The Dead Nightingale

TbeSwedish Nlgutlngale leít no notes haiiud her save tliose that lingcr in the cura of those lio beard her sing. Thls jjives the greater valué to some reoolleetlona oí her wlilchherfrieiid, Canon Scott Hollaud, lspubliühiiii;. We read huw "she was, when lu spirits, all ulive with piar and f un; the had a deliclous, inerry laugh, and she coulii bubble with dancing delight;" how "at her Chrlstmastree parties fur her childrcn and her trleodt lier nierrimeut would beirreprcísible," and how cuarmiDg was the part of the maiil plared by her lu vhildren's theatricals. "She hardly ever spoke a word about herself, her past life, her oíd interests and glorie, even among those most Intímate with her." Her etnndrd was seTerely high. Of lier papila jt tlie Boyal College of Music, It is saiil tliat she kept tliein as close to their scales as Mr. Huskin Uept his drawiuif class to the curves ui' h stiail'Stiell. Her rescntmeut of what shu deeined impertineiit cnrioslty must llave heeu palnful to Ihe American visitors, of whose reccptiou we read: "What is it you want!" elie uked, standing very erect. 'Oh, Mme. Qoldfichmidt, we hoped to have the ploftsura of seeiug you, aod making vour aequa'utanee." ''VVell, here is my front 1" The (ith a wlilsk rouml) "there is my back. Now" (w:th a (leep courtcsy) "you can go home and sav that you have seen me." It a relief to read tbat aftenvard "she was very penitent for havlug been at all rudc."