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Itittris.
To Anna.
..naine. My heart too sodly
'ith Love's regret nod parting's pain,
To breathe in lighter words firirewelh—
Adieu, till we shall meet again'
Adieu, fair brow,—where like a star
Supremacy Is throned in light.—
That brow in Poesy's chmcs afnr
Had worn a Laurel chaplet bright.,
Adieu, blue eyes, serene and clear,
By lame and mischief jointly Icsjiti—
Yestrelen those eyes were shadowed, dear
I almost fancied that they wept!
Adieu, sweet voice. nrch look. bright smile—
May 'Heaven to roach protemlon lend;
Adieu, true bean, most deer the ts Idle
A Dieu—to God—l trust my friend.
NOt'. 2.9rn, 184;9.
Tho Secret of Success
=I
'Cood lank is all!' the ancient proverb tenches;
But though it looks so very grave and
Trust not the lacy lesson that it teaches,
For, as it stands, the musty masim lira!
That luck is somethin: ware a truer story—
And in Ide's mingled game of skill aid luck,
The cards that eitin the stakes of wealth and glory
Are Genius, Patience, Perseverance. Pluel.l
To borrow still another illustration,
A trifle mote specific nod grece+c---
Small chance l.a• Luck to guide the operrition,
Where rennin \Vu has loaded all the dice
The real secret of the certain winner
Against the plottings of malicious Fate.
Learn from the story of a gaming sinner,
Whose frank confession I will here rolnlel
'ln €4,18 'ere business, as in any other
By which a chnp an honest his log earns,
You don't get all the science from your mother,
But as you fuller it,you lives and learns:
"And I, from Icing much behind the curtain.
And getting often very badly struck, -
Flub , out, at last, Vince's nothing, NO uncertain
As trusting cards and every thing to lurk!
t•So nosy you nee—which tait'rally enhances
The faith in Conine that I used to feci—
I taken good care to regulate the chances,
Arsdahcays has a jingo- to the dad"'
gtitttitilTs.
The Actress
The heroine of this story is Amanda
Bejert, the wife of the author of "Misan
thrope," and daughter of the celebrated
Elizabeth Deject, a COMCdICII7IC so fascina
ting "that a youth named Moliere, the
author of pieces possessing sonic wit," says
Taßement des Rots, "left * the benches of
the Sorbonne to follow her, and at last
joined her troupe, solely for the sake of he
ing near her." This beauty, according to
all appearance, determined the dramatic
vocation of Moliere; but her daughter made
this groat man pay dearly for the fatal gift
of glory by her numerous infidelities.
Among other hearts, she one day pierced
that of a president of the parliament of
Grenoble, named Landelle, who, haring
come to Paris for a short visit, had seen
her play at the theatre of the Hotel C acne
gaud, in the principal role of the opera of
Circe. This honest magistrate, whose pure
and candid soul had as yet paid homage
only to Themis, had no sooner cast his eyes
on this perfidious enchantress, and heard
her siren voice, than, fascinated by so many
charms, he was seized in reality by the
~leliritun in which the cunning magicienne
had plunged, in his presence, the compan
ions of Ulysses. It is true that Bejart was
inimitable in this role, and nightly made
terrible ravages in hearts less simple than
,that of a provincial president.
Returning home with his head on fire,
and bis heart in commotion, the poor mag
istrate dreamed all night only of Madem
oiselle Moliere. On the morrow he thought
,of her all day; and at evening, urger . ' by
an irresistible power, lie returned to the
Motel Guenegaud, when the beautiful
comedienne was to appear again in the opera
of Thetis et Pelee. This time, instead of a
simple ticket fur the pit, be took a place on
the banquettes near the stage, that, he might
be able to contemplate more at his ease the
object of his adoration. Dejart made her
entree surrounded by chubby tritons and
neretds crowned with sea-weed, among
whom she shone like a pearl within the
rough shell which serves as its prison. She
wore a robe of sea-green, garnished with
ornaments of coral and garlands of shells,
and her dress was of gauze so delicate and
so transparent that it seemed as if the
limpid wave formed the oniy garment of
the goddess. If the philters of Circe bad
the night before inflicted a fatal blow on the
reason of our president, at the aspect of
Thetis and her aquatic empire it was de
cidedly shipwrecked. During the whole
course of the representation, he did not
cease to devour La Molicre with his eyes,
and to cast on her his most sentimental
glances whenever chance or the exigencies
of the play made the actress turn towards
him. But he had nt the same time the
grief of remarking that this was lost trouble,
and that the beautiful Thetis did not accord
him the slightest notice.
