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Charles Webber was a more than ordi--had been thrown open; the twenty sernarily insipid person, the Charles Webbers vants or so in their state liveries resplendid not go away. Mr. Webber had given dent in gold, like the band on a levee-day, some mornings to the accounts, and had were posturing about with trays-embarfound out that the steward was plunder- rassing some of the guests not a little; not ing; he had interposed between the dreary the least the young Doctor MacIvor and bishop, who always sent Lord Garterley his wife, who were cowed and wretched, to sleep before dessert, and had taken the and looked out uneasily from an ambusepiscopal weight on himself, and without cade near the curtains. offending the prelate. He had done other "odd jobs; and Mrs. Charles Webber, though in her original claim discovered to be an impostor, had made herself useful with prosy ladies. In short, the Charles Webbers actually got the vacant place, and Lord Garterley took them. They did everything, arranged everything; and now, after ten years' service, had become indispensable. They certainly lived six months of each year at Garterley.

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"Who," said Pratt-Hawkins, a full, portly man, with a decided yet mild manner, "who are those MacIvors?"

"A doctor," said the young Shakerley. "Picked 'em up at the last fair, outside Richardson's show; secured 'em reasonable."

Pratt-Hawkins was a little shocked. "Dear me," he said, "pity he is so indiscriminate. You see it's cruelty to these poor things to bring them in here. They're On the occasion of the present festivities, suffering torture at this moment. This the Charles Webbers had arranged every- sort of people never will amalgamate.” thing, and asked everybody, that was Yet it was wonderful how Pratt-Hawdesirable. The Sam Pringles; Pratt-Hawkins refuted his own theory, and had kins; Mrs. MacIvor, the young wife of a himself amalgamated; it being known to struggling doctor, whom Lord Garterley many that he was the son of a most rehad heard sing; the droll and "side-split-spectable grocer in a country town. The ting" Shakerley; the young law student, more credit to him, the good-natured people with a heavenly voice; the handsome, said who repeated the story, to have raised dashing Mrs. Trotter, and her more handsome but less dashing daughters; old Phipps, the grey and rather wizened epicure, so slim and spare about the back, so grey and wiry about the hair and whiskers, and given to good stories, and

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certain amount of wit, which was like some of the old port, rather thin and colourless from keeping too long. There was also Madame Grazielli, the famous lyric singer of the operas, who had sung twenty years ago, and turned the heads of all the fashionable "bucks" of the time. In addition, there was Sturges, the wealthy young man from the City, whose father had bought an estate, and kept hounds, not far from Garterley; with a few "pawns," as they might be termed, who, at their visits at great houses, come on like the supers of a stage army, no one troubling themselves about their names or behaviour, save that the stage - manager sees that they make a satisfactory show in return for their engagement.

On the day that the festivities opened, Garterley, from being a stately and deserted mansion, all swathed and hooded in muslin and holland, now revealed itself in all its splendour. There was great state; the grand drawing-room-that with the silver chairs, ordered for the Prince Regent

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himself. Perhaps this was the reason that
Pratt-Hawkins held the lower ranks in
horror, and worshipped idols in the shape
of dukes and barons and peeresses, to
whom he was a sort of "handy man,"
invaluable in every way. If people had
asked to what profession Pratt-Hawkins
belonged, it might have been answered
fairly that this of following the Peerage,
like following the Bar, was the one.
this he really toiled, sat up of nights, and
almost injured his health, until he, as it
were, got into "great business," and at the
head of his profession. Pratt-Hawkins
was not pleased with the complexion of
the present party; it was not "leavened,"
as he complained, and though there was
young Fazakerley, son of the peer of that
name, and a few more of the same kind,
still it was like a circuit town, to which he
had been brought down on pretence of
business, and where there was none.

