING-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stewart, Richmond.</i></p> + <p>Leaving here, I pass on to a room which is of much importance, namely, the + sitting-room of Her Majesty the Queen. In the lifetime of the late King it was his + habit to pass very much of his time here; thus, this was really His Majesty's + audience chamber. Here he would have his little daughter of whom he was + passionately fond—taking a great delight in listening to her merry prattle, + and her amusing remarks on whatever attracted her attention. The windows of the + room look out on to the Dam, a large square, which is quite the busiest part of the + city. The view from these windows is a never-ending source of interest to the + little Princess, and here she is wont to station herself, the inhabitants + continually congregating and greeting her with hearty cheering.</p> + <p>The room has an artistic ceiling by Holsteyn, and on the walls are some + paintings rich in detail, and of much historic interest. One of Flinck's largest + works—"Marcus Curius Dentatus"—is at one end: at the other, one of + Ferdinand Bol's—"Fabricius in the Camp of Pyrrhus." Facing the windows is one + by Wappers and Eeckhout: one that irresistibly appeals to the hearts of all + Hollanders. It is called the "Self-Sacrifice of Van Speyk," and depicts the brave + admiral of that name blowing up his vessel rather than surrender.</p> + <p>Van Speyk was educated in one of the public schools for which Amsterdam is + famous. Quite early in life he entered the navy, where his career was brilliant and + his promotion rapid, but never did he so gain the devoted admiration of his + countrymen as when he had nothing before him but death or defeat, and chose the + former, calling on his men to jump and swim, if they cared to; if not, to remain + and share his fate. Only one jumped: the others stood by their commander, faced + death calmly, and won a never-dying renown for their heroism.</p> + <p>There is a wonderful chandelier from the ceiling centre, made of copper and + ormolu, burning seventy-two lights, and of such enormous size that one wonders how + many floors it would crash through if it were to give way; then I learn that it is + supported by concealed cross-beams hidden away under the ceiling. After that + information, it is a great deal more comfortable to walk about under it than + hitherto, as the men in uncovering it had moved it, and it was still swinging + backwards and forwards in anything but a reassuring manner. Some fine marble + columns and a sculptured chimney-piece are worth attention, as are the costly + hangings and carpet. Here I may say that the greater part of the furniture in this + Palace is "First Empire" style, and of the costliest description.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 70%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/022-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/022-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + A CORNER OF THE QUEEN'S SITTING-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + </div> + <p>What will, no doubt, greatly interest you is the accompanying photograph of + small furniture specially made for her youthful Majesty, and used exclusively by + her. The frames are of the finest over-burnish, the plush upholstery being + decorated with the rarest specimens of art needlework. On one of the little tables + you will note a battledore and shuttlecock, with another thrown upon the floor, as + though the player had been suddenly interrupted in the midst of her play. Very + ordinary make and shape are these toys, such as you may see in any middle-class + English home, and each of them looking like favourites—judging from the signs + of much use they present.</p> + <p>Play-days are not yet over for the Queen, and doubtless she does not wish to + hasten their departure, for children are children all the world over, whether born + in palace or cottage. This particular one is not to be envied by those of lower + station, who have not the responsibility of position ever looming in front of + them—for she is shut away from many youthful pleasures, and denied the + constant companionship of those suited to her age.</p> + <p>I heard a story that on one occasion, in playing with her dolls, she was thus + heard to speak to a supposed refractory one: "Now, be good and quiet, because if + you don't I will turn you into a Queen, and then you will not have anyone to play + with at all." That is sufficiently pathetic to speak volumes of what it is to be + born in the purple, as was Wilhelmina of the Netherlands.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/023-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/023-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + PAINTED FRIEZE ON MANTEL-PIECE IN DINING-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond</i>.</p> + <p>The Hall of the Mosé is the next place I visit, used as the small dining + room of the Royal Family. Unfortunately, this is just undergoing partial + restoration, so no proper picture or description can be obtained. I observe a + painted ceiling, some marble columns of the Ionic order, blue and gold furniture + and hangings; and then some costly and rare paintings, three in number.</p> + <p>Facing the windows is a masterpiece of Jakob de Wit, "Moses Choosing the Seventy + Elders." The figures are life-size, the painting—extending the entire length + of the room—said to be the largest in Europe. There are marble fireplaces at + either end, over one "Solomon's Prayer," by G. Flinck, and over the other + "Jethro Counselling Moses to Appoint Judges from the People," by Bronkhorst. Quite + a feature of this room is the wonderful deceptive painting by this master over each + door, and on a continuous frieze. All of this is such an exact representation of + sculptured relief, that it is almost necessary to touch it ere one can be convinced + of its really level surface. I was told that this is the only known example of this + truly wonderful work.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/023-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/023-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE JUDGMENT OF SOLOMON.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond</i>.</p> + <p>Continuing my way through the aides-de-camps' waiting-room—stopping merely + to note one of Jan Livensz' works—I go on to the Vierschaar. Here the walls + are lined entirely with white marble, and present a fine sculptured frieze + representing Disgrace and Punishment, with reliefs emblematical of Wisdom and + Justice. The one here presented is Wisdom, as shown in the Judgment of Solomon.</p> + <p>In the large dining-room may also be seen more of the matchless white marble + ornamentation, and I should much like to linger and admire, but as Her Majesty the + Queen-Regent has graciously promised me the <i>entrée</i> of other of her + Royal Palaces, I am obliged rather to curtail my work in Amsterdam.</p> + <p>Just now their Majesties are not at this particular Palace, so I see nothing of + State dinners, receptions, and other functions, but although I do not see them, I + hear very much; and it would seem that when they <i>are</i> here, the Palace is a + sort of open house, and festivity is the order of the day. To all appearance the + etiquette is not quite so rigid as at <i>our</i> Court, the Sovereign being more + accessible to the people. Persons wishing to pay their respects call at the Palace + about five days previous, write their name in a book kept for the purpose, then + they are admitted on the specified day, provided no good reason exists for their + exclusion. The people are eminently loyal, and speak of the little Queen in tones + of warmest affection, an affection which is also extended to the Queen-Regent, who + has evidently made herself a firm position in the country.</p> + <p>The Palace at Den Haag is before me now, but first perhaps you would like to + know something of the Palace at the Loo, a place I had the privilege of seeing; + though, as their Majesties were actually in residence there, photographic work was + not possible.</p> + <p>The Loo is near Apeldoorn, and some considerable distance from Amsterdam. I have + only the one day to spare, so am off early in the morning. Steaming out of the + Central Station, I soon find myself speeding along in such comfortable, well-warmed + carriages as would rejoice the unfortunate winter traveller in this country, who is + all but dependent on his ability to pay for the not very useful foot-warmer.</p> + <p>The country is pretty but flat, dykes instead of hedges, windmills without + number; hundreds of cows in the fields, very fine cattle, but they <i>do</i> look + comical, for the majority of them are wearing coats!</p> + <p>At frequent intervals along the line are road crossings, each with their little + gatehouse, and each kept by a woman, who turns out as we pass, dressed in her long + blue coat with scarlet facings, quaint, tall shiny hat, and in her hand the + signal-flag.</p> + <p>At length I reach Apeldoorn, and there a difficulty presents itself. That the + Palace is some distance away I am aware, but <i>how</i> far I do not know, or in + which direction, and while I am parleying and gesticulating in a mixture of French, + English, and a <i>few</i> words of Dutch, the only conveyance obtainable takes + itself off, and I am left to tramp through the woods with a jargon of Dutch + directions ringing in my ears, and a very faint idea of longitude or latitude in my + mind.</p> + <p>The first part lay through a long, straggling village leading right into a + beautiful forest. Given a fine day, and a certainty of route, it would have been + simply grand; but as it soon poured in torrents, my situation was anything but + enviable—in fact, I was almost in despair, when a huge cart laden with trunks + of trees came slowly from a turning near.</p> + <p>Making the man in charge understand that I wanted the "Paleis," I found he was + bound in the same direction. By this time the rutty roads were almost ankle deep in + mud, so when I was invited to ride, I gladly scrambled to the top of the pile, and + so jogged along; my good-natured guide trudging at the side, pipe in mouth, + regardless of the weather. In such stately style, then, I at length sighted the + Palace, but was careful to make a descent before getting <i>too</i> near, as THE + STRAND MAGAZINE must make a more dignified appearance at a Royal residence than a + wood-cart and a smock-frocked driver can impart.</p> + <p>Four or five men in State liveries bow profoundly as I enter, one of whom + conducts me to an ante-room, and, after a short interval, through some long + corridors, up some stairs and into the presence of one of Her Majesty's Gentlemen + of the Household. A courteous interview with him, and I am asked to wait for Her + Majesty's Private Secretary, who, out at present, will see me on his return.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/025-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/025-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE ROYAL PALACE AT DEN HAAG.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond</i>.</p> + <p>Of course I make the best use of the interval and see all I can of the Palace. A + fine-looking and imposing building it is, standing back in a large quadrangle, the + latter being gay with flowers. The outer rails are literally on the edge of the + wood, and no more secluded spot can be imagined than this—the favourite + residence of their Majesties. His Majesty the late King also preferred this + residence to those more immediately near or in towns, and it was here he breathed + his last.</p> + <p>What I see of the interior is superbly grand, but it is more to the purpose that + I have the honour of seeing their Majesties during the day, and the opportunity of + some observation. The youthful Queen seems a most pleasing and intelligent-looking + child, and is eminently child-like and unaffected in her manner and movements. + Readers may be interested in knowing that, in addition to masters provided for Her + Majesty's training, she has an English governess, under whose charge she is more + immediately placed.</p> + <p>The Queen-Regent, as I have already said, much resembles her sister; not so + tall, rather stouter, but with much the same gentle and rather sad expression of + countenance. Strange that these two sisters should both become widows at an early + age. One comfort they have, there is no very great distance between them; and + though, of course, the Queen-Regent cannot leave her country much, there is nothing + to prevent the Duchess of Albany going there; so a suite of apartments is kept for + her at each Palace.</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/025-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/025-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + STATUE OF WILLIAM II, WITH THE CHURCH.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond</i>.</p> + </div> + <p>My interview with Her Majesty's Private Secretary is of the most pleasant, and I + cannot but record my grateful appreciation of this gentleman's kindness and + courtesy extended towards me throughout my stay in Holland; such courteous + attention much facilitating my work.</p> + <p>Back again to Amsterdam; and the next day off in quite an opposite direction to + Den Haag, one of the cleanest and most picturesque places I have ever seen.</p> + <p>Here the Palace was built by William II. It is in the Grecian style, and stands + on the site of a former hunting-lodge, dating back to the 9th century. Facing the + principal entrance is an equestrian statue of William II., at the back of which you + note the church attended by the family. The entrance hall and staircase are lined + with marble, the stairs themselves being of the same. Before proceeding up them, + however, we go through to the pretty and well-kept garden and take a view from the + lawn. In the right wing of the building as it faces you, the Queen's private + apartments are situated, the left wing containing the rooms occupied by the Duchess + of Albany when at The Hague.</p> + <p>Now we pass up the grand staircase, where I pause to note the Ionic columns, the + ormolu and porcelain candelabra, a Siberian vase from the Emperor Nicholas, five + immense vases from the Emperor of China, a painting of William IV., and one of + Maria of Stockholm and family.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/026-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/026-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE LATE KING'S RECEPTION-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond</i>.</p> + <p>Leaving here, the first room I enter is the King's reception-room. This is a + very bright looking and expensively fitted apartment, furnished in electric blue + and gold, massive gold-framed panels, and a ceiling decorated in relief with arms + and mottoes in gold and white. The chimney-piece is purest marble, the frescoes + showing crowns, arms, etc. The candelabra are over-burnished brass and Dresden + china, some being Japanese.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/027-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/027-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE QUEEN'S BALL-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + <div style="float:right; width: 70%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/027-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/027-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE LARGE DINING-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + </div> + <p>The next room is most interesting, for it is a small ball-room, the ball-room in + fact of Her Majesty the Queen. It has a beautiful inlaid floor, a white ceiling + worked in relief, crimson and gold curtains, and furniture of the First Empire, + some of it upholstered in gold silk, with a variety of colours intermixed. Here are + shown some priceless Sèvres china, and a present of vases from the Emperor + Napoleon. Also I note a fine marble vase from the King's Palace in Luxemburg. On + the wall are some handsome gold-framed mirrors, and from the ceiling costly + chandeliers with two hundred and twenty lights. The mantel is exquisitely carved + marble, with an ormolu frieze. On one side you will note a small piano; it is a + French one, of very clear and fine tone, and beautifully finished in every respect. + In this room Her Majesty the Queen may be imagined enjoying the balls given to the + youthful aristocracy, something different to the State dances in the larger room; + and, doubtless, by a long way, much more enjoyable. By the time the Queen can + command the State balls, she will have commenced to feel the cares of her position; + and will look back with real regret to the assemblies here, when she had merely to + enjoy herself, a devoted mother observing the graver duties, her own greatest + trouble, perhaps, being the acquirement of the tasks assigned by the governess and + masters.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/028-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/028-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + FAVOURITE HORSE OF WILLIAM II.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + </div> + <p>The large dining-room has some fine family portraits on its walls. The first you + will notice is that of William II., on horseback, leading an attack; the artist + (Keirzer) has produced a first-rate work of both man and horse. Underneath this + picture stands the favourite horse of William II., one which carried him through + numerous engagements, and earned from his Royal master a gratitude and affection + that caused him to wish for his preservation in a position where he would + constantly be reminded of him.</p> + <p>The ceiling of this room shows some beautiful relief carving of fruit and + flowers, also some fine fresco work; the chandeliers here are massive, as is the + furniture and other appointments. The room is long and of not much width, but lofty + and well-lighted.</p> + <p>The buffet adjoining the dining-room has some very costly and, at the same time, + some very interesting contents. The Empire furniture is draped in rich crimson + silk, the walls being covered with silk brocade of the same colour. The + chimney-piece of sculptured marble, with an ormolu frieze, holds some choice + antique porcelain vases and a valuable Roman timepiece. A massive chandelier hangs + from the centre of a ceiling wrought with the arms of the house—this + chandelier being solid silver. It was presented by the inhabitants of Amsterdam, + while two silver lustres at the sides of the fireplace were presented by Rotterdam. + Two exquisite statues stand in front of the windows, one of Venus, the other Diana, + midway between which is an immense porcelain vase on a pedestal. This you will note + in the view given of the room. It has special interest just now, as it was given by + Marshal MacMahon, whose death recently occurred, and whose funeral—a State + military one—I had the opportunity of witnessing a few weeks ago in + Paris.</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 80%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/028-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/028-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE CRYSTAL ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + </div> + <p>The windows are of very fine stained glass, the different panes giving portraits + of Kings and Princes, under each being depicted battles they had fought. Note this + rare Florentine mosaic table with pedestal of ormolu; then we will pass on to the + crystal room, an ante-room to the ball-room. Some immense candelabra of purest + crystal at once attracted my attention; not only were they of the largest I had + ever seen, but they were absolutely unique in composition: the pedestals in support + were ormolu and marble.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 80%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/029-1.jpg"><img width="100%" src="images/029-1.jpg" + alt="" /></a><br /> + SIDEBOARD AND MINIATURES IN SMALL DINING-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + </div> + <p>The appointments here are again in the First Empire style. The view here shown + is looking into the small dining-room, the private dining-room of their Majesties. + In it there is to be seen a costly collection of miniatures, nearly a hundred and + twenty in number, every one of them from the hand of Dutch masters. They are all + beautifully framed in groups. In the photograph you will observe a finely carved + side-board with some of these miniatures showing on either side. Also in this room + you will find several specimens of engraving on brass and some Russian productions + in malachite.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/029-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/029-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE STATE BALL-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + <p>Now to the State ball-room—a nobly proportioned room, but of somewhat + severe aspect Some good relief carving is shown and a splendid parquetry floor; + also some costly furniture, over-burnished and upholstered in crimson with floral + devices. No doubt it has a very imposing and gay appearance when lighted up and + filled with guests. Nearly seven hundred lights are displayed, which would + naturally cause a most brilliant effect. Somehow ball-rooms are never satisfactory + when viewed in the day-time, unless you have an eye for proportions only; in that + case this one could not fail to please, as it cannot be less than 90ft. long and is + of magnificent height, added to by a glass concave roof.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/030-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/030-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE QUEEN'S RECEPTION-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + <p>The Queen's reception-room is prettily hung in crimson with designs depicting + art and music; the furniture bright and handsome in crimson and cream. On either + side of the fireplace stand some crimson velvet screens in burnished frames, the + crown and arms worked on the velvet in characters of gold. In the accompanying view + you will observe a large album on a stand; this was given to the Queen-Regent by + the ladies of Holland. It is of leather, with ormolu mounts, on the covers being + painted panels and flowers worked in silk, these flowers being surrounded with + rubies and pearls; and at either corner is a large sapphire. The interior shows + pages of vellum, with names of subscribers beautifully inscribed.</p> + <p>This room will, of course, be the one where the young Queen will receive when + she commences to reign.</p> + <p>From here I went to view a suite of apartments, formerly the property of Queen + Sophia, the first Consort of the late King. These rooms are still in the same + condition as when Her Majesty died; they are very fine rooms, and contain a vast + number of curios of every description. They are lined entirely from floor to + ceiling with mahogany; the furniture, which is massive, antique, and beautifully + carved, being also of mahogany and tulip wood. I find one of Erard's grand pianos + standing in the boudoir, and am told that it was a favourite instrument of the late + Queen. There are some fine specimens of vases: one an "Adam and Eve," some of Swiss + make, and others of Dresden. Also I note an exquisite model of a ship, an inlaid + Empire mirror, and other treasures too numerous to particularize.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/031-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/031-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + OVER-MANTEL IN TEA-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + </div> + <p>The tea-room is another that I must make brief mention of. It contains some + valuable souvenirs in the form of vases, some from the Emperor Napoleon (these are + jewelled), some from William IV. of Germany, and some from the Emperor Frederick. + Then there are others from Berlin and Potsdam, and still others of Sèvres. + On the marble mantel is a very intricate French timepiece, and over it an exquisite + silver-framed mirror. An inlaid mosaic table is a feature here. The worth of it + must be fabulous; the design is marvellously executed. Pope Pius IX. was the donor. + This room is really the tea-room for the Royal ladies when in residence. Music is + again to the fore, and here Steinway is the favourite, one of his grand pianos + occupying the place of honour.</p> + <p>Now I go downstairs for a brief survey of the private apartments of the late + King. I shall not attempt to describe them in detail, but content myself with + mention of one or two things I specially noticed. I started with the billiard-room, + a good-sized room and well fitted; but obscured by the covers denoting non-usage. + One curious article I must note. It is a clock and musical-box combined, giving out + a variety of twenty-seven tunes. The visible part of it is a pure alabaster + representation of the tomb of our Henry II, supported by lions couchant. Rather a + strange model for a musical-box containing lively airs, is it not?</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 70%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/031-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/031-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE LATE KING'S SITTING-ROOM.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + </div> + <p>Then I pass on through the King's dining-room, a stately and richly-appointed + apartment. On through the Ministers' room, and so into His Majesty's private + sitting-room. Here I cannot but linger, there are so many treasures rich and rare, + the chief of which consists in the elaborate cabinets and other furniture, all of + tortoiseshell and silver, quite the best I have seen of its kind. Some of it looks + as though crammed with secret drawers, and I stand before it wondering whether + Queen Wilhelmina will be as anxious to discover and overhaul them as <i>I</i> + should be.</p> + <p>I could tell you a deal more of what I saw at this Palace at Den Haag, but, + doubtless, have said enough to show you something of its wealth of appointments and + costly treasures. One cannot help thinking what a sum all this has cost, and what + it must take to keep up so many places; but the Royal Family of the Netherlands + have well-lined coffers, as it is not only their own country that owns their + supremacy, but they have also many dependencies in the Indies, bringing in enormous + revenues.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/032-1.jpg"><img width="90%" + src="images/032-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "T'HUIS IN'T BOSCH," NEAR DEN HAAG.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Gunn & Stuart, Richmond.</i></p> + <p>I have mentioned three Palaces; I know of five; but will close with just a few + words respecting a fourth, and a view of the same, which is charmingly pretty. This + Palace is called "T'Huis in't Bosch," and is just a nice carriage drive from the + town of Den Haag. It stands right in the midst of a beautiful park, with herds of + deer and hundreds of gay-plumaged birds—a park that far and away surpasses + even our vaunted Richmond Park—magnificent timber, dense undergrowth, wild + flowers in profusion, and now and again winding lakes and streams, crossed by + rustic bridges, and such views over hill and dale as would delight either an artist + or an admirer of Nature. The above view of the house will give a good idea of its + outside appearance. I have no time for interiors, or should be tempted to prolong + this indefinitely. We have had a peep at the Palaces of Holland, and many of us + will know more of the country and its reigning family for the visit.</p> + <p>Holland, with its youthful Queen, has a future we cannot wot of, but we all hope + it is a prosperous and bright one, and we all agree in thanking Her Majesty the + Queen-Regent for the opportunity of gaining this information, and wish for her + daughter all the happiness and wisdom that she—the Royal mother—could + desire for her.</p> + <hr /> + <h4><i>[The Illustrated Interviews will be continued as usual next month.]</i></h4> + + <h2><a id="ch37-3" name="ch37-3"></a>Zig-Zags at the Zoo.</h2> + <h3>XIX. ZIG-ZAG BATRACHIAN.</h3> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/033-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/033-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + <div style="float:left; clear:both; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/034-1.jpg"><img width="60%" + src="images/034-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + <a href="images/034-2.jpg"><img width="70%" src="images/034-2.jpg" alt="" /> + </a><br /> + <a href="images/034-3.jpg"><img width="80%" src="images/034-3.jpg" alt="" /> + </a><br /> + <a href="images/034-4.jpg"><img width="100%" src="images/034-4.jpg" alt="" /> + </a><br /> + A SMALL LUNCH.