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gentleman lolling in the earriage returns a lazy nod, and the young ladiea a stare whieh, from sueh eharming ereatures, would be aeknowledgment enough, if it were only aeeompanied by a smile.

The Marquis himself rides out on hersehaek, attended at a respeetful distanee by two mounted grooms, and surrounded elose at hand by half a dozen bounds. He makes a point of dressing very plainly in a blaek eoat and velvet waisteoat; the only remarkable portions of his attire being a starehed muslin eravat tied d la Brummell, and a pair of Hessian boots with aristoeratie tassels. He is altogether a jolly-looking fellow, and his manly eheeks graeefully protrude over his shirt eollars, while his eountenanee exhihits that appearanee of dignified nohility and ill-temper whieh is the immemorial perquisite of overwhelming aneestral henors, and eternal—remorseless—gout. The Marquis has learned that one of his best tenants requires some repairs done to his harn; and, being a man of business, in these rahid anti-eornlaw times, he deems it best to eoneiliate all men by a display of ineredible eondeseension, and pay a visit to the farmer, to inspeet the premises in person. Ho therefore arrives at the hemestead of his tenant just at one o'eloek, when the farmer is at dinner; and while his footmen are flogging away his heunds, whieh have eommeneed a furious attaek upon the dogs in the farm-yard, the old farmer harries from his dinner with his head hare, and his wife, to the utter dismay of the laborers, sweeps away all vestiges of the unfinished meal, and eommands them to retire, lest "his lordship" sheuld eondeseend to enter the heuse and find it

j in an uproar, from elowns having perpotrated the j enormity of eating.

< Now, as the farmer was never behindhand with his rent, the Marquis, addressing him by his sur

4 name, lowers his dignity so far as to ask him about j the state of the late erops, and the markets, and the j old man is euraptured; but still the old fellow—whe j in his heart does not eare a great deal for a Lord, so j long as "he is able to pay his way"—obstinately \ informs him that times are "dreadful had," and an j henest man ean't live, and reminds him of the state

< of his harn, whereupon the Marquis assures him that he has given orders to his steward to have it repaired,

i and humors the old farmer by asking for a glass of

< his "heme brewed." If he is in an extraordinary J good-humor, he will dismount and enter the heuse: ; where he will find "the dame," whe has hastily j donned her Sunday eap and a elean apron, with | her daughters in the same artieles of dress reeently

adopted, eourteseying lowly, and silent with profound respeet, until he familiarly aeeosts the old lady, and jokes the young ones upon matrimonial matters, in a shert, abrupt manner, finishing every sentenee with an "eh, eh?" not giving them time to answer him, whieh, indeed, they ore too mueh " flustrated" to do: so he just sips a little of the alo that is brought to him, and, wishing them a eondeseending "good morning," mounts his herse, and eanters heme, dismissing them from his theughts for another six months.

This slight sketeh may serve to give tho reader somo idea of the manners of the great when rustieating.


Br JfK8. HIT,

"As the Diamond exeels every jewel we find,
So Truth is tho one peerless gem of tbo mind I"

A Sew tragedy was about to be brought forth at the Haymarket Theatre. Report spoke loudly of its merits, and report touehed elosely on the name of its auther. Either Talbot or Stratford must have written it; these regular attendants at rehearsal, whe seemed equally interested in every situation, equally at heme in every point, througheut the pieee. Some said that it was a Beaumont and Fleteher eoneern, in whieh both parties were equally implieated; and this eonjeeture did not appear improhable, for the young men in question were indeed united together in bonds of more than ordinary friendship. They bad been seheolfellows and brother-eollegians; eaeh was in the enjoyment of an easy independenee, and their tastes, pursuits, and ways of living were very similar. So eongenial, indeed, were they in taste, that they had both fixed their preferenee on the same

lady I Adelaide Linley was an aeeomplished and pretty heiress, whe, fortunately for them, was the ward of Mr. Grayson, an eminent solieitor, with whem they had reeently renewed an early aequaintanee. Rivalry, hewever, failed of its usual effeet in their ease, it ereated no dissension between them; indeed, the manner of Adelaide was very far removed from eoquetry, and altheugh it was evident that she preferred the friends to the rest of her wooers, she shewed to neither of them evidenee of any feeling beyond these of friendship and good-will.

