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Shakespeare is fit for something better than writing tragedies'? The case of farce, and its wilder embodiment in harlequinade, is especially important.

They had knocked my tragedy into harlequinade as easily as you might bash in a hat; and my enemy had refined the cruelty of it by coming to the rescue and ironically restarting the poor play on lines of comedy. I saw too late that I ought to have refused his help, to have assaulted the constable and been hauled to the police-station.

"Will this satisfy thee?" inquired the Jinnee, as his green turban and flowing robes suddenly resolved themselves into the conventional chimney-pot hat, frock-coat, and trousers of modern civilisation. He bore a painful resemblance in them to the kind of elderly gentleman who comes on in the harlequinade to be bonneted by the clown; but Horace was in no mood to be critical just then.

Then he laughed, holding his little sides with huge hands. "Imbecile!" he added, and, turning, trotted away towards the Rock of Red Pigeons. She threw herself, face forward, in the dusty needles of the pines. When she rose from her humiliation, her face was as one who has seen the rags of harlequinade stripped from that mummer Life, leaving only naked being.

Fitzgerald very graphically describes the Transformation scene of later days, and now becoming nearly as obsolete as the Harlequinade. All will recall in some elaborate transformation scene how quietly and gradually it is evoked.

Bring back by some new attraction the wavering ones, and turn the tide of custom in the direction of our very particular friend Mr. Graves. "'Have you thought of a name for it? "'No. "'How would Ambrosia do? suggested one. "'Not at all, replied old Adams. 'It aint the thing to catch gulls now-a-days. And more than that, it isn't something new. "'What do you think of Harlequinade?

The "cab-horse" is a monumental exaggeration; but it is true that some chiropodists use as a sign a foot of colossal proportions the size of a small sheep, let us say, if we must adopt a zoological standard. So far good; but the implication that the streets of New York swarm, like a scene in a harlequinade, with similarly Brobdingnagian signs is quite unfounded. Mr.

The scene passed in a minute. The clown and pantaloon came on, and presently Sir Harry saw Taffy's shoulders shaking, and set it down to laughter at the harlequinade. He could not see the child's face.

"Oh, yes, very much at home," he answered her, with just a touch of bitterness. "Perhaps it is easy to be at home in harlequinade though you may not quite like it." And then once more he refused to talk of the theatre. "I am going to send old Robert some tobacco at Christmas," said he. "I heard of what you did already in that way," she said, smiling.

The fishmonger extricated himself, and the two began to pelt each other with herrings, while the children screamed with laughter. . . . It was a famous harlequinade; and, as usual, it concluded the entertainment. For after a harlequinade, what can stand between a child and happy dreams? especially if he go to them with his arms full of Christmas presents.