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VOL. II.
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CONTENTS.
All's Well' 215
American College Reminiscences. By the Author of "FiVE YEARS AT AN ENGLISH
UNIVERSITY." Part 1 218
Ammergau Mystery, The; or Sacred Drama of 1860 , 463
A rran, Three Weeks' "Loafing" in. By CORNWALL SIMEON 496
Artisan's Saturday Night. By PERCY GREG 285
Boot, The, from the Italian of GIUSTI 244
Boundaries of Science : A Dialogue 134
Budgets of 186.0, The Two. ByW. A. PORTER 416
Cambridge University Boat of 1860. By Q. 0. TBEVELYAN 19
Cardross Case and The Free Church of Scotland 293
Co-Operative Societies ; their Social and Economical Aspects. By HENRY FAWCETT . 434
Dungeon Key, The 452
Eastern Legend Versified from Lamartine. By the REV. C. (TENNYSON) TURNEB . . 226
Eclipse Expedition to Spain. By PROFESSOR POLE. 406
Elder's Daughter, The. By ORWELL 154
English Classical Literature, The use of in the Work of Education. By the REV.
H. G. ROBINSON 425
Europe, The Future of, foretold in History. By T. E. CLIFPE LESLIE 329
Fair at Keady. BY ALEXANDER SMITH 179
Female School of Art ; Mrs. Jameson. By the REV. F. D. MAURICE 227
Froude's History. Vols. V. and VI. By the REV. P. D. MAURICE 276
Fusilier's Dog, The. By SIB F. H. DOYLE, BART 71
Garibaldi and The Sicilian Revolution. By AUBELIO SAFFI. 235
Garibaldi's Legion, The Youth of England to. By SYDNEY DOBELL 324
Gold, Social and Economical Influence of the New. By HENRY FAWCETT 186
Hints on Proposals. By AN EXPERIENCBD CHAPBRONE 403
History and Casuistry. BY the REV. F. D. MAURICE 505
Holman Hunt's " Finding of Christ in the Temple." 3*
Hood, Thomas. By The EDITOR 315
Industrial School, Annals of an. By DR. GOODWIN, DEAN OF ELY 13
Kyloe-Jock, and the Weird of Wanton Walls. By GEORGE CUPPLES.—
Chapters i. n. 372
Chapters m. iv , 441
VI
Contents.
Loch-Na-Diomhair— The Lake of the Secret. By GEORGE CUPPLES 21
Mystery, The. By ORWELL 272
Navies of France and England 249
Our Father s Business. By the Author of " JOHN HALIFAX." 40
Priam and Hecuba 383
Prophecy, On Uninspired. By HERBERT COLERIDGE 309
Papal Excommunication, The : A Dialogue . 68
Poet's Corner : or an English Writer's Tomb. By C. A. COLLINS 128
Question of The Age — Is it Peace ? By T. E. CLIFFE LESLIE 72
Ramsgate Life Boat ; A Rescue Ill
Revelation, The. By ORWELL 850
Royal Academy, The 155
Seaside, At the. By the Author of " JOHN HALIFAX " 393
Shelley's Life and Poetry. By The EDITOR ....... .1 838
Shelley in Pall MalL By RICHARD GARNETT . 100
Sleep of The Hyacinth : An Egyptian Poem. By the late DR. GEOEOE WILSON.
Parts IV. and V. .. 120
Sonnets. By the REV. C. (TENNYSON) TUBNER 98
Spiritualistic Materialism. — Michelet. By J. M. LUDLOW." . . . . ! 41
Sport and Natural History, New Books of. By HENRY KINGSLEY 385
Suffrage, The.— The Working Class and the Professional Class. By the REV. F. D.
MAURICE 89
Swiss-French Literature. — Gasparin. By J. M. LUDLOW. 170
Three Vices of Current Literature. By The EDITOR. 1
Tom Brown at Oxford. By the Author of " TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL-DAYS " —
Chapters xvn. xvm. 52
Chapters xrx. xx. xxi 138
Chapters XXIL XXIIL 199
Chapters xxiv. xxv 258
Chapters xxn. xxvn 855
Chapters xxvm. xxix. xxx 478
Trevelyan, Sir Charles, and Mr. Wilson. By J. Mf LUDLOW 164
Turkey, The Christian Subjects of 452 '
Two Love Stories . . . • 292
Volunteer's Catechism, The. By THOMAS HUGHES. With a few Words on Butts.
By J. C. TEMPLER 191
Volunteering, Past and Present. By JOHN MABTINEAT; [394
Wimbledon Rifle Meeting, 1860. By J. C. TEMPLER ' 303
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THEEE VICES OF CURRENT LITEEATUEE.
BY THE EDITOR.
NATURAL and becoming as it is to think
modestly of the literary achievements
of our own time, in comparison with
certain periods of ou^ past literary his-
tory, it may yet he asserted with some
confidence that in no age has there heen
so large an amount of real ability en-
gaged in the conduct of British literature
as at present. Whether our topmost men
are equal in stature to the giants of
some former generations, and whether
the passing age is depositing on the
shelf of our rare national classics mas-
terpieces of matter and of form worthy
to rank with those already there, are
questions which need not be discussed
in connexion with our statement. It is
enough to remember that, for the three
hundred publications or so which an-
nually issued from the British press
about the middle of the seventeenth
century, we now produce every year
some five thousand publications of all
sorts, and, probing this fleeting mass of
contemporary authorship as far round
us and in as many directions as we can,
in order to appraise its contents, to see,
as I believe we should see, that the pro-
digious increase of quantity has been ac-
companied by no deterioration of average
quality. Lamentations are indeed com-
mon over the increase of books in the
world. This, it is said, is the Mudiceval
era. Do not these lamentations proceed,
however, on a false view of literature, as
if its due limits at any time were to be
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measured by such a petty standard as
the faculty of any one man to keep up
with it as a reader, or even to survey it
as a critic ? There is surely a larger
view of literature than this — according
to which the expression of passing
thought in preservable forms is one of
the growing functions of the race ; so
that, as the world goes on, more and
ever more of what is remembered,
reasoned, imagined, or desired on its
surface, must necessarily be booked or
otherwise registered for momentary
needs and uses, and for farther action,
over long arcs of time, upon the spirit
of the future. According to this view,
the notion of the perseverance of our
earth on its voyage ages hereafter with
a freight of books increased, by suc-
cessive additions, incalculably beyond
that which already seems an overweight,
loses much of its discomfort; nay, in
this very vision of our earth as it shall
be, carrying at length so huge a regis-
tration of all that has transpired upon
it, have we not a kind of pledge that
the registration shall not have been in
vain, and that, whatever catastrophe
may await our orb in the farther chances
of being, the lore it has accumulated
shall not perish, but shall survive or
detach itself, a heritage beyond the
shipwreck? In plainer argument; al-
though in the immense diffusion of
literary capability in these days, there
may be causes tending to lower the
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highest individual efforts, is not the
diffusion itself a gain, and is it after all
consistent with fact that the supposed
causes are producing the alleged effect 1
That .there is a law of vicissitude in the
intellectual power of a nation ; that, as
there are years of good crop and years of
bad crop .in the vegetable world, so
there are ages in a nation's life of super- -
excellent nerve and faculty, and again
ages intellectually feeble, seems as
satisfactory a generalization as any of
the rough historical generalizations we
yet have in stock ; but that this law
of vicissitude implies diminished ca-
pacity in the highest individuals accord-
ing as the crowd increases, does not
appear. The present era of British
literature, counting from the year 1789,
is as rich, as brilliant with lustrous
names, as any since the Elizabethan era
and its continuation, from 1580 to 1660 ;
nay, if we strike out from the Elizabe-
than firmament its majestic twin-lumi-
naries, Shakespeare and Bacon, our
firmament is the more brilliantly studded
— studded with the larger stars. Nothing
but a morose spirit of disregard for what
is round us, or an excess of the com-
mendable spirit of affection for the past,
or, lastly, an utter ignorance of the actual
books of the past which we do praise,
prevents us from seeing that many of
the poets and other authors even of the
great Elizabethan age, who retain their
places in our collections, or that, still
more decidedly, many of the celebrities
of that later age which is spanned by
Johnson's "Lives of the Poets," were
but poetasters and poor creatures, com-
pared with relative authors of the last
seventy years. Test the matter roughly
in what is called our current literature.
What an everlasting fuss we do make
about Junius and his letters ! And yet
there is no competent person but will
admit that these letters will not stand a
comparison, in any respect of real in-
tellectual merit, with many of the lead-
ing articles which are written overnight
at present by contributors to our daily
newspapers, and skimmed by us at
breakfast next morning.
It in, therefore, in no spirit of depre-
ciation towards our current literature,
that we venture to point out certain of
its wide-spread vices. The vices which
we select are not those which might
turn out to be the deepest and most
radical ; they are simply those that can-
not fail to catch the eye from the extent
of surface which they cover.
1. There is the vice of the Slip-shod
or Slovenly. In popular language it
may be described as the vice of bad
workmanship. Its forms are various.
The lowest is that of bad syntax, of lax
concatenation of clauses and sentences.
It would be easy to point out faults of
this kind which reappear in shoals in
each day's supply of printed matter —
from the verbs misnominatived, and the
clumsy " whiches " looking back rue-
fully for submerged antecedents, so
common in the columns of our hasty
writers, up to the unnecessarily repeated
" that " after a conditional clause which
some writers insert with an infatuated
punctuality, and even the best insert
occasionally. Should the notice of a
matter so merely mechanical seem too
trivial, there is, next, that form of the
slip-shod which consists in stuffing out
sentences with certain tags and shreds
of phraseology lying vague about society,
as bits of undistributed type may lie
about a printing-room. "We are free
to confess," "we candidly acknow-
ledge," " will well repay perusal," " we
should heartily rejoice," " did space per-
mit," " causes beyond our control," " if
we may be allowed the expression,"
" commence hostilities" — what are these
and a hundred other such phrases but
undistributed bits of old speech, like
the " electric fluid " and the " launched
into eternity" of the penny-a-liners,
which all of us are glad to clutch, to fill
a gap, or to save the trouble of com-
posing equivalents from the letters]
To change the figure (see, I am at it
myself !), what are such phrases but a
kind of rhetorical putty with which
cracks in the sense are stopped, and pro-
longations formed where the sense has
broken short? Of this kind of slip-
shod in writing no writers are more
guilty than those who have formed their
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style chiefly by public speaking ; and it
is in them also that the kindred faults
of synonyms strung together and of re-
dundant expletives are most commonly
seen. Perhaps, indeed, the choicest
specimens of continuous slip-shod in the
language are furnished by the writings
of celebrated orators. How dilute the
tincture, what bagginess of phraseology
round what slender shanks of meaning,
what absence of trained muscle, how
seldom the nail is hit on the head ! It
is not every day that a Burke presents
himself, whose every sentence is charged
with an exact thought proportioned to
it, whether he stands on the floor and
speaks, or takes his pen in hand* And
then, not only in the writings of men
rendered diffuse, by much speaking
after a low standard, but in the tide of
current writing besides, who shall take
account of the daily abundance of that
more startling form of slip-shod which
rhetoricians call Confusion of Metaphor?
Lord Castlereagh's famous l" I will not
now enter upon the fundamental feature
upon which this question hinges," is as
nothing compared with much that passes
daily under our eyes in the pages of
popular books and periodicals — tissues
of words in which shreds from nature's
four quarters are jumbled together as in
heraldry ; in which the writer begins
with a lion, but finds it in the next
clause to be a waterspout ; in which ice-
bergs swim in seas of lava, comets col-
lect taxes, pigs sing, peacocks wear
silks, and teapots climb trees.
Pshaw ! technicalities all ! the mere
minutiae of the grammarian and the
critic of expression ! Nothing of the
kind, good reader ! Words are made
up of letters, sentences of words, all that
is written or spoken of sentences suc-
ceeding each other or interflowing ; and
at no time, from Homer's till this, has
anything passed as good literature which
has not satisfied men as tolerably tight
and close-grained in these particulars,
or become classic and permanent
which has not, in respect of them,
stood the test of the microscope.
We distinguish, indeed, usefully enough,
between matter and expression, Between
thought and style ; but no one has ever
attended to the subject analytically with-
out becoming aware that the distinction
is not ultimate — that what is called
style resolves itself, after all, into man-
ner of thinking ; nay, perhaps (though
to show this would take some time) into
the successive particles of the matter
thought. If a writer is said to be fond
of epithets, it is because he has a habit
of always thinking a quality very pro-
minently along with an object ; if his
style is said to be figurative, it is because
he thinks by means of comparisons ; if
his syntax abounds in inversions, it is
because he thinks the cart before he
thinks the horse. And so, by extension,
all the forms of slip-shod in expression
are, in reality, forms of slip-shod in
thought. If the syntax halts, it is be-
cause the thread of the thought has
snapped, or become entangled. If the
phraseology of a writer is diffuse ; if his
language does not lie close round his
real meaning, but widens out in flat
expanses, with here and there a tremor
as the meaning rises to take breath ; if
in every sentence we recognise shreds
and tags of common social verbiage — in
such a case it is because the mind of the
writer is not doing its duty, is not con-
secutively active, maintains no continued
hold of its object, hardly knows its own
drift. In like manner, mixed or inco-
herent metaphor arises from incoherent
conception, inability to see vividly what
is professedly looked at. All forms of
slip-shod, in short, are to be referred to
deficiency of precision in the conduct of
thought. Of every writer it ought to be
required at least that he pass every jot
and tittle of what he sets down through
his mind, to receive the guarantee of
having been really there, and that he
arrange and connect his thoughts in a
workmanlike manner. Anything short
of this is — allowance being made for cir-
cumstances which may prevent a con-
scientious man from always doing his
best — an insult to the public. Accord-
ingly, in all good literature, not ex-
cepting the subtlest and most exuberant
poetry, one perceives a strict logic link-
ing thought with thought. The velocity
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with which the mind can perform this
service of giving adequate arrangement
to its thoughts, differs much in different
cases. With some writers it is -done
almost unconsciously — as if by the
operation of a logical instinct so power-
ful that whatever teems up in their
minds is marshalled and made exact as
it conies, and there is perfection in the
swiftest expression. So it Was with the
all-fluent Shakespeare, whose inven-
tions, boundless and multitudinous,
were yet ruled by a logic so resistless,
that they came exquisite at once to the
pen's point, and in studying whose in-
tellectual gait we are reminded of the
description of the Athenians in Euripi-
des— "those sons of Erectheus always
"moving with graceful step through a
" glittering violet ether, where the nine
" Pierian muses are said to have brought
" up yellow-haired Harmony as their com-
" mon child." With others of our great
writers it has been notably different —
rejection of first thoughts and expres-
sions, the slow choice of a fit per-cent-
age, and the concatenation of these with
labour and care.
Prevalent as slip-shod is, it is not so
prevalent as it was. There is more
careful writing, in proportion, now than
there was thirty, seventy, or a hundred
years ago. This may be seen on com-
paring specimens of our present lite-
rature with corresponding specimens
from the older newspapers and peri-
odicals. The precept and the example
of Wordsworth and those who helped
him to initiate that era of our lite-
rature which dates from the French
Eevolution, have gradually introduced,
among other things, habits of mecha-
nical carefulness, both in prose and in
verse. Among poets, Scott and Byron
— safe in their greatness otherwise —
were the most conspicuous sinners
against the Wordsworthian ordinances
in this respect after they had been pro-
mulgated. If one were willing to risk
being stoned for speaking truth, one
might call these two poets the last of
the great slip-shods. The great slip-
shods, be it observed ; and, if there were
the prospect that> by keeping silence
about slip-shod, we should see any other
such massive figure heaving in among
us in his slippers, who is there that
would object to his company on account
of them, or that would not gladly assist
to fell a score of the delicates with
polished boot-tips in order to make
room for him ? At the least, it may be
said that there are many passages in the
poems of Scott and Byron which fall
far short of the standard of carefulness
already fixed when they wrote. Sub-
sequent writers, with nothing of their
genius, have been much more careful.
There is, however, one form of the
slip-shod in verse which, probably be-
cause it has not been recognised as slip-
shod, still holds ground among us. It
consists in that particular relic of the
" poetic diction" of the last century
which allows merely mechanical in-
versions of syntax for the sake of metre
and rhyme. For example, in a poem
recently published, understood to be
the work of a celebrated writer, and
altogether as finished a specimen of
metrical rhetoric and ringing epigram as
has appeared for many a day, there
occur such passages as these : —
" Barley's gilt coach the equal pair
attends"
" What earlier school this grand come-
dian reard ?
His first essays no crowds less courtly
cheered.
From learned closets came a saun-
tering sage,
Yawn'd, smiled, and spoke, and
took l>y storm the age"
" All their lore
Illumes one end for which strives
all their will ;
Before their age they march in-
vincible."
" That talk which art as eloquence
admits
Must be the talk of thinkers and
of wits."
" Let Bright responsible for Eng-
land be,
And straight in Bright a Chatham
we should see."
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" All most brave
In his mixd nature seemd to life
to start,
When English honour roused his
English heart."
That such instances of syntax inverted
to the mechanical order of the verse
should occur in such a quarter, proves
that they are still considered legitimate.
But I believe — and this notwithstand-
ing that ample precedent-may be shown,
not only from poets of the last century,
but from all preceding poets — that they
are not legitimate. Verse does not
cancel any of the conditions of good
prose, but only superadds new and
more exquisite conditions ; and that is
the best verse where the words follow
each other punctually in the most exact
prose order, and yet the exquisite dif-
ference by which verse does distinguish
itself from prose is fully felt. rAs,
within prose itself, there are natural
inversions according as the thought
moves on from the calm and straight-
forward to the complex and impassioned
— as what would be in one mood
" Diana of the Ephesians is great," be-
comes in another, " Great is Diana of
the Ephesians " — so, it may be, there is
a farther amount of inversion proper
within verse as such. Any such
amount of inversion, however, must be
able to plead itself natural — that is,
belonging inevitably to what is new in
the movement of the thought under the
law of verse ; which plea would not
extend to cases like .those specified, where
versifiers, that they may keep their
metre or hit a rhyme, tug words arbi-
trarily out of their prose connexion. If
it should be asked how, under so hard
a restriction, a poet could write verse at
all, the answer is, "That is his difficulty."
But that this canon of taste in verse is
not so oppressive as it looks, and that
it will more and more come to be re-
cognised and obeyed, seems augured in
the fact that the greatest British poet
of our time has himself intuitively
attended to it, and furnished an almost
continuous example of it in his poetry.
Repeat any even of Tennyson's lyrics,
where, from the nature of the case,
obedience to the canon would seem most
difficult — his " Tears, idle tears," or
" The splendour falls," — and see if,
under all that peculiarity which makes
the effect of these pieces, if of any in our
language, something more than the effect
of prose, every word does not fall into
its place, like fitted jasper, exactly in
the prose order. So ! and what do you
say to Mr. Tennyson's last volume, with
its repetition of the phrase " The Table
Round" ? Why, I say that, when dif-
ficulty mounts to impossibility, then
even the gods relent, even Rhada-
manthus yields. Here it is as if the
British nation had passed a special
enactment to this effect : — " Whereas
' Mr. Tennyson has written a set of
poems on the Round Table of Arthur
and his Knights, and whereas he has
' represented to us that the phrase
' ' The Round Table,' specifying the
' central object about which these poems
' revolve, is a phrase which no force
' of art can work pleasingly into Iambic
' verse, we, the British nation, con-
' sidering the peculiarity of the case,
' and the public benefits likely to
' accrue from a steady contemplation of
' the said object, do enact and decree
' that we will in this instance depart
' from our usual practice of thinking
' the species first and then the genus,
c and will, in accordance with the
' practice of other times and nations,
' say ' The Table Round ' instead of
< ' The Round Table ' as heretofore."
But this is altogether a special enact-
ment.
2. There is the vice of the Trite.
Here, at length, we get out of the
region of mere verbal forms, and gaze
abroad over the wide field of our litera-
ture, with a view everywhere to its
component substance. We are overrun
with the Trite. There is Trite to the
right hand, and Trite to the left ; Trito
before and Trite behind ; the view is of
vast leagues of the Trite, inclosing little
oases of true literature, as far as the eye
can reach. And what is the Trite ? It
is a minor variety of what is known as
Cant. By Cant is meant the repetition,
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without real belief of sentiments which
it is thought creditable to profess. As
the name implies, there is a certain
solemnity, as of upturned eyes and a
touch of song in the voice, required
for true Cant Since Johnson's time
there has been no lack of denunciation
of this vice. But the Trite, as less
immoral, or as not immoral at all, has —
with the exception, as far as we recollect,
of one onslaught by Swift — escaped
equal denunciation. For by the Trite
is meant only matter which may be true
enough, but which has been so fami-
liarised already that it can benefit neither
man nor beast to hear or read it
any more. " Man is a microcosm," may
have been a very respectable bit of
speech once ; and, if there is yet any poor
creature on the earth to whom it would
be news, by all means let it be brought
to his door. But does such a creature
exist among those who are addressed by
anything calling itself literature ? And
so with a thousand other such sayings
and references — "Extremes meet, sir ;"
" You mustn't argue against the use of
a thing from the abuse of it;" "The
exception proves the rule ;" Talleyrand's
remark about the use of speech ; Newton
gathering pebbles on the sea-shore ; and,
worst of all, Newton's apple. The next
writer or lecturer that brings forward
Newton's apple, unless with very par-
ticular accompaniments, ought to be
made to swallow it, pips and all, that
there may be an end of it. Let the
reader think how much of our current
writing is but a repeated solution of
such phrases and allusions, and let him
extend his view from such short speci-
mens of the Trite, to facts, doctrines,
modes of thought, and tissues of fiction,
characterised by the same quality, and
yet occupying reams of our literature
year after year, and he will understand
the nature of the grievance. What we
aver is that there are numberless writers
who are not at all slip-shod, who are
correct and careful, who may even be
said to write well, but respecting whom,
if we consider the substance of what they
write, the report must be that they are
drowning us with a deluge of the Trite.
Translated into positive language, the
protest against the Trite might take the
form of a principle, formally avowed, we
believe, by more than one writer, and
certainly implied in the practice of all
the chiefs of our literature — to wit, that
no man ought to consider himself en-
titled to write upon a subject by the
mere intention to write carefully, unless
he has also something new to advance.
We are aware, of course, of the objection
against such a principle arising from the
fact that the society of every country is
divided, in respect of intelligence and
culture, into strata, widening as they
descend — from the limited number oi
highly-educated spirits at the top who
catch the first rays of all new thought,
down to the multitude nearest the
ground, to whom even Newton's apple
would be new, and among whom the
aphorism " Things find their level "
would create a sensation. It is admitted
at once that there must, in every com-
munity, be literary provision for this
state of things — a popular literature, or
rather a descending series of literatures,
consisting of solutions more or less
strong of old knowledge and of common
sentiments, in order that these may
percolate the whole social mass. Every-
thing must be learnt some time ; and
our infants are not to be defrauded in
their nurseries, nor our boys and girls
in their school-time, of the legends and
little facts with which they must begin
as we did, and which have been the
outfit of the British mind from time
immemorial But, even as respects
popular and juvenile literature, the rule
still holds that, to justify increase, there
must be novelty — novelty in relation to
the constituencies addressed ; novelty,
if not of matter, at least of method.
Else why not keep to the old popular
and elementary books — which, indeed,
might often be good policy ? If one
could positively decide which, out of
competing hundreds, was the best exist-
ing Latin school-grammar, what a gain
to the national Latinity it would be, if,
without infraction of our supreme prin-
ciple of liberty, as applied even to gram-
mars, we could get back to the old
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English plan, have Latin taught from
that one grammar in all the schools of
the land, and concentrate all future
talent taking a grammatical direction on
its gradual improvement? Returning,
however, to current literature, more ex-
pressly so-called — to the works of his-
tory, the treatises, the poems, the novels,
the pamphlets, the essays, &c. that cir-
culate from our better libraries, and lie
on the tables of the educated — we might
show reason for our rule even here.
Allowing for the necessity even here of
iteration, of dilution, of varied and long-
continued administration, ere new truths
or modes of thought can be fairly worked
into the minds of those who read, new
facts rightly apprehended, or new fancies
made effective, should we not have to
report a huge over-proportion of the
merest wish-wash? What a reform
here, if there were some perception of
the principle that correct writing is not
enough, unless one has something fresh
to impart. What ! a premium on the
love of paradox ; a licence to the passion
for effect; more of straining after no-
velty ? Alas ! the kind of novelty of
which we speak, is not reached by the
kind of straining that is meant, but by
a process very different — not by talking
right and left, and writhing one's neck
like a pelican, on the chance of hitting
something odd ahead ; but by accuracy
of silent watch, by passive quietude to
many impressions, by search where
others have left off fatigued, by open-air
rumination and hour-long nightly re-
verie, by the repression again and again
of paying platitudes as they rise to the
lips, in order that, by rolling within the
mind, they may unite into something
better, and that, where now all is a dif-
fused cloud of vapoury conceit, there
may come at last the clearing flash and
the tinkle of the golden drop. Think,
think, think — is the advice required at
present by scores of hopeful writers
injuring themselves by luxury in com-
monplace. The freshly-evolved thought
of the world, the wealth of new bud and
blossom which the mind of humanity is
ever putting forth — this, and not the
dead wood, is what ought to be taken
account of in true literature; and the
peculiarity of the case is that the rate of
the growth, the amount of fresh sprout-
age that shall appear, depends largely on
the intensity of resolution exerted. But,
should the associations with the word
" novelty " be incurably bad, the expres-
sion of the principle may be varied. It
may be asserted, for example, that, uni-
versally, the proper material for current
literature, the proper element in which
the writer must work, is the material or
element of the hitherto uncommunicated.
Adapting this universal expression to
literature as broken down into its main
departments, we may say that the proper
element for all new writing of the his-
torical order is the hitherto unobserved
or unrecollected, for all new writing of
the scientific or didactic order the
hitherto unexplained, for all new poetry
the hitherto unimagined, for all new
writing for purposes of moral and social
stimulation the hitherto unadvised.
There may, of course, be mixture of the
ingredients.
Among the forms of the Trite with
which we are at present troubled is the
repetition everywhere of certain obser-
vations and bits of expression, admirable
in themselves, but now hackneyed till
the pith is out of them. By way of
example, take that kind of imagined
visual effect which consists in seeing an
object defined against the sky. How
this trick of the picturesque has of late
been run upon in poems and novels —
trees " against the blue sky," mountains
" against the blue sky," everything
whatever "against the blue sky," till
the very chimney-pots are ashamed of
the background, and beg you wouldn't
mention it ! And so we have young
ladies seated pensively at their windows
" looking out into the Infinite," or
"out into the Night." Similarly there
are expressions of speculative import
about man's destiny and work in the
world, so strong in real meaning, that
those who promulgated them did the
world good service, but parroted now
till persons who feel their import most
hear them with disgust. For the very
test that a truth has fallen upon a mind
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in vital relation to it, is that, when
reproduced by that mind, it shall be
with a modification. But worse than
the mere incessant reproduction of
propositions and particular expressions
already worn threadbare, are certain
larger accompanying forms of the Trite,
which consist in the feeble assumption
of entire modes of thought, already ex-
hausted of their virtue by writers in
whom they were natural. As an in-
stance, we may cite a certain grandiose
habit, common of late in the description
of character. Men are no longer men in
many of our popular biographic sketches,
but prophets, seers, volcanoes, cataracts,
whirlwinds of passion — vast physical
entities, seething inwardly with un-
heard-of confusions, and passing, all
alike, through a necessary process of
revolution which converts chaos into
cosmos, and brings their roaring energy
at last into harmony with the universe.
Now he were a most thankless as well
as a most unintelligent reader who did
not recognise the noble power of thought,
ay, and the exactitude of biographic art,
exhibited in certain famous specimens
of character-painting which have been
the prototypes in this style — who did
not see that there the writer began
firmly with the actual man, dark-haired
or fair-haired, tall or short, who was
the object of his study ; and, only when
he had most accurately figured him
and his circumstances, passed into that
world of large discourse which each
man carries attached to him, as his
spiritual self, and in the representation
and analysis of which, since it has no
physical boundaries, all analogies of
volcanoes, whirlwinds, and other space-
filling agencies may well be helpful
But in the parodies of this style all is
featureless ; it is not men at all that we
see, but supposititious beings like the
phantoms which are said to career in
the darkness over Scandinavian ice-
plains. Character is the most complex
and varied thing extant — consisting not
of vague monotonous masses, but of in-
volutions and subtleties in and in for
ever ; the art of describing it may well
employ whole coming generations of
writers ; and the fallacy is that all great
painting must be done with the big
brush, and that even cameos may be
cut with pickaxes.
I have had half a mind to include
among recent forms of the Trite the
habit of incessant allusion to a round of
favourite characters of the past, and
especially to certain magnates of the
literary series — Homer, Dante, Shake-
speare, Milton, Burns, Scott, Goethe,
and others. But I believe this would
be wrong. Although we do often get
tired of references to these names, and
of disquisitions written about them and
about them ; although we may some-
times think that the large amount of
our literary activity which is devoted to
such mere stock-taking of what has
been left us by our predecessors is a
bad sign, and that we might push intel-
lectually out on our own account more
boldly if our eyes were less frequently
retreverted ; although, even in the
interest of retrospection itself, we might
desire that the objects of our wor-
ship were more numerous, and that,
to effect this, our historians would
resuscitate for us a goodly array of the
Dii minorum gentium, to have their
turn with the greater gods — yet, in the
main, the intellectual habit of which we
speak is one that has had and will have
unusually rich results. For these great
men of the past are, as it were, the
peaks, more or less distant, that surround
the plain where we have our dwelling ;
we cannot lift our eyes without seeing
them ; and no length or repetition of
gaze can exhaust their aspects. And
here we must guard against a possible
misapprehension of what has been said
as to the Trite in general. There are
notions permanent and elemental in the
very constitution of humanity, simple
and deep beyond all power of modifica-
tion, the same yesterday and to-day, in-
capable almost of being stated by any
one except as all would state them, and
which yet never are and never can be
trite. How man that is born of woman
is of few days and foil of trouble, how
he comes from darkness and disappears
in darkness again, how the good that he
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would lie does not and the evil that
he would not still he does — these and
other forms of the same conception of
time and death, interwoven with certain
visual conceptions of space, and with
the sense of an inscrutable power be-
yond, have accompanied the race hither-
to, as identified with its consciousness.
Whether, with one philosophy, we re-
gard these as the largest objects of
thought, or, with another, as the neces-
sary forms of human sensibility, equally
they are ultimate, and those souls in
which they are strongest, which can
least tear themselves away from them,
are the most truly and grandly human.
Add the primary affections, the feelings
that belong to the most common and
enduring facts of human experience.
In recollections of these are the touches
that make the whole world kin ; these
give the melodies to which intellect can
but construct the harmonies ; it is from
a soil of such simple and deep concep-
tions that all genius must spring. While
the branches and extreme twigs are
putting forth those fresh sprouts of new
truth and new phantasy that we spoke of,
nay, in order that this green wealth and
perpetual proof of life may not fail, the
roots must be there. And so, in litera-
ture, return as we may to those oldest
facts and feelings, we need never doubt
their novelty. Hear how one rude
Scottish rhymer found out for himself
all over again the fact that life has its
sorrows, and, to secure his copyright,
registered the date of his discovery :—
" Upon the saxteen hundred year
Of God and thretty-three
Frae Christ was born, wha bought us
dear,
As writings testifie,
On January the sixteenth day,
As I did lie alone,
I thus unto myself did say,
'Ah ! man was made to moan." "
3. There is the vice of the Blase. In
its origin the mental habit which we so
name is often healthy enough — a natural
reaction against the Trite. When the
whole field of literature is so overrun
with the Trite ; when so seldom can one
take up a bit of writing and find any
stroke of true intellectual action in it ;
when, time after time, one receives even
periodicals of high repute, and, turning
over their pages, finds half their articles
of a kind the non-existence of which
would have left the world not one whit
the poorer — here an insipid mince of
facts from a popular book, there a
twitter of doctrinal twaddle which
would weary you from your feeblest
relative, and again a criticism on the
old "beauty and blemish " plan of a
poem\long ago judged by everybody for
himself; when, worse still, the Trite
passes into Cant, and one is offended
by knobs and gobbets of a spurious
theology, sent floating, for purposes half-
hypocritical, down a stream of what else
would be simple silliness, — little wonder
that men of honest minds find it sound
economy to assume habitually a sour
mood towards all literature whatever,
allowing the opposite mood to develop
itself rarely and on occasion. As it may
be noted of bank-cashiers that, by long
practice, they have learnt to survey the
crowd outside the counters rather re-
pellingly than responsively, saving their
recognitions for personal friends, and
any respect or curiosity that may be left
in them for the bearers of very big
warrants, so, and by a similar training,
have some of the best of our profes-
sional critics become case-hardened to
the sight of the daily world of writers,
each with his little bit of paper, be-
sieging their bar. It is not, however, of
this natural callousness that we speak,
but of a habit of mind sometimes be-
ginning in this, but requiring worse
elements for its formation. No one can
look about him without marking the
extent to which a blase spirit is infecting
the British literary mind. The thing
is complained of everywhere under a
variety of phrases — want of faith, want
of earnest purpose, scepticism, poco-
curantism. For our purpose none of
these names seems so suitable as the one
we have chosen. On*the one hand, the
charges of " want of faith " and the like
are often urged against men who have a
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hundred times more of real faith and of
active energy directed by that faith than
those who bring the charges, and, when
interpreted, they often mean nothing
more than an intellect too conscientious
to surround itself with mystifications
and popular deceits of colour when it
may walk in white light. On the other
hand, by the term Blase we preserve a
sense of the fact that those to whom the
vice is attributed, are frequently, if not
generally, men of cultivated and even
fastidious minds, writing very carefully
and pertinently, but ruled throughout
by a deplorable disposition ruinous to
their own strength, restricting them to
a petty service in the sarcastic and the
small, and making them the enemies of
everything within their range that mani-
fests the height or the depth of the
unjaded human spirit. There are, in-
deed, two classes of critics in whom this
vice appears — the light and trivial, to
whom everything is but matter for witty
sparkle ; and the grave and acrimonious,
who fly more seriously, and carry venom
in their stings. But, in both, the forms
in which the spirit presents itself are
singularly alike.
One form is that of appending to
what is meant to be satirized certain
words signifying that the critic has
looked into it and found it mere im-
posture. " All that sort of thing " is a
favourite phrase for the purpose. " Civil
and religious liberty and all that sort
of thing," " High art and all that sort
of thing," "Young love and all that
sort of thing ; " is there anything
more common than such combinations ?
Then, to give scope for verbal variety,
there are such words as "Dodge" and
"Business" equally suitable. "The
philanthropic dodge," "The transcen-
dental business" — so and otherwise are
modes of thought and action fitted with
nicknames. Now, nicknames are legiti-
mate ; the power of sneering was given
to man to be used ; and nothing is more
gratifying than to see an idea which is
proving a nuisance, sent clattering away
with a hue and cry after it and a tin-
kettle tied to its tail. But the practice
we speak of is passing all bounds, and
is becoming a mere trick whereby a few
impudent minds may exercise an in-
fluence to which they have no natural
right, and abase all the more timid in-
telligence in their neighbourhood down
to their own level For against this
trick of nicknames as practised by some
of our pert gentry, what thought or fact
or interest of man, from the world's be-
ginning till now, so solemn as to be
safe? The "Hear, 0 heaven, and give
ear, 0 earth, business," " the Hamlef s
soliloquy dodge," "The death of Socrates,
martyrdom for truth, and all that sort
of thing " — where lies our security that
impudence, growing omnipotent, may
not reach even to heights like these ?
Already that intermediate height seems
to be attained, where systems of thought
that have occupied generations of the
world's intelligence, and swayed for
better or worse vast lengths of human
action, are disposed of with a sneer.
Calvinism figures, we dare say, as " the
brimstone business ; " German philo-
sophy as " the unconditioned, and all
that sort of thing;" and we may hear
ere long of one momentous direction of
recent scientific thought under the con-
venient name of "the Darwin dodge."
It would be unjust to say that the
blase spirit, wherever it is most respect-
ably represented, has yet become so im-
pertinent as this ; and it would be
peevish to suppose that a spurt of fun
may not ascend occasionally as high as
Orion himself without disrespect done
or intended. But the danger is that,
where this sarcastic mood towards con-
temporary efforts of thought or move-
ments of social zeal is long kept up
without some counteracting discipline,
the whole mind will be shrivelled into
that one mood, till all distinction of
noble and mean is lost sight of, and the
passing history of the human mind
seems but an evolution of roguery. A
Mephistopheles going about with a
Faust, whistling down his grandilo-
quence and turning his enthusiasms
into jest, is but the type perhaps of a
conjunction proper to no age in parti-
cular ; but, necessary as the conjunction
may be, who is there that would not
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rather have his own being merged in
the corporate Faust of his time than be
a part of the being of its corporate
Mephistopheles ?
A more refined manifestation of the
blasS spirit in literature occurs in a
certain cunning use of quotation-marks
for the purpose of discrediting maxims
and beliefs in popular circulation. A
word or a phrase is put within inverted
commas in a way to signify that it is
quoted not from any author in particular,
but from the common-place book of that
great blatant beast, the public. Thus I
may say " Civil and Religious Liberty,"
or "Patriotism," or "Toleration," or
"The Oppressed Nationalities," or " Phil-
anthropy," hedging the words in with
quotation-marks, so as to hint that I,
original-minded person that I am, don't
mean to vouch for the ideas correspond-
ing, and indeed, in the mighty voyage of
my private intellect, have left them far
behind. Nowhere again there is a fair and
a foul side of the practice. Frequently
by such a use of quotation-marks all
that is meant is that a writer, having no
time to adjust his own exact relations to
an idea, begs the use of it in a ge'neral
way for what it seems worth. Farther,
when more of scepticism or sarcasm is
intended, the practice may still be as
fair as it is convenient. When an idea
has been long in circulation, ten to one,
by the very movement of the collective
mind through so much of varied subse-
quent circumstance, it has ceased to
have that amount of vital relationship
to the rest of present fact and present
aspiration, which would make it fully
a truth. No harm, in such a case, in
indicating the predicament in which it
stands by quotation-marks ; no harm if
by such a device it is meant even to ex-
press more of dissent from the idea
than of remaining respect for it. The
visible inclosure within quotation-marks
is, as it were, a mechanical arrangement
for keeping a good-for-nothing idea an
hour or so in the stocks. The crowd
point their fingers at him ; the constables
will know him again; if he has any
shame left, he will be off from that
parish as soon as he is released. But all
depends on the discretion exercised by
those who award the punishment. Where
a Regan and a Cornwall are the justices,
it may be a Kent, a King's Earl and
messenger, that is put in the stocks ;
and, after his first protest, he may bear
the indignity philosophically and suffer
not a whit in the regard of the right-
minded. And so the office of deciding
what are and what are not good-for-
nothing ideas is one in which there may
be fatal mistakes. After all, the funda-
mental and hereditary articles in the
creed of the blatant beast are pretty
sure to have a considerable deal of truth
in them ; and, though it may do the old
fellow good to poke him up a bit, there is
a point beyond which it may be dangerous
to provoke him, and sophisms had better
keep out of his way. In other words,
though there may be notions or feelings
whose tenure is provisional, there are
others which humanity has set store by for
ages, and shows no need or inclination to
part with yet. It is the habit of heartlessly
pecking at these that shows a soul that
is blase. Of late, for example, it has
been a fashion with a small minority of
British writers to assert their culture by
a very supercilious demeanour towards
an idea which ought, beyond all others,
to be sacred in this island — the idea of
Liberty. Listen to them when this
notion or any of its equivalents turns
up for their notice or comment, and the
impression they give by their language
is that in their private opinion it is little
better than clap-trap. By all that is
British, it is time that this whey-faced
intellectualism should be put to the
blush ! Like any other thought or
phrase of man, Liberty itself may stand
in need of re- definition and re-explica-
tion from time to time ; but woe to any
time in which the vague old sound shall
cease to correspond, .in the actual feelings
of men, with the measureless reality of
half their being ! From the depths of
the past the sound has come down to
us ; after we are in our graves, it will
be ringing along the avenues of the
future ; and,* in the end, it will be
the test of the worth of all our philoso-
phy whether this sound has been inter-
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cepted or deadened by it, or only trans-
mitted the clearer.
What in the blast habit of mind
renders it so hurtful to the interests of
literature is that it introduces into all
departments a contentedness with the
proximate — i.e. with the nearest thing
that will do. For real power, for really
great achievement in any department of
intellect, a certain fervour of feeling, a
certain avidity as for conquest, a certain
disdain of the petty circle within the
horizon as already one's own and pos-
sessed, or, at the least, a certain quiet
hopefulness, is absolutely necessary.
But let even a naturally strong mind
catch the contagion of the Blase, and this
spur is gone. The near then satisfies —
the near in fact, which makes History
poor and beggarly ; the near in doctrine,
which annuls Speculative Philosophy,
and provides instead a miscellany of
little tenets more or less shrewd ; the
near in imagination, which checks in
Poetry all force of wing. I believe that
this defect may be observed very exten-
sively in our current literature, appear-
ing in a double form. In the first place,
it may be seen affecting the personal lite-
rary practice of many men of ability and
culture far beyond the average, making
them contented on all subjects with that
degree of intellectual exertion which
simply clears them of the Trite and
brings them to the first remove from
commonplace, and thus gradually un-
fitting them for the larger efforts for
which nature may have intended them.
There are not a few such men — the
cochin-chinas of literature, as one might
call them ; sturdy in the legs, but with
degenerate power of flight. In the
second place, the same cause produces
in these men and in others, when they
act as critics, a sense of irritation and
of offended taste (not the less mean
that it is perfectly honest), when they
contemplate in any of their contempo-
raries the gestures and evolutions of an
intellect more natural than their own.
The feeling is that which we might sup-
pose in honest poultry, .regarding the
movements of unintelligible birds over-
head : such movements do, to the
poultry, outrage all principles of correct
ornithology. Let any one who wishes to
understand more particularly what is
meant, read the speeches of the Grecian
chiefs in council in Shakespeare's Troilus
and Cressida, and then fancy how such
a bit of writing would fare at the hands
of many literary critics now-a-days, if
it came before them anonymously. But
it is, perhaps, as an influence tending to
arrest the development of speculative
thought, specially so called, that the
distaste of so many literary men for all
but the proximate operates most detri-
mentally. The habit of sneering at
Speculative Philosophy, both name and
thing, is a world too common among men
who ought to know better. Sneer as
they wOl, it has been true from the
beginning of time, and will be true to
the end, that the precise measure of the
total intellectual worth of any man, or
of any age, is the measure of the specu-
lative energy lodged in him, or in it.
Take our politics of the last twelve
years for an example. How much of
British political writing during these
years has consisted in vilification of
certain men, basing their theories on
elementary principles, and styled vision-
aries or fanatics accordingly. And yet,
if matters are well looked at, these very
men are now seen to be the only men
who apprehended tendencies rightly ;
they alone have not had to recant ; and it
is the others — the from-hand-to-mouth
men in politics — that have turned out
to be the fools.
