. Reminiscences of Toole; related by himself, and chronicled by Joseph Hatton. Illustrated by Alfred Bryan and Margetson. until we are wellout of Paris. I gave him the pledge ; we had supper to-gether, and I need not say we parted good and Swinburne kept their own counselwith the company, maintaining to the last thatsuccess was assured; but afterwards finding anexplanation for the want of success in the factthat Paris had failed to appreciate the Ryderssubtle impersonation of the melancholy Dane. VIII. I REMEMBER some years ago, said Toole, as wetook an early walk the n
. Reminiscences of Toole; related by himself, and chronicled by Joseph Hatton. Illustrated by Alfred Bryan and Margetson. until we are wellout of Paris. I gave him the pledge ; we had supper to-gether, and I need not say we parted good and Swinburne kept their own counselwith the company, maintaining to the last thatsuccess was assured; but afterwards finding anexplanation for the want of success in the factthat Paris had failed to appreciate the Ryderssubtle impersonation of the melancholy Dane. VIII. I REMEMBER some years ago, said Toole, as wetook an early walk the next morning, prior toleaving York for Whitby, where he was to playthat night the opening engagement of his autumntour, attending the afternoon service at never go to a cathedral city without finding myway to the afternoon service, and I hope I go ina thoroughly religious frame of mind, though Iam more especially fond of the music, and thinkit most impressive, most soul-stirring. Lingering OUR TRIP TO THE NORTH. to listen to the piece they play you out with—no,I dont mean that, it is the voluntary—I noticed. I THOUGHT HE MUST BE A BISHOP. a very dignified gentleman pausing too. It was asmall congregation, and I could not help thinking I04 REMINISCENCES OF J. L. TOOLE. that even most of them had come to enjoy themusic. The tall, handsome old gentleman at-tracted my attention. He was dressed in black—one of the long coats worn by the clergy ; hecarried in one hand a pair of gold-rimmed glasses,m the other a sober-looking book bound in dark,rich cloth ; I thought it might be a missal; he wasa remarkably dignified man, with white hair, ashiny hat, had gaiters to his boots, and walkedvery quietly ; I thought he must be a bishop outof work ; no, I dont mean that, a bishop or adean, say, or some other great dignitary, in resi-dence who is not acting—I mean preaching—butwho likes to go to the cathedral and set a goodexample. When the organ ceased I walkedaway ;
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