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time for drawing, and if you keep your hand in practice and have much genius, it will burst out at some future day."

Here I saw that smile again, but was not hurt by it now; I smiled also, and told him I knew he was right and I should accept the offer.

With melancholy determination I took down my sign, its gilt letters still untarnished. I carried my easel, my lay figure, and all my valuable possessions to my attic, and took a last fond look of the sky-light which had been the confident of so many aspirations.

My new business was one that was valuable and interesting in itself, as well as profitable, so that I felt I was doing something besides merely making money, and I could not but confess that I was happier while actively employed among other men, than when waiting, and waiting in vain, in my lonely studio.

Yet I sometimes looked back with regret to those days of sweet delusion, and retain such an affection for Iphigenia that I carried it home with me when I went to visit my mother. She regarded it with maternal pride, and gave it an honorable place in her parlor, opposite Uncle John. I laughed very much when I saw that delight of my childhood, so meek and cadaverous it now appeared to me, but I turned to my own picture, and thought it almost as absurd. There

seemed to be a family resemblance between the two-Iphigenia and my Uncle John!

I went with my mother to see Mrs. Brown for the first time since that eventful day on which I was so enraptured by Jephthah's daughter. I sat in the same place at table, and had the same quince, I believe, but could eat it now with perfect composure. I was highly amused to see how flimsy the daughter was in her lilac mantle and pink train, and how very thick Jephthah's sandalled legs had be

The white damsel also was no longer a phantom of delight.

The next morning I called upon Fanny Ann. She was playing a singular tune on a rickety piano. She welcomed me with sweet timidity, and had many pretty little airs and graces; but her hair was in curling-papers, and I did not stay long. I presented her portrait—that gem of art—to her grandmother, whose sight was almost gone, and the good lady was very much delighted with it.

But the river, the hills, and the widestretching fields were as beautiful as ever, and I told my mother I should build a pleasanter house on the old place, in a few years, and that she should come and live with me, and—some one else. “Fanny Ann!” said my mother ; but I thought of another Fanny.



ROTHER Bards of every region--

Brother Bards, (your name is Legion !) Were


with me, while the twilight Darkens up my pine-tree skylightWere you gathered, representing

Every land beneath the sun,
Oh what songs would be indited,
Ere the earliest star is lighted,
To the praise of vino d'oro,

On the hills of Lebanon !


Yes, while all alone I quaff its
Lucid gold, and brightly laugh its
Topaz waves and amber bubbles,
Stiîl the thought my pleasure troubles,

That I quaff it all alone.

Oh for Hafiz! glorious Persian!
Keats, with buoyant, gay diversion
Mocking Schiller's grave immersion ;

Oh for wreathed Anacreon!
Yet enough to have the living-
They, the few, the rapture-giving!
(Blessed more than in receiving)
Fate, that frowns when laurels wreathe them,
Once the solace might bequeathe them,
Once to taste of vino d'oro

On the Ilills of Lebanon !


Lebanon, thou mount of story,
Well we know thy sturdy glory,

Since the days of Solomon;
Well we know the Five old Cedars,
Scarred by ages--silent pleaders,
Preaching, in their gray sedateness,
Of thy forest's fallen greatness-
Of the vessels of the Tyrian,
And the palaces Assyrian,
And the temple on Noriah

To the Iligh and Holy One!
Know the wealth of thy appointment-
Myrrh and aloes, gim and ointment;
But we knew not, till we clomb thee,
Of the nectar dropping from thee-
Of the pure, pellucid Ophir
In the cups of vino d'oro,

On the Ilills of Lebanon !


We have drunk, and we have eaten,
Where Mizraim's sheaves are beaten,
Tasted Judah's milk and honey,
On his mountains, bare and sunny;
Drained ambrosial bowls, that ask us
Never more to leave Damascus;
And have sung a vintage pæan,
To the grapes of isles Egaan,
And the flasks of Orvieto,

Ripened in the Roman sun:
But the liquor here surpasses
All that beams in earthly glasses.
'Tis of this that Paracelsus
(His elixir vitæ) tells us,
That to happier shores can float us
Than Lethean stems of lotus,

Straight restores when day is done.
Then, before the sunset waneth,
While the rosy tide, that staineth
Earth, and sky, and sea, remaineth,
We will take the fortune proffer'd,
Ne'er again to be re-offer'd-
We will drink of vino d'oro

On the Hills of Lebanon !
Vino d'oro! vino d'oro!