Our president wag, however, not disen
chanted. He repaired to the theatre eve
ning after evening, timidly essaying to at
tract the altrmtinil of the cequetti-h and
light cnn/ciiiciuv, but apparently without
the slightest success.
Elia
rmin
One evening, when the unfortunate Lan
dello had as usual wasted his ammunition
of glances, and was pitifully making his
exit from the theatre, seriously contempla
ting the project of putting nn end to his
martyrdom by an immersion in the ricer
Seine, a womon wearing a velvet mask, and
carefully enveloped in an ample cloak of
taffety, passed near him, and lightly touch
ing him with her elbow, delicately let fall
into the hat which he held in his hand a
little note. The prendent started, and
stopped short. By the pale gleam of the
lantern which lighted the steps of the
theatre he thought he recognized, beneath
the mantle, the form 01 Mademoiselle
Moliere.
For the Co!umhia Spy
Trembling like a leaf, and staggering
a drunken man, be dragged biraselfbeneath
the duldens luminary of the peristyle, and
there leaning against the wall, unsealed.
with an agitated hand, the billet which had
been given him: it c:,:lnded n 5-trong odor of
anther, 2nd contained this single word,
"11.opel"
President Lander , rubbed his oyes, as if
he feared he was not thoroughly awake, read
the billet a second time, looked with a by
air at the crowd which continued
to flow out bene.lth the peristyle of the
theatre; then, having assured himself by all
these evidences that he was not asleep, he
walked towards his lodgings by a route so
circuitous that it was nearly eleven o'clock
when he reached them. There he threw
himself into the arms of his landlord, stam
mering words so incoherent that the worthy
man thought his lodger had certainly lost
his senses.
This supposition was but confirmed when,
the neat morning, President Landelle sent
for a clothier and purchased a tine suit em
broidered with: gold, in which he dressed
himself that evening to go to the theatre.
Thus adorned, and metamorphosed into a
genuine Marquis de Mascarale, he bowed
low as the actress entered upon the stage,
and mode a little nosture with the hand
which intended to say, "Here am I, full of
hope: think of me." But, singular to re
late, the abstracted actress did not or would
not see this ingenious pantomine: she did
not even cast a glance on her adorer, and,
genuine or pretended, this entire inclia.er
once lasted throughout the play, precisely
as it had done on all previous occasions.
"By Justinian!" said the astunishad meg
istrale to himself, as he left the theatre,
"this is pleasant! What! :not a gesture—
not a glance! Nut the least smile, after
such a billet! And yet, if she be nut in
love with me, what does it mean? But this
coldness! What, then, does the note signi
fy? .Pecidcdly, it is enough to drive one
mad:"
As ho was engaged in this incoherent
soliloquy, he felt a gentle pull nt the skirts
of scarlet coat. Ire hastily turned, and
found himself face to face with 11,. woman—
net the one of the evening before, but
another, smaller and much older, to judge
by the mature embonpoint of her form.
"Handsome cavalier," said the thienna to
the magistrate, "do not walk so fast: one
would think you wished to avoid receiving
me-ages from the lady whom you are in
pursuit."
"What do you mean, madam?" replied
the president, singularly surprised, and
once more hoping; "have you any messnge
fur me?"
"Perhapq my gentleman; did you :not
receive a billet last evening?"
A
"A billet, in which you were told to
hope?"
"Yes. What then?"
"Well; the lady who wrote it will grant
you on interview to-morrow."
"Is it rossible: And where:pray?"
'At my 'poise."
"At your liouqe, good woman! Ah: you
re , •tore toe to life."
"But I do not know, indeed, whether I
ought to consent to it. I am not r i c h ; I
have only my reputation, and if it rhould
be known--
.14 that all?" interrupted the president,
who, at these words, seized the clue of the
negotiation, "flere, my good woman, take
all I have about me."