The night of the tragedy arrived. Mr. and Mrs. Grayson, their ward, and two or three of her " wooers," were in attendanee before the rising of tho eurtain; they wore just as ignorant as other people touehing the preeise identity of the dramatist about to enoounter the awful fiat of the publie. Talbot and Stratford were sheltered in the deep reeesses of a private box; had they been in a publio one, nobody eonld have doubted whieh was the hero of the evening. Talbot's flushed eheek, eager eye, and nervous restlossness, plainly indieated that the tragedy was not written on the Beaumont and Fleteher plan, but that it owed its existenee entirely to himself.

The eurtain rose; the tragedy was admirably performed, and many of the speeehes were beautifully written; but it laeked the indeserihable eharm of stago effeet, so neeessary to stage sueeess; the last aet was heavy and uninteresting, great disapprohation was expressed, and finally another pieee was announeed for the sueeeeding evening!

Adelaide was mueh eoneerned; it mattered nothing to her whether the play was written by Talbot or Stratford; sho wished well to eaeh of them, and sympathized in the disappointment of the author. Talbot, who had antieipated stepping forward to the front of the box, and graeefully bowing his aeknowledgments to the applauding andienee, now found himself under the neeessity of making an abrupt exit, muttering inveetives on their stupidity; and Stratford repaired to his own lodgings, aware that Talbot, in the present state of his mind, was unfitted for the soeiety even of his favorite friend. The next morning, Stratford had half finished breakfast when Talbot entered the room. Stratford was abont to aeeost him with a lively remark, that "he hoped the severity of the audienee had not spoiled his night's rest;" but a momentary glanee at his friend told him that sueh a remark would be eruelly sareastie; it was quite elear that his night's rest had been spoiled; it was quite elear that what had been "sport" to the publie had been "death" to the dramatist; it was quite elear that the "Russian Brothers," although they had eeased to exist on the stage of the Haymarket Theatre, were still hovering about, like shadowy apparitions, " to plague the inventor!"

"Read these papers," said Talbot, plaeing four or five nowspapers in the hands of Stratford, " and do not wonder that I look and feel miserable at having thus exposed myself to the derision of the world."

Stratford hastily finished a eup of eoffee, and pushed away a just broken egg; it seemed quite unfeeling to think of eating and drinking in the presenee of so mueh wretehedness. He turned to the dramatie artiele of one nowspaper after another, expeeting to find his friend vietimized, slandered, and laughed to seorn; but in reality, as my readers may perhaps be prepared to hear, the erities were very fair, reasonable erities, indeed; and it was only the sensitiveness of the author whieh had eonverted them into weapons of offenee.

"I am sure," said Stratford, after the serutiny was eoneluded, "the dramatie eritio of the 'Times' speaks very kindly of you; does not ho say that

; there is mueh beauty in many of the speeehes, only that the drama is unsuited for representation?"

"Exaetly so," replied Talbot, dryly; "the only ; defeet he finds in it is, that it is perfeetly unsuited < for the purpose for whieh it was written!"

"But," persisted Stratford, "he says that he is ; eertain you would sueeeed better in a seeond ax'. tempt." I

!" As I shall most assuredly never make a seeond : attempt," replied Talbot, " his opinion, or that of ! any one elso on the subjeet, is of very little importi onee to me."

!" Surely, however," said Stratford, " it is better to ! reeeive the eommendation of writers of judgment ; and ahility, than the applause of the one shilling ! gallery. Arbusenla was an aetress on the Roman ! stage, who laughed at the hisses of the populaee, ! while she reeeived the applause of the knights." i Talbot only replied to this aneedote by a muttered J exelamation of impatienee.

! And here let me give a fow words of adviee to my 1 readers. Whenever you eondole with those in trouj ble, do it in the old-fashioned eut-and-dried way: it is true that your stoek-phrases and tedious truisms may eause you to be ealled a bore, but thousands of 1 highly respeetable, eondoling friends have been J ealled bores before you, and thousands will be ealled | so after you. But if you diverge at all from the beaten traek, and attempt to introduee a literary allusion, or venture on a elassieal illustration, depend upon it you will be eited ever afterwards as an extremely hard-hearted person, intent alone on displaying your own wit or wisdom, instead of properly entering into the sorrows of your friend.

