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as set forth in the play-book, proved to be not worthy of the

scenes and characters: what fable would not? Such passages as:



"Scene 6. The Hermitage. Night set scene. Place back of scene 1,

No. 2, at back of stage and hermitage, Fig. 2, out of set piece, R.



H. in a slanting direction" - such passages, I say, though very

practical, are hardly to be called good reading. Indeed, as



literature, these dramas did not much appeal to me. I forget the

very outline of the plots. Of THE BLIND BOY, beyond the fact that



he was a most injured prince and once, I think, abducted, I know

nothing. And THE OLD OAK CHEST, what was it all about? that



proscript (1st dress), that prodigious number of banditti, that old

woman with the broom, and the magnificent kitchen in the third act



(was it in the third?) - they are all fallen in a deliquium, swim

faintly in my brain, and mix and vanish.



I cannot deny that joy attended the illumination; nor can I quite

forget that child who, wilfully foregoing pleasure, stoops to



"twopence coloured." With crimson lake (hark to the sound of it -

crimson lake! - the horns of elf-land are not richer on the ear) -



with crimson lake and Prussian blue a certain purple is to be

compounded which, for cloaks especially, Titian could not equal.



The latter colour with gamboge, a hated name although an exquisite

pigment, supplied a green of such a savoury greenness that to-day



my heart regrets it. Nor can I recall without a tender weakness

the very aspect of the water where I dipped my brush. Yes, there



was pleasure in the painting. But when all was painted, it is

needless to deny it, all was spoiled. You might, indeed, set up a



scene or two to look at; but to cut the figures out was simply

sacrilege; nor could any child twice court the tedium, the worry,



and the long-drawn disenchantment of an actualperformance. Two

days after the purchase the honey had been sucked. Parents used to



complain; they thought I wearied of my play. It was not so: no

more than a person can be said to have wearied of his dinner when



he leaves the bones and dishes; I had got the marrow of it and said

grace.



Then was the time to turn to the back of the play-book and to study

that enticing double file of names, where poetry, for the true



child of Skelt, reigned happy and glorious like her Majesty the

Queen. Much as I have travelled in these realms of gold, I have



yet seen, upon that map or abstract, names of El Dorados that still

haunt the ear of memory, and are still but names. THE FLOATING



BEACON - why was that denied me? or THE WRECK ASHORE? SIXTEEN-

STRING JACK whom I did not even guess to be a highwayman, troubled



me awake and haunted my slumbers; and there is one sequence of

three from that enchanted calender that I still at times recall,



like a loved verse of poetry: LODOISKA, SILVER PALACE, ECHO OF

WESTMINSTER BRIDGE. Names, bare names, are surely more to children



than we poor, grown-up, obliterated fools remember.

The name of Skelt itself has always seemed a part and parcel of the



charm of his productions. It may be different with the rose, but

the attraction of this paper drama sensibly declined when Webb had



crept into the rubric: a poor cuckoo, flaunting in Skelt's nest.

And now we have reached Pollock, sounding deeper gulfs. Indeed,



this name of Skelt appears so stagey and piratic, that I will adopt

it boldly to design these qualities. Skeltery, then, is a quality



of much art. It is even to be found, with reverence be it said,

among the works of nature. The stagey is its generic name; but it



is an old, insular, home-bred staginess; not French, domestically

British; not of to-day, but smacking of O. Smith, Fitzball, and the



great age of melodrama: a peculiarfragrance haunting it; uttering

its unimportant message in a tone of voice that has the charm of



fresh antiquity. I will not insist upon the art of Skelt's

purveyors. These wonderful characters that once so thrilled our



soul with their bold attitude, array of deadly engines and

incomparable costume, to-day look somewhat pallidly; the extreme






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