into those tiers so thronged and so hushed. Deeply did I feel myself privileged in having a place before that stage; I longed to see a being of whose powers I had heard reports which made me conceive peculiar anticipations. I wondered if she would justify her renown: with strange curiosity, with feelings severe and austere, yet of riveted interest, I waited. She was a study of such nature as had not encountered my eyes yet; a great and new planet she was, but in what shape? I waited her rising.
She rose at nine that December night: above the horizon I saw her come. She could shine yet with pale grandeur and steady might, but that star verged already on its judgment-day. Seen near, it was a chaos—hollow, half-consumed—an orb perished or perishing—half lava, half glow.
I had heard this woman termed "plain", and I expected bony harshness and grimness—something large, angular, sallow. What I saw was the shadow of a royal Vashti; a queen fair as the day once, turned pale now like twilight, and wasted like wax in flame.
For awhile—a long while—I thought it was only a woman, though an unique woman, that moved in might and grace before this multitude. By-and-by I recognized my mistake. Behold! I found upon her something neither of woman nor of man; in each of her eyes sat a devil. These evil forces bore her through the tragedy, kept up her feeble strength—for she was but a frail creature—and as the action rose and the stir deepened, how wildly they shook her with their passions of the pit! They wrote HELL on her straight, haughty brow. They tuned her voice to the note of torment. They writhed her regal face to a demoniac mask. Hate and Murder, and Madness incarnate she stood.
It was a marvellous sight, a mighty revelation.
It was a spectacle low, horrible, immoral.
Swordsmen thrust through, and dying in their blood on the arena sand. Bulls goring horses, disembowelled, make a weaker vision for the public—a milder condiment for a people's palate, than Vashti torn by seven devils—devils which cried sore and rent the tenement they haunted, but still refused to be exorcised.
Suffering had struck that stage empress, and she stood before her audience neither yielding to, nor enduring, nor in
