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Les diagrammes suivants illustrent la mdthode. 9rrata to pelure, >n d n 32X 1 2 3 1 2 3 4 5 6 IM rtri i f'' / //; 1 2^ "^f STAGE-LAND: VJ^ _ There is no lingering illness and doctor's^ bills, and upsetting of the whole household arrange- ments, about her method. One walk round the stage and the thing is done. All bad characters die quickly on the stage. Good characters take a long time over it, and have a sofa down in the drawing-room to do it on, and have sobbing relatives and good old doctors fooling around them, and can smile and forgive everybody. Bad Stage characters have to do the whole job, dying speech and all, in about ten seconds, and do it with all their clothes on into the bargain, which must make it most uncomfortable. It is repentance that kills off the the bad people in plays. They always repent, and the /> moment they repent they die. Repent- f ^7 ance, on the stage, seems to be one of the % jj fwS-t in- most dangerous things a man can be taken ^-.^^fi^/' with. Our advice to Stage wicked ^^^- ti&A' ^-7^\ people would undoubtedly be, ■% ~^^-i \ " Never repent. If you value k.,X\^^3 your life, don't repent. It always means sudden death ! " ''A To return to our adven- turess, she is by no means a bad woman. There is much good in her. This is more than 38 STAGE-LAND. proved by the fact that she learns to love the hero before she dies ; for no one but a really good woman, capable of extraordinary patience and gentleness, could ever, we are convinced, grow to feel any other sentiment for that irritating ass than a desire to throw bricks at him. The Stage adventuress would be a much better woman, too, if it were not for the heroine. The adventuress makes the most complete arrange- ments for being noble and self-sacrificing, that is for going away and never coming back, and is just about to carry them out, when the heroine, who has a perfect genius for being in the wrong place at the right time, comes in and spoils it all. No Stage adventuress can be good while the heroine is about. The sight of the heroine rouses every bad feeling in her breast. We can sympathise with her in this respect. The heroine often affects ourselves in precisely the same way. There is a good deal to be said in favour of the adventuress. True she possesses rather too much sarcasm and repartee to make things quite agreeable round the domestic hearth, and, when she has got all her clothes on, there is not much room left in the place for anybody else ; but, taken on the whole, she is decidedly attractive. She has grit and go in her. She is alive. She can do something to help herself besides calling for " George." She has not got a Stage child — if she ever had one, she has left it on somebody else's doorstep, which, presuming there was no water handy to drown it in, seems to be about the most sensible thing she could have done with it. She SHE IS THE ONLY PERSON IN THE PIECE WHO CAN SIT ON THE COMIC MAN, is not opprcsslvcly good. THE ADVENTURESS. ^g She never wants to be " unhanded," or " let to pass." She is not always being shocked or insulted by people telling her that they love her; she does not seem to mind it if they do. She is not always fainting, and crymg, and sobbing, and wailing, and moaning, like the good people in the play are. t^ f f Oh they do have an unhappy time of it-the good people in plays I 1 hen she is the only person in the piece who can sit on the comic man We sometimes think it would be a fortunate thing-for him-if they allowed her to marry and settle down quietly with the hero. She might make a man of him, in time. & V Tie otage ervanl Girl nivnjiitrii;),' T' o- tU ^tt^ant &xtt. ARE two types of servant girl to be met with on the stage. This is an unusual allowance for one profession. There is the lodging- house slavey. She has a good heart, and a smutty face, and is always dressed according to the latest fashion in scarecrows. Her leading occupation is the cleaning of boots. She cleans boots all over the house, at all hours of the day. She comes and sits down on the hero's breakfast table, and cleans them over the poor fellow's food. She comes into the drawing-room cleaning boots. She has her own method of cleaning them, too. She rubs off the mud, puts on the blacking, and polishes up all with the same brush. They take an enormous amount of polishing, she seems to do nothing else all day long but walk about shining one boot, and she breathes on it and rubs it till you wonder there is any leather left, yet it never seems to get any brighter, nor, indeed, can you expect it to, for when you look closely you see it is a patent leather boot that she has been throwing herself away upon all this time. Somebody has been having a lark with the poor girl. The lodging-house slavey brushes her hair with the boot brush, and blacks the end of her nose with it. 43 STAGE-LAND. We were acquainted with a lodging-house slavey once — a real one, we mean. She was the handmaiden at a house in Floomsbury, where we once hung out. She was untidy in her dress, it is true, but she had not quite that castaway and gone-to-sleep-in-a-dustbin appearance that we, an earnest student of the drama, felt she ought to present, and we questioned her one day on the subject. ** How is it, Sophronia," we said, ** that you distantly resemble a human being instead of giving one the idea of an animated rag-shop ? Don't you ever polish your nose with the blacking brush, or rub coal into your head, or wash your face in treacle, or put skewers into your hair, .or anything of that sort, like they do on the stage ? " She said, " Lord love you, what should I want to go and be a ball) idiot like that for ? " And we have not liked to put the question elsewhere since then. The other type of servant girl on the stage — the villa