Now came Charles Webber, spurring up like an aide-de-camp to the disturbed and scared MacIvors. "Now, if you please," he said, with a sort of dictatorial air, "Lord Garterley would wish you to favour the company." And the unhappy creatures, who had been studying photographic albums, were led off to perform their favourite song. This was of a very

unpretending, and, it must be said, unmeritorious kind. His lordship had heard them at a school-feast, or school-treat, when the young doctor and his wife had come forward, for the amusement of the children, to sing a sort of musical quarrel and reconcilement, in alternate verses, and which was entitled "Jockie and Jeannie." This they did with some spirit under the circumstances, and the eager lord was so delighted that at the close he introduced himself, and insisted on their coming at once to Garterley. Alas! it now sounded very different; they wanted the freedom which the presence of the children gave. Here the simple wranglings of Jockie and Jeannie sounded flat. The performers were overawed by the company, who really did not follow the humour of the thing, such as it was. And though the young doctor did his best, with desperation almost, still his lady-a good-humoured unsophisticated country person, in a rich blue silk purchased for the occasion, and a cameo brooch-divided between the piano and the cold, amused looks of the guests, made no success. A cloud came over the face of the host, who had gone round announcing what a remarkable display of native humour and poignancy they were about to witness, and who had remained leaning on his elbows at the end of the piano, and staring into their faces. At the end he said in a loud voice, "You didn't sing that in the way I first heard you; it's not the same thing.' Much abashed and sinking under the reproof, the unhappy pair found their way back to their corner, discredited, and feeling like impostors. His lordship, indeed, thought as much, and was petulant-with himself chiefly.

"What is over them, Webber? Why do they keep in that corner?"

Webber at once galloped across the field; brought them out; put Mrs. MacIvor beside the parson, and conversed a few moments with the doctor. Something must be done to redeem the mistake, and keep his lordship in good humour. Here was the young law-student, a natural young fellow enough, who at once volunteered; and gave out, certainly in a charming tenor, the old ballad of "She wore a wreath of roses,' ," which touched everybody present. Even the Grazielli, a stately, full-blown personage, quite at her ease, signified her approbation.

This was the sort of thing that usually went on at Garterley, and was to go on for some ten days, which made the time

very difficult to get through. Indeed, but for the sense of duty towards daughters, and the chance of its offering opportunities which no conscientious matron would feel justified in putting aside, the place would have been held but in ill odour. Everyone knew, and was rather tired of, the indiscriminate Lord Garterley, whose poems, written when he was the Hon. Hugh Chevron, had been before the public since the days of the pink-silk annuals.

The adroit Charles Webbers knew perfectly well that a sort of variety must be imported; and, by way of "refresher," had distributed the guests so that they should arrive in succession. Accordingly, it was not till a couple of days later that the ancient vehicles of the Pringle family drove up, containing five persons-the mother and father, the two ponies, and our hero of the garden-gate, Alfred. This irruption, which took place a short time before dinner, made a considerable diversion, as Sam Pringle was considered to be "such a prime old card." He was, indeed, in such good spirits, that, as they drove up the avenue, Mrs. Pringle turned to him, and said, "Now I conjure you, Mr. Pringle, do show some respect for yourself and your family, and don't make us ridiculous"an appeal he was in much too good a humour to resent, and to which his only answer was a most significant wink. These were holidays for him; he liked good wines and rich fare. His son Alfred, who had a contempt for the paternal antics that was not to be expressed, was reserved and moody. He was still thinking of the apparition at the garden-gate, and of that most romantic adventure. He felt he was thrown away in the world generally, and not in the mood for festivity. They had hardly made their entry into the drawing-room, at the general assembly before going into dinner, when the incorrigible Sam Pringle began. The host, who was amused by him, received him with alacrity.

"Ha! Pringle, how de do? Brought all your jokes I hope-old ones as well as some new- —eh ? "

"Well, indeed, my lord, I have had 'em done up, and altered, and re-lined, like my lady and her girls; who have been hard at work, cutting up, and ironing, and clearstarching for the last week, all in honour of this most illustrious event."

