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have committed. "In the Land of the Eisteddfodd "is a
curious kind of sketch that describes very smartly the mixture
of comic and pathetic that took place during that imposing
ceremony. "Eveleen O'Connor" is a very awful tale, that
is painful to peruse, from being an apt representation of the
sad effects of furious rage and extreme imprudence com-
bined. Eveleen's fate was happier than if her reason had
survived, and therefore her fate was not so tragic as it
seemed. " The Miseries of a Dramatic Author" is a very
entertaining and instructive paper. It should be perused
by young and inexperienced writers, who little imagine
what is before them, if they aim at writing for the stage.
The real troubles begin, it is said, after the play is accepted.
Every imaginable annoyance, every conceivable misfortune
seems to assail the hapless wight who aspires to become the
successful author of a piece. The manager coolly tells him
his best points are all impracticable, the actors do not like

heir parts—perhaps refuse to act at all—and thus cause

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great confusion, and sometimes stop the piece altogether.
Of minor troubles there are myriads. Some people will
have " exit speeches," and expect some to be specially in-
troduced to please them. A manager once asked an author
to give "B" an exit speech, adding that his position de-
manded it. The other replied that his position in the play
did not admit of one. The manager retorted, "Why not a
curse; B's position in the theatre demands a curse." This
seems a strange mode of settling differences, and would
hardly suit all tastes. A ludicrous story [quoted in
The Sun a few days since] is told of a writer for'
the stage once venturing on a tragedy. His manager
advised him to " cut out all the poetry, and send it to
,Astley's." He did so, mad it ran a hundred nights. If
authors oftener followed scch unpalatable advice, the re-
sults might be as profitable. The sketch winds up by stat-
ing that a novelist, on the day of publication, feels as if
drawing cheques on theßank of Fame; but a dramatist has
terrible misgivings to encounter, as his success depends
principally upon others, who are often indifferent.

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TEMPLE BAB.—" John Marchmont's Legacy" is
continued at some lengtb, and some eventful cir-
cumstances occur. Belinda Lawford speaks her
mind about Edward Arundel's conduct in chastising
Mr. Paul Marchmont, but is overheard by that
worthy man, and he seizes the opportunity of
mystifying her. Edward Arundel returns home from
Brittany, and finds Belinda at his mother's house on a visit.
After a short time he proposes to her, and the time is fixed
for the wedding. 111-omened doubts assail the mind of the
young man as the day draws near, and he is evidently
under the apprehension of some unfortunate event occur-

ring. 1n all probability one of those startling occurrences
will take place which have so often appeared in this
authoress's works. " The Trials of the Tredgolds " is
proceeded with, but does not make very much progress in
this number. Herbert Gifford and Lizzie Moyle still keep
up their engagement in a clandestine form, which will soon
cause fresh disturbances. Clement Buckhurst attempts to

retrieve his fallen fortunes by proposing for Clare Gifford,
but fails in his object. Noel Bryan is progressing steadily

with his work, and promises to become famous. "DeMortuis'i
is an article that contains a sort of melancholy interest.

The obituary record is now of one gone to the tomb in that

city of eternal change and revolution, which, in its whirl
of shifting movements, has scarcely time to ask where are
the old symbols—where even the cherished realities. The
Fabourg of St. German is the quarter alluded to, and
certainly its annals are stored with recollections of ancient
grandeur and departed power. Lord Strangford, in his lines
on the Aristocracy of France, has paid a tribute to their
constancy and devotion to the old cause, to which they clung

with chivalric enthusiasm :
But though their etate is fallen, all Europe cannot show
Such glory as was theirs of old, such glory as is now.
For they themselves have conquered, themselves they have

forgone;
And they their own relinquished, till the King shall have

his Own.
This serial seems to be prone to undertake retrospective
subjects this month, for we find a paper headed " Fifty
Years Ago." It alludes to the 18th of this month
as the great anniversary for the Germans, since it
celebrates the battle of " Leipzig." After an elaborate ac-
count of the conflict the writer seeks to read a lecture to the
present generation. Ho very wisely bids the Germans re-
member that all the armies then combined had been pre-
viously defeated separately. Hence it is aptly suggested
that the course now taken by Prussia is a very dangerous
one, and that the fable of the Bundle of Sticks may now be
verified. "It was dualism that led to the loss of Lombardy,
and the same feeling may cause Rhenish Prussia also to be
lopped off the Germanic Confederation." "My Travelling
Companion" is concluded, and it would seem that, after all,
the disappointed lover and the deluded victim was nothing
else than a dexterous sharper and an expert thief. His
adroitness in abstracting the loss of valuables about equalled
his skill in devising a thrilling tale of horror, and suggest-
ing the striking but unpleasant denouement of trying his
poniard on his companion to test its efficacy in ridding him
of his enemy. Though not over probable, the story is pos-
sible, and very ingeniously put altogether. "Winter
Prospects of the North of England" affords the opportu-
nity of suggesting some valuable hints 7egarding that com-
plicated question. It is truly said that typhus is greatly to
be dreaded, and that this is not only a poor man's question.
" Fever is erratic and unscrupulous ; although bred on the
cold hearthstone of Lazarus, it will stalk unbidden to the
drawing room or bed chamber of a neighbouring Dives."
MACMILLAN.—MacmiIIan is this month more in-

