always on his hind legs, making courteous

little bows and turning out his toes like a gallant marquis of the ancien régime; nothing was lacking but the plumed opera-*hat under the arm.

Except for these occasional interludes Zamore's character was as splenetic as that of other comic actors, and he took no share whatever in the ordinary life of the house. He never stirred except when he saw his master take his hat and cane, and he died finally of brain fever, caused, as we supposed, by the over-exertion and excitement of learning the Schottische, which just then came into fashion. From his grave Zamore might say, like the Greek dancer in the epitaph, "Lie on me lightly, earth, for I have very lightly weighed on thee."

Some may ask why, with such remarkable talents, Zamore was not engaged as one of the troupe of M. Corvi. Even then we had sufficient influence as a critic