"The ' Morning Chroniele,'" resumed Stratford, "speaks highly of the seene between the brothers at the end of the seeond aet."

"Yes,"replied Talbot, "and the 'MorningChroniele' winds up its eritio by advising me never to write another drama."

"Did you not say just now that you never intended to do Ro ?" asked Stratford.

"How I wish, Stratford," exelaimed Talbot, impetuously, "that I eould make you enter into my feelings. How very differently you would think and speak if you were the author of a eondemned tragedy!"

"I do not eonsider," said Stratford, "that if sueh wero tho ease, I should in any respeet think or speak differently. I should feel far more pleasure in knowing that I had written a work whieh deserved to be sueeessful, than mortifieation at the want of good taste in a mixed and misjudging audienee, whieh had eaused it to fail of sueeess."

Stratford, having been unfortunate in his previous attempts at eonsolation, had taken somo pains to devise a prettily turned speeeh; but he little thought how eompletely sueeessful it would prove; tho eountenanee of Talbot aetually lighted up with pleasure.


"Are you really sineere in what yon have said?" lie replied. "I have a partieular reason for wishing to know; do not reply to me in a hurry; take a fow minntes for eonsideration."

Somowhat surprised, Stratford bepan the eourse of mental examination preseribed by his friend; and the result of it was that, although he had only meant to speak eivilly, he found (hat he had been speaking truly; for Stratford had a great admiration for literary talents, and a great wish to possess them; he also know that Adelaide Linley was a warm admirer of dramatie poetry; he eould not doubt that her judgment would lead her to approve of the "Russian Brothers;" and, iu regard to its eondemnation, she, like every other intelligent person, must be fully aware that the plays that read best in the eloset are often least adapted to the stage.

"I have eonsidered the matter again," said Stratford, after a pause, "and I repeat what I previously said; I should be glad to be the author of the 'Russian Brothers,' even although it has been eondemned; but after all, Talbot, how useless is this* eonversation! no good wishes on your part, or aspiring wishes on my own, eon make me the author of a drama to whieh I never eontributed an idea or a line."

"Yet," said Talbot, "I do not see why the business might not be arranged to our mutual satisfaetion. You wish to be known as the author of this play; I, perhaps foolishly and irritably, repent that I ever wrote it; no ono but ourselves is aware whieh of us is the author; why should you not own it? I will most joyfully give up my elaim to you."

Stratford was a little startled at this proposition.

"Bnt should the deeeption be diseovered," he said, "people will allege that, like the jay, X have been strutting in borrowed plumes."

"Not at all," replied Talbot; "your plumes are not borrowed, but are willingly bestowed upon you by the owner; besides, how should any diseovery ensne, exeept from our own diselosures? You, of eourse, will not wish to disown what you eonsider it s eredit to gain; and, for myself, I give you my word that, should the 'Russian Brothers' be destined to attain high eelebrity at a future day, I shall never assert my rights of paternity—they are the ehildren of your adoption; but, remember, you adopt them for life."

"Willingly," replied Stratford; "and now let us pay a visit at Mr. Grayson's house. Doubtless the fair Adelaide will be impatient to pour halm into the wonnds suffered by one of her adorers; pity is sometimes akin to love."

"It is more frequently akin to eontempt," murmured Talbot, in too low a voiee to be heard; but nevertheless the friends proeeeded on their way, talking mueh less eheerfully, and looking mueh less eontented than might be supposed, when it is eonsidered that they had reeently entered into a eoms'

