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CH. V. 
‘ After a hard day’s work, I persuaded R. to stop, 
so we called for my father and mother and went off 
to Covent Garden. Shakespeare’s “ Tempest,” 
as he wrote it, was the attraction, and the crowd 
tremendous. My father softened the heart of 
the box-keeper with a shilling, for he had many 
applicants, and we got second and third seats in a 
good box. Neither R. nor I had ever seen the 
“ Tempest.” Father and mother had seen it 
several times, but as it used to be played, garbled 
and altered in a terrible manner. Miss P. Horton, 
as Ariel, excellent ; as was G. Bennet (Caliban). 
Macready very disappointing as Prospero, his 
voice is now so feeble and his manner monotonous. 
Miss Faucit, of course, played well as Miranda, but 
did not look the part. For the first time since poor 
Joe Grimaldi could we sit out the pantomime.’ 
' fanttary ro. — R. to the Geological Society, 
where he read the paper on Dr. Harlan’s fossil 
and the Stonesfield jaw. Dr. Grant was obliged to 
admit, in spite of his teeth, that they were mam- 
malia and not saurians. As soon as R. came 
home he made for “ Barnaby Rudge,” and sat with 
him till past two o’clock.’ 
‘ i2tk . — We examined some of the eggs of the 
argonaut in the microscope. It was astonishing 
to see the tiny eggs containing the creature with 
its arms and immense eyes and the body like a 
cloud. There was no appearance of the rudi- 
mentary shell, but all seems to make it certain that 
