ities who thrive on the nefarious traffic. Perfect order
and decency of deportment, with all the necessary civilities of life,
are rigorously insisted on, and summary expulsion is the consequence
of any intolerable conduct. If it so happens that any person becomes
obnoxious in any way, whatever may be his or her rank, the first
intimation will be--'Sir, you are not in your place here;' or, 'Madame,
the air of Baden does not suit you.' If these words are disregarded,
there follows a summary order--'You must leave Baden this very day, and
cross the frontiers of the Grand Duchy within twenty-four hours.'

Mr Sala, in his novel 'Make your Game,'(74) has given a spirited
description of the gambling scenes at Baden.

(74) Originally published in the 'Welcome Guest.'

Whilst I write there is exhibited at the Egyptian Hall, London, Dore's
magnificent picture of the _Tapis Vert_, or Life in Baden-Baden, of
which the following is an accurate description:--

'The _Tapis Vert_ is a moral, and at the same time an exceedingly
clever, satire. It is illustrative of the life, manners, and
predilections and pursuits of a class of society left hereafter to enjoy
the manifold attractions of fashionable watering-places, without the
scourge that for so many years held its immoral and degrading sway in
their sumptuous halls.

'In one of these splendid salons the fashionable crowd is eagerly
pressing round an oblong table covered with green cloth (_le tapis
vert_), upon which piles of gold and bank-notes tell the tale of "_noir
perd et la couleur gagne_," and vice versa. The principal group, upon
which Dore has thrown one of his powerful effects of light, is lifelike,
and several of the actors are at once recognized. Both croupiers are
well-known characters. There is much life and movement in the silent
scene, in which thousands of pounds change hands in a few seconds. To
the left of the croupier (dealer), who turns up the winning card, sits
a finely-dressed woman, who cares for little else but gold. There is a
remarkable expression of eagerness and curiosity upon the countenance of
the lady who comes next, and who endeavours, with the assistance of her
eye-glass, to find out the state of affairs. The gentleman next to her
is an inveterate _blase_. The countenance of the old man reckoning up
needs no description. Near by stands a lady with a red feather in her
hat, and whose lace shawl alone is worth several hundred pounds--for
Dore m