and dull of comprehension, that he had been successively degraded at our theatrical board, from the delivering of a stage message to the office of check taker.

"He's so devilish good in the love scene," said the junior ensign, with the white eyebrows. "I say, Curzon, you'll be confoundedly jealous though, for he is to play with Fanny."

"I rather think not," said Curzon, who was a little tipsy.

"Oh, yes," said Frazer, " Hepton is right. Lorrequer has Fanny for his "Frow;" and, upon my soul, I should feel tempted to take the part myself on the same terms; though I verily believe I should forget I was acting, and make fierce love to her on the stage."

"And who may la charmante Fanny be?" said I with something of the air of the "Dey of Algiers" in my

tone.

"Let Curzon tell him," said several voices together, "he is the only man to do justice to such perfection."

Quizz away, my merry men," said Curzon, "all I know is, that you are a confoundedly envious set of fellows; and if so lovely a girl had thrown her eyes on one amongst you

Well, Bat.," said I, "if matters are really as you all say, why does not Curzon take the part you destine for me ?"

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"We dare not trust him," said the Major, Lord bless you, when the Call-boy would sing out for Captain Beaugarde in the second act, we'd find that he had levanted with our best slashed trowsers, and a bird of Paradise feather in his cap."

Well," thought I, "this is better at least than I anticipated, for if nothing else offers, I shall have rare fun teasing my friend Charley"-for it was evident that he had been caught by the lady in question.

"And so you'll stay with us; give me your hand you are a real trump." These words, which proceeded from a voice at the lower end of the table, were addressed to my friend Finucane.

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I'll stay with ye, upon my conscience," said Fin; " ye have a most seductive way about ye; and a very superior taste in milk punch."

"But, Doctor," said I, "you must

not be a drone in the hive; what will ye do for us? You should be a capital Sir Lucius O'Trigger, if we could get up the Rivals.”

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My forte is the drum-the big drum; put me among what the Greeks call the " Mousikoe," and I'll astonish ye."

It was at once agreed that Fin should follow the bent of his genius; and after some other arrangements for the rest of the party, we separated for the night, having previously toasted the " Fanny" to which Curzon attempted to reply, but sank, overpowered by punch and feelings, and looked unutterable things, without the power. to utter a sentence.

During the time which intervened between the dinner and the night appointed for our rehearsal, I had more business on my hands than a Chancellor of the Exchequer the week of the budget being produced. The whole management of every department fell, as usual, to my share; and all those who, previously to my arrival, had contributed their quota of labour, did nothing whatever now but lounge about the stage, or sit half the day in the orchestra, listening to some confounded story of Finucane's, who contrived to have an everlasting mob of actors, scene-painters, fiddlers, and call-boys always about him, who, from their uproarious mirth and repeated shouts of merriment, nearly drove me distracted, as I stood almost alone and unassisted in the whole management. Of la belle Fanny, all I learned was, that she was a professional actress of very considerable talent, and extremely pretty; that Curzon had fallen desperately in love with her the only night. she had appeared on the boards there; and that to avoid his absurd persecution. of her, she had determined not to come into town until the morning of the rehearsal, she being at that time on a visit at the house of a country gentleman in the neighbourhood. Here was a new difficulty I had to contend withto go through my part alone was out of the question to making it effective; and I felt so worried and harassed, that I often fairly resolved on taking the wings of the Cork mail, and flying away to the uttermost parts of the south of Ireland, till all was still and tranquil again. By degrees, however, I got matters into better train, and by getting over our rehearsal early, before Fin appeared, as he usually slept somewhat late after his night at mess, I.

managed to have things in something like order; he and his infernal drum, which, whenever he was not story-telling, he was sure to be practising on, being in fact the greatest difficulties opposed to my managerial functions. One property he possessed, so totally at variance with all habits of order, that it completely baffled me, was this :So numerous were his narratives, that no occasion could possibly arise, no chance expression be let fall on the stage, but Fin had something he deemed apropos, and with sans façon, he at once related for the benefit of all whom it might concern; that was usually the entire corps dramatique, who eagerly turned from stage directions and groupings, to laugh at his ridiculous jests. I shall give an instance of this habit of interruption, and let the unhappy wight who has filled such an office as mine, pity my woes.

I was standing one morning on the stage, drilling my "corps" as usual. One most refractory spirit, to whom but a few words were entrusted, and who bungled even those, I was endeavouring to train into something like his part.

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Come now, Elsmore, try it again -just so. Yes, come forward in this manner-take her hand tenderly-press It to your lips; retreat towards the flat, and then, bowing deferentially thus, sayGood night, good night' that's very simple, eh? Well now, that's all you have to do, and that brings you over here so you make your exit at once."

