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ture must have spoken clearly within passion is returned by the young lady you. Take

this palette and these who is herself an eminent painter on brushes and do me a Rubens. I will porcelain, and cannot see a white plate wait."

without dropping a few painted flowers Son.--"I don't know how."

upon it. In spice of the difference of Father.-"Then take this lump of pot position, for the turner is poor and ter's clay, and produce a Michael An- turns in vain, the youth ventures to gelo before my eyes."

propose. "A tradesman in my family! Son.—"I really can't.”

Never!" cries the artist in canes; and Father.-"Here is a rhyming diction- he thrusts the young millionaire ary. It is Rothschild's own. Have a through the door on the right, while shot at Victor Hugo and bring him enters on the left, a sculptor who has down! Quick!"

not tasted food for a week, and has Son.-"I should be delighted, but—! thus become by French precedent, the

Father.-“What is this which I hold son-in-law of his choice. in my trembling hand ? Pincers! Take The despair of the young millionaire them and pull one of my teeth, but is deep. Why should he go back to without pain, mind! Come! I am America? He has realized his visions ready to sacrifice myself!"

in tallow; and besides, he loves France, Son.-"But, papa—"

for though no artist, he was born there. Father._“Time! You have called me He prefers to remain in Paris, were it father. Am I indeed your sire? That only for the sake of consuming some depends on your vocation. You are a of those artistic products of which Latin, born of a Latin mother. What there is such a vast accumulation, and then is your vocation?"

which nobody ever buys. His resoluSon.—“I should like to make three tion is taken. He will remain there; millions tallow."

and, moreover he will become an artist, Father.—“And you claim to be my like the rest of his countrymen and he son! Avaunt! You are not even will have his girl! Frenchman. Your eleven brothers, all He gives all his fortune to the Taybelong, more or less, to the Institute, lorian Society to promote the holding the Academy, or at least the chat noir. annual exhibitions. He then climbs up There is not one of them who has not into a garret, and devotes himself to dabbled in water-colors, played the making landscapes in hair, using his Lancers on the piano, or had few own. He will be bald, but he will be fierce lyrics printed by Lemerre. Your famous. It is a new thing. He excels, eight sisters chirrup like birds and an- and lo, and behold, he is a “dear masnihilate Malibran every day of their ter" like all the rest of us! His father lives. Your cousins go into everything. then forgives him. The turner is conThere is not one of your friends or ac- ciliated. The painter porcelain quaintances who has not won, by his weeps. They are married, and France performance on the flute or the drum, a bestows a benediction the only right to the title of dear master' you species of artist which she had not proare no child of mine. You come from duced before. On the other hand the America, you do! Bourgeois, return sculptor, who had been false to his art thither!"

and taken up a trade, is arrested and And he turns him out of doors. In condemned to the guillotine. Such is the succeeding acts, the young mau, the piece which I propose to bring out. who has disgraced his lineage by not M. Sarcey permitting. Possibly he being an artist, gradually amasses an may think the plot slightly exaggerimmense fortune, at Cincinnati or Chi- ated. Let him pay me for another, cago, in the tallow of his dreams. He then, and I will dazzle him by the magthen comes back and falls in love with nificence of my verity. The scene, howthe daughter of a man who makes ar- ever, will have to be laid in Paris; that tistic canes a turning-lathe. His is to say in a city where one cannot

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venture not to be a great artist and and make fountains of them! And let where the absence of genius is notice- every citizen convicted of personal muable. To ask whether there will be a sic, be tied to a piano and ordered to Degenais in the piece, is to inquire march! For the idea of forty millions whether I know my business. Of of people all artists, eating, drinking, course there will be one; and this per- absorbing and emitting nothing but art, sonage, whom I shall make as crabbed and all capable of propagating their as is consistent with my own gentle na- species, is grotesque, inhuman, appallture, will make himself especially dis- ing! agreeable by perpetually requesting to “Among these forty millions of vocabe told what is meant, in France, by tions there must be some mistakes a thwarted vocation. “What's a vocation either of nature or of education. It is thwarted,” he exclaims, “in a country to be hoped that there will be a few where everybody paints, or rhymes, or blunders, a little confusion, a certain sculps or sings flat? Whence comes number of bad lots. It cannot be that that absurd legend about the provincial God has thus far protected France only parent, w disinherits his bog for that the Krupp guns of the next war having run away to Paris to be a great may strew the soil with hundred man? I'll give a white rabbit with thousand Raphaels, Mozarts, Jean Gouruby eyes, to anybody who will produce jons and Racines with as many more a young Frenchman with an ambition Molières, Beethovens, Michael Angelos to smear the well-stretched canvass, and Shakespeares, all belonging to the and whose father has not ruined him- National Guard. self by promoting the boy's vocation. “For the fact is," adds M. Degenais, In every family budget there is now a "that besides having a gift for any sum reserved for the publication of that given art one must have practice in it, first volume of verse wherewith every and there's the rub! For practice chicken chips his shell. A man cannot means hard work, and hard work is marry until he has exhibited at least something horrible.” one picture. “Then,” says my old ape Translated for The Living Age from the French of a Degenais “I rise to inform my na- of Emile Bergerot. tive land that she is suffering from a plethora of genius and needs to be bled. 'France,' I would say, 'thy walls are all painted. Thy stock of paper is hausted. Thou hast no more of that vile clay which they call potter's-earth.