teresting than usual, the subjects being varied and
the articles generally well written. The fifth letter
from the Competition Wallah" dilates enthusi-
astically on the advantages of the Indian Civil
Service, and expatiates on its superiority over the
heart-sickness of briefs deferred, and. the hopeless struggle
against the sons of attorneys, and the nephews of railway
directors. "Is it not better," he asks indignantly, " than
grinding year after year at the school with teaching the
young idea how to turn good English verses into bad
Latin ? Is it not better than hanging wearily on at college,
feeling your early triumphs turn into bitterness, doubting.
whether to class yout self with old or young ? An able
energetic man, for whom active life has charms, well de -
light in such an exchange as is offered him by an Indian
career, but an enthusiast is forced to admit that the attrac-
tions of domestic life are not equal to thoseof public service.
The lack of employment or interest in "up country life " is
severely felt by the ladies, and when it comes to sending
their little ones home without them the trial is very great.
Yet, with all drawbacks, the picture which the writer gives
of the Civil Service is an inspiring one. "There is no career,"
he says, "which holds out such certain and splendid pro-
spects to honourable ambition. But better far than this, there
Nilo career which so surely inspires men with the desire
to do something useful in their generation—to leave their
mark upon the world for good and not for evil." The story
of " Vincenzo" is continued, and the fortunes of the luck-
less hero take a sudden turn for the better. Sorrow and
anxiety have softened Rose, and the long and dangerous
illness of her husband following closely on the death of her
father, reawakens all her dormant affection. She devotes
herself to him with unceasing tenderness, and at length
sees him restored to life and to the service of his country
from which she had so long withheld him. Dr. Anstie con-
tributes a paper on " Physical Pain," and inclines to the
theory that pain in the nerve is the result of a low degree
of vitality, and supports his views by ingenious argument
and illustration. " Gold, its Chemistry and Mineralogy,"
is the subject of an interesting paper. It is mentioned, as
a curious fact, that it is not unusual to find in the sand of
the river Seine, which is used for glass making, small
grains of gold, and that this gold by some means makes its
its way into the vegetation on the banks. A French che-
mist, in order to demonstrate this with certainty, burnt some
of .the vines growing there, and from their ashes he ex-
tracted enough gold to coin throe Napoleons. As each
piece of 20 francs value cost the experimenter 120 franca to
procure, the result was not encouraging in the way of profit,
but it was highly successful by way of scientific experi-
ment. "A Little French City" is the title of a pleasant
gossiping'paper about the good people and quiet town of
Sens, written by an artist who gives such a glowing de-
scription of the beauty surrounding his painting-tent that
it is enough to tempt any reader, with means and leisure,
to cross the Channel forthwith.
ST. JAMES'S.—The story of "Aubrey Marston"
continues to unravel its mysteries at a slow and
uncertain pace. It is followed by an article onthc
various discomforts and ingenious tendencies of
railway travelling. The writer, however, does not
consider these drawbacks to be inseparable from
the popular system of locomotion. "It is," ho says, ``'l
,
glorious mode of progression, and great is the pity Ora:.
everything that tends to diminish its risk, whethsi
diets or future, is not adopted without delay." The
dark
of my Office" islcontinued, and unfolds another of
dtelight in.
pages of human life which the writer seems pet°secount et
Sir Laseelles Wraxall gives us a Freneb.l,trovs in
the
an Englishman's aeronautic enterprises. j
this month float
u
Stream" have reached their fifth part,M Madeleine Graham
a Disuoi
over to Boulogne-sur-?slew. The s`,oll'
questionable taste to
:,,nounererenriseast,ioinntoiswatiosntot:iltat
is continued with spirit, butriotiiin:s..erl qtrial, whose painful
details the incidents of a criminal
details are fresh in most "1
this kind. It is a new feature 1A ,
h the High Seas,
certainly not one to be coott.ne, tii,epd.eart'neornis are several other
papers, the best of tbe.m.
and "As far as the Mgt.
THE NATIONAL MAG. AZI/N. ThC most noticeable
feature
of in this magazine Captain Mayne Reid's
story -Whtte G,
works,, Lull ofauntl life anetd" adventure. lik
Queenall
its
which e
o
Elizabeth'ss
troubles are discussed at length, and it is curi-
ous to compare the dangers and trials of her early days with
her subsequent gralltinit and prosperity. The series of
utb

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