New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1878-10-02

mystery as well, for ell but the owner Of
the model. "Imagine," he says, " that in
1913, on the eleventh of April" and here
the history bkeaks of. A fine crsyon
portrait that he used to have constantly
before him is that of the Jeannine of Les
ldees de Madame AubrGy; he has lived all
his works.
DUMAS AT WORK.
Like most Frenchmen, ne gets his days
task done in the morning, in order to have
his evenings free for society. His methods
of diversion have sometimes been extra
ordinary. When the Chinese knife-throw-
ers came TO Paris some years ago, be used
| as q sort of private exercise in gymnastics
for the relief of body and mind. He
acquired such facility that he had some
difficulty in dissuading Madame Dumas
from becoming his target. George Sand
heard of his skill, and, as if to show that
in this, as in other things, she was not to
be beaten by q man, she was soon at work
with the knives day by day, with milli-
ner's dummy for a mark, and with a sue
cess proportioned to her exertions
The favorite relaxation of his maturer
years is the tidying up of his own room.
When his ideas are not SO clear as he
could wish, off goes his coat, and tor
day or two he combines the functions of
Molly and furniture porter ip his own
person, until, as the trainers might say,
he feels himself fit for dramatic philosophy
once more. His father was not without
his misgivings in regard to this passion for
order, this power of occasional attention
to material details. "He will never sue
coed in literature" he murmured; "he
has twelve pairs of boots-all in line"
The SOD, for his part, knew how to reply,
and some Of the brightest specimens of
the current coin OF Partisan wit were
minted by his brain in friendly contests
provoked by his sire's complaints. In
these their relationship seemed to be re-
versed; the elder man figured as the ndll-
Udis Syjet, the younger as the monitor and
guide. my father is big baby that
had when was very little one,
Alexandra used to say.
His conversation combines matter and
manner in the happiest way. You would
hardly require to be aware of his high re-
pute to perceive that you are in the pre-
sence Of profound thinker, who is also
writer for the stage. He has one of the
rarest gifts-that of making monologue
interesting. His topic is thesis; but you
never suspect as much until you find that
the final epigram is also logical conclu-
sion. He personifes his argument, de-
velops it by dialogue between imaginary
characters, and the rapt listener seems to
be under the spell of senic representation.
He is something more than the medium
height, robust in make, and with so little
of the typical author in his appearance
that he might pass anywhere for q man
who had never been guilty of printed
line. The difference between the two,
indeed, is not SO marked in this age as it
was in the past, when bookmen stopped as
though they were obliged to carry all they
wrote, and when in every wasted feature
they seemed 70 bear the regimental brand
of their service to the Muse. His eyes
somewhat yfeur-de-tete, like those of
Chief Justice Cockburn- himself half
Frenchmsn would, however, always serve
TO distinguish him from the common run |
as one OF the few keen observers of their |
kind. When he is animated they light up |
the whole face, and then, unfortunately, |
he looks too much like a genius to be for |
moment mistaken far perfect man of |
the world