bred, and would be sparkling; but the lights of her spirit are not drawn out in the family atmosphere, which, though cheerful, is crisp and frosty. She may be said to be a lighted candlestick put under a bushel or bed. She has inherited more of her father's spirit and quiet intelligence than the others. There is evidently sheet-lightning in her, but no thunder. I wonder what she thinks of her mother? She thinks sometimes that her mother is rather big, and looks at her as a lily of the valley does at a mountain. She thinks sometimes that she speaks too loud, and that she never hears Lady Worsell sneeze more than twice or three times at the outside. She thinks her mother is rather like the centurion in the Gospel, who said to this man "Do this," and to another "Dothat," without giving any reasons. She thinks it would be rather nice to have a lady'smaid in the house. She thinks that if a young gentleman like Will were to ask her to love him, she would probably consent. This is rather shocking; but she has not the slightest wish to rob her sister. These are some of her thoughts; but she would be frightened if she saw them, or even their shadow. She is a spiritually-minded girl. I do not mean by this that she belongs to the tribe of young ladies who wear jet necklaces with a cross at the end, and deliver tracts. She has some very pretty thoughts in her, and they go about in her like butterflies to all kinds of flowers; but they only pop outside of her when her mother is in sunshine, and then fly very gently. She says to the old sexton"You must mind, Jonathan, to take care of the sparrows' nest." Jonathan grins, and touches his hat with an affirmative; and afterwards tells the landlady at the inn that she is "a 'nation nice lass, and prettiest of 'em all." The two younger sisters are comfortable, and not yet much developed. They nestle up and look content, like young thrushes in a nest when the parent bird has brought them a worm. It may, at some future time, be advisable to show that the fifth commandment extends its "honour and love" to the husband after marriage; but at present the main current of all their thoughts is towards Scarborough. ment was mutual, and he was looked upon as a fixture. A good deal of the sap had gone out of his arms, and he was now nɔt equal to much more than driving a very steady horse and cleaning the family boots. Sometimes the little waiting-maid enlisted him to rub some polish on the dining-room table, and to clean the potato and pudding pans; but I think it went rather against his grain. He was a good-natured man, who never said an evil word against any one, and smoked his pipe with a countenance that had the Christmas hymn upon it— "Peace on earth, and good-will towards men." He was as great a favourite in the place as Jonathan; and one of the main distinctions between their characters in the village mind was, that Tommy (as he was called) never used the word "damn" in his sentences. It was a favourite salt with Jonathan's lines; but it came out in such a good-natured way, both in praise and blame, that it was not thought by any one but Mr. Roecliffe to be a sin. When he called the second Miss Timepiece "a 'nation pretty lass," he only meant pretty in the superlative degree; there was nothing of the "lake of fire" or "the pit" in it. And if he called (which was very rare indeed) a man a 'nation villain, he did it with a grin that was equal to giving him a cup of cold water to assuage his "hell fire." Thomas had a little fault: sometimes he got a drop too much, and became very talkative, and rather silly in his stories about his love affairs. He had, he said, been. often on the eve of matrimony, and something had always come in the way to stop proceedings. There are four or five of his prospected mothers-in-law now lying in Mr. Roecliffe's churchyard; and there are, probably, three or four who yet remain to be buried. Sir Edward Worsell, in his wakeful moments, sometimes joked him about his escapades. "Thomas," he said, "you must get your cage before you get your bird." My impression is that the women thought him rather soft, and only fitted by nature to give them a little amusement. I don't think women in his station much object to a good hearty "damn" now and Thomas, the old man who drove the then. They put it about midway in the brougham, had been in the service of the catalogue of manlinesses; and Thomas never Timepiece family for forty years, and was damned. He looked as if he very much very much attached to them. The attach-approved of this visit of his mistress to Scar borough. He had a wonderful liking for a roadside inn; and his heart was in its noontide of quiet joy as he inspected all the outbuildings, the horse boxes, and calf stalls, and as he smoked his evening pipe with the Ostler on the corner of the pump trough. He thought of the pint of good ale and the cheese yet to come, and wondered why Mr. Roecliffe called the world "a vale of tears." They reached Barton-on-the-Hill the first evening. It had been fine and warm all the day, and the birds sang to them on the banks of the road as they went on at an easy pace. The yellowhammer, which may be called the bird of the road, has a short, sweet note, and expresses itself to the point, which is more than can be said of the speakers in Exeter Hall. The woods are in their prime at the beginning of August; and if the day is not too warm, and your digestive organs are at ease, it is difficult to put Mr. Roecliffe's label upon anything you meet or see in the open. These sort of expressions about the world— viz., " a vale of tears"-like the white and yellow wash in our churches, are miserable relics of puritanism, which, after all, has not in its modern shapes lost its love of a saving grace and boiled salmon with fennel sauce. Anything greasy suits it; and perhaps we owe to it in some indirect way the discovery of the good properties of codliver oil. There was a thunderstorm the evening they were at Barton-on-the-Hill, much to the delight of the ducks and geese in the corner pond, whose spirits were in harmony with the wet part of it. They began to baptize themselves afresh, and to wash the sins off their feathers, as teetotallers at revival meetings purge their souls, by penitent gesticulations, from the stain of their former drunkenness. Mrs. Timepiece liked the thunder and lightning part of it the best, and forgot all about her rheumatism in the forked arrows of fire which struck the distant hills, and the grand roll of artillery in the sky, which sounded like a