(struggling with his visionary opponents and breaking from them, and drawing his wooden sword) "By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me! I say, away! Go on, I'll follow thee;" Joshua experienced a thrill of emotion that only the representation of true passion could have excited. As the man uttered the last words, Joshua heard a shuddering sigh close to him. Turning his head, he saw Susan, whose face was a perfect encyclopædia of wondering and terrified admiration. "Who is he following, Joshua?" she asked in a whisper, clutching him by the sleeve. "The Ghost! Hush!" "The Ghost!" (with a violent shudder.) "Where?" Joshua pressed her hand, and warned her to be silent, so as not to disturb the man. Susan held his hand tightly in hers, and obeyed. The Ghost that the actor saw in his mind's eye was standing behind Susan. The man advanced a step in that direction, and stood with outstretched sword, gazing at the airy nothing. Susan trembled in every limb as the man glared over her shoulder, and she was frightened to move her head, lest she should see the awful vision whose presence was palpable to her senses. The man had commenced the platform-scene, where Hamlet says, "Speak; I'll go no further;" and the Ghost says, "Mark me!" when a tumult took place. At the words, "Mark me!" a vicious boy picked up a piece of mud, and threw it at the man's face, with the words, "Now you're marked;" at which several of the boys and girls laughed and clapped their hands. The actor made no answer, but, seizing the boy by the shoulder held him fast and proceeded with the scene. The boy tried to wriggle himself away, but at every fresh attempt the man's grasp tightened, until, thoroughly desperate, the boy broke into open rebellion. _Actor_. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once despatched. _Boy_ (_struggling violently_). Just you let me go, will you? _Actor_. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousel'd, disappointed, unaneal'd. _Boy_ (_beginning to cry_). Come now, let me go will you? You're a hurting of me! Let me go you--(_bad words_). _Actor_ (_calm and indifferent_). No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. _A girl's voice_. Pinch him, Billy! _A boy's voice_. Kick him, Billy! Billy did both, but the actor continued. _Actor_. Oh, horrible! Oh, horrible! Most horrible! _Billy_. Throw a stone at him, some one! _Actor_ (_sublimely unconscious_). If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not.