Besides other partial remedies that
there may be for the wide-spread and
still spreading vice of the Blase among
our men of intellect, there may be in
reserve, for aught we know, some form
of that wholesale remedy by which
Providence in many an instance hitherto
has revived the jaded organisms of na-
ti6ns. Those fops in uniform, those
loungers of London clubs and ball-
rooms, who a few years ago used to be
the types to our wits of manhood grown
useless, from whose lips even their
mother-speech came minced and clipped
for very languor of life, — how in that
Eussian peninsula they straightened
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themselves, the fighting English demi-
gods ! So, should it be the hap of our
nation to find itself ere long in the
probation of some such enterprise of all
its strength, some such contest of life
and death, as many foresee for it, little
doubt that then, in the general shaking
which shall ensue, fallacies shall fall
from it like withered leaves, and meaner
habits with them, and that then many
a mind to which at present the sole
competent use of pen or of voice seems
to be in a splenetic service of small
sarcasm, shall receive a noble rouse for
the service of the collective need.
Meanwhile, in these yet clear heavens,
and ere the hurricane com.es that shall
huddle us together, it is for any one
here and there that, having escaped
the general taint of cynicism, has
dared to propose to himself some
positive intellectual labour of the old
enthusiastic sort, to secure the neces-
sary equanimity by pre-arranged and
persevering solitude.
ANNALS OF AN INDUSTRIAL SCHOOL.
BY THE DEAN OF ELY.
THIS is the age of Reformatories. Judges
have declared against the cruelty of
awarding punishment, pure and simple,
to those whose chief fault is utter neglect
on the part of parents to teach them
what is right, or diligence in teaching
them what is wrong ; clergymen have
preached about it ; Parliaments have
voted upon it ; public meetings have
declared against it ; and, what is still
better, Mettray, Eedhill, and hundreds
of other similar asylums for young
offenders have been established, and
have proved the possibility, and there-
fore the duty, of reforming wicked boys,
instead of severely whipping them, or
confining them, or hanging them. So
undeniable has the reformatory success
been, that we have almost ceased to hear
the plausible argument that bad boys
are taken care of, and honest boys
left to shift for themselves. The Chris-
tian instinct of warm-hearted people
long ago burst through the bonds which
this argument would lay upon them, and
we now see clearly enough that the
argument was only a sophism, and that
the real answer to it is this, that wicked-
ness is like a loathsome infectious dis-
ease, and that to remove a bad case to a
hospital is not more a kindness to the
patient tban an act of mercy to the
neighbourhood. In fact, the reforma-
tory work done by the removal of a
clever ringleader in wickedness is by no
means to be measured by the benefit
conferred upon the individual, or even
by the advantage to society of having
one knave transformed into an honest
member ; the reformation of your one
knave probably breaks up a gang, and
leaves many lads, who would soon have
joined the same, to the more wholesome
influence of their pastors and masters.
Within my own knowledge, the estab-
lishment of a reformatory for a small
number of boys, in the neighbourhood
of a large city, almost immediately pro-
duced a marked effect upon the number
of juvenile offenders brought before the
magistrates.
Nevertheless, every one feels that a
poor lad who has never been committed
for stealing, but who is quite willing to
steal if occasion offer, a young thief in
posse, if not in esse, can make out some-
thing of a case against reformatories, if
they shut their doors upon him as not
being one of the brotherhood. Have
you ever been in gaol ? No. Are you
a thief 1 Not by profession ; and my
doings in that way have been so small,
that I scarcely deserve the name. I am
afraid, my boy, you will not do for us.
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But' I have no objection to steal, says
the boy ; only try me, and you shall see
that there is no bar' to my becoming a
thief to-morrow. WelLl then, become
a thief, and, when you are one, we will
take you in hand and reform you.
There is enough of truth in this cari-
cature to make us glad that there are
such things as Industrial Schools and
Boys' Homes, to which the passport is
not juvenile crime, but rather juvenile
misery and misfortune. In every large
town there are many boys, (and girls
too, but I am just now speaking of boys
only,) who are not actually criminal, but
who are very likely to become so in
times of idleness, and under the influ-
ence of temptation ; boys of careless
parents, or bad parents ; neglected
orphans ; boys brought up to no trade ;
boys who have never been educated,
and who have forgotten even the smat-
tering of knowledge they picked up at
the National School ; boys who play at
pitch-farthing at street-corners, or hang
about railway stations, or sweep cross-
ings, or beg for coppers, or do anything
else but work for an honest livelihood
and prepare themselves to become honest
men and good citizens. What is to be
done for these boys ? The true phi-
losophy of healing involves a careful
diagnosis of the disease. In this case
the disease is, fundamentally, idleness ;
the cure is industry. The idleness is in
a certain sense artificial ; the industry
must be artificial too.
It was with such views as these that,
some years ago, a school was established
in Cambridge under the name of the
Cambridge Industrial School. The
school is still flourishing and virtually
doing a great deal of reformatory work.
Many boys who have been in the school
are now well-conducted, useful men ;
not a few owe to the training which
they received in it all that they are, and
all that they hope to be ; and some of
the cases are so striking, that I think
many of the readers of this magazine
will thank me for putting before them
the simple annals of several poor lads,
which they will find a little further on.
First, however, let me say a few words
concerning the organization and princi-
ples of the school in question. I will
speak of it with as much fairness as it
is possible to speak of a child which
you have nursed from the cradle, and
watched through its teething and other
infantine infirmities ; and I would say,
once for all, that whatever good may
have come from the school, is due (under
God) not so much to its organization as
to the superlative qualifications for the
work possessed by the master whom
the managers were fortunate enough to
engage. I can easily conceive that an
Industrial School might be established,
apparently upon the same principles as
that at Cambridge, and might fail ; I
have no doubt there are fit men to be
had ; only it must be remembered that
the qualifications are such as can hardly
be gained by training. With regard to
some of them, at least, the Industrial
Master nasdtur, nonjit.
The Cambridge Industrial School was
intended for about fifty boys ; and some-
times there have been more than that
number in attendance — generally less.
The boys may or may not be criminal ;
inquiry is of course made as to their
history, but no objection is made on the
score of not possessing a certificate of
roguery. The school has about six or
seven acres of land in spade cultivation,
and the working of this land is the
staple occupation of the boys. The land
is a cold, heavy clay, and was terrible
work for the boys at first, but it has
given way to the general reformatory
influences of the place, and is now very
manageable and docile. Besides the
field or garden work, there is a work-
shop, in which the boys pursue the use-
ful occupations of tailoring and shoe-
malung, becoming snips or snobs accord-
ing to fancy — only with this reservation,
that a boy who has once declared for
breeches must not go to boots, nor vice
versd. Further industrial employment
is afforded by a greenhouse ; and there
is a tolerably extensive piggery, the in-
mates of which may indeed be regarded
as liberal subscribers to the institution,
and amongst its most energetic sup-
porters.
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In addition to the workshop there
are two rooms, one for the feeding of
the mind, the other for that of the body.
A certain portion of each day is passed
in the former occupation, under the
direction of the head master, who also
superintends the outdoor exercises : this
is an essential part of the plan — the
field and the school act and react upon
each other : the former is the place for
exercising the virtues instilled in the
latter, and any faults which appear in
the field can be discussed and corrected
afterwards in school. The feeding is
confined to one meal a day. I do not
mean that the boys eat no more ; but
only one meal is provided by the school
funds ; whatever else is necessary to
support life the boys are obliged to find
for themselves. Hence there is small
temptation to enter the school on false
pretences ; the 'maxim of little to eat
and plenty to do, serves to keep away
all those who are not proper subjects
for the school's reformatory operations.
The admission is entirely free. In
the first instance a small payment was
demanded, — twopence per week ; and I
remember the case of a sturdy boy who
used to work hard at the school all day,
and then go round with' a basket calling
" Trotters ! " through the streets of Cam-
bridge all the evening in order to pay his
school fee and find himself breakfast.
But it was found, after some experience,
that the payment of twopence per week
excluded many whom it was desirable,
above all others, to take in, and the
rule was consequently abrogated.
The school has been open for exactly
ten years. During this period nearly
400 boys have passed through it. These
have remained for longer or shorter
times, as the case might be : some
attending regularly for several years ;
others coming for a time, then getting
work, then returning when work is not
to be had — a practice encouraged by the
managers, and which has kept many a
poor lad out of mischief ; others again
coming for a short time, and then, on
finding steady work and cleanliness too
much for them, returning to idleness
and dirt. Thirty-four are serving her
Majesty in the army, four been in the
navy, and for about fifty of the number
good situations have been obtained
through the agency of the school. I
cannot pretend to weigh exactly the
successes against the failures. I know
that there have been some of the latter ;
I am equally sure that there have been
many of the former ; and even in cases
which have seemed to the Committee
and the master of the school quite
hopeless, a seed may have been sown
which should spring up afterwards.
This was, in fact, demonstrated to be
possible in a recent case. A boy, regarded
as nearly the worst whom the school
ever received, and who left the school
without giving the master a ray of hope,
has lately written a letter from India, in
a new strain, announcing that he is
acting as Scripture Reader in the regi-
ment to which he belongs.
I ought to add that, during the ten
years of the school's existence, the
head master has been the same, the
shoemaking-master the same, and the
tailoring-master was the same till about
two years ago, when he obtained prefer-
ment in one of the Colleges.
So much for the machinery of the
school, which I have compressed into
as short a space as possible, for fear of
wearying my readers, and in order that
I may carry them forward as quickly as
possible to that part of my paper upon
which I chiefly depend for any interest
which may attach to it. .Indeed I should
hardly have ventured to draw the still
life picture of the school, if I had not
been able to add some sketches of the
inmates, which can hardly fail to be
deemed striking : some portions of the
sketches will have the additional interest
of being drawn by the industrial boys
themselves.
I proceed, then, to give an account of
some of the boys, and extracts from letters
received from them : there are obvious
reasons why, in some cases, the names
ought not to be given, and, as they
cannot be given in some, I shall with-
hold them in all, designating the boys
by their numbers on the school register.
No. 1 was the first boy admitted
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into the school. He was an intelligent
lad, and as such had been employed as
a monitor and assistant in a national
school ; he was tempted by his love of
books to steal a considerable number
belonging to the school library, and was
ejected in consequence. Having thus
lost his character, he was picked up by
the Industrial School, where he re-
mained for about two years, when he
was recommended, in consequence oi
his good conduct, to a tradesman in
Cambridge. He remained in his place
for some time, but told his master from
the first that he longed to be a soldier,
and intended to enlist when a favour-
able opportunity offered. At length
the opportunity came ; he enlisted into
a cavalry regiment, and served in the
Crimea. From the Crimea he wrote
the most affectionate letters to the
school, with many inquiries about his
former companions. At the close of
the war he was selected as the best-
behaved private of his regiment, and
sent by Government for two years'
training at Maidstone. He went out
to India, after training, as corporal, and
last Christmas was promoted to be a
sergeant. I have several letters from
him before me ; in the last, dated
Bangalore, he says, " I suppose the
" school has a very smart appearance
" by this time ; and I do hope I shall
" not be very long before I am able to
" give you a call." In the midst of
the terrible Crimean winter campaign,
he found time to use his pencil, with
which he was very clever, in drawing a
picture of himself in his sentry-box,
which he sent to the school with many
inquiries concerning his old companions.
No. 16 is a very remarkable case.
My first acquaintance with this boy
was made, after evening service, in a
church in which I had been officiating.
He was brought before me as a culprit
who had been disturbing the congrega-
tion, and was admonished and dis-
charged. He was then quite a small
boy. Growing in time to be a big one,
he became a very rough and turbulent
fellow ; was known as the bully of the
parish, and was the terror of all quiet
and orderly folks. A country girl, who
lived as servant with the master, threat-
ened to give notice if No. 16 continued
in the school ; she said he was " such a
terrible swearer, she could not bear it."
This was when he first came to the
school. After being in the school some
months, he and another boy (now a
well-conducted married man) had a
pitched battle. The master threatened
expulsion, and they both begged par-
don, and promised to do so no more.
Better days now dawned; No. 16 im-
proved rapidly ; in less than two years
from his admission he was made assist-
ant to the master, and proved most
valuable. His great strength and de-
termined character were now turned to
good account ; the roughest boys found
their master; and when they told him
that they could not leave off this or
that bad habit, he was able to tell them,
from his own experience, that he knew
it could be done. He now became a
Sunday-school teacher. This was too
much for his old companions ; they
ridiculed him in the streets and pelted
him. He told the master in distress,
that he must turn upon them some day
and give them a thrashing or get one
himself. The master told him all his
work would be undone if he did so, and
No. 16 restrained himself. Any one
who knew the fire of his eye and the
strength of his arnis would understand
how much this forbearance cost him.
One day a Colonial Bishop saw him
superintend a large gang of boys at
field-work, was struck by his skill and
power of managing his gang, and car-
ried him off as a catechist to his distant
diocese, where he is doing honour to
his Christian profession, and justifying
the Bishop's choice. I have abundance
of this young man's letters before me
as I write. They are in every way well
written; they are full of affection to
his old master ; they breathe a genuine
missionary spirit ; and, as I read them, I
say to myself, Is it possible that the
writer can be that wild, fierce lad,
whom I remember ten years ago in the
Industrial School ?
No. 24, a fatherless lad, came to the-
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school a cripple, with crutch and stick.
He was set upon his legs by the manage-
ment of a medical gentleman, who
chanced to call at the school and per-
ceived his crippled condition ; and the
same operation was performed for him
morally by the school : for, having
earned a good character, he was ap-
prenticed to a, shoemaker, by help of
friends whom he had gained while at
school, and on easy terms in conse-
quence of the knowledge of the trade
which he had already acquired. He is
now a good workman, subscribes annu-
ally to the funds of the Industrial
School, and helps to support a widowed
mother.
No. 57 was a boy the complete treat-
ment of whose case was beyond the
appliances of the school. He had a bad
father and an infamous stepmother, who
taught him to steal. He came to the
school as young as he could be according
to the rules, but had already been in
prison several times, and was in prison
several times afterwards. Altogether,
the magistrates had him before them
fifteen times ! Notwithstanding this
tendency to steal, the master of the
school spoke well of him, and, indeed,
said that anything might be done with
him, if he had only a fair chance ; and
when I went to see him in gaol, the
governor gave the same account of him.
The Industrial School had not the means
of taking him entirely away from tempta-
tion for a time, and the good resolutions
of the day were destroyed by the bad
home influences of evening. After he
had been liberated from gaol for the last
time, a lady who supports a private
reformatory, and whose name may be
guessed by those versed in reformatory
matters, but shall not be revealed by
me, offered, in the kindest manner pos-
sible, to recaive a boy from the school if
there chanced to be one to whom an
absolute removal to a reformatory would
be beneficial. No. 57 was precisely the
case and accordingly No. 57 was sent to
the reformatory, in which he realized
the best hopes that had been formed of
him, and was eventually sent to America
by his kind patroness, where he is
No. 7. — VOL. n.
flourishing as assistant in a large store,
and seems likely to become a substantial
Yankee. This boy frequently writes to
the schoolmaster, in the most affectionate
terms.
I give one extract. Referring to a
domestic affliction in the master's family,
he writes : — " Gladly would I, if I was
near you, do all I could for you ; for I
feel as if I could not do enough to pay
for the kindness you always showed
towards me : but I hope that I shall
have the privilege, some time, to do you
a kindness in some way or other. I was
very glad indeed to hear such an account
of . I know it must cheer your
heart to hear such accounts of the boys
that have been with you, and that you
can see that your labour was not in vain.
I know that, had you cast me off, I should
have been a ruined man."
No. 60 is the son of a shoemaker in
Cambridge, a first-rate workman, who
had an unfortunate dislike to maintain
his wife and family, and positively went
to prison, and afterwards to the Union
workhouse, rather than support them.
The boy was very ill-behaved at times,
intensely fond of smoking, and much
addicted to bad language. However, he
improved very considerably ; and at
length, through the efforts of the Com-
mittee, was apprenticed in Her Majesty's
navy. He writes to the master with the
same warm affection that characterises
other letters of which I have spoken ;
and in one of his letters, from Plymouth,
he says, — " I should very much like to
come to Cambridge for two days, but I
shall not have money enough, as I am
very happy to tell you that I have done
what I know I am right to do ; that is,
to assist my mother, which I have felt
a great deal since I have been at sea ;
and I feel just as well as if I had the
money myself, for I should only spend
it in waste, and be no better for it. I
have left <£! every month for this last
twelvemonth, and that is ever since I
have been able to do so."
No. 68 was a very bad boy before
coming to the school. The master fre-
quently received petitions that he would
punish him for misdemeanours in the
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parish where he lived; but this he
deemed to be out of his jurisdiction ; on
one occasion, however, having committed
an offence within the school, the master
punished him very severely, and with
such effect as to produce an almost im- ,
mediate change. The lad's improvement
was so marked, that the master felt
justified in recommending him to a lady
who wanted a servant-boy ; he behaved
himself in the situation admirably for
three years, when he moved into a
family of distinction, in which he is now
living as butler, and from which he
writes to the master with the feelings
of a child to a father.
No. 110 came from the National
School, to the great joy of the master of
the same, who said that he could do
nothing with him, nor make anything
of him. However, he soon began to
improve, and was taken out by Arch-
deacon Mackenzie, a warm friend of the
school and member of its committee, to
Natal, where he is still, and bears an
excellent character.
This list might be easily extended;
but it is already long enough for its
purpose. It does not prove that an in-
dustrial school is sufficient to reform all
the juvenile population of a large town,
but it certainly shows that it may be the
means of doing great good, and that
many a poor lad may be lifted by its
agency from misery and criminality.
Nor is it a very expensive piece of
machinery : the only expensive part of
the business is the supply of dinners to
the boys, and, in the most extravagant
times, I believe, the price of a dinner
has never mounted up to twopence,
while it has generally been much less :
and the appearance of the school on the
outskirts of the town, with its neat
garden, and busy workshops, and gan«
of industrious lads, whose faces show
clearly enough what would be their
employment if they were not there, is a
sight 'to do good to the hearts of the
inhabitants. Indeed, if the question
be regarded from an entirely financial
point of view, and the expense of the
school be set against 4he expense of
prosecuting the boys and keeping them
in gaol, I have no doubt that an indus-
trial school far more than pays itself.
Yet, after all, the success turns very
much upon .the master, as might be ex-
pected from the reason of the thing, and
as any one would perceive, who visited
the Cambridge Industrial School, or
who examined the letters which I have
had before me while writing this paper,
and from which I have given a few ex-
tracts. It is the combination of extreme
kindness of heart, and true Christian
devotion to a great work, with a clear
head and iron determination to be
obeyed, that can alone ensure success.
It is manifest from their own letters,
that every one of the boys, whose cases
I have chronicled above, look upon the
master as their father, and upon the
school as the home of their best feel-
ings. The same sentiment has ever
pervaded the school. Poor lads ! many
of them never knew much of parental
kindness and of home affections, until
they found these blessed influences
there. What is to be done, said I one
day to an Inspector of Schools, who was
bemoaning the depravity of much of the
juvenile population in his district —
what is to be done to bring about an
improvement ? We must find a number
of men, was the answer, like the master
of your Industrial School.
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THE CAMBEIDGE UNIVEKSITY BOAT OF 1860.
BY G. O. TREVELYAN, TRIKITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.
IN accordance with a custom established for some years past, the following
lines were written, by request, before the event of the contest. Whether they
had a Tyrtaean effect may be doubted: their prophetic attributes cannot be
denied. The allusions are of a local nature, but the general interest excited by
the race may justify their insertion. It may be well to remind our readers of the
names of the oarsmen, and their position in the boat.
1. S. HEATHCOTE, Trinity. 6. B. N. CHERRY, Clare.
2. H. J. CHAYTOR, Jesus. 7. A. H. FAIRBAIRN, Trinity.
3. D. INQLES, Trinity. 8. J. HALL, Magdalene.
4. J. S BLAKE, Corpus. j T- MoRLAND Trinit
5. M. COVENTRY, Tnmty Hall. Coxswain.
SOME twenty years back, o'er his nectar one day,
King Jove to the gods in Olympus did say : —
" Degenerate mortals, it must be confessed,
Grow smaller each year round the arm and the chest.
Not ten modern navvies together could swing
The stone that great Ajax unaided did fling.
They may talk of their Heenan, and Paddock, and Nat :
I'll bet that old Milo, though puny and fat>
Would thrash the whole ring, should they come within range,
From slashing Tom Sayers to sneaking Bill Bainge.
I've determined, as plain as the staff of a pike,
To show to the world what a man should be like.
Go fetch me some clay : no, not that common stuff,
But the very best meerschaum — and fetch me enough.
I'll make eight hearty fellows, all muscle and bone,
Their average weight shall be hard on twelve stone ;
With shoulders so broad, and with arms so well hung,
So lithe in the loins, and so sound in the lung ;
And because I love Cambridge, my purpose is fixed, I
Will make them her crew in the year eighteen sixty."
Stand by me, dear reader, and list to my song,
As our boat round Plough-corner comes sweeping along.
I'll point out each hero, and tell you his name,
His college, his school, and his titles to fame.
No fear of a crowd ; towards the end of the course
They have left all behind but a handful of horse.
To keep at their side on the gods you must call
For the wind of a tutor of Trinity Hall.
One stroke, and they're on us. Quick ! Left face and double !
Look hard at the bow ; he is well worth the trouble.
c2
The Cambridge University Boat of 1860.
'Tis Heathcote, the pride of First Trinity Club,
The boast of our eight, and the tale of our tub.
No Oxonian so gay but will tremble and wince
As he watches the oar of our gallant Black Prince.
Who can think on that morn without sorrow and pain
"When valour proved futile, and skill was in vain ?
As they watched the light jerseys all swimming about,
The nymphs of the Thames, with a splash and a shout,
Cried, " Thanks to rude Boreas, who, wishing to please us,
Has sent to our arms Harry Chaytor of Jesus."
Next comes David Ingles, and long may he live,
Adorned with each laurel our river can give.
Had the Jews seen our David but once on the throne,
They would not have thought quite so much of their own.
Deign then to accept this my humble petition,
And make me your chief and your only musician :
And so, when you've passed, as you will do with ease,
I'll sing you, my David, a Song of Degrees.
Oh, blame not the bard if at thought of his section
The blood in his temples with vanity tingles :
"Who would not dare deeds worth a world's recollection
With a sergeant like Heathcote, a corporal like Ingles.
Old Admiral Blake, as from heaven he looks down,
Bawls out to his messmates — " You lubberly sinners,
Three cheers for my namesake ! I'll bet you a crown
He'll thrash the Oxonians as I thrashed the Mynheers."
Here's Coventry next, but not Patmore, no, no !
Not an " angel " at all, but a devil to row.
Should Louis Napoleon next August steam over,
With scarlet-breeched Zouaves, from Cherbourg to Dover,
We'll send him to Coventry : won't he look blue,
And wish he was back with his wife at St. Cloud ?
A problem concerning the man who rows six,
Puts many high wranglers quite into a fix :
James Stirling himself, as he candidly owns,
Can't conceive how a Cherry can have thirteen stones.
But oh for the tongue of a Dizzy or Cairns,
Thou fairest and strongest of Trinity's bairns,
To tell how your fellow-collegians in vain
Of the veal and the Peter-house pudding complain,
Of the greasy old waiters, and rotten old corks,
And the horrors that lurk 'twixt the prongs of the forks.
Men point to your muscles, and sinews, and thews, sir,
The wonder and envy of many a bruiser ;
And say that our grumbling exceeds all belief,
So well have you thriven on Trinity beef.
But how shall I worthily celebrate you,
The hope of our colours, the joy of our crew ?
Shall I sing of your pluck, or the swing of your back,
Or your fierce slashing spurt, most redoubtable Jack ?
The world never saw such a captain and cargo
Since Jason pulled stroke in the good ship the Argo.
And oh, when you pass to the mansions above,
Look down on your Cambridge with pity and love I
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Loch-na-Diomhair — The Lake of the Secret. 21
Then, on some future day of disaster and woe,
When the wash surges high, and our fortunes are low,
When Oxford is rowing three feet to our two,
And victory frowns on the flag of light blue,
Oh, then may our captain in agony call
On the 'varsity's guardian angel, Jack Hall !
You may search the whole coast from Land's End to North Foreland,
But where will you find such a steersman as Morland ?
Just look at him peering, as sharp as a rat,
From under his rum little shaggy black hat.
Let all honest Cambridge men fervently pray
That our pet Harrow coxswain, for once in a way,
Though as valiant a sergeant as any we know,
On Saturday next may show back to the foe.
So at night, when the wine-cups all mantling are seen
(Whatever the mantling of wine-cups may mean),
With your temper at ease, and your muscles unstrung,
And your limbs 'neath the table right carelessly flung,
As you press to your lips the beloved nut-brown clay,
So cruelly widowed for many a day :
Oh, then as one man may the company rise,
With joy in their hearts, and with fire in their eyes,
Pour out as much punch as would set her afloat,
And drink long and deep to our conquering boat !
March 24th, 1860.
LOCH-NA-DIOMHAIR— THE LAKE OF THE SECEET.
A HIGHLAND FLIGHT.
BY GEORGE CUPPLES.
I. necessary plans of departure. A sudden
HOW WE SET OUT FOR IT— ICKERSON occurrence had just rendered that de-
^P j parture indispensable, nay, required that
it should be immediate ; if possible, with-
DOWN on the little rustic landing-pier out even the delay we now made ; above
before Inversneyd Hotel, by Loch- all, without so much as re-entering the
Lomond edge, my friend Tckerson and door of the hotel. Yet not only was
I had sought a few minutes' breathing- our modest bill to be settled, and the
time for private consultation in an few travelling encumbrances of one of
unexpected dilemma ; which, however us to be regained from the lobby -table ;
absurd, was real. Ere many more we had also to consider our first steps of
minutes elapsed, our present refuge escape, the most critical of all, and for a
would be taken from us ; though at brief space to deliberate as to the precise
that instant it was the sole spot, round track that must be taken, by now recur-
the noisy falls made classical by Words- ring to our only clue in the matter. This
worth, and the noisier place of entertain- clue was to be found in the letter of
ment for tourists, where we could hope our mutual friend, Moir from London,
to hear each other, or arrange our whom we were to join at a certain spot
Loch-na-Diomhair — The Lake of the Secret.
which he thus indicated and described :
the letter was fortunately in my posses-
sion still, and over it were we here
holding council On Ickerson's part,
with the help of " a few post-jentacular
inhalations," as he in his colossal manner
was pleased to phrase it, "from that
fragrant weed which so propitiates
clearness of thought, and tends to pro-
mote equanimity in action." For me,
I was too conscious of the energy our
situation demanded, to share any such
indulgence. The action/ not the equa-
nimity, was what our peculiar circum-
stances then required. As the prompt
cigar to the contemplative meerschaum,
so were we to each other.
" To think," broke out my companion,
meditatively, "that he should have taken
the same direction as ourselves — joining
these snobbish pedestrians, too, at such
an early hour — and without Mrs. Blythe
and the other ladies, whom — "
" Whom, you may depend upon it,"
I interrupted with impatience, "the
droskies from the Trosachs Inn will
bring up behind him, in ten minutes
more, luggage and all. Then, do you see
that smoke yonder, through the haze on
the water?" I pointed emphatically
down the lake. "That is the first
steamer from Balloch, of course, which
will soon pour on this spot a whole mob
from Glasgow — yes, Glasgow" repeated
I, significantly eyeing my friend "I
now see it all ! He expected Glasgow
friends, don't you recollect? He ex-
pected one in particular — have you
forgot whom ? " And it was evident,
despite Ickerson's wished-for equanimity
(strictly speaking, a disposition to im-
promptitude in cases of action), that he
began to shudder; while my own un-
easiness did not prevent me from push-
ing the advantage thus obtained over
his too lethargic nature. " Yes ; it was
M'Killop, whom he must have come
on to meet, and to concert with as to
choice of summer quarters. The moment
the steamer's paddles are heard, he'll
be down to welcome him — M'Killop
will see us at once, even if Trellington
Blythe should not — both will recog-
nise us — both be surprised — both be on
the scent. After which, all is of course
lost!"
" Horrible ! True. Very disagree-
able and awkward, I must say," re-
sponded my friend ; for once lowering
that censer-like appurtenance of his, with
one of his least phlegmatic or pro-
vokingly-placid expressions of counte-
nance. "For really, after all Dr. Blythe's
own openness and manifest inclination
to our society, we did leave him some-
what abruptly, perhaps, at the Trosachs
yesterday forenoon ; without making
him aware, either, of the intention,
which, by the way, my dear Brown,"
remarked Ickerson gravely, " I did not
know till you stated it just before.
Much less, that Moir had described his
whereabouts to you."
A mild reproach was designed, but I
affected unconsciousness of it ; not even
smiling as I echoed this remorseful
strain. "The worst of it was," I re-
minded him, "it might seem a base
advantage to take, that we walked off on a
Sabbath afternoon, when the doctor and
his family were absent at kirk, as be-
came his public character and standing.
I do not understand a Gaelic service,
however orthodox my turn of mind,
whereas you, you know, though sus-
pected of latitudinarian views, are quite
familiar with the tongue." At this
home-thrust, again did Ickerson wince :
he looked uncomfortably over his
shoulder to the Inversneyd Hotel, where
our learned fellow-citizen and late inn-
mate at the Trosachs was despatching
breakfast, all unconscious of our abject
vicinity to him : then in front, toward
the growing vapour which brought
M'Killop, he gazed with a dismay far
more apparent.
The truth was, I had felt doubtful
up to the last moment of Ickerson.
Happily, Sundays do fall amongst the
Trosachs, and after unintentionally en-
countering the Blythe party there, we
had availed ourselves without much con-
sideration of that circumstance, together
with our needing no vehicles, to take far
more than the proper seventh-day's
journey in advance of our estimable
acquaintance. I myself had inferred,
Loch-na-Diomhair — The Lake of the Secret.
23
too hastily, that he was to retrace his
steps toward the direction of Loch Tay
and Dunkeld. A most estimable person
is Dr. Trellington Blythe, F.S.A. and
Ph.D. Heid. ; and at home we knew
him particularly well, but never had
suspected him of the condescension of a
Highland tour, or of his betaking himself
to fishing ; much less of his looking out
for good, retired summer quarters for
himself and family, "in some secluded
district of the mountain country, con-
tiguous to water — within reach of agree-
able acquaintance — yet not hackneyed,
not hackneyed, sir." Such, neverthe-
less, had been his confidential words to
us, in MacGregor's baronial-looking
hostelry by Loch-Katrine, while we
took our last evening rummer of Glen-
Dronach toddy near him • he confining
himself, as usual, to soda-water, and
several times, with a frown, sniffing at
the nicotine odour of Ickerson's clothes.
For it must be said that the latter is
singularly regardless of people's pre-
judices, even in sundry other uncouth
traits : yet, strangely enough, there is a
favour for him none the less universal
among his acquaintances, Dr. T. B. in-
cluded ; still more, perhaps, Mrs. T. B.,
a very pretty-looking woman with highly
aesthetic tastes. When agreeable society
was referred to, that lady had not failed
to glance our way ; as if it were a pity
we were but pedestrianizing in a trans-
ient manner, without aim or purpose
beyond an occasional day's fishing near
the road. In fact, we had not indicated
any purpose at all. Far from Ickerson's
knowing at the time that we had one, I
was aware of his easy temperament, his
too-passive or too-transient disposition,
over which a superior will possessed
great influence ; and even to him also,
I had as yet concealed my knowledge of
our friend Moir's discovery ; I had ex-
pressed an interest in the same scenery,
towards Dunkeld, which the Blythes
had in contemplation, with a similar
desire to behold the tomb of Eob Eoy
in passing, and probably explore the
Tude vicinity of Loch Earn, then to wit-
ness the Celtic games of St. Fillan's. The
reality was, I well knew the difficulty
of escape from that peculiar instinct, if
once set upon our track, which pertains
to one whom I may call a philanthropic
Beagle — delicacy forbidding the word
Bore.
Yet here was Trellington Blythe again,
after all my pains, most imminently at
hand in the hotel coffee-room, snatch-
ing a hasty luncheon before he issued
forth. Genially fraternizing with a whole
band of eager tourists from the road,
whose knapsacks, and wide-awakes, and
volumes of Scott and "Wordsworth, had
scared us both as they rushed in upon
the debris of our glorious Highland
breakfast ; though Ickerson had only
gazed his supine dismay, indiscrimi-
nately regarding ^them, till I perceived
the direr apparition behind, and drew
him with me in our retreat by an op-
posite door. Somewhat unprepared for
immediate renewal of active measures
we were, it must be owned ; at least in
my friend's case. Since Ickerson's per-
sonal vigour and capacity for exertion,
combined with a singular faculty for
abstinence when needful, are propor-
tionate to his stature and his thews,
rendering, perhaps, indispensable on his
part those few ruminative whiffs. I
could well have spared, certainly, that
formal replenishment of a meerschaum
resembling a calumet, that careful re-
placement of the ashes, and that scru-
pulous ignition, that studious conscious-
ness of every fume. Was it possible
that he had hesitated to support me, till
I had fortunately recollected the certain
advent of M'Killop that very day ? — did
a hankering still possess him after the
Egyptian fleshpots of Mrs. Blythe and
her elegant cousins, heedless of the doc-
tor's own educational theories, and his
feeling remarks on^nature ? Could he so
forget what was at stake in the prospect
of that delicious solitude which Moir
had lit upon, and to which at that mo-
ment we alone possessed the key? Could
it possibly enter into his mind to avoid
further ambiguity in the affair by his
usual absurd candour, and, for the sake
of future relations with the Trellington
Blythes, to propose allowing them the
opportunity, so much after their own
24
Loch-na-Diomliair — The Lake of the Secret.
hearts, of sharing our expected delight 1
I declare, if so, that then and there
I could savagely have quarrelled with
him, despite our long, close friendship,
had not the simple fact about Mr.
M'Killop saved me. The editor of the
Daily Tribune is a man whom, though
I dislike, I do not fear. Whereas the
intense repugnance towards him, almost
the superstitious dread, entertained by
Mark Ickerson, with all his equanimity,
is something unaccountable. We were
both aware that Mr. M'Killop had a
wife and many daughters, that the par-
liamentary season was just about over,
and the dearth of news to be made up
for by sporting matters alone ; so when
it struck me like a flash of lightning
that he too was on the outlook for
summer quarters, with the desire to
lodge his family where the Tribune
might still be cared for amidst his own
race and original language, need it be
wondered that I avowed the conviction
to Ickerson, or that Ickerson was utterly
overcome ?
Urged by haste, though inwardly
triumphant, I had but to take out again
our London friend's epistle from Loch-
na-Diomhair ; and for Ickerson's benefit,
while he suspended his meerschaum
anxiously, to retrace the considerate
chart of our way which the postscript
contained. Its first bearings and guide-
marks were identically before us from
that spot, far over amongst the sinewy
mountain-shoulders which press from
westward on the lake, reflected below
more softly; above, too, in the Alps of
Arrochar that overpeak these, remote
beyond record even in that magic mirror.
It was a blessed picture still farther in
the unseen background, which the letter
itself conjured up ; the ecstatic affirma-
tion from Frank Moir of an absolute
Highland Arcadia undetected by guide-
books, which, allowing for some acci-
dental rose-colour of a personal kind,
he was not yet too much cockneyfied to
appreciate ; while, to us, in our holiday
escape from rote and toil, from the
weary hack-round and daily trouble, it
was a precious refreshment to hear of.
To one of us, lately fagged to the ut-
most, and bitterly disciplined by expe-
rience, it was a longing, desperate
necessity of the very life and brain,
the heart and soul. We now certified
ourselves there, that we had only to
ferry across forthwith, then hold those
peaks upon a certain side, and then the
way afterwards was scarcely to be mis-
taken ; until we should perceive that
other mountain, of shape unique and
indubitable position, which oversha-
dowed the very entrance to the secluded
glen of the Macdonochies. I myself,
pure Goth as I was, had some practice
in Highland wanderings ; as to Ickerson,
he was an Islesman, familiar from youth
with the tongue of the Gael as with his
school Latin or college Greek, almost his
daily German ; claiming distant Celtic
blood, actually pretending, in his slow,
elephantine, Teutonic humour, to " have
a Tartan," with right to the kilt and
eagle's feather. Though stamped by
name and aspect, as by inner nature,
true son of old Scandinavian sea-riders,
having the noble viking always in him,
sometimes the latent Berserkir like to
flash forth ; otherwise inexperienced,
impractical, the mere abstracted quietist,
who might use the eyes and help the
active energy of a companion that knew
the world.
It was hot already. By the nearest
route it must be a good long afternoon's
tramp for us, even from the opposite
shore of Benlomond, where the light
would glare and the heat would broil
above us. As for fear of weather or
change, it had varied too long before,
for any fear of it now from me; although
Ickerson looked up into the very bright-
ness of the sky, and away at some mist
about the distinctest mountains, saying,
in his queer, quasi-prophetic manner,
that it would rain to the west. I only
set some store by him in the matter, be-
cause he nonetheless resolutely put up his
pipe, stretched his large limbs, and rose,
professing himself ready. He, indeed !
the half-abstracted, half-sagacious mon-
ster of good luck that I have often found
him ! — it was not lie who needed to go
back into the hotel lobby, facing the full
glare of those spectacles in the sunlight,
Loch-na-Diomhair — The Lake of the Secret.
25
"before we could again abscond ; for he
invariably had borne his fishing-rod
about with him in the compendious
form of that huge walking-staff which he
now struck upon the ground so promptly,
and his plaid was always over his shoul-
der, enveloping in one fold that simple
oilskin parcel of his. It was not he who
had become responsible to the waiter for
our charges, nor who had left his well-
compacted impedimenta, with every essen-
tial of pedestrian comfort, on the hall
table ; and despite his solemn conster-
nation at the reiterated statement, it is
impossible to get rid of a belief, from one
scarce perceptible twinkle of his eye,
that the hypocrite enjoyed it. " Being
conscious of my own deficiences in the
practical department," said he, with that
provoking Orcadian accent, occasionally
similar to a snuffle, "I have to guard
against them, or rather, my worthy
aunt and cousins have ;" uplifting and
surveying his whole outfit with an air of
innocent satisfaction. " But would he —
the doctor, I mean — seeing you alone, my
dear Brown, do you think, be so eager to
accost you as you suppose 1 To wish to
— that is, to persevere in having you of
his party — that is to say, I — as you feel
it disagreeable — perhaps he may not, in
fact, care for your proximity and a — a
— what particular exploration you might
contemplate?"
It is true, as the fellow naively showed
himself aware, Ickerson was the chief
magnet to the Blythe party in general ;
nor am I sure to this moment that the
inestimable doctor likes me at bottom.
Well knowing, therefore, that I could
trust myself alone, even with Trellington
Blythe, I at once cut the knot by pro-
viding that my companion should forth-
with skirt the lake towards the ferry-
boat, while I, at every hazard, would
boldly rush up to the hotel. Struck by
a sudden thought at Ickerson's depar-
ture, however, I lingered instead upon
the pier, as the steamer came plashing
up. Already the doctor's voice was
conspicuous from the other side, hurry-
ing down among other tourists ; but the
sharp-prowed " Lady-of-the-Lake " was
quicker than he or I had calculated;
sending an eddy before her to my very
feet, when, with a roar, and a hiss, and
a clamour, she came sheering round to
float broadside in. The first face I dis-
cerned was that of M'Killop of the
Daily Tribune, high on one paddle-box,
through the steam which contrasted
with his sandy whiskers, carpet-bag
and umbrella in hand, firmly looking
for the shore. His eye was in a mo-
ment upon me ; but the motley crowd
were scarce begun to be disgorged, ere,
with a presence of mind I still plume
myself upon, I had turned and hastened
up in the van of the confusion ; meet-
ing right in the face, of course, as if
newly arrived from Glasgow, with the
good Trellington Brythe. It was the
Avork of a few seconds to make my hur-
ried and broken explanation as he stum-
bled against me — to mutter a reply to
his alarmed inquiry about Ickerson — to
nod assent to his hope of further leisure
together in the hotel — and then, leaving
him to meet his friend, to dash in for my
indispensables, settle with the waiter,
and once more escape, breathless, to the
ferry-place. There the stout-built High-
land boatmen-, of pudgy shapes, with
foxy faces, were at their oars. Ickerson
was seated, calmly waiting, beside a
rustic female of carroty locks, with
a suckling baby, whose unreserved
relations he mildly regarded, in his
own placid, all-tolerating, catholic man-
ner, dabbling his hand alongside the
while.
Why must we thus wait still, though?
Why, leaving the honorary stern sheets
vacant, and the helm untouched, must
I pass into the forepart also, beside
nursing rustics? "Somepotty is be
coming," it seems, from the boatman, " off
impoartanze." Was the place bespoken
then? Was it engaged beforehand?
They stare at me. " Aye, shis two day,
Hoo, Aye!" "Some superior person,"
gravely whispers Ickerson, " from Glas-
gow, by the steamer." We were mutu-
ally appalled by the same idea : especially
as I saw M'Killop's form with the doctor,
over the edge of the little pier, absorbed
in conversation behind the throng, in
rear of a whole stalking procession of
26
Loch-na-Diomhair — The Lake of the Secret.
females with, hats and feathers. Doubt-
less the M'Killop family ! All so near,
that, as we crouch, we can hear the
sound of their voices across the smooth
little bay; and, out of sight myself, I
can still see the distincter, warmer reflec-
tion of that able editor's gestures — nay,
what was not before visible, the very
under-brim of his furry hat, the bristling
sandiness under his full chin. He had,
on a sudden, a staring-white paper in
his hand, and, looking at it curiously,
gave it to Trellington Blythe, who
peered into it also ; till they both looked
round and round. Yet, to our joy, we
were unobserved; indeed,as they were de-
parting towards the hotel, we saw further
proof that it was none of them the boat
delayed for. A groom, from the steamer,
carrying a gun-case, leading two fine
setters, came and stepped into the boat
beside us : followed at greater leisure by
two gentlemen, both young, one plea-
sant-faced and with a military air, his
accents English ; the other under-browed
and Celtic, though darkly handsome,
with a sulky hauteur, jealous and half
awkward, that checked his friend's de-
signed complaisance towards ourselves.
We sat unheeded, therefore; while at
an abrupt motion of the hand from that
glooming young Gael, the rowers
stretched out, and he took the tiller to
steer us across for Bealach-More.
Strange to say, it was the Englishman
who wore a costume like a chief's,
while the Celt wore the fashionable
garb of to-day.
" The Macdonochy, nevertheless,"
murmured Ickerson to me. " The young
chief, that is to say, of the Macdono-
chies. " I stared. It was to the land of the
Macdonochies we were bound. " Which ? "
I whispered back — " He with the kilt
and feather ? " " No. With the long
Noah's-ark frock-coat, the peg-top trou-
sers, the Zouave cap, and first-rate boots
— on that starboard sole of which, dis-
played so unconsciously, you perceive in
small nails the advertisement of ' Dun-
can and Co., Princes Street, Edin-
burgh.3 " There was in Ickerson, as I
hinted, a slow, subterranean, subacid
humour; and he noticed things unex-
pectedly. I leant back, musing on the
doubtful likelihood of Loch-na-Diomhair
remaining an oasis long ; while the Mac-
donochy sulked at us, and talked loud
to his better-bred companion, using
French phrases ; then once or twice
superciliously drawled to the boatmen
a hideous sentence of authority, inter-
spersed with what seemed a Gaelic
oath ; to which they, rowing, droned
humbly back.