And he drew from the pocket of his vest
a dozen which passed from his hand
into that of the old woman.
"Come," said the latter, "I see that you
are a brace and generous nobleman, and I
will relieve you from your anxiety. Come
to-morrow, at two o'clock, to the flue de.
Ci.maux, No. 1, behind St. Germain des
Prcit; there is the lo lging, of ITrbule Ledoux,
and there you will God"—
"Mademoiselle Maliere?"
"I hare nnmed no one," said the ducnua,
with n malicious smile on her withered lipq,
"I came to find you on tho part or the lady
who wrote the note, and it is she whom you
will r e to-marrow."
Though the eceeice farm of the last r:ords
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might easily be explained by npraiseworthv
discretion, the president could not but feel
a certain anxiety, and ask himself whether
he might not be the victim of a mistake
We may, nevertheless, imagine the eager
ness with which he repaired the next day
to the rendezvous. lie found there Ledonx.
who, after having made him climb a toxin
-0119 and dilapidated stairway, introduced
him into a tolerably neat room, telling him
to wait there fir the lady of his thourdits.
who would soon appear. Half-an-hem
rolled away, which seemed a century to the
impatient magistrate, and during which he
passed through all the anxieties of the most
cruel doubts. At last, the door of the
apartment opened, and a woman entered
The duenna had not deceived him. It was,
indeed, La Bejart; it was, indeed, her co
quettish mien, adorned with that fascina
ling and provoking grace which enchanted
everybody, and inflicted more wounds than
all the arrows of Cupid.
The magistrate, etchanted and bewilder
ed, bent his knee before her, and it was n
good minute befiae he could utter a word.
so great was hip confusion and delight.
"Yon love me—l know it, and I ant
grateful," F aid the comedicatie, raising Itini
with a very majestic air which was familial
to him; "I prove it to you Lv exposing, my.
in order to see you, to none danger and
inconveniences than I can tell you. Eat
passion, alas! does not reason,' adde.,l Ow.
with ii stilled sigh, which was faucccerled he
a little nervous eaugh habitual with the
itet re- s.
"And why; then," rtammered the magi-.
trate, intoxicated with love and with happi
ness, "have you not responded by n single
glance, to my impassioned looks? Only last
evening you did not even dign to fix your
beautiful eyes upon ma once. Why this
cruel dissimulation?"
"Heavemd what say you?" exclaime I the
actress. "Would you, then, have me ruin
myself for you? and do you not know that
all my proceeedings, Illy words, and 51011
my looks, are watched? All my compan
ions are jealous or Inc. and would not fail
to play me some evil trick if the most in
signicant demonstration escaped mein their
presence. Beware, them of coming to the
play every evening. ns you have done for
,the last tr.o months, for you have already
compromised me by this assiduity, but,
especially, never speak to me of the theatre
—it would be the certain means of spoiling
all, and I would never see you again in my
life."
obey you, toy queen, whatever it
way eoSt replied the magistrate. in a
sorrowful and submissive tone, "and will
confine myself to contemplating you nt
distance, as a poor captive bird looks at the
light when brilliancy fascinates him, and
towards which he fain would fly."
"You arc gallant, Monsieur President."
"I ant in love, charming Bejart; but, in
your turn, and in exchange for my Mind
obedience, will you grant me one favor?"
"What, Monsieur President?"
"That of accepting from mo some little
present, very unworthy of yon, tvlintover
may be its value, but by which I wl , ll to
manifest my gratitude, and to :remind you
always of the humblest of your slaves as
the most fervent of your adorers."
"Willingly, provided it to be a trifle; for
I declare to you that I am not interestrd."
"Oh, I believe you—l must believe you,"
interrupted the pre.ident, enthusiastically.
"I am unwilling to defer longer this feeble
manifestation of my tenderness. D,5 you
know any good jeweller near?"
"There is one on the Quai des Orfevrc;,
named Gautherot, who has a pretty good
assortment," replied La Bejart, in the most
indifferent tone; "but pray do not be in
haste: there is plenty of time."
"No. no," cried the generous Landelle,
"I wi=lt yen to come with toe immeliately."
"Do you insist upon it?"
