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He resumes the part with greater This story requires but small success than ever, even though he comment, for it surely condemns is apparently dying of a heart itself to any well-balanced Chriscomplaint, and has no more de- tian mind? Only a hysterical, sire to live.

half-crazy woman could have acted The Prince meanwhile, having as does Countess Wildenau ; and recognised the real value of this the story is one which could only man whom Countess Wildenau have been conceived by a diseased, had so lightly thrown overboard overwrought, though undoubtedly for his sake, grows perceptibly powerful imagination. colder towards this too obliging Nor are the faults we have Magdalena ; and she herself, smit- pointed out Madame Hillern's ten by remorse, hastens to Am- only transgressions against relimergau, where, present at the gious and ästhetic feeling, for Passion Play, she is seen and re- we cannot speak too strongly of cognised by her forsaken husband. the singular want of tact and good It is the scene where Christ, bowed taste in selecting living persons down beneath the weight of His for the actors of her tale. The cross, falls swooning. But his figures of the novel are all porfaint is no simulated one this traits of Ober-Ammergau nativestime; and while the other actors strangely distorted, it is true, yet are endeavouring to restore him easily recognisable because of their to life, a pale beautiful woman minutely described physical indiforces her way on to the stage, vidualities and scarcely altered and falling on her knees by Joseph names. Thus Thomas Redner of Freyer's side, proudly proclaims the novel stands for Thomas to assembled audience that Rendl, Ludwig Gross for Ludwig she has a right to be here, for she Lang, Joseph Freyer for Joseph is his wife !

Mayr; and as for Countess WilOn hearing these words Freyer denau ...? Half proudly, half reopens

his

eyes, and consents to bashfully, Madame Hillern has live; nay, more, he consents to admitted the soft impeachment, take back to his heart this weary acknowledging herself to be idendove, who, in our opinion, has tical (platonically, of course) with conducted herself

like the heroine of her novel! bird of the hawk or vulture

She is welcome to do so, and no species.

one has any business to object if Casting aside her proud title and she cares to assume the repulsive her fortune, and as Madame Freyer, part of the weary dove; but has the contented wife of a poor wood- she the right, we ask, thus to drag carver, Magdalena finds peace and down the Ammergau Passion Play happiness for ten whole years. into the mire? to brand with Then the Passion-Play year comes ignominious publicity the reputaround again once more, and for tion of a perfectly blameless inthe third and last time Joseph dividual ? Freyer enacts the Saviour's part. The life--past and present-of And when at the final representa- Joseph Mayr, whose name as the tion he is taken down lifeless from noble and worthy enacter of the the cross, the husband of Magda- Saviour's part in the Ober-Amlena awakens no more. On the mergau Passion Play has acquired third day he is carried to the a European fame, is a perfectly grave.

stainless one.

A happy husband

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since 1868, and the father of four With His form I have taken His cross children, he has never acted the upon myself. Since then my youth part of Freyer to any Countess has vanished, and a thread of pain Wildenau, and none of his friends,

runs through my whole life.” none of the habitués of Ammergau, To the real Joseph Mayr this will be in danger of taking him sickly rubbish would be utterly for the hero of this novel. But incomprehensible; and we can only the case is widely different with advise whosoever is anxious to regard to the outer public, and learn what the Ammergau peashundreds of people who read the ants are really like to avoid Mawork way jump to a different con- dame Hillern's book, and turn clusion. It is for the sake of instead to a small volume entitled these, therefore, that we have “Der Christus Mayr,' by W. Wyl,1 thought necessary to notice at all whose lucid, terse, and racy style this work, which otherwise had contrasts refreshingly with Mafar better be consigned to oblivion, dame Hillern's bombastic periods despite the undoubted talent and and stilted sentimentality. Inticonsiderable dramatic power with mately acquainted with the life which many parts of it are writ- of Ober - Ammergau for many ten. It is curious, though, that years, Herr Wyl has interviewed such an evidently intelligent and Madame Hillern, and formed his well-educated woman, who has, own conclusions as to the authormoreover, resided for many years ess and her work.