From St. James's Gazette. One melody trickles from every one of

CHEATING AT GOLF. thy windows and there is no such thing Golf is the only first-class game at as a minute's silence to be had in all which cheating is at all easy-supposthe length and breadth of thy territory. ing, of course, that the player is unIt is time to pause. I propose a Minis accompanied by a caddy; and try of Artistic Discouragement. Dis- when accompanied by a caddy it is still courage! discourage! if need be, by quite possible to cheat. If a player, force. Offer prizes for the renunciation having played five strokes, says to his of genius! Let the highest be for those caddy, "That is four, is it not?" the latwho will swear to enjoy art without at ter will probably reply, "I think it's tempting to produce it. Let the Legion- five, sir;" but if the player responds, of-Honor-for-exceptional-services be "Oh, no, I'm sure it's only four,” the awarded to those who will make a pub- caddy will probably say no more. Poslic holocaust of their works! Let pre- sibly at the end of the match he may fectures be assigned to the brave fel- mention to the other caddy his opinion lows who will jump on their own can- of the circumstance, but this will not vasses, or ride over them on horseback; affect the player's reputation unless he or who will fit their statues with pipes happens to be at his own club. Even

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then it will take a good long time, and which my opponent blundered, watche many repetitions of various caddies' iug his head and shoulders-the only adverse opinions of his arithmetical part of him visible-from the other powers to throw anything like a seri- side. He made several strokes, and at ous doubt upon his honor. And yet last jerked the ball over. I thought it what club is there which does not pos- had taken four to get out, but he desess one or two members of whom it is lared that the three first strokes were sotto voce said that if you play with only practice ones at the sand. I, of them you will have to look pretty course, could not contradict this, and, sharply after their score?

being of a placable temperament, reIt is the commonly accepted belief frained from pointing out that it was that the vast majority of golf players scarcely etiquette to practise strokes belong to a class which is incapable of when practically out of sight in cheating-at all events out of business bunker. hours. I am sorry to have to express Apart from instances of this sort, the deliberate conviction that the be- nothing is easier than to intentionally lief in the honor and honesty of golfers forget a stroke when counting up after has very unsubstantial foundation in holing out on the green. As a matter of fact. I have golfed for a number of fact, unless one steadily counts as one years over all kinds of

greens, and

goes along, it is quite easy to genuwith all sorts of people; and on in- irely make a mistake, and it is to this numerable occasions I have been fact that the habitual cheater trusts driven to strongly suspect my oppo- should at any time his miscount be denent of cheating, and on many

tected. And if, being somewhat sions I have positively detected him in doubtful of the accuracy of his comso doing. In a match, as every golfer putation, you endeavor to recall his inknows, the two players often dividual strokes, he will very likely pretty widely separated. Under such tell you that it is not etiquette to do circumstances it is obvious that vari- so. No doubt he is right in a certain ous minor acts of cheating are com- seuse, for it is the honorable custom of paratively easy. If a player discovers good golfers to entirely trust each his ball in a rather bad lie, he can, in other in the matter of counting strokes. the act of addressing, alter its position, Put if one's suspicions are aroused as and thus give himself a good lie. Such to the untrustworthiness of the mema thing as missing the ball altogether ory of your opponent (to put it pois not unknown even with fairly expe- litely), it is impossible to avoid keeping rienced players; and I have known

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him and counting his many instances when I have not been strokes; and when your total does not obviously looking, but have only de- tally with his it seems only right to tected out of the corner of my eye that point out the fact. As a matter of my opponent has had a mishap of this fact, the true scoring etiquette of golf kind-that the coup dans l'air has not enjoins the frequent mutual reference been counted unless I have drawn at by the two players to their several tention to it when on the green.

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scores. Most players ought to be apcourse this miscounting of strokes is proaching the putting green, and conmuch easier when the fortunes of the sequently pretty

together, at game carry the two players on differ- their third stroke; and by that time a ent sides of a hedge or other defence pleasant colloquy of "You've played from observation. I remember on one the odd," or "Shall I play the like?" occasion, having satisfactorily negoti- should be easily practicable, and alated a somewhat high bunker into ways is desirable.

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The frigate-bird go whistling-see the

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The light on Guanahani! Salvador!

Let thy Cross flame upon me in that star, In council. “Hey!" and "What?" "The And from that Cross outstretch her sainted

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EPITHALAMIUM. Of a ship 'would sail up-hill?” “Had I Here ends all art, all artificers end: not heard

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Here is the best that heaven to earth did Kept the sea boiling? Of the tropic point

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Not several faces—'On foundations laid
The earth abides' — formations, if you

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The chaplet fair, that rounds the brow

of May, ceits We smile, but warn you that they lie not A diadem by meanest mortals owned,

Who rightly wears thee, sits a king enfar

throned. On this tide heresy. 'Antipodes,' hey? Dur Mother Church annuls the Antip- Let but a slender finger swift pass thro' odes,"

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Wherever simple folk love, pray, and floor Mile after mile; the dawn invade the stars, trust,

Behold the House of God, the gate of The stars the dawn-how long? And following down

heaven! The moon's long ripple I shall hear again

FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE.

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