"Yes. And I shall be very much °Tend
ed if you do not eme , ent."
"I eve, decidedly, that one cannot resist
MR
As she spoke thus the beautiful comedienne
adjusted her mantle, aud, without any
further hesitation, au:only:11110i the magis
trate to the jeweller Gantberet's, who in a
few minutes displayed before her nil tlie
valuable contents of his shop.
"I do not know mach ibmit jewelry,"
said La Diejart," b. h ;
rlen you compel the
to do so. and only to I,lease you, I will take
this simple little neeklare, which appears
to he in the bc:t tes.te."
"Is it yours, my queen," replied Lan
delle; "what is the pride sir?" added, in nn
undertone, turning to the jeweller.
"Ten thou"aml pounds" replied the mer
chant. "It im the most valuable article in
my shop; the large diamonds which form
this necklace tyre without a flair."
The stopified magistrate looked hj turns
at his interlocutor and the heautifol Moliere.
who appeared not to have heard these last
words, end continued to aranire the spark
ling jewel with infantile joy. Ilow dared
he acquaint her with the exorldtant price
of this ornament to which her choice had FO
unfortnnately fallen? The poor president
felt that his courage was unequal to the
taßk, and, wiping away a drop of cold per
spiration which stood on his brow, ha said
to the jeweller, with a deep sigh,—
"No matter, sir: send this necklace, to
morrow, to my eddreee."
Such an espouse CraF, in fact. far beyond
the reaurces of the enamored and simple
magistrate; hut when once the little mall-
2:ious god who carries a bow and torch,
;fides into the brain of a grave personage,
le makes his new slave commit all imagin
able follies. President Landelle was es
eecially the subject of his tyrany—for this
irst !prodigality was followed by many
,there, which notwithstanding her parade
)1" disinterestedness, did not appear to be at
Lll displeasing to the comedienne; on the
3ontrary, she daily conceived lon•o new
irprice which her adorer hastened to gratify.
In 01 der to receive her vi,its more suitably,
had hired a small house with a garden
attached, where collations and presents
n , tantly succeeded each other.
With such a mode of life, the magistrate,
who was nut rich, soon saw the end of his
-avings, and mortgaged the little property
which formed his whole patrimony. But
such was the violence of his passion, that
the prospect of approachin i ,. and complete
ruin did not frighten him in the least, and,
iot‘lithstiloding this, he would have been
the happiest of mortals, had not the re
-traints imposed upon the freedom of his
'ore poisoned this felicity. Thus whence er
tie visited the theatre, lie suffered a thousand
lead's at seeing La Bejart surrounded with
nixeornho and gallants, who lavished upon
her attentions, to which she was not slow
to reply, while he, a favored lover, could
riot obtain from her it friendly look or ges
ture, and was not permitted even to mingle
with this crowd of rivals. In vain did he
address to her, at each interview, the most
tender reproaches on an exclusion so obsti
nate and so cruel. Nothing could shake
the resolution of the actress on this point,
and she repeatedly declared, that if he ever
spoke to her of the theatre, their intimacy
must cease. So tln -, magistrate resolved to
endure all rather than to brave suet' a peril.
Nevertheless, one evening his patience
gave way. For the first time since the
, 111111eneornent of their acquaintance, the
artress had failed to visit him at the ap
:!iiinted hour. -Uneasy and alarmed, Lan-
I lie ran do the theatre, and there saw
Mademoiselle Moliere, who, gracious and
radiant, was, as usual, freely lavishing
glances and smiles. Transported with
jealously at this sight, and fearing some
treason, the magistrate went on the stage
at the end of the play, and followed'
iradernoiseille Moliere, as she withdrew to
ley aside her theatrical habiliments.
"Pardon me, dear friend," said he, ac
ecsting her, "the ,werty waten x lin,o ta
ken in following you, contrary to your ex
pie:s orders. I should certainly not have!,
dared to do this had you not failed to meet
me this morning, ns agreed; but having
waited for you in vain, I could not resist
the desire of knowing what obstacle de
tained you, and whether I might flatter my
self with being more fortunate to-morrow."
