Lippincotts Magazine, December 1873

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LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE
OF
POPULAR LITERATURE AND SCIENCE.
Vol. XII, No. 33.

DECEMBER, 1873.

TABLE OF CONTENTS
THE NEW HYPERION [Illustrated] By EDWARD STRAHAN.
VI.--Shall Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot? AUTUMN LEAVES. By W.
SKETCHES OF EASTERN TRAVEL [Illustrated] By FANNIE R.
FEUDGE. III.--Bangkok. LIFE AT THE NATIONAL CAPITAL. A
DAY'S SPORT IN EAST FLORIDA By S.C. CLARKE. THE
LIVELIES By SARAH WINTER KELLOGG. In Two Parts--II.
HISTORY OF THE CRISIS By K. CORNWALLIS. SAINT
MARTIN'S TEMPTATION by MARGARET J. PRESTON. THE
LONG FELLOW OF TI By J.T. McKAY. THE PROBLEM By
CHARLOTTE F. BATES. MONACO By R. DAVEY. A PRINCESS
OF THULE By WILLIAM BLACK.
Chapter XXII
--"Like Hadrianus And Augustus."
Chapter XXIII
--In Exile.
Chapter XXIV
--"Hame Fain Would I Be." OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP Mr. E. Lytton
Bulwer By L. GAYLORD CLARK. Salvini's Othello By A.F. A Letter
From New York By MARGARET CLAYSON. NOTES.
LITERATURE OF THE DAY. Books Received.

ILLUSTRATIONS THE REGISTER. A VIRTUOSO. DELIGHTS OF
THE VERLOBTEN. THE CHURCHYARD LOVER. ON THE FIRST
STEP. THE LEGAL PROFESSION AND PROFESSION OF
FRIENDSHIP. EFFUSION. SELF-CONTROL. LOSING TIME
GRAND DUKE'S PALACE, BADEN. THE WOOD-PATH. SCENE
OF MATTHISSON'S POEM IMITATING GRAY'S "ELEGY."
"WINE OR BEER!" ENTRANCE TO THE ALT-SCHLOSS.
"KELLNER!" TYROLEAN. THE KING OF SIAM RETURNING TO
HIS PALACE. ELEPHANT ARMED FOR WAR. THE GREAT
GILDED BOODDH. FUNERAL PILE FOR THE SECOND KING.

SEVENTY-SECOND CHILD OF THE KING OF SIAM. ENTRANCE
TO THE ROYAL HAREM.

THE NEW HYPERION.
FROM PARIS TO MARLY BY WAY OF THE RHINE.
VI.--SHALL AULD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT?
My first dinner in the avenue of Ettlingen followed upon the
twelve-barreled bath, but was far from being so glacial a, refreshment.
As I descended, quite pink and glowing, I found eight or ten individuals
in the dining-room. They were French and Belgians, and exchanged a
lively conversation in half a dozen provincial accents. The servants too
talked French in levying on the cook for provisions: for this, as I have
since learned, the domestics of my snug little boarding-house were
deemed somewhat pretentious by the serving-people of the vicinity,
who considered the tongue of Paris a sort of court language, for
circulation among aristocrats only, and supposed that even in France
the hired folk all talked German. My reception at the cheerful board
was as cordial as possible.
[Illustration: THE REGISTER.]
Placed opposite me, our young hostess was looking in my direction
with an intentness that struck me as singular. My passport was
uppermost in my mind. I was not, however, very uneasy, for the reply
of Sylvester Berkley would soon arrive and put an official seal upon
my standing. It occurred to me, however, that I was a traveler
accompanied by no other baggage than a tin box and an umbrella, and
introduced by a coachman who had no reason whatever for forming
lofty notions of my respectability. The landlady, whom I had scarcely
seen on my arrival, was pretty, neat and quick, and an argument
suggested itself that seemed adapted to her station and habits. I was
base enough to take out my watch, a very fine Poitevin, and make an
advertisement of that pledge under pretence of comparing time with the
mantel-clock. This precious manoeuvre appeared quite successful.
Very soon my ideas of apprehension and defiance were followed by
other thoughts of a very different kind. The expression of the youthful
housekeeper was not only softened in continuing to watch me, but it
took on a look of great kindness and good-humor--a look that the finest
watch in the world would never have inspired. On my own side I

furtively examined this gentle yet scrutinizing physiognomy. Surely
those gentle glances and my own faded old eyes were not entire
strangers.
When Winckelmann was filling the villa Albani with antiques, it often
happened to him to clasp a fair Greek head in his arms and go pottering
along from torso to torso till he could find a shoulder fit to support his
lovely burden. Such was my exercise with this pleasant head in its neat
cambric cap; but in place of consulting my memory with the proper
coolness, I am afraid