"Ha, ha! very good," said his lordship. Then came the state banquet, when Sam grew more and more exuberant, talking

with half-a-dozen people at a time, while loud laughter, each burst of which made Mrs. Pringle wince, saluted his sallies. What delighted them was his mode of dealing with Pratt-Hawkins, his vis-à-vis, who had been talking of a "dear duchess in a plaintive way.

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"She sent for me. Of course I went When I arrived, I simply said, 'Now, duchess, you must let me speak to you as an old friend. This won't doyou must make an exertion;' and she did." "Phew!" said Sam Pringle, with a twinkle and a grin; "think of that now. Being able to say all that to a duchess! And how did she take it now, if it wouldn't be impertinent to ask? She made the exertion ?"

"Yes; nerved herself and got through! I have some little influence with her."

"Only think of that," said Sam, looking round. "Why, I and my lady here would just do anything to get within call of a real Grace."

"My lady!" said Pratt-Hawkins, looking up the table, nervous lest he should have overlooked some person of high degree. "Who do you mean?"

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"A little pet name for my missing rib, who has the same feelings to the aristocracy that you have, sir. She adores 'em all." "Now, really, Mr. Pringle, I implore you, do not make yourself ridiculous."

But Sam, who was drinking champagne, and being "drawn out" on the right and left, had reached the irrepressible stage. It was agreed again and again that he was certainly "a great card."

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this so natural and appropriate, and
it was saluted by a round of applause,
led by the Charles Webbers, who were
hurrying about afterwards, artfully im-
pressing it on the company.
the compliment his lordship paid the
Diva? She was quite flattered by it; she
says she values it more than the ring the
Czar gave her."

It was, however, a little after the great lady had concluded her performance that two new arrivals had entered the room. The ear of the wary Charles Webber had, indeed, caught the sound of wheels about half an hour before, and "Harris," a servant who was always in his confidence, had come to whisper him; to whom Mr. Webber said: " "Very well, Harris; you know the rooms.' The doors, as we said, opened; and the host, who had been hovering round the Diva, talking Italian volubly to her, suddenly interrupted himself and sprang towards the new-comers. "My dear Mrs. Dawson, how do you do? And Miss Phoebe !”

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THE DRAMA UNDER
DIFFICULTIES.

FOR such a triumph as fanaticism enjoyed over the fine arts in England, during and for some time after the great civil war, no parallel can be found in the history of any other nation. And it was not, be it remembered, the work of a capricious and cruel despot: it was the tyranny of a solemn legislative assembly. Hypocrisy had some share in the proceeding, very likely; but in the main the Puritanism of the time was sincere even to its frenzies of intolerance. Good men and true held that they were doing only what was sound, and wise, and right, when they made ruthless war upon poetry, and painting, and all the refinements and graces of life, denouncing them as scandals and sins, ungodly devices, pernicious wiles of the author of all evil; when they peremptorily closed the doors of the theatres, and dismissed actors, authors, managers, and all concerned to absolute starvation.

After dinner the drawing-room scenes of the nights previous were repeated; the servants promenading, and the MacIvors at the album (how they longed to be at home again!). One of the dashing Miss Trotters had taken Mr. Pringle, Jun., in hand, while her sister was engrossed with the young Fazakerley. The host was eagerly darting about the room, wishing someone to "do something -for he assumed that no one had any business to cumber the earth, without qualification to exhibit in some way. It was on this night that his "Diva," as she In the England of that time, no doubt, was called, volunteered-“ so nice of Puritanism obtained supporters out of her," everybody says-to give one of respect for superior power; just as in her old bravura " triumphs, such as France, at a later date, Republicanism she used to intoxicate the audiences with, gained converts by means of terror. The in the old opera days. This she did prudent, when conflict and tumult are at with great lyric power; and at the con-hand, will usually side with the stronger clusion the host advanced in a trans- combatant. Thus it was with little report, and kissed her. Everyone thought sistance that there passed through both