"Who are you, sir, and what do you
mean?" exclaimed the actress with an ac
cent of surprise admirably played, if it was
hut feigned. "If you are not mad, you
are nt least very impertinent. How could
r have appointed a meeting with you? I.
who do not know you, and have never
sunken to vim in my life!"
"Ireaveus! what say you?" returned the
magiqtrato. thunderstruck by a denial so
unespreted and so formal. "Trow can Van
ileclare that you do not know me, when.
only yesterday, you swore to me eternal
"To you?" interrupted the comedienne,
with a di.dainful smile.
"Undoubtedly, to me, traitress: to me,
who breathe and live only for you—to me,
Thom you are ruining: for I shall sonn be
reduced to poverty for having gratified every
wi , (ll of a cold and ungrateful heart."
"My dear sir, you arc mad, or yon mis
take me 11. r come one else," replied Ln
Dejart, in a tone of sincere commiseration,
"unle.s you have made a wager and I am
the object of it. Renounce, then, your er
ror, and relinquish a je , (t,which I cannot
(elevate, and which, I . confer'—"
"Alt, pray lay aside that cold and inered
ulons tune which pierces me to the heart,"
i exclaimed tho unfortunate Landelle, be
side himself. "What mistake or what plea
santry can you suspect? Are you not
Mademoiselle Moliere? Hove you not visited
me a hundred times since last spring? Have
we not together 1, ,, en into twenty shops,
where I have emptied my purse to gratify
your slightest fancies, especially that of a
jeweller, where you purchased a necklace
which—not to reproach you—cost me ten
thonsand
And as. to these divers interregatorieq
the romcclioune limited herself to oppose a
n negative plinko of the head, accompanied
by a. mocking laugh.
"Alt! it in too much!" continued the in
dignant magistrate: "what must I say No
confound yon? Why, if it was not you.
have you urzed me so earnestly never to
converse on the theatre, for fear of espion
ago and indiscretion?"
"Indeed, has this recommendation been
made you?" replied La Ilejart in a more
serious tono. "That appears, in fact, grave.
and deserves attention. Tell me sir," ad
ded she. after an instant of reflection, du
ring which her black e3eLrows contracted
more than once Kith vivicity, "do you ex
pect a visit from the lady soon?"
"I should ask you that. mndemoiselle,"
returned the magistrate, "for, unless I am
much mistaken. yr , rt alone can reply to this
question. Bu t why ask it? Ought I rtill
to hope, when, by a cruel artifice, you re
pulse me, and feign to see in me a stran
ger:"
"Say no more?" replied the actress, with
a gesture of impatience; "will you be sat
isfied if I give you my word to visit you to
morrow?"
"I have found you ;gain, at last?" ex
claimed the president, overwhelmed with
joy, "Well, I will expect you at noon, as
usual."
"At noon be it, then."
"Do not fail."
"Be easy; I will be there."
Upon this assurance, the enamored magis
trate rose, took his leave of the actress, and
was preparing to go, when she recalled him
saying:
"You have forgotten to give me your ad-
dress."
"What!" exclaimed he, returning to his
first astonishment, "have you forgotten that
as well as the rest? Doubtless you have
drank of the water of Letho since our last
interview; otherwise I need not have re
called to you the house end garden which
join the convent of Les Petits Augustine,
and where I have passed so many happy
moments in your society?"
"It is well," said the contethenne. "Now
go quickly, for I expect my women, and do
not wish that they should find you here."
Hardly had the magistrate gone away,
whon Mademoiselle Moller° summoned her
lame brother—he who enacted the role of
Mitre. Jacques, in the play of "L'Avarc,"
where Harpagon makes an allusion to his
infirmity. no then filled the office of man
ager in the troupe of 11roliere.
"Bijart," said his sister to him, "I un
derstand that the rehear,al of to-morrow
takes place at noon. k'.o will send for me
if you please, some one from the thea
tre, to a honen whore I shall be. adjoining
the conreut of Les Petits Augustins."
"Very will, Aiinande, it shall be dons,"
replied the brother-in-law of the illustrious
Poquelin, fur a long time accustomed to the
whims of his very absolute and very eapri-,
cious sister. "Have you an intrigue with
one of the reverend fathers:"
"That does not concern you, my brother,"
replied La liejart. "Apropns," added she,
"tell the police-ofricer in the service of the
theatre ti accompany your messenger; I
may, perhapi, need him."