</p> + </div> + <p>The frog and the toad suffer, in this world of injustice, from a deprival of the + respect and esteem that is certainly their due. In the case of the frog this may be + due largely to the animal's headlong and harlequin-like character, but the toad is + a steady personage, whose solemnity of deportment, not to speak of his stoutness, + entitles him to high consideration in a world where grave dulness and personal + circumference always attract reverence. The opening lines of a certain famous poem + have without a doubt done much to damage the dignity of the frog. "The frog he + would a-wooing go" is not, perhaps, disrespectful, although flippant; but "whether + his mother would let him or no" is a gross insult. Of course, it is a matter upon + which no self-respecting frog ever consults his mother; but the absurd jingle is + immortal, and the frog's dignity suffers by it. Then there is a certain pot-bellied + smugness of appearance about the frog that provokes a smile in the irreverent. + Still, the frog has received some consideration in his time. The great Homer + himself did not disdain to sing the mighty battle of the frogs and mice; and + Aristophanes gave the frogs a most important chorus in one of his comedies; + moreover, calling the whole comedy "The Frogs," although he had his choice of + title-names among many very notable characters—Æschylus, Euripides, + Bacchus, Pluto, Proserpine, and other leaders of society. Still, in every way the + frog and the toad are underesteemed—as though such a thing as a worthy family + frog or an honourable toad of business were in Nature impossible. It is not as + though they were useless. The frog's hind legs make an excellent dish for those who + like it, as well as a joke for those who don't. Powdered toad held in the palm is a + fine thing to stop the nose bleeding—or, at any rate, it was a couple of + hundred years ago, according to a dear old almanac I have. On the same + unimpeachable authority I may fearlessly affirm a smashed frog—smashed on the + proper saint's day—in conjunction with hair taken from a ram's forehead and a + nail stolen from a piebald mare's shoe, to be a certain remedy for ague, worn in a + little leather bag. If it fails it will be because the moon was in the wrong + quarter, or the mare was not sufficiently piebald, or the nail was not stolen with + sufficient dishonesty, or some mistake of that sort.</p> + <div style="float:right; clear:both; width: 60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/035-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/035-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "THINK I COULD MANAGE THAT BEETLE, TYRRELL?"</p> + <br /> + + <p class="figure"><a href="images/035-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/035-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + EVIL COMMUNICATIONS.</p> + </div> + <p>Personally, I am rather fond of frogs and toads. This, of course, in a strictly + platonic sense, and entirely apart from dinner. A toad I admire even more than a + frog, because of his gentlemanly calm. He never rushes at his food ravenously, as + do so many other creatures. Place a worm near him and you will see. He inspects the + worm casually, first with one eye and then with the other, as who would say: + "Luncheon? Certainly. Delighted, I'm sure." Then he sits placidly awhile, as though + thinking of something else altogether. Presently he rises slightly on his feet and + looks a little—very little—more attentively at the worm. "Oh, yes," he + is saying—"luncheon, of course. Whenever you like, you know." And he becomes + placid again, as though interested in the general conversation. After a little he + suddenly straightens his hind legs and bends down over the worm, like a man saying, + "Ah, and what have we got here now? Oh, worm—<i>ver au + naturel</i>—capital, capital!" After this there is nothing to do but to eat, + and this the toad does without the smallest delay. For leisurely indifference, + followed by a business-like grab, nothing can beat a toad. Almost before the cover + is lifted, figuratively speaking, the worm's head and tail are wriggling, like a + lively moustache, out of the sides of the toad's mouth. The head and tail he gently + pats in with his hands, and there is no longer any worm; after which the toad + smiles affably and comfortably, possibly meditating a liqueur. I have an especial + regard for the giant toad in one of the cases against the inner wall of the + reptile-house lobby. There is a pimpliness of countenance and a comfortable + capaciousness of waistcoat about him that always make me wonder what he has done + with his churchwarden and pewter. He has a serene, confidential, + well-old-pal-how-are-you way of regarding Tyrrell, his keeper. Of late (for some + few months, that is) the giant toad has been turning something over in his mind, as + one may perceive from his cogitative demeanour. He is thinking, I am convinced, of + the new Goliath Beetle. The Goliath Beetle, he is thinking, would make rather a fit + supper for the Giant Toad. This because he has never seen the beetle. His mind + might be set at rest by an introduction to Goliath, but the acquaintanceship would + do no good to the beetle's morals. At present Goliath is a most exemplary + vegetarian and tea-drinker, but evil communications with that pimply, dissipated + toad would wreck his principles.</p> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <div style="float:left; clear:both; width: 40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/036-1.png" alt="" /></a></p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/036-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "DON'T SQUEEZE SO, TYRRELL!"<br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; clear: right; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/036-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "WANT ME TO BARK?"<br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="clear:left;"> + + </div> + <p>Why one should speak of the Adorned Ceratophrys when the thing might just as + well be called the Barking Frog, I don't know. Let us compromise and call him the + Adorned C., in the manner of Mr. Wemmick. I respect the Adorned C. almost as much + as if he were a toad instead of a frog, but chiefly I admire his mouth. A crocodile + has a very respectable mouth—when it separates its jaws it opens its head. + But when the Adorned C. smiles he opens out his entire anatomical bag of + tricks— comes as near bisecting himself indeed as may be; opens, in short, + like a Gladstone bag. From a fat person, of course, you expect a broad, genial + smile; but you are doubly gratified when you find it extending all round him. That, + you feel, is indeed no end of a smile—and that is the smile of the Adorned + C.</p> + <div style="float:left; clear:both; width: 80%;"> + <div style="float:left; width: 45%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-4.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/036-4.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HE CALLS THIS WINDING ME UP!"<br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 45%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-5.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/036-5.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "SHAN'T BARK—"<br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 45%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-6.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/036-6.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "SO THERE!"<br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 45%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/036-7.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/036-7.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "STOW THAT, TYRRELL!"<br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 45%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/037-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HE'S ALWAYS DOING THAT."<br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 45%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/037-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "I'LL GET SO WILD IN A MINUTE!"<br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 45%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/037-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "GUR-R-R-R-."<br /> + </p> + </div> + </div> + <p>But, notwithstanding this smile, the Adorned C. is short of temper. Indeed, you + may only make him bark by practising upon this fact. Tyrrell's private performance + with the Adorned C. is one that irresistibly reminds the spectator of Lieutenant + Cole's with his figures, and would scarcely be improved by ventriloquism itself. + The Adorned C. prefers biting to barking, and his bite is worse than his + bark—bites always are, except in the proverb. This is why Tyrrell holds the + Adorned C. pretty tight whenever he touches him. The one aspiration of the Adorned + C. is for a quiet life, and he defends his aspiration with bites and barks.</p> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:50%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-4.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/037-4.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "WOW, WOW!"<br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:50%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-5.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/037-5.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "SNAP! WOW-WOW!"<br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <div style="clear:both; float:right; width:50%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-6.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/037-6.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "WHAT, GOT TO GO BACK?"</p> + <br /> + </div> + <p>Tyrrell touches him gently, cautiously, and repeatedly on the back until the + annoyance is no longer to be tolerated, and then the Adorned C. duly barks like a + terrier. Now, the most interesting thing about the Adorned C., after his mouth, is + his bark, and why he should be reluctant to exhibit it except under pressure of + irritation—why he should hide his light under a bushel of ill-temper—I + can't conceive. It is as though Patti wouldn't sing till her manager threw an egg + at her, or as though Sir Frederick Leighton would only paint a picture after Mr. + Whistler had broken his studio windows with a brick. Even the whistling oyster of + London tradition would perform without requiring a preliminary insult or personal + assault. But let us account everything good if possible; perhaps the Adorned C. + only suffers from a modest dislike for vain display; although this is scarcely + consistent with the internal exhibition afforded by his smile.</p> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/037-7.png"><img width="40%" + src="images/037-7.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "GOOD NIGHT, TYRRELL!"<br /> + </p> + <div style="float:right; width: 80%"> + <div style="float:left; width: 45%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/038-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 45%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/038-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + <br /> + <div style="float:left; width: 45%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-5.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/038-5.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 45%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/038-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + </div> + <p>With the distinction of residence in the main court of the reptile-house itself, + as also with the knowledge of its rarity, the Smooth-clawed Frog sets no small + value on himself. He lives in water perpetually, and is always bobbing mysteriously + about in it with his four-fingered hands spread out before him. This seems to me to + be nothing but a vulgar manifestation of the Smooth-clawed Frog's + self-appreciation. He is like a coster conducting a Dutch auction, except that it + is himself that he puts up for the bids of admiring visitors. With his double bunch + of four fingers held eagerly before him he says—or means to + say—"'Ere—eight! Ain't that cheap enough? Eight! Going at eight. Who + says eight? Now then—eight; for a noble frog like me!" Presently, he wriggles + a little in the water, as though vexed at the slackness of offers; then he drops + one of the hands and leaves the other outstretched. "'Ere—four! Anythink to + do business. Four! Nobody say four? Oh, blow this!" and with a jerk of one long + paddle he dives among the weeds. "Them shiny-lookin' swells ain't got no money!" is + what I am convinced he reports to his friends.</p> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-4.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/038-4.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/038-6.png"><img width="50%" + src="images/038-6.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + <p>The Smooth-clawed Frog has lately begun to breed here, a thing before unknown; + so that his rarity and value are in danger of depreciation. But such is his + inordinate conceit of himself that I am convinced he will always begin the bidding + with eight.</p> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-1.png"><img width="50%" + src="images/039-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + <div style="float: left; width: 80%"> + <div style="float:left; width: 33%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/039-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HAPPY?"</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 33%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/039-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "I AM HAPPY."</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 33%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-4.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/039-4.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "WHY SHOULDN'T I BE HAPPY?"</p> + </div> + <br /> + <div style="clear:left; float:left; width: 33%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-5.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/039-5.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "THE SOCIETY LODGES ME."</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 36%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-6.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/039-6.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "TYRRELL FEEDS ME."</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 30%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-7.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/039-7.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "NO EXPENSE TO ME, YOU KNOW."</p> + </div> + <div style="clear:left; float:left; width: 33%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-8.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/039-8.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 66%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/039-9.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/039-9.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "GOOD DAY TO YOU."</p> + </div> + </div> + <p>If you rejoice in the sight of a really happy, contented frog, you should stand + long before White's Green Frog, and study his smile. No other frog has a smile like + this; some are wider, perhaps, but that is nothing. A frog is ordained by Nature to + smile much, but the smile seems commonly one of hunger merely, though often one of + stomach-ache. White's Green Frog smiles broad content and placid felicity. + Maintained in comfort, with no necessity to earn his living, this is probably + natural; still, the bison enjoys the same advantages, although nobody ever saw him + smile; but, then, an animal soon to become extinct can scarcely be expected to + smile. In the smile of White's Green Frog, however, I fear, a certain smug, + Pecksniffian quality is visible. "I am a Numble individual, my Christian friends," + he seems to say, "and my wants, which are few and simple, are providentially + supplied. Therefore, I am Truly Happy. It is no great merit in my merely batrachian + nature that I am Truly Happy; a cheerful countenance, my friends, is a duty imposed + on me by an indulgent Providence." White's Green Frog may, however, be in reality a + frog of excellent moral worth: and I trust that Green's White Frog, if ever he is + discovered, will be a moral frog too.</p> + <div> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/040-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HERE WE ARE!"</p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/040-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HOW DO? I'M OFF."</p> + </div> + </div> + <div style="float:right; clear:both; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/040-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "EH?"<br /> + </p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-4.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/040-4.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "WHAT?"<br /> + </p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-5.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/040-5.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "WHO'S THAT?"<br /> + </p> + </div> + <p>By-the-bye, some green frogs are blue. That is to say, individuals of the green + species have been found of the skyey colour and sold at a good price as rarities. + When it was not easy to find one already blue, the prudent tradesman kept a green + frog in a blue glass vase for a few weeks, and brought it out as blue as you might + wish. The colour stayed long enough, as a rule, to admit of sale at a decent price, + but was liable to fade after. As I think I have said, the toad is distinguished by + a placid calm denied to the frog; therefore it is singular that the ordinary toad's + Latin name should be <i>Bufo vulgaris</i>—a name suggestive of nothing so + much as a low—disgracefully low—comedian. <i>Bufo vulgaris</i> should + be the name of a very inferior, rowdy clown. The frog is a much nearer + approximation to this character than the toad. The frog comes headlong with a + bound, a bunch of legs and arms, with his "Here we are again! Fine day to-morrow, + wasn't it?" and goes off with another bound, before the toad, who is gravely + analyzing the metaphysical aspect of nothing in particular, can open his eyes to + look up. The toad has one comic act, however, of infinitely greater humour than the + bouncing buffooneries of the frog. When the toad casts his skin he quietly rolls it + up over his back and head, just as a man skins off a close-fitting jersey. Once + having drawn it well over his nose, however, he immediately proceeds to cram it + down his throat with both hands, and so it finally disappears. Now, this is a + performance of genuine and grotesque humour, which it is worth keeping a toad to + see.</p> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/040-6.png"><img width="50%" + src="images/040-6.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + + <h2><a id="ch37-4" name="ch37-4"></a>The Helmet.</h2> + <h4>From the French by Ferdinand Beissier.</h4> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/041-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/041-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + <p>"But, uncle—I love my cousin!"</p> + <p>"Get out!"</p> + <p>"Give her to me."</p> + <p>"Don't bother me!"</p> + <p>"It will be my death!"</p> + <p>"Nonsense! you'll console yourself with some other girl."</p> + <p>"Pray—"</p> + <p>My uncle, whose back had been towards me, whirled round, his face red to + bursting, and brought his closed fist down upon the counter with a heavy thump.</p> + <p>"Never!" he cried; "never: Do you hear what I say?"</p> + <p>And as I looked at him beseechingly and with joined hands, he went + on:—</p> + <p>"A pretty husband you look like!—without a sou, and dreaming of going into + housekeeping! A nice mess I should make of it, by giving you my daughter! It's no + use your insisting. You know that when I have said 'No,' nothing under the sun can + make me say 'Yes'!"</p> + <p>I ceased to make any further appeal. I knew my uncle—about as headstrong + an old fellow as could be found in a day's search. I contented myself with giving + vent to a deep sigh, and then went on with the furbishing of a big, double-handed + sword, rusty from point to hilt.</p> + <p>This memorable conversation took place, in fact, in the shop of my maternal + uncle, a well-known dealer in antiquities and <i>objets d'art</i>, No. 53, Rue des + Claquettes, at the sign of the "Maltese Cross"—a perfect museum of + curiosities.</p> + <p>The walls were hung with Marseilles and old Rouen china, facing ancient + cuirasses, sabres, and muskets, and picture frames; below these were ranged old + cabinets, coffers of all sorts, and statues of saints, one-armed or one-legged for + the most part and dilapidated as to their gilding; then, here and there, in glass + cases, hermetically closed and locked, there were knick-knacks in infinite + variety—lachrymatories, tiny urns, rings, precious stones, fragments of + marble, bracelets, crosses, necklaces, medals, and miniature ivory statuettes, the + yellow tints of which, in the sun, took momentarily a flesh-like transparency.</p> + <p>Time out of mind the shop had belonged to the Cornuberts. It passed regularly + from father to son, and my uncle—his neighbours said—could not but be + the possessor of a nice little fortune. Held in esteem by all, a Municipal + Councillor, impressed by the importance and gravity of his office, short, fat, + highly choleric and headstrong, but at bottom not in the least degree an unkind + sort of man—such was my uncle Cornubert, my only living male relative, who, + as soon as I left school, had elevated me to the dignity of chief and only clerk + and shopman of the "Maltese Cross."</p> + <p>But my uncle was not only a dealer in antiquities and a Municipal Councillor, he + was yet more, and above all, the father of my cousin Rose, with whom I was + naturally in love.</p> + <p>To come back to the point at which I digressed.</p> + <p>Without paying any attention to the sighs which exhaled from my bosom while + scouring the rust from my long, two-handed sword, my uncle, magnifying glass in + hand, was engaged in the examination of a lot of medals which he had purchased that + morning. Suddenly he raised his head; five o'clock was striking.</p> + <p>"The Council!" he cried.</p> + <p>When my uncle pronounced that august word, it made a mouthful; for a pin, he + would have saluted it bare-headed. But, this time, after a moment's consideration, + he tapped his forehead and added, in a tone of supreme relief:—</p> + <p>"No, the sitting does not take place before to-morrow—and I am forgetting + that I have to go to the railway station to get the consignment of which I was + advised this morning."</p> + <p>Rising from his seat, and laying down his glass, he called out:—</p> + <p>"Rose, give me my cane and hat!"</p> + <p>Then, turning towards me, he added, in a lowered tone and speaking very + quickly:—</p> + <p>"As to you—don't forget our conversation. If you think you can make me say + 'yes,' try!—but I don't think you'll succeed. Meanwhile, not a word to Rose, + or, by Saint Barthélemy, my patron of happy memory, I'll instantly kick you + out of doors!"</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/042-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/042-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "AT THAT MOMENT ROSE APPEARED."</p> + </div> + <p>At that moment Rose appeared with my uncle's cane and hat, which she handed to + him. He kissed her on the forehead; then, giving me a last but eloquent look, + hurried from the shop.</p> + <p>I went on scouring my double-handed sword. Rose came quietly towards me.</p> + <p>"What is the matter with my father?" she asked; "he seems to be angry with + you."</p> + <p>I looked at her—her eyes were so black, her look so kind, her mouth so + rosy, and her teeth so white that I told her all—my love, my suit to her + father, and his rough refusal. I could not help it—after all, it was + <i>his</i> fault! He was not there: I determined to brave his anger. Besides, there + is nobody like timid persons for displaying courage under certain + circumstances.</p> + <p>My cousin said nothing; she only held down her eyes—while her cheeks were + as red as those of cherries in May.</p> + <p>I checked myself.</p> + <p>"Are you angry with me?" I asked, tremblingly. "Are you angry with me, + Rose?"</p> + <p>She held out to me her hand. On that, my heart seething with audacity, my head + on fire, I cried:—</p> + <p>"Rose—I swear it! I will be your husband!" And as she shook her head and + looked at me sadly, I added: "Oh! I well know that my uncle is self-willed, but I + will be more self-willed still; and, since he must be forced to say 'yes,' I will + force him to say it!"</p> + <p>"But how?" asked Rose.</p> + <p>Ah! how? That was exactly the difficulty. But, no matter; I would find a way to + surmount it!</p> + <p>At that moment a heavy step resounded in the street. Instinctively we moved away + from each other; I returned to my double-handed sword, and Rose, to keep herself in + countenance, set to dusting, with a corner of her apron, a little statuette in its + faded red velvet case.</p> + <p>My uncle entered. Surprised at finding us together, he stopped short and looked + sharply at us, from one to the other.</p> + <p>We each of us went on rubbing without raising our heads.</p> + <p>"Here, take this," said my uncle, handing me a bulky parcel from under his arm. + "A splendid purchase, you'll see."</p> + <p>The subject did not interest me in the least.</p> + <p>I opened the parcel, and from the enveloping paper emerged a steel + helmet—but not an ordinary helmet, oh, no!—a superb, a monumental + morion, with gorget and pointed visor of strange form. The visor was raised, and I + tried to discover what prevented it from being lowered.</p> + <p>"It will not go down—the hinges have got out of order," said my uncle; + "but it's a superb piece, and, when it has been thoroughly cleaned and touched up, + will look well—that shall be your to-morrow's job."</p> + <p>"Very good, uncle," I murmured, not daring to raise my eyes to his.</p> + <p>That night, on reaching my room, I at once went to bed. I was eager to be alone + and able to think at my ease. Night brings counsel, it is said; and I had great + need that the proverb should prove true. But, after lying awake for an hour without + receiving any assistance, I fell off to sleep, and, till next morning, did nothing + but dream the oddest dreams. I saw Rose on her way to church in a strange bridal + costume, a 14th-century cap, three feet high, on her head, but looking prettier + than ever; then suddenly the scene changed to moonlight, in which innumerable + helmets and pieces of old china were dancing a wild farandola, while my uncle, clad + in complete armour and with a formidable halberd in his hand, conducted the + bewildering whirl.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/043-1.png"><img width="90%" + src="images/043-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "MY UNCLE SAT SMOKING HIS PIPE AND WATCHING ME."</p> + <p>The next day—ah, the next day!—I was no nearer. In vain, with + clenched teeth, I scoured the immense helmet brought by my uncle the previous + evening—scoured it with such fury as almost to break the iron; not an idea + came to me. The helmet shone like a sun: my uncle sat smoking his pipe and watching + me; but I could think of nothing, of no way of forcing him to give me his + daughter.</p> + <p>At three o'clock Rose went into the country, whence she was not to return until + dinner-time, in the evening. On the threshold she could only make a sign to me with + her hand; my uncle had not left us alone for a single instant. He was not easy in + his mind; I could see that by his face. No doubt he had not forgotten our + conversation of the previous evening.</p> + <p>I went on rubbing at my helmet.</p> + <p>"You have made it quite bright enough—put it down," said my uncle.</p> + <p>I put it down. The storm was gathering: I could not do better than allow it to + blow over.</p> + <p>But suddenly, as if overtaken by a strange fancy, my uncle took up the enormous + morion and turned and examined it on all sides.</p> + <p>"A handsome piece of armour, there is no doubt about it; but it must have + weighed pretty heavily on its wearer's shoulders," he muttered; and, urged by I + know not what demon, he clapped it on his head and latched the gorget-piece about + his neck.</p> + <p>Struck almost speechless, I watched what he was doing—thinking only how + ugly he looked.</p> + <p>Suddenly there was a sharp sound—as if a spring had + snapped—and—crack!—down fell the visor; and there was my uncle, + with his head in an iron cage, gesticulating and swearing like a pagan!</p> + <p>I could contain myself no longer, and burst into a roar of laughter; for my + uncle, stumpy, fat, and rubicund, presented an irresistibly comic appearance.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/044-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/044-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "THREATENINGLY HE CAME TOWARDS ME."