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A DRAMATIC CRITIC
had entered her soul, she began to look at
him with a gaze as direct as unhesitating,
and as maidenly as full moonlight. At
great moments the concentration and sim-
plicity of her style exactly fulfilled the
difficult conditions of the part ; the shud-
der with which she caught and held her
breath when Launcelot kissed her fore-
head, the gasping pain of the sequent
words, " Mercy, my lord," and the dry
despair of her " Of all this will I nothing,"
will be long and deservedly remembered.
Few more beautiful scenes have been
shown upon the stage than the fifth tableau,
which reproduced a famous picture, and
exhibited the barge, draped in black samite,
bearing the body of the maiden — pale as
the lily which her right hand held, the
" dead oar'd by the dumb " old servitor
— upward with the flood.
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