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this true even in the work of such a master as Tolstoy； whose Katia is a
case in point。 Perhaps a woman may play Hamlet with a less shocking
effect than a man may play Desdemona； but all the same she must not play
Hamlet at all。 That sublime ideal is the property of the human
imagination； and may not be profaned by a talent enamoured of the
impossible。 No harm could be done by the broadest burlesque； the most
irreverent travesty； for these would still leave the ideal untouched。
Hamlet； after all the horse…play； would be Hamlet； but Hamlet played by a
woman； to satisfy her caprice； or to feed her famine for a fresh effect；
is Hamlet disabled； for a long time； at least； in its vital essence。
I felt that it would take many returns to the Hamlet of Shakespeare to
efface the impression of Mme。 Bernhardt's Hamlet； and as I prepared to
escape from my row of stalls in the darkening theatre； I experienced a
noble shame for having seen the Dane so disnatured； to use Mr。 Lowell's
word。 I had not been obliged to come； I had voluntarily shared in the
wrong done； by my presence I had made myself an accomplice in the wrong。
It was high ground； but not too high for me； and I recovered a measure of
self…respect in assuming it。
THE MIDNIGHT PLATOON
He had often heard of it。 Connoisseurs of such matters； young newspaper
men trying to make literature out of life and smuggle it into print under
the guard of unwary editors； and young authors eager to get life into
their literature； had recommended it to him as one of the most impressive
sights of the city； and he had willingly agreed with them that he ought
to see it。 He imagined it very dramatic； and he was surprised to find it
in his experience so largely subjective。 If there was any drama at all
it was wholly in his own consciousness。 But the thing was certainly
impressive in its way。
I。
He thought it a great piece of luck that he should come upon it by
chance； and so long after he had forgotten about it that he was surprised
to recognize it for the spectacle he had often promised himself the
pleasure of seeing。
Pleasure is the right word； for pleasure of the painful sort that all
hedonists will easily imagine was what he expected to get from it； though
upon the face of it there seems no reason why a man should delight to see
his fellow…men waiting in the winter street for the midnight dole of
bread which must in some cases be their only meal from the last midnight
to the next midnight。 But the mere thought of it gave him pleasure； and
the sight of it； from the very first instant。 He was proud of knowing
just what it was at once； with the sort of pride which one has in knowing
an earthquake； though one has never felt one before。 He saw the double
file of men stretching up one street； and stretching down the other from
the corner of the bakery where the loaves were to be given out on the
stroke of twelve； and he hugged himself in a luxurious content with his
perspicacity。
It was all the more comfortable to do this because he was in a coup；
warmly shut against the sharp； wholesome Christmas…week weather； and was
wrapped to the chin in a long fur overcoat； which he wore that night as a
duty to his family； with a conscience against taking cold and alarming
them for his health。 He now practised another piece of self…denial： he
let the cabman drive rapidly past the interesting spectacle； and carry
him to the house where he was going to fetch away the child from the
Christmas party。 He wished to be in good time； so as to save the child
from anxiety about his coming； but he promised himself to stop； going
back； and glut his sensibility in a leisurely study of the scene。 He got
the child； with her arms full of things from the Christmas…tree； into the
coup； and then he said to the cabman； respectfully leaning as far over
from his box to listen as his thick greatcoat would let him： 〃When you
get up there near that bakery again； drive slowly。 I want to have a look
at those men。〃
〃All right； sir；〃 said the driver intelligently； and he found his why
skilfully out of the street among the high banks of the seasonable
Christmas…week snow； which the street…cleaners had heaped up there till
they could get round to it with their carts。
When they were in Broadway again it seemed lonelier and silenter than it
was a few minutes before。 Except for their own coup； the cable…cars；
with their flaming foreheads； and the mechanical clangor of their gongs
at the corners； seemed to have it altogether to themselves。 A tall；
lumbering United States mail van rolled by； and impressed my friend in
the coup with a cheap and agreeable sense of mystery relative to the
letters it was carrying to their varied destination at the Grand Central
Station。 He listened with half an ear to the child's account of the fun
she had at the party； and he watched with both eyes for the sight of the
men waiting at the bakery for the charity of the midnight loaves。
He played with a fear that they might all have vanished； and with an
apprehension that the cabman might forget and whirl him rapidly by the
place where he had left them。 But the driver remembered； and checked his
horses in good time； and there were the men still； but in even greater
number than before； stretching farther up Broadway and farther out along
the side street。 They stood slouched in dim and solemn phalanx under the
night sky； so seasonably； clear and frostily atwinkle with Christmas…week
stars； two by two they stood； slouched close together； perhaps for their
mutual warmth； perhaps in an unconscious effort to get near the door
where the loaves were to be given out； in time to share in them before
they were all gone。
II。
My friend's heart beat with glad anticipation。 He was really to see this
important； this representative thing to the greatest possible advantage。
He rapidly explained to his companion that the giver of the midnight
loaves got rid of what was left of his daily bread in that way： the next
day it could not be sold； and he preferred to give it away to those who
needed it； rather than try to find his account in it otherwise。 She
understood； and he tried to think that sometimes coffee was given with
the bread； but he could not make sure of this； though he would have liked
very much to have it done； it would have been much more dramatic。
Afterwards he learned that it was done； and he was proud of having
fancied it。
He decided that when he came alongside of the Broadway file he would get
out； and go to the side door of the bakery and watch the men receiving
the bread。 Perhaps he would find courage to speak to them； and ask them
about themselves。 At the time it did not strike him that it would be
indecent。
A great many things about them were open to reasonable conjecture。 It
was not probable that they were any of them there for their health； as
the saying is。 They were all there because they were hungry； or else
they were there in behalf of some one else who was hungry。 But it was
always possible that some of them were impostors； and he wondered if any
test was applied to them that would prove them