</p> + </div> + <p>Threateningly, he came towards me.</p> + <p>"The hinges!—the hinges, fool!" he yelled.</p> + <p>I could not see his face, but I felt that it was red to bursting.</p> + <p>"When you have done laughing, idiot!" he cried.</p> + <p>But the helmet swayed so oddly on his shoulders, his voice came from out it in + such strange tones, that the more he gesticulated, the more he yelled and + threatened me, the louder I laughed.</p> + <p>At that moment the clock of the Hôtel-de-Ville, striking five, was + heard.</p> + <p>"The Municipal Council!" murmured my uncle, in a stifled voice. "Quick! help me + off with this beast of a machine! We'll settle our business afterwards!"</p> + <p>But, suddenly likewise, an idea—a wild, extraordinary idea—came into + my head; but then, whoever is madder than a lover? Besides, I had no choice of + means.</p> + <p>"No!" I replied.</p> + <p>My uncle fell back two paces in terror—and again the enormous helmet + wobbled on his shoulders.</p> + <p>"No," I repeated, firmly, "I'll not help you out, unless you give me the hand of + my cousin Rose!"</p> + <p>From the depths of the strangely elongated visor came, not an angry exclamation, + but a veritable roar. I had "done it!"—I had burned my ships!</p> + <p>"If you do not consent to do what I ask of you," I added, "not only will I not + help you off with your helmet, but I will call in all your neighbours, and then go + and find the Municipal Council!"</p> + <p>"You'll end your days on the scaffold!" cried my uncle.</p> + <p>"The hand of Rose!" I repeated. "You told me that it would only be by force that + you would be made to say 'yes'—say it, or I will call in the neighbours!"</p> + <p>The clock was still striking; my uncle raised his arms as if to curse me.</p> + <p>"Decide at once," I cried, "somebody is coming!"</p> + <p>"Well, then—yes!" murmured my uncle. "But make haste!"</p> + <p>"On your word of honour?"</p> + <p>"On my word of honour!"</p> + <p>The visor gave way, the gorget-piece also, and my uncle's head issued from + durance, red as a poppy.</p> + <p>Just in time. The chemist at the corner, a colleague in the Municipal Council, + entered the shop.</p> + <p>"Are you coming?" he asked; "they will be beginning the business without + us."</p> + <p>"I'm coming," replied my uncle.</p> + <p>And without looking at me, he took up his hat and cane and hurried out.</p> + <p>The next moment all my hopes had vanished. My uncle would surely not forgive + me.</p> + <p>At dinner-time I took my place at table on his right hand in low spirits, ate + little, and said nothing.</p> + <p>"It will come with the dessert," I thought.</p> + <p>Rose looked at me, and I avoided meeting her eyes. As I had expected, the + dessert over, my uncle lit his pipe, raised his head, and then—</p> + <p>"Rose—come here!"</p> + <p>Rose went to him.</p> + <p>"Do you know what that fellow there asked me to do, yesterday?"</p> + <p>I trembled like a leaf, and Rose did the same.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/045-1.png"><img width="90%" + src="images/045-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "DO YOU LOVE HIM?"</p> + <p>"To give him your hand," he added. "Do you love him?"</p> + <p>Rose cast down her eyes.</p> + <p>"Very well," continued my uncle; "on this side, the case is complete. Come here, + you."</p> + <p>I approached him.</p> + <p>"Here I am, uncle," and, in a whisper. I added quickly: "Forgive me!"</p> + <p>He burst into a hearty laugh.</p> + <p>"Marry her, then, donkey—since you love her, and I give her to you!"</p> + <p>"Ah!—uncle!"</p> + <p>"Ah!—dear papa!"</p> + <p>And Rose and I threw ourselves into his arms.</p> + <p>"Very good! very good!" he cried, wiping his eyes. "Be happy, that's all I + ask."</p> + <p>And, in turn, he whispered in my ear:—</p> + <p>"I should have given her to you all the same, you big goose; but—keep the + story of the helmet between us two!"</p> + <p>I give you my word that I have never told it but to Rose, my dear little wife. + And, if ever you pass along the Rue des Claquettes, No. 53, at the place of honour + in the old shop, I'll show you my uncle's helmet, which we would never sell.</p> + + <h2><a id="ch37-5" name="ch37-5"></a>The Music of Nature.</h2> + <h4>BY A. T. CAMDEN PRATT.</h4> + <h3>II.</h3> + <div style="float:right; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/046-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/046-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + <p>Reference was made at the close of the last article to the voice of the dog, and + his method of making his feelings and desires understood. It is, of course, well + known that this is an acquired habit, or accomplishment. In a state of Nature the + dog does not even bark; he has acquired the art or knowledge from his companionship + with man. Isaiah compares the blind watchman of Israel to dogs, saying, "They are + dumb; they cannot bark." Again, to quote the argument of Dr. Gardiner: "The dog + indicates his different feelings by different tones." The following is his yelp + when his foot is trod upon.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/046-2.png"><img width="80%" + src="images/046-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + DOG YELPING.</p> + <p>Haydn introduces the bark of a dog into the scherzo in his 38th quartette. + Indeed, the tones of the "voice" of the dog are so marked, that more than any other + of the voices of Nature they have been utilized in music. The merest tyro in the + study of dog language can readily distinguish between the bark of joy—the + "deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home," as Byron put it—and the angry + snarl, the yelp of pain, or the accents of fear. Indeed, according to an assertion + in the "Library of Entertaining Knowledge," the horse knows from the bark of a dog + when he may expect an attack on his heels. Gardiner suggests that it would be worth + while to study the language of the dog. Perhaps Professor Garnier, when he has + reduced the language of the monkey to "A, B, C," might feel inclined to take up the + matter.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/047-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/047-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + <p>Next to the dog there is no animal in which there is more variation of sound + than in oxen: "Their lowing, though rough and rude, is music to the farmer's ear + save one who moans the loss of her sportive young; with wandering eye and anxious + look she grieves the livelong day." It is specially difficult in the case of oxen + to suppose that they have a language; but it is impossible to doubt that the + variations of their lowing are understood of one another, and serve to express + their feelings if not their thoughts.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/047-2.png"><img width="80%" + src="images/047-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE OX.</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 40%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/047-4.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/047-4.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + <p>In the matter of exclamations, one knows how readily these may be imitated upon + the violin, or in the case of the deeper or more guttural sounds, on the + violoncello. The natural effect is greatly aided by the sliding of the finger along + the note, especially in the case of the lowing of cattle; but there are other + exclamations that are readily reduced to music. Gardiner gives one or two + interesting cases, and the common salutation, "How d'ye do?" may be instanced. It + usually starts on B natural, and the voice rising to D ends on C; whereas, the + reply, "Pretty well, thank you," begins on D, and falling to A, ends again on D. + After a few attempts on the piano, the reader will be able readily to form these + notes for himself.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/047-3.png"><img width="80%" + src="images/047-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + COW LOWING.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/048-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/048-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + <p>The horse, on the other hand, is rarely heard, and, though having a piercing + whinny which passes through every semitone of the scale, it is scarcely ever + varied.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/048-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/048-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + HORSE NEIGHING.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/048-3.png"><img width="90%" + src="images/048-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE CHIRP OF THE GRASSHOPPER.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 60%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/049-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/049-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + <p>The music of the insects has already been alluded to, and everyone will agree + with Gilbert White that "not undelightful is the ceaseless hum, to him who musing + walks at noon." The entomologist has laboured hard to show us that the insect has + no voice, and that the "drowsy hum" is made by the wings; a fact which, being + beyond all cavil, puts to the blush the old-world story of Plutarch, who tells us + that when Terpander was playing upon the lyre, at the Olympic games, and had + enraptured his audience to the highest pitch of enthusiasm a string of his + instrument broke, and a <i>cicada</i> or grasshopper perched on the bridge supplied + by its voice the loss of the string and saved the fame of the musician. To this day + in Surinam the Dutch call them lyre-players. If there is any truth in the story, + the grasshopper then had powers far in advance of his degenerated descendants; for + now the grasshopper—like the cricket—has a chirp consisting of three + notes in rhythm, always forming a triplet in the key of B.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/049-2.png"><img width="80%" + src="images/049-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + FLY BUZZING.</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 50%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/049-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/049-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + <p>Gardiner, on the authority of Dr. Primatt, states that, to produce the sound it + makes, the house-fly must make 320 vibrations of its wings in a second; or nearly + 20,000 if it continues on the wing a minute. The sound is invariably on the note F + in the first space. The music of a duck's note is given in the annexed score.</p> + <p>In conclusion, an article on the music of Nature would not be complete without + an allusion to the music of the winds and the storm. Admirers of Beethoven will + recall numerous passages that would serve as illustrations. One particularly might + be mentioned—the chorus in "Judah" (Haydn), "The Lord devoureth them all," + which is admirably imitative of the reverberations of the cataract and the + thundering of mighty waters. The sounds at sea, ominous of shipwreck, will also + occur to the minds of some. At Land's End it is not uncommon for storms to be + heralded by weird sounds; and in the northern seas sailors, always a superstitious + race of people, used to be much alarmed by a singular musical effect, which is now + well known to be caused by nothing more fearsome than a whale breathing.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/049-4.png"><img width="80%" + src="images/049-4.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + DUCK.</p> + <p>These instances might be still further multiplied, but enough have, perhaps, + been given to excite some general interest in "the <i>Music of Nature</i>."</p> + + <h2><a id="ch37-6" name="ch37-6"></a>Portraits of Celebrities at Different Times of + Their Lives.</h2> + <hr /> + <h3><a id="ch37-6-1" name="ch37-6-1"></a>SIR HENRY LOCH.</h3> + <h4>BORN 1827.</h4> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/050-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/050-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 22.<br /> + <i>From a Painting.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/050-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/050-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 39.<br /> + <i>From a Painting by G. Richmond, R.A.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/050-3.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/050-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + PRESENT DAY.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Foster & Martin, Melbourne.</i></p> + </div> + <p>Sir Henry Brougham Loch, G.C.M.G., K.C.B., whose name has recently been so + prominently before the public in connection with the disturbances in Mashonaland, + is Chief Commissioner at the Cape. In his diplomatic career he was taken prisoner + during the war with China; and, with Mr. Boulby, the <i>Times</i> correspondent, + was carried about in a cage by his captors, and exhibited to the natives. After his + liberation he returned to England, and was appointed Governor of the Isle of Man, + and subsequently Governor of Victoria; and, in 1889, was appointed to succeed Sir + Hercules Robinson as Chief Commissioner at the Cape.</p> + <hr style="clear:both;" /> + <h3><a id="ch37-6-2" name="ch37-6-2"></a>MADAME BELLE COLE.</h3> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/051-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/051-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 8.<br /> + <i>From a Photograph.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/051-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/051-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 20.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Naegeli, New York.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/051-3.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/051-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + PRESENT DAY.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Walery, Regent Street.</i></p> + </div> + <p>It was in Jubilee Year that the British public were first charmed by the singing + of this admirable American contralto. She sang in London, and successive audiences + were quick to confirm the judgments of Sir Joseph Barnby and certain other critics + who had heard her only in private. Her advance to the front rank of English singers + was exceedingly rapid, and her position amongst us was long since made secure. + Madame Cole has taken part in nearly all the great musical events in this country + during the past four years. She has sung everywhere in London—with the Royal + Choral Society at the Albert Hall, at the Handel Festival at the Crystal Palace, at + the Ballad Concerts, at the Monday Popular Concerts, at Sir Charles Hallé's + Concerts, and at Bristol, Chester, Leeds, Birmingham, and other leading towns. As + seems to have been the case with most well-dowered musicians, Madame Cole's talent + owes something to heredity. Musical ability, greater or less, may at all events be + traced back in her family for a considerable period. Madame Cole's first distinct + success in public was gained with Mr. Theodore Thomas, during that gentleman's + first "grand transcontinental tour from ocean to ocean" in 1883.</p> + <hr style="clear:both;" /> + <h3><a id="ch37-6-3" name="ch37-6-3"></a>THE LORD BISHOP OF PETERBOROUGH.</h3> + <h4>BORN 1843.</h4> + <div style="float:left; width: 80%;"> + <div style="float:left; width: 49%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/052-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/052-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 17.<br /> + <i>From a Photograph.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 49%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/052-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/052-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 23.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Wheeler & Day, Oxford.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; clear:left; width: 49%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/052-3.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/052-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 48.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by H.S. Mendelssohn, Newcastle.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 49%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/052-4.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/052-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + PRESENT DAY.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry.</i></p> + </div> + </div> + <p>Professor the Rev. Mandell Creighton, M.A., was born at Carlisle, and educated + at Durham Grammar School and Merton College, Oxford. He was ordained deacon in 1870 + and priest in 1873, and in 1875 accepted the living of Embleton, in Northumberland. + In 1884 he was elected to the newly founded professorship of Ecclesiastical History + in the University of Cambridge. In 1885 he was appointed by the Crown canon + residentiary of Worcester Cathedral. He is the author of several historical works: + "Primer of Roman History," 1875; "The Age of Elizabeth," 1876; etc. His principal + work is a "History of the Papacy During the Period of the Reformation." He was + appointed Bishop of Peterborough in 1891.</p> + <hr style="clear:both;" /> + <h3><a id="ch37-6-4" name="ch37-6-4"></a>LORD WANTAGE.</h3> + <h4>BORN 1832.</h4> + <div style="float:left; width: 37%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/053-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/053-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 17.<br /> + <i>From a Drawing.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width: 63%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/053-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/053-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 32. <i>From a Photograph.</i><br /> + AGE 41. <i>From a Photograph by Chémar Frères, Brussels.</i></p> + </div> + <p>Robert James Loyd-Lindsay, K.C.B., V.C. is the eldest son of the late + Lieut.-General James Lindsay. He was educated at Eton, and at an early age entered + the Army. He served in the Guinea, 1854-5, part of the time as <i>Aide-de-Camp</i> + to the Commander in-Chief. At the battle of Alma, amidst great disorder, he + reformed the line and stood firm with the colours. At Inkerman he distinguished + himself by charging and repulsing a strong body of Russians with a few men; for + which distinctions he was justly awarded the Victoria Cross. Lord Wantage was + Equerry to the Prince of Wales, 1858-9; and has been Extra Equerry to His Royal + Highness since 1874. He is also the Lord Lieutenant and a County Councillor of + Berkshire. He married, in 1858, Harriet Sarah, only child of the first Baron + Overstone.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/053-3.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/053-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 50.<br /> + <i>From a Painting by W. Onless, R.M.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/053-4.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/053-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + PRESENT DAY.<br /> + <i>From a Photograph by W. & A. H. Fry, Brighton.</i></p> + </div> + <hr style="clear:both;" /> + <h3><a id="ch37-6-5" name="ch37-6-5"></a>SIR RICHARD TEMPLE, BART, M.P.</h3> + <h4>BORN 1826.</h4> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/054-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/054-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 20.<br /> + <i>From a Painting.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/054-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/054-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 30.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Southwell Brothers, Baker Street, London.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/054-3.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/054-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 42.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Bourne & Shepherd.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/054-4.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/054-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + PRESENT DAY.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry.</i></p> + </div> + <p>Sir Richard Temple, Bart., G.C.S.I., M.P., D.C.L.(Oxon), LL.D. (Cantab), of The + Nash, Kempsey, near Worcester, entered the third class of the Bengal Civil Service + in 1846. He was Secretary to Sir John Lawrence in the Punjab, and eventually was + appointed Chief Commissioner of the Central Provinces, and the Political Resident + at Hyderabad. He was Foreign Secretary to the Governor-General, and Finance + Minister of India, from 1868 to 1874. In January, 1874, he was appointed to + superintend the relief operations in the famine-stricken districts of Bengal. He + became Lieutenant-Governor of Bengal in 1875; was created a Baronet in August, + 1876; and was appointed Governor of the Presidency of Bombay in January, 1877, + which office he held till March, 1880. He sits for the Kingston Division of + Surrey.</p> + + + <h2><a id="ch37-7" name="ch37-7"></a>A Terrible New Year's Eve.</h2> + <h4>BY KATHLEEN HUDDLESTON.</h4> + <p>In a little Belgian village not many miles from Brussels the winter sun shone + brightly. It shone through the quaint old windows of a little, red-tiled cottage, + and on the figure of a girl who stood in the centre of the kitchen reading a long, + closely written letter. Over the blazing fire, where the "pot au feu" was + simmering, bent an old woman, and the girl's voice came joyously to her as she + stirred the savoury mess.</p> + <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/055-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/055-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "MY AUNT, PAUL HAS SENT FOR ME."</p> + </div> + <p>"My aunt, Paul has sent for me. At last he has got permanent work. It is nothing + very great at present, but it may lead to better things, and the pay is enough, + with what he has saved, to enable him to rent a little 'appartement.' If I can, he + wants me, with our little Pierre, to catch the coach at 'Les Trois Frères' + to-morrow. We should then reach Brussels by night and spend our New Year + together."</p> + <p>As Babette spoke, her cheeks all flushed with hope and joy, the eyes of both the + women rested on a cradle that stood in the room. In this, baby Pierre, only a + twelvemonth old, lay sleeping peacefully.</p> + <p>Then said the old woman, sadly, "I shall miss you, dearest, and the baby too. + Still, it is only right you should go. Perhaps in the summer you may return for a + bit. Time passes quickly. A year ago you were weeping over Paul's departure; and + now, behold, you are going to join him, and lay in his arms the son he has never + seen."</p> + <p>Babette nodded. She was between tears and smiles. There was grief, true and + deep, at leaving the dear old aunt, who had been so good to her and to her child. + There was joy at the thought of seeing again the brave young husband whom she had + wedded in the little village church two years before, and from whom the parting had + been so bitter, when he left her, just before the birth of their baby boy, to seek + work in the Belgian capital.</p> + <p>But there was no time to waste. After the simple mid-day meal there were many + things to be done, and all through the short winter day they were busy. There was a + bundle of warm wraps to be put together for Babette to take with her. Her little + trunk, with Pierre's cradle, and some odds and ends of furniture, would follow in a + few days, when her aunt had collected and packed them all. Her little store of + money was counted over. Alas! it was very slender. She must travel quickly and + cheaply if it was to last her till she reached Brussels.</p> + <p>"Jean's cart will take you as far as 'Les Trois Frères,'" said the old + lady, cheerfully, after finding that counting the little heap of francs and + half-francs over and over did not increase them. "That will save something. You can + catch the coach that stops there at two, and by six you will be in Brussels. I pray + the little one may not take cold."</p> + <p>Babette agreed to all her aunt suggested. Jean was a farmer of the village; + well-to-do and good-natured. She knew he would gladly give her a seat in his + waggon, which was going next day to "Les Trois Frères," an inn six miles + from the village. The coach for Brussels stopped there twice a week, and when once + she had taken her place in it, the worst of her journey would be over.</p> + <p>They went to rest early that night, and by eleven next morning the last good-bye + had been said. Pretty Babette was seated by the side of Farmer Jean, with her baby + boy, wrapped up in numerous shawls, clasped tightly to her, and the great Flemish + horses were plodding, slowly but surely, towards "Les Trois Frères".</p> + <p>The day was not as bright as the preceding one. Snow had fallen during the + night, and the sky looked heavy, as though there were more to come. Babette + shivered, in spite of her long, warm cloak. The roads were freezing hard, but they + managed to proceed for a mile or two, and then suddenly there came a sway and a + lurch, for one of the horses had slipped and fallen on the snowy road, and the + other was trying to free himself from his struggling companion by frantic kicks and + plunges.</p> + <p>Farmer Jean had a man with him, and between them they got the poor animal up, + while Babette stood in the cold highway, her baby peeping wonderingly from the + folds of her cloak.</p> + <p>The horse was bruised and cut about the knees, but otherwise unhurt, so the men + resumed their places; Babette climbed back to hers, and the heavy cart went jolting + on. The farmer cracked his whip, and whenever the road grew worse he or his man got + down and led the horses. In spite of this, their progress grew slower and + slower.</p> + <p>"I don't like to say so," said the master, "but we've two more miles to go, and + it is past one o'clock now. My girl, if the coach is gone, I'll get you back and + drive you in again next time it passes."</p> + <p>But Babette would not hear of this. Not to see Paul by nightfall! Not to be + clasped in his arms, she and little Pierre together, in one warm embrace! Not to + spend New Year's Day with him! No! she would not think of it. And yet when, more + than an hour later, they rolled into the yard of "Les Trois Frères," there + was no sign of the Brussels coach. It had started half an hour before. "Les Trois + Frères" was a quiet, homely inn, little used excepting when the coach + stopped there. Babette, pale and trembling, got down and ran into the bar, where + the landlord stood smiling behind a row of bright pewter taps.</p> + <p>"Am I too late for the coach?" she cried. "Has it gone?" And then, when the man + told her she was indeed too late, all strength and energy left her, and she sank + sobbing on the wooden bench by the door.</p> + <p>There were two other men in the room, who looked at her curiously; she was such + a pretty girl, even in the midst of her grief. One was an old pedlar, with his + well-filled pack on the floor beside him. He had a pleasant, homely face, and thin, + bent figure. The other was a middle-sized, powerful fellow, clean shaven and + beetle-browed, and dressed in shabby, ill-fitting garments. It was hard to tell + what his rank in life might be. He stared once again at Babette, and then handed + his glass to the host to be re-filled. The pedlar was the first to break the + silence.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/056-1.jpg"><img width="90%" + src="images/056-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "'CHEER UP, MY LASS', HE SAID KINDLY."</p> + <p>"Cheer up, my lass," he said, kindly; "I too have missed the coach, and I too + must reach Brussels to-night. I have two thousand francs in notes and gold in my + pocketbook, which are the savings of a lifetime, and I am going to pay them into + the bank tomorrow. Then I shall give up my trade and start a little shop."</p> + <p>"I would not talk too much about them in the meantime, friend. In some countries + it might be dangerous, but we are honest in Belgium."</p> + <p>It was the other man who spoke, and his voice, though rough, was not unpleasant. + He paid the landlord, caught up his stick, and with a curt "Good-day" passed out of + "Les Trois Frères."</p> + <p>"He, also, perhaps, is going to Brussels. He means to walk, and if he, why not + I?" said the pedlar. He had come in cold and tired, and the landlord's good ale had + made him slightly loquacious. "Yes, I shall try and walk. The roads are better + walking than driving. It is not so very many miles, and most likely I shall be + overtaken by some cart going the same way." And he rose as he spoke.