His Great Quack," produced in 1866 at the St. James' Theatre. It met with a success that was shared by his next effort, a burlesque on “La Figlia del Reggimento." Then followed “The Merry Zingara," and next a burlesque on "Robert the Devil." first comedy was "An Old Score," which, however, was only moderately successful, but his parody of the Laureate's "Princess," afterwards to be treated in a different way in the “Princess Ida," made a hit. This parody was intended, in Mr. Gilbert's own words, to be "a blank verse burlesque, in which a picturesque story should be told in a strain of mock-heroic seriousness," a vein from which he has not greatly departed in many of his other productions. "The Palace of Truth," and the charming, mythological comedy, Pygmalion and Galatea," the fairy comedy, "The Wicked World," "Charity," "Randall's Thumb," "On Guard," "Great Expectations," "Dan'l Druce," "Engaged," that pretty little dramatic contrast, "Sweethearts," "Broken Hearts," "Tom Cobb," "Gretchen," "The Ne'er do Weel," "Foggarty's Fairy," these are among the many pieces with which Mr. Gilbert has supplied the stage. He has been a prolific writer in other directions. His "Bab Ballads " first appeared in fun, which was started in 1861, by the late Mr. H. J. Byron. "With much labor," Mr. Gilbert turned out an article threequarters of a column long, and sent it to the editor with a half-page drawing on wood, with the result that he was asked to contribute a column of "copy" and a half-page drawing every week for the term of his natural life. The request staggered him, as he thought he had exhausted himself. The same feeling of absolute exhaustion has, he says, recurred to him whenever he has completed a drama, comedy, or operatic libretto, but he has learned to recognize it as a mere bogey. Mr. Gilbert, who was born on November 18th, 1836, at 17 Southampton Street, Strand, was educated at Great Ealing and at King's College. When he was nineteen years old, the Crimean War was at its height, and he meditated joining the army, but, as the war came suddenly to an end, that idea was abandoned. Then he obtained a clerkship in the education department of the Privy Council Office; afterwards became a barrister, in which capacity he confesses that his main distinction was a certain want of eloquence, and at length gave himself up entirely to literature and the stage. It was a gain all round. Had events run their course, he might have become a judge, or at least a general; but there are many generals and many judges; there is only one Gilbert, and only one "Pinafore." J. N. THE YARN OF THE NANCY BELL. 'Twas on the shores that round our coast His hair was weedy, his beard was long, "Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold, And he shook his fists and he tore his hair, Till I really felt afraid, For I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking, And so I simply said: “Oh, elderly man, it's little I know Of the duties of men of the sea, And I'll eat my hand if I understand However you can be "At once a cook, and a captain bold, Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which And having got rid of a thumping quid, "Twas in the good ship Nancy Bell That we sailed to the Indian Sea, And there on a reef we came to grief, Which has often occurred to me. "And pretty nigh all the crew was drowned (There was seventy-seven o' soul,) And only ten of the Nancy's men Said 'Here!' to the muster-roll. "There was me and the cook and the captain bold, "For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink, So we drawed a lot, and, accordin' shot A lover came riding by awhile, A wealthy lover was he, whose smile Some maid would value greatlyA formal lover, who bowed and bent, With many a high-flown compliment, And cold demeanor stately. "You've still," said she to her suitor stern, "The 'prentice-work of your craft to learn, If thus you come a-cooing. I've time to lose and power to choose 'Tis not so much the gallant who woos, As the gallant's way of wooing." A second lover came ambling by A timid lad with frightened eye And a color mantling highly. He muttered the errand on which he'd come I've time to lose and power to choose; A third rode up at a startling pace- No doubts appeared to bind him. He kissed her lips and he pressed her waist, And off he rode with the maiden placed On a pillion safe behind him. And she heard the suitor bold confide "With pretty young maidens who can choose, SING FOR THE GARISH EYE. SING for the garish eye, And the braddled sapster sing. For never, and never again, Will the tottering beechlings play, For bratticed wrackers are singing aloud, And the throngers croon in May. The wracking globe unstrung, Of a day that knows no night; Diving away in the crowd Of sparkling frets in spray, The bratticed wrackers are singing aloud, And the throngers croon in May. Hasten, O hapful blue, Blue, of the shimmering brow, Hasten the deed to do That shall roddle the welkin now; For never again shall a cloud Out-tribble the babbling day, When bratticed wrackers are singing aloud, And the throngers croon in May. IN FLORENCE V. BRITTINGHAM. The N the beautiful and picturesque valley of the South Branch of the Potomac, in the little town of Moorefield, W. Va., on the 15th of November, 1856, there came into the home of Philip G. and Susan M. Shearer, a dear baby daughter, whose tiny frame seemed almost too diminutive and frail to hold the beautiful soul that was to find a dwelling place within it for nearly thirty-five years. home influence and the surroundings of Florence Virginia Shearer's early years were of a nature well calculated to develop all her innate gifts and graces. From both parents she inherited sterling qualities and superior mental ability. Her father, born in the town of Winchester, Va., is of well-connected German and English stock, as is his wife, Susan M. Harness, who was born near Moorefield. There is little to record of Mrs. Brittingham's childhood until at the age of fourteen, she became a pupil in Mrs. Letitia Tyler Semple's school, Baltimore, Md. Here she remained three years, when, having finished the course with high honors, she returned to her valley home. The work of selfimprovement, however, was kept up through all her future life. Her love of learning was an unquenchable thirst and her energy in the pursuit of knowledge was a marvel to those who knew how much she accomplished in her quiet, unostentatious way. When in 1882 she became the happy wife of one in every way fitted to win her wifely devotion, the Rev. Jacob Brittingham, her life became one of almost entire consecration to Christian work. After a year of married life spent in Parkersburg, W. Va. Mr. Brittingham accepted a call to Christ Church Clarksburg, W. Va., and here for six years Mrs. Brittingham labored faithfully at the many things which her busy hands found to do. Her literary work, which she quietly carried on during this period, was her avocation-her recreation; but that she could find time for it at all would seem surprising in view of the fact that in addition to the care of her home and infant son, she had charge of the choir, for which she was organist, and conducted an afternoon Bible class every Sunday, worked in the mission school, taught classes in French and Literature, and was always ready to go wherever there was anything to be done for another's welfare. Some of her poems and short stories written at that time were published in different papers and periodicals, but the greater number have been published by her husband, since her death, in the volume entitled "Verse and Story" (Buffalo, 1892). Mrs. Brittingham's death occurred April 26, 1891, at St. Luke's rectory, Wheeling, W. Va., to which place Mr. Brittingham had moved in 1889. N. E. |