As we leapt upon the other shore of
Loch-Lomond, the road lay before us ;
wild enough at best; parting, within
sight, to a wilder one, up a stern pass,
through which brawled a headlong river.
At the parting, stood a well-equipped
dog-cart, waiting. But neither help nor
guidance was I inclined to, even from
the looks of the best-mannered friend of
the Macdonochies ; and in the wilder of
the two ways I recognised the "short
cut," of which Moir's letter spoke.
Ickerson, after another of his mystical
looks overhead and up the mountains,
silently acceded. So we escaped from
the Macdonochy also, and took the short
cut by the pass.
IL
OUR JOURNEY THITHER.
WILD, grim, desolate, it was soon, as
the sternest valley of Eephidim. Away
on either hand, drearier in their very
formlessness, began to slant without
sublimity the worn grey hill-sides, from
waste to waste. Chaotic shatterings
and tumblings here and there, driven
back upon forgotten Titans, had long
come to an end in utter stillness ; where
the lichen and moss were the sole living
things, creeping insensibly over some
huge foremost boulder, bald and blind
with storm that had been. In the sultry,
suffocating heat of that Glen-Ogie, the
very rocks gave out a faint tinkling, as
• when calcined limestone cools slowly ;
nothing else sounded but our own feet,
slipping or crackling. For Ickerson was
especially taciturn, yet in haste ; nor at
the same time abstracted, as I could have
pardoned his becoming. Thus his un-
Loch-na-Diomhair — The Lake of the Secret.
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social inood annoyed the more ; no sneer
at Ossian, nor lure to the pipe, or to the
flask of Glenlivet I bore, could draw him
out. The fellow's tone and manner be-
came positively uncomfortable, when,
grasping me by the arm with a hand which
is like a vice, he bade me turn and look
along Glen-Ogie. "We were in the bot-
tom of it. There was nothing particular
to see. That way — the other also, to-
wards which he kept that staff of his
pointed like a divining rod — was but
a wild, inarticulate, rugged ascent, with
dry rifts and gullies on both sides,
a wrinkling off through stony beds of
vanished torrents into unknown chasms ;
then up, as where avalanches had rolled
down, or volcanic eruptions had passed.
Where had the hazy sweltering sun re-
treated ? Where were our own shadows
— where the clouds — on what side, the
east, west, north, or south — and which
the vista of Glen-Ogie we had descended,
which the perspective of it we were yet
to ascend ? To tell the truth, for all I
know, we might then have steadily pro-
ceeded backward, even passing the last
nondescript clachan of human burrows
as a new one, and reaching Loch-Lomond
as if it were our lake in prospect, till we
ferried across to the supposed welcome
of Moir, and should find the embrace of
Trellington Blythe, with the exulting
recognition of M'Killop ! For a moment
I was in Ickerson's hands : so that if he
had smiled, I could have dashed him
from me. But in the most earnest
spirit of companionship, which never
shall I forget, he thrust his staff before
him like a sword, and without a word
we rushed upward together. One glimpse
was all I wanted now of the double-
headed summit of Ben-Araidh, with its
single cairn of stones.
At length, with something like a cry
of satisfaction, my friend sprang up
before me from the rocky trough, out
upon a heathery knoll. Beside us was
a small round mountain-tarn, fed by a
quick little burn from above, which again
stole out into wide-rolling moor. Over
its own vast brown shoulder I caught
sight of the bare grey top I looked for ;
slightly swathed, between, with a slight
wreath of mist. Here we quenched
our thirst ; here we gave ourselves up,
at ease, to the untroubled rapture of the
pause at that high spot, our journey's
zenith. The rest was plain before us ;
and Ickerson took out his meerschaum
once more, and smoked tranquilly again.
Too well does he meditate, my friend
Ickerson, and pour forth at length the
tenor of his meditations ; in rhapsody
that takes indeed the colour of sublime
phenomena around him, yet too much
assimilates to the other vapour he
breathes forth, till it is apt to lull one into
dreams. Had it not been to avoid this,
I do not think, in circumstances still re-
quiring care, that I should have been
tempted to join my rod together and
leave him a little, to try the upward
course of the brook. To him, forsooth,
it may be the easiest thing to put away
inveterate thoughts at will : they never
haunted or terrified him. There was
always a fund of latent power in the
fellow, which he never troubled himself
to draw upon ; because, perhaps, he was
six feet two without his shoes, with a
bone, muscle, and length of arm that set
him above need of much sparring prac-
tice with our friend Francalanza. I
soon heard him, but in the distance ;
his eyes closed, his incense ascending,
his knees up — eventually, as I looked
over my shoulder, raising by turns his
delighted feet, in real enjoyment of the
glorious hush — with the supposition,
doubtless, that the silent pea-coat beside
him was a drowsy companion. Alas !
ye dogging remembrances, ye jading and
worldly consciousnesses — ye could not
so easily be left. I followed the upward
vein of the brook, in its deep water-
course, broken and fern-fringed ; and
it is strange, though childish, how a few
minutes, which self-control could not
compose to peace, will glide away in
puerile sport and device. Rest ! — rest,
said wo ? Flight from thought, or from
the pertinacity of words and artifices ?
No — 'tis a new, eager, wild refuge of
pursuit, exultingly compensative by re-
venge for what you have feared and fled
from before : pitiless in its first savage
longings for the scent, the chase, capture,
28
Loch-na-D iomhair — The Lake of the Secret.
Mood, and for bootless relentings after.
Soon the zest grows unsatisfied : you
would fain be lulled away more tho-
roughly, on, on, by some strong salmon-
rush into deeper abysses — instead of
upward to the dribbling source of min-
nows and tadpoles — rather outward to
the frith and sea, among old former
hazards and contentions. Suddenly, too,
the very dragon-fly lost its charm — the
paltry trout scorned me in their turn,
ceasing to rise at all. What was it?
Ah. I had thought as much. Thunder
in the stifling air — thunder in those
bronze-like tints of the mountain-
shoulders, and in the livid cloud beyond
Ben Araiclh ; though his summit still
showed the distincter, above a snow-
white shroud on the lower cleft.
Mist had been spreading unawares
below, but the living burn rushed all
the livelier down beside me, a certain
clue to regain the tarn — and if I had
all at once felt a slight uncertainty of re-
collection about our friend's road-map,
my recent ascent above the obscurer at-
mosphere was fortunate for the moment.
Composedly enough, therefore, I was
about to verify my impressions by Moir's
careful letter, when I was greatly an-
noyed to find it was no longer in my
possession. Ickerson's thoughtless habits
occurred to me, and a redoubled anxiety
now urged the precipitate speed I at
once put forth to rejoin him, down the
course of the stream ; impatient of every
turn by which it wound, now glittering
upward to a levin-flash, now sullenly
plunging downward from the thunder-
echoes. Not for myself did I shudder
then, but for him — him, Ickerson, my
heedless friend, doubly dear to me in
those moments of remembrance. For
well did I know what was the character
of a Highland " speat " from the hills.
The welter and roar of its foaming outlet
was along with me, neck and neck,
among the mist and the wind-stirred
bracken, right to the shore of that wild
black tarn, sulkily splashing where dry
heath had been. Heavens ! Was my
foreboding realized so darkly ! Not a
trace of him — he was gone — his very
couching-place obliterated and flooded.
I shouted ; a hope striking me. He
had most probably underrated my ex-
perience or presence of mind. What
extravagant conceptions might he not
form, indeed, of my possible course of
conduct — fancying me still on my way
apart ; yet himself never thinking ot
that clue which the stream had supplied
me. If he were wet, he had no flask of
Glenlivet to support him, as I still had ;
and with one more hasty gulp from it,
I took the hill, dashing after him ; once
or twice positively sure of the traces of
his great, huge-soled, heavy and soaking
steps.
Over the heathery brow, down to the
sheltered hollow of a fresh rivulet ; for
I thought his voice came up to me, sten-
torian, through the blast. At all events,
some distance off, there was in reality
the fern-thatched roof of a hut to be
descried ; scarce distinguishable but for
a slight wreath of smoke, curling against
the misty mountain-breast. I shouted,
too, as I made for it. Some shepherd's
shealing, of course, or hunting bothy,
lodged in that secluded covert ; for
which he had doubtless sped in supposed
chase of me ! This much I could have
sworn of poor Ickerson.
Alas ! Utterly still and deserted it
stood ; not a voice answering mine as I
sprang in. Ickerson would have stayed
there, hoping for help, if his foot had
ever crossed the threshold. So did not
I, however. The fancied smoke had
been but a wreath of mist ; I marked
only for an instant the weird and obso-
lete aspect of the uncouth hermitage,
manifestly built long ago, over the very
cataract of a boiling torrent ; at once
bridge and dwelling, but for ages left
solitary, like a dream of the bewildering
desert. Then I turned to speed back
again, at least with the certainty that
Ickerson had not reached so far.
Powers above ! Was I certain of any-
thing, though 1 Why, as I climbed
again, to return — glad to feel now the
mist cleared — why did I reach the same
hill-brow so slowly this time, though
with all my energies on the strain;
rising at last, too, amidst such a hissing
storm-blast ? I could see far, from ridge
Loch-na-Diomhair — The Lake of the Secret.
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to ridge of grey bent-grass, islanded in
mist — along, up, through shimmering
water-gully and shaded corrie. "Where
was I going — what was that, yonder, so
slowly letting the vapour sink from it ;
as a gleam of watery sunlight clove in,
shearing aside the upper clouds 1 A
cairn of stones — solitary on a bare grey
rocky cone, riven and rifted. I was on
the mountain-shoulder itself, making
hard for the top of Ben-Araidh !
A shudder for myself, it must be con-
fessed, ran through me. For a brief
space of time I dropped my head, giving
way to some unmanly depression of heart.
Quickly I felt, however, that after all I
was not lost. I had only escaped beyond
track, and those dogging thoughts were
at my ear no longer. Taking out my
small watch-seal compass, I carefully
surveyed the point in view, studying the
precise bearings, and taking fresh deter-
mination in with the act. Giving up
Ickerson, well-nigh for a few minutes
forgotten, I took a new course ; and
steadily, but rapidly, for bare hope of
life, began to plunge direct down for
that spot disdained so lately — that un-
couth and mysterious booth of unknown
antiquity.
Staggering down for it at last in vain,
slipping, sometimes reeling on, then
squelching into a quagmire, I yielded in
the end. I collected myself to perish. It
was warm, positively warm below there,
beside the marshy navel of that hollow
in the valley, of which I had not before
seen the least likeness. There, soft white
lichens and emerald heaths, and pale
coral-like fungous water-growths, were
marbled and veined together, into a
silent whirl of fairy moss, lovelier than
any sea-shell of Singapore. I looked at
it, seeing not only how beautiful, but
how secret it was. A great secret it
began to tell me as I sat. It was Loch-
na-Diomhair, I thought, which we had
so foolishly been in quest of. There was
perfect welcome, and peace, and our
friend Moir — so that I could have slept,
"but that a little black water-hen, or a
dab-chick, out of a contiguous pool,
emerged up suddenly, with a round
bright eye, squeaking at me, and not
plopping down again. By the expression
of its eye, I saw that it was Ickerson,
and I clutched my rod, summoning up
the last strength for vengeance ; with
stupid fancy, too, that I heard behind
me, in the wind, voices, yelps of dogs,
bloodhounds, led on by some one who
had lost the trail.
As in a dream, there came to my very
neck the grip of a hard hand ; before I
could once more stumble onward. While
close at my ear there panted a hot breath,
followed by a harsh voice that woke me
up, but had no meaning in its yells.
Was I thought deaf, because I under-
stood it not, or because I stared at a
bare-headed, red-haired savage in a
rusty philabeg, with the hairiest red legs
imaginable, clutching me : for whom I
natter myself, nevertheless, that in ordi-
nary circumstances I was more than a
match. As the case stood, I yielded up
my sole weapon with a weak attempt at
scorn only, Needless were his feUow-
caterans, springing and hallooing down
from every quarter of the hill, at his cry
of triumph. With a refinement of bar-
barism, a horn of some fiery cordial,
flavouring of antique Pictish art, was
applied to my feeble lips ; to save them
the pains, no doubt, of carriage to their
haunt. Eeviving as it was to every
vital energy, I could have drained it to
the bottom, heedless of their fiendish
laughter, but that some one rushed up
breathless, forcing it away. I looked up
and saw, as a dark presentiment had
told me, Ickerson himself. A train of
dire suspicions poured upon my mind
while I heard his explanations, while
I came back to sober reality. Never had
his vague political theories squared with
my own practical views : had his Celtic
leanings entangled him in some deep-
laid plot, of which Moir and he were
accomplices — I the silly victim, unless
a proselyte ? Nay — his genuine delight^
his affectionate joy convinced. me I could
depend upon him yet, as he fell upon
my neck like Esau, informing me how
simple the facts had been. Too tutelary
only, if not triumphant, that manner of
statement about the sheep-drivers on
the hill who had seen me, of the actual
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Loch-na-Diomhair — The Lake of the Secret.
distillers who were present, the supposi-
tion that I was the English ganger, and
the safe vicinity, amidst that drenching
rain, of the smuggling-bothy. There is
a coolness, there is a depth about the
character of Mark Ickerson, which even
yet I have to fathom. He now used the
Erse tongue like a truncheon: and in
all he said, did those heathery-looking
Kernes place implicit faith ; conducting
us to their den with welcome, nay re-
suming their operations before us, in
which he even went so far as to join
zealously. Indeed, for my own part,
I have an impression that there is con-
siderable vivacity in the Gaelic language,
and that it has a singular power of com-
municating social and mirthful ideas. I
now look back upon my enjoyment of
its jests or lyric effusions with a feeling
of surprise ; except as indicative of an
habitual courtesy, and of a certain
aptn,ess in me to catholic sympathies
with all classes or races of men.
We were not going, however, to live
perpetually in a mist, which bade fair to
continue up there ; neither was it de-
sirable that Ickerson should become
permanently an illicit distiller, speaking
Gaelic only. Happily there was of the
party a man, of course accidentally
present, and by no means connected
with systematic fraud against the excise,
who could guide us in fog or rain, by
day or night, to our destination ; himself,
it turned out, a Macdonochy, though
rejoicing more in the cognomen of
" Dochart." How or in what manner,
along with this Dochart, we emerged
gradually from the mist upon a wet
green knoll of fern and juniper, fairly
into the splendour of the west, striking
down Glen-Samhach itself, — how we all
three descended with augmented spirits,
till the long expanse of the lake glittered
upon our sight, and then the scattered
smoke of huts grew visible, — it were
difficult, if it had been judicious, to
relate. There is to this hour something
confused about that memorable short cut
altogether, more especially as to its close.
Only, that some one, probably Ickerson,
struck up a stave of a song, German
-or Gaelic, in the refrain of which we
all joined, not excepting the elderly
Dochart.
All at once we were close upon the
schoolmaster's house, a homely enough
cottage, where Moir's head-quarters had
been established ; at one end of the
clachan, before you reach the lake. He
had made himself at home as usual ; and,
though surprised at our despatch, of
course welcomed us gladly. A pleasant,
lively young fellow, Frank Moir : former
college-mate of us both, though but for
a term or two, ere he turned aside to
commerce. And who can enjoy the
Highlands like a London man born
north of Tweed ; or enjoy, for that
matter, a tumbler or so of genuine
Highland toddy, with the true peaty
flavour from up some Ben-Araidh ; con-
versing of past days and present life, to
more indigenous friends ? We too
relished it to the utmost. The pursuers
were left behind us, unable to follow.
Finally, Ickerson and I, on two boxed-
in beds of blanket over heather — at the
end next the cowshed, with the partition
not up to the rafters between us and its
wheezy occupants, slept the sweetest
sleep of many months.
Ill
AN UNLOOKED-FOR CATASTROPHE.
THAT first whole day of untroubled,
silent, secluded safety, upon the sunlit
waters of Loch-na-Diomhair, how inde-
scribable was it ! We heeded little the
first day, how our sporting successes
might be ensured ; excepting Moir only,
to whom nature is rather the pretext for
fishing, than vice versd as with most
intellectual workers, like us who fol-
lowed his guidance. A boat, at any rate,
was the first desire of all three ; and
as a boat was at the schoolmaster's
command, we put it to immediate use.
" This day, 0 Moir," says Ickerson, in
his quaint way, " let Brown indulge that
idle vein of his — while we revel, rather,
in the exertion so congenial to us.
Yesterday, he perhaps had enough of
that. Nevertheless, let him take the
oars to himself, that we may troll these
waters as he enjoys his visions — see
Loch-na-DiomJiair — TJie Lake of the Secret.
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what a sweep of blue loch ! Yea, past
the lee of the trees, yonder, what a
favouring ripple of a breeze — too soon
to be lost, I fear me !"
The sly pretender, he had an advantage
over me yet. It was not I, but he, who
inclined to inert dreaming ; as we floated
forth on an expanse as yet distinguishable
by very little from other lakes, with no
features of extraordinary beauty ; but
solitary, bare, spreading on wider till it
folded between two promontories of wild
bill. And then, with the first buoyant
sense of depth — of liquid force taken
hold upon by the oar in a conscious
hand, to be wrestled with at least for
exercise — what refreshment, what exul-
tation at your measureless might, your
endless outgoings, your inexhaustible
sources, 0 ye abundant and joyous
waters ! Anywhere — anywhere with ye,
for Loch-Diomhair is but a name, that
in itself would soon disappoint us.
And Ickerson, too, cheated of his evasive
resort to the rod and its lazy pleasures,
is held in emulous unison with me, by
the ash-stave he has not time to lay
aside ; till insensibly we are trying our -
strength together, and our power to
modulate it harmoniously, while Moir's
will becomes ours, as he stands erect
before us, but backward — his minnow
spinning astern, his eye intent, hand
ready, the ends of his somewhat sump-
tuous neckerchief fluttering with the
swift smooth motion. A sudden jerk
at last, a whirr, the running reel is
tremulous with his first sea-trout of the
season, which shows play in good earnest,
making straight for open water through
yonder reeds by the point, where no line
twisted by tackle-maker's hands will
bear the strain.
At that, no Yankee whaling-captain
can shout more excitedly, or more un-
reasonably demand superhuman exer-
tions, than Moir; when he required our
double speed on the instant, to do all
but overtake the fin-borne fugitive, tail-
propelled for its dear life; that he
might save the first tug upon his line
as he shortened it quickly, with a subtile
art ! Yet we justified his expectations,
Ickerson and I, putting forth the strenu-
ousness of Mohawks upon the chase ;
so that down, down, in the nearer pro-
found beneath us, our sea-trout must
sound himself perforce, then, after a
sullen pause, come up exhausted, to show
but a few more freaks of desperation,
and, turning its yellow side to the sun,
yield to the insidious pole-net at last.
A solid three-pounder at the least, plump,
lustrous, red-spotted ; the pledge, merely,
of a splendid future in Loch-Diomhair.
"We rejoiced over it, drank over it the
first quaich of that day's mountain-dew,
and were thenceforth voAved to the en-
grossing pursuit in which Frank Moir
revelled. Little matter was it then,
save for this object, how magnificent
the reach of open water visible, lost in
distant perspective ; with here and there
a soft shore of copse, rising into a hill of
wood ; a little island dotting the liquid
space : on either side, the shadowy
recesses of glens looking forth, purple-
mouthed ; midway to one hand, the
great shoulders and over-peering top of
Ben-Araidh, supreme over all, beginning
faintly to be reflected as the breeze failed.
But there was one grim, grey, castellated
old house, projected on a low point,
which our friend denoted to us ; the
abode of the Macdonochy, who looked
forth with jealous preservation-law upon
the sport of strangers. Nearer to us, he
showed, as we were glad to find, the
more modest yet wealthier residence of
that English merchant, Mr. St. Clair,
who had purchased there of late his
summer retreat : and the St. Glairs were
far more liberal of their rights, although
it was said the young Macdonochy had
become an intimate at their lodge,
aspiring greedily to the hand of its fair
heiress.
Hence we turned our prow that way,
and, still rowing stoutly, were fain to
pass the hotter hours near shore, with
oars laid by ; trying for heavy pike in the
sedge-fringed bay. It was in order to
find a pole in the nearest fence, on which
Ickerson' s plaid might be spread as a
sail, that he himself deliberately landed;
showing, I must say, a cool heedless-
ness of legality, such as his recent still-
life might have tended to produce.
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Loch-na-Diomhair — The Lake of the Secret.
He caine back in his leisurely style,
slowly relaxing his features to a smile,
as he held up a glazed card of address,
which he bore in triumph, along with
the paling-slab. We had, indeed,
heard voices ; and now found that
Ickerson had fallen into sudden alter-
cation with a groom attended by two
setters. The groom looked after him
as he stepped into the boat, with the
timber shouldered still; and I recog-
nised the attendant of our two fellow-
passengers across Inversneyd ferry. It
was not merely that he had been awed
by Ickerson's stalwart dimensions : the
truth was, that Ickerson, when detected
by him in a felonious act, had cha-
racteristically insisted on giving his own
card to the groom, whom he commanded
to bear it to the party of sportsmen he
saw at hand. Thereupon, the young
English officer, already known to us
both by sight, had come forward smiling;
to waive further excuses, to make re-
cognition of Ickerson, and give in his
turn his titular piece of paste-board;
apologizing, also, for his awkward con-
straint on the previous occasion. He
had discovered that Ickerson and he had
mutual acquaintances in town, with whom
the former was, as usual, a favourite ; and
knowing him thus by reputation before-
hand, now wished the pleasure of cul-
tivating this opportunity, so long as our
friend should be in the neighbourhood.
He was Captain St. Glair, Ardchonzie
Lodge : at which retreat, throughout the
sporting season now opened, the captain
and his father would be delighted to
profit by Mr. Ickerson's vicinity, with
that of any friends of his who might
incline to use the boats, or to shoot upon
the moor. And before Ickerson left, in
short, he had blandly reciprocated these
advances, sociably engaging for us all
that we would use the privilege at an
early day ; so that the hospitality of
the St Glairs, with the facilities and
amenities of Ardchonzie Lodge, might
fairly be considered open to us three.
The luck of Ickerson, I repeat, is some-
thing inexplicable. "What a number of
friends he has, without any trouble to
him ; and what a flow of acquaintances,
ever partial, ever discovering their
mutuality, so as to increase, and be inter-
connected ! Appearing improvident, un-
calculative, unworldly — yet how does
the world foster and pet him, playing,
as it were, into his' hands. Even his
facile nature will not explain it — nor
that diffuse, impersonal, lymphatic, self-
unconsciousness, which makes all sorts
of people fancy him theirs while they
are with him. He must have some
deep-seated ambition, surely, which he
has marvellous powers to conceal. But
at all events we returned together to-
wards our quarters at the schoolmaster's,
in the clachan of Glen-Samhach, full of
Elysian prospects for many a day's
rustication there. Loch-Diomhair was
Utopia indeed — the very expanse we
had sighed for, of Lethean novelty, of
strange and deep Nepenthe, amidst a
primitive race, who knew us not; a
rudely-happy valley, where the spirit of
nature alone could haunt us, asking none
of our secrets in exchange for hers.
At our re-entrance to the humble
lodging, as the dusk fell, my first glance
caught upon an object on the table
where our evening repast was to be spread.
It was a letter — a letter addressed in
some hand I recognised, to me. To
me, of course, these ghastly pursuers
always come, if to any; and a vague
foreboding seemed to have warned me
as I crossed the threshold. It had not
come by post, however : it was no
pursuing proof-sheet, nor dunning re-
minder, no unfavourable criticism, or
conventional proposal Simply, what
bewildered me, till I read some words
in the envelope — an inclosure of Frank
Moi^s letter from that spot to me, which
I had read to Ickerson at Inversneyd,
and supposed him to have retained. I
had forgot it again till I now saw it, and
saw — by the pencilled note of Dr.
Trellington Blythe— what the fact had
been. I had dropped it in my haste on
the little landing-pier, and it had at-
tracted the sharp eye of Mr. M'Killop
as it lay. It was Mr. M'Killop who,
with a degree of inadvertence, as Dr.
Blythe's note explained, had read the
letter before he looked at the address —
Loch-na-Diomhair — The Lake of the Secret
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a thing which our excellent friend, the
doctor, seemed to repudiate, but could
not regret ; because it had been the acci-
dental occasion of a great benefit, and an
expected pleasure. They would have a
speedy opportunity of explaining in
person. They had themselves brought
the letter to Glen-Sambach. They were
in search of lodgings near. Glen-Sam-
bach and Loch-Diomhair were (they
found) the very place — the precise kind
of locality — for which Mrs. Blythe had
been longing. They were near me, in
short — and to-morrow they would do
themselves the satisfaction, &c. Any
friends of mine, and so on, would be
an accession to their modest circle, in
that sequestered scene, so well depicted
by my enthusiastic correspondent, whom
they hoped soon to number among their
acquaintances.
This was an emergency indeed requir-
ing the utmost vigour and tact, with
unflagging resolution, to disentangle our-
selves from it once more; nay, if promptly
taken, to render it the outlet of a com-
plete and trackless escape. Not that
I myself hesitated for a moment ; since
it was no other than the Blythe and
M'Killop connection I now fled from —
while Glen-Sambach and Loch-Diom-
hair, shared with them, became as the
suburbs of that public which the Daily
Tribune sways, bringing all its odious
issues after. Like the gold-diggings of
Kennebec ' or Bendigo would soon be
our fancied El Dorado ; the greater its
charin, the sweeter its secresy and soli-
tude, the more speedily to be gone for
ever.
Happily, it was evident that they
kneyr nothing yet of Ickerson's conti-
nuance with me. Fortunately, too, Moir
did not need to fear their subseqtient
displeasure. All that I had to overcome
was the sudden vividness of anticipation
they had both conceived, the latter espe-
cially, from the cordial proffer of young
St. Clair. It was a glowing vision for
me to break yet ; if I did not break it,
how much more painfully would it be
dissipated by the claim on our society,
with all its advantages and openings,
which Trellington Blythe would amiably
No. 7. — VOL. II.
employ, and M'Killop firmly expect —
nay, enforce. To me the prospect lost
every tint when thus re-touched ; yet if
they cared to try it, to fail me and re-
main behind, they were welcome, I said,
' — so revealing the whole direness of the
case.
Had it not been for Ickerson's dread
of the editor, before mentioned, I sus-
pect he would now have shown defec-
tion ; nay, even then, but for the said
acquaintance with the courteous St.
Glairs, which, if they two remained, he
must now cultivate. He has no repug-
nance like mine, I suspect, for the Blythe
circle. As for Frank Moir, he is an
eager sportsman, otherwise a mere man
of the world ; and he swears by Ickerson
in higher matters. The influence pos-
sessed by Ickerson over him and others
of the same stamp is curious to me.
Ickerson did not reason on the matter ;
he did not even trouble himself to paint
M'Killop : giving but one significant
shrug of his vast shoulders, one expres-
sive grimace, then taking up his staff
and plaid to follow me. Then Moir,
shouldering his portmanteau for the first
boy that could be found at hand, gave
in a reluctant adhesion, and came with
him; while I obscurely accounted for
the change to our host, the intelligent
but simple-minded pedagogue of the
Macdonochies.
It was a misty moonrise, through
which, as we silently set forth, we were
soon lost to the most prying eyes in the
clachan. Instead of suffering our friend's
portmanteau to be delivered to any gillie
whatever, I was ready for the burden
myself. Whither we were going I did
not say, not even knowing : only taking
the way which led likeliest to some
ultimate coach-road ; while truly it may
be said, that, for a time, I had two silent,
unsupporting followers — one sullen, the
other wrapt in most unsociable medi-
tation— till the moon rose bright upon
our rugged path, the lake shimmering
along beneath us through dreamy haze,
silence lying behind upon the unseen
glen. A new valley was opening up
through the mountains, where the high
road to the grand route lay plainly
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Mr. Holman Hunt's Picture.
marked, as a turnpike bar reassured me
soon. The milestones to Campbelltown
pledged our security thenceforward.
" Ickerson," I said then, " I am will-
ing to give up this leadership. Observe,
I confess my past oversights. I own
that, but for me, this would not have
dccurred. There are other spots than
Loch-Diomhair, doubtless, where we
may escape, to realise jointly what we
have severally at heart. Henceforth,
nevertheless, I relinquish all ambiguity
or subterfuge to your utmost desire. I
will eschew short cuts. Let us go with
the common stream, if you will, and
take our unpurposed pleasure as we find
it. Let us even visit, under your guid-
ance, the tomb of Highland Mary, and
inscribe our initials, if there is room for
them, on the walls of the birth-place of
Burns. Or, if Moir inclines, let him
head us to the glorious sport of the
Sutherland lochs, and the favourite
Findhorn of St. John. I will gladly
yield the burdensome post of command
to either, Avho undertakes our common
security from M'Killop and — and the
Blythes."
How clear is that consciousness of
superior will which alone enables us to
lead onward ! When I thus seemed to
surrender it, neither Ickerson nor Moir
felt capable of the function. They
jointly confessed it by their looks, and
successively repudiated the charge :
which I then resolutely took again.
How I justified it, and how we spent
the holiday-season in joyous companion-
ship, refreshed for new work, is not to
the point. Suffice it to say, that I had
learnt how the Blythes avoid the com-
mon track, and the M'Killops follow
them ; thus, however, turning aside the
vulgar current, and so leaving the old
channels free.
ME. HOLMAN HUNT'S PICTURE,
THE FINDING OP CHEIST IN THE TEMPLE.
ALL persons conversant with art matters
of late have been aware that this distin-
guished artist has for five or six years
past been engaged upon a work entitled
as above, in executing which he had
spared neither time, labour, study, nor
expense, in order to put before the world
a picture produced exactly in his own
ideal — such a one indeed as should dis-
play those convictions respecting art
which he is known to have made the
rule of his life, and has followed out,
notwithstanding difficulties and real
dangers such as would have utterly de-
feated most men, or at least modified an
ordinary strength of purpose. Con-
ceiving an idea of the great advantages
that would result from painting any
picture in- the very locality where the
incident chosen happened, and choos-
ing a Scriptural theme such as this,
Mr. Hunt was fortunate in the cir-
cumstantial immutability of character
and costume which has prevailed to a
great extent in the East from the time
of the Saviour until now. In the East
traditions linger for ages such as in
this more mutable West would have
vanished long ago. By the light of this
irregular history many customs have
been elucidated, the comprehension of
which is highly essential to the faith-
ful and observant study of a subject re-
lating to the life of Christ. That a pic-
ture to be duly honoured in execution
should be painted on its own ground, so
to speak, being the leading conviction of
the artist's mind, there remained nothing
for him but to proceed to Jerusalem
when he decided upon this subject.
Accordingly this was done, and during
a stay of more than eighteen months
Mr. Hunt's whole attention was devoted
to the study of the material he required,
to the getting together of accessorial
matter, and actual execution of a consi-
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derable part of this picture. The greater
portion of four succeeding years has
been given to its completion, and the
result is now before the world.
It will be right to premise that Mr.
Hunt's opinions in art, which opinions
were convictions, and, what is far more,
convictions put into action, led him to
journey to Jerusalem, not only to study
the best existing examples of the phy-
sical aspect of the race he had to paint,
but to obtain such material in the way of
costume as could only be obtained there.
To do this fully, he acquired before de-
parting a sound knowledge of the very
history he had to illustrate. Thus pre-
pared, his journey was so far profitable
that we believe there is not one single
incident in the action of the picture, or
single point of costume shown — from
the very colour of the marble pavement
of the Temple, the jewellery worn, or
instruments carried by the personages
represented — for which he has not actual
or analogical authority. How deep this
labour has gone will be best conceived
when we say that the long-lost archi-
tecture of the second Temple has been
brought to a new life in his work.
Based upon the authorities existing, the
whole of the architecture shown in the
picture may be styled the artist's in-
vention, not in any way a wild flight of
imagination, but the result of thought-
ful study, and the building up of part by
part, founded upon the only true prin-
ciple of beauty in such designs — that is,
constructive fitness. The whole edifice
is gilded or overlaid with plates of
gold, the most minute ornaments are
profoundly studied, extremely diversi-
fied, yet all in keeping with the charac-
teristics of Eastern architecture, that de-
rived its archetypes from an Oriental
vegetation, and decoratively employed
the forms of the palm, the vine, and
pomegranate. But let it not be consi-
dered that these mere archaeological
matters have absorbed the artist beyond
their due ; so far from this is the case,
that the design itself is not without a
modern instance of applicability to the
life of every man, and the " Wist ye not
that I must be about my Father's busi-
ness?" is as much an exhortation to us
as it was a reply to the parents of
Christ
The unflinching devotion shown by
the painter, and the inherent nobility of
his principles of art, have then this great
merit in them, that the result stands be-
fore us almost with the solemnity of a
fact. It seems life that has been lived,
and a potent teaching for us all, not only
to show the way in which our labours
should be performed — by that by which
Mr. Hunt has executed his— but, by the
vividness and vitality of his representa-
tion, the first step of Christ's mission
produces a fresh, and, it may be, deeper
impression upon the mind, than that
which most men have to recall the me-
mories of their youth to enter on. This he
holds, and wo also, to be the true result
of art. Let us consider to what purpose
he has applied these principles,, and how
the end of this long labour can be said
to fulfil them.
The distinguishing executive character
of the picture that strikes the eye at
first, is luminous depth and intensity
of colour, the perfect truth of chiaro-
scuro that gives relief and roundness to
every part— to which its solidity of
handling aids potentially — the whole
truthful eifect being enhanced, when,
upon examination, we discern the minute
and elaborate finish that has been given
to the most trifling details. The whole
has the roundness and substantiality of
nature, utterly unniarred by that want
of balance in parts observable in the
productions of the less accomplished
painters of the Pre-Baflaelite school,
whose shortcomings in this respect have,
notwithstanding the earnestness and
energy displayed by many among them,
rendered the title " Pre-Baflaelite " al-
most opprobrious. Let us now turn to
the picture itself.
The Temple. — A brief vista of gilded
columns closed at the end by a lattice-
work screen of bronze open to the ex-
ternal air. The immediate locality, an
outer chamber of the building, one
valve of the entrance door put wide
back, showing without the courtyard,
with masons at work selecting a stone,
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Mr. Holman Hunt's Picture.
maybe the " stone of the corner ; " over
the wall the roofs of the city, and far
off the hill country. Within, and seated
npon a low dewan, scarcely raised from
the floor, are the elders of the Temple,
seven in number, arranged in a semi-
circle, one horn of which approaches
the front of the picture. Behind them
stand four musicians, whose grouping
repeats the generally semicircular dispo-
sition of the figures. A flight of doves
gambol in the air without ; several have
entered the building, and fly over the
heads of the family of Christ, who stand
by the doorway facing the priest and
elders. Mary, who has just discovered
her Son, tenderly embraces, and with
trembling lips presses her mouth to-
wards his face. Lovely is the eager
yearning of her eyes, the lids dropped,
the irides dilated and glittering with
tearful dew that has gathered itself into
a drop to run down her cheek. Her
skin is fair and young, her features
moulded appropriately on the pure Jew-
ish type in its finest and tenderest
character. The bold fine nose, the broad,
low, straight forehead, straight eyebrows
— a royal feature ; wide-lidded eyes —
reddish with anxiety; the pure fine-
lined cheek — a little hollowed, but a
very little — and rounded, clear-cut chin,
make a countenance as noble as it is
beautiful But far beyond the mere
nobility of structural perfectness, the
expression is the tenderest of the utmost
outpouring of a heart that has yearned,
and travailed, and hungered long. That
long, long throe days of searching has
marked her cheek and sunk her eyes,
and although the red blood of joy runs
now to its surface, this does but show
how pale it was before. Could I but
tell you in my poor words how her
mouth tells all this, how it quivers with
a hungry love, arches itself a little over
the teeth, its angles just retracted,
ridging a faint line, that is too intense
for a smile, upon the fair, sweet maternal
cheek ! Forward her head is thrust, the
whole soul at the lips urgent to kiss.
There is a spasm in the throat, and the
nostrils breathe sharply, but all the joy-
ful agony of the woman — the intensity
of the maternal storge — seeks at the lips
the cheek of her Son. For this the eyes
sheathe themselves with levelled lids —
for this the body advances beyond the
hasty feet. It is but to draw him nearer
that one eager hand clasps his removed
shoulder, and the other eager hand
raises that which the Son has put upon
its wrist, pressing it against his mother's
bosom.
The feet of all three are bared. Joseph
stands looking down on both ; Mary's
shoes, held by the latchet, are slung over
Joseph's shoulder by one hand ; his other
hand has been upon the arm of Jesus,
until the eager, trembling fingers of the
mother slid beneath, displacing it in her
passionate haste. Christ has been stand-
ing before the elders when his parents
entered, and then turned towards the
front, so that we see his face full. It is
an oval, broadened at the top by a noble,
wide, high-arched forehead, surmounting
abstracted and far-off seeing eyes that
round the eyelids open, wistfully and
thoughtfully presaging, yet radiant with
purpose, though mournful and earnest.
They express the thought of his reply,
" "Wist ye not that I must be about my
Father's business ?" He is heedful of
his mission — half abstracted from the
embrace. The action of his right hand,
drawing tighter the broad leathern girdle
of his loins, and the almost passive way
in which his fingers rest upon the wrist
of Mary, express this, while the firmly-
planted feet, one advanced, although
his body sways to his mother's breast,
indicate one roused to his labour and
ready to enter upon the journey of life.
The beauty of the head of Christ takes
the eye at once — not only through the
totally original physical type the artist
has adopted, but by the union of healthy
physique with intellectual nobleness,
fitting the body for the endurance of
suffering. There is a marked difference
between Hunt's idea of the corporeal
appearance of our Lord and that usually
chosen by the painters, who have shown
him as a delicate valetudinary — for such
is the character imparted by their
allowing a certain feminine quality to
overweigh the robustness required for
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the simple performance of his labours.
He is here a noble, beautiful boy of
about twelve, broad-chested, wide-shoul-
dered, active-limbed, and strong to bear
and do. The head sustains this charac-
ter, the forehead being as we have
before said, the eyes blue, clear yet
tender, with all their strength of pur-
pose that does but recognise sorrow. The
mouth, pure, sweet, small, yet pulpy
and full, is compassionate and sympa-
thising. The nostrils are full without
breadth. The complexion fair, yet rich,
and charged with healthy blood. If we
give attention to the eyes, their beauty
and nobility become distinct : the broad
lids are lifted, so that the gaze is open
and upon vacancy. From the forehead
the hair springs like a flame gathered
about the countenance, parted at the
centre, and laid back to either side ;
the sunlight from without is caught
amongst its tips, and breaks in a golden
haze like a glory. So placed, this is
ever the case with hair of that character.
There remains for us to point out one
exquisite subtlety of expression in this
head : it is this, the near warmth of the
Virgin's face causes the side of Christ's
countenance to flush a little, and one
eyelid to droop and quiver, almost im-
perceptibly, but still plainly enough to
be read.
Let us point out that this is no tender,
smiling Virgin, like that of many of the
old masters, blandly regarding a pretty
infant — a theme of mere beauty — but a
tearful, trembling, eager, earnest mother
finding the lost Lamb and the devoted
Son. Rightly has Mr. Hunt nationalized
her features to the Jewish type. Nor is
Christ like the emaciated student usually
chosen for a model. Here the intensity
of the artist's thought appears. He has
been penetrated with the idea of service,
use, and duty; no making of a pretty
picture has been his aim, but rather, in
showing us how the noblest and most
beautiful submitted to duty, he would
teach us our own. This is Christ of
the preaching, Christ of the crown of
thorns, Christ of the cross, Christ of
the resurrection and the life eternal,
the soldier and the Son of God. Beau-
tiful is the son of the King ; he is
dressed in the colours of royalty of the
house of Judah ; even his poor robe is
a princely garment of stripes of pale
crimson and blue — the ordained fringe is
about its lower hem. The broad leathern
belt that goes about his loins is of
blood red, and marked with a cross in
front, an ornament in common use in
the East from time immemorial, being
the symbol of life even with the
ancient Egyptians ; it is placed appro-
priately upon the girdle of Christ.
These three form the principal group
placed towards the left of the picture.
Facing them are the rabbis and elders,
to whom we now turn.
These are arranged in a sort of semi-
circle, as was said above, one of its horns
retreating into the picture. The men
are of various ages and characters ; all
the principal heads were painted at
Jerusalem, from ^Jews whose counte-
nances suggested to the artist the cha-
racter he wished to represent. The
eldest of the rabbis sits in front, white-
bearded, blind, and decrepit ; with his
lean and feeble hands he holds the rolls
of the Pentateuch against his shoulder ;
the silver ends of the staves on which
this is rolled, with their rattling pen-
dants and chains, rise beside his head ;
the crimson velvet case is embroidered
with golden vine-wreaths and the mystic
figure of the Tetragrammaton ; over
this case is an extra covering or mantle
of light pink, striped with blue, intended
to protect the embroidery. As all ap-
purtenances of this holy roll of the law
were held sacred and beneficent, there
is placed a pretty little child at the feet
of the rabbi, armed with a whisk to brush
off the flies — that is, Beelzebub, from
the cover of holy rolls. Behind stands
an older boy, furtively invoking a bless-
ing on himself by kissing the mantle
of silk. Blind and half imbecile is the
oldest rabbi; but he who sits next to
him, a mild old man, with a gentle face
of faith, holds a phylactery in his hand.
Let us here explain that a phylactery is
not at all one of those placards which it
was the custom of the old painters to
put over the foreheads of the Pharisees,
Mr. Holman Hunt's Picture.
&e. inscribed with Luge characters, but
really a small square wooden box, bound
round the head by a leathern belt, and
containing the written promises of the
old dispensation. Such is the phylac-
tery the second rabbi holds in one hand,
while he presses the other upon the
wri«t of his neighbour, and seems to be
asserting that, whatever might be the
nature of the reasonings of Christ, they
at least had these promises that were
written within the phylactery upon
which they might both rely.
Next comes another, in the prime of
life, who, having entered eagerly into
the dispute with the Saviour, unrolls
the book of the prophecies of Daniel,
whereby to refute the argument. He is
interested, disputatious, and sceptical ;
leans forward to speak passionately, half
impatient of the interruption caused by
the entrance of Joseph and Mary, to
which the attention of several of the
other rabbis is given. His feet are
drawn up close beneath him upon the
dewan, a characteristic action of such a
temperament when excited : those of
the elder rabbis are placed at ease upon
the floor, but with varying and appro-
priate attitudes. There is a hard look
upon this man's face — set passion in his
mouth, resolute anger in his eye, and a
firm, sharp gripe of the hands upon the
roll he holds ; this is finely in keeping.