He tells us, at Ammergau, should possess so too, that the Ammergau peasants little comprehension of the speech are justly incensed against the and thoughts of the class she de- lady because of this novel, and scribes. Her peasants are one and that the breach has been still furall finished gentlemen and ladies : ther widened by her abortive atnot only do they know mythology, tempt last summer to assume the but they quote Heine, and talk direction of the Passion Play, and quite glibly about materialism and revise both text and music. the principle of negation. Equally To all reade who, despite our unnatural and

overstrained

is warning, have been sufficiently Freyer's definition of his part in imprudent to incur a moral and the Passion Play.

religious indigestion by perusal of

the novel “Am Kreuz,' we strongthink ?” he asks the ly recommend Herr Wyl's little Countess “do

you
think that I

book by way of antidote. It acts have only learnt the words by rote ? or do you believe that I have been

like a sharp invigorating tonic able to act the Redeemer's part with

after a draught of sweet sickly out making His sufferings my own ? poison.

“Do you

1 Der Christus Mayr, Neue Studien aus Ober-Ammergau : von W. Wyl. Berlin: Z. Fontane. 1890.

THE BUSSEX RHINE.

(SEDGEMOOR.) The night before, at Bridgewater

King Monmouth's army lay,
And many friends were there with me,
Unseen since that sad day.

Deep they lay
In the clay

Of the Bussex Rhine.
The Lord our God defendeth thee,

His kingdom shall be thine. Lay stoutly on, and praise the Lord,

Beside the Bussex Rhine.

Elijah Alford, Praise God Trump,

John Spiller, Seek-truth Pope,
And worthy Nahum Barrett, who
Spake words of pious hope.

Thus he cried
By the side

Of the Bussex RhineThe Lord our God defendeth thee,

His kingdom shall be thine.
Lay stoutly on, and praise the Lord,

Beside the Bussex Rhine.

All silently our army marched

Before the daylight came.
We five together, side by side,
Called softly on His Name,

And drew sword
For the Lord

On the Bussex Rhine.
The Lord our God defendeth thee,

llis kingdom shall be thine. Lay stortly on, and praise the Lord,

Beside the Bussex Rhine.

Yea, verily, the men of blood

Encompassed us about,
But still the sword of Gideon found
The sons of Belial out:

Fierce the fray
On that day,

By the Bussex Rhine.
The Lord our God defendeth thee,

Ilis kingdom shall be thine. Lay stoutly on, and praise the Lord,

Beside the Bussex Rhine.

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"Praise God !” cried Trump, shot through the heart,

And fell upon his face.
“ Praise God !” we cried, and closed again
To fill the vacant place.

“Well hast thou
Found him now

By the Bussex Rhine!
The Lord our God defendeth thee,

IIis kingdom shall be thine.
Lay stoutly on, and praise the Lord,

Beside the Bussex Rhine !

Another charge—another gap

Elijah Alford stout
Went up, like him of old in fire,

As with a joyous shout

Fight !” he cried, " True and tried,

By the Bussex Rhine !
The Lord our God defendeth thee,

His kingdom shall be thine.
Lay stoutly on, and praise the Lord,

Beside the Bussex Rhine !"

And then we three were swept away :

I saw John Spiller die,
And worthy Nahum Barrett's head
Among the corpses lie.

Side by side
There they died,

By the Bussex Rhine.
The Lord our God defendeth thee,

His kingdom shall be thine.
Lay stoutly on, and praise the Lord,

Beside the Bussex Rhine!

They dragged me wounded to the Judge ;

He howled me off to death.
I go to follow four brave men,
And with my latest breath

Will I sing
Of our ring

By the Bussex RhineThe Lord our God defendeth thee,

Ilis kingdom shall be thine.
Lay stoutly on, and praise the Lord,

Beside the Bussex Rhine!

Our blood hath sunk into the ground,

A goodly crop to give,
For those who died are with the Lord,
As well as those who live.

Not in vain
Are we slain

By the Bussex Rhine.
The Lord our God defendeth thee,

His kingdom shall be thine.
Lay stoutly on, and praise the Lord,
Beside the Bussex Rhine.

DAVID BEAMES.

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