servant girl — is a very different personage. She is a fetching little thing, and dresses bewitchingly, and is always clean. Her duties are to dust the legs of the chairs in the drawing-room. That is the only work she ever has to do, but it must be confessed she does that thoroughly. She never comes into the room without dusting the legs of these chairs, and she dusts them again before she goes out. If anything ought to be free from dust in a stage house, it should be the legs of the drawing-room chairs. She is going to marry the man-servant, is the Stage servant girl, as soon as they have saved up sufficient out of their wages to buy an hotel. They think they will like to keep an hotel. They don't understand a bit about the business, which we believe is a complicated one, but this does not trouble them in the least. They quarrel a good deal ovei their love-making, do the Stage servant girl and her young man, and they always come into the drawing-room to do it. They have got the kitchen, and there is the garden (with a fountain and mountains in the background — you can see it through the window), but no ! no place in or about the house is good enough for THE .SERVANT GIRL. 43 them to quarrel in except the drawinj^-room. They quarrel there so vigorously that it even interferes with the dusting of the chair legs. She ought not to be long in saving up sufficient to marry on, for the generosity of people on the stage, to the servants there, makes one seriously consider the advisability of ignoring the unremunerative professions of ordinary life, and starting a new and more promising career as a Stage servant. No one ever dreams of tipping the Stage servant with less than a sovereign when they ask her if her mistress is at home, or give her a letter to post, and there is quite a rush at the end of the piece to stuff five-pound notes into her hand. The good old man gives her ten. The Stage servant is very impudent to her mistress, and the master — he falls in love with her, and it does upset the house so. Sometimes the servant girl is good and faithful, and then she is Irish. All good servant girls on the stage are Irish. All the male visitors are expected to kiss the Stage she is going to marry the manservant. servant girl when they come into the house, and to dig her in the ribs, and to say, " Do you know, Jane, I think you're an uncommonly nice girl — click." They always say this, and she likes it. Many years ago, when we were young, we thought we would see if 44 STAGE-LAND. things were the same off the stage, and the next time we called at a certain friend's house, we tried this business on. She wasn't quite so dazzlingly beautiful as they are on the stage, but we passed that. She showed us up into the drawing-room, and then said she would go and tell her mistress we were there. We felt this was the time to begin. We skipped between her and the door. We held our hat in front of us, and cocked our head on one side, and said, " Don't go ! dont go ! " The girl seemed alarmed. We began to get a little nervous ourselves, but we had begun it, and we meant to go through with it. We said, " Do you know, Jane," (her name wasn't Jane, but that wasn't our fault), " do you know, Jane, I think you're an uncommonly nice girl," and we said " click," and dug her in the ribs with our elbow, and then chucked her under the chin. The whole thing seemed to fall flat. There was nobody there to laugh or applaud. We wished we hadn't done it. It seemed stupid, when you came to think of it. We began to feel frightened. The business wasn't going as we expected; but we screwed up our courage, and went on. We put on the customary expression of /Im comic imbecility, and beckoned the girl to / ..- We have never seen this fail on the / THEN SHE IS IRISH. US. stage. But this girl seemed made wrong. She got behind the sofa, and screamed " Help ! " We have never known them to do this on the stage, and it threw us out in our plans. We did not know exactly what to do. We regretted that we had ever begun this job, and heartily wished ourselves out of it. THE SERVANT GIRL. 45 But it appeared foolish to pause then, when we were more than half way through, and we made a rush to get it over. We chivied the girl round the sofa, and caught her near the door, and kissed her. She scratched our face, yelled police, murder, and lire, and fled from the room. Our friend came in almost immediately. He said, " I say, J., old man, are you drunk ? " We told him no, that we were only a student of the drama. His wife then entered in a towering passion. She didn't ask us if we were drunk. She said, " How dare you come here in this state ! " We endeavoured, unsuc- cessfully, to induce her to believe that we were sober ; and we explained that our course of conduct was what was always pursued on the stage. She said she didn't care what was done on the stage, it wasn't going to be pursued in her house ; and that if her husband's friends couldn't behave as gentlemen they had better stop away. A few more chatty remarks were exchanged, and then we took our leave. The following morning we received a letter from a firm of solicitors DO YOU KNOW, JANE, I THINK YOU RE UNCOMMONLY NICE GIRL — "CLICK."' AN 46 STAGE-LAND. in Lincoln's Inn with reference, so they put it, to the brutal and un- provoked assault committed by us on the previous afternoon upon the person of their client, Miss Matilda Hemminj^s. The letter stated that we had punched Miss Hemmings in the side, struck her under the chin, and, afterwards, seizing her as she was leaving the room, proceeded to commit a gross assault, into the particulars of which it was needless for them to enter at greater length. It added that if we were prepared to render an ample written apology, and to pay fifty pounds compensation, they would advise their