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- LIFE: Al spirit, it might be said that Mrs. Langtry does not think nor feel ; she has only slight physical sensations and superficial impulses. But one’s heart does not always speak in the face and Mrs. Langtry may have a vigorous heart. It would be strange if her experience upon the stage had been wasted altogether. She has gained something in manner. She was restless and awkward. She is now reposeful and often graceful. In rapid action she is still school-girlish. She is, for the most part, a very school- girlish actress. She can exhibit the dignity and composure of a lady ; but she does not exhibit by any chance the force and the depth of a woman. Amid the passions of dramatic situations, she is painfully unreal. She utters words as though they were mere sounds; she is often earnest: and well-meaning where it seems impossible for her not to show feeling ; yet the feeling is a very pallid flicker. On the other hand, Mrs. Langtry has charms and beauty, and a pretty woman is a godsend in this tough world. Therefore, let us be grateful and open our eyes— especially when this actress who is not an actresss, adorns herself in gorgeous millinery and transforms herself into a theatrical bird of paradise, Mr. George Riddle—who is a young and good-looking Cam- bridge man, socially porular, and brilliant as an interpreter of great literature—began his course of readings last Wednesday at the Madison Club Theatre. Mr. Boyesen’s play, which is to be produced within this month at the Madison Square Theatre, will be called ‘‘ The Two Alpine Roses.” This is linked sweetness long drawn out. Alberg has already given us ‘‘ The Two Roses.” The cheerful news is disseminated that our esteemed contem- porary, Mr. Charles A. Dana, has written a tragedy, which will be produced by Mr. Thomas Keene. Mr. Dana's light shines for us all, and,in any shape that it is vouschafed to us, we are grateful for it. We shall be on the lookout for Mr. Dana’s latest and most brilliant editorial on Thermopyle. We trust that it will not be necessary to paraphrase Joseph—Bulwer’s Joseph—and s: ‘* Strange that so great a journalist should be so poor a poet.” Meanwhile, Mr. Dana ought not to pretend that Mr. Henry Watterson wrote that tragedy. Mr. Watterson has his own tragedy to take care of—a certain Democratic Party. G. E. M. RENDER: VNTO SCI§SOR$ THOSE THIHGS WHICH ARE SCISSORS - SUPAVL TO THE FENIANS- IV, 44. LOOKING AT COMETS. 6 WVHAT makes you so late to-night ?” asked a wife of her hus- band. ‘You promised me you would be home at 10 o'clock.” ““T've been (hic) lookin’ at the comets,” he replied. “Comets ? there is but one comet visible to the naked eye.” “Yesh, but one comet vishible to er-naked eye (hic), but yer.see T had the aid of er-powerful glassh and could see two of ’em.’—Phila- aelphia Call, “Yes, sir,” said the detective, ‘I'll look up his character. By the way, do you wish to ascertain that he’s a nice or a bad person? I always like to please my customers”.—Boston Post. Ir’s all right, gentlemen, for you to think that your wives are angels, but isn’t it rather incongruous for angels to carry in the coal and build the fires ?—Merchant Traveler. WE have about ceased to play on the name of that racy paper, Lire, but our stock of approving adjectives is still quite large and is drawn upon weekly as LIFEis continued.—Chicago Standard. Cara playfully tapped Augustus on the head as if knocking at the door, “Come in,” said Augustus, facetiously. “ Thanks, dear,” said Clara. ‘I don't like to go into an empty room, it’s so cheerless and lonesome like, you know."—serchant Traveler. Tue New York Lire has the air of an assured success ; any way, itis such literally and artistically. There are other successes in some- thing the same line ; but that does not interfere with LIFE, because it seems to be a venture peculiar to itself—its art is its own, and its tone and humor are its own. Its humor of pen and pencil has a quiet in- cision that we do not see elsewhere. At first we thought some of its drawings were a little Du Maurierish ; but that impression is wearing off, and LiFe’s satirists in black and white are developing independent merits of the highest order. Lire is a good paper of its class to take regularly at one’s house.—Cveveland Plaindealer, EARLY IN THE NEW YEAR Messrs. Henry Holt & Co. will begin the issue of their AMERICAN NOVEL SERIES. Write for Particulars. Subscriptions and advertisementsreceived for Lire and other first-class publications, Low rates given. C. M. CANTY, Room 3, 186 DEVONSHIRE ST., Boston, Mass., U. S. A. Sour Cavanagh, Sanford & Co., | sweetened. 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