But mildness, however majestic, is not always effective in periods of civic commotion. The room was animated by hubbub. You caught broken sentences here and there crossing each other, like the sounds that had been frozen in the air, and set free by a thaw, according to the veracious narrative of Baron Munchausen. PLAYHOUSE PROPRIETOR.--"The theatre is the--" SERIOUS GENTLEMAN.--"Plausible snare by which a population, at present grave and well-disposed, is decoyed into becoming--" EXCITED ADMIRER.--"A French poodle, sir, that plays at dominos like a--" CREDULOUS CONJECTURER.--"Benevolent philanthropist, condescending to act for the benefit of some distressed brother who is--" PROPRIETOR of CITY CONCERT-ROOM.--"One hundred and twenty feet long by forty, Mr. Mayor! Talk of that damp theatre, sir, you might as well talk of the--" Suddenly the door flew open, and pushing aside a clerk who designed to announce him, in burst Mr. Chapman himself. He had evidently expected to find the Mayor alone, for at the sight of that throng he checked himself, and stood mute at the threshold. The levee for a moment was no less surprised, and no less mute. But the good folks soon recovered themselves. To many it was a pleasure to accost and congratulate the man who the night before had occasioned to them emotions so agreeable. Cordial smiles broke out; friendly hands were thrust forth. Brief but hearty compliments, mingled with entreaties to renew the performance to a larger audience, were showered round. The Comedian stood hat in hand, mechanically passing his sleeve over its nap, muttering half inaudibly, "You see before you a man," and turning his single eye from one face to the other, as if strug gling to guess what was meant, or where he was. The Mayor rose and came forward,--"My dear friends," said he, mildly, "Mr. Chapman calls by appointment. Perhaps he may have something to say to me confidentially." The three serious gentlemen, who had hitherto remained aloof, eying Mr. Chapman much as three inquisitors might have eyed a Jew, shook three solemn heads, and set the example of retreat. The last to linger were the rival proprietors of the theatre and the city concert-room. Each whispered the stranger,--one the left ear, one the right. Each thrust into his hand a printed paper. As the door closed on them the Comedian let fall the papers: his arm drooped to his side; his whole frame seemed to collapse. Hartopp took him by the hand, and led him gently to his own armchair beside the table. The Comedian dropped on the chair, still without speaking. MR. HARTOPP.--"What is the matter? What has happened?" WAIFE.--"She is very ill,--in a bad way; the doctor says so,--Dr. Gill."