To the holy Saint was trouble sent, As we here shall represent—" "When young Harlequin had concluded his prologue, he paused in great embarrassment staring up at the curtain, till finding that it refused to fall lie stepped to the side of the stage and assisted its descent with all his strength. A considerable bustle then ensued behind the scenes, during which the audience amused themselves as is usual in such cases, by suppressed titters and whispers. The reluctant curtain again rose, and instead of the nota-ble hill and stone, the individual typified thereby, St. Dun-stan himself appeared, a'burly Saxon pfiest wedged into his altar-cave ; an appropriate arrangement admirably adapted to the tradition, since he could neither sit, stand, nor lie down at ease in it. The holy man was professedly engaged at his devotions, rattling off credos and ave ma-ries in a style showing a lamentable want of familiarity with Latin. The arch tempter was a little behind his time, for the saint had evidently exhausted his stock of prayers, and had commenced a repeat when Lucifer appeared in the disguise of a laborer with spade in hand. Approach-ing the cave, he held out a bag of gold and invited the holy Father to follow him. -The hermit impatiently waved his hand and turned his eyes resolutely away from the glit-tering lure, while the baffled demon walked off the stage. Confused groans and shrieks from the imps beneath follow-ed his departure, while the choir of unseen angels sung with great emphasis— " With gold he doth the saint assail, But not with this can the devil prevail." The next scene was of a more striking character. The monk was this time interrupted by the advent of a beauti-ful damsel, who, gliding like an apparition of light from the greenwood, stopped before the cave, showered roses upon his missal, and in the most enticing manner sought to win him from his devotions. The saint, however, remained firm, and when she laid hold of his arm, he snatched a pair ELEANOR. 153