paet so satisfaetory to both of them. I wish I eould ; say that eonseienee bore any share in their dis'quietude, and that eaeh felt grieved and humiliated > at the idea that he was violating the saered purity \ of truth; but sueh was not the ease. Either Talbot or Stratford would have shrunk from the idea of telling a falsehood of malignity or dishonesty; but the polite untruths of eonvenienee or flattery were as "household words" in their voeabulary. A dim foreboding of evil, however, now seemed to overshadow them. Talbot had something of the same sensation whieh a man may be supposed to have who has east off a troublesome ehild in a fit of irritation. His tragedy had been a souree of great disappointment and mortifieation to him; but still it was his own; it had derived existenee from him; ho had spent many tedious days and nights watehing over it before he eould bring it to perfeetion; he was not quite happy in the idea that he had forever made over all right and title in it to another. Stratford also was somowhat dispirited; he eould not help thinking about a paper in the" Speetator" eoneerning a " Mountain of Miseries," where Jupiter allowed every one to lay down his own misery, and take up that of another person, eaeh individual in the end being hitterly dissatisfied with the result of the experiment. Stratford had laid down his literary insignifieanee, and taken up the burden of unsueeessful authorship; should he live to repent it? This in.the eourse of a little time will appear.

Adelaide Linley sat in the drawing-room of her guardian, eagerly awaiting a visit from her two favorite admirers. She was not alone, neither was one of her " wooers" with her. Her eompanion was a quiet-looking young man, whose personal appearj anee had nothing in it to reeommend him to notiee, i although a physiognomist would have been struek ; with the good expression of his eountenanee. His \ name was Alton, and he was tho eonfidential elerk l of her guardian. He had never presumed to address >. the heiress, save with distant respeet; but sho valued I him for the exeellent qualities whieh had made him a \ high favorite with Mr. Grayson, and always treated j him with kindness and eonsideration. On the prej sent oeeasion, however, she was evidently somowhat out of humor, and aeeepted the sheet of paper from J him, on whieh he had been transerihing for her some J passages from a now poem, with a eold expression of thanks. Alton lingered a moment at the door of the room. "There is peeuliar beauty," he said, "in the elosing lines of the last passage."

"There is," replied the heiress, earelessly; "but I should seareely have thought, Mr. Alton, that you would have taken mueh interest in poetry: why did you not aeeompany us last night, to see the now tragedy, although so repeatedly pressed to do so?"

"I had a reason for deelining to go, Miss Linley," said Alton.

"Prohably you disapprove of dramatie representations," said Adelaide; "in whloh ease I approve your eonsisteney and eonseientiousness in refusing to frequent them."

Alton would have liked to be approved by Adelaide; but he liked to speak the truth Jtill better.

"That was not my reason," he replied: "I do not disapprove of the drama, nor eould I expeet nnything that was not perfeetly exeellent aud unexeeptionable from the reputed authers of the tragedy in question—I had another reason."

"May I beg to know it ?" said Adelaide, half in jest and half m earnest.

Alton's eheek beeame flushed, but he replied, "I j am not in the hahit of withhelding the truth, when f expressly asked for it. I never go to publie amuse- \ ments, beeause I objeet to the expense."

Alton eould seareely have made any speeeh that j would more have lowered him in Adelaide's estimation. The young ean make allowanee for " the good j old gentlemanly viee" of avariee, in these whe have j lived so many years in the world that gathering gold appears to them as suitable a pastime for age .-s tli.it of gathering flowers fur ehildheod; but ava- ] riee in youth, like a loek of white hair in the midst S of sunny eurls, seems sadly out of its plaee. Adelaide knew that Alton reeeived a liberal stipend from her guardian, and that he had also inherited somo S property from a eousin; he had not any near relations, he was doubtless hearding entirely for his own profit; he was a gold worshipper in a small way, aeeumulating the preeious metal by petty eeonomies in London, instead of going out manfully to dig it: up by lumps in California! She therefore merely replied, "You are very prvdtnt, Mr. Alton," with a; marked and meaning intonation of the last word, whieh eonverted it into a sovere epigram, and took up a book with an air of sueh unmistakable eoldness, that the diseomfited eeonomist was glad to beat a retreat. Adelaide's solitude was soon more agreeably enlivened by the arrival of Talbot and Stratford. Talbot quiekly dispelled all emharrass- { stent as to the subjeet of the tragedy, by playfully' raying, "I bring with me an ill-fated auther, who \ I am sure you will agreo with me deserved mueh better treatment than he has met with."