client, Miss Matilda Hemmings, to allow the matter to drop, otherwise, criminal proceedings would at once be commenced against us. We took the letter to our own solicitors, and explained the circum- stances to them. They said it seemed to be a very sad case, but advised us to pay the fifty pounds, and we borrowed the money, and did so. Since then we have lost faith, somehow, in the British drama as a guide to the conduct of life. ^ J th chn. \ IS nice and quiet and it talks pretty. We have come across real infants, now and then, in the course of visits to married friends; they have been brought to us from outlying parts of the house, and intro- duced to us for our edification ; and we have found them gritty and sticky. Their boots have usual]; been muddy, and they have wiped them up against our new trousers. And their hair has suggested the idea that they have been standing on their heads in the dust-bin. And they have talked to us —but not pretty, not at all— rather rude we should call it. But the stage child is very different. It is clean and tidy. You can touch It anywhere and nothing comes off. Its face glows with soap and water. From the appearance of its hands it is evident that mud pies and tar are joys unknown to it. As for its hair, there is something uncanny about Its smoothness and respectability. Even its boot laces are done up We have never seen anything like the Stage child, outside a theatre exceptmg once-that was on the pavement in front of a tailor's shop in lottenham Court Road. He stood on a bit of round wood, and it was fifteen and nine, his style. We thought, in our ignorance, prior to this, that there could not be anythnig m the world like the Stage .hild, but, you see we were mistaken. .\| Hintson Juvpnilc J.hijuWtf 48 STAGE-LAND. [ The Stage child is affectionate to its parents, and its nurse ; and is respectful in its demeanour towards those whom Providence has placed in authority over it ; and so far, it is certainly much to be preferred to the real article. It speaks of its male and female progenitors as " dear, dear papa," and " dear, dear mama," and it refers to its nurse as *' darling nursey." We are connected with a youthful child, ourselves — a real one — a nephew. .He alludes to his father (when his father is not present) as " the old man ; " and always calls the nurse ** old nutcrackers." Why cannot they make real children who say " dear, dear mama," and ** dear, dear papa." The Stage child is much superior to the live infant, in every way. The Stage child does not go rampaging about a house and screeching and yelling, till nobody knows whether they are on their head or their heels. A Stage child does not get up at five o'clock in the morning to practice playing on a penny whistle. A Stage child never wants a bicycle, and drives you mad about it. A Stage child does not ask twenty complicated questions a minute about things that you don't understand, and then wind up by asking why you don't seem to know anything, and why wouldn't anybody teach you anything when you were a little boy. The Stage child does not wear out a hole in the seat of its knicker- bockers, and have to have a patch let in. The Stage child comes down stairs on its feet. The Stage child never brings home six other children to play at horses in the front garden, and then wants to know if they can all come in to tea. The Stage child never has the whooping cough, and the measles, and every other disease that it can lay its hands on, and be laid up with them one after the other, and turn the house upside down. The Stage child's department in the scheme of life is to harrow up its mother's feelings by ill-timed and uncalled for questions about its father. It always wants to know, before a roomful of people, where ** dear papa" is, and why he has left dear mama; when, as all the guests know, the poor man is doing his two years' hard, or waiting to be hanged. It makes everybody so uncomfortable. THE CHILD. 49 It IS always harrowing up somebody-the Stage child-it really ought not to be left about, as it is. When it has done upsetting its mother, it fishes out some broken-hearted maid, who has just been cruelly severed for ever from her lover, and asks her in a high falsetto voice, why she doesn't get married, and prattles to her about love, and domestic bliss, and young men, and any other subject it can think of, particularly calculated to lacerate the poor girl's heart, until her brain nearly gives way. After that, it runs amuck, up and down the whole play, and makes everybody sit up, all round. It asks eminently respectable old maids if they wouldn't like to have a baby; and it wants to know why bald- headed old men have left off wearing hair, and why other old gentlemen have red noses, and if they were always that colour. In some plays, it so happens that the less said about the origin and source of the Stage child, the better; and, in such cases, nothing will appear so important to that contrary brat as to know, in the middle of an evening party, who its father was ! Everybody loves the Stage child. They catch it up in their bosoms evt ry other minute and weep over it. They take it in turns to do this. Nobody — on the stap-e wp mean "^ ^gSgj^ wants to know why bald-heaued old men have me stage, we mean """ left off wearing hair. /■;-> 50 STAGE-LAND. —ever has enough of the Stage child. Nobody ever tells the Stage child to "shut up," or to "get out of this." Nobody ever clumps the Stage child over the head. When the real child goes to the theatre it must notice these things, and wish it were a Stage child. The Stage child is much admired by the audience. Its pathos makes them weep; its tragedy thrills them; its declama- tion, as for instance, when it takes the centre of the stage, and says it will kill the wicked man, and the police, and