Exactly so, Mr. Elsmore, always contrive to be near the door under such circumstances. That was the way with my poor friend, Curran. Poor Philpot, when he dined with the Guild of Merchant Tailors, they gave him a gold box, with their arms upon it-a goose proper, with needles saltier wise, or something of that kind; and they made him free of their "ancient and oyal corporation," and gave him a very grand dinner. Well, Curran was mighty pleasant and agreeable, and kept them laughing all night, till the moment he rose to go away, and then he told them that he never spent so happy an evening, and all to that. But, gentlemen,' said he, business has its calls, I must tear myself away; 80 wishing you now'-there were just eighteen of them wishing you now every happiness and prosperity, permit me to take my leave'-and here he stole near the door to take my leave,

With

and bid you both good night. a running fire of such stories, it may be supposed how difficult was my task in getting anything done upon the stage.

Well, at last the long expected Friday arrived, and I rose in the morning with all that peculiar tourbillon of spirits that a man feels when he is half pleased and whole frightened with the labour before him. I had scarcely accomplished dressing when a servant tapped at my door, and begged to know if could spare a few moments to speak to Miss Ersler, who was in the drawing-room. I replied, of course, in the affirmative, and, rightly conjecturing that my fair friend must be the lovely Fanny already alluded to, followed the servant down stairs.

"Mr. Lorrequer," said the servant, and, closing the door behind me, left me in sole possession of the lady.

"Will you do me the favour to sit here, Mr. Lorrequer," said one of the sweetest voices in the world, as she made room for me on the sofa beside her. "I am particularly short-sighted; so pray sit near me, as I really cannot talk to any one I dont see."

I blundered out some platitude of a compliment to her eyes-the fullest and most lovely blue that man ever gazed into at which she smiled as if pleased, and continued," Now, Mr. Lorrequer, I have really been longing for your coming; for your friends of the 4-th are doubtless very dashing, spirited young gentlemen, perfectly versed in war's alarms; but pardon me if I say that a more wretched company of strolling wretches never graced a barn. Now, come, don't be angry; but let me proceed. Like all amateur people, they have the happy knack in distributing the characters— to put every man in his most unsuitable position-and, then, that poor dear thing, Curzon-I hope he's not a friend of yours-by some dire fatality always plays the lover's parts, ha! ha! ha! True, I assure you; so that if you had not been announced as coming this week, I should have left them, and gone off to Bath."

Here she rose and adjusted her brown ringlets at the glass, giving me ample time to admire one of the most perfect figures I ever beheld. She was most becomingly dressed, and displayed a foot and ancle which, for symmetry and "chaussure," might have challenged the Rue Rivoli itself to match it.

Harry Lorrequer. There was no time, owever, for indulgence in such very paronable gratulation; so I at once proceeded. pour faire l'aimable" profess my utter inability to do justice to her undoubted talents, but slyly added, "that in the love-making part of the matter, she should never be able to discern that I was not in earnest. We chatted then gaily for upwards of an hour, until the arrival of her friend's carriage was announced, when, tendering me most graciously her hand, she smiled benignly, and saying au revoir donc,"

drove off.

As I stood upon the steps of the hotel, viewing her "out of the visible horizon," I was joined by Curzon, who evidently, from his self-satisfied air, and jaunty gait, little knew how he stood in the fair Fanny's estimation.

Very pretty, very pretty indeed, deeper and deeper still," cried he, alluding to my most courteous salutation as the carriage rounded the corner, and its lovely occupant kissed her hand I say, Harry, my friend, you don't think that was meant for you, I should hope?"

once more.

"What! the kiss of the hand? yes faith but I do."

"Well, certainly, that is good! ho, man, she just saw me coming up that instant. She and I-we understand each other-never mind, don't be cross -no fault of yours, you know."

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Ah, so she is taken with you," said I. Eh, Charley?"

Why, I believe that. I may confess to you the real state of matters. She was devilishly struck with me the first time we rehearsed together. We soon got up a little flirtation; but the other night when I played Mirabel to her, it finished the affair. She was quite nervous, and could scarcely go through with the part. I saw it, and upon my soul I am sorry for it; she's a prodigiously fine girl-such lips and such teeth! Egad I was delighted when you came; for, you see, I was, in a manner, obliged to take all line of character, and I saw pretty plainly where it must end; and, you know, with you it's quite different. She'll

laugh and chat and all that sort of thing, but she'll not be carried away by her feelings; you understand me."

Oh, perfectly; it's quite different, as you observed."