"To arrest you?" replied the brother,
laughingly.
"Perhaps so; you «•ill seo."
"What folly are you committing, Ar
•nande?"
"I have never done a wiser deed," re
plied the latter, loosening her theatrical
cuiffarc with more haste their usnnl.
The next day President Landelle was wait
ing with feverish impatience the hour for
the rendezvous. when, a little before noon,
a knock was heard at the door. Full of
emotion and of hope he hastened to open it,
and this time his expectations were not de
ceived: for he saw appear in person, in the
most ravishing costume, the charming :He
lium.
"All, my beauty," said he, "bow well
your presence at this hour atones for your
cruel repulte last evening, and all the anx
iety it caused me. But pray complete my
cure by laying aside that gloomy air nod
chasing away the clouds which obscure that
beautiful brow."
"That is not the subject in question in
terrupted the comcdienne., in her haughtiest
;one. "DJ you think I come here to listen
to flowery speeches?"
"What say you:" exclaimed the afflicted
magistrate. "Have you taken an oath to
rend my heart, and what am I now to think
of a risit—"
"Look at me well in broad daylight," re
sumed the comc(l ienne, without replying.,
drawing lint impetuously towards the cm
bras,,ure of a window.
"Well?" paid the president, flying upon
her an catuest eye.
"Well! you must FCC that you do not
know Inc!"
"Heavens! what obstinacy!" exclaimed
Landelle at these words, and ni:ain com
pletely de , iperate. "What! in this very
house do you dare.to persevere in this cruel
disavowal? But what your object in
coming, since you seem determined to drive
me to extremities by this imposition?'
At this moment light steps were heard
behind the door, which almost immediately
resounded beneath a cautious knock.
• "There is, doubtless - my renly," continued
the netreqs, extending her hand towards the
point whence the s.itnid proceeded, while
an indescribable expre , sion of triumph and
of hatred gleamed in her eyes•
"Who ran it be at thig hour?" raid the
magistrate, surpri4el. "Some intruder,
will wager; so I will take care not to open
to him."
rpen, I insistr cvAnimed the
aero,s.
"But are you not afraid that on finding,'
yrm
"Open, I tell you; it must he so. I insist
upon it," repeated she, in that absolute tone
which admitted of no denial. And, on
easing these te , Srds. site hastily replaced the
Mack velvet nia4k which rho had taken off
her entrance.
The magistrate, yielding to !Lis impera
tive tone, directed himself mcclinnically to
wards the d ,or, and (Tend it. But how ho
was astounded, 'when, in this disturber of
the fete-a-tele, he recognised—Mademoiselle
Moliere.
If it was not she, it was nt least her per
fect image and her living enonterfeit. The
same phyalogliorny, the came features, the
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game form, a.ll combined to complete the
most perfect identity. Never had twins
been endowed with such a similarity, and
I doubt whether Mercury herself, borrow
ing the figure of Sosia, could produce a
more complete illusion.
The astonit.bed magistrate recoiled three
Flees, and sincerely believed himself to be
the sport of some sorcery. -
"A woma here!" cried tiro new Bejart
in a tone of offended pride, "A.h! presi
dent, could I have expected to have received
from von such an insult?"
And as the latter, at the height of aston
ishment, sought to s.tammer borne inchohe•
rent excuses, tho other Bejart rose, and
stopping his mouth by a gesture; addressed
the new-comer in a voice trembling with an
ger, in these terms:—
"Mademoiselle I am not here fur an un
worthy motive. I am a comedienne of the
provinces who wish to make my dcbut un
the theatre of M. Poquelin, and as this
gentleman has smile interest in me, he
wished me to come hero to ask your aid in
facilitating the execution of my project.—
May I rely upon your good will:"
"With pleasure, n ademoieelle," stam
mered, with visible embarrassment, the
person thus addressed. "But I have not
over M. Moliere the influence which you
suppose, and I cannot—"
"Ah, mademoiselle," returned the other.
"I am assured to the contrary. I have
heard, too, that you were so kind, so °Wig-
"Pray, mademoiselle, let me rest," ex
claimed the last comer, impetuously. "I
repent, and protest to you, that I can abso
lutely do nothing for you!"
