lutch a shape, and hold a shade.
Is Peace _so_ peaceful? Nay,--who knows!
There are volcanoes under snows.

_In after days when grasses high
O'er-top the stone where I shall lie,
Though ill or well the world adjust
My slender claim to honoured dust,
I shall not question or reply._

_I shall not see the morning sky;
I shall not hear the night-wind sigh;
I shall be mute, as all men must
In after days!_

_But yet, now living, fain were I
That some one then should testify,
Saying--"He held his pen in trust
To Art, not serving shame or lust."
Will none?--Then let my memory die
In after days!_

NOTES.

NOTES.

"_To brandish the poles of that old Sedan Chair!_"--Page 7.

A friendly critic, whose versatile pen it is not easy to mistake,
recalls, _a-propos_ of the above, the following passage from Moliere,
which shows that Chairmen are much the same all the world over:--

1 Porteur (prenant un des batons de sa chaise). _Ca, payez-nous
vitement!_

Mascarille. _Quoi!_

1 Porteur. _Je dis que je veux avoir de l'argent tout a l'heure._

Mascarille. _Il est raisonnable, celui-la,_ etc.
_Les Precieuses Ridicules_, Sc. vii.

"_It has waited by portals where Garrick has played._"--Page 8.

According to Mrs. Carter (Smith's _Nollekens_, 1828, i. 211), when
Garrick acted, the hackney-chairs often stood "all round the Piazzas
[Covent Garden], down Southampton-Street, and extended more than
half-way along Maiden-Lane."

"_A skill Preville could not disown._"--Page 23.

Preville was the French Foote, _circa_ 1760. His gifts as a comedian
were of the highest order; and he had an extraordinary faculty for
identifying himself with the parts he played. Sterne, in a letter to
Garrick from Paris, in 1762, calls him "Mercury himself."

MOLLY TREFUSIS.--Page 32.

The epigram here quoted from "an old magazine" is to be found in the
late Lord Neaves's admirable little volume, _The Greek Anthology_
(_Blackwood's Ancient Classics for English Readers_). Those familiar
with eighteenth-century literature will recognize in the succeeding
verses but another echo of those lively stanzas of John Gay to "Molly
Mogg of the Rose," which found so many imitators in his own day. Whether
my heroine is to be identified with a certain "Miss Trefusis," whose
_Poems_ are sometimes to be found in the second-ha