If I was not supported internally during this short dialogue by the recently expressed opinion of the dear Fanny herself upon my friend Curzon's merits,

I think I should have been tempted to take the liberty of wringing his neck off. However, the affair was much better as it stood, as I had only to wait a little with proper patience, and I had no fears but that my friend Charley would become the hero of a very pretty episode for the mess.

"So I suppose you must feel considerably bored by this kind of thing," I said, endeavouring to draw him out.

Why, I do," replied he, "and I do not. The girl is very pretty. The place is dull in the morning; and altogether it helps to fill up time."

Well," said I, "you are always fortunate, Curzon. You have ever your share of what floating luck the world affords."

"It is not exactly all luck, my dear friend; for, as I shall explain to you

"Not now," replied I, "for I have not yet breakfasted." So saying, I turned into the coffee-room, leaving the worthy captain to revel in his fancied conquest, and pity such unfortunates as myself.

After an early dinner at the club house, I hastened down to the theatre, where numerous preparations for the night were going forward. The greenroom was devoted to the office of a supper-room, to which the audience had been invited. The dressing-rooms were many of them filled with the viands destined for the entertainment. Where, among the wooden fowls and "impracticable" flagons, were to be seen imvery posing pasties and flasks of Champaigne, littered together in most admirable disorder. The confusion naturally incidental to all private theatricals, was ten-fold increased by the circumstances of our projected supper. Cooks and scene-shifters, fiddlers and waiters, were most inextricably mingled; and, as in all similar cases, the least important functionaries took the greatest airs upon them, and appropriated, without hesitation, whatever came to their handsthus the cook would not have scrupled to light a fire with the violoncello of the orchestra; and I actually caught one of the "gens de cuisine" making a "soufflet" in a brass helmet I had once worn when astonishing the world as Coriolanus.

Six o'clock struck. In another short hour and we begin, thought I, with a sinking heart, as I looked upon the littered stage crowded with hosts of fellows that had nothing to do there. Figaro himself never wished for ubiquity more than I did, as I hastened from place to place, entreating, cursing, beg

ging, scolding, execrating, and imploring by turns. To mend the matter, the devils in the orchestra had begun to tune their instruments, and I had to bawl like a boatswain of a man-of-war, to be heard by the person beside me. As seven o'clock struck, I peeped through the small aperture in the curtain, and saw, to my satisfaction, mingled, I confess, with fear, that the house was nearly filled-the lower tier of boxes entirely so. There were a great many ladies handsomely dressed, chatting gaily with their chaperons, and I recognized some of my acquaintances on every side; in fact, there was scarcely a family of rank in the county that had not at least some member of it present. As the orchestra struck up the overture to Don Giovanni, I retired from my place to inspect the arrangements behind.

Before the performance of the "Family Party," we were to have a little one-act-piece called "A day in Madrid," written by myself-the principal characters being expressly composed for "Miss Ersler and Mr. Lorrequer."

The story of this trifle, it is not necessary to allude to ; indeed if it were, I should scarcely have patience to do So connected is my recollection of it with the distressing incident which occurred at the time.

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In the first scene of the piece, the curtain rising displays La belle Fanny sitting at her embroidery in the midst of a beautiful garden, surrounded with statues, fountains, &c. at the back is seen a pavilion in the ancient Moorish style of architecture, over which hang the branches of some large and shady trees she comes forward, expressing her impatience at the delay of her love, whose absence she tortures herself to account for by a hundred different suppositions, and after a very sufficient exposé of her feelings, and some little explanatory details of her private history, conveying a very clear intimation of her own amiability, and her guardian's cruelty, she proceeds, after the fashion of other young ladies similarly situated, to give utterance to her feelings by a song; after, therefore, a suitable prelude from the orchestra, for which, considering the impassioned state of her mind, she waits patiently, she comes forward and begins a melody

"Oh why is he far from the heart that adores him? "

in which, for two verses, she proceeds with sundry sol feggio's, to account VOL. XI.

for the circumstances, and show her own disbelief of the explanation in a very satisfactory manner-meanwhile, for I must not expose my reader to a similar anxiety on my account, which the dear Fanny here labored under, I was making the necessary preparations for flying to her presence and clasping her to my heart, that is to say, I had already gummed on a pair of moustaches, had corked and arched a ferocious pair of eyebrows, which, with my rouged cheeks, gave me a look, half Whiskerando, half Grimaldi; these operations were performed, from the stress of circumstances, sufficiently near the object of my affections, to afford me the pleasing satisfaction of hearing from her own sweet lips, her solicitude on my account; in a word, all the dressing rooms but two were filled with hampers of provisions, glass, china, and crockery, and from absolute necessity, I had no other spot where I could attire myself unseen, except in the identical pavilion already alluded to-here, however, I was quite secure, and had abundant time also, for I was not to appear till scene the fourth, when I was to come forward in full Spanish costume, "every inch a Hidalgo-" meantime, Fanny has been singing

"Oh why is he far," &c. &c.