everybody who hurts its mar, stirs them like a trumpet note ; and its light comedy is generally held to be the most truly humorous tiling in the whole range of dramatic art. But there are some people so strangely con- stituted that they do not appreciate the Stage child ; they do not com- prehend its uses ; they do not under- stand its beauties. We should not be angry with them. We should the rather pity them. We ourselves had a friend once who suffered from this misfortune. He was a married man, and Provi- dence had been very gracious, very good to him : he had been blessed with eleven children, and they were all growing "P well and strong. "• The " ba y " was eleven weeks old, and then came the twins, who were getting on for fifteen months, and were cutting their double teeth nicely. The youngest girl was three, and there were five boys aged seven, eight, nine, ten and twelve, respectively — good enough lads, but — well there, boys will be boys, you know ; we were just the same ourselves when we were young. The two eldest were both very pleasant girls, as SAYS IT WILL KILL THE WICKED MAN. THE CHILD. 51 I their mother said, the only pity was that they would quarrel so with each other. We never knew a healthier set of boys and girls. The}- were so full of energy and dash. Our friend was very much out of sorts one evening when we called on him. It was holiday time, and wet weather. He had been at home all day, and so had all the children. He was telling his wife, when we entered the room, that if the holidays were to last much longer and those twms did not hurry up and get their teeth quickly, he should have to go away and join the County Council. He could not stand the racket. • His wife said she could not see what he had to complain of. She was sure better hearted children no man could have. Our friend said he didn't care a damn about their hearts. It was their legs, and arms, and lungs that were driving him crazy. He also said that he would go out with us and get away from it for a bit, or he should go mad. He proposed a theatre, and we accordingly made our way towards the Strand. Our friend, in closing the door behind him, said he could not tell us what a relief it was to get away from those children. He said he loved children very much indeed, but that it was a mistake to have too much of anything, however much you liked it, and that he had come to the conclusion that twenty-two hours a day of them was enough for anyone. He said he did not want to see another child or hear another child until he got home. He wanted to forget that there were such things as children in the world. We got up to the Strand and dropped into the first theatre we came to. The curtain was up, and on the stage was a small child, standing in its nightshirt and screaming for its mother. Our friend looked, said one word and bolted, and we followed. We went a little further, and dropped into another theatre. There, there were two children on the stage. Some grown-up people were standing round them listening, in respectful attitudes, while the children talked. They appeared to be lecturing about something. 52 STAGE-LAND. Again we fled, swearing, and made our way to a third theatre. They were all children there. It was somebody or others Children's Company performing an opera, or pantomime, or something of that sort. Our friend said he would not venture in another theatre. He said he had heard there were places called music halls, and he begged us to take him to one of these, and not to tell his wife. We enquired of a policeman and found that there really were such places, and we took him into one. The first thing we saw were two little boys doing tricks on a horizontal bar. Our friend was about to repeat his customary programme of flying and cursing, but we restrained him. We assured him that he really would see a grown-up person if he waited a bit, so he sat out the boys and also their little sister on a bicycle, and waited for the next item. It turned out to be an infant phenomenon who sang and danced in fourteen different costumes, and we once more fled. Our friend said he could not go home in the state he was then, he felt sure he should kill the twins, if he did. He pondered for a while, and then he thought he would go and hear some music. He said he thought a little music would soothe and ennoble him — make him feel more like a Christian than he did at that precise moment. We were near St. James's Hall, so we went in there. The hall was densely crowded, and we had great difficulty in forcing our way to our seats. We reached them at length, and then turned our eyes towards the orchestra. " The marvellous boy pianist — only ten years old ! " was giving a recital. Then our friend rose and said he thought he would give it up and go home. We asked him if he would like to try any other place of amusement, but he said, " No." He said that, when you came to think of it, it seemed a waste of money for a man with eleven children of his own to go about to places of entertainment now-a-days. !! €U Comic Bo1?et0* THEY aye funny! The comic lovers' mission in life is to serve as a sort of " relief " to the misery, caused the audi- ence by the other characters in the play ; and all that is wanted now is somethinj^ that will be a relief to the comic lovers. They have : ^' hing to do with the play, but they come on immediately after anything very sad has happened, and make love. This is why we watch sad scenes on the stage with such patience. We are not eager for them to be got over. Maybe, they are very uninteresting scenes, as well as sad ones, and they make us yawn ; but we luive no desire to see them hurried through. The longer they take, the better pleased we are : we know that, when they are finished, the com.ic lovers will come on. They are always very rude to one another, the comic lovers. Everybody is more or less rude and insulting to everybody else, on the stage ; they call it repartee, there ! We tried the effect of a little Stage " repartee," once, upon some people in real life, and we wished we hadn't, afterwards. 