Over his shoulder, from the second row,
leans a musician, one of the house of
Levi, speaking to him, and with pointed
finger making a comment on the words
of Christ, at whom he is looking. The
fourth rabbi, who is also concerned in
this dialogue, wears a phylactery on his
forehead. We presume Mr. Hunt in-
tended by this to indicate a supereroga-
tion of piety in this individual, the
phylactery, in strict propriety, being
only worn at time of prayer. He recounts
the arguments, and, holding a reed pen
in one hand, presses its point against a
finger of the other, as one does who is
anxious to secure the premises before he
advances further. The overweening cha-
racter of this man is thus indicated; let
the observer note how the artist makes
the action of each person to be with an
entire consent of the attitude of his whole
body, by this man's assumption of repose
and dignity shown in his leaning back
on the dewan. The fifth rabbi, an old,
mild-visaged man, whose long white
beard, divided in two parts, falls nearly
to his girdle, sits more erect ; his feet,
drawn up beneath him, are planted
flatly before. He holds a shallow glass
vessel of wine in his hand that has been
poured out by an attendant behind.
He looks at the reunion of the Holy
Family, and suspends his drinking to
observe them. A sixth elder leans
forward to look also, placing his hand
upon the back of the dewan. The seventh
and last is as distinct in character and
action as all the rest are. Like the fifth,
he has an ink-horn in his girdle ; he is
corpulent, self-satisfied, and sensuously
good-natured ; he raises his hand from
his knee to express an interest in the
transaction before him ; he sits cross-
legged, and quite at ease, nevertheless.
This individual completes the semi-
circle of the rabbis, and brings us again
to the figure of Christ.
Returning now to the other side of
the picture : Immediately above the dis-
putatious rabbi, and leaning against one
of the gilded columns, is a youth hold-
ing a sistrum in his hand — one of the
rings strung upon its wires about to
drop from his fingers. He is handsome,
supercilious-looking, and fair-complex-
ioned. Leaning upon his shoulder is
another youth, also a musician, bearing
a four-stringed harp ; the face of the
last is quite in contrast to that of his
companion, having an ingenuous sweet-
ness and gentleness of character about
it that is almost fascinating. Eagerly
thrusting his face against the column,
and peering over the head of the last, is
a third youth, whose large, well-open
eyes, broad features, and inquisitive look,
support his active anxiety to see what
is going forward, admirably.
In the extreme distance of the vista
of columns, a money-changer is seen
weighing gold in a balance. A father
has brought his firstborn to the Temple,
accompanied by his wife, who bears the
child in her arms; the husband has
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across his shoulder the lamb of sacrifice,
while a seller of lambs, from whom this
has just been purchased, counts the
price in the palm of one hand, and with
the other presses back an anxious ewe
that would follow her offspring. In
another part, a boy is seen with a long
scarf driving out the fugitive doves that
have entered the Temple. At the door,
a lame and blind beggar is chanting a
prayer for alms.
Thus far we have spoken of the inci-
dents of the design, the character and
expressions of the personages, and gene-
ral appearance of this marvellous picture.
We have endeavoured also to indicate
what have been the artist's purposes
and motives, and the difficulties of its
execution. It remains now to speak of
the manner in which he has carried this
out, especially in regard to the noble
qualities of colour and drawing. For
the last, let it suffice that the minutest
detail has been wrought out ; the veiy
hands of the men are a perfect accom-
paniment to their eyes and physical
aspect ; those of the oldest rabbi are
pallid, full- veined, and slow pulses seem
to circulate in them. Mary's are ele-
gantly slender — a little sunken, but very
beautiful. Each fold in every garment
is "accounted for," and duly studied
from nature. The Virgin's dress is grey,
dust-stained with travel. She has an
under-garment of white, and a girdle,
whose red fringes show at the open side,
tossed up with the eagerness of hef
actions. An elegant head-dress of white,
striped with red, falls back on her
shoulders. Joseph's body-coat is like
that of Christ, crimson and purple in
very narrow stripes ; over this is a brown
and white burnoose, such as the Arabs
wear to this day. The provision for a
journey, a row of figs, is strung to his
girdle. The rabbis have all the over-
garment proper to Pharisees, of pure
white, except that worn by the chief,
which is barred with broad and narrow
bands of black upon the sleeves ; a dress
styled the "Tillith," worn only when
bearing the Torah, or rolls of the law.
The most removed has his under-gar-
ment amber-coloured, striped with blue,
and a deep-blue robe beneath all. He
that is about to drink wears an exqui-
site turquoise green-blue vest of sheeny
texture, that gathers brightness in the
shade ; this is girt to him by a girdle
of white and red. The young musicians
wear green garments and turbans of rich
crimson, and purple and green, harmo-
niously blended so as to create exquisite
c lour. The roof of the Temple is gilt
like the columns, elaborately decorated
with alternate pines, vine-branches, and
pomegranates, and lighted from without
by small openings, filled with stained
glass. The door of the Temple, visible
over Joseph's head, bears plates of ham-
mered gold riveted upon it ; upon these
is discernible a great circle, from whose
centre radiates an ornament of papyrus
plant, the intersections filled with the
unopened buds of the same : guttce of
gold are drawn on the flat surface of the
door. The pavement of the Temple is
of a deep-tinted marble, in broad veins
of a palish blood-colour and white.
It is now time to announce our con-
viction that Mr. Holman Hunt, who has
ever been the steadfast centre of the
Pre-Eafl'aelite movement, has in this
noble work successfully laid down his
idea of art ; that by so doing he has put
a crown on to his previous labours ; and
that the result is likely to be a great exten-
sion of those principles — now, perhaps,
for the first time fairly elucidated — to
which is mainly due the remarkable and
inestimable advance that has of late years
taken place in English art.
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OUR FATHER'S BUSINESS :
HOLMAN HUNT'S PICTURE OF "CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE."
BY THE AUTHOR OP "JOHN HALIFAX."
0 CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One,
Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world,
Redeemer of the sin of all this world,
Who by Thy death brought' st life into this world —
0 Christ, hear us !
This, this is Thou. No idle painter's dream
Of aureoled, imaginary Christ,
Laden with attributes that make not God ;
But Jesus, son of Mary ; lowly, wise,
Obedient, subject unto parents, niild,
Meek — as the meek that shall inherit earth,
Pure — as the pure in heart that shall see God.
O infinitely human, yet divine !
Half clinging child-like to the mother found,
Yet half repelling — as the soft eyes say
" How is it that ye sought me ? Wist ye not
That I must be about my Father's business ?"
As in the Temple's splendors mystical,
Earth's wisdom hearkening to the all- wise One,
Earth's closest love clasping the all-loving One,
He sees far off the vision of the cross,
The Christ-like glory and the Christ-like doom.
Messiah ! Elder Brother, Priest and King,
The Son of God, and yet the woman's seed ;
Enterer within the veil ; Victor of death,
And made to us first fruits of them that sleep ;
Saviour and Intercessor, Judge and Lord, —
All that we know of Thee, or knowing not
Lov* only, waiting till the perfect time
When we shall know even as we are known —
0 Thou Child Jesus, Thou dost seem to say
By the soft silence of these heavenly 'eyes
(That rose out of the depths of nothingness
Upon this limner's reverent soul and hand)
We too should be about our Father's business —
0 Christ, hear us !
Have mercy on us, Jesus Christ, our Lord !
The cross Thou borest still is hard to bear;
And awful even to humblest follower
The little that Thou givest each to do
Of this Thy Father's business ; whether it be
Temptation by the devil of the flesh,
Or long-linked years of lingering toil obscure,
Spiritualistic Materialism — Michelet. 41
Uncomforted, save by tlie solemn rests
On mountain-tops of solitary prayer ;
Oft ending in the supreme sacrifice,
The putting off all garments of delight,
And taking sorrow's kingly crown of thorn,
In crucifixion of all self to Thee,
Who offeredst up Thyself for all the world.
0 Christ, hear us !
Our Father's business : — unto us, as Thee,
The whole which this earth-life, this hand-breadth span
Out of our everlasting life that lies
Hidden with Thee in God, can ask or need.
Outweighing all that heap of petty woes —
To us a measure huge — which angels blow
Out of the balance of our total lot,
As zephyrs blow the winged dust away.
0 Thou who \vert the Child of Nazareth,
Make us see only this, and only Thee,
Who earnest but to do thy Father's will,
And didst delight to do it. Take Thou then
Our bitterness of loss, — aspirings vain,
And anguishes of unfulfilled desire,
Our joys imperfect, our sublimed despairs,
Our hopes, our dreams, our wills, our loves, our all,
And cast them into the great crucible
In which the whole earth, slowly purified,
Runs molten, and shall run — the Will of God.
0 Christ, hear us !
SPIRITUALISTIC MATERIALISM :— MICHELET.
BY J. M. LUDLOW.
THE future historian of the literature of he a pure physiologist ? His latest pro-
the nineteenth century will have con- ductions turn largely on physiological
siderable difficulty in ticketing M. considerations ; yet I suspect that a real
Michelet according to his proper class physiologist will be as little disposed to
and order. Is he to rank among the admit him for such, as a lawyer would
historians? He has written many deem him a jurist in virtue of his
volumes of so-called histories, but volume " On the Origins of French
which v are generally valuable and in- Law." Is he a political writer1? His
teresting precisely by that in them lectures had to be stopped by command
which is not really historic. Is he a of Government ; yet I doubt if even
naturalist ? He has taken to natural his invocation to the " Holy Bayonets
history in later life ; but his two pleasant of France " ever raised him in any one
volumes on " The Bird," and " The madcap's mind to the rank of a political
Insect," contain the blunders of a tyro, leader. Is he a philosopher 1 He cer-
nor should I advise any student to tainly has .translated the "Scienza
assert anything as a fact in nature, Nuova " of Giambattista Vico ; but I
because M. Michelet has stated it. Is pity the man who should seek to evolve
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Spiritualistic Materialism — Michelet.
a connected philosophy from his writings.
Is he a theologian ? a religious inno-
vator? He has seemed everything by
turns — at one time writing " Luther's
Memoirs;" at another professing his
attachment to the "poor old Catholic
Church ;" at a third attacking Jesuitism
in the name of Voltaire ; at last setting
up Egyptian mythology as the most
perfect of religious symbols.
" Unstable as water, thou shalt not
excel." Eeuben's lot seems to have
been his. With marvellous gifts of style,
an imagination of singular vivacity,
active faculties of observation, occa-
sional keen flashes of insight, very con-
siderable and varied acquirements, quick
sympathies at once with the beautiful
and with the good, and the most sincere
desire for the welfare of his fellow-crea-
tures,— with powers, in a word, sufficient
for the creation of half-a-dozen master-
pieces, and much of that universal
aptitude which, if it be not genius
itself, seems yet as it were the bulb out
of which it springs, — M. Michelet has
not produced, and I believe will not
leave behind him, one single great Avork
— one really beautiful — one really good
one ; although he will leave few which
are not replete with interest ; not one
which does not present us with beautiful
thoughts, attractive pages, often chapters
at a time.
Yet M. Michelet's influence over his
generation in France has been consider-
able, and has not ceased to be such.
Not a little, probably, on this account,
that few men have opened a greater
number of new paths, for the time
being, to their countrymen. He brought
back to them, from Italy, the great
Neapolitan thinker, Vico. He was for
France one of the first discoverers of
modern Germany. He first, in his
Roman History, popularized some of the
Niebuhrian views as to Roman origins.
Older professors stood aghast ; the book
and its fellows were for a time nearly
as much tabooed in the history classes
of French colleges as a novel, or were
only used in otherwise desperate cases,
to kindle an interest in the subject.
Learned men, the very pillars of the
universities — those survivors of an
earlier age, trained either by Jesuit or
Jansenist, before the first Revolution
and Empire had deprived Frenchmen,
for a time, of the leisure to learn Greek,
•<^stood utterly aghast at the pranks of
a young professor of the Normal School,
who talked of Sanscrit poetry and
Welsh triads ; quoted at first hand the
legendary romances of the middle ages ;
gave extracts from Dante ; referred to
Walter Scott ; and constantly mixed up
the experiences of the present with the
narratives of the past. Still Michelet's
works, — although of course read with
avidity wherever they were treated, or
supposed to be treated, as forbidden
fruit, — did not bear their full effect at the
comparatively early age at which the
ordinary French college is usually fre-
quented. The school-boy in all coun-
tries is in general an essentially practical
creature. He soon found that for scho-
lastic purposes — for the cram of ex-
aminations— Michelet's works were of
far less use to him than much duller
ones, but better stored with the right
facts, and more methodically treated.
It was at a later age, and in that much
higher theatre of the "College de
France," where the vulgar stimulus of
competition disappears, and the student
learns for the sake of learning, that the
brilliant eloquence of the man really
took hold of the Parisian youth. Here
the variety at once, and the mobility of
Michelet's mind — which will preserve
for him a kind of youth even in his
dotage — seemed exactly to correspond
with the like qualities in his hearers.
Here was a man who appeared to have
handled everything, looked into every-
thing, thought about everything, sympa-
thized with almost every human ten-
dency ; who brought up the past into
pictures as living as those of the present;
who yet was essentially a Frenchman,
and a Frenchman of the nineteenth
century, full of national prejudices and
national vanities, carried away with all
the dominant impulses of the day.
Who can wonder that when he came
to deliver, simultaneously with his col-
league, M. Quinet, his famous course
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upon the Jesuits, crowds, such as never
had attended a professor before since the
days of the middle ages, thronged his lec-
ture-hall even more than that of Quinet,
till the two professors grew to be almost
a power in the state, and had to be
silenced by authority ?
The enormous popularity which the
lecturer thus reached may be considered
as opening the second period of his
career. Though not, I repeat it, a
genuine historian, yet his works hitherto
have all an historical character; they
are full of materials for history, his-
torical sketches, curiosities of history.
Now, the turbulence of the partisans of
monasticism, which had interrupted his
and Quinet's courses, seems to have
stung him up into a politician, a dealer
mainly with the things of the present ;
and though he may write history so-
called (that of the " Revolution," form-
ing the last volumes of his " History of
France"), this he will be henceforth
above all, not indeed as a partisan, but
as one of those who, wandering on the
border land between the political and
what may be called the psychical realm,
contribute often far more powerfully
towards impressing a general direction
upon the public mind than does the
mere politician, who points it to a
definite aim. The "Jesuits," which
reached four editions in six weeks,
"Priests, Women, and Families," the
" History of the Revolution," the
" People," belong to this period.
Then came the strange downfall of the
liberties of France under the weight of a
dead man's name, the sudden hushing
of her most eloquent voices, except
from beyond the sea, at the blare of the
imperial trumpet. Michelet was silent,
or nearly so, Hke others for awhile, and
then spoke out as a student, not of
historic facts, but of actual organisms.
His book, " The Bird," opens what may
be called the physiological portion of
his career. So remarkable a transform-
ation, exhibited by a man on the shady
side of fifty, is a singular phenomenon
in literary history, and many, foreigners
especially, could scarcely believe that
there was not a second " J. Michelet"
at work with his pen. There was no
mistaking, however, the artist's hand.
"The Bird" displays all the qualities
of style, and more than all the poetical
fancy, of Michelet's best historical days.
It begins by telling "how the author
was led to the study of nature." " The
' tune is heavy, and life, and work, and
' the violent catastrophes of the time,
' and the dispersion of a world of intel-
' ligence in which we lived, and to
'which nothing has succeeded. The
' rude labours of history had once for
'their recreation teaching, which was
' my friendship. Their halts are now
' only a silence. Of whom should I
' ask moral refreshment unless of
' nature 1 " The health of one dear to
him, a passionate observer of nature,
made him leave Paris, at first for a
mere suburban home, from whence he
returned to town every day. But the
turmoil of the great city, its abortive
revolutions, sent him farther off. He took
up his quarters near Nantes, and here
he wrote the latter part of his " History
of the Revolution," already wakening
up to the beauty and interest of nature,
already longing for leisure to study her.
But the climate was too damp, and
drove him, in ill-health, further south.
He now " placed his moveable nest in a
fold of the Apennines, at two leagues of
Genoa." And here, with no company
but lizards, and living the life of a
lizard himself, he felt a revolution take
place within him. He seemed to see
all living creatures claiming their place
in the great democracy. Such, he tells
us, was his renovation, "that late vita
nuova which gradually brought me to
the natural sciences."
" The Bird," however, is still a work
of mere natural history rather than of
physiology. It deals with the outside
of living nature; with form, colour,
habits ; with these mostly in reference
to man as a prototype; whatever of
anatomy occurs in it is derived from
the study of Dr. Auzoux's models. " The
Insect " travels over much of the same
ground, though in a lower stratum of
life, but opens up another field. The
author tells us how he bought a micro-
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scope, how he placed under it a woman's
finger, a spider's leg ; how coarse ap-
peared the structure of that which to us
is living satin, how the repulsive coarse-
ness of the latter opened out into mar-
vellous beauty. It is from this point
that the naturalist grows into the phy-
siologist. The microscope is a cruel
teacher ; no one who has once experi-
enced the fascination of its powers can
stop over outward form, but must pierce
the mysteries of structure ; and the
study of structure, except in a few
transparent organisms generally of the
lowest class, means disruption, dissec-
tion. Whilst even apart from structure,
the world of form and life which the
microscope unveils to us is one so well-
nigh entirely extra-human, — the limbs
which unite us to it are so few and so
loose, — those which unite its members
among themselves so many and so pro-
minent,— that the temptation is strong
for a fervid, fickle mind to be alto-
gether carried away by the new specta-
cle,— to change altogether the pivot
of its contemplations; and instead of
seeing in the creature the shadow of the
man, to see in man henceforth only the
more highly organized creature. Hence
already in this volume pages painful
and repulsive to read.
And now we come to the more essen-
tially physiological works of the ex-
professor of history. "IS Amour" — now
at its fourth edition, — represents the
climax of this period. I hardly know
how to characterize this work fairly for
an English public, so immoral would it
be if written by an Englishman, so essen-
tially does it require to be judged from,
a French point of view. I hardly know
how even to give an adequate idea of
it, so greatly does it depart from any
standard within reach of English hands
by which it can be decently measured. I
am convinced that never was a book writ-
ten with honester intentions. The writer
is full of good impulses ; his object, as
he sets it forth in the first page of his
introduction, is a noble one, — " Moral
enfranchisement by true love." That
object he seeks to carry out by exhibit-
ing to us the picture of the married life
of a nameless couple, from the wedding-
day to the grave. The book teems with
tender and delicate passages, though
placed in startling contact with the
coarse and the trivial. There are pages
in it which it is impossible to read with-
out emotion. But the whole is sickly ;
nauseous. As one closes the book, one
seems to be coming out of some stifling
boudoir, leaving an atmosphere mawkish
with the mingled smell of drugs and per-
fumes, heavy with the deadly steam of life.
You miss in the "true love" of the book
both the free buoyancy of health, and
(except in a page here and there) the
noble martyrdom of real suffering. Its
aim seems to be to coax men into purity,
by showing them a virtue more volup-
tuous than vice, into tenderness towards
woman by dwelling on her infirmities.
The whole sense and substance of the
book seems to be this, — Given, an en-
lightened young Frenchman of the
nineteenth century, with a competent
knowledge of anatomy, a fair income,
large ideas of the perfectibility of the
species, kindly feelings towards religion
in general, and what may be called a
bowing acquaintance with the idea of
God, on the one hand, and on the other,
a sickly Parisian girl, brought up in a
Eomish convent or quasi-convent, —
how the one is to make the best of the
other ?
Looked at in this way — remembering
the writer's popularity — not forgetting
that he speaks with the authority of
sixty years of life, I do not mean to
say that the book is not likely to do
some good to the class for which it is
written. That class is a narrow one. It
has been said ere this, in France, that
M. Michelet's ideal "woman" would
require from 15,000 to 45,000 francs
a year to keep her. To the great bulk
of the French population his book itself
would be as Greek ; and, indeed, it is
quite amusing to see how entirely the
writer ignores the possibility that the
red-cheeked country girl, whom he as-
signs for servant to his ideal couple in
their suburban home, should ever have
a claim to " true love" on her own
account He admits himself, that whilst
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he does not write for the rich, he does
not Avrite either "for those who have
' no time, no liberty, who are mastered,
' crushed by the fatality of circumstances,
' those whose unceasing labour regulates
'and hastens all their hours. What
' advice can one give to those who are
' not free ? " But the class of men whom
he addresses no doubt does exist, and
is but too numerous for the health and
well-being of the French body-politic ;
nor are samples of it, Gad knows, want-
ing amongst ourselves. It must have
startled some of these to be told, by a
man whose voice has often charmed
them, who is one of themselves by his
intellectual training and sympathies,
who starts from no old-world notions
of right and duty, but from the last new
discoveries in medical science, that mar-
riage, and faithful love in marriage, are
to give them their " moral enfranchise-
ment." Certainly, as compared with
the coarse cynicism, or the still coarser
attempts at morality, of the French
novel or the French press under the
imperial regime, M. Michelet's work,
unreadable as it is in the main for
Englishwomen, — certainly unfit to be
read by English girls, — may well stand
out as a very model of purity.
The indications indeed, which it gives,
of the growth of immorality under that
regime — tallying as they do entirely with
information from other quarters — are
most painful. I do not speak of such
facts as M. Michelet quotes from sta-
tistics, and which any one may verify
there, ominous though they be ; a
stationary or decreasing population ;
an increasing number of young men
unfit for military service, marriages
rapidly diminishing, widows ceasing to
re-marry, female suicides multiplying.
Most of these facts might be paralleled
elsewhere ; some amongst ourselves.
I refer to those details, evidently
founded upon actual facts, which are
given in the chapters entitled "The
Fly and the Spider," and "Temptation,"
as to the corruption of female friend-
ships, the abuse of official power, the
utter, expected, absence of moral strength,
even in the pure of life.
" For the best, it is through their
husband himself that for the most part
they are attacked." If he be powerful,
M. Michelet shows us " ladies in
honourable positions, esteemed, often
pious, active in good works, whom she
has seen at charitable gatherings,"
coming to the virtuous wife in order
to present some " young son, an inte-
" resting young man, already capable of
"serving the husband, devoted to his
" ideas, quite in his line ; " who has
been "a solitary student," "needs the
polish of the world." He shows us
female friends assiduously praising the
young man into favour ; the lady's
maid soon breaking the ice, to tell
her mistress, whilst doing her hair, that
he is dying of love. Formerly, M. Mi-
chelet asserts, Lisette had to be bought.
No need now. She knows well that
the lady being once launched in such
adventures, having given a hold upon
her, and let a secret be surprised, she
herself will be her mistress's mistress,
will be able to rule and rob uncon-
trolled.
The case is still worse, if the husband,
instead of protecting, needs protection,
if he is a small official waiting for pro-
motion, a worker in want of a capitalist
to push him. Here the female friend
(who seems by M. Michelet's account to
be the modern Diabolos of France, vice
Satan superannuated) works upon the
young woman, now by dwelling on her
husband's inferiority to herself, now by
insisting on his need of help from some
one who should have strength and credit
to lift him at last from the ground. A
meeting is arranged somehow between
the lady and the future protector, both
duly instructed beforehand ; the young
woman seldom fails to justify what has
been said of her by some slight act of
coquetry, which she deems innocent,
and in her husband's interest ....
Audacity, a half-violence, often carries
the thing . . .
"You say no. You believe that
"such odious acts are only to be seen
" in the lowest classes. You are quite
"mistaken. It is very common ... A
"number of facts of this kind have
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" come to my knowledge, and by most
" certain channels." .... She cries, she
will tell all, she does nothing . . . "My
" dear, in your husband's name, I be-
" seech you, say nothing. He would
die of grief. Your children would be
ruined, your whole life upset. That
man is so powerful to do harm. He
is very wicked when he hates, and is
provoked. But, one must admit it,
he is zealous also for those he loves,
he will do everything for your family,
for the future of your children."
And so the nauseous tale of corrup-
tion through family interest rolls on.
The young woman is entrapped into
writing a letter, which henceforth
establishes her shame. Now, " She is
" spoken to in another tone. Command
" succeeds entreaty. She has a master,
" — on such a day, at • such an hour,
" here or there, she is bid to come, and
she comes. The fear of scandal, I
'know not what fascination, as of a
bird towards the snake, draw her
back in tears. She is all the prettier.
' The promises are little remembered.
"When he has had enough, is she
"free at least? Not a whit. The
" female friend has the paper. . . . She
"must go on, sold and resold, must
" endure a new protector, who she is
" told will do more, and often does yet
" nothing. Fearful slavery, which lasts
" while she is pretty and young, which
"plunges her deeper and deeper, de-
" bases, perverts her."
Now, it would be too much to say
that such tales- are without analogy
amongst ourselves. There were a few
years ago, there may still be, factories
in Lancashire and Cheshire, where the
young master, or even more so the over-
looker, views the female hands simply
as a harem, of which he is the sultan.
There are still- agricultural parishes
where no girl field-worker's virtue is safe
against the squire's bailiff or gamekeeper.
There are sweater's dens in London
where* living wages are utterly out of
the reach of the poor tailoress, unless
she be also the favourite for the time
being. But in the classes to which
M. Michelet assigns the tale, it could
not occur without filling journalists'
pens with fire instead of ink, from John
O' Groats to the Land's End. The
leprosy of half-starved officialism has
not tainted us so far as to endure such
things. The moloch of competition has
not yet in the trading world, even if it
have in the working, claimed female
virtue for its holocausts. Whilst England
is free England, such enormities by the
influential protector, capitalist, or offi-
cial are, thank God, as unheard of, as
in free France they some day will be.
But it is not only through its inci-
dental revelations of these effects of
the poison of a despotic centralization,
both in corrupting the relations be-
tween man and man, and in taking
away all fear on the one side, all con-
fidence on the other, in the might of
justice and public morality that this
book is valuable. It is far more so as
a testimony, all the more precious be-
cause unconscious, to that which M.
Michelet in his nineteenth century
enlightenment well-nigh completely
ignores, — God's Bible, Christ's Gospel
M. Michelet exalts physiology, half pro-
scribes the Bible. He forgets that there
is a certain amount of physiological
knowledge which is absolutely essential
to the understanding of the Bible, and
which no mother who really reve-
rences God's word will withhold, in
due time, from her daughter. But the
moral truths Avhich he evolves from
physiological teaching are all, as far
as I can see, anticipated in the Bible.
If M. Michelet has satisfied himself
by means of physiology that man is a
monogamic animal, so much the better.
But he who believes that from the
mouth of Wisdom herself proceeded the
words : " And they twain shall be one
flesh," knows as much as he. If M.
Michelet has learned from medical men
that woman is not the impure creature
that unnatural middle-age asceticism
made of her, so much the better. But
he who has read in Genesis that she
was made man's "help-meet," — bone of
his bone, and flesh of his flesh, — can
never be tempted, unless bewildered
with lying traditions or puffed up with
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false spiritual pride, to think otherwise
of her. If he insist that by her consti-
tution she has a constantly recurrent
cause of disease within her, St. Paul's
words, "the weaker vessel," command
of stronger man all the deference and
indulgence to which M. Michelet would
persuade him. In short, mix together
the few texts I have alluded to, with
those other ones of Gen. ii. 25, and
Gen. iii. 16, and dilute them with
an infinite quantity of French fine
writing, and you have the whole of
" L' Amour," so ,far as it has any moral
worth whatever. And he who chooses
to meditate upon the " Song of Songs/'
both in itself, as the divine sanction of
sensuous love as being the only ade-
quate mirror of spiritual, and in its
position in the sacred volume between
Ecclesiasticus, the book of worldly ex-
perience, and Isaiah, the book of pro-
phetic insight, as indicating the link
which earthly love supplies between the
two, will feel that 450 pages of French
prose are but a poor exchange for its
lyric lessons.
What is wanting indeed to M.
Michelet's " true love"? Not self-con-
templation ; not the effort to be self-
wrapped. But everything below —
everything above. The rock of a divine
command on which man or woman can
stand and say, I ought, and to the
Tempter, Thou shalt not. The sense of
an Almighty Love by whom each is up-
held, on whose bosom each may sink,
and feel that " underneath are the ever-
lasting arms." The light of a Word
made Flesh, who has suffered all our
sufferings, borne all our sins. The help
of a Spirit of Truth, who will guide us
into all truth, though through never so
much of doubt, and darkness, and de-
spair. The beholding of the joy of a
divine marriage, of the redeemed church
with its Saviour, of which every smallest
wedded joy of earth is a ray, towards
which every truth of pure human love
is an aspiration. The abiding and
restful sense of subordination in har-
monic unity, link after link in a divine
chain; a subordination that lifts and
does not lower, that joins and not
divides ; gathering up successively all
desire into a nobler object, all life into
a mightier focus, — man the head of the
woman, — Christ the head of man, —
God the head of Christ.
And for want of these, his whole
purpose makes shipwreck. He promises
woman her enfranchisement ; but it is
only to jail her within her own physical
constitution, with her husband for turn-
key. He lavishes his fancy on what
may be called the lyrics of the flesh ;
but he does not trust that poor flesh for
a moment; he is always watching it,
spying it ; his " medication " of heart or
body presupposes and leaves it as frail
and false as any Jesuit folio of casuistry.
It has been well said, indeed, of the
work by M. Emile Monte"gut that it is
essentially a Romanist book, which had
been unwritable and incomprehensible
anywhere else than in a Roman Catholic
country. The whole, in fact, of M.
Michelet's work affords evidence of that
"invincible ignorance" — to use a term of
Romish theology — of Christ and of the
Bible which Romanism leaves behind it
in most souls, if it should come to
depart from them. M. Michelet has
no doubt read the Bible ; he is familiar
with religious works, both Protestant
and Romish ; he has himself written
" Memoirs of Luther." And yet it may
not be too much to say that he has never
once seen Christ. This is even more
evident in his last work, " La Femme,"
of which I have now to say a few
words.
"La Femme" is in some parts a
mere repetition, in many a dilution, of
" L'Amour." It is on the whole less
mawkish, but more wearisome. The
writer's dissective tendencies rise in it
to absolute rapture. A child's brain
becomes in his pages "a broad and
mighty camellia," "the flower of flowers,"
" the most touching beauty that nature
has realized." But the work covers in
some respects a new field. The hypo-
thetical wife whom he exhibited in
"L'Amour" was after all, as I have
said, some existing Frenchwoman
brought up in Romanism, having, ac-
cording to the writer, everything to
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unlearn from her free-minded husband,
but at the same time most will ing to do
so. This last trait, however, it would
seem, was so far from reality as to spoil
the picture. The second work then
comes in to supply the true female
ideal.
The great fact of the time, M. Michelet
tells us, patent to all, is, that man lives
apart from, woman, and that more and
more. Woman is left behind by man.
Even a drawing-room divides into two
— one of men, one of women. The
attempt to make men and women speak
together only creates a silence. They
have no more ideas in common — no
more a common language. In his in-
troduction, the most valuable part of
the volume, M. Michelet inquires rapidly
into the social and economical causes of
this alienation, quoting many interesting,
some harrowing and hideous facts.
Imagine this for instance, as to the
venal tyranny of the theatrical press,
in a country such as France, where
political freedom is gagged : — An actress
comes to a theatrical critic, to ask him
why he is always writing her down.
The answer is that she was somewhat
favourably treated at first, and ought to
have sent some solid mark of gratitude.
— " ' But I am so poor ; I gain next to
' nothing ; I have a mother to main-
' tain.' ' What do I care ? take a lover.'
' ' But I am not pretty — I am so sad —
' men are only in love with cheerful
' women.' ' No, you won't bamboozle
' me ; you are pretty, young lady, it is
' only ill-will : you are proud, which
' is bad. You must do as others — you
' must have a lover.' " M. Michelet
seems to speak of this from personal
experience. I wish he had added that
he had flung the hound of a penny-a-
liner out of window.
Taking up, then, in the nineteenth
century the work of F6nelon in the
seventeenth, M. Michelet adopts for
special subject the education of girls,
with a view to filling the gap between
the sexes. " Woman," he tells us, " is
a religion." The education of a girl
is therefore " to harmonize a religion,"
whilst that of a boy is "to organize a
force." In his views on the subject of
female education, much will be found
that is suggestive and beautiful. But
the main point still remains — if Avoman
is a religion, how is she to have one ?
" She must have a faith," we are told by
the writer ; logic would seem to require
that that faith should be in her own
self. What it is to be is really most
difficult to discover. Towards ten or
twelve, her father is to give her some
select readings from original writers ;
narratives from Herodotus ; the Retreat
of the Ten Thousand ; "some beautiful
narrations from the Bible," the Odyssey,
and "our modern Odyssey s, our good
travellers." Even before these, it would
seem, she should have some " sound
" and original readings .... some of
" the truly ethereal hymns of the Vedas,
" such and such prayers and laws of
" Persia, so pure and so heroic, join-
" ing to these several of the touching
" Biblical pastorals — Jacob, Ruth, To-
"bit," &c. The Bible itself must be
kept aloof. Most of its books seem
to M. Michelet to have been written
after dark at night. God forbid that
one should trouble too soon a young
heart with the divorce of man from God,
of the son from his father ; with the
dreadful problem of the origin of evil!
. . . The book is not soft and enervating
like the mystics of the middle ages ;
but it is too stormy, thick, restless.
" Another motive again, which would
" make me hesitate to read this too soon,
" is the hatred of nature which the Jews
" express everywhere. . . . This gives
" to their books a negative, critical cha-
" racter; a character of gloomy austerity,
" which is yet not always pure ..."
Better read " in the Bible of light, the
" Zend Avesta, the ancient and sacred
" complaint of the cow to man, to recall
" to him the benefits which he owes
" her ..."
The subject is too grave for joking.
But only imagine bringing up a girl
upon cow-laments from the Zend Avesta,
and keeping the Bible from her handrf !
Is it possible too for a man to read more
completely into a book his own preju-
dices against it? Where, except in the in-
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Iranian asceticism of the Romish middle
ages, or in extreme Scotch Calvinism,
do you find any trace of that " hatred of
nature" which M. Michelet fathers upon
the Bible 1 From the first page to the
last, it is the book of nature almost as
much as it is the book of man. Hatred
of nature ! No, the intensest sympathy
which can yet consist with man's dignity,
as God's vice-king over nature, made to
have dominion over fish and fowl, cattle
and creeping thing ; over " all the earth,"
which he is not only commanded to
"replenish," but to "subdue." He is to
sympathise with nature under every
aspect, from every point of view ; as
comprised with him in that creation, of
whose absolute order and beauty it is
written that -"God saw everytliing that
" He had made, and behold it was very
"good;" as suffering, guiltless, through
his fall, and cursed for his sake alone ;
as " groaning and travailing in pain
together " with him for a common deli-
verance, as assured of a common perfec-
tion in the New Heaven and the New
Earth. It is not enough that he is
taught by Prophet, Psalmist, Apostle —
by none more assiduously than by the
Saviour Himself — to look on the face of
nature as a mirror wherein are revealed
the mysteries of the Kingdom of God.
He is called on to look on her as a
fellow-servant ; her obedience is re-
peatedly contrasted with his revolt.
"The stork in the heavens knoweth
" her appointed times ; and the turtle,
" and the crane, and the swallow observe
" the time of their coming ; but my
" people know not the judgment of the
" Lord." " The ox knoweth his owner,
" and the ass his master's crib, but
" Israel doth not know, my people doth
" not consider." Nay, she is more than
a fellow-servant, she is a fellow-wor-
shipper. Prophet nor Psalmist can
satisfy their raptures of devotion, unless
they call upon her to share them :
"Sing, 0 heavens, and be joyful, 0
" earth, and break forth into singing,
" O mountains." " Let the heaven re-
" joice, and let the earth be glad ; let the
" field be joyful, and all that therein is ;
" yea let all the trees of the wood rejoice
No. 7. — VOL. ii.
' before the Lord." " Praise the Lord
' upon earth, ye dragons and all deeps ;•
' fire and haU, snow and vapours, stormy
'wind fulfilling his word; mountains
'and all hills, fruitful trees and all
' cedars, beasts and all cattle, worms
' and feathered fowls." ..." Let every-
' thing that hath breath praise the
' Lord." If this be hatred of nature, '
may every one of us enter more and
more into the infinite fervent charity of
such hatred ! Is it not more likely to
lift the soul of girl or boy than the
sentimental self-consciousness of some
ancient Parsee cow, mooing over her
own. ill-requited services ? Will any
worship of the bull Apis ever give
such a sense of the real preciousness of
animal life, as that last verse of the
Book of Jonah : " Should I not spare
' Nineveh, that great city, wherein are
' more than six-score thousand persons,
' that cannot discern between their right
'hand and their left hand; and also
'much cattle ?"
I suspect the physiological period of
M. Michelet' s career will be the last.
Read in the light of his two latest works,
I think his earlier ones — the " Introduc-
tion to Universal History" for instance
— bear testimony that the whole ten-
dency of his mind has always been
towards the spiritualistic materialism, as
I prefer to call it — the "mystic sen-
sualism," as it has been called by a
French Protestant critic — of which
" L' Amour," and " La Femme," are the
direct exponents. Jn "La Femme" we
cannot fail to perceive a senile garrulity,
which marks that the writer has fully
passed the climax of his genius, a climax
which may perhaps be fixed at " The
Bird." I have generally felt compelled,
in translating from him, to abridge also.
I doubt if he has much henceforth to
tell us that is new. Indeed, the moral
side of " La Femme," is already to be
found fully indicated in the much earlier
" Priests, Women, and Families."
I have called the doctrine of these
works " materialism." I know that
none would protest more strongly
against the application to them of such
a term than the writer. " I have
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Spiritualistic Materialism — Michelet.
spent all my life," he tells us, "in
claiming the rights of the soul against
the nauseous materialism of my time."
Again and again he uses the term as
one of the utmost reproach. And yet
the books are essentially materialistic.
The physical organization of woman is
made practically the standard of her
capacity for perceiving right and wrong.
Love is made, in fact, its own end, al-
though announced as a means of moral
enfranchisement. Nothing is shown to
the woman above the man, unless it be,
and in such proportions as he chooses
to show it her, some misty idea of the
great harmony, " in which we should
wish to die as much as to live, in the just
and regular law of the All." Through
this "all" may indeed hover the name
of God, but more as a ghost deprived
of its last resting-place, than as He that
Is. The writer may indeed tell us that
he "cannot do without God;" that "the
" momentary eclipse of the high central
"idea darkens this marvellous modern
" world of sciences and discoveries ;" that
the unity of the world is love ; that
woman feels the infinite " in the loving
"cause and the father of nature, who
"procreates her from the good to the
" better." Yet what is this beyond mere
Pantheistic Hindooism, drenched in ver-
biage? Heine, we are told, called M.
Michelet a Hindoo. One feels tempted
to say, Let him be so in good earnest.
God for god, I prefer Vishnu to the
thin shadow of him which flits through
M. Michelet's pages. Any one of his
avatars would be preferable for me to
that repulsive Egyptian myth of Isis,
(a mother by her twin brother ere her
birth), which M. Michelet tells us has
never been exceeded, which he offers as
food to the " common faith" of husband
and wife. Again, he may give us a
chapter, and a very touching one too,
on " love beyond the grave," in which
he exhibits to us the departed husband
discoursing on immortality to his widow.
But after all, what assurance have we
that such a colloquy is any more, was
even meant to be any more, than a piece
of sentimental ventriloquism 1 The
pledge of immortality is not one that
can be given by mortal to mortal. " Be-
cause I live, ye shall live also." When
He who is the Source and Lord of life
tells us so, we may believe and hope.
" Because I died, thou shalt live." Can
even the madness of unsatisfied love
make more than a temporary plaything
of such an assurance ?
But I have called the doctrine of these
works, spiritualistic materialism. I do
not care for the strangeness of the expres-
sion, if by means of it I can only waken
up those who are content to rest upon
the traditions, opinions, prejudices of
past days, to some sense of the strange
and new things with which they have
now to deal. If they would be prepared
to combat whatever is evil and deadly
in the doctrine of which I am speaking,
let them utterly put out of their minds
all conceptions of a materialist as of
a man wallowing in sensual indul-
gencies, denying the very idea of right ;
or even as of a hard-minded logician,
treating as impossible all that he can-
not see, scoffing at faith as at a child
grasping for the moon, or for his own
image in the mirror. Michelet, in-
deed, proclaims himself a spiritualist ;
he "cannot do without God ;" faith in
a spirit of love, if scarcely of truth,
breathes throughout his pages. What
I have ventured to term his materialism
comes forth in the name and on behalf
of morality ; for the restoration of the
purity of marriage, of the harmony of
the family. As the frank and eloquent
witness against the corruptions of that
purity and harmony in our social state,
he deserves all our sympathy and res-
pect. We may not, thank God, have
reached yet in free Protestant England
that depth of cold cynicism which he
indignantly exhibits to us, when he
repeats, as an ear- witness, the advice of
a husband and a father living in the
country, to a young man of the neigh-
bourhood : "If you are to remain here,
"you must marry, but if you live in
" Paris, it is not worth while. It is too
" easy to do otherwise." But that is all
the greater reason why we should in
time beware, lest we should ever be
carried away, on the same or other
Spiritualistic Materialism — Michelet.
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slopes, to the same gulf. We have
nothing, God knows, to boast of. Peni-
tentiaries, I fear, receive generally but the
heaviest dregs of the seething caldron
of female vice. Midnight tea-meetings
will, I fear, do little more than skim off a
little froth from its surface. Neither
the one nor the other either lessen the
demand, or even attack the supply in its
sources, — in those ill-paid labours which
the cursed thirst for cheapness tends to
multiply, — in that money- worship which
makes wealth as such honourable, and
poverty the worst of shames, — in those
plutonomic doctrines which are erected
into a faith for states or for individuals,
and which tend to supplant everywhere
duty by interest, the living force of
" Thou shalt " by the restraining doubt
" Will it pay ? " Michelet has at least
the merit of attempting a radical cure
for the evil. He addresses man rather
than woman ; and he is right. He
seeks to conquer lust by love ; and he
is right. His folly lies in treating
earthly love as if it could be its own
centre, its own self-renewing source.
That folly has been pointed out ere
this in France itself by manlier and
nobler pens than his own. M. Emile
Monte"gut, in the " Eevue des Deux
Mondes," for December 1858, has com-
plained of the absence in M. Michelet's
ideal marriage of the true freedom of
the soul, " of those great moral and
religious laws" which formerly presided
over it ; has told him that love, as he
represents it, wounds the dignity of
man, enervates, effeminates him ^ that
the home he paints is little more than
the "retreat of two selfish voluptuaries."
These are hard words, harder than I
have ventured to use. And yet the
French critic concludes, as I would fain
do myself, with expressing the hope
that M. Michelet's writings may not be
without their use, — that they may have
some effect for good on many "an
opaque and dried-up brain," on many
'a dry vain heart," on many poor crea-
tures prone to brutality, to sensual
ferocity, to barbarous selfishness. In-
deed already and long ere this, as M.
Michelet tells us himself, the witness
which he has borne for moral purity
has not been without its fruits. Whilst
he was yet professor, a young man one
morning burst into his room, to give
him the news that the masters of certain
cafe's, of certain other well-known houses,
complained of his teaching. Their es-
tablishments were losing by it. Young
men were imbibing a mania of serious
conversation, forgetting their habits.
The students' balls ran risk of closing.
All who gained by the amusements of
the schools deemed themselves threa-
tened by a moral revolution. — How
many of our preachers could say as
much?
For us, Englishmen, — bound as we are
in charity to indulgence towards M.