</p> + <p>Babette rose also and caught him eagerly by the hand. "I will walk with you," + she cried. "I am strong, well shod, and the fastest walker in our village. We can + get to Brussels before dark, in spite of my having my boy to carry. Oh! bless you + for thinking of it, for now I shall see Paul before the year is out."</p> + <p>Nor would she be dissuaded. Farmer Jean came in and said something about snow. + "The sky was darkening for it already." But Babette was firm. The landlord's buxom + wife came forth from an inner room and offered her a lodging for the night, and + then, when she could not persuade her, helped her to wrap the baby up afresh, and + finally made her place in her pocket a tiny flask of brandy, "in case," she said, + "the snow should overtake them."</p> + <p>So they started. Babette had spoken the truth when she called herself a good + walker. She was but twenty, and was both slight and active. The pedlar too, in + spite of his bent form, got over the ground quickly. They had put four or five good + miles between themselves and "Les Trois Frères" when the snow began to fall. + It came down steadily in thick, heavy flakes. Babette drew her cloak yet closer + round her boy and they plodded on, but walking became more and more difficult, and + they grew both weary and cold. Suddenly, by the roadside, several yards ahead, they + saw a man's figure. He was coming to meet them, and drew near rapidly, and then + they recognised their friend in the shabby brown clothes, who had left the inn so + shortly before them.</p> + <p>"I saw you coming," he explained, "so came to meet you. Madame"—with a bow + to Babette, polite for one so uncouth looking—"can go no further to-night; + the storm will not pass off yet. I live not far from here with my mother and + brothers, and if madame likes, we can all take shelter under my humble roof. It is + but a poor place, but you will be welcome, and doubtless we can find two spare + beds."</p> + <p>They could do nothing but thank him and accept his offer. Even Babette + acknowledged that all hope of reaching Brussels was now over. The New Year would + have dawned before she and her husband met.</p> + <p>The wind had risen and the snow, half turned to sleet, was now beating furiously + into their faces. It was all they could do to keep their feet. They struggled on + after their guide as best they could, till he turned out of the high road into a + lane; and thankful were they when he stopped, and, pushing open a gate that creaked + on rusty hinges, led them up a narrow, gravelled pathway to a small, bare house, + flanked on either side by some dreary bushes of evergreens.</p> + <p>In answer to his peremptory knock, the door was opened by a man slighter and + shorter than himself, but sufficiently like him to be known as his brother, and the + travellers staggered in—the door, with a heavy crash, blowing to behind + them.</p> + <p>Perhaps now for the first time it really struck Babette that she had been + headstrong in persisting in her journey, and in trusting herself and child to the + mercy of utter strangers so far from home. The same thought passed through the old + pedlar's mind, but it was too late to retreat, so they silently followed their new + host and his brother. They went down a passage and into a room, half kitchen, half + parlour, snugly and even comfortably furnished.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/058-1.jpg"><img width="80%" + src="images/058-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "A MAN AND A WOMAN SAT OVER THE FIRE."</p> + <p>Heavy wooden shutters dulled the noise of the boisterous gale outside. A thick + red curtain hung over the door, and a cheery log fire burnt in the stove. A man and + woman sat over it; the man, a tall, repulsive-looking creature, with unkempt hair + and matted beard, his age apparently about fifty. The woman looked seventy or more. + She too had once been tall, but now old age gave her a withered, witch-like + appearance, in spite of her great height. She was dressed in limp, faded garments, + with a tattered shawl crossed over her chest, and had a scared, miserable look in + her bleared old eyes. There were a few words of explanation from the man who had + come home, and then, in gruff but not unkindly tones, he bade Babette be seated, + and told his mother to get some supper speedily. She spread a coarse cloth on the + wooden table, and when all was ready, lifted a large black saucepan from the stove + and turned out a smoking, savoury-looking stew. The youngest son produced a bottle + containing the thin acid wine of the country, and another of spirits. As he set + them on the table, Babette noticed that across one of his hands, which were much + smaller and whiter than those of his brothers, there ran a dull red scar that + looked as if he had had a bad cut there. Then they all sat down, excepting the old + mother, who busied herself in waiting on them.</p> + <p>"It's the last good meal you'll get for some time, I'm thinking," she croaked, + as she watched them devouring their supper, "unless you turn to and find more work + than you've done lately. The landlord called for his rent again to-day and swore he + would wait no longer, but turn us out if we did not pay in three days' time."</p> + <p>"Curse him!" muttered the man who had brought the strangers in, half under his + breath; then aloud he added, "Shut up, good mother: remember, we have visitors; and + one a man of property, who will hardly sympathize with our poverty."</p> + <p>Babette looked up as he spoke, and intercepted a glance so strange and savage + that passed between the brothers and then rested on her friend the pedlar, that + involuntarily she shuddered and turned pale.</p> + <p>The old man, however, did not appear to notice anything unsatisfactory in the + appearance or manners of his hosts. He had eaten to his liking, and had allowed the + grim-looking eldest brother to fill his glass again and again with "Genievre" till + his face began to flush, and his eyes grew dazed and heavy. Babette felt more and + more uneasy. Oh! to be back at "Les Trois Frères" again, or even out in the + snowy road! Anything would be better than sitting in this lonely house, with those + three forbidding faces glaring on her. She rose hastily and caught up her sleeping + child. "I am very tired, good people," she said, timidly, "and I must start betimes + in the morning. If I might go to bed now, I should be so thankful."</p> + <p>In answer to her request, the old woman lighted a candle, and Babette followed + her upstairs into a small, low chamber. There was no superfluous furniture in it, + but the little bed looked clean and inviting, and the curtains that hung in front + of the tiny window were made of light, fresh-looking chintz. Facing the bed was a + door, leading apparently into another room. Babette wondered if it was the one her + friend the pedlar was to occupy, but she was not long left in doubt. The old woman + wished her good-night and left her, and Babette, after hushing her boy to sleep + again, had just sunk wearily into the one chair the room boasted, when she heard a + slow, heavy step ascending, and knew the pedlar was coming to bed. He shut the + outer door behind him, and began arranging his pack.</p> + <p>Babette could hear the pedlar moving backwards and forwards with uncertain, + tired footsteps. There was no sound below, even the wind was hushed. She drew aside + the curtains and looked out, and saw that the snow had ceased to fall, and lay + thick and white on the ground.</p> + <p>Then there came a sudden presentiment upon her. A sense of danger, vague and + undefined, seemed to surround her. It was all the more terrible on account of its + vagueness. She did not know what she feared, yet the terror of something horrible + was strong upon her.</p> + <p>She slipped off her boots, and stole gently up to the door that divided her room + from the pedlar's.</p> + <p>"Sir," she whispered, "you are very, very tired, and will sleep heavily. I am so + anxious, I don't know why; but forgive me and do trust me. Push your pocket-book + that contains your money under the door. See—it does not fit tight! We don't + know who the people of the house are: they may try to rob you. I will tie it up + inside my baby's shawls, and will give it back to you as soon as we are out of this + place. Oh, would to God that we had never entered it! Your money will be safe with + me, and they will never think of looking for it here. Will you give it me?"</p> + <p>In answer to her pleadings, a shabby little leather book was pushed into her + room. As she picked it up and proceeded to hide it securely away beneath the baby's + many wrappings, the pedlar said, in a voice rendered hoarse and indistinct by the + spirits he had partaken of in such unaccustomed quantities: "Here, my dear, take + it. It will, I know, be safe with you. I feel so tired that I don't think a cannon + would wake me to-night once I get to sleep." He groped his way to his bed, and + flung himself down on it, dressed as he was. Soon Babette heard him snoring loudly + and regularly, and then she took off her clothes, and rolling her cloak around her, + lay down by the side of her child.</p> + <p>In after years, when she looked on that awful time, she often wondered how, + feeling as she did that she was surrounded by so many unknown perils, she had ever + closed her eyes. Perhaps the long walk and the excitement she had undergone + accounted for the profound sleep into which she fell almost immediately, and from + which she was aroused in the dead of night by a noise in the next room. It was + neither snore nor cry. It was more like a long, shuddering gurgle, and + then—silence! Frightful, terrible silence, broken at last by the sound of + stealthy footsteps and hushed voices. Babette sunk down on her pillow again, her + baby clutched in her arms. A voiceless prayer went up to Heaven for the child's + safety and her own, for already she heard them approaching her door, and made sure + her last hour was come. Through nearly closed eyelids she watched two of the men + enter; the one who had brought them to the house and his elder brother. They were + muttering curses, low but deep.</p> + <p>"To have risked so much for nothing!" whispered one. "Can she have it, or was + the old fool jesting with us?"</p> + <p>"It's a jest that has cost him dear," answered the other, as he watched his + brother search the girl's clothes and then slip his murderous hands beneath her + pillow. He withdrew them empty.</p> + <p>"Shall we settle her?" he asked, "or let her go? Is it not best to be on the + safe side?"</p> + <p>But the smooth-shaven one said, decisively: "Let her alone; we have enough to + answer for. See, she is sound asleep, and if not, it will be easy to find out + before she reaches Brussels how much she knows. Let her be."</p> + <p>Babette lay like a log, stirring neither hand nor foot. In that awful moment, + when her life or death was trembling in the balance, her mother love, that divine + instinct implanted in every woman's breast, came to her and saved her. She knew + that if she moved her baby's life was gone—her own she hardly cared about + just then. But those little limbs that were nestling so soft and warm against her + own, and that little flaxen head that was cuddled against her arm, for their sake + she was brave.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/060-1.jpg"><img width="100%%" + src="images/060-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "SHE LAY MOTIONLESS"</p> + <p>So she lay motionless and listened, fearing that the men would hear even the + quick, heavy throbs of her heart. But they did not. They searched quickly and + systematically amongst all her clothing. They felt under her pillow again, but + never thought of looking at the shawls of the baby who lay so peacefully by her + side; and then at last they crept away and closed the door gently behind them.</p> + <p>The room was in utter darkness. For ages, as it seemed, Babette lay there, + afraid to stir, and listening vainly for some sound; then she sat up, all white and + trembling.</p> + <p>"My God!" she thought. "What awful thing has happened? Oh, give me strength and + courage, for my baby's sake."</p> + <p>As an inspiration, there came to her the thought of the little bottle that the + good-natured landlady of "Les Trois Frères" had given her. She felt in the + pocket of her dress and drew it out, taking a long, deep draught of the fiery + spirit. She had been on the verge of fainting, though she knew it not, and the + brandy put new life into her. She listened for a long time and then + gently—very gently—she crept out of bed and drew aside the little + curtain from the window.</p> + <p>Perhaps a wild idea of escaping into the cold, dark night outside, aided by a + sheet or blanket, flashed through her brain. If so, she soon realized that it would + not be practicable. The window was not high, but it was small, and divided by + thick, old-fashioned bars of iron. To get out was impossible.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/061-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/061-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "SHE STOOD CONSIDERING."</p> + </div> + <p>As she stood considering, a thin, flickering moonbeam crept in and partially + lighted up the room. It fell on to the door that led into the pedlar's chamber, and + showed her something dark and slimy that was flowing slowly—slowly from under + it into her room. She did not cry out or fall senseless. She bent down and put her + hand into it, and saw that it was blood—her poor old friend's + life-blood—for she knew now beyond all doubt that he had been murdered for + the sake of his supposed wealth.</p> + <p>She knew she was helpless till morning. To get out of the house was impossible, + for to do so she must pass down the stairs and through the room below, where + probably they were either sleeping or watching. If she had courage and could only + let them think she knew and suspected nothing, she might still escape. Surely they + would not dare to murder her also, for they knew her husband would be expecting her + next day, and would be looking for her if she did not come.</p> + <p>With another prayer, this time uttered shiveringly, for the soul of the pedlar, + she nerved herself to get into bed again, and lay there till morning with her child + against her heart; gazing with staring, sleepless eyes at the door which divided + her from that awful room; keeping surely the most terrible vigil that ever woman + kept.</p> + <p>At last the morning dawned, clear and bright. A frost had set in, and the roads + were clean and hard, the sky was blue. If it had not been for that ghastly stain + that had crept across the far end of her room, she might almost have thought that + the events of the night had been but a fearful dream.</p> + <p>Her child awoke, fresh and smiling, and she could hear them stirring in the + living room below. She felt that now, indeed, the hardest part of her task was + still before her. On a little table by the side of her bed there was a small, + cracked looking-glass. When she was dressed she looked into it and saw that it + reflected a face death-like in its pallor, with burning lips and feverish eyes. She + took the bottle from her pocket again and gulped down the rest of its contents. It + sent a flush into her cheeks and steadied the sick trembling that was shaking her + through and through.</p> + <p>Without stopping to think or look round again, she took up her boy and descended + the stairs, and entered the room where they had supped on the previous night.</p> + <p>The old woman was its sole occupant now. She was bending over the fire frying + something for breakfast, and the table in the centre of the room was prepared for + the meal. She looked if possible more untidy and slovenly than when Babette had + last seen her, and greeted the girl with a feeble smile.</p> + <p>Then she poured her out a cup of coffee, and Babette had sat down and begun to + sip it (for she knew she must make a pretence of breakfasting) when the eldest son + came in. There was a very uneasy look upon his evil-looking face.</p> + <p>"How are you?" he asked, sullenly, as he sat down opposite her. "I hope, rested. + Did you sleep well?"</p> + <p>Never afterwards did she know how she found courage to answer him as she did, + quietly and firmly:—</p> + <p>"Yes, very well, thank you. But my friend—he must have over-slept + himself—why is he not down?"</p> + <p>The old woman dropped a plate with a clatter and turned round. The man looked + Babette straight in the face as he replied, and she met his glance with one just as + steady.</p> + <p>"The pedlar is gone," he said, as he sugared his coffee carefully. "He paid his + bill and was off before seven. You will probably see him in Brussels, for he was + going there."</p> + <p>"Yes," repeated Babette, "I shall very likely meet him in Brussels, but I don't + even know his name. And I, too, good people, ought to be starting. The morning is + fine, and walking will be easy." She drank down her coffee as she spoke and rose. + "I cannot eat," she exclaimed, seeing that they both looked suspiciously at the + thick slice of currant-bread, that lay untouched on her plate. "I think I am + excited at the thought of seeing my husband again. It seems so long since we + parted, and now we shall meet so soon."</p> + <p>In her own ears her voice sounded far away and unnatural, but they did not seem + to notice anything strange in her. The old woman, with a meek "Thank you," took the + humble payment she tendered, and they let her go; only the big, burly eldest son + stood at the door and watched her as she went slowly down the little pathway and + out through the creaking gate into the snowy road. She only looked back once, and + then she saw that a dingy signboard hung in front of the house. The picture of what + was meant for a cow, and had once been white, was depicted on it, and the words "A + la Vache Blanche" were clumsily painted underneath. So the house was an inn, + evidently, and as Babette read the words she dimly remembered having heard, long + ago, that there was an inn of that name not far from Brussels. It was kept by some + people named Marac, whose characters were anything but good, and who had been + implicated in several robberies that had taken place some years before, although + the utmost efforts of the police had failed to trace any crime directly home to + them.</p> + <p>"Oh, heavens! Why did I not see that sign last night?" the girl thought, + despairingly, as she trudged along the hard, frosty road. "It would have saved his + life and perhaps my reason."</p> + <p>She sped along faster and faster, for the house was now quite out of sight. In + the distance the way began to wind up-hill, and a stunted, leafless wood straggled + along one side of the highway. Babette was just considering whether going through + it would shorten her journey, when a woman, dressed in the ordinary peasant costume + of the country, emerged from it and came towards her with quick, firm steps. She + was tall and rather masculine looking. The black Flemish cloak she wore hung round + her in straight, thick folds. She carried a market basket on one arm; a neat white + cloth concealing the eggs and butter that probably lay underneath.</p> + <p>"Good-day," she said, in thick, guttural tones, as she reached Babette. "Are you + on the way to Brussels?"</p> + <p>Babette made way for her to pass, somewhat shyly.</p> + <p>"Yes," she said, "and I am in haste; but the roads are heavy and I have my baby + to carry."</p> + <p>As she answered, her eyes happened to fall on the stranger's right hand, which + was ungloved and clasping the basket. And as she looked her heart seemed suddenly + to quiver and stand still, for across that strong right hand there ran a deep red + scar, precisely similar to the one she had noticed on the previous night on the + hand of the youngest brother at the "Vache Blanche."</p> + <p>It did not take long for the whole horrible truth to flash across her. Doubtless + they had felt insecure after their terrible deed, and the youngest Marac had been + dispatched after her, disguised as a woman, with instructions to way-lay her by + some shorter cut, in order to find out if she was really ignorant of the frightful + way in which the pedlar had met his untimely end.</p> + <p>As these thoughts chased each other through her mind, she felt as if her great + terror was slowly blanching her face, and her limbs began to tremble till she could + hardly drag herself over the ground. But her baby's warm little heart, beating so + closely against her own, once more gave her strength. She dropped her eyes so that + she might no longer see that awful hand, and tottered on by the new-comer's side, + striving to imagine that it was indeed only a harmless peasant woman who was + walking by her and trying to remember that every step was bringing her nearer to + Brussels and protection. Her companion glanced at her curiously, and Babette + shivered, for she fancied she saw suspicion in the look.</p> + <p>"You seem tired." she, or rather he, said, always speaking in the same low, + thick tones. "Brussels is barely two miles off, and it is yet early, but perhaps + you have not rested well. Where did you sleep?"</p> + <p>Too well did the girl know why that question was asked her, and now that her + first sickening horror was over, her brave spirit nerved itself once more.</p> + <p>"I was journeying with a friend yesterday," she replied, "when the snow-storm + overtook us. Luckily we met a man whose home lay in our road. He was very good, and + took us there and gave us supper and beds."</p> + <p>The stranger laughed.</p> + <p>"A good Samaritan, indeed! And your friend? Where is he now? Did he find his + hosts so hospitable that he was unable to tear himself away?"</p> + <p>"No," said Babette, gently, "he started early; before I came down he was far on + his road. They were very good to me, and gave me coffee before I left. I am a poor + woman, and could do but little to repay them. The two francs I gave them were + almost my last."</p> + <p>This speech, uttered in such a soft, even voice—for Babette had schooled + herself well by now—seemed to satisfy her companion, and they walked on side + by side in silence for what seemed to the poor girl the longest hour she had ever + passed.</p> + <p>At last, in the far distance there rose the spires and roofs of Brussels. The + chiming of church bells came gaily towards them through the frosty air, and Babette + knew that her terrible journey was well-nigh ended. At the entrance of the town the + stranger stopped.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/063-1.jpg"><img width="90%" + src="images/063-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "GOOD-BYE."</p> + <p>"Good-bye," she said, curtly; "I am late for the market, and must sell my eggs + quickly or shall not get my price."</p> + <div style="float:right; width:60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/064-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/064-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "SHE SANK DOWN IN A HEAVY, DEATH-LIKE SWOON."</p> + </div> + <p>She turned down a side street and disappeared, and Babette felt her strength and + mind both failing her now that she was out of danger. She staggered weakly into a + big, dim church, by the door of which the parting happened to have taken place. + Here she sank down in a heavy, death-like swoon in front of one of the side altars, + with her baby wailing fretfully at her breast. When she came to herself again she + was seated in the sacristy, and her hair and face were wet with the water they had + flung over her. By her side stood a black-robed, kindly-faced curé and two + or three women, who were trying to force some wine down her throat. By degrees her + strength came back, and she raised herself and asked piteously for her child. Then, + when he was in her arms, she told her story.</p> + <p>Wonder, horror, and bewilderment all dawned in turns on her hearers' + countenances, and it was not until she unpinned her baby's shawls and handed the + shabby pocket-book to the priest that they were quite certain they had not to deal + with some poor, wandering lunatic. But when the money had been looked at and + replaced, then, indeed, they saw the necessity for prompt action. The curé + caught up his hat, and, after whispering a few words to the women, hurried out of + the sacristy.</p> + <p>"He is gone to the police," said one. "Poor child"—laying her hand + caressingly on the girl's damp hair—"what hast thou not passed through! + Mercifully the mass was not over, so we found thee at once. Lie still and rest. + Give me but thy husband's name and address, and in one little half-hour he shall be + by thy side."</p> + <p>And so he was, and then, when she had been examined by the chief of the police + and sobbed out her story all over again, from the shelter of Paul's broad arms, she + felt safe at last. She went peacefully home with her husband, and after a good + night's rest in the little rooms he had taken for her, she was able to listen + calmly when told next day of the capture of the whole Marac family. They had been + taken red-handed in their guilt, for had not the pedlar's body been found in a + disused cellar under their house?</p> + <p>He was brought to Brussels to be buried, but his name was never known, and his + money was never claimed. Probably, as he had told Babette, he had been a friendless + old man, wandering alone from place to place.</p> + <p>The police were generous. Half his money was given to the poor and the rest was + handed to Babette, and helped to furnish her new home. A simple stone cross now + marks the unknown pedlar's grave: but flowers bloom there abundantly, and though + nameless, he is not forgotten. Many a prayer is uttered for him both by Babette and + her children, for the memory of that terrible New Year's Eve will never fade from + her mind.</p> + + <h2><a id="ch37-8" name="ch37-8"></a>Personal Reminiscences of Sir Andrew + Clark.</h2> + <h4>BY E. H. PITCAIRN.</h4> + <div style="float:right; width:60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/065-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/065-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + SIR ANDREW CLARK.</p> + </div> + <p>With a heartfelt pang, hundreds read in an evening paper on October 20th of the + serious illness of Sir Andrew Clark, so truly spoken of by George Eliot as "the + beloved physician." Only the previous day he had presided at the Annual Harveian + Oration as President of the College of Physicians.</p> + <p>He had more than one warning by severe attacks of illness, and by the recurrence + of very painful symptoms, that he was over-taxing his strength, but they were + unheeded. A patient once told him he had a horror of having a fit. "Put it away," + said Sir Andrew; "I always do." There was only one person to whose fatigue and + exhaustion he was indifferent that was himself.</p> + <p>It is said that he always hoped to die in his carriage or consulting-room, and + it was in the latter, while talking with a lady (the Hon. Miss Boscawen) about some + charity, that he was seized with the illness which ended so fatally. In his case it + is no morbid curiosity which makes thousands interested in every detail concerning + him.</p> + <p>On one day as many as six hundred people, several of whom were quite poor + patients, called to ask how he was, and daily inquiries from all parts, including + the Royal Family were a proof how much he was respected. Very peacefully, on + Monday, November 6th, about five o'clock, he passed away, and on the following + Saturday, after a service at Westminster Abbey, he was buried at Essendon, near + Camfield, the property he had so lately bought and where he spent his last holiday. + The world has already been told how the English nation showed their respect for the + President of the College of Physicians, and in him the profession he so dearly + loved was honoured.</p> + <p>What was the reason of this demonstration of respect? Because individuals seem + to have felt a sense of irreparable <i>loss</i>. Very many have the idea that there + are few others with his gifts who would respond in the same way to their demand for + sympathy and help; for Sir Andrew's interest in each patient was real. There was an + attractive force about him, difficult to describe, and which only those who knew + him could understand, for he was nothing if not original. It is impossible in this + brief sketch to give an adequate portrait of a great personality and to tell the + story of his life's work. I shall but try to mention some of his distinctive + qualities and characteristics, illustrated by a few facts. Two or three real + incidents sometimes give a better idea of a man's character than pages of + generalities.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/066-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/066-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE GRAVE IN ESSENDON CHURCHYARD.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Mavor & Meredith.