battle on a large scale. Dr. Cumming would have thought of Armageddon, but Mrs. Timepiece had not the least temperament of prophecy in her. There was something in the storm that made her feel the majesty of her own spirit, and the crash of the thunderbolt ran up the marrow of her bones, and made her feel as if there was the music of a brass band in her soul. I feel sure that Scarborough will do her good, if she will only have faith in it. I ENTRE TES BRAS. ROBBED thee, my love, yester-eve, Of the sweetest of kisses---ah me! And soulless I had but to die, So my heart to my lady I sent; But I stole thy sweet fragrance of breath, I have lived from that hour to this. For my heart, love, is resting with thee, GORDON CAMPBELL. JOHN HOLLINGSHEAD. FOR fifteen years the subject of our car toon has been an active literary and public man. His literary career was begun much later than that of several of his contemporaries, but by his industry and ability he speedily succeeded in placing himself in the van. And in that particular walk of life to which he has devoted his energies, he may be placed in the first rank. John Hollingshead was born in London, in September, 1829. He is the son of Mr. Henry Randall Hollingshead, and being intended by his father for a City life, he was educated with this end in view at Homerton. His family have been connected for many generations with City and business circles, and at an early age Mr. Hollingshead was placed with a London firm. But his literary tastes were so strong that he decided to embark on what is to ninety-nine aspirants out of a hundred the frailest bark that ever was launched-literary pursuits. Having left his desk and the Gillott of commerce, he took up the quill of the man of letters, and when only twenty-six years of age he had made such headway that his performances strongly recommended him to the late Charles Dickens, who engaged him permanently for the staff of "Household Words." Mr. Hollingshead was also a contributor to many leading papers, magazines, and re views, among which we may mention the and the attention of capitalists having been Daily News, London Review, Punch, Athe- | drawn to the want of first class-theatres in næum, Times of India, "Cornhill Magazine," London, several have been built since that "All the Year Round," and to the columns date. The Gaiety Theatre, in the Strand, of this magazine. Mr. Hollingshead was- is the best and most successful of the new we suppose is—a philosophical Radical, and theatres. Mr. Hollingshead opened it in in all the publications he wrote for he reli- December, 1868, and is still lessee and giously preserved his political consistency. manager of this, one of the most popular of He was the devoted disciple of J. Bentham our London playhouses. He has so played when that worthy was neglected. He can his part as manager as to please every taste, now see Jeremy's image every time he walks and has always secured the services of a firston the pavement in front of the façade of rate company. His new dramas have been Burlington House. Many of Mr. Hollings- written by Robertson, Charles Reade, Gilhead's most successful papers were written bert, Oxenford, Byron, and Boucicault; and with the intention of making popular the his company has included the names of principles of Mill and Bentham; and it ap- Toole, Wigan, Boucicault, Mrs. Boucicault, pears that though the great humourist had Miss Neilson, and Miss Farren. No wonlittle sympathy with the school himself, he der the Gaiety is an exceedingly popular let his collaborateur say what he liked on place of amusement. It is at the same time the subject in "All the Year Round." one of the best ventilated, most comfortable, and well-managed of London theatres. In 1859 some of his most popular papers were first collected and published in separate form, with the title of "Under Bow Bells." This volume contained the well-known essay called "The City of Unlimited Paper," which had attracted a great deal of attention in the monetary panic of 1857. "Rubbing the Gilt off," which appeared in 1860, was a collection of clever political essays, written in a very lively style-very readable, even to people who do not care about politics-and dedicated to John Bright, at a time when the ex-Cabinet Minister had apparently about as much chance of being made Archimandrite as President of the Board of Trade. This book was followed by a collection of eccentric and home travels entitled "Odd Journeys," and by a volume of humorous papers entitled "Ways of Life." In the same year (1861) "Ragged London" appeared. This was the reproduction of a series of letters which appeared originally in the Morning Post. The author's other publications are a collection of humorous stories entitled "Rough Diamonds," and two volumes of miscellaneous essays called "To-day." Mr. Hollingshead is likewise a successful dramatist, and when the Exhibition of 1862 was projected he was called upon by the Commissioners to write the historical introduction to the official catalogues-work done in 1851 by Mr. Cole, C.B. In 1866, in connection with Mr. Dion Boucicault, he had carried through an agitation which resulted in dramatic free trade; Our portrait is engraved from a drawing made from a photograph of Mr. Hollingshead by Messrs. Fradelle and Marshall, of Regent-street, whose photographs have the striking peculiarity of being works of art. Pose, light, and printing of these portraits are artistic; and their gallery of celebrities in politics, art, science, literature, and the drama, is well worth a visit from any admirer of the photographer's art in its perfection. OLD DOLLS WITH NEW NOSES. THE ONE JAPHET CROOK. HE wonderful interest with which the fortunes of the Claimant to the Tichborne baronetcy and estates have been followed by the public-before the trial, during the trial, in the Newgate episode, and in the starring tour under the patronage of Mr. Whalley and Mr. Onslow-led the ingenious but impecunious literati of the British Museum to ransack the stores of that repository of knowledge, in the hope of finding some parallel case in the past history of litigation, which, being found, might forthwith be taken into the camp of the Philistines, and turned into copy-money. Under the impulse of this interest, a new translation of the French causes célèbres has been made, and a writer in the Times published a great French personation case-that of Martin Guerre--on the very morning when a contributor sent us a translation of it for publication in ONCE A WEEK. Quite by accident, |