Michelet by the almost invariable mis-
takes which he makes whenever he
speaks of us or of our country, — we
need not fear, I take it, even the worst
influences of his teaching ; it is too
essentially French to affect us. We
may fear however, and we ought to
fear, that refined materialism of which
it is one of the symptoms, which con-
founds worship with a certain religiosity,
replaces faith by sentiments, and affects
to see God in nature everywhere, but
in nature only. Crown him, girdle
him, smother him with flowers, the
Nature-god is at bottom but a bundle
of cruel forces and lawless lusts, — the
Krishna of the sixteen thousand gopis is
the same, through whose flaming jaws
Arjuna saw generation after generation
of created beings rush headlong to
destruction. But against such Pan-
theism, overt or latent, in the gristle or
in the bone, there is no better preserva-
tion than the Pantfieism, if I may use
the term, of Christianity. None will
ever be temp ted 'to worship nature less,
than he who has learnt to see her divine
in God.
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TOM BROWtf AT OXFORD.
BY THE AUTHOR OP "TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL-DAYS."
CHAPTER XVII.
NEW GROUND.
MY readers have now been steadily at
Oxford for six months without moving.
Most people find such a spell of the
place without a change quite as much
as they care to take ; moreover it may
do our hero good to let him alone for
a number, that he may have time to look
steadily into the pit which he has been
so near falling into, which is still
yawning awkwardly in his path ; more-
over, the exigencies of a story-teller
must lead him away from home now
and then. Like the rest of us, his
family must have change of air, or he
has to go off to see a friend properly
married, or a connexion buried: to wear
white or black gloves with or for some
one, carrying such sympathy as he can
with him, that so he may come back
from every journey, however short, with
a wider horizon. Yes ; to come back
home after every stage of life's journey-
ing with a wider horizon, more in sym-
pathy with men and nature, knowing
ever more of the righteous and eternal
laws which govern them, and of the
righteous and loving will which is above
all, and around all, and beneath all, this
must be the end and aim of all of us, or
we shall be wandering about blindfold,
and spending time and labour and jour-
ney-money on that which profiteth no-
thing. So now I must ask my readers
to forget the old buildings and quad-
rangles of the fairest of England's cities,
the caps and the gowns, the reading and
rowing, for a short space, and take a
flight with me to other scenes and pas-
tures new.
The nights are pleasant in May, short
and pleasant for travel. We will leave
the ancient city asleep, and do our flight
in the night to save time. Trust your-
selves then to the story-teller's aerial
machine. It is but a rough affair, I own,
rough and humble, unfitted for high or
great flights, with no gilded panels, or
dainty cushions, or C-springs — not that
we shall care about springs, by the way,
until we alight on terra firina again —
still, there is much to be learned in a
third-class carriage if we will only not
look for the cushions and fine panels,
and forty miles an hour travelling in it,
and will not be shocked at our fellow-
passengers for being weak in their h's
and smelling of fustian. Mount in it,
then, you who will after this warning;
the fares are holiday fares, the tickets
return tickets. Take with you nothing
but the poet's luggage,
" A smile for Hope, a tear for Pain,
A breath to swell the voice of.
Prayer,"
and may you have a pleasant journey,
for it is time that the stoker should be
looking to his going gear !_,
So now we rise slowly in the moon-
light from St. Ambrose's quadrangle,
and, when we are clear of the clock-
tower, steer away southwards, over
Oxford 'city and all its sleeping wisdom
and folly, over street and past spire,
over Christ Church and the canons'
houses, and the fountain in Tom quad ;
over St. Aldate's and the river, along
which the moonbeams lie in a pathway of
twinkling silver, over the rail way sheds —
no, there was then no railway, but only
the quiet fields and footpaths of Hincksey
hamlet. Well, no matter ; at any rate,
the hills beyond and Bagley Wood were
there then as now : and over hills and
•wood we rise, catcliing the purr of the
night-jar, the trill of the nightingale,
and the first crow of the earliest cock
pheasant, as he stretches his jewelled
wings, conscious of his strength and his
beauty, heedless of the fellows of St.
John's, who slumber within sight of his
perch, on whose hospitable board he
shall one day lie prone on his hick, with
Tom Brown at Oxford.
fair larded breast turned upwards for
the carving knife, having crowed his
last crow. He knows it not ; what
matters it to him? If he knew it,
could a Bagley Wood cock-pheasant desire
a better ending ?
"We pass over the vale beyond ; hall
and hamlet, church and meadow, and
copse folded in mist and shadow below
us, each hamlet holding in its bosom the
materials of three-volumed novels by
the dozen, if we could only pull off the
roofs of the houses and look steadily
into the interiors ; but our destination
is farther yet. The faint white streak
behind the distant Chilterns reminds us
that we have no time for gossip by the
way ; May nights are short, and the sun
will be up by four. No matter; our
journey will now be soon over, for the
broad vale is crossed, and the chalk hills
and downs beyond. Larks quiver up
by us, " higher ever higher," hastening
up to get a first glimpse of the coming
monarch, careless of food, flooding the
fresh air with song. Steady plodding
rooks labour along below us, and lively
starlings rush by on the look-out for the
early worm; lark and swallow, rook and
starling, each on his appointed round.
The sun arises, and they get them to it ;
he is up now, and these breezy uplands
over which we hang are swimming in
the light of horizontal rays, though the
shadows and mists still lie on the
wooded dells which slope away south-
wards.
Here let us bring to, over the village
of Englebourn, and try to get acquainted
with the outside of the place before the
good folk are about and we have to go
down among them, and their sayings
and doings.
The village lies on the southern slopes
of the Berkshire hills, on the opposite
side to that under which our hero was
born. Another soil altogether is here, we
remark in the first place. This is nobu
chalk, this high knoll which rises above
— one may almost say hangs over — the
village, crowned with Scotch firs, its
sides tufted with gorse and heather. It
is the Hawk's Lynch, the favourite resort
of Englebourn folk, who come up — for
the view, for the air, because their
fathers and mothers came up before
them; because they came up themselves
as children — from an instinct which
moves them all in leisure hours and
Sunday evenings, when the sun shines
and the birds sing, whether they care
for view or air or not Something guides
all their feet hitherward ; the children,
to play hide-and-seek and look for nests
in the gorse-bushes ; young men and
maidens, to saunter and look and talk,
as they will till the world's end — or as
long, at any rate, as the Hawk's Lynch
and Englebourn last — and to cut their
initials, inclosed in a true lover's knot,
on the short rabbit's turf ; steady married
couples, to plod along together consulting
on hard times and growing families ;
even old tottering men, who love to sit
at the feet of the firs, with chins leaning
on their sticks, prattling of days long
past to any one who will listen, or look-
ing silently with dim eyes into the sum-
mer air, feeling perhaps in their spirits
after a wider and more peaceful view
which will soon open for them. A
common knoll, open to all, up in the
silent air, well away from every-day
Englebourn life, with the Hampshire
range and the distant Beacon Hill lying
soft on the horizon, and nothing higher
between you and the southern sea, what
a blessing the Hawk's Lynch is to the
village folk, one and all ! May Heaven
and a thankless soil long preserve it and
them from an inclosure under the Act !
There is much temptation lying about,
though, for the inclosers of the world.
The rough common land, you see,
stretches over the whole of the knoll,
and down to its base, and away along
the hills behind, of which the Hawk's
Lynch is an outlying spur. Rough
common land, broken only by pine
woods of a few acres each in extent, an
occasional woodman's or squatter's cottage
and little patch of attempted garden.
But immediately below, and on eack
flank of the spur, and half-way up the '
slopes, come small farm inclosures break-
ing here and there the belt of wood
lands, which generally lies between the
rough wild upland and the cultivated
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country below. As you stand on the
knoll you can see the common land just
below you at its foot narrow into a mere
road, with a border of waste on each
side, which runs into Englebourn Street.
At the end of the straggling village
stands the church with its square tower,
a lofty grey stone building, with bits of
fine decorated architecture about it, but
much of churchwarden Gothic super-
vening. The churchyard is large, and
the graves, as you can see plainly even
from this distance, are all crowded on
the southern side. The rector's sheep
are feeding in the northern part nearest
to us, and a small gate at one corner
opens into his garden. The rectory
looks large and comfortable, and its
grounds well cared for and extensive,
with a rookery of elms at the lawn's
end. It is the chief house of the place,
for there is no resident squire. The
principal street contains a few shops,
some dozen perhaps in all ; and several
f^rm houses lie a little back from it,
with garden in front, and yards and
barns and orchards behind ; and there
are two public houses. The other dwel-
lings are mere cottages, and very bad
ones for the most part, with floors below
the level of the street. Almost every
house in the village is thatched, which
adds to the beauty though not to the
comfort of the place. The rest of the
population who do not live in the street
are dotted about the neighbouring lanes,
chiefly towards the west, on our right
as we look down from the Hawk's Lynch.
On this side the country is more open,
and here most of the farmers live, as we
may see by the number of homesteads.
And there is a small brook on that side
too, which with careful damming is made
to turn a mill, there where you see the
clump of poplars. On our left as we
look down, the country to the east of
the village, is thickly wooded ; but we
can see that there is a village green on
that side, and a few scattered cottages,
the farthest of which stands looking out
like a little white eye, from the end of
a dense copsa •
Beyond it there is no sign of habita-
tion for some two miles ; then you can
see the tall chimneys of a great house,
and a well-timbered park round it. The
Grange is not in Englebourn parish —
happily for that parish, one is sorry to
remark. It must be a very bad squire
who does not do more good than harm
by living in a country village. But
there are very bad squires, and the
owner of the Grange is one of them.
He is, however, for the most part, an
absentee, so that we are little concerned
with him, and in fact, have only to
notice this one of his bad habits, that
he keeps that long belt of woodlands,
which runs into Englebourn parish, and
comes almost up to the village, full of
hares and pheasants. He has only suc-
ceeded to the property some three or
four years, and yet the head of game on
the estate, and above all in the woods,
has trebled or quadrupled. Pheasants
by hundreds are reared under hens,
from eggs bought in London, and run
about the keepers' houses as tame as
barn-door fowls all the summer.
When the first party comes down
for the first ~battue early in October,
it is often as much as the beaters can do
to persuade these pampered fowls that
they are wild game, whose duty it is to
get up and fly away and be shot at.
However, they soon learn more of the
world — such of them, at least, as are not
slain — and are unmistakeable wild birds
in a few days. Then they take to roost-
ing farther from their old haunts, more
in the outskirts of the woods, and the
time comes for others besides the squire's
guests to take their education in hand,
and teach pheasants at least that they
are no native British birds. These
are a wild set, living scattered about
the wild country ; turf-cutters, broom-
makers, squatters, with indefinite occu-
pations and nameless habits, a race hated
of keepers and constables. These have
increased and flourished of late years;
and, notwithstanding the imprisonments
and transportations which deprive them
periodically of the most enterprising
members of their community, one and
all give thanks for the day when the
owner of the Grange took to pheasant
breeding. If the demoralization stopped
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with them, little harm might come of it,
as they would steal fowls in the home-
steads if there were no pheasants in the
woods — which latter are less dangerous
to get, and Avorth more when gotten.
But, unhappily, this method of earning
a livelihood has strong attractions, and
is catching ; and the cases of farm
labourers who get into trouble about
game are more frequent season by
season in the neighbouring parishes,
and Englebourn is no better than the
rest. And the men are not likely to be
much discouraged from these practices,
or taught better, by the farmers ; for, if
there is one thing more than another
that drives that sturdy set of men, the
Englebourn yeomen, into a frenzy, it is
talk of the game in the Grange covers.
Not that they dislike sport ; they like it
too well, and, moreover, have been used
to their fair share of it. For the late
squire left the game" entirely in their
hands. " You know best how much
game your land will carry without
serious damage to the crops," he used
to say. " I like to show my friends a
fair day's sport when they are with me,
and to have enough game to supply the
house and make a few presents. Beyond
that it is no affair of mine. You can
course whenever you like ; and let me
know when you want a day's shooting,
and you shall have it." Under this
system the yeomen became keen sports-
men ; they and all their labourers took
an interest in preserving, and the whole
district would have risen on a poacher.
The keeper's place became a sinecure,
and the squire had as much game as he
wanted without expense, and was, more-
over, the most popular man in the
county. Even after the new man came,
and all was changed, the mere revoca-
tion of their sporting liberties, and the
increase of game, unpopular as these
things were, would not alone have made
the farmers so bitter, and have raised
that sense of* outraged justice in them.
But with these changes came in a cus-
tom new in the country — the custom of
selling the game. At first the report
was not believed ; but soon it became
notorious that no head of game from the
Grange estates was ever given away,
that not only did the tenants never get a
brace of birds or a hare, or the labourers
a rabbit, but not one of the gentlemen
who helped to kill the game ever found
any of the bag in his dog-cart after the
day's shooting. Nay, so shameless had
the system become, and so highly was
the art of turning the game to account
cultivated at the Grange, that the
keepers sold powder and shot to any
of the guests who had emptied their
own belts or flasks at something
over the market retail price. The
light cart drove to the market-town
twice a week in the season, loaded
heavily with game, but more heavily
with the hatred and scorn of the far-
mers ; and, if deep and bitter curses
could break patent axles or necks, the
new squire and his game-cart would not
long have vexed the country side. As
it was, not a man but his own tenants
would salute him in the market-place ;
and these repaid themselves for the un-
willing courtesy by bitter reflections on
a squire who was mean enough to pay
his butcher's and poulterer's bill out of
their pockets.
Alas, that the manly instinct of sport
which is so strong in all of us English-
men— which sends Oswell's single-
handed against the mightiest beasts
that walk the earth, and takes the poor
cockney journeyman out a ten . miles'
walk almost before daylight on the rare
summer holiday mornings, to angle with
rude tackle inreservoir or canal — should
be dragged through such mire as this in
many an English shire in our day. If
English landlords want to go on shoot-
ing game much longer, they must give
up selling it. For if selling game be-
comes the rule, and not the exception
(as it seems likely to do before long),
good-bye to sport in England. Every
man who loves his country more than
his pleasures or his pocket— and, thank
God, that includes the great majority of
us yet, however much we may delight
in gun and rod, let Mr. Bright and every
demagogue in the land say what they
please — will cry, " Down with it," and
lend a hand to put it down for ever.
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But, to return to our perch on the
Hawk's Lynch above Englebourn village.
As I was saying just now, when the
sight of the distant Grange and its
woods interrupted me, there is no squire
living here. The rector is the fourth of
his race who holds the family living — a
kind, easy-going, gentlemanly old man,
a Doctor of Divinity, as becomes his
position, though he only went into
orders because there was the living ready
for him. In his day he had been a good
magistrate and neighbour, living with,
and much in the same way as, the
squires round about! But his contem-
poraries had dropped off one by one ;
his own health had long been failing;
his wife was dead ; and the young gene-
ration did not seek him. His work and
the parish had no real hold on him ; so
he had nothing to fall back on, and had
become a confirmed invalid, seldom
leaving the house and garden even to go
to church, and thinking more of his
dinner and his health than of all other
things in earth or heaven.
The only child who remained at home
with him was a daughter, a girl of nine-
teen or thereabouts, whose acquaintance
we shall make presently, and who was
doing all that a good heart and sound
head prompted in nursing an old hypo-
chondriac and filling his place in the
parish. But though the old man was
weak and selfish, he was kind in his
way, and ready to give freely, or to do
anything which his daughter suggested
for the good of his people, provided the
trouble were taken off his shoulders.
In the year before our tale opens he had
allowed some thirty acres of his glebe to
be parcelled out in allotments amongst
the poor ; and his daughter spent almost
what she pleased in clothing-clubs,
and sick-clubs, and the school, without a
word from him. Whenever he did
remonstrate, she managed to get what
she wanted out of the house-money, or
her own allowance.
We must make acquaintance with
such other of the inhabitants as it con-
cerns us to know in the course of the
story ; for it is broad daylight, and the
Tillagers will be astir directly. Folk who
go to bed before nine, after a hard day's
work, get into the habit of turning out
soon after the sun calls them. So now,
descending from the Hawk's Lynch, we
will alight at the east end of Engle-
bourn, opposite the little white cottage
which looks out at the end of the great
wood, near the village-green.
Soon after five on that bright Sunday
morning, Harry Winburn unbolted the
door of his mother's cottage, and stepped
out in his shirt-sleeves on to the little
walk in front, paved with pebbles. Per-
haps some of my readers will recognise
the name of an old acquaintance, and
wonder how he got here; so I shall
explain at once. Soon after our hero
went to school, Harry's father had
died of a fever. He had been a
journeyman blacksmith, and in the re-
fceipt, consequently, of rather better
wages than generally fall to the lot of
the peasantry, but not enough to leave
much of a margin over current expendi-
ture. Moreover, the Winburns had
always been open-handed with whatever
money they had ; so that all he left for
his widow and child, of worldly goods,
was their " few sticks " of furniture, £5
in the Savings' -bank, and the money
from his burial-club, which was not more
than enough to give him a creditable
funeral — that object of honourable am-
bition to all the independent poor. He
left, however, another inheritance to
them, which is in price above rubies,
neither shall silver be named in com-
parison thereof, — the inheritance of an
honest name, of which his Avidow was
proud, and which was not likely to
suffer in her hands.
After the funeral, she removed to
Englebourn, her own native village, and
kept her old father's house, till his
death. He was one of the woodmen
to the Grange, and lived in the cottage
at the corner of the wood in which
his work lay. When ,he too died,
hard times came on Widow Winburn.
The steward allowed her to keep on
the cottage. The rent was a sore bur-
then to her, but she would sooner have
starved than leave it. Parish relief was
out of the question for her father's child
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and her husband's widow ; so she turned
her hand to every odd job which offered,
and went to work in the fields when
nothing else could be had. Whenever
there was sickness in the place, she was
an untiring nurse ; and, at ono time, for
some nine months, she took the office of
postman, and walked daily some nine
miles through a severe winter. The
fatigue and exposure had broken down
her health, and made her an old woman
before her time. At last, in a lucky
hour, the doctor came to hear of her
praiseworthy struggles, and gave her the
rectory washing, which had made her
life a comparatively easy one again.
During all this time her poor neigh-
bours had stood by her as the poor
do stand by one another, helping her
in numberless small ways, so that
she had been able to realize the great
object of her life, and keep Harry at
school till he was nearly fourteen. By
this time he had learned all that the
village pedagogue could teach, and had
in fact become an object of mingled
pride and jealousy to that worthy man,
who had his misgivings lest Harry's
fame as a scholar should eclipse his own
before many years were over.
Mrs. Winburn's character was so good,
that no sooner was her son ready for a
place than a place was ready for him ;
he stepped at once inlo the dignity of
carter's boy, and his earnings, when
added to his mother's, made them com-
fortable enough. Of course she was
wrapped up in him, and believed that
there was no such boy in the parish.
And indeed she was nearer the truth
than most mothers, for he soon grew into
a famous specimen of a countryman ; tall
and lithe, full of nervous strength, and
not yet bowed down or stiffened by
the constant toil of a labourer's daily
life. In these matters, however, he had
rivals in the village ; but in intellectual
accomplishments he was unrivalled. He
was full of learning according to the
village standard, could write and cipher
well, was fond of reading such books as
came in his Avay, and spoke his native
English almost without an accent. He
is one-and-twenty at the time when our
story takes him up, a thoroughly skilled
labourer, the best hedger and ditcher in
the parish ; and, when his blood is up, he
can shear hventy sheep in a day without
razing the skin, or mow for sixteen hours
at a stretch, with rests of half an hour
for meals twice in the day.
Harry shaded his eyes with his hand
for a minute, as he stood outside the
cottage drinking in the fresh pure air,
laden with the scent of the honeysuckle
which he had trained over the porch,
and listening to the chorus of linnets
and finches from the copse at the back
of the house, and then set about the
household duties, which he always
made it a point of honour to attend to
himself on Sundays. First he unshut-
tered the little lattice-window of the
room on the ground- floor ; a simple
operation enough, for the shutter was a
mere wooden flap, which was closed
over the window at night, and bolted
with a wooden bolt on the outside, and
thrown back against, the wall in the
daytime. Any one who would could
have opened it at any moment of the
night ; but the poor sleep sound without
bolts. Then he took the one old bucket
of the establishment, and strode away to
the well on the village-green, and filled
it with clear cold water, doing the same
kind office for the vessels of two or
three rosy little damsels and boys, of
ages varying from ten to fourteen, who
were already astir, and to whom the
winding-up of the parish chain and
bucket would have been a work of diffi-
culty. Eeturning to the cottage, he
proceeded to fill his mother's kettle,
sweep the hearth, strike a light, and
make up the fire with a faggot from the
little stack in the corner of the garden.
Then he haiiled the three-legged round
table before the fire, and dusted it care-
fully over, and laid out the black japan
tea-tray with two delf cups and saucers
of gorgeous pattern, and diminutive
plates to match, and placed the sugar
and slop basins, the big loaf and small
piece of salt butter, in their accustomed
places, and the little black teapot on
the hob to get properly warm. There
was little more to be done indoors, for
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the furniture was scanty enough ; but
everything in turn received its fair
share of attention, and the little
room, with its sunken tiled floor and
yellow-washed walls, looked cheerful
and homely. Then Harry turned his
attention to the shed of his own con-
triving which stood beside the faggot-
stack, and from which expostulatory and
plaintive grunts had been issuing ever
since his first appearance at the door,
telling of a faithful and useful friend
who was sharp set on Sunday mornings,
and desired his poor breakfast, and to
be dismissed for the day to pick up the
rest of his livelihood with his brethren
porkers of the village on the green and
in the lanes. Harry served out to the
porker the poor mess which the wash of
the cottage and the odds and ends of
the little garden aiforded; which that
virtuous animal forthwith began to dis-
cuss with both fore-feet in the trough —
by way, I suppose, of adding to the
flavour — while his master scratched him
gently between the ears and on the
back with a short stick till the repast
was concluded. Then he opened the
door of the stye, and the grateful animal
rushed out into the lane, and away to
the green with a joyful squeal and flirt
of his hind quarters in the air ; and
Harry, after picking a bunch of wall-
flowers, and pansies, and hyacinths, a
line of which flowers skirted the narrow
garden walk, and, putting them in a
long-necked glass which he took from
the mantelpiece, proceeded to his morn-
ing ablutions, ample materials for which
remained at the bottom of the family
bucket, which he had put down on a
little bench by the side of the porch.
These finished, he retired indoors to
shave and dress himself,
CHAPTEE XVIII
ENGLEBOURN VILLAGE.
DAME WINBURN was not long after
her son, and they sat down together to
breakfast in their best Sunday clothes —
she, in plain large white cap, which
covered all but a line of grey hair, a
black stuff gown reaching to neck and
wrists, and small silk neckerchief put on
like a shawl ; a thin, almost gaunt, old
woman, whom the years had not used
tenderly, and who showed marks of their
usage — but a resolute, high-couraged soul,
who had met hard times in the face, and
could meet them again if need were.
She spoke in broad Berkshire, and was
otherwise a homely body, but self-pos-
sessed and without a shade of real vul-
garity in her composition.
The widow looked with some anxiety
at Harry as he took his seat. Although
something of a rustic dandy, of late he
had not been so careful in this matter
as usual; but, in consequence of her
reproaches, on this Sunday there was
nothing to complain of. His black vel-
veteen shooting-coat and cotton plush
waistcoat, his brown corduroy knee
breeches and gaiters sat on him well, and
gave the world assurance of a well-to-do
man, for few of the Englebourn labourers
rose above smock-frocks and fustian
trousers. He wore a blue bird's-eye
handkerchief round his neck, and his
shirt, though coarse in texture, was as
white as the sun and the best laundress
in Englebourn could manage to bleach it.
There was nothing to find fault with in
his dress therefore, but still his mother
did not feel quite comfortable as she took
stealthy glances at him, Harry was
naturally rather a reserved fellow, and
did not make much conversation himself,
and his mother felt a little embarrassed
on this particular morning.
" It was not, therefore, until Dame
Winburn had finished her first slice
of bread and butter, and had sipped
the greater .part of her second dish of
tea out of her saucer, that she broke
silence.
"I minded thy business last night,
Harry, when I wur up at the rectory
about the washin'. It's my belief as
thou'lt get t'other 'lotment next quarter-
day. The doctor spoke very kind about
it, and said as how he heerd as high a
character o' thee, young as thee hist, as
of are' a man in the parish, and as how
he wur set on lettin' the lots to they as'd
do best by 'em ; only he said as the
farmers went agin givin' more nor an
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acre to any man as worked for them, and
the doctor, you see, he don't Like to go
altogether agin the vestry folk."
" What business is it o' theirs," said
Harry, " so long as they get their own
work done 1 There's scarce one on 'em
as hasn't more land already nor he can
keep as should be, and for all that they
want to snap up every bit as falls
vacant, so as no poor man shall get it."
"'Tis mostly so with them as has,"
said his mother, with a half-puzzled
look ; " Scriptur says as to them shall
be given, and they shall have more
abundant." Dame Winburn spoke hesi-
tatingly, and looked doubtfully at Harry,
as a person who has shot with a strange
gun, and knows not what effect the bolt
may have. Harry was brought up all
standing by this unexpected quotation
of his mother's ; but, after thinking for
a few moments while he cut himself a
slice of bread, replied : —
"It don't say as those shall have
more that can't use what they've got
already. 'Tis a deal more like Naboth's
vineyard for aught as I can see. But
'tis little odds to me which way it
goes."
" How canst talk so, Harry ?" said his
mother reproachfully; " thou know'st
thou wast set on it last fall, like a wapse
on sugar. Why, scarce a day past but
thou wast up to the rectory, to see the
doctor about it ; and now thou'rt like
to get it> thou'lt not go aginst 'un."
Harry looked out at the open door,
without answering. It was quite true
that, in the last autumn, he had been
very anxious to get as large an allot-
ment as he could into his own hands,
and that he had been for ever up towards
the rectory, but perhaps not always on
the allotment business. He was natu-
rally a self-reliant, shrewd fellow, and
felt that if he could put his hand on
three or four acres of land, he could
soon make himself independent of the
farmers. He knew that at harvest-times,
and whenever there was a pinch for good
labourers, they would be glad enough to
have him ; while at other times, with a
few acres of his own, he would be his
own master, and could do much better
for himself. So he had put his name
down first on the doctor's list, taken
the largest lot he could get, and worked
it so well, that his crops, amongst others,
had been a sort of village-show last
harvest-time. Many of the neighbouring
allotments stood out in sad contrast to
those of Harry and the more energetic
of the peasantry, and lay by the side of
these latter, only half worked and full of
weeds, and the rent was never ready. It
was worse than useless to let matters go
on thus, and the question arose, what
was to be done with the neglected lots.
Harry, and all the men like him, applied
at once for them; and their eagerness to
get them had roused some natural jea-
lousy amongst the farmers, who began
to foresee that the new system might
shortly leave them with none but the
worst labourers. So the vestry had
pressed on the doctor, as Dame Win-
burn said, not to let any man have more
than an acre, or an acre and a half ; and
the well-meaning, easy-going, invalid old
man couldn't make up his mind what
to do. So here was May come again,
and the neglected lots were still in the
nominal occupation of the idlers. The
doctor got no rent, and was annoyed at
the partial failure of a scheme which he
had not indeed originated, but for which
he had taken much credit to himself.
The negligent occupiers grumbled that
they were not allowed a drawback for
manure, and that no pigstyes were put
up for them. " 'Twas allers understood
so," they maintained, " and they'd never
ha' took to the lots but for that." The
good men grumbled that it would be too
late now for them to do more than clean
the lots of weeds this year. The farmers
grumbled that it was always understood
no man should have more than one lot.
The poor rector had led his flock into a
miry place with a vengeance. People
who cannot ntake up their minds breed
trouble in other places besides country
villages. However quiet and out-of-the-
way the place may be, there is always
some quasi public topic which stands, to
the rural Englishman, in the place of
treaty, or budget, or reform-bill. So the
great allotment question, for the time,
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was that which exercised the minds of
the inhabitants of Englebourn ; and until
lately no one had taken a keener interest
in it than Harry Winburn. But that
interest had now much abated, and so
Harry looked through the cottage-door,
instead of answering his mother.
" "Tis my belief as you med amost hev
it for the axin'," Dame Winburn began
again, when she found that he would not
re-open the subject himself. " The young
missus said as much to me herself last
night. Ah ! to be sure, things 'd go
better if she had the guidin on 'em."
" I'm not going after it any more,
mother. We can keep the bits o' sticks
here together without it while you be
alive ; and if anything was to happen to
you, I don't think I should stay in these
parts. But it don't matter what becomes
o' me ; I can earn a livelihood any-
where."
Dame Winburn paused a moment,
before answering, to subdue her vexa-
tion, and then said, " How can 'ee let
hankerin' arter a lass take the heart out
o thee s6 ? Hold up thy head, and act
a bit measterful. The more thou makest
o' thyself, the more like thou art to
win."
" Did you hear ought of her, mother,
last night1?" replied Harry, taking ad-
vantage of this ungracious opening to
speak of the subject which was upper-
most in his mind.
" I heered she wur going on well,"
said his mother.
" No likelihood of her comin' home?"
"Not as I could make out. Why,
she hevn't been gone not four months.
Now, do'ee pluck up a bit, Harry ; and
be more like thyself."
" Why, mother, I've not missed a
day's work since Christmas ; so there
ain't much to find fault with."
" Nay, Harry, 'tisn't thy work. Thou
wert always good at thy work, praise
God. Thou'rt thy father's own son for
that. But thou dostn't keep about like,
and take thy place wi' the lave on 'em
since Christmas. Thou look'st hagged
at times, and folk '11 see it, and talk
about thee afore long."
" Let 'em talk. I mind their talk no
more than last year's wind," said Harry
abruptty.
" But thy old mother does," she said,
looking at him with eyes full of pride
and love ; and so Harry, who was a right
good son, began to inquire what it was
which' was specially weighing on his
mother's mind, determined to do any-
thing in reason to replace her on the
little harmless social pinnacle from
which she was wont to look down on all
the other mothers and sons of the parish.
He soon found out that her present
grievance arose from his having neglected
his place as ringer of the heavy bell in
the village peal on the two preceding
Sundays ; and, as this post was in some
sort corresponding to stroke of the
boat at Oxford, her anxiety was reason-
able enough. So Harry promised to go
to ringing in good time that morning,
and then set about little odds and ends
of jobs till it would be time to start.
Dame Winburn went to her cooking
and other household duties, which were
pretty well got under when her son
took his hat and started for the belfry.
She stood at the door with a half-peeled
potato in one hand, shading her eyes
with the other, as she watched him
striding along the raised footpath under
the elms, when the sound of light foot-
steps and pleasant voices coming up
from the other direction made her turn
round, and drop a curtsey as the rector's
daughter and another y^oung lady stopped
at her door.
" Good morning, Betty," said the
former; "here's a bright Sunday morning
at last, isn't it ? "
" 'Tis indeed, miss ; but where hev'ee
been to ? "
" Oh, we've only been for a little
walk before school-time. This is my
cousin, Betty. She hasn't been at
Englebourn since she was quite a child ;
so I've been taking her to the Hawk's
Lynch to see our view."
"And you can't think how I have
enjoyed it," said her cousin ; " it is so
still and beautiful."
" I've heer'd say as there ain't no such
a place for thretty mile round," said
Betty proudly. " But do 'ee come in,
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tho', and sit'ee down a bit," she added,
bitstling inside her door, and beginning
to rub down a chair with her apron ;
" 'tis a smart step for gentlefolk to walk
afore church." Betty's notions of the
walking powers of gentlefolk were very
limited.
"No, thank you, we must be getting
on," said Miss Winter ; " but how lovely
your flowers are. Look, Mary, did you
ever see such double pansies? We've
nothing like them at the rectory."
" Do'ee take some," said Betty, emerg-
ing again, and beginning to pluck a
handful of her finest flowers ; " 'tis all
our Harry's doing ; he's mazin partickler
about seeds."
" He seems to make everything thrive,
Betty. There, that's plenty, thank you.
We won't take many, for fear they should
fade before church is over."
" Oh, dont'ee be afeard, there's plenty
more ; and you be as welcom as the
day."
Betty never said a truer word ; she
was one of the real open-handed sort,
who are found mostly amongst those
who have the least to give. They or
any one else were welcome to the best
she had.
So the young ladies took the flowers,
and passed on towards the Sunday-
school
The rector's daughter might have
been a year or so older than her com-
panion ; she looked more. Her position
in the village had been one of much
anxiety, and she was fast getting an old
head on young shoulders. The other
young lady was a slip of a girl just
coming out ; in fact, this was the first
visit which she had ever paid out of
leading strings. She had lived in a
happy home, where she had always been
trusted and loved, and perhaps a thought
too much petted.
There are some natures which attract
petting ; .you can't help doing your best
to spoil them in this way, and it is satis-
factory therefore to know (as the fact is)
that they are just the ones which cannot
be so spoilt.
Miss Mary was one of these. Trust-
ful, for she had never been tricked;
fearless, for she had never been cowed ;
pure and bright as the Englebourn brook
at fifty yards from its parent spring in
the chalk, for she had a pure and bright
nature, and had come in contact as yet
with nothing which could soil or cast a
shadow ! What wonder that her life
gave forth light and music as it glided
on, and that every one who knew her
was eager to have her with them, to
warm themselves in the light and rejoice
in the music.
Besides all her other attractions, or in
consequence of them for anything I
know,^ she was one of the merriest
young' women in the world, always
ready to bubble over and break out
into clear laughter on the slightest pro-
vocation. And provocation had not
been wanting during the last two days
which she had spent with her cousin.
As usual, she had brought sunshine
with her, and the old doctor had half-
forgotten his numerous complaints and
grievances for the time. So the cloud,
which generally hung over the house,
had been partially lifted, and Mary,
knowing and suspecting nothing of the
dark side of life at Englebourn rectory,
rallied her cousin on her gravity, and
laughed till she cried at the queer
ways and talk of the people about the
place.
As soon as they were out of hearing
of Dame Winburn, Mary began —
"Well, Katie, I can't say that you
have mended your case at all."
" Surely you can't deny that there is
a great deal of character in Betty's face?"
said Miss Winter.
" Oh, plenty of character : all your
people, as soon as they begin to stiffen
a little and get wrinkles, seem to be full
of. character, and I enjoy it much more
than beauty ; but we were talking about
beauty, you know."
" Betty's son is the handsomest young
man in the parish," said Miss Winter ;
" and I must say I don't think you
could find a better-looking one any-
where."
" Then I can't have seen him."
"Indeed you have; I pointed him
out to you at the post-office yesterday.
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Don't you remember? he was waiting
for a letter."
" Oh, yes ! now I remember. "Well,
he was better than most. But the faces
of your young people in general are not
interesting — I don't mean the children,
but the young men and women — and
they are awkward and clownish in their
manners, without the quaintness of the
elder generation, who are the funniest
old dears in the world."
"They will all be quaint enough as
they get older. You must remember
the sort of life they lead. They get
their notions very slowly, and they must
have notions in their heads before they
can show them on their faces."
" Well, your Betty's son looked as if
he had a notion of hanging himself
yesterday."
"It's no laughing matter, Maiy. I
hear he is desperately in love."
"Poor fellow! that makes a differ-
ence, of course. I hope he won't carry
out his notion. Who is it, do you
know ? Do tell me all about it."
" Our gardener's daughter, I believe.
Of course I never meddle with these
matters, but one can't help hearing the
servants' gossip. I think it likely to be
true, for he was about OUT premises at
all sorts of times until lately, and I
never see him now that she is away."
" Is she pretty ? " said Mary, who was
getting interested.
" Yes, she is our belle. In fact, they
are the two beauties of the parish."
" Fancy that cross-grained old Simon
having a pretty daughter. Oh, Katie,
look here, who is this figure of fun ? "
The figure of fun was a middle-aged
man of small stature, and very bandy-
legged, dressed in a blue coat and brass
buttons, and carrying a great bass-viol
bigger than himself, in a rough baize
cover. He came out of a footpath into
the road just before them, and on seeing
them touched his hat to Miss Winter,
and then fidgeted along with his load,
and jerked his head hi a deprecatory
manner away from them as he walked
on, with the sort of lopk and action
which a favourite terrier uses when his
master holds out a lighted cigar to his
nose. He was the village tailor and
constable, also the principal performer
in the church-music which obtained in
Englebourn. In the latter capacity he
had of late come into collision with Miss
Winter. For this was another of the
questions which divided the parish —
the great church-music question. From
time immemorial, at least ever since the
gallery at the west end had been built,
the village psalmody had been in the
hands of the occupiers of that Protes-
tant structure. In the middle of the
front row sat the musicians, three in
number, who played respectively a bass-
viol, a fiddle, and a clarionet. On one
side of them were two or three young
women, who sang treble — shrill, ear-
piercing treble, — with a strong '•nasal
Berkshire drawl in it. On the other
side of the musicians sat the blacksmith,
the wheelwright, and other tradesmen
of the place. Tradesman means in that
part of the country what we mean by
artizan, and these were naturally allied
more with the labourers, and consorted
with them. So far as church-going was
concerned, they formed a sort of inde-
pendent opposition, sitting in the gal-
lery, instead of in the nave, where the
farmers and the two or three principal
shopkeepers — the great landed and com-
mercial interests — regularly sat and slept,
and where the two publicans occupied
pews, but seldom made even the pre-
tence of worshiping.
The rest .of the gallery was filled by
the able-bodied male peasantry. The
old worn-out men generally sat below
in the free seats ; the women also, and
some few boys. But the hearts of these
latter were in the gallery, — a seat on the
back benches of which was a sign that
they had indued the toga virilis, and
were thenceforth free from maternal and
pastoral tutelage in the matter of church-
going. The gallery thus constituted
had gradually usurped the psalmody as
their particular and special portion of
the service : they left the clerk and the
school children, aided by such of the
aristocracy below as cared to join, to do
the responses ; but, when singing time
came, they reigned supreme. The slate
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on which the Psalms were announced
was hung out from before the centre of
the gallery, and the clerk, leaving his
place under the reading desk, marched
up there to give them out. He took
this method of preserving his consti-
tutional connexion with the singing,
knowing that otherwise he could not
have maintained the rightful position of
his office in this matter. So matters
had stood until shortly before the time
of our story.
The present curate, however, backed
by Miss Winter, had tried a reform.
He was a quiet man, with a wife and
several children, and small means. He
had served in the diocese e,ver since he
had been ordained, in a hum-drum sort
of way, going where he was sent for,
and performing his routine duties rea-
sonably well, but without showing any
great aptitude for his work. He had
little interest, and had almost given up
expecting promotion, which, he certainly
had done nothing particular to merit.
But there was one point on which he
was always ready to go out of his way,
and take a little trouble. He was a
good musician, and had formed choirs
at all his former curacies.
Soon after his arrival, therefore, he,
in concert with Miss Winter, had begun
to train the children in church-music.
A small organ, which had stood in a
passage in the rectory for many years,
had been repaired, and appeared first at
the school room, and at length under the
gallery of the church ; and it was an-
nounced one week to the party in pos-
session, that, on the next Sunday, the
constituted authorities would take the
church-music into their own hands.
Then arose a strife, the end of which
had nearly been to send the gallery off
in a body, headed by the offended bass-
viol, to the small red-brick little Bethel
at the other end of the village. For-
tunately the curate had too much good
sense to drive matters to extremities,
and so alienate the parish constable, and
a large part of his flock, though he had
not tact or energy enough to bring them
round to his own views. So a compro-
mise was come -to; and the curate's choir
were allowed to chant the Psalms and
Canticles, which had always been read
before, while the gallery remained trium-
phant masters of the regular Psalms.
My readers will now understand why
Miss Winter's salutation to the musical
Constable was not so cordial as it was to
the other villagers whom they had come
across previously.
Indeed, Miss Winter, though she ac-
knowledged the Constable's salutation,
did not seem inclined to encourage him
to accompany them, and talk his mind
out, although he was going the same
way with them ; and, instead of draw-
ing him out, as was her wont in such
cases, went on talking herself to her
cousin.
The little man walked out in the
road, evidently in trouble of mind. He
did not like to drop behind or go ahead
without some further remark from Miss
Winter, and yet could not screw up his
courage to the point of opening the
conversation himself. ' So he ambled on
alongside the footpath on which they
were walking, showing his discomfort
by a twist of his neck every few seconds
(as though he were nodding at them
with the side of his head) and perpetual
shiftings of his bass viol, and hunching
up of one shoulder.
The conversation of the young ladies
under these circumstances was of course
forced; and Miss Mary, though infi-
nitely delighted at the meeting, soon
began to pity their involuntary com-
panion. She was full of the sensitive
instinct which the best sort of women
have to such a marvellous extent, and
which tells them at once and infallibly
if any one in their company has even a
creased rose-leaf next their moral skin.
Before they had walked a hundred
yards she was interceding for the rebel-
lious Constable.
" Katie," she said softly, in French,
"do speak 'to him. The poor man is
frightfully uncomfortable."
" It serves him right," answered Miss
Winter, in the same language; "you
don't know how impertinent he was the
other day to Mr. Walker. And he won't
give way on the least point, and leads
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the rest of the old singers, and makes
them as stubborn as himself."
" But do look how he is winking and
jerking his head at you. You really
mustn't be so cruel to him, Katie. I
shall have to begin talking to him if
you don't."
Thus urged, Miss Winter opened the
conversation by asking after his wife,
and, when she had ascertained " that his
missus wur pretty middlin," made some
other common-place remark, and relapsed
into silence. By the help of Mary,
however, a sort of disjointed dialogue
was kept up till they came to the gate
•which led up to the school, into which
the children were trooping by twos and
threes. Here the ladies turned in, and
were going up the walk, towards the
school door, when the Constable sum-
moned up courage to speak on the
matter which was troubling him, and,
resting the bass viol carefully on his
right foot, called out after them,
" Oh, please marrn ! Miss Winter ! "
" Well," she said quietly, turning
round, " what do you wish to say 1 "
"Wy, please marm, I hopes as you
don't think I be any ways unked 'bout
this here quire-singin as they calls it —
I'm sartin you knows as there aint
amost nothing I wouldn't do to please
ee."
" Well, you know how to do it very
easily," she said when he paused. "I
don't ask you even to give up your
music and try to work with us, though
I think you might have done that. I
only ask you to use some psalms and
tunes which are fit to be used in a
church."
"To be shure us ooL 'Taint we as
wants no new-fangled tunes ; them as
we sings be aal owld ones as ha' been
used in our church ever since I can
mind. But you only choose thaay as
you likes out o' the book, and we be
ready to kep to thaay."
"I think Mr. Walker made a selec-
tion for you some weeks ago," said Miss
Winter; "did not he?"
" 'Ees, but 'tis narra mossel o' use for
we to try his 'goriunis and sich like. I
hopes you wunt be offended wi' me,
miss, for I be telling nought but truth."
He spoke louder as they got nearer to the
school door, and, as they were opening it,
shouted his last shot after them, " 'Tis
na good to try thaay tunes o' his'n, miss.
When u§ praises God, us likes to praise
un joyful."
"There, you hear that, Mary," said
Miss Winter. "You'll soon begin to
see why I look grave. There never was
such a hard parish to manage. Nobody
will do what they ought. I never can
get them to do anything. Perhaps we
may manage to teach the children better,
that's my only comfort."