</i></p> + <p>Sir Andrew was born at Aberdeen in October, 1826. His father died when he was + seven years old, and his mother at his birth. To the end of his life he regretted + never having known a mother's love. His childhood, spent with two uncles, does not + seem to have been very happy, and he had no brother or sister. He was educated at + Aberdeen and Edinburgh, and at the former place took his degree.</p> + <p>As a young man he gained first medals in anatomy, physiology, chemistry, botany, + materia medica, surgery, pathology, and practice of physic.</p> + <p>At twenty-two, in very delicate health, he entered the Royal Navy as + assistant-surgeon, and was appointed to the hospital at Haslar. His subsequent + medical career is pretty generally known. He obtained almost every possible honour, + culminating in the Presidency of the College of Physicians for the lengthy term of + six years.</p> + <p>Sir Andrew was devoted to the College. He made an excellent President, and a + dignified, courteous, and just chairman. His successor will find it no easy task to + fill his place.</p> + <p>He took an intense interest in all that concerned the welfare of the College, + and gave many proofs of his affection, one of the last being a donation of + £500 last year towards its redecoration. Not a great many laymen know the + College by sight. It is a corner building in Trafalgar Square, the entrance facing + Whitcomb Street. The meetings of the Fellows are held in the magnificent library, + lined with 60,000 volumes, chiefly classics. Opening out of the library is the + Censors' room, panelled with old oak, and hung with portraits of former Presidents, + chiefly by old masters. At an examination the President sits at the end of the + table with his back to the fireplace, the Registrar (Dr. Liveing) opposite, and the + Censors on either side. In front of the President is a cushion with the Caduceus, + the Mace, and the Golden Cane. It was in the library that Sir Andrew presided at + the Harveian Oration the day before he was taken ill.</p> + <p>Sir Andrew could not be judged of by the surface. As Sir Joseph Phayres truly + says: "I have known him intimately, and the more I knew him the more I respected + and admired him." Those who knew him best loved him best. One has only to read how + one leading man after another writes of him with enthusiastic appreciation (in the + <i>Medical Journal</i>) to learn what his colleagues thought of his medical skill + and personal character.</p> + <p>A bishop recently spoke of him as the truthful doctor: and a young girl, who + from a small child had stayed with him, told me he would always correct himself if + he had told an anecdote the least inaccurately; and one day this summer when + walking round their garden with him she said the caterpillars had eaten all their + gooseberry trees; "I mean the gooseberry <i>leaves</i>," she added. Sir Andrew + immediately said, "I am glad you are particular to say what is exactly true"; but, + she added, there was always <i>something</i> to remember in everything he said. + With regard to another point, a clergyman who knew Sir Andrew very intimately once + told me that "No man of this century had a more keenly religious mind; he was so + saturated with thoughts of God and so convinced that God had spoken to man. He was + intensely religious, with a profound sense of the supernatural; he certainly was a + great example to very busy men in the way he always managed to find time for + church, and even when called away to a distance he would, if possible, go to a + church near where he happened to be." In addition to these qualities, he was very + just, sympathetic, and generous.</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 80%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/067-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/067-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + CAMFIELD HOUSE, ESSENDON.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Mavor & Meredith.</i></p> + </div> + <p>I have come across many friends who knew him well, and it is interesting to note + that the same cardinal points seem to have struck everyone as the key-notes of his + life. In almost identical words each one speaks of his strong faith, his strict + veracity, and his intense devotion to duty. One of his old friends said to me the + other day: "<i>Nothing</i> would tempt Clark away from what he thought right; his + conscientiousness was unbounded."</p> + <p>His love of metaphysics, combined with a very high motive, made him naturally + interested in the <i>whole</i> man—body, mind, and spirit. To quote the words + of a well-known bishop: "It was his intrepid honesty which was so valuable a + quality. In Sir Andrew Clark men felt that he wished to do them good, and to do + them the best good, by making men of them."</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 60%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/067-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/067-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + SIR ANDREW CLARK'S HOUSE IN CAVENDISH SQUARE.<br /> + <i>From a Photograph by Mavor & Meredith.</i></p> + </div> + <p>The bishop told me a characteristic anecdote illustrating this: "A clergyman + complained to him of feeling low and depressed, unable to face his work, and + tempted to rely on stimulants. Sir Andrew saw that the position was a perilous one, + and that it was a crisis in the man's life. He dealt with the case, and forbade + resort to stimulants, when the patient declared that he would be unequal to his + work and ready to sink. 'Then,' said Sir Andrew, 'sink like a man!'" This is but + one of many incidents showing his marvellous power in restraining his patients and + raising them to a higher moral level. The writer could tell a far more wonderful + story of the saving of a drunkard, body and soul, but it is too touching and sacred + for publication. At the top of the wall of that well-known consulting-room (in + which Sir Andrew is said to have seen 10,000 patients annually), immediately facing + the chair where he always sat, are the words: "Glory to God."</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/068-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/068-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + CENSORS' ROOM—COLLEGE OF PHYSICIANS.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Mavor & Meredith</i>.</p> + <p>With regard to his profession he was an enthusiast. He termed medicine "the + metropolis of the kingdom of knowledge," and in one of his addresses to students, + said: "You have chosen one of the noblest, the most important, and the most + interesting of professions, but also the most arduous and the most self-denying, + involving the largest sacrifices and the fewest rewards. He who is not prepared to + find in its cultivation and exercise his chief recompense, has mistaken his calling + and should retrace his steps."</p> + <p>He had an ideal, and he did his utmost to live up to it. His words in many + instances did as much good as his medicine.</p> + <p>To explain what I mean I cannot do better than quote part of a letter received + since Sir Andrew's death, from a delicate, hardworking clergyman, whom I have known + some years. After speaking of Sir Andrew's painstaking kindness, "never seeming the + least hurried," he says: "He had a wonderful way of inspiring one with confidence + and readiness to face one's troubles. I remember his saying once, 'It is wonderful + how we get <i>accustomed</i> to our troubles,' and at another time, while + encouraging me to go on with work—reading for Orders: 'If one is to die, it + is better to die doing something, than doing nothing.' I have often found that a + help when feeling done-up and useless. In the old days when people used to go and + see him without an appointment, I have often sat for hours in his dining-room, + feeling so ill that I felt as if I should die before I saw him, but after having + seen him I felt as if I had got a new lease of life. I was not at all + hypochondriacal or fanciful, I think, but that was the moral effect of an interview + with him. I believe he revolutionized the treatment of cases like mine, and that + he, to a certain extent, experimented on me; at any rate, he treated me on + philosophical principles, and told me often" (he went to him for twenty years) + "that I had become much stronger than he had expected. He said to me several times: + 'You are a wonderful man; you have saved many lives.'"</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 80%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/069-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/069-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + ENTRANCE HALL—COLLEGE OF PHYSICIANS.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Mavor & Meredith</i></p> + </div> + <p>This my correspondent understood to mean the experiments had been + successful.</p> + <p>"He once said that if I had died at that time, there was not a doctor in London + would have approved of his treatment. He gave a description of my case some years + ago, in a lecture I think at Brighton—but of course without the name. The + particular weakness was valvular disease of the heart, the consequence of rheumatic + fever, and this treatment was founded on the principle that Nature always works + towards compensation. He told me many years ago that that particular mischief was + fully compensated for."</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 80%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/069-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/069-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE READING ROOM—COLLEGE OF PHYSICIANS.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Mavor & Meredith</i></p> + </div> + <p>He loved his work and never tired of it. He often told the story how his first + serious case, and encouraging cure, was himself. With severe hemorrhage of the + lungs, he was told it would be at the risk of his life if he went on with his + studies. A doctor, however, he made up his mind he would be, and that he would + begin by making every effort to cure himself. With characteristic determination, he + persisted in a strict regimen of diet and fresh air. "I determined," said Sir + Andrew, "as far as my studies would allow me—for I never intended to give + them up—to live in the fresh air, often studying out of doors; and in a short + time I was so much better that I was able to take gentle exercise. I got well, and + I may almost say I got over the trouble which threatened me." The lungs were + healed, and a result which seemed inevitable avoided. He would often say he + obtained his first appointment at the London Hospital chiefly out of pity, the + authorities thinking he would not live six months, but he outlived almost every one + of them.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/070-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/070-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE CADUCENS, MACE, BOOK, AND SEAL—COLLEGE OF PHYSICIANS<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Mavor & Meredith</i></p> + <p>No man could have kept on for fourteen and sixteen hours a day, as Sir Andrew + did, without unbounded enthusiasm and an absorbing interest.</p> + <p>His enormous correspondence must have been the great tax. Most people are + disinclined to write a dozen letters at the end of a hard day's work; but Sir + Andrew often came home at eight o'clock with the knowledge that letters would + occupy him until after midnight. His letters averaged sixty per day. These would be + answered by return, except where minute directions were inclosed.</p> + <p>Only the other day, a friend of his told me, Sir Andrew came in the morning, a + short time before he was taken ill, looking very tired and worried. On being asked + the reason, he said he had not slept all night, for he went to see a patient three + days before, and because he had not sent the table of directions, the patient wrote + saying he would not try his treatment. "I never slept," said Sir Andrew, "thinking + of the state of mind to which I had unavoidably reduced that poor patient."</p> + <p>In order to get through his work he had a light breakfast at 7.30, when he read + his letters, which were opened for him. From eight until two or three he saw + patients, his simple luncheon being taken in the consulting-room. He would then go + to the hospital, College of Physicians, or some consultation; he had often after + that to go to see someone at a distance, but he never worried a patient by seeming + in a hurry, however much pressed for time.</p> + <p>He had a very strong sense of responsibility, and would never rest himself by + staying the night if it were unnecessary. A rich patient in Devonshire once offered + him a large sum to stay until the next morning. "I could do you no good," said Sir + Andrew, "and my patients will want me to-morrow." Among his patients were almost + all the great authors, philosophers, and intellectual men of the day. Longfellow, + Tennyson, Huxley, Cardinal Manning, and numerous others were his warm friends. He + always declared he caught many a cold in the ascetic Cardinal's "cold house." An + old pupil truly says Sir Andrew had the rare faculty of surveying the conditions + and circumstances of each one, gathering them up, and clearly seeing what was best + to do. Professor Sheridan Delapine says: "He was specially fond of quoting + Sydenham's words: 'Tota ars medici est in observationibus.'"</p> + <p>After asking what was amiss and questioning them on what they told him, he would + say: "Give me a plan of your day. What is your work? When do you take your meals? + Of what do they consist? What time do you get up, and when do you go to bed?" + Notwithstanding the keenness of his eye and natural intuition, which found out + instantly far more than was told, he not only eagerly and attentively listened, but + <i>remembered</i> what his patient said. Sir Henry Roscoe gave me a striking + instance of this, and I cannot do better than quote his exact words:—</p> + <p>"I first made Sir Andrew's acquaintance about twenty years ago at Braemar, where + he was spending the autumn, and, as was his kindly wont, had with him a young + Manchester man, far gone in consumption, to whom he acted as friend, counsellor, + and physician. In our frequent walks and talks, I confided in the eminent doctor + that I had suffered from that frequent plague of sedentary men, the gout. 'Come and + see me any morning in Cavendish Square before eight,' said he, 'and I will do what + I can for you.' Many years slipped by; living then in Manchester, I never took + advantage of the kind offer, and I never saw Sir Andrew until some eight years + afterwards. I was calling on my old friend, Sir Joseph Whitworth, who at that time + had rooms in Great George Street. As I came quickly out of the front door, Clark's + carriage drove up, and almost before it stopped the Doctor 'bounced' out and we + nearly ran against each other. In one 'instant-minute,' as our American friends + say, he accosted me: 'Well! How's the gout?' He had no more idea of meeting me at + that moment than of meeting the man in the moon, and yet, no sooner had he seen my + face—which he had not looked upon for eight years—than the whole 'case' + flashed upon him. Since that time I have often seen him, and I shall always retain + not only a high opinion of his great gifts, but also an affectionate remembrance of + his great-heartedness."</p> + <p>Literary people and brain-workers particularly interested him, and they found in + the kind doctor a friend who understood them. He would advise all writing that + involved thought to be done in the morning before luncheon. The evening might be + spent in "taking in" or reading up the subject of a book or paper, but there must + be no giving out. For brain-workers who were not strong, he insisted on meat in the + middle of the day; he declared that for this class it was "physiologically wicked" + even to have luncheon without.</p> + <p>To one who spoke of fatigue after a comparatively short walk, he replied: "Walk + little, then. Many who work their brain are not up to much exercise. I hardly ever + walk a mile myself; but that need not prevent men having plenty of fresh air."</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/071-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/071-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE LONDON HOSPITAL<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Mavor & Meredith.</i></p> + <p>Some people laugh at his rules for diet, etc., forgetting that these simple + directions are based on deep knowledge of the human frame. Let them laugh. Many who + have tried them know they have been different people in consequence. His incisive + words—"My friend, you eat too much!" "My friend, you drink too much!" would + not he appreciated by all; but Sir Andrew thought nearly all diseases were the + outcome of the constant and apparently unimportant violation of the laws of health. + Those who were hopelessly ill would always hear the truth from him, but he would + leave no stone unturned to lessen their suffering. Many an incurable patient has he + sent to a home from the London Hospital, and visited them afterwards. Only the + other day I heard of patients he had sent to St. Elizabeth's, Great Ormond Street, + where incurable patients are nursed and cared for until they die, and never left + the hospital without leaving a guinea with one of the nuns. Sir Andrew had no + stereotyped plan. It was not merely the disease, but the individual he treated. A + friend told me he saved her aunt's life. She could not sleep, and Sir Andrew + ordered them to give her breakfast at five, "for after tossing about all night she + might sleep after having some food," and so it proved.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/072-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/072-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + THE HARRISON WARD—LONDON HOSPITAL.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Mavor & Meredith.</i></p> + <p>To others who might get well, he would say: "Fight for your life."</p> + <p>Twelve years ago a lady (whom I met lately) had hemorrhage of the lungs three + times. She was told by seven doctors in the country that she "had not a week to + live." She had young children, and determined to make a great effort to see Sir + Andrew Clark. He prophesied she would get well, providing she at once left the damp + climate where she was then living and made her permanent home at Malvern. A week + after she had taken his remedies she walked up the Wrekin. From that day she saw + Sir Andrew once every year, and looks upon herself as a monument of his skill.</p> + <p>"Die to live," was a favourite saying of Sir Andrew's. "In congenial work you + will find life, strength, and happiness." This certainly was his own experience. + Only in July last he said to the writer of this notice: "I never know what it is to + feel well now, but work is the joy of my life."</p> + <p>He could, however, place strict limits as to how much a <i>patient</i> might + work. It is well known how docile and obedient a patient he had in Mr. Gladstone. + One evening, coming downstairs muffled up to avoid a worse cold, he was met by Sir + Andrew with the greeting, "Where are you going?" "To the House," said Mr. + Gladstone. "No, you are not," replied his friend; "you are going straight to bed!" + and to bed he went. Sir Andrew also limited the time Mr. Gladstone should speak. On + one occasion, however, notwithstanding the fact that the peremptory adviser was + present, watch in hand, Mr. Gladstone, after throwing down the written speech as + the clock struck, went on for another half-hour! <a id="footnotetag37-1" name="footnotetag37-1"></a><a href="#footnote37-1"><sup>1</sup></a> + This disobedience was the exception which proved the rule.</p> + <p>Mr. Gladstone was a friend for whom Sir Andrew had the highest respect and + veneration, and hardly ever passed a day without going to see him. Shortly before + he was taken ill he said: "For twenty years I have never heard Gladstone say an + unkind or vituperative word of anyone."</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/073-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/073-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + NURSE HARRISON—LONDON HOSPITAL.<br /> + (The nurse who tended Sir Andrew Clark in his last illness.)<br /> + <i>From a Photograph by Mavor & Meredith.</i></p> + </div> + <p>With respect to fees, he always took what was offered: sometimes he would + receive £500 for a long journey, sometimes two guineas. The following is no + doubt but one of many similar experiences. After a hard day's work he was urgently + summoned to a place 120 miles from London. It was a very wet night. There was no + carriage to meet him; no fly to be had. After walking a mile or two he arrived at a + small farm, and found the daughter suffering from an attack of hysteria. Sir + Andrew, with his usual kindness, did what he could and evidently gave satisfaction, + for when he left the mother said: "Well, Sir Andrew, you have been so kind we must + make it double," and handed him two guineas. He thanked them and said: + "Good-bye."</p> + <p>Sir Andrew would never hear of charging more than his usual fee because a person + happened to be very rich. In a word, he was honest. On one occasion when going to + see a patient in the south, the doctor who was to meet him in consultation met Sir + Andrew at the station, told him they were rich, and quite prepared to pay a very + high fee. But Sir Andrew replied: "I did not come from London," and naming the + place where he was staying, said, "My fee is only a third of the sum you name." Sir + Andrew was not indifferent to fees; on the contrary, he rather took a pride in + telling how much he earned. He is said to have once received £5,000 for going + to Cannes, the largest <i>medical</i> fee known. Some, however, have wondered who + did pay him—so numerous were his non-paying patients. From Anglican and Roman + Catholic clergy, sisters, nuns, and all engaged in any charitable work (unless rich + men) he would never consent to receive a fee, at the same time making it felt that + unwillingness to accept his advice "would deprive him of a pleasure"; and it was + felt that this was literally true, and if anything the patients whom he saw "as a + friend" were shown more consideration than others. "Come and see me next week," he + said to one who demurred to the necessity for going again, knowing he would not + accept a fee, "and I will arrange that you shall not be kept waiting."</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/074-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/074-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + FACSIMILE OF A PRESCRIPTION WRITTEN BY SIR ANDREW CLARK.</p> + <p>The present Lord Tennyson writes: "We are among the many who are much indebted + to Sir Andrew Clark. It was in a great measure owing to him that my father + recovered from his dangerous attack of gout in 1888, when 'he was as near death as + a man could be.' After this illness Sir Andrew paid us a visit, at Aldworth, in the + summer of 1889. He told us that he had come in spite of a summons from the Shah, to + which he had replied that the Shah's Hakim could not obey, as he had promised to + visit his old friend—the old Poet. Sir Andrew added: 'This disobedience of + your humble and devoted physician for the sake of his friend, the crowned King of + Song, struck the crowned King of Kings so much that, so far from being offended, he + took a noble view, and, as a mark of signal honour, sent me the Star of the Second + Class of the Lion and Sun of Persia.'"</p> + <div style="float:left; width: 50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/075-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/075-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + SIR JAMES CLARK.<br /> + (Eldest son of Sir Andrew Clark.)<br /> + <i>From a Photograph by Wyrall, Aldershot.</i></p> + </div> + <p>Sundays were often spent out of town, at Hawarden and elsewhere, and latterly at + Camfield, the house so lately purchased. Both this and his town house were entirely + furnished, as he wished each to be complete in itself.</p> + <p>Already at Essendon the example of his life was felt to be a power for good, as + well as the kind interest he took in his poorer neighbours, inviting them up to his + house, promising to give the men a dinner at Christmas, etc. Yet Sir Andrew was no + "country gentleman"; his favourite recreation was books. On being asked: "Which way + are we looking? In which direction is London?" he replied: "I don't know." "Don't + you know how the house stands, or what soil it is built upon?" and again he had to + plead ignorance.</p> + <p>Nevertheless, his love of neatness made him notice if a place was in good order. + One day, driving over to see some neighbours, after congratulating them on the + well-kept garden, he was getting into the carriage, when he suddenly remembered he + had not told the gardener how much pleased he was with the whole place, and with + his usual courtesy insisted on going back to find him.</p> + <p>One of Sir Andrew's holidays was a trip to Canada, when he accompanied the + Marquis of Lorne and Princess Louise, on the former being appointed + Governor-General there. This he did as a friend, and in no way in a medical + capacity. He was most popular on the voyage out among the passengers, keeping the + ship alive with jokes and amusing stories, and many called him "Merry Andrew." He + was almost boyish in his keen enjoyment of a holiday. He was evidently devoted to + music, and was delighted with the beautiful string band the Duke of Edinburgh + brought on board at Halifax. In Canada, Sir Andrew was most warmly received and + universally liked by everyone. Amongst others he made the acquaintance of Sir John + Macdonald.</p> + <p>The Princess told me without doubt there was one predominating interest in his + mind, and that the supernatural—whether at a British Association meeting, the + College of Physicians, or speaking privately to his own friends. He realized the + impossibility of explaining by scientific methods the supernatural. He would often + say: "There is more in Heaven and earth than this world dreams of. Given the most + <i>perfect</i> scientific methods, you will find beyond abysses which you are + powerless to explore."</p> + <p>He had the greatest charm of mind, and, needless to say, was a delightful + companion. His topics of conversation were extremely varied: he liked dialectics + for talk and argument's sake, and enjoyed talking to those who had somewhat the + same taste. Possibly for this reason he did not fully appreciate children, although + they amused him, and he liked to understand their ideas. A friend of Sir Andrew's + staying with him at the time told me the following characteristic anecdote: One + afternoon during his autumn holiday in Scotland the footman came in to put coals on + the fire, and a child (a relation) coughed vehemently. "Why do you cough so much?" + said Sir Andrew. "To make James look at me," said the child. Sir Andrew was + "solemnly interested," and afterwards took it as a parable of a woman's nature, + which, speaking generally, he considered morally and ethically inferior to a man's. + In his opinion very many women were wanting in the two great + qualities—justice and truth—considering their own, their children's, or + their husband's interests first rather than what was absolutely right.</p> + <p>One subject that interested him very much was heredity, and he had, of course, + countless opportunities of studying it. "Temperance and morality," he would say, + "are most distinctly transmitted, especially by the mother; but," said Sir Andrew, + "in spite of heredity, I am what I am by my own choice."</p> + <p>Sir Andrew was a great reader. Metaphysics, philosophy, and theology were his + favourite subjects, especially the latter—he also occasionally read a good + novel. Reading was his only relaxation, for it was one he could enjoy while driving + or in the train. Dr. Russell, who was with him when going to attend the + tercentenary of Dublin College, tells the story how Sir Andrew not only read but + wrote hour after hour in the railway carriage, and, in addition, listened to the + conversation. Dr. Russell Reynolds, Sir James Paget, Sir Dyce Duckworth, and Sir R. + Quain were of the party, and the two latter joined Dr. Russell in remarking with + him that it would ruin his eyesight. "I am using my eyes, not abusing them," + replied Sir Andrew; "you cannot injure any organ by the exercise of it, but by the + excess of exercise of it. I would not do it were I not accustomed to read and write + without the smallest amount of mischief."</p> + <p>I much regret that lack of space prevents my describing the London Hospital as I + should like. Of most hospitals Sir Andrew was a governor, but his great interest + was the London, of which he and Lady Clark were both life governors.