54 STAGE-LAND. It was too subtle for them. They summonsed us before a magistrate for " using language calculated to cause a breach of the peace." We were fined two pounds, and costs I They are more lenient to " wit and humour " on the stage, and know how to encourage the art of vituperation. But the comic lovers carry the practice almost to excess. They are more than rude, they are abusive. They insult each other from morning to night. "What their married life will be like, we shudder to think ! In the various slanging matches and bullyragging competitions, which form their courtship, it is always the maiden that is most successful. Against her merry flow of invective, and her girlish wealth of offensive personalities, the insolence and abuse of her boyish adorer cannot stand for one moment. To give an idea of how the comic lovers woo, we, perhaps, cannot do better than subjoin the following brief example : — Scene : Main tJwroughfare in populous district of London. Time : Noon. Not a soid to be seen anywhere. Enter comic loveress R., walking in the middle of the road. Enter comic lover l., also walking in the middle of the road. They neither see the other one, until they hump against each other in the centre. Why, Jane ! Who'd a' thought o' meeting you here ! You evidently didn't — stoopid ! Hulloa! got out o' bed the wrong side again. I say, Jane, if you go on like that, you'll never get a man to marry you. She. So I thought, when I engaged myself to you. Oh ! come Jane, don't be hard. Well, one of us must be hard. Yoti're soft enough. Yes, I shouldn't want to marry you, if I weren't. Ha ! ha I ha ! Oh you gibbering idiot {said archly). So glad I am. We shall make a capital match {attempts to kiss her). She {slipping away). Yes, and you'll find I'm a match that can strike {fetches him a violent blow over the side of the head). He. She. He. He. She. He. She. He. THE COMIC LOVERS. 55 He. {holding his jaw — in a literal sense, we mean.) I can't help feeling smitten by her. • She. Yes, I'm a bit of a spanker, aint I ? He. Spanker! / call you a regular stunner. You've nearly made me silly. She {laughing playfully). No, nature did that for you, Joe, long ago. He. Ah, well, you've made me smart enough now. You boss-eyed old cow, you ! She. Cow ! am I ? Ah, I suppose that's what makes me so fond of a calf! You German sausage on legs! You — He. Go along. Your mother brought you up on sour milk. She. Yah! They weaned you on thistles, didn't they ? And so on, with such like badinage do they hang about in the middle of that road, showering de- rision and contumely upon each other for full ten minutes, when, with one culminating burst of mutual abuse, they go off to- gether, fighting ; and the street is left once more, deserted. It is very curious, by-the- bye, how deserted all public M^ CD places become, whenever a v'j ' stage character is about. It THEY BUMP UP AGAINST EACH OTHER, 56 STAGE-LAND. would seem as though ordinary citizens sought to avoid them. We have known a couple of Stage villains to have Waterloo Bridge, Lancaster Place, *%./-«,*?!» THEY GO 01-F TOOKTHER 1-IGHTING. and a bit of the Strand entirely to themselves, for nearly a quarter-of-an- hour on a summer's afternoon, while they plotted a most diabolical outrage. As for Trafalgar Square, the hero always chooses that spot, when he wants to get away from the busy crowd and commune, in solitude, with his own bitter thoughts; and the good old lawyer leaves his office, and goes there to discuss any very delicate business over which he particularly does not wish to be disturbed. And they all make speeches there to an extent sufficient to have turned the hair of the late lamented Sir Charles Warren white with horror. But it is all right, because there is nobody near to hear them. As far as the eye can reach, not a living thing is to be seen. Northumberland Avenue, THE COMIC LOVERS. 57 the Strand, and St. Martin's Lane arc simply a wilderness. The only sifjn of life about is a bus at the top ol Whitehall, and it appears to be blocked. How it has managed to get blocked, we cannot say. It has the whole road to itself; and is, in fact, itself the only traffic for miles round. Yet there it sticks, for hours. The police make no attempt to move it on, and the passengers seem quite contented. The Thames Embankment is an even still more lonesome and desolate part. Wounded (stage) spirits fly from the haunts of men, and, leaving the hard, cold world far, far behind them, go and die in peace on the Thames Embankment. And other wanderers, finding their skeletons afterwards, bury them there, and put up rude crosses over the graves to mark the spot. The comic lovers are often very young ; and, when people on stage are young, they are young. He is supposed to be about sixteen, and she is fifteen. But they both talk as if they were not more than seven. In real life, " boys " of six- teen know a thing or two, we have generally found. The average " boy " of sixteen, now-a-days, usually smokes cavendish, and does a little on v^j the Stock Exchange, or makes a book : and, as for love ! he has quite got over it by that age. On the stage, however, the new born babe is not in it for innocence with the boy lover of sixteen. So, too, with the maiden. Most girls of fifteen, off the stage, so our experience goes, THE COMIC LOVERS ARE OFTEN VERY YOUNG, ,:i 58 STAGE-LAND. know as much as there is any actual necessity for them to know, Mr. Gilbert, notwithstanding; but when we see a young lady of fifteen on the stage, we wonder where her cradle is. The comic