" But, Katie dear, what do the poor-
things sing 1 Psalms, I hope."
" Oh yes, but they choose all the odd
ones on purpose, I believe. Which
class will you take 1 "
And so the young ladies settled to
their teaching, and the children in her
class all fell in love with Mary before
church time.
The bass viol proceeded to the church
and did the usual rehearsals, and gos-
sipped with the sexton, to whom he
confided the fact that the young missus
was terrible vexed. The bells soon
began to ring, and Widow Winburn's
heart was glad as she listened to the
full peal, and thought to herself that it
was her Harry who was making so
much noise in the world, and speaking
to all the neighbourhood. Then the
peal ceased as church-time drew near,
and the single bell began, and the con-
gregation came flocking in from all sides.
The farmers, letting then- wives and
children enter, gathered round the chief
porch and compared notes in a pon-
derous manner on crops and markets.
The labourers collected near the door by
which the gallery was reached. All
the men of the parish seemed to like
standing about before church, though
poor Walker, the curate, did not appear.
He came up with the school children
and the young ladies, and in due
course the bell stopped and the ser-
vice began. There was a very good con-
gregation still at Englebourn ; the adult
generation had been bred up in times
when every decent person in the parish
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"went to church, and the custom was
still strong, notwithstanding the rector's
bad example. He scarcely ever came
to church himself in the mornings,
though his wheel-chair might be seen
going up and down on the gravel before
his house or on the lawn on warm days ;
and this was one of his daughter's
greatest troubles.
The little choir of children sang ad-
mirably, led by the schoolmistress, and
Miss Winter and the curate exchanged
approving glances. They performed the
liveliest chant in their collection, that
the opposition might have no cause to
complain of their want of joyfulness.
And in turn Miss Wheeler was in hopes
that out of deference to her the usual
rule of selection in the gallery might
have been modified. It was with no
small annoyance, therefore, that, after
the Litany was over and the tuning
finished, she heard the clerk give out
that they would praise God by singing
part of the ninety-first Psalm. Mary,
who was on the tiptoe of expectation as
to what was coming, saw the curate give
a slight shrug with his shoulders and
lift of his eyebrows as he left the read-
ing-desk, and in another minute it
became a painful effort for her to keep
from laughing as she slyly watched her
cousin's face; while the gallery sang
with vigour worthy of any cause or
occasion —
" On the old lion He shall go,
The adder fell and long ;
On the young lion tread also,
With dragons stout and strong."
The trebles took up the last line, and
repeated —
" With dragons stout and strong •"
and then the whole strength of the
gallery chorused again,
" With dra-^rons stout and strong,"
and the bass viol seemed to her to pro-
long the notes and to gloat over them
as he droned them out, looking tri-
umphantly at the distant curate. Mary
No. 7. — VOL. ii.
was thankful to kneel down to compose
her face. The first trial was the severe
one, and she got through the second
psalm much better; and by the time
Mr. Walker had plunged fairly into his
sermon she was a model of propriety
and sedateness again. But it was to be
a Sunday of adventures. The sermon
had scarcely begun when there was a
stir down by the door at the west end,
and people began to look round and
whisper. Presently a man came softly
up and said something to the clerk ; the
clerk jumped up and whispered to
the curate, who paused for a moment
with a puzzled look, and, instead of
finishing his sentence, said in a loud
voice, " Farmer Grove's house is on
fire!"
The curate probably anticipated the
effect of his words ; in a minute he was
the only person left in the church
except the clerk and one or two very
infirm old folk. He shut up and
pocketed his sermon, and followed his
flock.
It proved luckily to be only farmer
Grove's chimney and not bis house
which was on fire. The farmhouse was
only two fields from the village, and the
congregation rushed across there, Harry
Winburn and two or three of the most
active young men and boys leading.
As they entered the yard the flames
were rushing out of the chimney, and any
moment the thatch might take fire.
Here was the real danger. A ladder
had just been reared against the chim-
ney, and, while a frightened farm-girl
and a carter-boy held it at the bottom,
a man was going up it carrying a bucket
of water. It shook with his weight,
and the top was slipping gradually ,along
the face of the chimney, and in another
moment would rest against nothing.
Harry and his companions saw the dan-
ger at a glance, and shouted to the man
to stand still till they could get to the
ladder. They rushed towards him with
the rush which men. can only make
under strong excitement ; but the fore-
most of them caught a spoke with one
hand, and, before he could steady it, the
top slipped clear of the chimney, and
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ladder, man, and bucket came heavily
to the ground.
Then came a scene of bewildering con-
fusion, as women and children trooped
into the yard—" Who was it ] " " Was
he dead ? " " The fire was catching the
thatch." "The stables were on fire."
"Who done it?" — all sorts of cries,
and all sorts of acts except the right
ones. Fortunately, two or three of the
men, with heads on their shoulders, soon
organized a line for handing buckets ;
the flue was stopped below, and Harry
Winburn, standing nearly at the top of
the ladder, which was now safely planted,
was deluging the thatch round the chim-
ney from the buckets handed up to him.
In a few minutes he was able to pour
water down the chimney itself, and soon
afterwards the whole affair was at an
end. The farmer's dinner was spoilt,
but otherwise no damage had been done,
except to the clothes of the foremost
men ; and the only accident was that
first fall from the ladder.
The man had been carried out of the
yard while the fire was still burning ;
so that it was hardly known who it was.
Now, in answer to their inquiries, it
proved to be old Simon, the rector's
gardener and head man, who had seen
the fire, and sent the news to the church,
while he himself went to the spot, with
such result as we have seen.
The surgeon had not yet seen him.
Some declared he was dead ; others, that
he was sitting up at home, and quite
well Little by little the crowd dis-
persed to Sunday's dinners ; and, when
they met again before the afternoon's
service, it was ascertained that Simon
was certainly not dead, but all else was
still nothing more than rumour. Public
opinion was much divided, some holding
that it would go hard with a man of his
age and heft ; but the common belief
seemed to be that he was of that sort
" as'd take a deal o' killin," and that he
would be none the worse for such a fall
as that.
The two young ladies had been
much shocked at the accident, and
had accompanied the hurdle on which
old Simon was carried to his cot-
tage door; after afternoon service they
went roxind by the cottage to inquire.
The two girls ^knocked at the door,
which was opened by his wife, who
dropped a curtsey and smoothed down
her Sunday apron when she found who
were her visitors.
She seemed at first a little unwilling
to let them in ; but Miss Winter pressed
so kindly to see her husband, and Mary
made such sympathising eyes at her,
that the old woman gave in, and con-
ducted her through the front room
into that beyond, where the patient
lay.
" I hope as you'll excuse it, miss, for
I knows the place do smell terrible bad
of baccer ; only my old man he said as
how—"
" Oh, never mind, we don't care at
all about the smell Poor Simon ! I'm
sure if it does him any good, or soothes
the pain, I shall be glad to buy him
some tobacco myself."
The old man was lying on the bed
with his coat and boots off, and a
worsted nightcap of his wife's knitting
pulled on to his head. She had tried
hard to get him to go to bed at once,
and take some physic, and his present
costume and position was the compro-
mise. His back was turned to them as
they entered, and he was evidently in
pain, for he drew his breath heavily and
with difficulty, and gave a sort of groan
at every respiration. He did not seem
to notice their entrance ; so his wife
touched him on the shoulder, and said,
" Simon, here's the young ladies come
to see how you be."
Simon turned himself round, and
winced and groaned as he pulled off
his nightcap in token of respect
" We didn't like to go home without
coming to see how you were, Simon.
Has the doctor been 1 " .
"Oh, yes, thank'ee, miss. He've a
been and feel'd un all over, and listened
at the chest on un," said his wife.
" And what did he say 1 "
"A zem'd to zay as there wur no
bwones bruk — ugh, ugh," put in Simon,
who spoke his native tongue with a
buzz, imported from farther west, " but
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a couldn't zay wether or no there warn't
som infarnal injury — "
" Etarnal, Simon, etarnal ! " inter-
rupted his wife ; " how canst use such
words afore the young ladies ? "
" I tell'ee, wife, as 'twur infarnal —
ugh, ugh," retorted the gardener.
" Internal injury 1 " suggested Miss
Winter. "I'm very sorry to hear it."
" Zummat inside o' me like, as Avur
got out o' place," explained Simon;
"and I thenks a must be near about
the mark, for I feels mortal bad here
when I tries to move ; " and he put his
hand on his side. " Hows' m' ever, as
there's no bwones bruk, I hopes to be
about to-morrow mornin', please the
Lord — ugh, ugh ! "
"You mustn't think of it, Simon,"
said Miss Winter. " You must be quite
quiet for a week, at least, till you get
rid of this pain."
"So I tells un, Miss Winter," put
in the wife. " You hear what the young
missus says, Simon ? "
" And wut's to happen Tiny 1 " said
the contumacious Simon scornfully.
"Her'll cast her calf, and me not by.
Her's calving may be this minut. Tiny^s
time wur up, miss, two days back, and
her's never no gurt while arter her
time."
" She will do very well, I dare say,"
said Miss Winter. " One of the men
can look after her."
The notion of any one else attending
Tiny in her interesting situation seemed
to excite Simon beyond bearing, for he
raised himself on one elbow, and was
about to make a demonstration with his
other hand, when the pain seized him
again, and he sank back groaning.
"There, you see, Simon, you can't
move without pain. You must be quiet
till you have seen the doctor again."
" There's the red spider out along the
south wall, ugh, ugh," persisted Simon,
without seeming to hear her ; " and
your new g'raniums a'most covered wi'
blight. I wur a tacklin' one on 'em
just afore you cum in."
Following the direction indicated by
his nod, the girls _ became aware of a
plant by his bed-side, which he had
been fumigating, for his pipe was lean-
ing against the flower-pot in which it
stood.
" He wouldn't lie still nohow, miss,"
explained his wife, "till I went and
fetched un in a pipe and one o' thaay
plants from the greenhouse."
" It was very thoughtful of you,
Simon," said Miss Winter ; " you
know how much I prize these new
plants : but we will manage them ; and
you mustn't think of these things now.
You have had a wonderful escape to-day
for a man of your age. I hope we shall
find that there is nothing much the
matter with you after a few days, but
you might have been killed, you know.
You ought to be very thankful to God
that you were not killed in that fall."
"So I be, miss, werry thankful to
un — ugh, ugh; — and if it plaase the
Lord to spare my life till to-morrow
mornin', — ugh, ugh, — we'll smoke them
, cussed insects."
This last retort of the incorrigible
Simon on her cousin's attempt, as the
rector's daughter, to improve the occa-
sion, was too much for Miss Mary, and
she slipped out of the room lest she
should bring disgrace on herself by an
explosion of laughter. She was joined
by her cousin in another minute, and
the two walked together towards the
rectory.
"I hope you were not faint, dear,
with that close room, smelling of
smoke ? "
" Oh, dear no ; to tell you the truth,
I was only afraid of laughing at your
quaint old patient. What a rugged old
dear it is. I hope he isn't much hurt."
" I hope not, indeed ; for he is the
most honest, faithful old servant in the
world, but so obstinate. He never will
go to church on Sunday mornings ; and,
when I speak to him about it, he says
papa doesn't go, which is very wrong
and impertinent of him."
To be continued.
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THE PAPAL EXCOMMUNICATION: A DIALOGUE.
A . I HAVE been talking with our friend
G , the Eoman Catholic convert,
about the Excommunication. It is all in
vain. He will not see that the nineteenth
century is different from the thirteenth.
B. In what respects do you think
them different ?
A. Looking at facts, not at theories —
not determining which is worst or which
is best — I should say that invisible
terrors had a power for the one which
they have not for the other.
B. On what facts would you rest that
opinion ?
A. They are obvious enough, I should
suppose. That G should be unable
to see them causes me little surprise.
Facts were always coloured for him by
the fancy which looked at them. What-
ever might be his prevailing notions at
the time determined — not his judgment
of the events which he read of, or
which were passing before him, — but
their very form and nature.
B. I am afraid G is not a very
exceptional observer. The siccum lumen
is a rare gift. Let us ask for it, but
not be sure that we have attained it.
What facts in the thirteenth century
were you thinking of ?
A. I know that, if I used any general
phrase, such as " the mediaeval period,"
or " the dark ages," you would take me
to task ; so I tried to be definite.
B. Let us be a little more definite
still. You would not complain of me,
would you, if I fixed on the first sixteen
years of that century for a comparison
with our own ?
A. Certainly not I should have
fancied that / was unfair in selecting
the palmiest days of the Papacy, the
glorious era of Innocent III., for the sup-
port of my position.
B. I willingly accept it. And, to
make the trial fair, let the scene be
laid in Italy. What say you of the
relations between Innocent and Venice
as illustrated by the story of the fourth
Crusade ?
A. No doubt the great Republic,
having fixed its eyes on its old Greek
enemy, showed a strange indifference to
the thunders of the Vatican, and pre-
ferred the spoils of Constantinople to
those of Jerusalem. One must always make
exceptions for commercial cupidity and
ambition. There is, I confess, a link
between the two ages. The same causes
produce the same effects. England has
inherited the Venetian scorn for the
invisible.
B. The sea I should have thought
was not exactly the school for learning
that scorn. The mystery of invisible
force, its victory and its terrors, is sug-
gested to the sailor and the trader, almost
as strikingly as to the landsman.
A. You are playing with the words
" invisible force" and "invisible terrors."
What have the winds and waves, what
have men's triumphs over them, to do
with Excommunication ?
B. I might respond, What have
cupidity and ambition to do with Excom-
munication? Those also are invisible
forces. You may hold that they enable
Nations to despise the vague and unreal.
I think they cause Nations to tremble
before the vague and unreal On
the other hand, whatever there is in
the sailor or merchant which does not
merely grasp at pelf and dominion;
whatever shows him his subjection to
eternal laws ; whatever makes him con-
scious of human strength and weakness ;
whatever teaches him to recognise a fel-
lowship which seas and difference of cus-
toms do not break ; this lifts him above
the mere show of invisible authority by
giving him an apprehension of its reality.
A. The Merchant City, whatever may
be the reason, was the one which could
in that day defy the terrors of the
Vatican, could compel the Latin Church
to accept Constantinople as a boon from
the very hands which she had pronounced
accursed for touching it. What an
opposite spectacle do King John and
England present !
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B. How, opposite 1 England in the
thirteenth century trembled when graves
were left unclosed, children unbaptized,
couples unmarried. England in the
nineteenth century could bear such spec-
tacles no better. But if a majority of
the Clergy yielded to the commands of
him who issued the Interdict — if John
with his weight of merited unpopularity
shook with good reason before the decree
which permitted any subject whose
coffers he had robbed, or whose wife he
had defiled, to strike him dead ; was not
Magna Charta won in defiance of the
curse which was launched against those
who touched the Pope's vassal 1 did not
Stephen Langton teach the nobles to
express their sacrilegious claims, and to
word them so that serfs should after-
wards be the better for them ? Was there
no mockery of Excommunication in the
thirteenth century 1 Did the mockery
only come from men enlightened by
commerce 1 Did it not come from those
who felt that they were called by God
to assert their rights as members of a
Nation 1 Did not the priests who had
received their nomination from Innocent,
bear their full part in it ?
A. I do not know that G could
be much better pleased with your read-
ing of history than with mine. Goneril
leaves poor Lear his fifty knights in the
good old armour ; Began will not even
allow him these.
B. I do not think the solemn lessons
of the past must be expanded or con-
tracted to suit the convenience of Pro-
testant or Romanist commentators, to
flatter the prejudices of the idolater of
the Middle Ages or of the Victorian
Age. We want these lessons for our
warning and our encouragement. Woe
to us if we twist 'them so that they shall
be useless for either purpose ! If I
think you conceded too much to your
ultramontane friend in admitting that
an Excommunication was sure to be
effectual six centuries ago, I think you
were unjust to him in saying that it
must be ineffectual now.
A. You do not mean that you think
the present one will be effectual in
Romagna, in Tuscany, in Piedmont ?
B. I hope and trust not. But my
trust and hope rest upon another ground
than the notion that Italians or English-
men of this day are made of different
stuff from their forefathers. I want
them both to believe that they are
made of the same stuff. I can look
for no good to one or the other if they
lose that faith.
A. And you honestly hold that men
living amidst the noise of spinning-jen-
nies and the endless movement of print-
ing-presses can be affected by invisible
terrors as those were who lived when
women were thrown into the water to
see whether their floating would con-
vict them of witchcraft ?
B. I should have thought the print-
ing-press had brought us much more
within the scope and sense of invisible
agencies than the ordeal ever could have
brought our ancestors.
A. How?
B. The woman is visible ; the water
or hot iron is visible ; the sentence of
death is visible. From Printing House
Square there issues a power which goes
through the length and breadth of the
land. No one can tell whence it pro-
ceeds or what it is. But it is felt in
every limb of the English body politic ;
whether it is an energy for health or for
destruction, it is surely invisible, in-
definable, mysterious.
A. Again I must ask you, what has
this to do with Excommunication ?
B. Again I must answer you ; it
has everything to do with Excom-
munication. It is Excommunication
which all people in all circles, little and
great, dread. They fear the awful sen-
tence which may go forth from their
circle, or from the dictator of it, cutting
them off from its privileges and its
fellowship. The fear of public opinion,
the fear of newspapers, is nothing else
than the fear that from them should
issue the decree of Excommunication.
Your nineteenth century is not rid
of this fear in the very least degree.
No one of your English classes is free
from it. Read any United States news-
paper, and see whether you will escape
from it by flying into that more ad-
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vanced state of civilization. De Toc-
queville explained nearly thirty years
ago that that was the very region in
which social Excommunication was most
tremendous..
A. But the Papal Excommunication is
different in kind from this Social
Excommunication. One belongs to the
present only ; the other to the unknown
future.
£. I do not admit a difference in
kind. The Social Excommunication is
altogether uncertain, indefinite. Those
who utter it do not know exactly how
much they intend by it. They admit
degrees of exclusion, in some cases a
possibility of restoration ; in some utter,
irremediable banishment. How much
is involved in that depends upon the
nature and permanence of the society
itself.
A. And, therefore, the Papacy, assum-
ing the Church to be a permanent
society existing in both worlds — binding
all ages, past, present, and future to-
gether— of necessity regards utter exclu-
sion from its society as the loss of every
blessing that men or nations can inherit.
Such an exclusion past ages thought it
possible for a man to pronounce ; what
I maintained in my conversation with
G was that our age does not hold it
to be possible. Do you demur to that
proposition 1
B. I remember reading a pamphlet
by a more eminent convert than your
friend G , written whilst he was a
clergyman in the English Church. In
it he told those who were attacking him
for his opinions, that he despised their
threats. But he added —
" Di me terrent et Jupiter hostis."
His minor gods were the twenty-four
bishops of the English Church ; Jupiter
was the Archbishop of Canterbury. He
learnt to think that the cardinals more
properly represented the former; that
there was a thunderer in the Vatican
more terrible than the thunderer of
Lambeth. In his heart of hearts he
confessed another power higher than
any of these; he feared them because
he identified them with that power,
Whenever Nations in the old time con-
fessed the might of the Papal Excommu-
nication, it was because they identified
the power which went forth in it with
that higher Power ; whenever they re-
sisted the Papal Excommunication it
was because they could not identify one
with the other. The Jupiter in the
Vatican might be their enemy. But He
who sat above the water-flood was not
their enemy : would only show Himself
their enemy, would only exclude them
from his fellowship and from the fellow-
ship of the good and true in all ages, if
they shrunk from the duty which He
called them to do ; would uphold them
against all visible and invisible foes if
they stood forth like brave, earnest,
faithful men, and utterly defied and set
at nought those who bade them be
cowardly and untrue. My hope and
belief is that Tuscany, Parma, Ro-
magna, Piedmont, have learnt and are
learning more and more deeply this
lesson. It is not that they disbelieve in
the invisible Power which their fathers
believed. They have been disbelieving
in invisible Power ; they have been wor-
shipping visible Power. Now they are
awakening to a sense of the invisible ;
now they are conscious that the invisible
is fighting for them against the visible ;
now they are sure that the Jupiter whom
they may trust as a friend, whom they
must fear as an enemy, is a God of
Eighteousness ; the Deliverer of man
and nations out of the house of bondage ;
always the enemy of the oppressor. To
grasp this faith is to feel themselves a
nation. To grasp this faith is to become
one with the Italians of other times.
They dare not tremble at the Excommu-
nication of a visible ruler, because they
do tremble at the Excommunication
which may proceed from another Judge,
and which may cut them off from fel-
lowship with those that groaned and
bled for righteousness and freedom in
their own and every land.
A. You believe that Italy, after all,
has learnt something from intercourse
with us Protestants and Englishmen.
B. From us ? From the fine ladies and
gentlemen who mock at their worship,
TJie Fusilier s Dcg.
71
or indulge in dilettante admiration of it
at Eome 1 From our diplomatists at
Florence ? From those who have bribed
and corrupted them ? No; they have had
a better teacher. In Austrian, or Papal,
or Neapolitan prisons He has been
educating them. There He has been
nerving them not to fear Papal Excom-
munication, but to be in great terror of
His. Eather let its learn of those whom
we might have helped, and have failed to
help. Let them instruct us that there
is an invisible Power which is more to
be dreaded than the invisible power of
the Press or of the Stock Exchange !
Let them remind us what an Excommu-
nication that is which says to Nations,
" They have cut themselves off from
" truth and righteousness ! They have
" sold themselves to Mammon ! Let
" them alone ! "
THE FUSILIEES' DOG.
(LATELY RUN OVER, AFTER HAVING GONE THROUGH THE CRIMEAN CAMPAIGN.)
BY SIR F. H. DOYLE, BART.
Go lift him gently from the wheels,
And soothe his dying pain,
For love and care e'en yet he feels,
Though love and care be vain ;
'Tis sad that, after all these years,
Our comrade and our friend,
The brave dog of the Fusiliers,
Should meet with such an end.
Up Alma's hill, among the vines,
We laughed to see him trot,
Then frisk along the silent lines,
To chase the rolling shot :
And, when the work waxed hard by day,
And hard and cold by night ;
When that November morning lay
Upon us, like a blight,
And eyes were strained, and ears were
bent,
Against the muttering north,
Till the grey mist took shape, and sent
Grey scores of Eussians forth —
Beneath that slaughter wild and grim,
Nor man nor dog would run ;
He stood by us, and we by him,
Till the great fight was done.
And right throughout the snow and
frost
He faced both shot and shell ;
Though unrelieved, he kept his post,
And did his duty well.
By death on death the time was stained,
By want, disease, despair ;
Like autumn leaves our army waned,
But still the dog was there :
He cheered us through those hours of
gloom j
We fed him in our dearth ;
Through him the trench's living tomb
Eang loud with reckless mirth :
And thus, when peace returned once
more,
After the city's fall,
That veteran home in pride we bore,
And loved him, one and all.
With ranks re-filled, our hearts were sick,
And to old memories clung ;
The grim ravines we left glared thick
With death-stones of the young.
Hands which had patted him lay chill,
Voices which called were dumb,
And footsteps that he watched for still
Never again could come.
Never again ; this world of woe
Still hurries on so fast ;
They come not back, 'tis he must go
To join them in the past :
There, with brave names and deeds en-
twined,
Which Time may not forget,
Young Fusiliers unborn shall find
The legend of our pet.
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The Question of the Age — Is it Peace ?
"Whilst o'er fresh years, and other life
Yet in God's mystic urn,
The picture of the mighty strife
Arises sad and stern —
Blood all in front, behind far shrines
With women weeping low,
For whom each lost one's fame but shines,
As shines the moon on snow —
Marked by the medal, his of right,
And by his kind keen face,
Under that visionary light
Poor Bob shall keep his place ;
And never may our honoured Queen
For love and service pay,
Less brave, less patient, or more mean
Than his we mourn to-day !
THE QUESTION OF THE AGE— IS IT PEACE ?
BY T. E. CLIFFE LESLIE.
HAS Europe, at the point of civiliza-
tion which it has reached, passed beyond
the military stage of social progress, so
that a disappearance of war is already
before us in political prospect? This
question raises, as will be seen, some
collateral inquiries of practical and
immediate moment ; but, apart from the
temporary interest and light which
they may afford, the investigation is, at
bottom, one of a philosophical character.
There is a matter of fact to be decided
at the beginning. For an obvious, if
not altogether conclusive, indication of
the exorcism of the ancient combative
spirit, and of the pacific structure and
temper of modern civilization, would be
a comparative infrequency in our own
times of international quarrels and in-
testine conflicts and disquietude. A
great predominance of peaceful interests
and tendencies might naturally be ex-
pected to bear fruit and witness both in
the foreign relations and in the internal
condition of the states of Europe. And
it is in fact asserted that there has been,
beyond^all controversy, a steady decline
in the frequency of war in each succes-
sive century of modern history ; a signal
example of which is, as it is alleged,
afforded by the repose of Europe, and
of this country in particular,1 during the
1 " That this barbarous pursuit is in the
progress of society steadily declining, must
be evident even to the most superficial
reader of European history. If we compare
one century with another we shall find that
wars have been becoming less frequent ; and
now so clearly is the movement marked, that
until the late commencement of hostilities
(with Russia) we had remained at peace for
nearly forty years; a circumstance unparal-
interval between 1815 and the com-
mencement of the Russian war in 1853.
With a view to enable the reader to
judge for himself of the accuracy of this
statement, and to collect such indications
of the future as are possible from the
observation of proximate antecedents,
the following table has been prepared,
exhibiting the wars and quarrels in
which Great Britain has been involved
from 1815 to the present time, as well
as the wars and principal insurrections
and revolutions which have disturbed
the peace of the Continent within the
same period.
Wars, &c. of Great Wars, &c. of Continental
Britain. States of Europe.
1816.
War with Algiers. War between Spain
Commencement of the and her revoltel
Pindaree War. American colonies.
British troops con- Army of occupation
tinue to occupy in France.
France. Revolutionary move-
Ships equipped to as- ments in several
sist the revolted Continental Stat
colonies of Spain.
1817.
War in India. War between Spain
British troops con- and her American
tinue to occupy colonies.
France. Invasion of Monte
Assistance to the re- Video by Portugal.;
volted colonies of Insurrections in Spain.
Spain.
leled not only in the history of our own
country, but also in the history of every other
country which has been important enough to
play a leading part in the history of the
world. In the middle ages there was never a
week without war. At the present moment
war is deemed a rare and singular occur-
rence."— Buckle's History of Civilization, vol. L
p. 173.
The Question of the Age — Is it Peace ?
73
Wars, <fcc. of Great Wars, <kc. of Continental
Britain. States of Europe.
1817.
Revolutionary move-
ments in Germany
and Sweden.
Army of occupation
in France.
1818.
War in India. War between Spain
British troops con- and her American
tinue in France. colonies.
Assistance to the re- War in Turkey with
volted colonies of the Wahabies.
Spain ; Lord Coch- Disturbances at Con-
rane takes command stantinople.
of the navy of the Quarrel between Ba-
patriots. varia and Baden.
1819.
War in India at the War between Spain
commencement of and her American
the year. colonies.
Assistance to the re- Serious disturbances
volted colonies of hi Spain.
Spain. Insurrections hi Tur-
key.
1820.
Lord Cochrane and a War between Spain
body of British sea- and her American
men capture Yaldi- colonies,
via, and make an War between the
expedition against Dutch and Sumatra.
Lima. Revolutions in Spain
and Portugal.
Insurrections in Pied-
mont and Naples.
Revolt of Moldavia
and Wallachia.
1821.
Conflicts in India. War between Spain
Policy of Great Britain and her American
adverse to the Holy colonies.
Alliance. War between Turkey
Assistance to the re- and Persia ; also
volted colonies of between Turkeyand
Spain. Greece.
Revolutionary move-
ments in Spain and
Italy.
Austrian military ope-
rations in Italy. .
1822.
Assistance to the re- Turkey at war with
volted colonies of Persia and Greece.
Spain. Spain at war with her
Quarrel with China. colonies.
French army marches
to the Pyrenees.
1823.
Burmese War. War between Spain
Imminent danger of and her colonies.
war with France. War between Turkey
Lord Byron's expedi- and Greece,
tion to Greece. Invasion of Spain by
_ u a French army.
Russia makes war in
Circassia.
Wars, &c. of Great Wars, <fcc. of Continental
Britain. States of Europe.
1824.
Burmese War. War between Turkey
Ashantee War. and Greece.
Lord Byron's expedi- War between Spain
tion against Le- and the South Ame-
panto. rican Republics.
Recognition of the in- War between the
dependence of the Dutch and Celebes
revolted colonies of and Sumatra.
Spain.
1825.
Burmese War. War between Turkey
Ashantee War. and Greece.
Siege of Bhurtpore. Dutch War with J aya.
Insurrections in Spain.
1826.
Burmese War. War between Turkey
Ashantee War. and Greece.
War in India. War between Russia
Expedition of British and Persia,
fleet and troops to Spain prepares for war
Portugal with Portugal ; in-
surrections in both
countries.
1827.
Rupture with Turkey. War between Russia
Operations of British and Turkey.
army hi Portugal. War between Turkey
Dispute with Runjeet and Greece (as-
Singh. sisted by the Great
Powers).
Civil War in Spain.
1828.
War with Turkey. War between Russia
British army in Por- and Turkey,
tugal. Expedition of French
troops to Greece.
Civil War in Spain
and Portugal.
War between Naples
and Tripoli.
1829.
Dispute with China, War between Russia
and Turkey.
Russian invasion of
Circassia,
Civil War in Portugal.
1830.
Dispute with China. War between Holland
and Belgium.
War in Poland.
Russian War hi the
Caucasus.
French War inAlgeria.
Revolution in France.
Civil War in Spain
and Portugal.
Insurrection hi Al-
bania.
Convulsions hi Ger-
many, Italy, an J
(Switzerland.
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Wars, <kc. of Great
Britain.
Wars, <kc. of Continental
States of Europe.
War in India.
Expedition to
Scheldt.
Dispute with China.
1831.
War between Holland
the and Belgium.
Hostilities between
France and Portugal.
French expedition
against Holland.
War in Poland.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
French War inAlgeria.
Eevolt of Meheraet
Ali.
Civil War in Portugal.
Insurrections in
France, Germany,
and Italy.
1832.
War with Holland.
War between Holland
and Belgium (as-
sisted by Great Bri-
tain and France).
War between Turkey
and Egypt.
French War in Algeria.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
Insurrections in Italy ;
Austrian troops oc-
cupy Bologna.
Civil War in Portugal.
1833.
Dispute with France.
Engli sh protestagainst
Treaty of Constanti-
nople between Rus-
sia and Turkey.
Dispute with the
Caftres.
War between Turkey
and Egypt.
Cracow occupied by
Russia and Austria.
French War in Algeria.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
Civil War in Spain
and Portugal.
Insurrections in Ger-
many and Italy.
1834.
War in India.
the
Hostilities with
Caffres.
Affray with the Chi-
nese.
Disturbances in Ca-
nada.
Treaty for expulsion of
Don Carlos and Don
Miguel.
French War in Al-
geria.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
Civil War in Portugal.
Occupation of Ancona
by Austria.
1835.
British troops arrive
in Spain.
Dispute with China.
French War in Algeria
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
Civil War in Spain.
Insurrection in Alba-
Wars, <Lc. of Great Wars, dec. of Continental
Britain. States of Europe.
1836.
Battle between Bri- Civil War in Spain.
French War in Algeria.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
Revolt of Cracow,
crushed by Russia
and Austria.
tish troops and the
Carlists.
Rebellion in Canada.
British merchants ex-
pelled from Canton.
1837.
War in Canada with Qivil War in Spain,
rebels and Ame- French War in Algeria,
rican sympathisers. Russian War in the
British troops in Spain. Caucasus.
1838.
War in India. War between France
War in Canada. and Mexico.
British troops in Spain. War of the French in
Algeria.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
Civil War in Spain.
1839.
War with India. War between France
War with China. and Mexico.
British troopsin Spain. Revolt of Pacha of
Egypt.
Civil War in Spain.
French War in Algeria.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
1840.
War between Turkey
Affghan War.
War with Egypt.
War with China.
Expedition of British
fleet to Naples.
British troops in Spain.
Disputes with France
and with the United
States.
1841.
and Egypt.
Civil War in Spain.
French War in Al-
geria.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
War in India.
War with China.
Dispute with the Uni-
ted States.
War in India.
Hostilities with the
Boers at the Cape.
War with China.
War in India.
Annexation of Natal
to the Cape.
Civil War in Spain.
Civil War in part of
the Turkish Empire.
French War in Al-
geria.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
1842.
Civil War in Spain.
War between Turkey
and Persia.
French War in Al-
geria.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
1843.
Otaheite occupied by
the French.
Insurrections in the
Turkish Empire.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
French Wars in Al-
geria, and Senegal
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75
Wars, <tc. of Great Wars, <kc. of Continental
Britain. States of Europe.
1844.
Insurrections in India. War between France
Quarrel with theSikhs. and Morocco.
Arrest by the French Insurrection in Spain,
of the English Con- Russian War in the
sul at Tahite. Caucasus.
French Wars in Al-
geria, and Senegal.
1845.
Sikh War. Insurrections in Italy.
Attack on the pirates French War in AI-
of Borneo. geria.
Labuan occupied by Russian War in the
the British. Caucasus.
Dispute with the Uni-
ted States.
1846.
Sikh War. Civil War in Portugal.
Engagement withNew Annexation of and in-
ZeaJanders. surrection in Cracow.
Expedition to the Agitation in Hungary.
Tagus. French War in Al-
Dissensions with geria.
France in conse- Russian War in the
quence of the Spa- Caucasus,
nish marriages and Revolt of Sleswig and
the affairs of Greece. Holstein (encou-
Revolt of Boers at the raged by Prussia)
Cape, from Denmark.
Revolution in Switzer-
land.
QuarrelbetweenGreece
and Turkey.
1847.
War with Caffres and Civil War in Spain,
Boers. • Portugal, and Swit-
War with China. zerland.
Insurrections in India. Disturbances in Italy ;
Austria occupies
Ferrara.
Insurrection inPoland.
French War in Alge-
ria, and with Cochin
China.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
1848.
War in India. War between Den-
Caffre War. mark and the Du-
English Ambassador chies (aided by Prus-
commanded to leave sia).
Madrid. War between Austria
and Sardinia.
War in Hungary.
War in the Duchy of
Posen.
Revolutions in France,
Austria, Prussia,
Italy, and several
German States.
Insurrections in Spain
and Italy.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
French War in Algeria.
Wars, <tc. of Great Wars,d-c. of Continental
Britain. Stales of Europe.
1849.
War in India. French occupy Ciyita
Disturbances in Ca- Vecchia, and besiege
nada. and storm Roma
Admiral Parker enters War in Hungary.
Besika Bay. War in the Duchies of
Sleswig and Hol-
stein.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
French WarinAlgeria.
1850.
Blockade of thePiraeus War in the Danish
by the British fleet. Duchies.
Caffre War. Insurrection in Ger-
War in India. many and Italy.
Destruction of Chinese Prussia on the Drink
junks. of war with Austria
Dispute with France ; concerning Hesse
French Ambassador Cassel.
recalled. Russian War in the
Angry .despatch ad- Caucasus,
dressed to Great Bri- French War in Al-
tain by Russia. geria.
French troops occupy
Rome.
1851.
Caffre War. Insurrection in Por-
Insurrection of Hot- tugal.
tentots. Coup die" tat of Louis
Expedition to Ran- Napoleon,
goon. French War in Al-
geria.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
French troops occupy
Rome.
1852.
Second Burmese War. French War in Al-
Caffre War. geria.
Russian War in the
Caucasus.
French troops in
Rome.
1853.
Preparations for War War between Russia
with Russia. and Turkey.
Insult to British sub- French War in Al-
jects at Madrid. geria.
French troops in
Rome.
1854.
War with Russia. Russia at War with
Turkey,France, and
Great Britain.
Austrian army enters
the Principalities.
Insurrections in Italy
and Spain.
Rupture between Tur-
key and Greece.
French War in Al-
geria.
French troops in
Rome.
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Wars, <kc. of Great Wars,<tc. of Continental
Britain. States of Europe.
1855.
War with Russia Russia at War with
Insurrection of Santals Turkey, France,,
in Bengal. Sardinia, and Great
Disturbances at the Britain.
Cape. French War in Al-
geria.
French troops in
Rome.
Peace with Russia in
March, against the
wishes of the British
nation.
War with Persia.
War with China.
Rupture with Naples.
Oude annexed.
1856.
Russian War hi the
Caucasus.
Insurrections in Spain.
Insurrectionary move-
ments in Italy.
Rupture betweenPrus-
sia and Neufchatel.
French troops in
Roma
1857.
War with China. Russian War in the
Indian Mutiny. Caucasus.
War, in the early part French troop in
of the year, with Rome.
Persia.
Insurrection at Sara-
wak.
1858.
Serious differences Dispute between
with France. France and Portu-
War with the Sepoys. gal.
War with China. French fleet des-
Bombardment of Jed- patched to Lisbon,
dah. Russian War in the
Caucasus.
French troops in
Rome.
1859.
Preparations by sea France and Sardinia
and land against at war with Austria,
invasion ; organiza- Revolts in Central
: tion of Volunteer Italy.
Rifle Corps. France and Spain at
Rebel army in Nepaul. war with Cochin
Hostilities with the China.
Chinese. Russian War in the
Island of San Juan Caucasus,
occupied by Ameri- War between Spain
can troops. and Morocco.
French bombard Te-
tuan.
French troops in
Rome,
1860.
Expedition to China. War " between Spain
Distrust of the designs and Morocco.
of France. French expedition to
Defensive preparations China,
continue. French troops in Lom-
bardy and Rome.
Annexation of Savoy
and Nice by France.
Carlist rising in Spain.
Insurrection in Sicily.
Comparing these statistics with, ante-
cedent periods of history, it does not
appear that there is evidence of a gradual
cessation of warfare and other serious
violations of the peace of nations. The
table does not exhibit one year from
1815 to the present date in which our own
country has not been either engaged in
actual hostilities in some part of the world,
or in some quarrel or proceeding likely to
end in'war. Much less does it show a
single year in which all Europe was at
peace. Nor is the significance of recent
wars to be estimated by reference solely
to the amount of blood and treasure they
have cost ; for the struggles of Russia
with Turkey, the campaigns of the French
in Algeria, Senegal and Lombardy,
the conflicts of Great Britain in India
and with China, and the aggressions of
Spain upon Morocco, are of moment
rather as prophetical than as historical
facts. Besides, it should be remembered
that the period from 1815 to 1854,
which has been so erroneously referred
to as giving proof of the peacefulness of
the modern spirit, began at the termina-
tion of the greatest war in the history of
mankind ; one which by its very seve-
rity necessitated a long forbearance from
hostilities on a great scale, adding as it
did,for example, more than£600,000,000
to the debt of Great Britain, and ex-
hausting France of all her soldiers.
Contrasting one age with another,
Great Britain seems never to have been
so free from war in this century as in
Sir Eobert Walpole's tune. From the
treaty of Utrecht in 1713 until 1739,
the peace was only broken by occasional
hostilities with Spain of no considerable
importance, and Walpole's administra-
tion is commonly regarded as crowned
•by almost unbroken peace. But the
nineteenth bears in this respect a still less
favourable comparison with the seven-
teenth century. From the accession of
James I. until the civil wars, England may
be said to have enjoyed continued peace,
for such operations as the expedition to
Rochelle scarcely deserve a place in the
history of war. Going farther back to the
hundred years between the battle of Bos-
worth and the commencement of the
The Question of the Age — 7s it Peace ?
77
struggle with Spain in Elizabeth's time,
considering too the bloodless and
theatrical character of Henry the
Eighth's campaigns, and the unimport-
ance of the military annals of the two
next reigns, we hardly exaggerate in
saying that England was free from war
from the union of the Eoses until the
equipment of the Spanish Armada.
Confining ourselves to English history,
it would thus appear that the portion of
the nineteenth century already elapsed
has been less peaceful than the corre-
sponding period of each of the two pre-
ceding ones. And, indeed, it may be
doubted whether any prior hundred
and twenty years since the Conquest
produced so many battles as were
fought between 1740 and 1860.
A writer, already referred to, remarks
that, " in the middle ages, there was
never a week without war." But if we
are to reckon all the feuds of the barons
and squires in comparing the frequency
of mediaeval with modern hostilities, we
must weight the scale of the latter with
all the bloody revolutions, rebellions,
and insurrections of modern times, and
with greater justice in consequence of
the tendency of these elements of dis-
order, peculiar to our era, to produce
international strife or war in a wider
sphere.
It is not an impertinent fact that from
1273 until 1339 England remained
throughout at peace with the Continent,
if at least the years 1293 and 1297 be
excepted ; in the former of which there
was a collision between the French and
English fleets, although their respective
countries were not otherwise at war;
and in the latter, Edward I. conducted
an expedition to Flanders, which ended
without a battle. It is true that in this
period there were intermittent hostilities
with Wales and Scotland. In a mili-
tary sense the Welsh wars of England
hardly deserve more notice than those of
the Heptarchy. But there is a point of
view from which the conflicts with
Wales and Scotland, and those of the
Heptarchy, alike possess political import-
ance, and have a bearing upon the
question now under consideration, be-
cause of their analogy to a process which
is still going on in Europe, and still
giving rise to problems of which no
peaceful solution has yet been found
possible for the most part, — knots, as
it were, which must be cut with the
sword.
The efforts of the English sovereigns
in the middle ages for the annexation of
Wales, and the reduction of Scotland to
the position of a dependency, were the
necessary antecedents of a political unity
of Great Britain, corresponding with its
natural or geographical unity, and con-
ducive both to the internal peace of the
island, and to its security from foreign
aggression. It was absolutely indispen-
sable for the civilization of England
that the Heptarchy should be consoli-
dated, and it was equally so that Ireland,
Wales, and Scotland, should become
integral parts of a united kingdom. It
is obvious that the causes and chances
of war would be infinitely multiplied
were these three countries still separate
and independent States, and that their
union with their more powerful neigh-
bour was requisite for the tranquillity
and improvement of all, while it was pre-
ceded by struggles which, so far from
being peculiar to barbarian or the middle
ages, find almost exact parallels in the
latest annals of human progress. Nor
is it unworthy of remark that Edward L,
the ablest prince since the Conquest,
applied himself with equal zeal and
ambition to the reduction of Wales and
Scotland, and to the establishment of
law and order throughout England. In
like manner the complex movement
which in one word, fruitful of mistakes,
we call civilization, while bearing over
the globe the seeds of future peace, has
entailed all the maritime, colonial, and
commercial wars of modern Europe.
The art of navigation discovered upon
the ocean a new element for the practice
of hostilities. It was certainly not in a
barbarous age, or by barbarous weapons,
that the Colonial Empire of Great
Britain was established. And what but
the commercial spirit of the nineteenth
century has carried the cannon of Great-
Britain into China ? Surely it was not
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the genius of barbarism that urged the
American colonists to win their indepen-
dence with the sword, nor can that well
be called an uncivilized impulse which has
flushed so high the encroaching pride of
the United States at the present hour.