</p> + <p>While Sir Andrew was visiting physician he came regularly twice a week, as well + as for consultation. He was interested in everything that concerned the patients, + and always had a kind word for the nurses. One nurse in the Charlotte Ward (Sir + Andrew Clark's) said he used literally to shovel out half-crowns at Christmas when + he asked what the patients were going to do. Everyone speaks Of the pecuniary + sacrifice and strain his connection with the hospital involved. He endowed a + medical tutorship, also scholarships for students. Students, nurses, etc., would + eagerly listen to his informal expositions in the wards, as he invariably showed a + grasp of the subject that was equally minute and comprehensive. "He would start + from some particular point and work his way point by point down to the minutest + detail, not bewildering by a multiplicity of facts, but keeping them all in order + with perfect handling, until the framing of the whole thing stood out luminously + clear to the dullest comprehension. An old pupil says his well-known authoritative + manner was the result of a profound and laboriously acquired knowledge of his art, + acquired by years of careful work in hospital wards and post-mortem + rooms."—<i>Medical Journal</i>.</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/076-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/076-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + SIR ANDREW CLARK.<br /> + <i>From a Painting by G.F. Watts, R.A.</i></p> + </div> + <p>Happily there are two portraits of Sir Andrew. The last beautifully painted + picture by Mr. Watts (which by the great kindness of the artist is allowed to be + reproduced in this sketch) was only finished a few days before Sir Andrew was taken + ill—for he could only sit from eight till nine a.m. It is one of the series + Mr. Watts is so generously giving to the nation, and he "thinks it one of his + best." Sir Andrew himself was delighted with it, saying in his hearty way to Mrs. + Watts: "Why, it <i>thinks</i>!" The position in the picture by Frank Holl is + unfortunate.</p> + <p>Very imperfectly I have described the varied work of a man of limitless energy, + with an exceptionally keen appreciation of men and things. A great man has passed + away, and we are poorer in consequence.</p> + <hr style="clear:both;" /> + <blockquote class="footnote"> + <p> + <a id="footnote37-1" name="footnote37-1"></a> <b>Footnote 1</b>: <a + href="#footnotetag37-1">(return)</a> + </p> + <p>The substance of this anecdote which I quote from memory, appeared in the + <i>Daily News</i>, and happened at Newcastle.</p> + </blockquote> + + <h2><a id="ch37-9" name="ch37-9"></a>Beauties:—Children.</h2> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/077-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/077-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + Winnifred Emma Heale.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Heath & Bradnee, Exeter.</i><br /> + Edith Marguerite Dickinson.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by J. Hargreaves, Barrow-in-Furness.</i><br /> + Myrta Vivienne Stubbs.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Medringtons, Ltd., Liverpool.</i></p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/078-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/078-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + Kathleen Keyse<br /> + <i>From a Photograph.</i><br /> + Madge Erskine<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Allison & Allison, Belfast.</i><br /> + Dorothy Birch Done<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Stanley Hurst, Wrexham.</i></p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/079-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/079-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + Evelyn Mary Dowdell.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by G. Ridsdale Cleare, Lower Clapton, N. E.</i><br /> + Nelly M. Morris.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by J. W. Thomas, Colwyn Bay.</i><br /> + Aligander Smith.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Norman, May, & Co., Ltd., Malvern.</i></p> + + <h2><a id="ch37-10" name="ch37-10"></a>The Signatures of Charles Dickens (with + Portraits).</h2> + <h3>FROM 1825 TO 1870.</h3> + <h3>(Born 7th February, 1812; died 9th June, 1870.)</h3> + <h4>BY J. HOLT SCHOOLING.</h4> + <div style="float:right; width:50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/080-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/080-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 1.—FAMILIAR "BOOK COVER" SIGNATURE.</p> + </div> + <p>"Everybody knows what Dickens's signature is like"—says the reader who + bases acquaintance with it upon the familiar, gold-impressed facsimile on the + well-known red covers of his works—"a free, dashing signature, with an + extensive and well-graduated flourish underneath." (No. 1.)</p> + <p>Aye! But have you ever seen an original Dickens-letter? Have you ever handled, + not one, but hundreds of his documents—letters, franked envelopes, cheques + signed by Dickens, cheques indorsed by him, legal agreements bearing his signature, + and the original MSS. of his works? Owing to the kindness of owners and guardians + of Dickens-letters, etc. I have been able to supplement the materials in my own + collection by numerous facsimiles taken direct from a priceless store of + Dickens-MSS. Here are some of the specimens. We will glance over them, and in doing + so will view them, not merely as signatures, but also as permanently-recorded + tracings of Dickens's nerve muscular action—of his <i>gesture</i>. The + expressive play of his facial muscles has gone, the varying inflections of voice + have gone, but we still possess the self-registered and characteristic tracings of + Charles Dickens's hand-gesture.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:30%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/080-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/080-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 2.—WRITTEN IN 1825.</p> + </div> + <p>In No. 1 we have the signature of Dickens as he wrote it when aged forty-five to + fifty; in No. 2 there is the boy's signature at the age of thirteen, written to a + school-fellow. This youthful signature shows the existence in embryo form of the + "flourish" so commonly associated with Dickens's signature. It is interesting to + note that the receiver of this early letter has stated that its schoolboy writer + had "more than usual flow of spirits, held his head more erect than lads ordinarily + do," and that "there was a general smartness about him." We shall perhaps see that + the direct emphasis of so many of Charles Dickens's signatures which is given by + his "flourish" may be fitly associated with certain characteristics of the man + himself. We may also note that high spirits and vigorous nervous energy are + productive of redundant nerve-muscular activity in any direction—hand gesture + included.</p> + <!-- This is ugly, but I can't find a better way to centre two images which works in both Mozilla and IE --> + <div style="float:left; width:10%; clear:both;"> + + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/080-4.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/080-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 18.<br /> + <i>From a Miniature by Mrs. Janet Barrow</i>.</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-6.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/081-6.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 23.<br /> + <i>From a Miniature by Miss R. E. Drummond.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <p>Let us look at some other early signatures. Hitherto they have been stowed away + in various collections, and they are almost unknown.</p> + <div style="float:right; width:50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/080-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/080-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 3.—WRITTEN IN 1830.</p> + </div> + <p>The next facsimile, No. 3, is remarkable as being almost the only full signature + out of hundreds I have seen which lacks the flourish; this specimen is also worth + notice, owing to the "droop" of every word below the horizontal level from which + each starts—a little piece of nerve-muscular evidence of mental or physical + depression, which may be tested by anyone who cares to examine his own handwriting + produced under conditions which diminish bodily vigour or mental + <i>élan</i>.</p> + <div style="float:right; width:50%; clear:right;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/081-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 4.—WRITTEN IN 1831.</p> + </div> + <p>The writing of No. 4 is very like that of No. 3; the easy curves below the + signature are cleverly made, and while they indicate much energy, they also point + to a useful confidence in self, owing to the deliberate way of accentuating the + most personal part of a letter—its signature.</p> + <div style="float:right; width:50%; clear:right;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/081-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 5.—WRITTEN IN 1832.</p> + </div> + <p>No. 5 is the facsimile of a signature to a letter which was written in the + Library of the British Museum to "My dear Knolle"; the letter ends: "Believe me (in + haste), yours most truly." At this time—1832—Dickens was a newspaper + reporter, and it is curious to notice that in spite of "haste" he yet managed to + execute this complex movement underneath the signature. Its force and energy are + great, but we shall see even more pronounced developments of this flourish before + it takes the moderated and graceful form of confident and assured power.</p> + <div style="float:right; width:70%; clear:right;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/081-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 6.—WRITTEN IN 1833 OR 1834.</p> + </div> + <p>There is still more force and "go" about No. 6: it was written on "Wednesday + night, past 12," and also in haste. Dickens was reporting for the <i>Morning + Chronicle</i>, and was just starting on a journey, but yet there are here two + separate flourishes; one begins under the <i>s</i> of <i>Charles</i> and ends under + the <i>C</i> of that name; the other starts under the capital <i>D</i> and finishes + below the <i>n</i> of <i>Dickens</i>.</p> + <div style="float:right; width:50%; clear:right;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-4.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/081-4.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 7.—WRITTEN IN 1836.</p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width:50%; clear:right;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/081-5.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/081-5.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 8.—WRITTEN OCT. 1, 1836.</p> + </div> + <p>The intricacy of the next facsimile, No. 7, is an ugly but a very active piece + of movement. This group of curves is equal to about a two-feet length of + pen-stroke, a fact which indicates an extraordinary amount of personal energy. + Dickens was then writing his "Sketches by Boz," and this ungraceful elaboration of + his signature was probably accompanied by a growing sense of his own capacity and + power. During the time-interval between the signatures shown in Nos. 7 and 8, the + first number of the "Pickwick Papers" was published—March, 1836—and + Charles Dickens married Catherine Hogarth on the 2nd of April in that year. The + original of a very different facsimile (No. 9) was written as a receipt in the + account-book of Messrs. Chapman and Hall for an advance of £5.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:80%; clear:right;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/082-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/082-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 9.—WRITTEN IN 1837.</p> + </div> + <p>The six facsimiles numbered 9 to 15 deserve special notice. The originals were + all written in the year 1837, and I have purposely shown them because their + extraordinary variations entirely negative the popular idea about the uniformity of + Dickens's handwriting, and because these mobile hand-gestures are a striking + illustration of the mobility and great sensibility to impressions which were + prominent features in Charles Dickens's nature.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:30%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/082-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/082-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 10.—WRITTEN IN 1837.</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:70%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/082-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/082-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 11.—WRITTEN NOV. 3, 1837.</p> + </div> + <p>Common observation show us that a man whose mind is specially receptive of + impressions from persons and things around him, and whose sensibility is very + quick, can scarcely fail to show much variation in his own forms of outward + expression—such, for example, as facial "play," voice-inflections, + hand-gestures, and so on. Notice the originality in the position of the flourishes + shown in No. 9, and compare the ungraceful movement of it with the much more + dignified and pleasing flourishes in some of the later signatures. A whimsical + originality of mind comes out also in the curious "B" of "Boz" (No. 10).</p> + <div style="float:right; width:40%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/082-4.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/082-4.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 12.—WRITTEN NOV. 3, 1837.</p> + </div> + <p>The next pair—Nos. 11 and 12—are interesting. No. 11 shows the + signature squeezed in at the bottom of a page; the flourish was attempted, and + accompanied by the words: "No room for the flouish," the <i>r</i> of + <i>flourish</i> being omitted. No. 12 was written on the envelope of the same + letter.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:33%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/082-6.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/082-6.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 25.<br /> + <i>From a Drawing by H. K. Browne.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:33%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/083-5.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/083-5.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 29.<br /> + <i>From a Drawing by Alfred Count D'Orsay.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:33%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/084-4.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/084-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE ABOUT 30.<br /> + <i>From a Drawing by R.J. Lane, A.E.</i></p> + </div> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/082-5.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/082-5.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. l3.—WRITTEN NOV. 18, 1837.<br /> + <i>Taken from the Legal Agreement re "Pickwick."</i></p> + <div style="float:right; width:40%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/083-4.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/083-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 30.<br /> + <i>From a Portrait-Bust by H. Dexter.</i></p> + </div> + <p>No. 13 is a copy of a very famous signature: the original is on a great + parchment called "Deed of License Assignment and Covenants respecting a Work called + 'The Pickwick Papers,'" and which, after a preamble, contains the words: "Whereas + the said Charles Dickens is the Author of a Book or Work intituled 'The Posthumous + Papers of the Pickwick Club,' which has been recently printed and published in + twenty parts or numbers," etc. It is probable that the fact of the seal being + placed between <i>Charles</i> and <i>Dickens</i> prevented the flourish which + almost invariably accompanied his signatures on business documents; the marked + enlargement of this signature takes the place of the flourish, and shows an + unconscious emphasis of the <i>ego</i>. It would be almost unreasonable for us to + expect that so impressionable a man, who was also feeling his power and fame, could + abstain from showing outward signs of his own consciousness of abnormal success. + Yet, in the private letters of Dickens, the simple "C. D." is very frequent; a few + examples of it are given in this article, and their present number in no way + represents the numerical relation of these simple signatures to the more "showy" + ones. It may at once be said that this point of difference is alike interesting to + the student of gesture and to the student of Dickens's character. He was certainly + a very able man of business, and the wording of his "business" letters fully bears + out the idea conveyed by his "business" signature—so to speak—that + Dickens was fully aware of his own powers, and that, quite fairly, he did not omit + to impress the fact upon other people when he thought fit. Both the wording and the + signature of many of his private letters are simple and unostentatious to a high + degree. This curious fact, which is now illustrated by Charles Dickens's own + hand-gesture, ought to be remembered when people talk about Dickens's "conceit" and + "love of show." My explanation is, I think, both logical and true.</p> + <div style="float:right; width: 40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/083-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/083-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 14.—WRITTEN IN 1837.</p> + </div> + <p>No. 14 closes this series for the year 1837. It shows a quaint and pretty + signature on a wrapper.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/084-5.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/084-5.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + CHARLES DICKENS READING "THE CHIMES," 1844.<br /> + <i>From the original Sketch by David Maelise, R.A.</i></p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/083-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/083-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 15.—WRITTEN MARCH 12, 1841.<br /> + <i>(Announcing the Death of "Raven", a prominent character in "Barnaby + Rudge")</i></p> + <p>No. 15 shows part of a very humorous and famous letter announcing the death of + the raven which figures in "Barnaby Rudge." Notice the curious originality of form + shown in the capital <i>Y</i> and <i>R</i>. The wording of this letter is also + quaintly original, and the sensitive mind of this man again caused his + nerve-muscular action—his gesture—to harmonize with his mood. Points of + this kind, which the handwriting of Dickens illustrates so well, have a deeper + meaning for the observant than for the casual reader of a magazine article; they + indicate that these little human acts, which have been so long overlooked by + intelligent men, do really give us valuable data for the study of mind by means of + written-gesture.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/085-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/085-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + <br /> + CHARLES DICKENS AS "CAPTAIN BOBADIL" IN "EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR."<br /> + <i>From a Painting by C.R. Leslie, R.A.</i></p> + <div style="float:left; width:60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/083-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/083-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 16.—WRITTEN IN 1841</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/084-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/084-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 17.—WRITTEN IN 1841.</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:40%; clear:left;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/084-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/084-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 19.—WRITTEN IN 1845.</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/084-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/084-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 18.—WRITTEN IN 1843.</p> + </div> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <p>In No. 16 we see another and very original form of the "Boz" signature. No. 17 + has a curious stroke of activity above the signature. No. 18 is a fine, strong + signature.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-5.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/086-5.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 44.<br /> + <i>From the Painting by Ary Scheffer</i>.</p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width:60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/086-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 20.—WRITTEN MAY 12, 1848. (PASS TO THE STAGE.)</p> + </div> + <p>No. 19 is remarkably vigorous and active. The well-controlled activity and + energy of the signatures are now strongly marked. No. 20 explains itself; the + curious <i>P</i> of <i>Pass</i> is worth notice.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/085-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/085-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + CHARLES DICKENS AS "SIR CHARLES COLDSTREAM" IN "USED UP", 1850.<br /> + <i>From a Painting by Augustus Egg, R.A.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:right;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/085-3.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/085-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + CHARLES DICKENS IN HIS STUDY, 1854.<br /> + <i>From the Picture by E.M. Ward, R.A.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/086-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 21.—WRITTEN JULY 22, 1854.</p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width:40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-6.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/086-6.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 47.<br /> + <i>From an Oil Painting by W.P. Frith, R.A.</i></p> + </div> + <p>No. 21 is a stray illustration of clever and gracefully-executed movements which + abound in Dickens's letters.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:20%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/086-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 22.—WRITTEN WHEN ILL, OCT. 29, 1859</p> + </div> + <p>See, in No. 22, how illness disturbed the fine action of this splendid organism; + but illness did not prevent attention to detail—the dot is placed after the + <i>D</i>.</p> + <div style="clear:both"> + + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:70%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/086-4.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/086-4.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 23.—WRITTEN NOV. 1, 1860.</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:30%; clear:right;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/087-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 24.—WRITTEN JAN. 17, 1861.</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:70%"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/087-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 25.—WRITTEN NOV. 25, 1861.</p> + </div> + <div style="clear:both"> + + </div> + <p>When on a reading tour, Dickens wrote at Bideford the letter from which No. 23 + has been copied. After writing that he could get nothing to eat or drink at the + small inn, he wrote the sentence facsimiled. The exaggeration of the words is + matched by the use of two capital <i>T</i>'s in place of two small <i>t</i>'s. The + letter continues: "The landlady is playing cribbage with the landlord in the next + room (behind a thin partition), and they seem quite comfortable." No. 24 is another + instance of the variation which, in fact, obtained up to the very day before death. + No. 25 was written at Berwick-on-Tweed; it is an amusing letter, and states how the + local agents wanted to put the famous reader into "a little lofty crow's nest," and + how "I instantly struck, of course, and said I would either read in a room attached + to this house ... or not at all. Terrified local agents glowered, but fell + prostrate." By the way, notice, in No. 25, the emphasis of gesture on the + <i>me</i>.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:30%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-3.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/087-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + DICKENS AS "RICHARD WARDOUR" IN "THE FROZEN DEEP."</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-6.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/087-6.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + DICKENS IN HIS BASKET CARRIAGE.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Mason.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:33%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-4.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/087-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 49.<br /> + <i>From a Photograph</i>.</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:33%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/087-5.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/087-5.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 51.<br /> + <i>From a Photo. by Alphonse Maze, Paris.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:33%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/088-5.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/088-5.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + AGE 56.<br /> + <i>From a Photograph by Garney, New York.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="clear:both"> + + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:66%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/088-4.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/088-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + CHARLES DICKENS READING TO HIS DAUGHTERS, 1863.<br /> + <i>From a Photograph by R. H. Mason.</i></p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width:33%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/088-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/088-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 26.—WRITTEN FEB. 3, 1864.</p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width:33%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/088-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/088-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 27.—WRITTEN JUNE 7, 1866.</p> + </div> + <p>No. 26 is written in one continuous stroke with a noticeably good management of + the curves. The graceful imagination of this is very striking.</p> + <p>No. 27 shows the endorsement on a cheque.</p> + <div style="clear:both;"> + + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:left;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/088-3.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/088-3.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 28.—WRITTEN JUNE 6, 1870 (THREE DAYS BEFORE DEATH).</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:left;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/089-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/089-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 29.—WRITTEN JUNE 8, 1870 (ONE DAY BEFORE DEATH).</p> + </div> + <p>But we near the end. Doctors had detected the signs of breaking up, which are + not less plain in the written gesture, and had strenuously urged Dickens to stop + the incessant strain caused by his public readings. The stimulus of facing an + appreciative audience would spur him on time after time, and then, late at night, + he would write affectionate letters giving details of "the house," etc., but which + are painful to see if one notices the constant droop of the words and of the lines + across the page. Contrast the writing in No. 28, broken and agitated, with some of + the earlier specimens I have shown you. This was written three days before death. + The wording of the letter from which No. 29 has been copied tells no tale of + weakness, but the gesture which clothes the words is tell-tale. The words, and the + lines of words, run downward across the paper, and No. 29 is very suggestive of + serious trouble—and it is specially suggestive to those who have studied this + form of gesture: look, for example, at the ill-managed flourish.</p> + <p class="figure" style="clear:both;"><a href="images/089-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/089-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 30.—WRITTEN JUNE 8, 1870 (ONE DAY BEFORE DEATH.)<br /> + <i>From the last letter written by Charles Dickens.</i></p> + <p>Now comes a facsimile taken from the last letter written by Charles Dickens. It + has been given elsewhere, but, not satisfied with the facsimile I saw, I obtained + permission to take this direct from the letter in the British Museum. This was + written an hour or so before the fatal seizure. Every word droops below the level + from which each starts, each line of writing descends across the page, the simple + <i>C. D.