On pronouncing these words she darted
on the magii-trate. still dnmb and mOtivnlese,
looks full of anger, and was preparing to
reproach him for his indiscretion, when the
appear.mcc of two new persouagcs came
to render this confused scene still more cow
-ilica'ed These were no less than the coin
-1 •
edian Ilajort, accompanied by a person
whose air and bearing hetokend the police
officer.
"My sister," said the comedian to the fe
male ,vho brae without a mask, "I have
come myself CO seek you for the rehearsal
of the opera to be played this evening.—
Come quickly; everybody is there, and
waiting for you."
"Heavensl what is this?" exclainwd the
true or pretended sister, in excessive trou
ble. "This is a snare, a treas,,n. You take
me for another. lam not your sister!"
"How! you are not my istell" exclaimed
Bcjart, whose turn it was now to ho sur
prised. "Who are you, then?"
"An infamous woman, and nn imp; titer!"
exclaimed, in a thundering tone—and wrest
ing off her mask with violence—the true
B.jart, whom the reader has, hat, doubtless,
long ago discerned.
"It is all over with me:" murmured the
other with terror, tts she recognise3 her
own features in those of the celebrated
MEM
! "I will accompany you, brother," contin
'
! ued Mademoiselle INluliere; "but first, Mon
clear Police-ofileor. seize this woman, who
Las stolen my name only to disgrace it."
"Pardon, pardon for her, mademoi.elle:"
exclaimed the magistrate, with a heart-rend
ing expression, and throwing himself at
the feet of La Bejart. "Spare her, I con
jure youl she resembles you so closely!"
"No, no—no pity for the creature:" re
plied the actress firmly. "Police-officer, do
your duty:"
He obeyed; and while he led away She
weeping damsel, Bejart said to his sister:
"17pon my word, I had reason for my
jesting, yesterday, and I do not know,.in
dced, whether it is not yourself who is un
der arrest."
The false Bejart was taken before n jus
tice, and there it was discovered that this
woman—named La Tourelle, who was, in
fact, the living portrait of Mademoiselle
Molicre—had more than once profited by
this singular resemblance, to entice into her
nets the unfortunate adorers of the briliant
comedienne. She was condemned, along
with Ledoux, her habitual agent, to submit
to the shame of a public exposure before
the the dwelling of the person whom site
had outraged, that is to say. beneath the
windows of the ILotel Guenegaud, where
Mademoiselle Moller° lodged. This adven
ture made a great n3ise in Paris. It was
said that ioterest had much to do with the
implacable resentment with which the
actress pursued La Tulinlle, and that she
grudged her the benefits which legitimately
belonged to herself, La Bejart.
However that may have been, the ven
geance of the actress had its course, and
the decree was executed. O•t the day when
La Tourelle was exposed in the presence of
an immense concourse, there was 1 emnrke.l
near the platform of disgrace, a man, whose
decent clothing and respectable figure formed
a singular contrast with those of the ragged
canailic around him. This was the Presi
dent Landelle, who continued to adore '
Mademoiselle Moliere in the person of La '
Tomelie. 1% hen the sad exhiltition was ,
over, he advanced to the commandant of
the guard which surroundei the platform.
and asked to he allowed to lead away the
culprit. when: he desired, he said, to make
his wife. The ordeer looked at him with as
tonishment and pity, and replied that it was
not in his power to grant this request, as
the criminal Ira., by order of the court, to
be imprisioned for life in the ponitentierr.
At these words the president gave such
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signs of derangement that it became neces
sary to take hint to hospital.
Ho soon after returned to his province,
ruined in fortune, and so worn by his cruel
sufferings that his relatives and friends
could scarcely recognize him. Such we
the sad fate of a magistrate, until thou
wise, prudent and honored, in consequence
of becoming foolishly enamored \vial au
actress, and having been. her imaginary
lover.