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Houses of Parliament, in 1647, the ordinance by virtue of which the theatres were to be dismantled and suppressed; all actors of plays to be publicly whipped; and all spectators and playgoers, for every offence, condemned to forfeit five shillings. This was the coup de grâce; for the stage had already undergone many and severe assaults. The player's tenure of his art had become more and more precarious, until acting seemed to be as a service of danger. The ordinance of 1647 closed the theatres for nearly fourteen years; but, for some sixteen years before, the stage had been in a more or less depressed condition. Scarcely any new dramatists of distinction had appeared after 1630. The theatres were considerably reduced in number by the time 1636 was arrived at. Then came arbitrary closing of the playhouses-professedly but for a season. Thus in 1636 they were closed for ten months; in 1642 for eighteen months. In truth, Puritanism carried on its victorious campaign against the drama for something like thirty years; while even at an earlier date there had been certain skirmishing attacks upon the stage. With the first Puritan began the quarrel with the players. As Isaac Disraeli has observed, "we must go back to the reign of Elizabeth, to comprehend an event which occurred in that of Charles the First." A sanctimonious sect urged extravagant reforms-at first, perhaps, in all simplicity-founding their opinions upon cramped and literal interpretations of divine precepts, and forming views of human nature "more practicable in a desert than a city, and rather suited to a monastic order than to a polished people." Still, these fanatics could scarcely have dreamed that power would ever be given them to carry their peculiar theories into practice, and to govern a nation as though it were composed entirely of precisians and bigots. For two generations-from the Reformation to the Civil War-the Puritans had been the butt of the satirical, the jest of the wits-ridiculed and laughed at on all sides. Then came a time, "when," in the words of Macaulay, "the laughers began to look grave in their turn. The rigid, ungainly zealots rose up in arms, conquered, ruled, and, grimly smiling, trod down under their feet the whole crowd of mockers."

Yet from the first the Puritans had not neglected the pen as a weapon of offence. In 1579 Stephen Gosson published his curious pamphlet bearing the lengthy title

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of "The Schoole of Abuse, containing a pleasant Invective against Poets, Pipers, Jesters, and such like Catterpillars of a Commonwealth; setting up the Flag of Defiance to their mischievous exercise, and over-throwing their Bulwarks, by Profane Writers, natural reason, and common experience: A Discourse as pleasant for tlemen that favour learning as profitable for all that will follow virtue." Gosson expresses himself with much quaint force, but he is not absolutely intolerant. He was a student of Oxford University, had in his youth written poems and plays, and even appeared upon the scene as an actor. Although he had repented of these follies, he still viewed them without acrimony. To his pamphlet we are indebted for certain interesting details, in regard to the manners and customs of the Elizabethan playgoers. A further attack upon the theatre was led by Dr. Reynolds, of Queen's College, who was greatly troubled by the performance of a play at Christchurch, and who published, in 1593, The Overthrow of Stage Plays, described by Disraeli as "a tedious invective, foaming at the mouth of its text with quotations and authorities." Reynolds was especially severe upon "the sin of boys wearing the dress and affecting the airs of women;" and thus unconsciously helped on a change he would have regarded as still more deplorable-the appearance of actresses upon the stage. But a fiercer far than Reynolds was to arise. In 1633 Prynne produced his HistrioMastix; or, The Player's Scourge, a monstrous work of more than a thousand closely-printed quarto pages, devoted to the most searching indictment of the stage and its votaries. The author has been described as a man of great learning, but little judgment; of sour and austere principles, but wholly deficient in candour. His book was judged libellous, for he had unwittingly aspersed the Queen in his attack upon the masques performed at Court. He was cited in the Star Chamber, and sentenced to stand in the pillory, to lose both ears, to pay a heavy fine, and to undergo imprisonment for life. This severe punishment probably stimulated the Puritans, when opportunity came to them, to deal mercilessly with the actors, by way of avenging Prynne's wrongs, or of expressing sympathy with his sufferings.