</i> is very shaky, and the whole letter is broken and weak. Charles + Dickens was not "ready" at "3 o'clock"—he died at ten minutes past six p.m. + And so ends this too scanty notice of a great man's written-gesture.</p> + <hr /> + <p class="footnote">NOTE:—Considerations of space and of the avoidance of + technicalities have prevented a really full account of the written gesture of + Charles Dickens; scanty as the foregoing account is, the illustrations it contains + could not have been supplied by any one collector of Charles Dickens's letters. I + express my sincere gratitude to the many persons who have enabled me to give these + illustrations, and only regret that one collector refused my request for the loan + of some very early and interesting letters.</p> + <p>J.H.S.</p> + + + <h2><a id="ch37-11" name="ch37-11"></a>The Mirror.</h2> + <h4>By George Japy.</h4> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/090-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/090-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + <p>It has always been said that the Japanese are the French of the Orient. Be that + as it may, it is very clear that in certain traits which characterize the French, + there is no resemblance whatever between the people of those two nations.</p> + <p>Almost as soon as a French baby (a girl, be it understood) is born, its first + instinct is to stretch out its tiny hands for a mirror, in which to admire its + beautiful little face and its graceful movements. This natural, and we may say + inborn, taste grows with the child's growth, and ere the fair girl has reached her + seventeenth year, her ideal of perfect bliss is to find herself in a room with + mirrors on every side. There is indeed a room in the Palace of Versailles which is + the elysium of the Frenchwoman. It is a long room with looking-glasses from ceiling + to floor, and the said floor is polished so that it reflects, at any rate, the + shadow of the feet.</p> + <p>Now, in the little Japanese village of Yowcuski a looking-glass was an + unheard-of thing, and girls did not even know what they looked like, except on + hearing the description which their lovers gave them of their personal beauty + (which description, by-the-bye, was sometimes slightly biased, according as the + lover was more or less devoted).</p> + <div style="float:right; width:80%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/090-2.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/090-2.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HE PICKED UP ONE DAY IN THE STREET A SMALL POCKET<br /> + HAND-MIRROR."</p> + </div> + <p>Now it happened that a young Japanese, whose daily work was to pull along those + light carriages such as were seen at the last Paris Exhibition, picked up one day + in the street a small pocket hand-mirror, probably dropped by some English + lady-tourist on her travels in that part of the world.</p> + <p>It was, of course, the first time in his life that Kiki-Tsum had ever gazed on + such a thing. He looked carefully at it, and to his intense astonishment saw the + image of a brown face, with dark, intelligent eyes, and a look of awestruck + wonderment expressed on its features.</p> + <p>Kiki-Tsum dropped on his knees, and gazing earnestly at the object he held in + his hand, he whispered, "It is my sainted father. How could his portrait have come + here? Is it, perhaps, a warning of some kind for me?"</p> + <p>He carefully folded the precious treasure up in his handkerchief, and put it in + the large pocket of his loose blouse. When he went home that night he hid it away + carefully in a vase which was scarcely ever touched, as he did not know of any + safer place in which to deposit it. He said nothing of the adventure to his young + wife, for, as he said to himself "Women are curious, and then, too, + <i>sometimes</i> they are given to talking," and Kiki-Tsum felt that it was too + reverent a matter to be discussed by neighbours, this finding of his dead father's + portrait in the street.</p> + <p>For some days Kiki-Tsum was in a great state of excitement. He was thinking of + the portrait all the time, and at intervals he would leave his work and suddenly + appear at home to take a furtive look at his treasure.</p> + <div style="float:right; width:80%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/091-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/091-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "ALWAYS WITH THE SAME SOLEMN EXPRESSION."</p> + </div> + <p>Now, in Japan, as in other countries, mysterious actions and irregular + proceedings of all kinds have to be explained to a wife. Lili-Tsee did not + understand why her husband kept appearing at all hours of the day. Certainly he + kissed her every time he came in like this. At first she was satisfied with his + explanation when he told her that he only ran in for a minute to see her pretty + face. She thought it was really quite natural on his part, but when day after day + he appeared, and always with the same solemn expression on his face, she began to + wonder in her heart of hearts whether he was telling her the whole truth. And so + Lili-Tsee fell to watching her husband's movements, and she noticed that he never + went away until he had been alone in the little room at the back of the house.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:40%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/092-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/092-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "WHAT WAS IT SHE SAW?"</p> + </div> + <p>Now the Japanese women are as persevering as any others when there is a mystery + to be discovered, and so Lili-Tsee set herself to discover this mystery. She hunted + day after day to see if she could find some trace of anything in that little room + which was at all unusual, but she found nothing. One day, however, she happened to + come in suddenly and saw her husband replacing the long blue vase in which she kept + her rose leaves in order to dry them. He made some excuse about its not looking + very steady, and appeared to be just setting it right, and Lili-Tsee pretended + there was nothing out of the common in his putting the vase straight. The moment he + had gone out of the house, though, she was up on a stool like lightning, and in a + moment she had fished the looking-glass out of the vase. She took it carefully in + her hand, wondering whatever it could be, but when she looked in it the terrible + truth was clear. What was it she saw?</p> + <p>Why, the portrait of a woman, and she had believed that Kiki-Tsum was so good, + and so fond, and so true.</p> + <p>Her grief was at first too deep for any words. She just sat down on the floor + with the terrible portrait in her lap, and rocked herself backwards and forwards. + This, then, was why her husband came home so many times in the day. It was to look + at the portrait of the woman she had just seen.</p> + <p>Suddenly a fit of anger seized her, and she gazed at the glass again. The same + face looked at her, but she wondered how her husband could admire such a face, so + wicked did the dark eyes look: there was an expression in them that she certainly + had not seen the first time she had looked at it, and it terrified her so much that + she made up her mind not to look at it again.</p> + <p>She had no heart, however, for anything, and did not even make any attempt to + prepare a meal for her husband. She just went on sitting there on the floor, + nursing the portrait, and at the same time her wrath. When later on Kiki-Tsum + arrived, he was surprised to find nothing ready for their evening meal, and no + wife. He walked through to the other rooms, and was not long left in ignorance of + the cause of the unusual state of things.</p> + <p>"So this is the love you professed for me! This is the way in which you treat + me, before we have even been married a year!"</p> + <p>"What do you mean, Lili-Tsee?" asked her husband, in consternation, thinking + that his poor wife had taken leave of her senses.</p> + <p>"What do I mean? What do you mean? I should think. The idea of your keeping + portraits in my rose-leaf vase. Here, take it and treasure it, for I do not want + it, the wicked, wicked woman!" and here poor Lili-Tsee burst out crying.</p> + <p>"I cannot understand," said her bewildered husband.</p> + <p>"Oh, you can't?" she said, laughing hysterically. "I can, though, well enough. + You like that hideous, villainous-looking woman better than your own true wife. I + would say nothing if she were at any rate beautiful; but she has a vile face, a + hideous face, and looks wicked and murderous, and everything that is bad!"</p> + <p>"Lili-Tsee, what do you mean?" asked her husband, getting exasperated in his + turn. "That portrait is the living image of my poor dead father. I found it in the + street the other day, and put it in your vase for safety."</p> + <p>Lili-Tsee's eyes flashed with indignation at this apparently barefaced lie.</p> + <p>"Hear him!" she almost screamed. "He wants to tell me now that I do not know a + woman's face from a man's."</p> + <p>Kiki-Tsum was wild with indignation, and a quarrel began in good earnest. The + street-door was a little way open, and the loud, angry words attracted the notice + of a <i>bonze</i> (one of the Japanese priests) who happened to be passing.</p> + <p>"My children," he said, putting his head in at the door, "why this unseemly + anger, why this dispute?"</p> + <p>"Father," said Kiki-Tsum, "my wife is mad."</p> + <p>"All women are so, my son, more or less," interrupted the holy <i>bonze</i>. + "You were wrong to expect perfection, and must abide by your bargain now. It is no + use getting angry, all wives are trials."</p> + <p>"But what she says is a lie."</p> + <p>"It is not, father," exclaimed Lili-Tsee. "My husband has the portrait of a + woman, and I found it hidden in my rose-leaf vase."</p> + <p>"I swear that I have no portrait but that of my poor dead father," explained the + aggrieved husband.</p> + <p>"My children, my children," said the holy <i>bonze</i>, majestically, "show me + the portraits."</p> + <p>"Here it is; there is only one, but it is one too many," said Lili-Tsee, + sarcastically.</p> + <p>The <i>bonze</i> took the glass and looked at it earnestly. He then bowed low + before it, and in an altered tone said: "My children, settle your quarrel and live + peaceably together. You are both in the wrong. This portrait is that of a saintly + and venerable <i>bonze</i>. I know not how you could mistake so holy a face. I must + take it from you and place it amongst the precious relics of our church."</p> + <p>So saying, the <i>bonze</i> lifted his hands to bless the husband and wife, and + then went slowly away, carrying with him the glass which had wrought such + mischief.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/093-1.png"><img width="80%" + src="images/093-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + + <h2><a id="ch37-12" name="ch37-12"></a>Handcuffs.</h2> + <h4>WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY INSPECTOR MAURICE MOSER,</h4> + <h4><i>Late of the Criminal Investigation Department, Great Scotland Yard.</i></h4> + <p>The ordinary connection of ideas between handcuffs and policemen does not need + very acute mental powers to grasp, but there is a further connection, a + philological one, which is only evident at first sight to those who have made a + small acquaintance with the science of words.</p> + <p>The word "handcuff" is a popular corruption of the Anglo-Saxon "handcop," + <i>i.e.</i>, that which "cops" or "catches" the hands.</p> + <p>Now, one of the most common of the many slang expressions used by their special + enemies towards the police is "Copper"—<i>i.e.</i>, he who cops the offending + member. Strange as it may seem, handcuffs are by no means the invention of these + times, which insist on making the life of a prisoner so devoid of the picturesque + and romantic.</p> + <p>We must go back, past the dark ages, past the stirring times of Greek and Roman + antiquity, till we come to those blissful mythological ages when every tree and + every stream was the home of some kindly god.</p> + <p>In those olden days there dwelt in the Carpathian Sea a wily old deity, known by + the name of Proteus, possessing the gift of prophecy, the fruits of which he + selfishly denied to mankind.</p> + <p>Even if those who wished to consult him were so fortunate as to find him, all + their efforts to force him to exert his gifts of prophecy were useless, for he was + endowed with the power of changing himself into all things, and he eluded their + grasp by becoming a flame of fire or a drop of water. There was one thing, however, + against which all the miracles of Proteus were of no avail, and of this + Aristæus was aware.</p> + <p>So Aristæus came, as Virgil tells us, from a distant land to consult the + famous prophet. He found him on the sea-shore among his seals, basking in the + afternoon sun. Quick as thought he fitted handcuffs on him, and all struggles and + devices were now of no avail. Such was then the efficacy of handcuffs even on the + persons of the immortal gods.</p> + <p>Having established this remote and honourable antiquity, we are not surprised at + the appearance of handcuffs in the fourth century B.C., when the soldiers of a + conquering Greek army found among the baggage of the routed Carthaginians several + chariots full of handcuffs, which had been held ready in confident anticipation of + a great victory and a multitude of prisoners.</p> + <p>The nearest approach to a mention that we find after that is in the Book of + Psalms: "To bind their kings in chains and their nobles in fetters of iron." But in + the Greek, the Latin, Wickliffe's, and Anglo-Saxon Bible we invariably find a word + of which handcuffs is the only real translation. It is also interesting to note + that in the Anglo-Saxon version the kings are bound in "footcops" and the nobles in + "handcops."</p> + <p>In the early Saxon times, therefore, we find our instrument is familiar to all + and in general use, as it has continued to be to this day. But during the fifteenth + and sixteenth centuries there is no instance of the use of the word "handcop"; its + place is taken by "swivel manacle" and "shackbolt," the latter word being often + used by Elizabethan authors.</p> + <p>Handcuffs, like other things, have improved with time. Up to 1850 there were two + kinds in general use in England. One of the forms, most common in the earlier part + of this century, went under the name of the "Figure 8." This instrument does not + allow the prisoner even that small amount of liberty which is granted by its modern + counterpart. It was chiefly used for refractory prisoners who resorted to violence, + for it had the advantage of keeping the hands in a fixed position, either before or + on the back of the body. The pain it inflicted made it partake of the nature of a + punishment rather than merely a preventive against resistance or attack. It was a + punishment, too, which was universally dreaded by prisoners of all kinds, for there + is no more unbearable pain than that of having a limb immovably confined.</p> + <div style="float:right; width:50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/095-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/095-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 1.—THE "FLEXIBLE."</p> + </div> + <p>The other kind of form known as the "Flexible" (No. 1) resembled in general + outlines the handcuffs used every day by detectives.</p> + <p>Contrivances, chiefly the result of American ingenuity, for the rapid and + effectual securing of prisoners have not been wanting, and among them the "Snap," + the "Nippers" (No. 3) and the "Twister" must be mentioned.</p> + <div style="float:right; width:40%; clear:right;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/095-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/095-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 2.—THE "SNAP."</p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width:40%; clear:right;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/095-3.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/095-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 3.—"NIPPERS."</p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width:40%; clear:right;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/095-4.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/095-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 4.—THE "TWISTER"</p> + </div> + <p>The "Snap" (No. 2) is the one which used to be the most approved of. It consists + of two loops, of which the smaller is slipped on the wrists of the person to be + arrested, the bars are then closed with a snap, and the larger loop is held by the + officer. The manner in which the "Twister" (No. 4) was used savours very much of + the brutal, and, indeed, the injuries it inflicted on those who were misguided + enough to struggle when in its grasp caused its abolition in Great Britain.</p> + <p>Its simplicity and its efficacy, together with the cruelty, have recommended it + for use in those wild parts of South America where the upholder of the laws + literally travels with his life in his hands. It consists of a chain with handles + at each end; the chain is put round the wrists, the handles brought together and + twisted round until the chain grips firmly. The torture inflicted by inhuman or + inconsiderate officers can easily be imagined. When we see the comparative facility + with which the detective slips the handcuffs on the villain in the last act of + Adelphi dramas, we are apt to be misled as to the difficulty which police officers + meet with in the execution of one of the most arduous parts of their duty.</p> + <p>The English hand-cuffs (No. 1) are heavy, unwieldy, awkward machines, which at + the best of times, and under the most favourable circumstances, are extremely + difficult of application. They weigh over a pound, and have to be unlocked with a + key in a manner not greatly differing from the operation of winding up the average + eight-day clock, and fastened on to the prisoner's wrists, how, the fates and good + luck only know. This lengthy, difficult, and particularly disagreeable operation, + with a prisoner struggling and fighting, is to a degree almost incredible. The + prisoner practically has to be overpowered or to submit before he can be finally + and certainly secured.</p> + <p>Even when handcuffed, we present to a clever and muscular ruffian one of the + most formidable weapons of offence he could possibly possess, as he can, and + frequently does, inflict the deadliest blows upon his captor. Another great + drawback is the fact that these handcuffs do not fit all wrists, and often the + officer is nonplussed by having a pair of handcuffs which are too small or too + large; and when the latter is the case, and the prisoner gets the "bracelets" in + his hands instead of on his wrists, he is then in possession of a knuckle-duster + from which the bravest would not care to receive a blow.</p> + <p>On the occasion of my arresting one of the Russian rouble note forgers, a + ruffian who would not hesitate to stick at anything, I had provided myself with + several sized pairs of handcuffs, and it was not until I had obtained the very much + needed assistance that I was able to find the suitable "darbies" for his wrists. We + managed to force him into a four-wheeler to take him to the police-station, when he + again renewed his efforts and savagely attacked me, lifting his ironed wrists and + bringing them down heavily on my head, completely crushing my bowler hat.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/096-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/096-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 5—"AMERICAN HANDCUFF" (OPEN).</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/096-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/096-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 6—"AMERICAN HANDCUFF" (CLOSED).</p> + </div> + <p>As the English handcuffs have only been formed for criminals who submitted + quietly to necessity, it was considered expedient to find an instrument applicable + to all cases. The perfected article comes from America (Nos. 5 and 6), and, being + lighter, less clumsy, and more easily concealed, finds general favour among the + officers at Scotland Yard. In fact, such are its advantages that we must presume + that it differs considerably from the Anglo-Saxon "Hand-cop" and the somewhat + primitive article used upon the unwilling prophet of the Carpathian Sea. This and + the older kind, to which some of the more conservative of our detectives still + adhere, are the only handcuffs used in England.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:50%; clear:left;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/096-3.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/096-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + No. 7—"LA LIGOTE."</p> + </div> + <p>The ingenious detective of France, where crime and all its appurtenances have + reached such a state of perfection, is not without his means of securing his man + (No. 7). It is called "La Ligote" or "Le Cabriolet." There are two kinds: one is + composed of several steel piano strings, and the other of whip-cords twined + together, and they are used much in the same way as the "Twister."</p> + <p>Any attempt to escape is quickly ended by the pain to which the officer who + holds the instrument can inflict by a mere turn of his hand. One wrist only is + under control, but as the slightest sign of a struggle is met by an infliction of + torture, the French system is more effective than the English.</p> + <div style="float:right; width:40%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/097-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/097-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 8.—"MEXICAN HANDCUFF."</p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width:40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/097-2.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/097-2.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + No. 9.—"LA POUCETTE."</p> + </div> + <p>The Mexican handcuff (Nos. 8 and 9) is a cumbersome and awkward article, quite + worthy of the retrograde country of its origin.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:40%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/097-3.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/097-3.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 10.—"LA CORDE."</p> + </div> + <div style="float:left; width:40%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/097-4.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/097-4.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 11.—"MENOTTE DOUBLE."</p> + </div> + <p>No. 10 shows an effective method of handcuffing in emergencies. The officer + takes a piece of whipcord and makes a double running knot: he ties one noose round + the wrist of the prisoner, whose hand is then placed in his trousers pocket, the + cord is lashed round the body like a belt, and brought back and slipped through the + noose again. The prisoner when thus secured suffers no inconvenience as long as he + leaves his hand in his pocket, but any attempt to remove it would cause a deal of + suffering.</p> + <p>No. 11 is another handcuff of foreign make, and is merely used when a raid is + about to be made, as it allows to a certain extent the use of the hands. It is + useful for prisoners who are being conveyed by sea.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:40%; clear:both;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/098-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/098-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + NO. 12.—"EASTERN HANDCUFF."</p> + </div> + <p>No. 12 is mostly used in Eastern Europe.</p> + <p>My personal experience of handcuffs is small, because I dislike them, for in + addition to their clumsiness, I know that when I have laid my hands upon my man, it + will be difficult for him to escape.</p> + <p>My intimate knowledge of all kinds of criminals in all kinds of plights + justifies me in saying that when they see the game is up they do not attempt + resistance. The only trouble I have had has been with desperadoes and old + offenders, men who have once tasted prison-life and have a horror of returning to + captivity.</p> + <p>Expert thieves have been known to open handcuffs without a key, by means of + knocking the part containing the spring on a stone or hard substance. It will be + remembered that when the notorious criminal "Charles Peace" was being taken to + London by train, he contrived, although handcuffed, to make his escape through the + carriage window. When he was captured it was noticed that he had freed one of his + hands.</p> + <p>I was once bringing from Leith an Austrian sailor who was charged with ripping + open his mate, and as I considered that I had a disagreeable character to deal + with, I handcuffed him. Naturally, he found the confinement irksome, and on our + journey he repeatedly implored me to take them off promising that he would make no + attempt to escape. The sincerity of his manner touched me and I released him, very + fortunately for myself, for I was taken ill before reaching London, and, strange as + it may appear, was nursed most tenderly by the man who had ripped a fellow + mate.</p> + <p>In Belgium the use of handcuffs by police officers is entirely forbidden. + Prisoners are handcuffed only on being brought before the <i>Juge d'Instruction</i> + or <i>Procureur du Roi</i>, and when crossing from court to court. Women are never + handcuffed in England, but on the Continent it is not an uncommon occurrence.</p> + <p>Regarding handcuffs generally, in my opinion not one of the inventions I have + mentioned now in use is sufficiently easy of application. What every officer in the + detective force feels he wants is a light, portable instrument by means of which he + can unaided secure his man, however cunning and however powerful he may be. I + myself suggest an application which would grip the criminal tightly across the + back, imprisoning the arms just above the elbow joints. Such an instrument would + cause him no unnecessary pain, while relieving officers from that part of their + duty which is particularly obnoxious to them, viz., having a prolonged struggle + with low and savage ruffians.</p> + <p>I cannot refrain from relating a piquant little anecdote told to me by a French + colleague, who had occasion to make an arrest, and came unexpectedly on his man. + Unfortunately he was unprovided with handcuffs and was somewhat at a disadvantage, + but being a quick-witted fellow, he bethought himself of an effectual expedient. + Taking out his knife he severed the prisoner's buttons which were attached to his + braces, thus giving the man occupation for his hands and preventing a rapid flight. + I am indebted to M. Goron, Chief of the Detective Department in Paris, and other + colleagues for some of the specimens here reproduced by me.</p> + + + <h2><a id="ch37-13" name="ch37-13"></a>The Family Name.</h2> + <h4>From the French of HENRI MALIN</h4> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/099-1.jpg"><img width="90%" + src="images/099-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + <h4>I.</h4> + <p>One afternoon, Mons. Sauvallier received from his younger son—a + lieutenant in garrison at Versailles—the following letter:</p> + <p>"Versailles, May 25, 1883.</p> + <p>"MY DEAR FATHER,</p> + <p>"A terrible catastrophe has befallen me, one which will be a blow to you also. I + am writing about it, because I dare not face you; I deserve never to see you + again!</p> + <p>"Led astray by a companion, I have been gambling on the Bourse, and am involved + in yesterday's crash, in which so many fortunes have been suddenly swamped.</p> + <p>"I scarcely dare to tell you how much I have lost. Yet I <i>must</i> do so, for + the honour of the Sauvalliers is concerned. Alas! you will be all but ruined!</p> + <p>"I owe the sum of four hundred and sixty-eight thousand francs. Oh! what a + miserable wretch I am!</p> + <p>"When I found that the smash was inevitable I went mad, and entered my room with + the intention of putting an end to my wretched existence. But more sober thoughts + prevailed: I changed my mind. I had heard that officers were being recruited for + Tonquin, and I determined to volunteer for this service. My suicide would not have + bettered matters; it would rather have left an added blot upon our family name. Out + there, at all events, my death may be of use; it will cause you no shame, and may + perhaps move you to a little compassion for your guilty, but most unhappy and + despairing son, who suffers agonies at thought of the trouble he has brought upon + you, and who now bids you an eternal farewell!</p> + <p>"CAMILLE SAUVALLIER."