Golden blood of Lebanon !
Macao, Soptember, 1853.


“ANT ND besides, Monsieur, all the talents the type was of a very small character. dine there ! »

Our arms touched several times during the "I will certainly come. Where shall we evening: the interchange of civilities these meet? What say you to the Galerie

accidents produced was more than enough d'Orleans, for there one's sheltered from to afford facility to engage in a sustained the vicissitudes of this fickle season, conversation. After remarking upon the and, in its winter's throng, the faithless weariness he must feel by hearing the watches are never execrated. But what same music every day and night for hour shall we meet? which is the best hour months, I soon had an opportunity to infor seeing all the talents” at your res quire the name of the book he was readtaurant?

ing, and having been long accustomed to “Six o'clock. God protect you !” the ruthless murders the Frenchmen com“ Until our next meeting." *

mit on foreign names, I instantly recogSome two winters ago, chance placed nized in “Weelyam Shaaspee” the great me at the right corner end of the large dramatic bard of England. The young half-circle the orchestra makes in its mid violinist had exhausted his maternal dle, in the Grand Opera. The musician literature, and he had (so he said) made nearest to me was a young violinist

sufficient progress in the English language about twenty years old. The opera given to dare to swim through Shakespeare's that night was M. Auber's failure (Homer pages uncorked with a translation. He, himself sometimes sleeps) L'Enfant Pro of course, thought Shakespeare sublimedigue. It had then reached its thirtieth every body does. I did not take the night. The orchestra were long since trouble to inquire if he understood him ; tired of it. It is the custom of the artists I have abandoned for many years making of the orchestra when they feel little or no those inquiries of Frenchmen as being a interest in the evening's piece to pass mere waste of time. I have since had away as much time as they can by read reason to think that his knowledge of Enging some book or another. They have lish extended a very little ways beyond heard the piece so often (for before it ap “Yes,” and “How do you do.” pears to the public it has been rehearsed Our conversation lasted, with short inmany hundreds of times), that some of tervals, some hours; he talked with the the older musicians never think of taking freedom of youth, of artist's youth, glad their eyes off their book during the whole to find a patient ear to listen to its story ; evening, but when they have to play, they while I, talking enough to draw him out, install the work they are reading on the listened and talked with the interest I stand by the side of the score, and play feel in every thing in this world, except away with all their might while they are the Multiplication Table and the Rule of devouring some pictured page of Sir Wal Three. Before the curtain fell, we exter Scott or Fenimore Cooper, or some changed cards, and I went the next day animated and brilliant story of M. Alex to see him.

Our acquaintance ripened andre Dumas. There are some ennuyés soon into something like intimacy. One in the orchestra these authors no longer day happening to have rather more money divert. An old bass-violinist has been than I usually can boast, I determined to pointed out to me as having mastered dine at the Trois Frères Provençaux, the Hebrew language while thus whiling partly because I was tired of the fixedaway his time. A kettle-drummer (the

price restaurants and desired a change, and one on the extreme right of the stage) is partly, I suspect, from a lurking hope that noted for his knowledge of the Russian. money, finding how cordial a reception I The cymbal-beater has made a consider gave it, would visit my purse more freable progress in the Sanscrit, and the quently than it did. As a dinner for one triangle man is a proficient in the Coptic person costs at the Trois Frères exactly language and hieroglyphics.

the same sum of money as a dinner for I observed that my neighbor, notwith two (the single portion being more than standing his youth, was one of the en enough for two persons), I determined nuyés; although I several times wiped my to invite my friend the violinist to dine eye-glasses I could not see what book

What a merry time we had of formed the solace of his hours as he so it! Was it not worth all the money it covered it with his music, that neither its cost! To finish the evening gayly, we page-top nor its back was visible; besides, took our gloria at the Café de Paris, and

with me.