The Double: or, Blobbs of Wadha.m
My name is 'Withers—Richard Withers,
of Jermyn street, L,ndon, ostensibly an
importer of foreign wines. I don't mention
it by way of advertisement, but that I may
not be introduced to the public under false
pretences. I am not Blobhs:of Wadham; that
is what I wish to be understood clearly. In
the year eighteen hundred and ten, or
thereabouts, the great firm of Nature aml
Company falling short, I suppose, in their
original material, issued a couple of dupli
ates—facsimile-3-11nd I had the misfortune
to be one of them. We were not twins;
there was no my , tic sympathy of being be
tween us to whisper each to each, "Thou
host a doublet" no cnticlo, or smallest super
fluity of skin, as bad been granted to the
Simese, to hint that there was a ditto some
where. Long experience, our only common
mother, was left to teach us thin; and in my
education, at least, that lady has proved
a Tarter.
31y first introduction to a knowledge of
the other lusus was not till some few years
ago. As 1 was walking along Fleet street.
on my way into the city on business, I Ness
saluted from behind with a most tremen
dous thwack across the shoulders. I turned
round between purple and white; for, angry
as I was, a little reminiscence flashed across
me of a certain bill transaction—a thing
that will tni= it elf up somehow with the
wino trade—and I thought it just possible
that this assault had arisen from some un
professional view of that matter; but an
utter stranger, with outstretched hand and
beaming smile, confronted me.
"Dceloighted to see you, old bpi," said
ho. "How is the wolf° and the piccanin
nies?"
"Sir," I replied, rubbing my back as well
EIP I was able, "I am a bachelor."
"D'yc mane to say ye aro not Blobbe?"
said he.
"Certainly I do, sir," answered I, with
warm ll).
"Well, then, it's nothing more or less than
a coincidence," said he.
"Sir," said I, "it is a blister." And it
wns a blister.
The very next day, and almost in the
same place, across the shoulders, I received
two thwacks from that identical cane, and
in the same unmistakeable Hibernian cc
cents, I heard it shouted—"l took another
man for you. yesterday, Blobbs; but, bedad,
I've got you to-day."
I happened to hare a nephew at Wild
' ham College, Oxford, at that time; and, not
without an eye to business, I went down to
stay there for a week. I had heard n good
deal before of the hospitality of tbellniver
city, but the cordial manner of those fel
lows did surprise ate.
"Well, how are you old boy? So, Iron
are come dawn to see us at last," exclaimed
one, at the very gate, as he shook my hand
most heartily. "But you're getting bald,
my friend—henpecked about the crown—
eh, eh? And you're stouter than you were,
too, a good deal."
"Really, sir," I began. "these familiar
remarks"—but my nephew came up just at
that morn ent,and prerehted any explanation.
In the combination room, after dinner, I
sat next to the sub-warden, and was treated
with all imaginable kindness. "I hare
some wine of this character," I was casually
remarking, as I held the ginsr up against a
candle, "that has been with me this twenty
year ."
"Then I don't know Where you put it
to," observed a. gruff voice, lower down.
"For a man 'who drinks habitually, I must
say, I don't know worse wine than
_Tours."
"Don't you mind what Savage says," said
the sub, gently, "you know his strange
1-as s."
"But I do mind What Savage enys,• sir,"
I replied, "and I don't know his ways. I
run not going to sit herr and hear my wine
run down by Savago or any other man."
"Why. Blob.bo; did not ❑sc
to be so touchy no that op hero." interposed
the (loan, "htt,l at ebopelo, bra et lectures,
shocking bad nt In always
good temmrpd and roady Li !Ake a jokr.'•
"Gentlomen." 0x:73:III:lea I, ",,nee for all,
I am not Blobl,t.:"
Alas: it wac lmt little good for me to eay
"once for all;": I went out to breakfast at
another college, and vms purposely intro
duced to everybody as Diehard Withers;
but the :15ciatirm of ideas proved almost
as bad as the confusion of persons, and I
was asked abont limes whether I knew
Blobbs of Wadham. I got quite to know
when it was coming, by the way in .ychich
the interr:gator would survey my features,
give a smile at the al)stird likeness, and
begin his question w:t11"1Ir. Withers," to
prevent himself from addressing me by th.
wrong name. I astonished ono of these
persona n good deal when he land got thus
far by anticipating the rest. nod Raying—
"No; I don't know Blubbs at which
rither terrified Lira.
The diendrantage3 of my reeemblanea t
this pereon Lave been counterbalanced