</p> + <p>Mons. Sauvallier, who had been a widower for several years past, was one of the + most respected business-men of Paris, the owner of a foundry, a judge of the + Tribunal of Commerce, and an officer of the Legion of Honour. He had two sons: + Camille, the lieutenant: and August, an artist of some originality, who was the + husband of a charming wife, and the father of a little six-year-old maiden named + Andrée. Mons. Sauvallier had always deterred his sons from embarking in + trade. He had shrunk from exposing them to the ups and downs of business life, its + trying fluctuations, its frequent cruel mischances. He had arranged that at his + death his estate should be realized: he did not wish the business to be sold + outright, in case it should pass into the hands of strangers who might sully the + hitherto unblemished name of Sauvallier.</p> + <p>And now, in spite of all his precautions, a disaster greater than any he had + dreamed of had overwhelmed him.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/100-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/100-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HE ROSE WITH DIFFICULTY."</p> + </div> + <p>Leaning back wearily in his arm-chair, with haggard eyes he re-read his son's + letter, in order to assure himself that he was not dreaming. Yes! It was too true! + Camille had ruined, perhaps dishonoured, him! It seemed as though the objects that + surrounded him—the very walls and furniture—were no longer the same! As + one staggering beneath a too heavy burden, he rose with difficulty, his limbs + stiff, yet his whole frame agitated; then he sank back into his chair, with two big + tears flowing down his cheeks.</p> + <p>By hook or by crook he <i>must</i> procure the sum, and the debt should be paid + to-morrow. It would be a difficult task. The wealth of the manufacturer consists of + material and merchandise. Would so hurried a realization yield the necessary + amount? He could not tell. Again, when this debt was paid, would he be able to + fulfil his engagements? Bankruptcy stared him in the face. A Sauvallier bankrupt? + An officer of the Legion of Honour, a judge of the Tribunal of Commerce, insolvent? + Never! He would die first!</p> + <p>But before it came to that, he would try every expedient: he would strain every + nerve.</p> + <p>So all night long the poor man planned and calculated, and in the morning, with + heavy heart, proceeded to put his plans into effect.</p> + <p>He visited his numerous friends and told them of his trouble, which elicited + much sympathy. In order to help, some made large purchases of him, paying ready + money, others advanced or lent him money. All day until the evening he was running + about Paris collecting cheques, bank-notes, and orders.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/101-1.png"><img width="90%" + src="images/101-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HE NOW BROUGHT THE SUM THUS GAINED."</p> + <p>In the evening, as he sat down to ascertain the result of the day's efforts. + Auguste came in with his wife and Andrée. To help his father, the artist had + parted with some of his pictures at a sacrifice, and he now brought the sum thus + gained.</p> + <p>Andrée, unconscious of the trouble of her elders, began to play with her + "Jéanne," a doll nearly as big as herself, which her grandfather had given + her some time previously, and which she loved, she said, "as her own daughter."</p> + <p>But the child soon observed the sadness of her parents and her dear grandfather, + and she looked with earnest, inquiring gaze from one to the other, trying to + discover what was amiss. She saw her father lay down his pocket-book, she watched + her mother place upon the table her bracelets, necklaces, ear-rings, and rings, + while Mons. Sauvallier thanked them with tears in his eyes. With a very thoughtful, + serious expression on her little face, the child turned towards her doll, embraced + it with the emotional fervour of a last adieu, then carried it to her grandfather, + saying, in sweet, resigned tones: "Take it, grandpapa! You can sell her, too."</p> + <p>Mons. Sauvallier wept upon the neck of his little granddaughter, murmuring, "You + also, my angel? Oh, that miserable boy!"</p> + <h4>II.</h4> + <p>Thus Camille's debt was paid, and the honour of the Sauvalliers was saved. But + the father's fortune had gone!</p> + <p>He was able, however, to retain his business. He said to himself that he must + work still, in spite of his threescore years; that he must labour incessantly, with + the anxious ardour of those beginning life with nothing to rely upon save their own + exertions.</p> + <p>He reduced his expenses, gave up his own house and went to live with his son, + sold his carriage and horses, discharged his servants, and stinted himself in every + possible way. Auguste became his designer, Auguste's wife his clerk. Each accepted + his or her share of the burden bravely and uncomplainingly, as an important duty + which must at any cost be accomplished.</p> + <p>The conduct of this old man, so jealous for his name, so upright, so courageous + in misfortune, excited profound sympathy. All who knew him pitied him; orders + flowed in, and soon a quite exceptional activity pervaded the establishment from + basement to roof, inspiring Mons. Sauvallier with a little hope. But one persistent + fear disturbed his sleep, and troubled his waking hours. It was that some day he + might hear that Camille had been gambling again, and was once more in debt. He had + forbidden all mention of his erring son, but the thought of him was ever present, + and lay like an incubus upon his heart.</p> + <p>One year passed, then another. The foundry still flourished; work positively + raged therein. It had no rest; it also, as though endowed with a conscience, did + its duty nobly. Its furnaces glowed like ardent eyes; its mighty puffing and + snorting shook the ground: the molten metal, red and fuming, flowed from its + crucibles like blood from its body. At an early hour of the morning was heard its + piercing summons to the work-people, and all the night long its glare illuminated + the sky.</p> + <h4>III.</h4> + <p>The campaign of Tonquin was in full swing. In the midst of an unknown country, + harassed by innumerable difficulties, the French soldiers were contending painfully + with an irrepressible, ever-rallying foe. The smallest success served to excite the + popular patriotism, and all awaited impatiently the tidings of a decisive + victory.</p> + <p>One morning, Auguste, looking very pale, entered his father's office, and handed + him a newspaper. There, amongst "Latest intelligence," Mons. Sauvallier read the + following:—</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/102-1.jpg"><img width="90%" + src="images/102-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "LEADING THEM ON TO THE ASSAULT."</p> + <p>"From the camp entrenched at Dong-Song. February 12th, 1885.—To-day, + Captain Sauvallier attacked the enemy with extreme vigour, fought all the day + against considerable forces, and captured successively three redoubts. In attacking + the last of the three, his soldiers, overpowered by numbers, were about to retreat; + but, although seriously wounded in the head and thigh, the gallant officer, borne + by two men, succeeded in rallying his company and leading them on to the assault. + His conduct was admirable, but his condition is hopeless. I have attached the cross + to his breast. This brilliant feat of arms will enable me to enter Lang-Son + tomorrow.—GENERAL BRIERE DE L'ISLE."</p> + <p>Upon reading these words, Mons. Sauvallier felt a strange emotion, in which + anguish mingled with joy. For a moment he was silent; then he said to his son, "You + think that it is he? He is, then, a captain?"</p> + <p>He read the despatch again, then murmured softly: "The cross! Condition + hopeless!" And a tear rolled down his cheek.</p> + <p>Two hours later the family received a formal intimation of Camille's deed and + state from the Minister of War, and on the following day all the journals were + praising Captain Sauvallier, son of the respected founder, of Grenelle. And now + they gave details. Camille, it appeared, had been nominated captain a few months + back. Throughout the campaign he had distinguished himself by his imperturbable + coolness under fire, and reckless scorn of the death which he seemed to seek.</p> + <p>His act of heroic energy stirred the enthusiasm of Press and populace, and the + name of Sauvallier was on every lip. Camille's portrait appeared in the + shop-windows; the illustrated journals depicted him before the redoubt, carried + upon the shoulders of two men, his sword pointed towards the enemy, encouraging his + soldiers by his voice, gesture, and look, his forehead bound with a handkerchief, + and his face bleeding.</p> + <p>Mons. Sauvallier could not go out of doors without seeing his son's presentment. + From the news-stalls of the boulevards, the corners of the streets, the publishers' + shop-fronts, a ubiquitous Camille watched him pass, and seemed to follow him with + his eyes. Almost at each step the father received congratulations, while + complimentary letters and cards covered his table to overflowing. But, alas! the + telegrams which he received daily from Tonquin left him little hope that he should + ever again behold in the flesh this dear son, of whom now he was so proud.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/103-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/103-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HERE HE IS!"</p> + </div> + <p>One morning, three months later, Mons. Sauvallier was at work in his office, + when the door opened softly, and disclosed Andrée's curly head. The little + one seemed in high spirits, her eyes sparkled with glee. "See, grandfather, here he + is!" she said, and led into the room Captain Sauvallier.</p> + <p>Auguste and his wife followed the pair. Mons. Sauvallier, taken completely by + surprise, rose quickly from his chair, then stood motionless, overcome by his + emotion. He saw before him Camille, with the scar upon his forehead, and the cross + upon his breast—Camille, the hero of the hour, who had shed such lustre upon + the family name!</p> + <p>Timid and embarrassed, like a child who has been guilty of a fault, Camille + stood with bowed head, and when he saw how much his father had aged, he knew that + it was his conduct which had wrought the sad change, and his contrition was + deepened tenfold.</p> + <p>But as he was about to throw himself at his father's feet, Mons. Sauvallier, + with a sudden movement, clasped him to his breast, exclaiming, in a voice full of + tears, "No, Camille! in my arms! in my arms!"</p> + <p>Father and son, locked together in closest embrace, mingled their sobs, while + Auguste and his wife, looking on, wept in sympathy.</p> + <p>The silence was broken by Andrée. The child had vanished for a moment, + but speedily reappeared, fondling her precious doll, which, it is needless to say, + had not been sold. Holding it out to the captain, she said in her liveliest manner: + "Here is Jeanne, uncle! You remember her? Give her a kiss directly! Don't you think + that she has grown?"</p> + + + <h2><a id="ch37-14" name="ch37-14"></a>The Queer Side of Things—Among the + Freaks.</h2> + <h3>MAJOR MICROBE.</h3> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/104-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/104-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + <p>"I've been in the show business now going on for forty-three years," said the + Doorkeeper, "and I haven't yet found a Dwarf with human feelings. I can't + understand why it is, but there ain't the least manner of doubt that a Dwarf is the + meanest object in creation. Take General Bacillus, the Dwarf I have with me now. He + is well made, for a Dwarf, and when he does his poses plastic, such as 'Ajax + Defying the Lightning,' or 'Samson Carrying off Delilah by the Hair,' and all the + rest of those Scripture tablows, he is as pretty as a picture, provided, of course, + you don't get too near him. He is healthy, and has a good appetite, and he draws a + good salary, and has no one except himself to look after. And yet that Dwarf ain't + happy! On the contrary, he is the most discontented, cantankerous, malicious little + wretch that was ever admitted into a Moral Family Show. And he ain't much worse + than an ordinary Dwarf. Now, the other Freaks, as a rule, are contented so long as + they draw well and don't fall in love.</p> + <p>"The Living Skeleton knows that he can't expect to live long—most of them + die at about thirty-five—but, for all that, he is happy and contented. 'A + short life and a merry one is what I goes in for,' he often says to me, and he + seems to think that his life is a merry one, though I can't myself see where the + merriment comes in. So with all the rest of my people. They all seem to enjoy + themselves except the Dwarf. My own belief is that the organ of happiness has got + to be pretty big to get its work in, and that there ain't room in a Dwarfs head for + it to work.</p> + <p>"I had a Dwarf with me once—Major Microbe is what we called him on the + bills, where he was advertised as the 'Smallest Man in the World,' which, of + course, he wasn't; but, then, every Dwarf is always advertised that way. It's a + custom of the profession, and we don't consider it to be lying, any more than a + President considers the tough statements lying that he makes in his annual message. + A showman and a politician must be allowed a little liberty of statement, or they + couldn't carry on their business. Well, as I was saying, thishyer Major Microbe was + in my show a matter of ten years ago, when we were in Cincinnati, and he was about + as vicious as they make them. The Giant, who was a good seven-footer, working up to + seven and a half feet, as an engineer might say, with the help of his boots and + helmet, was the exact opposite of the Dwarf in disposition. He was altogether too + good-tempered, for he was always trying to play practical jokes on the other + Freaks. He did this without any notion of annoying them, but it was injudicious; he + being, like all other Giants, weak and brittle.</p> + <p>"What do I mean by brittle? Why, I mean brittle and nothing else. It's a good + United States word, I reckon. Thishyer Giant's bones weren't made of the proper + materials, and they were always liable to break. He had to take the greatest care + of himself, and to avoid arguing on politics or religion or anything like that, for + a kick on the shins would be sure to break one of his legs, which would lay him on + the shelf for a couple of months. As for his arms, he was for ever breaking one or + two of them, but that didn't so much matter, for he could go on the stage with his + arm in splints and a sling, and the public always supposed that he was representing + a heroic soldier who had just returned from the battle-field.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/105-1.png"><img width="90%" + src="images/105-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HE FOUND THE DWARF ASLEEP ON A BENCH."</p> + <p>"One day the Giant put up a job on the Dwarf that afterwards got them both into + serious trouble. The Giant was loafing around the place after dinner, and he found + the Dwarf asleep on a bench. What does he do but cover him up with a rug and then + go off in search of the Fat Woman, who was a sure enough Fat Woman, and weighed in + private life four hundred and nineteen pounds. The Giant was popular with the sex, + and the Fat Woman was glad to accept his invitation to come with him and listen to + a scheme that he pretended to have for increasing the attractions of Fat Women. He + led her up to where the Dwarf was asleep on the bench and invited her to sit down, + saying that he had arranged a cushion for her to make her comfortable. Of course + she sat down, and sat down pretty solid, too, directly on the Dwarf. The Dwarf + yelled as if he had room for the voice of two full-grown men, and the Fat Woman, as + soon as she felt something squirming under her, thought that one of the boa + constrictors had got loose, and that she had sat down on it. So naturally she + fainted away. I came running in with one of my men as soon as I heard the outcries, + and after a while we managed to pry up the Fat Woman with a couple of cart-rungs + and get the Dwarf out from under her, after which she came to in due time and got + over her fright. But the Dwarf was a good deal flattened out by the pressure, and I + was afraid at first that his ribs had been stove in. It turned out in the end that + he was not seriously injured; but he was in the worst rage against the Giant that + you can imagine, and would have killed him then and there if he had been able to do + it.</p> + <p>"I knew well enough that in course of time the Dwarf would get square with the + Giant, no matter how long it might take and how much it might cost. He was as + revengeful as a Red Indian. I warned the Giant that he must keep a sharp look-out, + or the Dwarf would do him a mischief; but he said 'he calculated he was big enough + to take care of himself, and that he wasn't afraid of no two-foot Dwarf that ever + breathed.' Of course, this sounded brave, but my own belief is that the Giant was + pretty badly frightened. I noticed that he never allowed himself to be alone with + the Dwarf, and was always careful to mind where he stepped, so as not to get + tripped up by strings stretched across the path, or anything of that sort. The + Dwarf pretended that he had forgotten the whole business, and was as friendly with + the Giant as he had ever been; but I knew him well enough to know that he never + forgot anything, and was only waiting for a chance.</p> + <div style="float:left; width:60%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/106-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/106-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "HIS HELMET HAD FALLEN INTO A TUB OF WATER."</p> + </div> + <p>"Pretty soon little accidents began to happen to the Giant. One day he would + find that his helmet, which was made of pasteboard, had fallen into a tub of water, + and gone to everlasting jelly. This would oblige him to show himself bare-headed, + which took off several inches from his professional height. Another day his boots + would be in the tub, and he wouldn't be able to get them on. I've seen him go on + the stage in a general's uniform with carpet slippers and no hat, which everyone + knew must be contrary to the regulations of the Arabian army, in which he was + supposed to hold his commission.</p> + <p>"One night his bedstead broke down under him, and he came very near breaking a + leg or so. In the morning he found out that someone had sawed a leg of the bedstead + nearly all the way through, and, of course, he knew that the Dwarf had done it. But + you couldn't prove anything against the Dwarf. He would always swear that he never + had any hand in the accidents, and there was never any evidence against him that + anybody could get hold of. I didn't mind what games he played on the Giant as long + as the Giant wasn't made to break anything that would lay him on the shelf, and I + told the Dwarf that I was the last man to interfere with any man's innocent + amusements, but that in case the Giant happened to break a leg, I should go out of + the Giant and Dwarf business at once. But that didn't scare him a particle. He knew + that he was worth his salary in any Dime Museum in America, and more than that, he + had money enough laid up in the bank to live on, assuming, of course, that he could + draw it out before the cashier should bolt to Canada with it. So he was as + independent as you please, and told me that if I chose to hold him responsible for + other people's legs he couldn't help it, and had nothing to say about it.</p> + <p>"At that time I had a Female Samson. She wasn't the Combined Female + Contortionist and Strongest Woman in the World that is in my show at present, but + she was in about the same line of business. These Strong Women are all genuine, you + understand. You can embellish them a little on the handbills, and you can announce + that the cannon that the Strong Woman fires from her shoulder weighs a hundred or + two pounds more than it actually weighs; but unless a Strong Woman is really strong + and no mistake, she might as well try to pass herself off as a Living Skeleton or a + Two-Headed Girl at once. The fact is, the great majority of Freaks are genuine, and + the business is a thoroughly honest one at bottom. Why, if you told the exact truth + in the handbills about every Freak in my show, barring the Tattooed Girl and the + Wild Man, they would still constitute a good drawing attraction in any intelligent + community.</p> + <p>"This Female Samson was a good sort of woman in her way, though she was a little + rough and a bit what you might call masculine in her ways. She didn't like the + Dwarf, and he didn't like her.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/107-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/107-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "SHE PULLED HIM OVER TO HER BY HIS COLLAR."</p> + <p>"The Freaks were all at supper one night when the Dwarf said something insulting + to the Female Samson. He sat right opposite to her, and she just reached across the + table and pulled him over to her by his collar. Then she stretched him across her + lap and laid into him with her slipper till he howled as if he was a small boy who + had gone in swimming on Sunday and his mother had just found it out. It wasn't so + much the slipper that hurt him, though the Female Samson put all her muscle into + the operation, but it was the disgrace of the thing; and when you remember that the + Dwarf was forty-two years old, you can understand that he felt that the woman had + taken a liberty with him. However, the next day he seemed to have forgotten all + about it, and when the Giant reminded him of the circumstance, which he did every + little while, the Dwarf would grin and say that we must let the women do what they + liked, for they were a superior sort of being.</p> + <p>"One of the Female Samson's best feats was done in company with the Dwarf and + the Giant. She had a horizontal bar fixed on the stage, about ten feet above the + floor. On this bar she used to swing head downwards, just hooking her knees around + it, as all the trapeze artists do. It looks sort of uncomfortable, but it is + nothing when you are used to it. I had a trapeze chap once who would often go to + sleep that way in hot weather. He said that all the blood in his body went into his + head, and that made him feel sleepy, while it cooled off his body and legs. There's + no accounting for tastes, but as for me, give me a good bed where I can stretch + out, and I'll never ask to sleep on a trapeze bar.</p> + <p>"As I was saying, the Female Samson would swing on this bar, and then she would + take the Dwarf's belt in her teeth and hold him in that way for five minutes. There + was a swivel in the belt, so that the Dwarf would spin round while she was holding + him, which he didn't like much, but which pleased the public. After she had swung + the Dwarf she would do the same act with the Giant. She had to be very careful not + to drop the Giant, for he was terribly afraid of breaking a leg, being, as I have + said, particularly brittle; but she always said that he was as safe in her teeth as + he would be if he was lying in his bed.</p> + <p>"It must have been about a fortnight after the Dwarf was sat on by the Fat + Woman, and a week or more after he had been corrected in public by the Female + Samson, that we had an unusually large evening audience, and everybody was in + excellent spirits. The Female Samson had swung the Dwarf in her teeth, and after + she had let go of him he had climbed up on a chair just behind her, and stood with + his arms stretched out over her and the Giant as if he was saying 'Bless you, my + children,' which was a regular part of the act, and never failed to bring him a + round of applause, and induce people to say, 'What a jolly little chap that Dwarf + is!' When the Female Samson had got a good grip of the Giant's belt, and had raised + him about five feet from the floor, the Dwarf leaned a little bit forward and ran a + pin into the Female Samson's ankle, or thereabouts. Nobody saw him do it, but it + was easy to prove it on him afterwards, for he dropped the pin on the floor when he + had finally got through with it, and everybody recognised it as one of his + scarf-pins.</p> + <p>"The woman would naturally have shrieked when she felt the pin, but she had her + mouth full of the Giant, and she couldn't do more than mumble a little in a + half-smothered sort of way. The Dwarf paid no attention to that, but gave her + another eye-opener with the pin. It went in about an inch, judging from what the + Female Samson said when she described her sufferings, and it must have hurt her + pretty bad; but she was full of pluck and bound to carry out her performance to the + end. She stood three or four more prods, and then, not being able to stand it any + longer without expressing her feelings in some way, she unhooked one leg and + fetched the Dwarf a kick on the side of the head that reminded him that it was + about time for him to get into his own room and lock the door, and convinced him + that there ain't a bit of exaggeration in the tough stories that they tell about + the kicking powers of an army mule. The kick sent the Dwarf clean across the + platform, and the people, not understanding the situation, began to cry 'Shame.' + Whether this flurried the Female Samson or not, or whether she lost her balance + entirely on account of having unhooked one leg, I don't know. What I do know is + that she slipped off the bar, and she and the Giant struck the floor with a crash + that would have broken planks, if it had not been that the platform was built + expressly to stand the strain of the Fat Woman.</p> + <p>"It wouldn't have been so bad if she had just dropped the Giant, and hung on to + the bar herself. In that case he would probably have broken his left leg and arm + and collar bone, just as he did break them, but his ribs would have been all right. + As it was, the Female Samson's head came down just in the centre of him, and stove + in about three-fourths of his ribs. She wasn't hurt at all, for, being a woman, and + falling on her head, there was nothing for her to break, and the Giant was so soft + that falling on him didn't even give her a headache. When some volunteers from the + audience had picked up the Giant and put him on a stretcher and carried him to the + hospital, where the doctors did their best to mend him, the Female Samson had a + chance to explain, and the finding of a long scarf-pin on the platform, just under + the bar, was evidence that she had told the truth, and corroborated the red stain + on her stocking.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/108-1.png"><img width="90%" + src="images/108-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + "IT TOOK FOUR MEN AND A POLICEMAN TO HOLD HER."</p> + <p>"It took four men and a policeman to hold her, and get her locked up in her + room, she was that set on tearing the Dwarf into small pieces, and she'd have done + it too, if she could have got at him. He had sense enough to see the situation, and + to discharge himself without waiting for me to discharge him. He ran away in the + course of the night, and I never saw him again. I don't think he ever went into + another Dime Museum, and I have heard that he got a situation as inspector of gas + meters, which is very probable, considering what a malicious little rascal he was. + Well, we have to deal with all sorts of people in our business, and I suppose it's + the same with you, though you haven't mentioned what your business is. But you take + my advice and steer clear of Dwarfs. There ain't a man living that can do anything + with them except with a club, and no man likes to take a club to anything as small + as a Dwarf."</p> + <p>W. L. ALDEN.</p> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/109-1.png"><img width="50%" + src="images/109-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + + <h2><a id="ch37-15" name="ch37-15"></a>Lamps of all Kinds and Times.</h2> + <div style="float:left; width:50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/110-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/110-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + <div style="float:right; width:50%;"> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/111-1.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/111-1.png" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + </div> + + <h2><a id="ch37-16" name="ch37-16"></a>Two Styles: A Tale with a Moral.</h2> + <p class="figure"><a href="images/112-1.jpg"><img width="100%" + src="images/112-1.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /> + </p> + <p>Uffizzi Robbinson was blessed with a very full rich, tenor voice but a very + empty purse and he stood in need of a HOLIDAY.</p> + <p>So he cut his hair & otherwise disguised himself & went off to Brighton, + and having hired a piano & boy took up his station on the front and started in + to make his fortune.</p> + <p>He sang song after song, all of them highly classical, in his most approved + style, but his audience being limited and critical, his prospects looked + gloomy.</p> + <p>A gentle hint from his boy set him thinking!! 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