And it is to be noted that early legislation in regard to the players had been far from lenient. For such actors as had obtained the countenance of "any Baron

Realme," or "any other honourable age of greater degree," exception was made; otherwise, all common players in interludes, all fencers, bearwards, and minstrels were declared by an Act passed in the fourteenth year of Elizabeth to be rogues and vagabonds, and, whether male or female, liable on a first conviction "to be grievously whipped and burned through the gristle of the right ear with an hot iron of the compass of an inch about, manifesting his or her roguish kind of life." A second offence was adjudged to be felony; a third entailed death without benefit of clergy, or privilege of sanctuary. Meanwhile, the regular companies of players, to whom this harsh Act did not apply, were not left unmolested. The Court might encourage them, but the City would have none of them. They had long been accustomed to perform in the yards of the City inns, but an order of the Common Council, dated December, 1575, expelled the players from the City Thereupon public playhouses were erected outside the "liberties" or boundaries of the City. The first was probably the theatre in Shoreditch; the second, opened in its immediate neighbourhood, was known as the Curtain; the third, built by John Burbadge and other of the Earl of Leicester's company of players, was the famous Blackfriars Theatre. These were all erected about 1576, and other playhouses were opened soon afterwards. Probably to avoid the penalties of the Act of Elizabeth, all strolling and unattached players made haste to join regular companies, or to shelter themselves under noble patronage. And now the Church raised its voice, and a controversy which still possesses some vitality touching the morality or immorality of playhouses, plays, and players, was fairly and formally entered upon. A sermon preached at Paul's Cross, November, 1577, "in the time of the plague," by the Rev. T. Wilcocks, denounced in strong language the "common plays" in London, and the multitude that flocked to them and followed them, and described "the sumptuous theatre houses as a continual monument of London's prodigality and folly. Performances, it seems, had for a while been forbidden because of the plague. "I like the policy well if it hold still," said the preacher; "for a disease is but bodged and patched up that is not cured in the cause, and the cause of plagues is sin, if you look to it well; and the cause of sin are playes; therefore, the

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cause of plagues are playes." It is clear, too, that the clergy had become affected by a certain jealousy of the players, the sound of whose trumpet attracted more attention than the ringing of the churchbells, and brought together a larger audience. John Stockwood, schoolmaster of Tunbridge, who preached at Paul's Cross on St. Bartholomew's Day, 1578, demanded, "Will not a filthy play, with the blast of a trumpet, sooner call thither a thousand, than an hour's tolling bring to the sermon a hundred ?" It was, moreover, an especial grievance to the devout at this period that plays were represented on a Sunday, the church and the theatre being thus brought into positive rivalry and antagonism. The clergy saw with dismay that their congregations were thin and listless, while crowded and excited audiences rewarded the exertions of the players. Mr. Stockwood, declining to discuss whether plays were or not wholly unlawful, yet protested with good reason that in a Christian commonwealth they were intolerable on the seventh day, and exclaimed against the "horrible profanity" and "devilish inventions" of the lords of misrule, morrice and May-day dancers, whom he accused of tripping about the church, even during the hours of service, and of figuring in costumes, which, by their texture and scantiness, outraged ordinary notions of decency.

But notwithstanding this old-established opposition to the theatres on the part of both Churchmen and Puritans, and the severe oppression of the players by the authorities, it is yet indisputable that the English were essentially a playgoing people; proud, as well they might be, of the fact that they possessed the finest drama and the best actors in the world. And, allowing for the licence and grossness which the times permitted, if they did not encourage it, and a certain liberty of speech and action allowed time out of mind to the clowns of the stage, the drama suppressed by the Puritans was of sound and wholesome constitution, rich in poetry of the noblest class. It is sufficient to say, indeed, that it was the drama of Shakespeare and his contemporaries. To a very large class, therefore, the persecution of the players, and the suppression of the stage, must have been grave misfortune and real privation. To many the theatre still supplied, not merely recreation, but education and enlightenment as well. But that there was any rising of the public

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