* Adieu ! Au revoir.

about midnight we separated, feeling at said he, putting his arm in mine, “are you peace with the world and full of good will ready for my artist-dinner; you contemto all men.

There's nothing like your plate it without trembling." Allons Burgundy for enduing men's breasts with donc !said I, “know, my dear fellow, that the milk of human kindness. As he held when one has eaten his A. B. at --colout his hand to me: “Come next week and lege commons, where, as Weelyain Shaasdine with me,” he said, “it will be some pee would say— thing new to you; and besides, Monsieur, Rats and mice and such small deer, all the talents dine there."

llave been Tom's food for many a year, As I have said I accepted his invitation, he cannot be alarmed by any thing found an'. punctual as a king I was pacing the in a kitchen." animated Galerie d'Orleans while the Te strolled by one of the external arPalais Royal clock was striking six cades of the Galerie d'Orleans, gayly o'clock. There is always a throng in the down to some of the numerous entrances Palais Royal, and especially during the of the Palace, and plunged into one of the winter ; its long arcades afford an agree narrow streets imprisoned between two able walk in the inclement weather, the giant lines of eight-story houses, until we miniature shops with all their contents reached a brilliantly lighted door, paintfancifully and tastily arranged in the im ed gorgeously, its decorations being all mense and perfect plate of glass which, the presents the earth, air, and water give barely leaving the space sufficient for a to the kitchen. Coming suddenly from door, covers the whole front of the shop: the dimly lighted street to the gas lighted the unnumbered variety of the shops, the gilded, and mirrored restaurant, if I was motley complexion of the promenaders, alınost blinded by the light, I was comthe pretty shop girls, the mirrored and pletely stunned by the clatter. The gilded cating-houses with their displays ground-floor was as full as it could be; of all the costly luxuries of the season, every body was talking as fast and as or rather of the wealthy, for they loud as they could talk; the servants know no season, give a constantly novel (who had a large number of guests to and agreeable scene to foreigners and to wait on) shrieked out their questions and Parisians. They are both, too, attracted answers; the master of the house roared thither by its offering within its vast paral in tones which would not have thrown lelogram, restaurants, suited to every discredit on Boanerges, the whole bill of variety of purse, from the fixed-price res fare, which was interlarded with jokes taurant at twenty-two cents, to the bill whenever he caught the eye of some stanch restaurant with an octavo volume of seve habitué, who was never guilty of the ral hundred pages; and four theatres ; “indelicacy” of asking for credit ;-jokes and two musical cafés. The Galerie which were received with loud applause d'Orleans is the microcosm of the Palais of laughter, which I attributed (for the Royal. It is an arcade running across the jokes can only be called jokes by that end of the garden of the Palais Royal, and charitable courtesy which takes the will separating the Palais Royal proper from for the deed, it was evident from his face the shops which line the garden; built he intended them for jokes.) partly to our entirely of glass and iron, lined on both masculine proneness to flatter authority, sides with brilliant shops constructed of the and partly because his absurdities from same materials; entirely protected from the their colossal exaggeration, seemed cariweather, it is so favorite a promenade, be catures of absurdity. Add to all this contween six and eight o'clock in the eve fusion confounded, the distant thunder ning, it is almost impossible to move in it of the cooks' bons; and the sum total of except in the cadenced march of the crowd cach guest's dinner, bawled interrogatively which fills it. The Place Saint Marc in by the woman at the counter, to the waitVenice, (the only sight in the world which ers, and that for eighteen cents, you had can be compared with this) is far inferior soup, two plates of meat, a dessert; a half in brilliancy and gayety to the Palais bottle of wine and bread at discretionRoyal.

you will admit that this was decidedly a Even if my friend had been less punc chcap restaurant. Wonder that Frenchtual than he was (the fines inflicted by men should despise life, when life can be the Grand Opera for tardiness, are ad maintained so cheaply ! mirable correctives of artists' negligence of According to the bill of fare, I eat Jutime), I could readily have amused my lienne soup, a beef-steak and potatoes, a self in the Galerie d'Orleans, although I mutton cutlet and potatoes, and plums have been for a good many years a daily fre and almonds—what I really eat, I have quenter of its marble pavement. “Come," much less knowledge of than I possess of

Eleusinian Mysteries. After seeing the nourishment of French_literary men, I have lost the surprise I felt at reading their works. I am only astonished they are not worse.