lovers do not have the facilities for love making that the hero and heroine do. The hero and heroine have big rooms to make love in, with a fire and plenty of easy chairs, so that they can sit about in picturesque attitudes, and do it comfortably. Or if they want to do it out of doors, they have a ruined abbey, with a big stone seat in the centre, and moonlight. The comic lovers, on the other hand, have to do it, standing up all the time, in busy streets, or in cheerless-looking, and curiously narrow rooms, in which there is no furniture whatever, and no fire. And there is always a trejiiendous row, going on in the house, when the comic lovers are making love. Somebody always seems to be putting up pictures in the next room, and putting them up boisterously, too ; so that the comic lovers have to shout at each other. < i C^e ^ea0anf04 ARE so clean. We have seen peasantry off the stage, and it has presented an untidy — occasionally a disreputable and unwashed ap- pearance ; but the Stage peas- ant seems to spend all his wages on soap and hair oil. They are always round the corner — or rather round the two corners — and they come on in a couple of streams, and meet in the centre ; and, when they are in their proper position, they smile. There is nothing like the Stage peasants' smile in this world — nothing so perfectly inane, so calmly imbecile. They are so happy. They don't look it, but we know they are, because they say so. If you don't believe them, they dance three steps to the right and three steps to the left back again. They can't help it. It is because they are so happy. When they are more than usually rollicking, they stand in a semi-circle, \ ith their hands on each other's shoulders, and sway from side to side h i 60 STAGE-LAND. trying to make themselves sick. But this is only when they are simply bursting with joy. Stage peasants never have any work to do. Sometimes we see them goin^ to work, sometimes coming home from work, but nobody has ever seen them actually at work. They could not afford to work, it would spoil their clothes. They are very sympathetic, are Stage peasants. They never seem to have any affairs of their own to think about, but they make up for this by taking a three hundred horse-power interest in things in which they have no earthly concern. What particularly rouses them is the heroine's love affairs. They could listen to that all day. They yearn to hear what she said to him, and to be told what he replied to her, and they repeat it to each other. In our own love-sicl days, we often used to go and relate to various people all the touching conversations that took place between our lady-love and ourselves ; but oiir friends never seemed to get excited over it. On the contrary, a casual observer might even have been led to the idea that they were bored by our recital. And they had trains to catch, and men to meet, before we had got a quarter through the job. Ah, how often, in those days, have we yearned for the sympathy of a Stage peasantry, who would have crowded round us, eager not to miss one word of the thrilling narrative ; who would have rejoiced with us with an encouraging laugh, and have condoled with us with a grieved "Oh," so LAI-MLY IMBECILf.. THE PEASANTS. 6i in and who would have gone off, when we had had enough of them, singing about it. By the way, this is very beautiful trait in the ciiaracter of the Stage pear,antry, their prompt and unquestioning compliance with the slightest wish of any of the principals. " Leave me, friends," says the heroine, beginning to make preparations for weeping, and, before she can turn round, they are clean gone — one lot to the right, evidently making for the back entrance of the public house, and the other half to the left, where they visibly hide themselves behind the pump, and wait till somebody else wants them. The Stage peasantry do not talk much, their strong point being to listen. When they cannot get any more information about the state of the heroine's heart, they like to be told long and complicated stories about wrongs done years ago to people that they never heard of. They seem to be able to grasp and understand these stories with ease. This makes the audience envious of them. When the Stage peasantry do talk, however, they soon make up for lost time. They start off altogether with a suddenness that nearly knocks you over. They all talk. Nobody listens. Watch any two of them. They are both talking as hard as they can go. They have been listening quite enough to other people : you can't expect them to listen to each other. But the conversation, under s.ich conditions, must be very trying. And then they flirt so sweetly ! so idyllicly ! It has been our privilege to see real peasantry flirt, and it has always struck us as a singularly solid and substantial affair— makes one think, somehow, of a steam roller flirting with a cow — but on the stage it is so sylph-like. She has short skirts, and her stockings are so much tidier and better fitting than these things are in real peasant life ; and she is arch and coy. She turns away from him and laughs — such a silvery laugh. And he is ruddy and curly haired, and has on such a beautiful waist- coat ! how can she help but love him ? And he is so tender and devoted* 62 STAGE-LAND. and holds her by the waist ; and she slips round and comes up the other side. Oh, it is so bewitching. The Stage peasantry like to do their love-making as much in public as possible. Some people fancy a place all to themselves for this sort of thing — where no- body else is about. We ourselves do. But the Stage peasant is more sociably inclined. Give him the village green, just outside the public house, or the square, on market day, to do his spooning in. They are very faithful, are Stage peasants. No jilting, no fickleness, no breach of promise. If the gentleman in pink walks out with the lady in blue in the first act, pink and blue will be married in the end. He sticks to her all through, and she sticks to him. SHli IS ARCH AND COY. THE PEASANTS. 