We are thus driven to admit that we
cannot with truth assert that a diminu-
tion of war is a characteristic of our
epoch ; nor that, if some ancient causes
of quarrel have disappeared before the
progress of civilization, it has imported
no new germs of discord into the bosom
of nations. Our survey of the past is
far from warranting the prediction that
all the ends which are for the ultimate
benefit of mankind will be henceforward
accomplished without bloodshed. Nor
does it seem to entitle the warmest
advocate of peace to stigmatize a martial
spirit as barbarous in every form, and
for whatever purpose it is animated.
On the other hand, we may glean some
reason for the general reflection, that it
is often by war itself that future wars
are made impossible or improbable,
while peace is not unfrequently but the
gathering time for hostile elements.1
And the particular observation in refer-
ence to our own island lies upon the
surface, that, since it has been by the im-
provements of civilization brought into
closer contact with the Continent, the
chances of collision with Continental
States are multiplied, and military insti-
tutions and ideas seem to have arisen
among us pari passu with increased
proximity to our military neighbours.
Again, the extension of our empire far
beyond the confines of Europe, has given
us enemies and wars in lands of which
our mediaeval ancestors never heard, and
which uncivilized men would have never
reached.
These inferences are, however, drawn
1 " Ah, we are far from Waterloo ! We are
not now exhausted and ruined by twenty
years of heroic war. We have taken advan-
tage of the twenty years of peace which Provi-
dence has given us, to recruit our forces, and
stimulate our patriotism. We have an army
of 600,000 men ; we can also fight at sea. We
have built gigantic ships, cased with iron ; we
have gun-boats ; in short, we have a powerful
navy, which formerly we had not." — " La
Coalition."— Pom, April 16, 1860.
confessedly from partial premises, since
we have up to this point regarded only
one of the many sides which the modern
world presents to the eye of the states-
man and political philosopher, and espe-
cially omitted one of the most con-
spicuous and important phases of Euro-
pean civilization. Industry and commerce
have revolutionised occidental society,
and established an economical alliance,
as it were, between its members. One
of the firmest bases of the feeling of
nationality or fellow-citizenship may be
traced at bottom, says an eminent
traveller, to the " need and aid of each
other in their daily life,1 " felt by inha-
bitants of the same country. Each dis-
trict, each house, each man has a demand
for what another district, house, or man
supplies ; people are in habitual inter-
course or contact of an amicable, or at
least pacific character, and reciprocal
obligations and conveniences make up
the sum and business of existence. But
this mutual interdependence now exists,
as it is urged, between nation and nation,
and all Christendom feels itself to be
literally one commonwealth. And,
besides the powerful interests altogether
opposed to war, which have arisen in
every state, men's minds are habitually
swayed by commonplace and unromantic
ideas ; and the presiding idea of modern
communities, we are told, is the alto-
gether unwarlike one of the acquisition
of wealth.
Even France is said to afford a con-
spicuous example of this; and there
are several reasons why that country
may, with particular propriety, be re-
ferred to in connexion with our present
topic of inquiry. At this moment the
peace of Europe depends mainly upon
French policy. France, moreover, boasts,
and with reason, of being, as regards the
continent of Europe, a representative
and missionary country in institutions
and ideas. What is of importance here,
moreover — in France and over most of
the Continent there are wanting some
peculiar physical and historical con-
ditions which contribute to make pacific
1 Notes on the Social and Political State of
Denmark, by Mr. S. Laing.
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79
interests and sentiments unquestionably
predominant in Great Britain, the ab-
sence of which peculiarities would render
any estimate of the prospects of Europe,
that might be founded upon a mere
extension of the elements of our own
social condition, altogether fallacious.
On the other hand there are facts, which
have grown up with the present gene-
ration, " depriving former times of
analogy with our own," and obliging
us to dispute the logic which infers the
character of future international relations
from their past type.
Eight years before his arguments were
sanctioned by a Treaty of Commerce,
Mr. Cobden drew public attention to
new features of the industrial economy
of the world, surely calculated, in his
opinion, to render a military policy un-
congenial to the great mass of the
French people, and a rupture with
Great Britain particularly improbable.
Those arguments are of course now
entitled to additional weight, but they
could hardly be more forcibly expressed
by Mr. Cobden himself at the present
moment than they were in a remark-
able pamphlet which he published the
year before the Russian War, from which
we reproduce the following passage : —
" I come to the really solid guarantee
" which France has given for a desire to
"preserve peace with England. As a
" manufacturing country France stands
" second only to England in the amount
" of her productions and the value of
" her exports ; but the most important
" fact in its bearings on the question
" before us is that she is more dependent
" than England upon the importation of
" the raw materials of her industry ;
" and it is obvious how much this must
" place her at the mercy of a Power
" having the command over her at sea.
" This dependence upon foreigners ex-
" tends even to those right arms of peace,
" as wdl as of war, coal and iron.
" The coal imported into France in
" 1792, the year before the war, amounted
"to 80,000. tons only. In 1851, her
" importation of coal and coke reached
" the prodigious quantity of 2,841,900
" tons.
" In the article of iron we have
" another illustration to the same effect.
" In 1792 pig iron does not figure in
" the French tariff. In 1851 the im-
" portation of pig iron amounted to
" 33,700 tons. The point to which I
" wish to draw attention is that so
" large a quantity of this prime neces-
" sary of life of every industry is im-
" ported from abroad ; and in propor-
" tion as the quantity for which she is
" thus dependent upon foreigners has
" increased since 1792, in the same
" ratio has France given a security to
" keep the peace.
" Whilst governments are preparing
" for war, all the tendencies of the age
" are in the opposite direction ; but
" that which most loudly and con-
" stantly thunders in the ears of em-
' perors, kings, and parliaments, the
' stern command, ' You shall not break
' the peace,5 is the multitude which in
1 every country subsists upon the produce
( of labour applied to materials brought
1 from abroad. It is the gigantic growth
" which this manufacturing system has
' attained that deprives former times
' of any analogy with our own, and is
' fast depriving of all reality those
' pedantic displays of diplomacy, and
' those traditional demonstrations of
' armed force, upon which peace or war
' formerly depended." *
We have quoted Mr. Cobden' s prin-
cipal argument, that a war with a state
possessing, as Great Britain does, a
superior navy, would ruin the staple
manufactures of France ; but he has
also contended that a great military
expenditure would entail burdens in-
tolerable to the French people. If it
be replied to this latter argument that
Government loans produce no imme-
diate or sensible pressure, and are rather
popular measures, good authority is not
wanting for the rejoinder that this
State mine has been so freely worked
by French financiers that it must be
pretty nearly exhausted — the public
debt of France having grown from
£134, 184, 176, in 181 8, to £301,662, 148
i " 1793 and 1853." By Richard Cobden,
M.P. Ridgway.
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in 1858.2 To this it is added, that,
while the Government has become yearly
more embarrassed, the nation has become
richer, more comfortable, and less ready
for military life and pay ; and that the
very investments which have been so
largely made by all classes in the French
funds have arrayed interests propor-
tionately strong against any course of
public action calculated to depreciate
greatly the value of their securities.
In short, we are told that the French
Emperor is too poor, and that the French
people are too rich, for war.
These are considerations which deserve
much attention ; but they are, it seems
to us, insufficient to prove that France
has passed out of the military into the
industrial stage of national development,
or that its economical condition is such
as to render war very distasteful to the
French nation, as a nation; especially
as one which endures in time of peace,
with the utmost cheerfulness, one of the
heaviest inflictions of a great and pro-
tracted Avar. For if we reflect upon the
amount of wealth and industrial power
withdrawn from production to sustain
an army of 600,000 soldiers, besides an
enormous fleet, we cannot but admit that
this wonderful people bears, not only
with constancy, but with pride, one of
the chief economical evils of hostilities
on a gigantic scale, and that this con-
spicuous feature of French society suf-
fices to characterise it as warlike and
wasteful, rather than as prudent and
pacific. The immense increase of the
national debt of France in the last
forty years, if it shows that the fund of
loanable capital has been largely trenched
on, shows also the facility with which
this financial engine has been worked
hitherto ; while the admitted augmenta-
tion of the general wealth of the people
appears to contain an implicit answer to
any conjecture thai their capacity to lend
has been nearly exhausted. Nor is it
immaterial to observe, that the debt of
France has been contracted mainly for
military purposes,2 that it has been
considerably added to by the Emperor
1 Economist, November 26, 1859.
3 Tooke'a History of Prices, vL pp. 7 and 13.
for actual war, and that his popularity
appears to be now much greater than at
his accession, in a large measure in con-
sequence of the manner in which he has
employed the loans he has raised. We
have, indeed, only to recollect the amount
of debt incurred by our own Govern-
ment in the last war with France, and
the opinion entertained by the highest
authorities of its overwhelming magni-
tude when it was but a seventh of the
sum it afterwards reached, to see the
fallacy of prophecies of peace based
upon the supposition of the impossi-
bility of a country in the condition of
France plunging into a great contest,
and emerging from it without ruin.
Moscow and Waterloo have been fol-
lowed by Sebastopol and Solferino ; and
of disasters befalling his country from a
foreign enemy the Frenchman is, we
fear, inclined to repeat : —
"Merses profundo, pulchrior evenit:
"Luctere, multa proruet integrum
" Cum laude victorem, geretque
" Prcelia conjugibus loquenda."
Neither can we put unreserved confi-
dence in the pledges of peace afforded
by the trade and manufactures of France,
on the value of which the following
figures throw a light which has probably
escaped Mr. Cobden's notice : —
EXPORTS FROM FRANCE.1
(Expressed in millions sterling and tenths.)
Mill, sterl.
To England 11 2
United States 73
Belgium 50
Sardinia 27
Switzerland ...... 2 0
Zollverein 19
Turkey 10
Russia —
46 other countries and places 12 5
IMPORTS INTO FRANCE.
(Expressed in millions sterling and tenths.)
Mill, iterl.
From England 53
United States 77
Belgium 53
Sardinia 41
Switzerland 14
Zollverein 23
Turkey . . . . . . . 17
Russia 18
46 other countries and places 13 5
1 Tooke'a History of Prices, vL 652-3. '
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81
It will be seen from this table that
the French exports to England are larger
than to any other country, and the im-
ports from England second only to those
from America. When this state of facts
is taken in connexion with the common
sentiments of the French towards the
English, on the one hand, and towards
those nations, on the other, with which
their trade is comparatively insignifi-
cant— as, for example, the Russians,
Spaniards, and Italians — we are led to
suspect some great fallacy in a theory
which presumes that national friend-
ships and animosities, and international
relations and differences, are adjusted
mainly by reference to a sliding scale of
exports and imports ; and we are warned
to seek for some other indications and
guarantees of a lasting alliance.
Again, we may observe, that the
European trade of France with Bel-
gium ranks next in importance to
that with England. Now, when it is
suggested that France depends upon
importation for those prime necessaries
of both war and peace, iron and coal,
and that this fact, above all others,
affords security against French aggres-
sion, the reminiscence can hardly fail to
excite some inauspicious recollections.
Belgium is almost traversed from west
to east by beds of coal, from which, in
1850, nearly six million tons were ex-
tracted ; and in the same year the
Belgian mines yielded 472,883 tons of
iron. Give Belgium then to France, or
rather let France take Belgium, and she
does not want English coal and iron in
time of war for her steam navy and
ordnance. Is it towards commercial or
warlike enterprise — towards the annex-
ation of the adjoining land of coal and
iron, or peace with all her neighbours —
that the mind of the French is likely
to be tempted by this consideration ?
Which policy would best consort with
some of their longest treasured aspira-
tions, and some of their latest anticipa-
tions ? Last year a pamphlet, entitled
" L' Avenir de 1' Europe," passed through
several editions in Paris. The future
sketched for his country by the writer
may be conjectured from the following
No. 7. — VOL. ii.
passage : — " De merne que nous decla-
" rons la Hollande puissance germanique,
" de meme aussi n'hesitons-nous pas a
" regarder la Belgique comme franchise.
" Elle vit par nous, et sans la pusiUani-
" mite" du dernier roi des Fra^ais,
" T assimilation serait complete depuis
" 1830." Perhaps this aUusion to the
year 1830 may derive illustration from
the inspirations of a more celebrated
politician. Among the works of Napo-
leon III. there is a fragment, entitled
" Peace or War," which expresses a very
decided opinion upon the policy which
became the Sovereign of France in 1830,
and by implication upon the policy
which becomes its Sovereign in 1860, or
" whenever moral force is in its favour."
It is in these terms: — "All upright
" men, all firm and just minds agree,
" that after 1 830 only two courses were
' open to France, — a proud and lofty
' one, the result of which might be war ;
or a humble one, but which would
' reward humility by granting to France
' all the advantages which peace engen-
'ders and brings forth. Our opinion
' has always been, that in spite of all its
' dangers, a grand and bold policy was
' the only one which became our
'country: and in 1830, when moral
' force was in our favour, France might
' easily have regained the rank which is
" hers by right."
It is not out of place, perhaps, to re-
mark here that the hope of a meek and
quiet, but remunerative, policy on the
part of France — rather than one grand
and bold but perilous — which Mr. Cob-
den had some reason to form in 1853
from the nature and extent of the mari-
time commerce of France, has since lost
its foundation by a change in the mari-
time laws of war brought about by
Napoleon III. To have crippled by
hostilities with a superior naval power
the sale of manufactures to the value of
50,000,0002. and interrupted the im-
portation of more than 40,000,000^.
worth of the materials of French in-
dustry, might well have seemed a risk
too prodigious even for a sovereign with
magnificent ideas to encounter. But —
not to speak of the elforts made by that
o
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Sovereign to place France without a
superior on the seas — there is, since the
Eussian War and the Treaty of Paris,
nothing which France imports from
foreign shores which she could not con-
tinue to receive during a war with Eng-
land in neutral vessels. Even a blockade
of the whole French coast would only
send the cargoes round by the Scheldt
and the Gulf of Genoa ; and to whatever
extent it were really successful in ob-
structing neutral trade, it would tend,
on peace principles themselves, to make
America, Sardinia, Spain, Russia, and
Turkey the enemies of the blockading
power, in the ratio of the intercept of
imports.
It is by no means intended by these
observations to attenuate the truism that
the material interests of France would
counsel a pacific policy on the part of
its Government, but only to show that
they do not present an insuperable
obstacle to a warlike one, even against
ourselves, and therefore do not relieve
us of the barbarous onus of defensive
preparations, or afford us much security
that no temptation to achieve distinction
by the sword could be strong enough to
divert our powerful neighbours from the
loom and the spade.
In truth, it is no original discovery of
our era that the commercial demands of
France and England make them natural
allies. It was seen with perfect clear-
ness by that statesman who led them
into a conflict during which, on each
side of the Channel, infants grew to
manhood, seldom hearing of an overture
for peace, and personally unacquainted
with any human world but one of per-
petual war.
When laying before Parliament the
Treaty of Commerce of 1786, Mr. Pitt
expressed a confident hope that the
time was now come when those two
countries which had hitherto acted as if
intended for the destruction of each
other would "justify the order of the
" universe, and show that they were
" better calculated for friendly inter-
" course and mutual benevolence."
That generous confidence was so soon
and signally frustrated, not because of
the blindness of both nations to the
advantages of trade, but because men
are sometimes disposed to exchange
blows rather than benefits, and because
they have passions, affections, and aspi-
rations both higher and lower than
the love of gold or goods. Still, in
1860, the fiery element of Avar burns
ardently in France, because the desire
of wealth is not the one ruling thought
which moulds the currents of the na-
tional will. There, at least, the econo-
mical impulse is not paramount over
every other, and the social world does
not take all its laws from the industrial ;
of which in politics we find an example
in the insignificance of the bourgeoisie,
and, in common life, in the preference
of the public taste for the ornamental
rather than the useful
There are thinkers who not only
speculate upon the future of our own
country from a purely English point of
view, and take 'into account in their
predictions of its destinies no forces
save those visibly in action in ordinary
times inside our island shores, but who
measure the prospects of the whole hu-
man race according to principles which
would be valid only if every people had
an English history, climate, geographical
position, and physical and moral ^consti-
tution. Yet, in fact, some of the proxi-
mate dangers of war arise from the fact
that England is the active centre of
principles which, were all other countries
similarly conditioned, would indeed be
favourable to the maintenance of inter-
national amity, but which, being domi-
nant in Britain almost alone, come
sometimes into violent collision with
the elements of national life that are
combined elsewhere.
The mechanical and commercial con-
ditions common to the modern civilizjd
world have, in many respects, operated
but little below the surface to modify
diversities created by nature and descent,
and betrayed even in the ordinary round
of life. The likeness between the Anglo-
Saxon and the Gaul of the nineteenth
century lies on the outside ; but in sym-
pathies and ideas, in heart and soul, in
the inner moral life, they differ funda-
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83
mentally, and are beings representing
two distinct phases of European civili-
zation.
The seas kept the inhabitants of the
British Islands for centuries aloof from
most of those cruel wars which have
left deep marks upon the institutions
and temper of Continental Europe, and
protected that energetic pursuit of ma-
terial wealth and commercial pre-emi-
nence to be expected from the first
maritime position in the world, from
customs at once free and aristocratic,
and not least from a climate which de-
mands the labour which it renders
easy, while precluding foreign modes
of existence and amusement.
Twenty Continental summers, follow-
ing the passing of the Reform Bill,
would work a total revolution in the
social economy of Britain. They would
leave us a gayer and pleasanter, but
a vainer and an idler people. They
would slacken our steps, and quicken
our eyes and tongues ; they would thin
the city and crowd the parks, give a
holiday air to English life, and improve
manners and the art of . conversation
amazingly. We should lose the cold
and sedate reserve, the calm concentra-
tion of the mind on serious business,
and that earnest, patient, and practical
character which our history, our Puritan
ancestry, and our clouds, have formed
for us. We should become less fond of
domestic life, less engrossed with per-
sonal and family interests, living more
in the open air, and abandoning our-
selves much to subjects and feelings in
which passers-by could skare and sympa-
thise. It would become more agreeable to
spend than to get ; accumulation would
pause ; people would love most to shine
in society and at the table (fhdte, or to
see splendid spectacles. In the end per-
haps London might be so like Paris, we
should have found so many of the ways
of our lively neighbours worthy of our
imitation, that we might enact a loi de
partition and a conscription, elect an
emperor, place an immense army under
his command, talk about natural boun-
daries, and gladly wear red ribbons in
our button-holes. Our susceptibilities
and sense of honour would have grown
more refined ; the press and the courts
of law might fail to arrange many of
our differences in a becoming manner,
and we might find it imperative to
recur to the chivalrous arbitrament of
the duel.
This may perhaps appear a grotesquely
exaggerated picture ; yet in America the
force of climate and circumstance is seen
to reproduce in a few generations the
lineaments of the indigenous inhabitant
in the face of the Saxon settler, and to
excite an eager restlessness of tempera-
ment wholly foreign to the ancestral
type. And we have sketched but a few
of the influences which tend in France
to enervate the industrial spirit, and to
give an undue force and direction to
other impulses and motives of action.
It is not only that the Frenchman
naturally seeks the ideal more and the
material less than the sober English-
man, but that his country affords fewer
avenues for advancement and enterprise
in civil life, and scarcely one safe pacific
theme of politics. Here the love of
change and excitement, the public spirit
of the citizen, and the romantic impulse
of the man to transcend the narrow
boundary of home, and to become an
actor on a greater stage than the market
and the mill, find vent and exercise, not
only in the discussions of a free press,
but in the possession of a world-wide
empire, familiar to the imagination and
yet full of the unknown — a consideration
the more operative on the side of peace,
that the magnitude of this empire is felt
to be largely due to the conquests
of industry, not of arms, and that, by
universal consent, the nation may
have equals in war, but has no rival
in the renown and blessings of wealth.
The Frenchman, on the other hand,
has but a soldier's tent abroad ; he
has no sphere of cosmopolitan action
save the campaign, nor anything beside
his famous sword to assure him of a con-
spicuous figure in Europe and a place
in history.
Nor let us suppose entirely spent
the original forces of that triumphant
Jacquerie, the Revolution of 1789,
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which, made a populace of serfs a people
of freedmen, with the pride and spirit
of citizens and the vanity and suspicions
of parvenus. The despot said, "L'Etat,
c'est moi;" the emancipated slave
awoke to the intoxicating reflection,
"L'Etat, c'est moi" Seldom, since,
has an idea of the dignity and glory of
the State been presented to the popular
mind of France in any other shape than
that of victory and military precedence.
Mr. Buckle has been led far astray
when he maintains that every great step
in national progress, and every consi-
derable increase of mental activity, must
be at the expense of the warlike spirit ;
nor could he have happened on a more
unfortunate reference than to the "mili-
tary predilections of Eussia"1 for an
illustration of his theory that a dislike
of war is peculiar to a people whose in-
tellect has received an extraordinary im-
pulse from the advancement and general
diffusion of knowledge and civilization.
" It is clear," he says, " that Russia is a
"warlike country, not because the inha-
" bitants are immoral, but because they
" are unintellectual." But, in fact, what
is clear is, that Russia is at present not
a warlike country. Its situation, climate,
history, and institutions, have contri-
buted to make its inhabitants, in the
opinion of the best authorities, "the
" most pacific people on the face of the
" earth." 2
Never in Moscow or St. Petersburgh
would you hear the cry of War for ever !
1 Buckle's History of Civilisation, voL i.
p. 178.
* " Upon this point, I believe, no difference
of opinion exists among all observers. Having
lived for several years in a position which
enabled me to mix much with the officers and
men of the Russian army, such is my strong
opinion of the Russian character. M. Hax-
thausen mentions, as a point admitting of no
doubt, 'the absence of all warlike tendency
among the Russian people, and their excessive
fear of the profession of a soldier.' The Rus-
sian people have no pleasure in wearing arms ;
even in their quarrels among themselves, which
are rare, they hardly ever fight, and the duel,
which now often takes place among the Russian
officers, is contrary to the national manners,
and is a custom imported from the West." —
Russia on the Slack Sea, by H. D. Seymour,
p. 97.
— Vive la guerre ! — uttered often unre-
buked by the writer's side, as the army
of Italy denied through the streets of
Paris on the 14th of August, 1859.1
]S"ever during the Crimean War would
you have seen a Russian manufacturer
join the army as a volunteer, confessing
with pride, "Moi, je n'aime pas la
paix." 2
There is, in truth, a natural relation-
ship between the economic impulse, or
the desire of a higher and better condi-
tion, and those national sentiments to
which, in France, an unfortunate course
of circumstances has given a military
direction. Patriotic pride and emulation
are personal ambition purified and ex-
alted by the alliance of some disinterested
motives and affections. I^or can that
feeling ordinarily fail to have an ele-
vating influence on the character of a
people which raises the aspirations of
the multitude above selfish ends and
material gain, and infuses some measure
of enthusiasm and public spirit into the
mostvulgarminds. Hence political econo-
mists of the highest philosophic genius,
such as Adam Smith and William Hum-
boldt, have been far from reprobating a
martial temper in a people as barbarous
in every form and under all conditions.
To France, xmhappily, we might .apply
Lord Bacon's lamentation on the im-
proper culture of the seeds of patriotic
virtue : " But the misery is that the
" most effectual means are applied to the
"ends least to be desired." It is not
only that the structure of the French
polity is such that the ruling classes are
those least fit to rule, and most liable to
be swayed by passion and caprice, while
there is no percolation through succes-
1 This was among persons who were able to
pay twenty francs a-piece for their seats.
* The writer met returning from Solferino
a French manufacturer, who, deserting his
business for the campaign, had attached him-
self to the army of Italy, in which he bore the
rank of captain. He had served in like manner
in the Crimea, at the siege of Rome, and in
Algeria. This individual made the above
declaration of his disrelish for peace ; yet,
upon the truce, he quietly resumed his busi-
ness until another war, which he anticipated
the following spring, should relieve him of
the inglorious occupation.
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sive grades, as in England, of the cooler
views and habits of aristocratic and
educated thought, but that a morbid
intolerance of superiority has been left
by the remembrance of the tyranny of
the feudal nobility. As Mr. Mill has
observed, "When a class, formerly
" ascendant, has lost its ascendancy, the
"prevailing sentiments frequently bear
" the impress of an impatient dislike of
" superiority." l Among the French
democracy this hatred of superior
eminence, being carried into every direc-
tion of the popular thought, continually
recurs in the form of an envious and
hostile attitude towards Great Britain.
A nation prone to jealousy is placed by
the side of another, at the head of all
peaceful enterprise. Whatever envy of
English fortune might thus arise, is
aggravated by traditions of defeat and
injury,-—
Ungentle wishes long subdued,
Subdued and cherished long.
France has now no colonies save a few
military stations. But a century ago
it was otherwise, and her sons might
have found themselves in their own
country from Quebec to Pondicherry,
and from the Strait of Dover to the
Strait of Magellan. Why are they now
bounded by the Bay of Biscay and the
Gulf of Lyons ] How is it that Canada,
Nova Scotia, Cape Breton and Prince
Edward's Island, the Bahamas, Tobago,
Grenada and Dominica, St. Lucia and
St. Vincent, the Falkland 2 Isles, Malta,
the Ionian Islands, the Mauritius, Eod-
rique and the Seychelles, and India from
the Kistna to Cape Comocin, once held or
claimed by France, are now undisputed
fragments of the British Empire ? It is a
question which calls up the names of
Chatham and his son, of Wolfe and
Clive, of Nelson and Wellesley, and other
memories retained with different emotions
at each side of the Channel. And the
answer might throw some light upon
the source of the popularity at one side
of the theory of natural boundaries, and
1 Essay on Liberty.
J The French were driven from the Falk-
land Isles in 1766 by the Spaniards, who in
1771 gave place to the British.
the eagerness of our rivals to push their
frontiers to the Scheldt, the Ehine, and
the Alps, and to live in a larger world
of their own.1
Let us not be too severe in our censure
of an ambition, which we must at the
same time manfully resist. Suppose
the conditions of the two empires to be
suddenly reversed. Suppose England
to be rankling under a successful inva-
sion, and a long occupation by a foreign
army. Suppose the British flag to have
been swept from every sea, and almost
every distant settlement and ancient
dependency transferred to the domain of
France. Suppose at the same time that
we felt or imagined our ability to restore
the balance and resume our former place
upon the globe ; and who shall say that,
less sensitive and less combative as we
are, we should not be eager to refer the
issue to the trial of the stronger bat-
talions once more ? Or who shall say
that the ideas of glory throughout the
civilized world are not such at this hour
that the defeat of England by sea and
land would add immensely to the pres-
tige of France, to the personal status
of all her citizens in the maxima civitas
of nations, and make the meanest of
them feel himself conspicuous in the
eyes of every people from America to
China? When, after such reflections,
we imagine the many roads to national
distinction upon which the French
might occupy the foremost place, but to
which they give little heed; when we
find among them such an intense appre-
ciation, and such prodigious sacrifices for
military fame ; when the accumulation
of capital among them, and the conse-
quent growth of a pacific political power,
is prevented by the fundamental condi-
tions of their polity ; when the agrarian
division leaves a numerous youth of the
military age disposable for war,2 it would
1 Since the above passage was in the press
a remarkable map has been published in Paris,
entitled " L'Europe de 1760 a I860." designed
to excite attention to the territorial and co-
lonial losses of France in the last hundred
years, and the immense aggrandizement of
Great Britain at her expense.
2 See Mr. Laing's Observations on the State
of Europe. Second Series. Pp. 104—8.
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seem impossible to deny that the latent
force of the warlike element in France is
at all times prodigious ; that so far as it
M latent it occupies the place of the
deep general attachment to peace which
is felt in England ; and that its actual
ebullition in war depends partly upon
the temper and life of a single indi-
vidual, and partly on the occasions
offered by the state of Europe, and the
weakness of neighbouring powers. But
these are the conditions of a military
age and society. And thus it is that
De Tocqueville has described his coun-
trymen : " Apt for all things, but excel-
" ling only in war ; adoring chance,
" force, success, splendour, and noise more
" than true glory ; more capable of
" heroism than of virtue, of genius than
" of good sense ; the most brilliant and
"the most dangerous of the nations of
" Europe ; and that best fitted to become
"by turns an object of admiration, of
"hatred, of pity, of terror, but never of
" indifference."
It is this people which has elected
an absolute monarch, and that monarch
is Napoleon III. But it is a most ob-
vious inference from this fact alone, that
a community, which, however advanced
in some of the arts of civilization, has
not outgrown the superintendence of
despotic government, nor learned to
govern itself or to trust itself with
liberty, has not arrived at that stage of
progress in which the claims of industry
and peace can be steadily and consis-
tently paramount in the councils of the
state. The traditions of old, and still
more the exigencies and ambitions of
new imperial dynasties, are incompatible
with the conditions of the greatest
economical prosperity. Neither are the
independence and robustness of thought
educated by free industrial life favour-
able to the permanence of an unlimited
monarchy. Let us, indeed, ask if it be
auspicious of the entry of Europe upon
the industrial and pacific stage, and the
millennium of merchants, that the trade
of the world has hung since the truce of
Villafranca upon the tokens of peace,
few and far between, that have fallen
from the lips of a military chief ?
Yet that chief has deeply studied
history, and gathered the lesson that
monarchs must march at the head of
the ideas of their age.1 And there are
indications that the vision of a holy
alliance of the sovereigns of Europe for
the maintenance of the peace and bro-
therhood of nations rose before his
youthful mind as one of such ideas.
In 1832, he mused as follows : 2 —
"We hear talk of eternal wars, of
" interminable struggles, and yet it
" would be an easy matter for the sove-
" reigns of the world to consolidate an
" everlasting peace. Let them consult
' the mutual relations, the habits of
' the nations among themselves ; let
' them grant the nationality, the insti-
' tutions which they demand, and they
will have arrived at the secret of a true
' political balance. Then will all nations
' be brothers, and they will embrace
' each other in the presence of tyranny
' dethroned, of a world refreshed and
' consolidated, and of a contented
' humanity."
But experience has not increased the
confidence of the wise in princes or
holy alliances. One has indeed but
to glance at the conditions essential,
in the mind of so subtle a politician as
Napoleon III., to the peace of Europe,
and their inevitable consequence, to rest
assured that its present sovereigns could
hardly grant them if they would, and
would not concur to yield them if they
could. For what are these conditions ?
The nationality and the institutions
which the nations demand. And what
is to be the consequence ? Tyranny
dethroned.
Such really are, if not the only requi-
sites to " consolidate the world and
content humanity," the indispensable
supports of "a true political balance."
And let the history of the last twelve
years — let the war in Hungary in 1849,
and the war in Italy in 1859 — let the
dungeons of Naples, the .people of Vene-
tia, the Romagna, Sicily, and Hungary
in 1860 (should we not add Nice and
1 Historical Fragments. Works of Napo-
leon III.
1 Political Reveries. Works of Napoleon III:
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Savoy ?) say if the sovereigns of Europe
are ready to concede without a struggle
the nationality and the institutions for
which the nations cry.
Let us not, however, ungratefully for-
get that the year 1860 opened with an
assurance from the chief of the sovereigns
of Europe, of his desire, " so far as de-
pends on him, to re-establish peace and
confidence." Yet this is but personal
security , for our confidence. Should
Napoleon III., in truth, be anxious and
resolute for peace, yet a few years, and
the firmness of the hand which controls
an impetuous and warlike democracy
must relax, and afterwards the floods of
national passion may come and beat
against a house of peace built upon the
sand of an Emperor's words. Gibbon
has remarked upon the instability of the
happiness of the Roman Empire in the
era of the Antonines, because " depend-
ing on the character of a single man."
The son and successor of Marcus Aure-
lius was the brutal tyrant Commodus.
Besides, we cannot forget that he who
" dreamed not of the Empire and of
" war,"1 in 1848, had, " at the end of
four years," re-established the Empire ;
that the third year of that Empire was
the beginning of strife with Russia, and
that its last was a year of unfinished
war with Austria. Moreover, under the
second Empire, all France is assuming
the appearance of a camp in the centre
of Europe, and this phenomenon be-
comes more portentous if we take in
connexion with it the Emperor's opinion
respecting the precautions necessary to
preserve the honour and assert the
rightful claims of France. In 1843, he
wrote : "At the present time it is not
' sufficient for a nation to have a few
' hundred cavaliers, or some thousand
' mercenaries in order to uphold its rank
' and support its independence ; it needs
1 millions of armed men. . . . The ter-
" rible example of Waterloo has not
1 " Je ne suis pas un ambitieux qui re've
1'Empire et la guerre. Si j'etais nomine"
President je mettraia mon honneur a laisser au
but de quatre ans a mon successeur le pou-
voir affermi, la liberte intacte." Proclamation
of Louis Napoleon, December 10, 1848.
" taught us. . . . The problem to be
" resolved is this — to resist a coalition
" France needs an immense army : nay
"more, it needs a reserve of trained
" men in case of a reverse."
We must infer, either that in 1843
Louis Napoleon foresaw that France
was destined to pursue a policy which
would, to a moral certainty, bring her
into conflict with the other powers ; or
that in his deliberate judgment no great
European state is secure without mil-
lions of disciplined soldiers, against a
coalition of other states for its destruc-
tion. If this be a true judgment, in
what an age do we live ! But, at least,
the armaments of France prove that its
sovereign has not hesitated to employ
its utmost resources for the purpose of
enabling it to " resist a coalition ; "
and a late despatch of Lord John
Kussell supplies the fitting comment.
' M. Thouvenel conceives that Sardinia
' might be a member of a confederacy
' arrayed against France. Now, on this
' Her Majesty's Government would ob-
' serve, that there never can be a con-
' federacy organized against France,
'unless it be for common defence
' against aggressions on the part of
' France." x Another natural reflection
presents itself, that if Napoleon III.
can solve "the problem," and make
France powerful enough to defy a con-
federacy, he has but to divide, in order
to tyrannize over Europe. An apology
which has been made for the great
military, and more especially the great
naval, preparations of France — that they
indicate no new or Napoleonian idea,
but are simply the realization of plans
conceived under a former government —
may be well founded. But then the
question recurs — are these preparations
necessary, or are they not 1 Does France
really need " millions of armed men,"
or does she not? If she does, what
conclusions must we form respecting
the character of the age, and the
theory of the extinction of the mili-
tary element in modern Europe ? Shall
1 Further Correspondence relative to the
Affairs of Italy, Part IV. No. 2.
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we say that it is an economical, in-
dustrious, and pacific age, or one of
restlessness, danger, alarm and war *?
On the other hand, if there is nothing
in surrounding Europe to justify the
armaments of France, what must we
think of the deliberate schemes of the
French Government and the probabilities
of peace 1 There is, too, another con-
sideration— namely that, whatever be the
reason and meaning of these facts, they
are facts which must be accepted with
their natural consequences. You cannot
pile barrels of gunpowder round your
neighbour's house without danger of a
spark falling from your own chimney or
his, or from the torch of some fool or
incendiary. In the presence then of
these phenomena, indicating what they
do of the reciprocal relations and atti-
tude of the most civilized states, can we
say that the political aspect of the world
and the condition of international mo-
rality would be unaptly described in the
language applied to them two hundred
years ago by Hobbes : "Every nation
" has a right to do what it pleases to
" other commonwealths. And withal
" they live in the condition of perpetual
"war, with their frontiers armed and
" cannons planted against their neigh-
" hours round about.'"?
There are, notwithstanding, sanguine
politicians, who look upon these things
as transitional and well-nigh past, who
view the darkest prospects of the
hour as the passing clouds of the morn-
ing of peace, and the immediate heralds
of that day when nation shall not lift
up sword against nation, neither shall
they learn war any more. Of the
advent of that period not one doubt is
meant to be suggested here. But the
measures of time which history and
philosophy put into our hands are dif-
ferent from those which the statesman
must employ. An age is but as a day
to the eye to which the condition of the
globe when it was first trodden by savage
men is present. But those whose vision
is confined to the fleeting moments so
important to themselves, which cover
their own lifetime and that of their
children, will deem the reign of peace
far distant if removed to, a third genera-
tion.
What, then, is the interpretation of
the signs of the times on which a prac-
tical people should fix its scrutiny ?
To this question, the question of the age
— whether it means peace or war — it is
believed that the preceding pages supply
a partial answer, which we have not
here room to make more full and defi-
nite ; or it could be shown that the
form and spirit of the age, the imper-
fection of the mechanism for the adjust-
ment of international rights, the mal-
organization of continental polities, the
impending repartition of Europe, and
the aspect of remoter portions of the
globe compose a political horizon charged
with the elements of war.
MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE.
JUNE, 1860.
THE SUFFRAGE,
CONSIDERED IN REFEEENCE TO THE WORKING CLASS, AND TO THE
PROFESSIONAL CLASS.
BY THE REV. F. D. MAURICE.
WHY were the people of England so
earnest on behalf of the Reform Bill of
1831 ? Why are the people of England
so indifferent about the Reform Bill
of 1860 1 We have all asked ourselves
these questions. I doubt whether party
politicians will ever find the answers to
them. I am sure that those who are
not party politicians are quite as much
interested in the answers to them as
they can be.
So far as those whom we commonly
describe as the Working Classes are
concerned, an a priori speculator might
have looked for exactly the opposite
result to that which he witnesses.
Those classes were not specially con-
sidered in Lord Grey's Bill ; the classes
with which they had least sympathy,
the great producers and the shop-
keepers, were specially considered in it.
They had been taught, by most of the
speakers and writers who had influence
over them, to suspect the Whigs ; the
Whigs were the authors of the measure.
Nevertheless, the cry for the bill, and
the whole bill, went through the length
and breadth of the land. It arose from
the lowest courts and alleys ; the wisest
confessed it to be indeed a national
cry ; the bravest, with the Duke of Wel-
lington at their head, bowed before it.
The Bill of 1860 does contemplate
these working classes ; appears designed
especially for them. The popular agi-
No. 8. — VOL. ii.
tator tells them that, if they gain so
much, all else they want will follow.
He speaks with an ability and an elo-
quence which few of his predecessors
in the same line possessed. He addresses
himself directly to the material interests
of these classes. The aristocrats, he says,
are taxing them cruelly ; if they can
procure a great numerical addition to the
constituencies, much of the taxation will
be unnecessary, much will be turned in
another direction. What can move them
if these arguments do not 1
The facts say, There must be some
arguments which move the hearts of
men more than these. And ct priori
reasoning must bow to facts in a
practical country like England.
It may sound very absurd, to say that
calculations of profit and loss do not
affect people who are poor, and may
starve, as much as appeals to their con-
science and their sympathy. Young
gentlemen who know the world ar.e
struck at once with the folly of such an
assertion. But I suspect that these young
gentlemen fall into the fallacy of con-
founding the stomach with reasonings
about the stomach, which address them-
selves not to it, but to the brain. The
bakers' shops had a voice for the hun-
gry crowds who poured out of St.
Antoine, which might drown discourses
about liberty and the rights of man.
But discourses about liberty and the
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rights of man were more effective upon
those crowds, than arguments respect-
ing the price of the luxuries or even the
necessaries of life. In times of revolu-
tion, as well as in times of quiet, the
same lesson is forced upon us. Work-
ing men — yes, even if they are also
suffering men — demand that you should
do homage to something in them which
is not material, which is not selfish.
"When they claim to be- adopted as
part of the nation, not to be regarded as
standing outside of it, phantoms of
pecuniary advantage or pecuniary ex-
emption may float before their eyes.
You may possibly be able to persuade
them that those phantoms are all that
they are pursuing, can pursue, ought to
pursue. But before you bring theni to
that conviction, you will have quite
established another in their minds. You
will have left them in no doubt that
those are the objects you are following
after ; .that you identify the privilege of
belonging to a nation — of being a living
and governing part of it — with the
outward good things which it procures
for you. And they will despise and
hate you for that baseness ; will despise
and hate you the more because you
give them credit for sharing in it.
Any one who recollects the kind of
feeling which was at work in 1831 and
1832 will quickly apply this remark to
that time. The indignation in the
people, whether justified or not, was a
moral indignation. It was an indignation
against the upper classes as caring for
their material interests more than for
the well-being of the nation. The cry
was, " The purse is supreme. We are
"bought and sold. These peers who
"call themselves noble, and talk about
" a glorious ancestry, care only for their
" acres. These clergy who tell us about
"a Kingdom of Heaven, care only for
" their livings on earth. We must have
" all that set right. Three cheers for the
"bill" I am not saying that there
was not great unfairness in these cries.
I am saying only that they had more
weight with the body of the people,
more influence in securing their votes
for the proposed reform, than any
reasonings about the effect of admitting
by a 501. franchise in the counties or
a 10Z. franchise in the towns. The
scandal and the shame of confounding
high, national, divine interests, with
low, class, material interests, struck the
conscience of men who could not
understand nice questions about re-
presentation. And that conscience, far
more than all the skill of those who
framed the bill, or the ingenuity of
those "who defended it, or the eagerness
of those who profited by it, overcame
an opposition that was formidable not
for the wealth and traditional influence
only, but for the character, the wisdom,
and the earnestness of those who took
part in it.
I do not allude to the formal opposi-
tion in either House. I allude to those
who were certain never to be members of
Parliament ; to some of the most mature
thinkers of that day. A few of my
readers will have heard themselves, all
of us know by report, the eloquent
discourses which Mr. Wordsworth was
wont to pour forth against the BilL
Yet he was not ashamed of his early
revolutionary fervour ; his later Toryism
was associated with profound reverence
for the lower classes, with indepen-
dence of aristocratical patronage. Mr.
Hallam, born and bred amongst Whigs
— living amongst them — expressed, at
a time when the weight of his testi-
mony as a constitutional historian would
have been most valuable to his friends,
what must have been a most serious, be-
cause a most reluctant, disapprobation of
their measure. Can it be doubted that
both these illustrious men, starting from
such opposite points, with characters
and education so dissimilar, agreed in
their conclusion, because both equally
dreaded a sacrifice of moral and intel-
lectual to material interests, from the
predominance of the class which the
bill proposed to enfranchise ? On the
other hand, what endeared it to the
younger men of the literary and pro-
fessional class who reverenced the au-
thority of these guides, and yet could
not stoop to it, but the experience
which they had, or thought they had, of
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91
the terrible weight of those same mate-
rial interests in the system which the
bill disturbed 1 In many a house, where
a grave and righteous father, or uncle,
somewhere on the wrong side of sixty,
met a son or nephew just, fresh from
college, with a mind which he had
helped to form, and which reflected his
own, did a dialogue take place, not much
varying in substance from this : —
Senex. I wish you could tell me why
you have fallen in love with this new
constitution which Lord Grey is so good
as to devise for us.
Juvenis. You remember Johnson,
sir; he passed part of one long vacation
with me at your house.
Senex. Of course, I remember him ;
a very clever, sparkling fellow. Absurdly
liberal; but with no harm in him. I
shall be glad to see him again. What
has that to do with my question ?
Juvenis. He comes in for the borough
of Y on Lord P's interest.
Senex. On Lord P's interest ! one of
the most conspicuous names in Schedule
A. Dead against the bill !
Juvenis. Just so. Johnson, knowing
all the arguments for it, and heartily
sympathising in them, can, of course,
oppose it much more effectually than
those who have only learnt by heart the
common-places on the other side.
Senex. Humph ' Some who think as
I do might utter words of triumph
about the easy virtue of Eadicals. I do
not. I am as sorry for your friend as
you can be.