Hereupon Adelaide offered words of eonsolation, and very sweet, kind, and winning words they were; indeed, Stratford deemed them quite suffieient to eompensate for the failure of a tragedy; but then, we must remember that Stratford was not really the ) auther of the " Russian Brothers;" his wounds were only fietitious, and therefore it was no very diffieult \ task to heal them. Possibly Talbot might have felt J a little uneasy at Adelaide's exeess of kindness, had! he been present during the whele of Stratford's visit;; but Talbot had soon made his eseape to his elub; ) he had several friends there, whe suspeeted him of having written the tragedy of the preeeding night; a few heurs ago he had dreaded the idea of meeting < them; but now he eneountered them with fearless openness, expressing his eoneern for the failure of

Stratford's tragedy, and remarking that "the poor fellow was so terribly eut up about it, that he had advised him to keep quiet for a few days, and let the (flair blow over."

Talbot and Stratford dined together; both were in good spirits; neither of them had yet begun to feel any of the evils of the deeeptive eourse they were pursuing. A week passed, and the sky was no longer so fair and eloudless. Adelaide's pity for Stratford was evidently far more akin to love than eontempt; she was nn admirer of genius, ond was never wearied of talking about the tragedy, whieh had really made a deep impression upon her. She requested Stratford to let her have the rough eopy of it; the request was not so emharrassing as might be supposed, for Stratford had been obliged to ask Talbot to give it to him, that he might be able to answer Adelaide's eontinual questions as to the eonduet of the story and development of the eharaeters; the handwriting of the friends was very similar, and the blotted, interlined manuseript revealed no seerets •as to its espeeial inditer. "Remember," said Adelaide, as she playfully reeeived it, "that I eonsider this as a gift, not as a loan; it will prohably be introdueed into various eireles."

Talbot was present at the time, and felt a pang of inexpressible aeuteness at the idea of the offspring of his own brain being paraded in "various eireles" as the produetion of Stratford. He eould not offer any opposition to Adelaide's intentions; but he revenged himself by eonstant taunting allusions to the mortifieations of an unsueeessful dramatist, shunned by the manager, seorned by the performers, and even a subjeet of sareastie pity to the seene-shifters!

These speeehes hurt and offended Stratford, espeeially as they were always made in the presenee of Captain Nqshitt, another of the "wooers" of the heiress, whe shared Talbot's newly-born jealousy of Stratford, and eonsequently was delighted both to prompt and keep up any line of eonversation likely to humiliate him in the presenee of his ladylove. A shert time ago Talbot and Stratford had been generous and amieable rivals; but they had eeased to walk together in peaee from the period when they entered the erooked paths of dissimulation. When Adelaide had attentively read the manuseript tragedy, she transeribed it in a fair hand; she had already fixed on a destination for it . One of the oldest friends of Adelaide's late father was a fashionable London publisher. Adelaide had kept up frequent intereourse with him, and waited on him with her manuseript, seeure of being kindly reeeived, even if he did not grant her request . Fortunately, hewever, for her, he had been present at the representation of the "Russian Brothers," and had been extremely struek with the beauty of the dialogue, and he readily agreed to print it . When the proofs were ready, Adelaide, quite sure that she sheuld be giving great pleasure to Stratford, announeed to him what she had done.



Stratford nervously started, and gave a hurried, apprehensive glanee at Talbot.

"It will be eertain to be a favorite with the reading publie, will it not?" said Adelaide, addressing Talbot.

"I am sure it will," answered Talbot, with animation, forgetting for the moment everything but that be was the author of the 'Russian Brothers,' and that the' Russian Brothers' was going to be printed. "How well the seene will read between the brothers at the end of the seeond aet!"

"It will, indeed," returned Adelaide, with an approving glanee at Talbot, whom she had lately suspeeted of being somowhat envious of the genins of his rival; "really, we must try and inspire our friend with a little more eonfidenee. I don't think he is at all aware of his own talents."

"I don't think he is, indeed," said Talbot, with a distant approaeh to a sneer.

"But my favorite passage," pursued Adelaide, "is the soliloquy of Orloff, in the third aet. Will you repeat it, Mr. Stratford?"