63 Girls in yellow may come and go ; girls in green may laugh and dance ; the gentleman in pink heeds them not. Blue is his colour, and he never leaves it. He stands beside it, he sits beside it. He drinks with her, he smiles vvith her, he laughs with her, he dances with her, he comes on with her, he goes off with her. When the time comes for talking, he talks to her and only her; and she talks to him and only him. Thus there is no jealousy, no quarrelling. But we should prefer an occasional change ourselves. There are no married people in Stage villages, and no children (consequently, of course — happy village, oh, to discover it, and spend a month there ! ) There are just the same number of men as there are women in all Stage villages, and they are all about the same age and each young man loves some young woman. But they never marry. They talk a lot about it, but they never do it. The artful beggars! They see too much what it's like among the principals. The Stage peasant is fond of drinking, and, when he drmks, he likes to let you know he is drinking. None of your quiet half-pint inside the bar for him. He likes to come out in the street and sing about it, and do tricks with it, such as turning it topsy-turvey over his head. HL LIKES TO COME OUT INTO THE STREET AND SING ABOUT IT, 64 STAGE-LAND. But, notwithstanding all this, he is moderate, mind you. You can't say he takes too much. One small jug of -le among forty is his usual allowance. He has a keen sense of humour, and is easily amused. There is something almost pathetic about the way he goes into convulsions of laughter over such very small jokes. How a man like that would enjoy a real joke ! One day he will, perhaps, hear a real joke. Who knows? It will, however, probably kill him. One grows to love the stage peasant after awhile. He is so good, so childlike, so unworldly. He realises one's ideal of Christianity. $ .n't ual is of joy so ;i ! r ■ft. M t^t (B006 (Dtn (man. J HAS lost his wife. But he knows where she is— amone- the angels ! She isn't all gone, because the heroine has her hair. " Ah, you've got your mother's hair," says the good old man, feeling the girl's head all over, as she kneels beside him. Then they all wipe away a tear. The people on the stage think very highly of the good old man, but they don't encourage him much, after the first act. He generally dies in the first act. If he does not seem likely to die, they murder him. He is a most unfortunate old gentleman. Anything he is mixed up in seems bound to go wrong. If he , is manager or director of a bank, smash It goes before even one act is over. His particular firm is always on the verge of bankruptcy. We have only to be told that he has put all his savings into a company-no matter how sound and pro- mismg an affair it may always have been, and may still seem-to know that that company is a *' gone-er." A IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) ^s /a % 1.0 If il- ilM I.I uu 32 1^ III 2.2 12.0 1.8 1.25 1.4 1.6 ^ 6" ► m ^ A i(utilii, j HE is a 'cute one, he is. Possibly, in real life, he would not be deemed any- thing extraordinary ; but, by contrast with the average of Stage men and women, any one who is not a born fool, naturally appears somewhat Machiavelian. He is the only man, in the play, who does not swallow all the villain tells him and believe it, and come up with his mouth open for more. He is the only man who can see through the disguise of an overcoat and a new hat. There is something very wonderful about the d'sguising power of cloaks and hats upon the stage. This comes from the habit people on the stage have of recognising their friends, not by their faces and voices, but by their cloaks and hats. A married man, on the stage, knows his wife, because he knows she wears a blue ulster and a red bonnet. The moment she leaves off that blue ulster and red bonnet, he is lost, and does not know where she is. She puts on a yellow cloak and a green hat, and, coming in at another door, says she is a lady from the country, and does he want a housekeeper ? Having lost his beloved wife, and, feeling that there is no one now to keep the children quiet, he engages her. She puzzles him a good deal, this new housekeeper. There is something about her that strangely reminds him of his darling Nell, may be, her boots and dress, which she has not had time to change. 71 74 STAGE-LAND. Sadly the slow acts pass away until ons day, as it is getting near closing time, she puts on the blue ulster and the red bonnet again, and comes in at the old, original door. Then he recognises her, and asks her where she has been all these cruel years ! Even the bad people, who, as a rule, do possess a little sense — indeed, they are the only per- sons, in the play, who ever pretend to any — are deceived by singularly thin disguises. The detec- tive comes in to their secret councils, with his hat drawn down over his eyes, and, fol- lowed by the hero, speaking in a squeaky voice ; and the villains mistake them for mem- HE IS THE ONLY MAN IN THE PLAY WHO CAN SEE THROUGH THE DISGUISE OF AN OVERCOAT AND A NEW HAT. hers of the band, and tell them all their plans. If the villains can't get themselves found out that way, then they go into a public tea-garden, and recount their crimes to one another in a loud tone of voice. THE DETECTIVE. )Sing les in cruel leople, lossess ense — ley are i per- il the lo ever to any leceived 5ularly jguises. 