At the conclusion of the last verse, just as she repeats the words, "why, why, why," in a very distracted and melting cadence, a voice behind startles hershe turns, and beholds her guardianso at least run the course of events in the real drama-that it should follow thus, now, however," Diis aliter visum"

for just as she came to the very moving apostrophe alluded to, and called out, "why comes he not ?"a gruff voice from behind answered in a strong Cork brogue-" ah! would ye have him come in a state of nature ?" at the instant a loud whistle rang through the house, and the pavilion scene slowly drew up, discovering me, Harry Lorrequer, seated on a small stool, before a cracked looking glass, my only habiliments, as I am an honest man, being a pair of long white silk stockings, and a very richly embroidered shirt with point lace collar. The shouts of laughter are yet in my ears, the loud roar of inextinguishable mirth, which after the first brief pause of astonishment gave way, shook the entire building-my recollection may well have been confused at such a moment of unutterable shame and misery; yet,

I clearly remember seeing Fanny, the sweet Fanny herself, fall into an arm chair nearly suffocated with convulsions of laughter. I cannot go on; what I did I know not. I suppose my exit was additionally ludicrous, for a new eclat de rire followed me out. I rushed out of the theatre, and wrap ping only my cloak around me, ran, without stopping, to the barracks. But I must cease; these are woes, too sa

cred for even Confessions like mine, so let me close the curtain of my room and my chapter together, and say adieu for a season-a brief one, I hope, for if my equanimity return within the month, another chapter of Confessions shall lighten the heart of, my dear reader, your now much afflicted and deeply distressed HARRY LORRequer.

We have, elsewhere, reviewed, with the attention it seemed to require, the speech of his Excellency, Lord Mulgrave, in avoidance of the statements submitted to the house of Peers on a recent occasion, by the high-minded and single-hearted Earl of Roden. If we, a second time, introduce the noble Viceroy to our readers, it is not in the character of an apologist we exhibit him, but as one who challenges attention to the valuable services he has rendered his country, and who has had the courage boldly to describe, and to accuse in the face of the nation, the parties to whose evil agency and sinister influence he pronounces the disorders of Ireland ascribable. In this daring outbreak of confidence in his own merits, and of anger against those who have mischievously obstructed his good designs, the noble Earl, whether his communications prove true or false, has made the public his confidant to an extent for which every honest man ought to be thankful. We proceed,

after our fashion, to make the due acknowledgments.

Lord Mulgrave has been candid enough to disclose the important truth, that for, as the noble lord affirms, the first time in the annals of the country, the government and the " popular party" in Ireland are identified.

"Your lordships must also recollect the peculiar situation of the popular party at this moment in Ireland. For the first

time in the annals of the country, that party is identified with the British government, anxious for nothing more than to lend a firm and honest support to the British government and British parlia

ment."

A mighty change has taken place. We are yet to learn in which of the reconciled parties, or if in both, the alteration has been effected. That we have no proof of improvement in the dispositions of what the noble lord terms the popular party, another article in this number of our Magazine has shown in a manner, we hope, perfectly convincing. Indeed, the noble Viceroy hinself must have discovered long before now, that the solitary indication of a favourable change upon which his confidence had rested, was transitory and delusive. Where, then, has the change been wrought? Has it passed upon the government? We shall see.

The popular, that is, the Roman Catholic party, in Ireland, according to the representations of his Excellency, Lord Mulgrave, were not, at any former period of our annals, identified with the British government. At one time it was said the removal of penal disabilities would satisfy them. The Duke of Wellington removed them. Eternal gratitude was sworn to him—a pillar was to be erected to his honor-the Roman Catholic Bishops in Ireland united in saluting him, their, and the country's great benefactor. Still the popular party was not conciliated. Farther concessions were necessaryreform was demanded-Earl Grey and the Whigs effected the desired reform. But the party was not propitiated— the Whigs were "base, brutal, and bloody." The payment of tithe was of the soil must be released from it. To vexatious; Roman Catholic occupiers this demand also the Whigs conceded; they released the Roman Catholic tenant, loaded the Protestant landlord with the encumbrance, and compelled the parson to pay the costs of the alteration. Still the "party" was dissatisfied.