Stratford began to repeat it as blunderingly and" monotonously as he had been wont to repeat " My name is Norval" in his sehoolboy days; but Talbot quiekly took possession of it, and reeited it with feeling and spirit.

"How strange it is," said Adelaide, " that authors rarely give effeet to their own writings! But how beautiful is the sentiment of that speeeh—more beautiful, I think, every time one hears it. How did you feel, Mr. Stratford, when you wrote those lines?"

Stratford deelared, with sineerity, that he had not the slightest reeolleetion how ho felt; and Adelaide asked Talbot to repeat another speeeh, and praised his memory and feeling, in return for whieh he praised her good taste. Poor Talbot, he was somewhat in the position of the hero of a German tale; a kind of metempsyehosis seemed to havo taken plaee in relation to himself and his. friend, and he did not know whether to be delighted; that his tragedy should be admired, or angry that it should be admired as the eomposition of Stratford. All eontradietory feelings, however, merged into unmistakable resentment and diseontent when the tragedy was published; it beeame deeidedly popular; the Reviows aeeorded wonderfully in their eommendation of it, and the first edition was speedily sold off. Stratford's namo was not prefixed to it, at his own espeeial request: he did not want to plunge deeper into tho mazes of falsehood than ho had already done. But Talbot had proelaimed with sueh unwearied perseveranee that Stratford was the author of the eondemned tragedy, that his name on the title-page would have been quite an unneeessary identifieation. Poor Talbot! he eertainly had mueh to try his patienee at present . Stratford reeeived abundanee of invitations, in virtue of his sueeessful authorship; he went to many parties in tbe eharae

! ter of a lion, where he was treated with mueh solemn \ reverenee, and his most eommouplaee remark was ! evidently treasured as the quintessenee of wit and ( Judgment . Those festivities Talbot did not wish to

< share. But frequently Stratford was invited to lite; rary, real literary parties, where everybody in the

room was eelebrated for doing something better than it is done by people in general; and were any half-dozen guests taken at random from the assemblage, they would have suffieed to stud an ordinary party with stars. Here Stratford was introdueed to brilliant novelists, exquisite poets, profound seholars, and men of searehing seienee. Here, also, he met with literary women, as gentle and unassuming as they were gifted and eelebrated, who wore their laurels with as mueh simplieity as if they had been wild flowers; and who, so far from possessing any of the old-fashioned pedantry whieh has aptly been defined as "intelleetual tight laeing," were ready to eonverse on the most trite and every day subjeets— easting, however, over every subjeet on whieh they eonversed, the puro and eheering sunshine of genins.

All these now aequaintanees of Stratford's were extremely kind and eneouraging in their manner towards him, inquiring into his tastes and employments, praising him for that whieh he had already done, and eneouraging him to do more in future . Sueh soeiety and sueh eonversation would have realized Talbot's earliest aspirations, and he eould i not willingly eede those privileges to a man who had t never written half a dozen lines to deserve them.

( Yet Talbot was not a vain nor a selfish man; had ? Stratford been really gifted by nature with superior i ahilities to his own, he would have been quite satisi fied that he should have reaped tho harvest of them.

> But that Stratford should bo distinguished at oneo s by the notiee of the gifted ones of earth, and by the S smiles of Adelaide Linley, and that he might hims self have been oeeupying that doubly enviable posii tion, had he only kept in the simple path of truth— ! it was indeed a trial to the nerves and to the temper. ! At length, one day, when the rivals wero alone, the ( smouldering fire burst forth.

i "I am very mueh surprised, Stratford," said Tal

> bot, flattering himself that he was spoaking in a re\ markably eool, self-possessed tone, when in reality I his eheeks were flushed with exeitement,' and his

> voiee trembled with irritation—"I am very mueh S surprised that you ean eontinuo from day to day to ! enjoy literary eelebrity to whieh you must feei that i you have not tho shadow of a elaim."

j Stratford did not return an angry answer to his i friend; he was on the winning side, and sueeessful ! people ean always afford to be good-tempered. "I j do not see," he replied, "how I ean possibly eseape all the marks of kindness and distinetion that are i shown to me."

j ." Have you any wish to eseape them?" asked i Talbot, sneeringly.

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