1 detec- tnes in secret with drawn 3ver his ind, fol- by the speaking squeaky and the mistake or mem- they go Iher in a 75 They evidently think that it is only fair to give the detective a chance. The detective must not be confounded with the policeman. The Stage policeman is always on the side of the villain ; the detective backs virtue. The Stage detective is, in fact, the earthly agent of a discerning and benevolent Providence. He stands by, and allows vice to be triumphant RECOUNT THEIR CRIMES TO ONE ANOTHER IN A LOUD TONE OF VOICE. and the good people to be persecuted, for a while, without interference. Then when he considers that we have all had about enough of it (to which conclusion, by-the-bye, he arrives somewhat late), he comes forward, handcuffs the bad people, sorts out and gives back to the good people all their various estates and wives, promises the chief villain twenty years' penal servitude, and all is joy. :ii ■\ I t^t ^aifot. DOES suffer so with his trousers. He has to stop and pull them up about twice every minute. One of these days, if he is not careful, there will be an accident happen to those trousers. If the Stage sailor will follow our advice, he will be warned in time, and will get a pair of braces. Sailors, in real life, do not have nearly so much trouble with their trousers as sailors on the stage do. Why is this ? We have seen a good deal of sailors in real life, but, on only one occasion, that we can remember, did we ever see a real sailor pull his trousers up. And then he did not do it a bit like they do it on the stage. The Stage sailor places his right hand behind him and his left in front, leaps up into the air, kicks out his leg behind in a gay and bird- like way, and the thing is done. The real sailor that we saw, began by saying a bad word. Then he leant up against a brick wall and undid his belt, pulled up his " bags," as he stood there, (he never attempted to leap up into the air,) tucked in his jersey, shook his legs, and walked on. 78 STA(jE-LAND. It was a most unpicturesque performance to watch. The thing that the Stage sailor most craves in this life is that somebody should shiver his timbers. ** Shiver my timbers ! " is the request be makes to everyone he meets. But nobody ever does it. His chief desire with regard to the other people in the play is that they should " belay there, avast ! " We do not know how this is done ; but the Stage sailor is a good and kindly man, and we feel convinced he would not recommend the exercise if it were not con- ducive to piety and health. The Stage sailor is good to his mother, and dances the hornpipe beautifully. We have never found a real sailor who could dance a hornpipe, though we have made extensive enquiries throughout the profession. We were introduced to a ship's steward, who offered , \ to do us a cellar-flap for a >'• pot of four-half; but that was not what we wanted. The Stage sailor is gay and rollicking ; the real sailors, we have met, have been, some of them, the most worthy and single- minded of men, but they have appeared sedate rather than gay, and they hav'n't rollicked much. DANCES THE HORNPIPE BEAUTIFULLY. THE JAILOR. 79 ich. The Stage sailor seems to have an easy time of it, when at sea. The hardest work we have ever seen him do then has been folding up a rope or dusting the sides of the ship. But it is only in his very busy moments that he has to work to this extent ; most of his time is occupied in chatting with the captain. By the way, speaking of the sea, few things are more remarkable in their behaviour than a Stage sea. It must be difficult to navigate in a Stage sea, the currents are so confusing. As for the waves, there is no knowing how to steer for them ; they are so tricky. At one moment they are all on the larboard, the sea on the other side of the vessel being perf'ictly calm, and, the next instant, they have crossed over, and are all on the starboard, and, before the captain can think how to meet this new dodge, the whole ocean has slid round and got itself up into a heap at the back of him. Seamanship is useless against such very unprofessional conduct as this, and the vessel is wrecked, A wreck at (Stage) sea is a truly awful sight. The thunder and lightning never leave off for an instant ; the crew run round and round the mast and scream ; the heroine, carrying the Stage child in her arms, and with her back hair down, rushes about and gets in everybody's way. The comic man alone is calm ! The next instant, the bulwarks fall down flat on the deck, and the mast goes straight up into the sky and disappears ; then, the water reaches the powder magazine, and there is a terrific explosion. This is followed by a sound as of linen sheets being ripped up, and the passengers and crew hurry downstairs into the cabin, evidently with the idea of getting out of the way of the sea, which has climbed up, and is now level with the deck. The next moment, the vessel separates in the middle, and goes off R. and L., so as to make room for a small boat containing the heroine, the child, the comic man, and one sailor. The way small boats are managed at (Stage) sea is even more, wonderful than the way in which ships are sailed. .-7 8o STAGE-LAND. To begin with, everybody sits sideways along the middle of the boat, all facing the starboard. They do not attempt to row. One man does all the work with one scull. This scull he puts down through the water till it touches the bed of the ocean, and then he shoves. " Deep sea punting " would be the technical term for the method, we presume. In this way do they toil — or rather, to speak correctly, does the one man toil — through the awful night, until with joy they see before them the light- house rocks. The lighthouse keeper comes out with a lantern. The boat is run in among the breakers, and all are saved ! And then the band plays. ?^, ^^'^^"^^^^^r^^ T. Brettell & Co. Printers, 51, Rupert Street, Haymarket W. ^O at, all ill the till it ithod, I man light- run in