It was quite a masquerade of poverty. I vow if I had met any of those habitués on the street, I should have taken them for men of property. Every body had handsome kid gloves, and gold watches and chains, and the majority wore patent leather boots. If regard was had to the narrowness of their incomes, their very wardrobe demanded the exertion of consummate genius. The larger number of the guests were young men.

These were "all the talents,” who were persuaded (and generally with reason) that fortune was a mere question of time to them. There were young musical composers among the frequenters of the restaurant, and young actors, young painters, young scribblers, young musicians, and some shop-boys-and of both sexes of all of these stations of life. Most of the persons present were husbands or wives by brcvet. The pro hac vice wives bore the names of their “husbands” with as much ease as if the mayor and the priest had taken their parts in the transmutation. The waiters, who were quite young, were on a footing of equality with the guests, and joked and laughed and patted them on the backs; they never thought of saying Monsieur; in many cases the waiters were richer than the guests. There were no disputes, no quarrelling, no impertinencies of any kind, the "ladies” were treated with a marked courtesy ; every one was gay, every one was merry,-how could it bo otherwise when all were so young.

I had scarcely exchanged the ordinary civilities with my friend's “Madame (who was waiting for us when we came in) when I heard the notes of a guitar : turning to the door, I saw standing under the clock, and between the door and the window, a tall scrawny woman; she was dressed shabbily genteel, and every thing about her gave evident indications that she had long and still painfully struggled with poverty: she must have suffered acutely, during the conflict, for besides the lines rising on both sides of her nose, and running around her mouth, and the furrows on both cheeks, from the cheekbone to a level with the mouth, she was one of those constitutions which suffer the most from the ills of life, as they can bear more of them before breaking, than any other temperament. She was tall, thin, nervous; her limbs and her head were small, her hair was black and ill

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dressed-not from carelessness, but as if her hands had many a time in the course of the day pressed it back give more air to her fired brain ; she kept her eyes fixed on the floor, and sang three or four of the merrier popular songs of the day. No attention was paid to her, unless I except the impertinent way the waiters snubbed her, and the rude jests the landlord made with her. After her songs were ended, she went around from table to table, holding out a small tin box for some re compense for her labors. I suppose she received in all some fifteen cents. In a short time after she left us, two mere lads, violinists, came in, and gave us something as much like music as they could make it. They handed around a cup, which re ceived as liberal a donation as the poor woman's box. Then we had a harper.

With the music, the strange sights around me, the queer exclamations which met my ears, the beauty of “Madame," the youthful and artist's gayety of my friend, and the two bottles of extra wine he ordered (and a glass of which the waiter expected as of course), our dinner went off merrily cnough-so merrily I have dined there several times since--and at my suggestion we all went to my room, (after my friend had paid the bill

, fiftyfour cents, and given three cents to the waiter), where his “Madame” made coffee, while he and I arranged some cakes I had bought, on some plates, and blew up the fire, and we felt as happy as lords, for all we were up so many flights of the stairs of the spiral staircase.

“Don't think,” said he, “that our rest taurant is the lowest in Paris. There are some where you have soup, two plates, a dessert, wine, and bread at discretion, for twelve cents; indeed, outside of the Bar rière du Mont Rouge, there is one where you may get all of that for ten centsthough I would not engage you to try it, for one of my friends, the 'serpent,' told me that he eat there before he entered our orchestra, and after the Italian opera season closed, one day he asked for fricasseed chicken, and he found the bones of it were those of an ox's tail. Du reste one may live at those places—I mean, one may keep starvation at arm's length at one of those places and without danger, --so the serpent' says, if he eats only vermicelli soup and vegetables, for the bread there, as every where in Paris, is excellent. But it is a droll place though! The “serpent” says they have all of our musical entertainment, and a great deal more noise than we have (for in Paris the noise made in the restaurants, increases.

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