Juvenis. Well, sir ! And must I not
hate a system with perfect hatred which
reduces a man — one with whom I have
exchanged thoughts and hopes, one whom
I care for, in all respects a better as well
as a wiser man than I am — into a
creature whom I am obliged to despise ?
Senex. Be true to thyself, my boy,
and then thou wilt not be false to any
man, or to thy country, though thou
mayst make thousands of mistakes.
Juvenis. You have taught me not to
lie, sir; I owe therefore to you my hatred
of this serpent which is tempting us all
to lie. I do not understand, let me say
it with all deference, your tolerance of
feudalism. Of all persons I have ever
known, you abhor money- worship most,
and have kept your soul freest from it.
How can you endure that which per-
suades the wise and the unwise that
their tongues, their hearts, their man-
hood, are all articles for sale 1
Senex. t My respect for aristocracy is
increased, not diminished, by the horror
I have of these proceedings ; by my cer-
tainty that they will bring a curse upon
those who commit them, and upon the
land. If an aristocracy forgets that it is a
witness for intellect and manhood, and
against the power of the purse, 7 am
not to forget it. I am not to endue
with power those who believe only in
the purse, who think that all institutions
which connect us with the past, which
tell us that we are a nation of men,
are hindrances to its triumphs, and
therefore should be swept away. The
new Eeform Bill means that for me;
therefore, I protest against it.
Juvenis. It seems to me, sir, that the
incubus which is pressing upon us
must be got rid of somehow, and that
we must not shrink from any efforts,
shun any allies, fear to face any conse-
quences, if we can but throw it oft
I wish to illustrate by this dialogue
the common feeling which was at work
in the most earnest men who took oppo-
site sides in this great controversy. I
wish to show that that common feeling
was a dread lest the nation should perish
through the idolatry of material interests
by one or other of its classes. This
feeling was stronger than all questions
of detail ; strong enough to make those
who accepted the bill endure many
details in it which they disliked — those
who rejected it fear many of its gifts
which they might have been glad to
receive. And this feeling, it seems to me,
won the triumph. The aristocracy had
committed the sin with which they were
charged. The judgment for it could not
be delayed. It came in a form which
averted the doom of which many sup-
posed it was the trumpet.
The wisdom of the aged could not
prevail against the righteous decrees of
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Heaven. It did make itself good against
many of the dreams and hopes of the
young men, in which heavenly and
earthly elements were mixed. Their turn
for murmuring against the ten-pound
householders of the town was to
come. The complaints were repeated —
loudly repeated — by the working men,
who had joined to procure for the
middle class its new position. In the
case, however, of the professional class,
they produced what was called a " Con-
servative reaction ;" in the other case they
issued in a fiercer radicalism. The one
talked of the old constitution, dreamt of
times when men cared less for money
than they do now, detected some truth
in what they had been used to describe
as platitudes respecting the wisdom of
our ancestors ; the other cried for
manhood-suffrage and the points of the
charter. They were apparently, there-
fore, moving farther and farther from
each other ; the first regretting that the
aristocracy had conceded so much, the
other saying that to them they had con-
ceded nothing. Meantime a victory was
won by that class of which both were
jealous ; a victory which curiously illus-
trates the subject I am considering.
The Conservative party rose to power
supported by the cry that .the new class
to which the Eeform BiH had given so
much influence would sacrifice all old
institutions to mere immediate material
interests if they were not withstood.
The Conservative party bound itself to
the preservation of an immediate ma-
terial interest. No doubt many of its
members looked upon the Corn Laws in
a higher light than this ; no doubt they
regarded them as sacred ancient institu-
tions. But the conscience of the country
could not recognise them under this
name. It pronounced them a selfish
monopoly contrived for the good of a
class ; it passed sentence upon them.
Sir Robert Peel, noi in the character of
a representative of middle-class feelings
— however he may deserve on some
grounds to be so described — but as a
practical statesman, confessed a power
which was too strong for him, and sacri-
ficed to it his party and his reputation.
Let this fact be remembered by the
champions of that cause. Let them
laugh as they like at a national con-
science ; but let them know that their
arguments, their eloquence, their con-
spiracy would have been utterly inef-
fectual if they had not enlisted it on
their side.
Then came the year 1848. The
throne which had relied most upon the
support of the middle class, the throne
which had aimed most steadily and ex-
clusively at the promotion of material
interests, the throne which enlightened
doctrinaires had supported mainly be-
cause they looked upon it as the one
barrier against absolutism and demo-
cracy, fell down as if it had been a house
of cards; and most of the thrones in
Europe shook or fell as if they were
built of cards also. What did this
earthquake mean? There were those
who interpreted it thus : " Hitherto/'
they said, " democracy has been invad-
" ing only institutions — monarchies, aris-
"tocracies, churches. Now it is ap-
" proaching the heart of society. Now
' it is threatening property. Now then
' is the tune for ah1 who have property,
'however little they may care for
' any of these institutions, to arm them-
selves. Upper classes, middle classes,
' rally in this name. With this watch-
' word go forth against your enemies."
There were others who looked at this re-
volution as having a different and some-
what deeper significance. Beneath the
mad cry, La Propriete c'est le vol! they
heard another and a divine voice saying,
"No kingdom can stand which exalts
' the thfngs that a man has above the
' man himself. Old dynasties have fallen
' for this sin ; this young dynasty has
' fallen for it ; democracies will fall for
' it just as much."
The practical methods which these two
readings of the same events have sug-
gested are necessarily opposite. Let
each be tried by its results. In France
the necessity of enduring anything that
the risks to property might be averted
has led to the establishment of a tyranny
which crushes thought, intelligence,
manhood ; do those who care only for
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prosperity, and for peace as the great
instrument of prosperity, feel that it
makes them safe 1 In England how far
has the mere fear of a third class served
to hold the upper class and the middle
class in union ? The great middle-class
orator is the person who is causing most
alarm to the upper class and to many of
his own. He throws himself upon the
sympathies of the working-class; he tells
them that the aristocracy is plotting
their ruin ; he points them to the insti-
tutions of America as emphatically the
cheap institutions. If these are rather
ideals to be admired than to be realized,
at least by a great addition . to the suf-
frage some of their principal advantages
may be secured. Such statements fill
our Conservative politicians with terror.
They think something must be conceded
to these dangerous working men. How
much must be conceded, how much can
be saved, they ask, sometimes with
anxiety, sometimes with a sort of des-
perate indifference. They appeal to the
letter of Lord Macaulay respecting Jef-
ferson as evidence that the most accom-
plished and philosophical defender of
the old Reform Bill dreaded any exten-
sion of it which should make property a
less necessary element in a constituency;
that he regarded the want of reverence
for the sacredness of property as the
great defect and danger of American
institutions. They debate languidly and
listlessly, with a sort of resignation to
the inevitable — yet with anger at each
other for having produced the inevit-
able— how many of what they regard as
the old safeguards of the Constitution
can still be defended ; beyond what
point in the scale of poverty it is possi-
ble to go, with only a moderate risk of
confiscation.
Those who take the other view of
this subject cannot help being struck
with the fact, which I noticed at the
commencement of this paper, that the
working classes do not exhibit that pas-
sionate sympathy with Mr. Bright' s
appeals which might naturally be looked
for; at all events, that they are quite
open to appeals of directly the opposite
kind ; that they are more moved when
they are told that the soil on which they
dwell is a precious and sacred thing,
which it is their duty and their privilege
to defend. That they may become
utterly indifferent to such words ; that,
if those who use them merely adopt
them for their own selfish ends, they
will lose all their weight, and that then
the working people will only care to
think of themselves as a class which
has an interest at war with the other
classes; is obvious enough. But it is
not so yet. It is evident to those who
look upon them with fair, not partial,
eyes, that they wish to be recognised as
members of the nation, not to stand
aloof from it ; to have a common inte-
rest with the other classes, not an interest
which is opposed to theirs or destruc-
tive of theirs. They have the same
temptations to be a self-seeking class as
the aristocracy have, as the shopkeepers
have, no greater temptation. But they
must desire, in proportion as they are
true to themselves, to maintain that the
manhood which they share with others
is greater than the property which they
do not share with them ; that this is a
higher title to belong to the nation than
that ; that only so far as those who have
property have also manhood, can they
be honourable or useful citizens. Could
Lord Macaulay think that America was
in danger from holding a faith of this
kind ? Surely, if he did, he dissented
from the great majority of those in Eng-
land, or in the United States, who mourn
over American transgressions, and dread
American examples. When we talk of
the omnipotent guinea, we surely do not
mean that that thriving people hold the
possession or the acquisition of gold in
too low estimation. When we allude to
their defences of the " sacred social insti-
tution," we surely do not mean to charge
them with an over-reverence for the
human being, for being too apt to con-
sider the mere possession of a body and
soul a qualification for citizenship. .
It can hardly be expected that the
mere politician should feel the force of
this objection, or that any person should,
who is content merely to call himself a
member of the upper class or of the
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trading class. One had hoped that such
a man as Lord Macaulay, who had
relations with each of these, but who
belonged more strictly to the profes-
sional or the literary class, than to
any of them, would have felt in that
character, if not in the character of an
old anti-slavery champion, the duty of
not allowing such a triumph to Jefferson
and his school as is implied in the admis-
sion that their constitution rests on
manhood and ours on property. Many
circumstances in his position may have
made him less able to perceive the peril
of this stigma upon England and com-
pliment to America than many inferior
men born for a later time. It seems to
me of infinite importance that the pro-
fessional men and literary men of our
day should thoroughly understand them-
selves on this point, that so they may
be able thoroughly to understand the
working classes. They ought to feel
that their very existence as members of
professions — their work as men o'f letters
— is inseparable from the belief that the
accidents of position, the possession of
outward wealth, is not that which makes
the citizen. Just so far as they hold fast
this faith, just so far will they be free
from the sordid admiration of wealth —
which is another name for the sordid
envy of it — just so far will they be able
to show the possessors of wealth what
it is good for, because they do not crawl
to it or worship it. They may teach the
nobleman to reverence his position as a
member of a family, as the inheritor of
glorious memories and obligations. They
may teach the member of the trading
class to feel that on him devolve also
high memories and great responsibi-
lities ; that he, as the maintainer of
municipal rights and freedom, has not a
less noble position than the greatest
proprietor of the soil But they can only
do this while they maintain their own
position as men who, not in virtue of
any hereditary title, not in virtue of any
mercantile dignity, deal with the laws
of the body, of the mind, of the spirit,
and with those by which society is go-
Terned and upheld from age to age.
If they take this ground, they must
feel that their closest and most natural
allies are in that class which stands like
theirs upon the ground of manhood, which
cannot stand upon the ground of pos-
session. That we have all failed, griev-
ously and disgracefully failed, in taking
up this position and doing this work, —
that we have more to answer for than
all politicians for the ignorance of the
working people respecting their political
position and political duties, and for
any errors into which they may fall
through counsellors who will lead them
to think unworthily of themselves by
stirring them up to unworthy suspi-
cions of their fellows, — we are bound
always to confess. But this confes-
sion will not be an honest and practical
one if we fancy that we can make
the people aware of these duties by
merely preaching about them and de-
nouncing the neglect of them. The
claim of the people to a share in the
suffrage is an honest and healthy claim ;
a claim to have a part in the interests
of the nation — in the toils and suffer-
ings of the nation. They have not been
too earnest in putting forward this
claim ; they have been too indifferent
about it. We all know that we also
have been careless and indifferent about
it to a shameful degree. We can in-
terpret their apathy by our own.
We have not cared to use the rights
which we have actually possessed, be-
cause we have not understood what was
the worth of our individual votes. They
will go for nothing, we have said ; they
will be utterly swamped ; we shall not
be represented after all ; men will be
returned whom we do not wish for ;
men who are put forth by clubs or
parliamentary agents ; men who can
bribe ; men who can lie. What can
we do against these ? Cannot we sup-
pose that an honest worker feels a
like despair ? The despair may often
take the form with him of tempting
him utterly to part with his honesty ;
of leading him to think that it cannot
be a sin for him to receive what it is
counted no sin in a rich man to offer ;
that he shall do no more harm in
entertaining one trafficker with his con-
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science than another. Can we not also
imagine that, when he sees all the de-
gradation which men of property have
inflicted on him, and on his class, he
should cry out for getting rid of that
influence altogether. " Let us have
manhood suffrage," he exclaims; "no
other will serve our turn."
I wish the professional men to tell
him that no other will serve his turn or
their turn either. To get t/tat—to get
all the manhood we can into our consti-
tuencies, and into our representatives —
this must be our common object. And I
am not playing with phrases in a double
sense. I am not meaning one thing by
the Avords while he means another. He
means what I mean. He finds his present
position an unmanly one, and he wishes
to be put in the way of making it more
manly. He wishes to feel that he has
a distinct place in the commonwealth,
and that no power of purse or of num-
bers deprives him of that place. They
traffic with words in a double sense —
they cheat him with fictions in place of
realities — who would persuade him that
a mere large numerical addition to the
constituency, unaccompanied with other
provisions, will give him more of a dis-
tinct position than he has already ; will,
in any degree whatever, emancipate him
from the influences of property, or pre-
vent that influence from being exerted
in the most odious way — to the damag-
ing of his dignity as a man. Let there
be three OOO's following a 1 ; you call
that a thousand votes ; let there be six
000,000's following a 1 ; you call that
a million votes. But this is not man-
hood suffrage. Let 1 be a large pro-
prietor, they are his votes. Let 1 be
a priest, they are his votes. The agitator,
perhaps, cries, " Oh, no ! they will be
mine." Yes, till the next agitator
comes. But there will be no manhood
in any one of these cases.
That our old constitution did aim, by
such means as it had, at finding the
manhood, the names by which the
voters for our counties and towns were
of old designated sufficiently proves.
The one was a holder of land ; true ;
but a free holder ; one who had given
pledges that he was able to emancipate
that holding of his from territorial do-
minion. The other was emphatically a
free man ; one that had given pledges,
by passing through an apprenticeship,
and by entering into some local commu-
nity, of which he was a bond fide mem-
ber, that he had a capacity for obedience
and for fellowship. The tests have be-
come utterly obsolete ; have the prin-
ciples which are implied in the tests
become obsolete also 1 I think not ; I
think the great question must still be,
Who are the freeholders ? who are the
freemen1? Let them choose our repre-
sentatives ; ,all others will be slavish
themselves, and will be likely to choose
those who will make them more slavish.
If professional men and literary men,
instead of treating this subject as one
with which they have no concern, or
which only offers them an excuse for
writing clever articles against the dif-
ferent political schools, would honestly
apply their faculties to the considera-
tion of these questions, I belieye they
would be led to a result which might
be most beneficial to them, to the work-
ing classes, and to the whole country.
I do not mean that they should make
an effort to procure a distinct position
for themselves in the constituency.
That proposal was made two or three
years ago, and was embodied in a me-
morial to Lord Palmerston, which re-
ceived the signatures of some eminent
men. They did not, I believe, hold any
common deliberation ; even friends who
put down their names to the document,
did not talk with one another about
their reasons for doing it. It "con-
tained, therefore, a number of indepen-
dent opinions ; but there was not that
comparison and weighing of evidence
which ought to have preceded the sug-
gestion of a course of action. As a
witness against a constituency which
should owe all its force either to its
numbers or to its possessions, the memo-
rial had a real importance. Few, I
think, would have pledged themselves
then, fewer still would pledge themselves
now, to the details of the plan which it
recommended. Perhaps it was better to
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show that some plan had been thought
of; its very deficiencies were sure to
provoke criticism and inquiry. If the
earlier criticisms rather strengthened
the memorialists in their scheme — if
they were not quite persuaded that lite-
rary and professional men do not want
to be more interested in the business of
the country, by being told that they
were likely to talk of triremes when
they should talk of gunboats — there
have been later comments of immense
value, comments neither scornful nor
merely negative, but proceeding from
earnest and most able thinkers, who
believe that the demands of professional
men for an increased number of inde-
pendent and intelligent voters, and of
working men for their own admission,
in the fullest and largest sense, into the
commonwealth, may be entirely met —
and reconciled.
Mr. Mill's " Thoughts on Parliamen-
tary Reform" 1 have been for more than a
year before the public. But no work of
his can become out of date in one year or
in twenty years ; this one has, I believe,
gained a vast additional worth by the ex-
perience of the twelve months since it was
brought forth. He has now published a
new edition of it, which contains a Sup-
plement worthy of the pamphlet and wor-
thy of the author. In it he expresses,
with characteristic modesty and gene-
rosity, the enlargement, and in some
particulars the change, which has been
made in his views by reading the
" Treatise on the Election of Representa-
tives, Parliamentary and Municipal,"
by Thomas Hare, Esq., Barrister-at-Law.2
The following remarks introduce Mr.
Mill's notice of that work : —
• "Though Mr. Hare has delivered an
opinion — and generally, in our judgment, a
wise one —on nearly all the questions at pre-
sent in issue connected with representative
government ; the originality of his plan, as
well as most of the effects to be expected
from it, turn on the development which he
has given to what is commonly called the
Representation of Minorities. He has raised
this principle to an importance and dignity
which no previous thinker had ascribed to it.
1 J. W. Parker, West Strand.
2 Longman, Brown, Green, Longman and
Roberts, 1859.
As conceived by him, it should be called the
real, instead of nominal, representation of
every individual elector.
" That minorities in the nation ought in prin-
ciple, if it be possible, to be represented by
corresponding minorities in the legislative as-
sembly, is a necessary consequence from all
premises on which any representation at all
can be defended. In a deliberative assembly
the minority must perforce give way, because
the decision must be either ay or no ; but it
is not so in choosing those who are to form
the deliberative body : that ought to be the
express image of the wishes of the nation,
whether divided or unanimous, in the desig-
nation of those by whose united counsels it
will be ruled; and any section of opinion
which is unanimous within itself, ought to be
able, in due proportion to the rest, to con-
tribute its elements towards the collective
deliberation. At present, if three-fifths of the
electors vote for one person and two-fifths for
another, every individual of the two-fifths is,
for the purposes of that election, as if he did
not exist : his intelligence, his preference, have
gone for nothing in the composition of the
Parliament. Whatever was the object designed
by the Constitution in giving him a vote, that
object, at least on the present occasion, has
not been fulfilled ; and if he can be reconciled
to his position, it must be by the consideration
that some other time he may be one of a
majority, and another set of persons instead of
himself may be reduced to cyphers : just as,
before a regular government had been esta-
blished, a man might have consoled himself
for being robbed, by the hope that another
time he might be able to rob some one else.
But this compensation, however gratifying,
will be of no avail to him if he is everywhere
overmatched, and the same may be said of the
elector who is habitually outvoted.
" Of late years several modes have" been sug-
gested of giving an effective voice to a minority;
by limiting each elector to fewer votes than
the number of members to be elected, or
allowing him to concentrate all his votes on
the same candidate. These various schemes
are praiseworthy so far as they go, but they
attain the object very imperfectly. * * *
" Mr. Hare offers an outlet from this diffi-
culty. The object being that the suffrages of
those who are in a minority locally, should
tell in proportion to their number on the
composition of the Parliament; since this is
all that is required, why should it be impera-
tive that their votes should be received only
for some one who is a local candidate ? Why
might they not give their suffrage to any one
who is a candidate anywhere, their number of
votes being added to those which he may
obtain elsewhere ? Suppose that a comparison
between the number of members of the House
and of registered electors in the kingdom,
gives a quotient of 2,000 as the number of
electors per member, on an average of the
whole country (which, according to Mr. Hare's
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calculation, is not far from the fact, if the
existing electoral body is supposed to be aug-
mented by 200,000) : why should not any can-
didate, who can obtain 2,000 suffrages in the
whole kingdom, be returned to Parliament?
By the supposition, 2,000 persona are sufficient
to return a member, and there are 2,000 who
unanimously desire to have him for their
representative. Their claim to be represented
surely does not depend on their all residing in
the same place. Since one member can be
given to every 2,000, the most just mode of
arrangement and distribution must evidently
be, to give the member to 2,000 electors who
have voted for him, rather than to 2,000 some
of whom have voted against him. We should
then be assured that every member of the
House has been wished for by 2,000 of the
electoral body ; while in the other case, even
if all the electors have voted, he may possibly
have been wished for by no more than a thou-
sand and one.
" This arrangement provides for all the
difficulties involved in representation of mi-
norities. The smallest minority obtains an
influence proportioned to its numbers; the
largest obtains no more. The representation
becomes, what under no other system it can
be, really equal. Every member of Parlia-
ment is the representative of an unanimous
constituency. No one is represented, or rather
misrepresented, by a member whom he has
voted against. Every elector in the kingdom
is represented by the candidate he most pre-
fers, if as many persons in the whole extent
of the country are found to agree with him, as
come up to the number entitled to a represen-
tative."— Thoughts, pp. 41 — 44.
I have made this long extract because
my first knowledge of Mr. Hare's work
was derived from Mr. Mill's supple-
ment, and because nothing I can say of
it can possibly induce my readers to
study it, if such an account of it coming
from such an authority does not. That
it will reward those who give their minds
to it, for other reasons than those which
Mr. Mill has mentioned, I think I can
promise. I have read no book for a long
time which combines so much noble-
ness of thought, and so much general
philosophy with a devotion to details, and
the acuteness of a practised lawyer. It
is delightful to find one who proposes
so wide a representative reform sus-
taining himself by the weighty words of
Burke, the enemy throughout his life of
changes in the representation ; and these
words taken from the strongest of all
his later writings, the " Appeal from the
New to the Old Whigs." It is scarcely
less satisfactory to find the American
statesman, Mr. Calhoun, adduced as the
able protester against the tyranny of
mere majorities. Mr. Hare is an excel-
lent specimen of that zeal for the moral
as superior to the material interests of
the community, which I have demanded
of professional and literary men. He
has given a proof, not only to lawyers,
but perhaps still more to clergymen,
how possible it is to combine the most
energetic desire for reform with the
truest Conservatism. None need accept
his solution of the puzzle ; but he has
proved that the most difficult problems
need not be abandoned as desperate.
Since we may reasonably conclude that
the Reform Bill of 1860 is now practi-
cally dead, I do hope and trust that
instead of merely singing requiems or
songs of triumph over it, instead of
making its failure an excuse for party
recrimination or class jealousies, or for
the indolent conclusion that what has
not been done cannot be done, wise men
will exert themselves to devise some
measure which shall meet the necessities
of this time, because it is in accord-
ance with principles that belong to all
times ; which shall not satisfy the lust
of political power in any class, because
it will satisfy the honest craving for a
national position in all.1
1 To utter the phrase, " The Suffrage is not
a privilege so much as an obligation " is easy ;
to awaken the sense of obligation in our own
minds or in the minds of working men is the
difficulty. Mr. Hare's scheme would remove
one chief hindrance to the efforts of those
who try to awaken it. It would give the
suffrage another than a market value. Those
pseudo-spiritualists, who say that no moral
change1 can be effected by a mere change of
machinery, should ask themselves whether
the Reform Bill of 1832 effected no moral
change by reducing the days of polling. Mr.
Mill has replied to the charge against his pro-
posals that they were complicated. The Bill
in which they are embodied is simpler, he
maintains, than that which it would repeal.
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FOUK SONNETS.
BY THE BEV. CHAELES (TENNYSON) TUBNER.
SPRING.
LATE in tlie month a rude East Wind came down,
A roaring wind, which for a time had sway ;
But other powers possess' d the night and day,
And soon he found he could not hold his own.
The merry ruddock whistled at his heart,
And strenuous blackbirds pierc'd his flanks with song ;
Pert sparrows wrangled o'er his every part,
And through him shot the larks on pinions strong ;
Anon, a sunbeam brake across the plain,
And the wild bee went forth on booming wing ;
Whereat he feeble wax'd, but rose again
With aimless rage, and idle blustering :
The south wind touch'd him with a drift of rain,
And down he sank — a captive to the Spring !
A THOUGHT FOE MARCH, 1860.
YON blackbird's merry heart the rushing wind
Quells not, nor disconcerts his golden tongue,
That breaks my morning dream with well-known song.
Full many a breezy March I've left behind,
Whose gales, all spirited with notes and trills,
Blew over peaceful England ; and, ere long,
Another March will come these hills among,
To clash the lattices, and whirl the mills ;
But what shall be ere then ? Ambition's lust
Is broad awake, and, gazing from a throne
But newly-set, counts half the world his own ; —
All ancient covenants aside are thrust —
Old land-marks are like scratches in the dust —
His eagles wave their wings and they are gone !
Four Sonnets. 99
SUNEISE
As on my bed at morn I nuts' d and prayM,
I saw my lattice figur'd on the wall,
The flaunting leaves and flitting birds withal —
A sunny phantom interlac'd with shade j
" Thanks be to heaven ! " in happy mood I said ;
" What sweeter aid my matins could befal
" Than this fair glory from the east hath made 1
" What holy sleights hath God, the Lord of aU,
" To make us feel and see ! We are not free
"To say we see not, for the glory comes
" Nightly and daily like the flowing sea ;
" His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms,
" And, at prime hour, behold, He follows me
" With golden shadows to my secret rooms ! "
EESUERECTIOK
THOUGH Death met Love upon thy dying smile,
And sta/d him there for hours, yet the orbs of sight
So speedily resign'd their azure light,
That Christian hope fell earthward for a while,
Appall' d by dissolution. But on high
A record lives of thine identity ; —
Thou shalt not lose one charm of lip or eye ;
The hues and liquid lights shall wait for thee,
And the fair tissues, wheresoe'er they be !
Daughter of Heaven ! our stricken hearts repose
On the dear thought that we once more shall see
Thy beauty — like Himself our Master rose :
Then shall that beauty its old rights maintain,
And thy sweet spirit own those eyes again.
GBASBT VICARAGE,
May 12th.
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SHELLEY IK PALL MALL.
BY EICHARD GARNETT.
A COPY of " Stockdale's Budget," con-
taining the letters by Shelley now re-
published, was purchased by the British
Museum in 1859, and came under my
notice in the autumn of that year.
Struck by the interesting nature of this
correspondence, and especially by the
discovery of an early work by Shelley,
previously unknown to all his biogra-
phers, I lost no time in communicating
the circumstance to his family, whose
acquaintance it was already my privi-
lege to possess. It was at first hoped
that these letters might have appeared
in the second edition of the " Shelley
Memorials," but it was found that the
printing of that work was already too
far advanced to allow of their being in-
serted in their proper place. They were
accordingly reserved for the third edi-
tion ; but the prospect of this being
required appearing as yet somewhat re-
mote, it has been finally determined to
publish them in a separate form. I have
accordingly copied them from the obscure
periodical in which they originally ap-
peared, and added such explanations as
seemed needful to render the connexion
of the whole intelligible.
Much has been written about Shelley
during the last three or four years, and
the store of materials for his biography
has been augmented by many particulars,
some authentic and valuable, others
trivial or mythical, or founded on mis-
takes or misrepresentations. It does
not strictly fall within the scope of this
paper to notice any of these, but some
of the latter class are calculated to mo-
dify so injuriously what has hitherto
been the prevalent estimate of Shelley's
character, and, while entirely unfounded,
are yet open to correction from the
better knowledge of so few, that it
would be inexcusable to omit an oppor-
tunity of comment which only chance
has presented, and which may not
speedily recur. It will be readily per-
ceived that the allusion is to the state-
ments respecting Shelley's separation
from his first wife, published by Mr.
T. L. Peacock in F reiser's Magazine for
January last. According to these, the
transaction was not preceded by long-
continued unhappiness, neither was it
an amicable agreement effected in
virtue of a mutual understanding. The
time cannot be distant when these
assertions must be refuted by the pub-
lication of documents hitherto withheld,
and Shelley's family have doubted whe-
ther it be worth while to anticipate it.
Pending their decision, I may be allowed
to state most explicitly that the evi-
dence to which they would in such a
case appeal, and to the nature of which
I feel fully competent to speak, most
de'cidedly contradicts the allegations of
Mr. Peacock.
So extensive is the miscellaneous bib-
liographic and literary lore lying safely
hidden away in unsuspected quarters,
that a line of inquiry in Notes and
Queries would almost certainly elicit some
one able to tell \is all about the ancient
publishing-house of the Stockdales, father
and son — to inform us when they com-
menced business, and where and what
were the principal books they published,
and in what years, and how these spe-
culations respectively turned out — and
so trace the Pall Mall chameleon through
all its changes from original whiteness
to the undeniable sable of the publication
we are about to notice.
It is even possible that a moderate
amount of laudable industry might have
enabled us to do all this ourselves, and
thus to present the grateful or ungrateful
reader with a complete bibliopolic mo-
nography. Feeling, however, for our
own parts, a very decided distaste to the
minute investigation of unimportant
matters, and interested in John Joseph
Stockdale as far as, and no further than,
Shelley in .Pall Mall.
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he was concerned in the affairs of Percy
Bysshe Shelley, we have chosen to as-
sume that the reader's feelings are the
same, and that he will be content Avith
knowing just as much about the pub-
lisher as is absolutely necessary to ex-
plain his connexion with the poet, and
the circumstances under which he came
to print the notes written to him by the
latter. During, then, the last twenty
years of the eighteenth and the first
twenty of the nineteenth century, the
Stockdales' publishing-house (located for
part of the time in Pall Mall, and part,
if we mistake not, in Piccadilly) was
resorted to by novelists, poets, and more
particularly dramatists. It was the chief,
almost the sole orthodox and accredited
medium for perpetuating the transient
applause which the play-going public
vouchsafes to the dramatist. It pur-
veyed the patrons of circulating libraries
with a mental diet as light as Jndia-
rubber, and no less wholesome and
digestible; and facilitated the ambition
of all young poets willing to be immortal-
ised at their own costs and charges. As
universally known, the author of the
" Cenci" never had a chance of immor-
tality on easier terms ; the conditions
on which "Paradise Lost" was disposed
of were princely compared to any which
any publisher ever thought of tendering
to him ; and as his first aspirations after
literary renown began to stir within
him in the younger Stockdale's palmy
days, and lay altogether within the scope
of the tatter's publishing business, it
might almost have been predicted that
these two most dissimilar men would
not pass away without some slight con-
tact or mutual influence. In fact,
Shelley's second novel bears the name
of Stockdale as the publisher ; and the
singular discovery of a portion of the
business correspondence that passed be-
tween the two respecting this publi-
cation now enables us not merely to
write the history of the connexion, which
might probably, be acceptable to none
but a thorough-going hero-worshipper,
but perhaps to throw some light on the
feelings which possessed, and the influ-
ences which contributed to mould one
of the most original of human spirits, at
the most momentous, if not the most
eventful period of its earthly existence.
It has already been stated that this
correspondence originally appeared in
" Stockdale's Budget ; " it now remains
to be explained what Stockdale's Budget
was. It was a periodical, issued in
1827 ; a sort of appendix to the more
celebrated "Memoirs of Harriet "Wilson,"
published by Stockdale some years pre-
viously, and well known to the amateurs
of disreputable literature. The present
writer has never seen this work, and for
actual purposes it will be quite sufficient
to state that it proved the soiirce of
infinite trouble to the unlucky pub-
lisher, not on account of its immorality,
which seems to have been unquestion-
able, but from its attacks on private
character. Owing to these, Stockdale be-
came the object of a succession of legal
proceedings, which speedily exhausted
his purse, while his business vanished,
and left not a wreck behind. Such a
result could have surprised no man of
ordinary understanding, but the united
tongues of men and of angels would fail
in conveying any adequate notion of the
publisher's stolidity and obtuseness. He
really considered himself an injured man,
and the " Budget" was established as
the means of impressing the same idea
on others. Stockdale's method of ratio-
cination was certainly somewhat peculiar.
Peers, he argued, do not always live hap-
pily with their wives. There is a baro-
net in custody in the midland counties,
charged with assault ; have they not just
taken the Hon. Wellesley Pole's chil-
dren from him 1 and what can be more
shocking than that abduction case of the
Wakefields1? Argal, I, Stockdale, was
quite justified in publishing those dis-
agreeable particulars about Mr. ,
and the seizure of my furniture in conse-
quence was an act of worse than Eussian
oppression.
In strict conformity with the princi-
ples of the Baconian philosophy, this
conclusion was based on a wide induc-
tion, derived from all the instances of
aristocratic frailty on which the pub-
lisher could possibly lay his hands,
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accompanied by appropriate comments,
and, when the supply failed to meet the
demand, eked out by a compilation from
the ordinary reports of the police courts.
It cannot be said that there is anything
positively immoral or libellous in the
publication, but a duller or more un-
inviting accumulation of garbage it
has never been our lot to see, and the
only circumstance which could tempt
any one to examine it, is the fact that
Stockdale, searching among his MS.
stores for letters from public characters,
calculated to lend interest to his publi-
cation, stumbled on the notes, or rather
some of them, addressed to him by
Shelley during their brief business con-
nexion. These he proceeded to publish,
accompanied by a highly characteristic
commentary, from which some particu-
lars of real interest may be gleaned.
The style of these letters sufficiently
attests their genuineness ; nor can we
peruse Stockdale' s acknowledged com-
positions without perceiving that the
writer was in every sense incapable of a
forgery, even if, in 1827, it had been
worth any one's while to vilify the poet
in a periodical.
Shelley's first introduction to Stock-
dale was verbal, and occurred under
singularly characteristic circumstances.
In the autumn of 1810 he presented
himself at the publisher's place of busi-
ness, and requested his aid in extricat-
ing him from a dilemma in which he
had involved himself by commissioning
a printer at Horsham to strike off four-
teen hundred and eighty copies of a
volume of poems, without having the
wherewithal to discharge his account.
He could hardly have expected Stock-
dale to do it for him, and the tatter's
silence is conclusive testimony that he
contributed no pecuniary assistance,
liberal as he doubtless was with good
advice. By some means, however, the
mute inglorious Aldus of Horsham was
appeased, and the copies of the work
transferred to Stockdale, who proceeded
to advertise them, and take the other
usual steps to promote their sale. An
advertisement of "Original Poetry, by
Victor and Cazire," will be found in
the Morning Chronicle of September
18, 1810, and the assumed duality of
authorship was not, like the particular
names employed, fictitious. The poems
were principally — Shelley thought en-
tirely— the production of himself and
a friend, and it becomes a matter of
no small interest to ascertain who this
friend was. It was not Mr. Hogg,
whose acquaintance Shelley had not
yet made, nor Captain Medwin, or the
circumstance would have been long
since made public.
A more likely coadjutor would be
Harriet Grove, Shelley's cousin, and the
object of his first attachment, who is
said to have aided him in the compo-
sition of his first romance, " Zastrozzi."
Indeed, "Cazire" seems to be intended for
a female name ; perhaps it was adopted
from some novel. However this may
be, the little book had evidently been
ushered into the world under an unlucky
star; few and evil were its days. It
had hardly been published a week when
Stockdale, inspecting it with more at-
tention than he had previously had lei-
sure to bestow, recognised one of the
pieces as an old acquaintance in the
pages of M. G. Lewis, author of "The
Monk." It was but too clear that Shel-
ley's colleague, doubtless under the com-
pulsion of the poet's impetuous solici-
tations for more verses, had appropriated
whatever came first to hand, with slight
respect for pedantic considerations of
meum and tuum. Stockdale lost- no
time in communicating his discovery to
his employer, whose mortification may
be imagined, and his directions for the
instant suppression of the edition anti-
cipated. By this time, however, nearly
a hundred copies had been put into
circulation, so that we will not alto-
gether resign the hope of yet recovering
this interesting volume, hitherto totally
unknown to, or at least unnoticed by
all Shelley's biographers. Only one of
the letters relating to it remains ; x with
the exception of the childish note printed
1 We have not scrupled to occasionally
correct an obvious clerical error in these
letters, generally the result of haste, some-
times of a misprint.
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by Medwin, the earliest letter of Shelley
that has been preserved : —
" FIELD PLACE, September 6th, 1810.
" SIR, — I have to return you my
thankful acknowledgments for the re-
ceipt of the books, which arrived as soon
as I had any reason to expect : the
superfluity shall be balanced as soon as
I pay for some books which I shall
trouble you to bind for me.
" I enclose you the title-page of the
Poems, which, as you see, you have
mistaken on account of the illegibility
of my handwriting. I have had the
last proof impression from the printer
this morning, and I suppose the exe-
cution of the work will not be long de-
layed. As soon as it possibly can, it
shall reach you, and believe me, sir,
grateful for the interest you take in it.
" I am, sir,
" Your obedient humble servant,
" PERCY B. SHELLEY."
Shelley soon forgot the mishaps of
Victor and his Cazire, in fresh literary
projects. He had already placed the
MS. of " St. Irvyne, or the Kosicrucian,"
in Stockdale's hands, and on September
28th he offered him the copyright of his
schoolboy epic, written in conjunction
with Captain Medwia, " The Wandering
Jew" :—
"FIELD PLACE, September 28<A, 1810.
" SIR, — I sent, before I had the plea-
sure of knowing you, the MS. of a poem
to Messrs. Ballantyne and Co. Edin-
burgh ; they declined publishing it,
with the enclosed letter. I now offer
it to you, and depend upon your honour
as a gentleman for a fair price for the
copyright It will be sent to you from
Edinburgh. The subject is, 'The Wander-
ing Jew.' As to its containing atheistical
principles, I assure you I was wholly
unaware of the fact hinted at. Your
good sense will point out to you the
impossibility of inculcating pernicious
doctrines in a poem which, as you will
see, is so totally abstract from any cir-
cumstances which occur under the possi-
ble view of mankind.
"I am, sir,
" Your obliged and humble servant,
" PERCY B. SHELLEY."
The enclosure — a curiosity — is as
follows : —
" EDINBURGH, September 24<&, 1810.
" SIR, — The delay which occurred in
our reply to you respecting the poem
you have obligingly offered us for publi-
cation, has arisen from our. literary
friends and advisers (at least such as we
have confidence in) being in the country
at this season, as is usual, and the time
they have bestowed in its perusal.
" We are extremely sorry, at length,
after the most mature deliberation, to
be under the necessity of declining the
honour of being the publishers of the
present poem ; — not that we doubt its
success, but that it is, perhaps, better
suited to the character and liberal feel-
ings of the English, than the bigoted
spirit which yet pervades many culti-
vated minds in this country. Even
Walter Scott is assailed on all hands at
present by our Scotch spiritual and
Evangelical magazines and instructors,
for having promulgated atheistical doc-
trines in the ' Lady of the Lake.'
" We beg you will have the goodness
to advise us how it should be returned,
and we think its being consigned to the
care of some person in London would
be more likely to ensure its safety than
addressing it to Horsham.
" We are, sir,
" Your most obedient humble servants,
" JOHN BALLANTYNE & Co."
Now, had Shelley told any of his
friends that the "Lady of the Lake"
had been assailed in Scotland on the
ground of atheism, and professed to have
derived his information from the Bal-
lanfynes, the circumstance would ere
this have made its appearance in print
as a proof of his irresistible tendency to
"hallucinations," and his "inability to
"relate anything exactly as it hap-
" pened," Here, however, we see that
he would not have spoken without au-
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thority. It is, of course, quite possible
that the Ballantynes may themselves
have been mystified or mystificators —
otherwise it would appear that it had, in
that fortunate age, been vouchsafed to
certain Scotch clergymen to attain the
ne plus ultra of absurdity —
" Topmost stars of unascended heaven,
Pinnacled dim in the intense inane " —
or insane, whichever may be the cor-
rect reading. It is needless to add that
the " Wandering Jew " is quite guiltless
of atheism, or any "ism" but an occa-
sional solecism. Whatever precautions
may have been taken to ensure the
safety of the MS., they failed to bring
it into Stockdale's hands. He never
received it, and it seems to "have re-
mained peaceably at Edinburgh till its
discovery in 1831, when a portion of
it appeared in Fraser's Magazine, and
has since been reprinted in one of the
many unauthorised editions of Shelley's
works. According to Captain Medwin,
indeed, Shelley left it at his lodgings in
Edinburgh in 1811. But the Captain
evidently knew nothing of the negotia-
tion with the Ballantynes, which affords
a much more plausible explanation of
the discovery of the MS. in the Scotch
metropolis. He adds, indeed, that the
young authors were induced to lay aside
all thoughts of publication by the ad-
verse judgment of Campbell, who re-
turned the MS. submitted for his in-
spection with the remark that there
were only two good lines in the whole,
naming a pair of exceedingly common-
place ones. Whatever the effect on his
coadjutor, it is now clear that Shelley
was not to be daunted by the condemna-
tion even of a poet he admired, though,
doubtless, he would have himself ad-
mitted in after life that the quest after
tolerable lines in the " Wandering Jew "
might scarcely be more hopeful than
that undertaken of old after righteous
men in the Cities of the Plain.
Poetry like Shelley's is not to be
produced except under the immediate
impulse of lively emotion, or without a
long preliminary epoch of mental excite-
ment and fermentation. The ordinary
interchange of sunshine and shower suf-
fices for the production of mustard,
cress, and such-like useful vegetables;
but Nature must have been disturbed to
her centre ere there can be a Stromboli
for Byron to moor his bark by for a long
summer's night, and meditate a new
canto of "Childe Harold." Shelley's
mind was never in a more excited con-
dition than during the autumn of 1810,
and, at that time, like Donna Inez,
"his favourite science was the meta-
physical"— he reasoned of matters ab-
struse and difficult, " of fate, free-will,
" foreknowledge absolute," of
"Names, deeds, grey legends, dire
events, rebellions,
Majesties, sovran voices, agonies,
Creations and destroyings."
No other mental process could have
equally developed the unparalleled
glories of his verse. The enchanted
readers of "Prometheus Unbound" and
" Hellas " must admit that if Kant and
Berkeley had not much poetry in them-
selves, they were at all events the cause
of transcendent poetry in others. But
for his own ease and comfort it would
certainly have been better if he could
have agreed with Goethe that
" Ein Mensch, der spekulirt,
1st wie ein Thier, auf diirrer Haide
Von einern bb'sen Geist im Kreis'
herum gefiihrt,
Und rings herum ist schbne, griine
Weide."
On November 12th he wrote to
Stockdale : —
" OXFORD, Sunday.
"SiR, — I wish you to obtain for rne
a book which answers to the following
description. It is a Hebrew essay, de-
monstrating that the Christian religion
is false, and is mentioned in one of the
numbers of the Christian Observer,
last spring, by a clergyman, as an un-
answerable, yet sophistical argument.
If it is translated in Greek, Latin, or
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any of the European languages, I would
thank you to send it to me.
" I am, sir, your humble servant,
"PERCY B. SHELLEY."
We have searched the Observer in
vain for the notice referred to. The
letter, according to Stockdale, " satisfied
" me that he was in a situation of im-
" pending danger, from which the most
"friendly and cautious prudence alone
" could withdraw him." We shall see
in due course what line of conduct the
worthy "bookseller considered answerable
to this definition. Two days later
Shelley wrote : —
"UNIVERSITY COLL. Nov. 14tk, 1810.
" DEAR SIR, — I return you the Ro-
mance [St. Irvyne] by this day's coach.
I am much obligated1 by the trouble you
have taken to fit it for the press. I am
myself by no means a good hand at cor-
rection, but I think I have obviated the
principal objections which you allege.
" Ginotti, as you will see, did not die
by Wolfstein's hand, but by the influ-
ence of that natural magic which, when
the secret was imparted to the latter,
destroyed him. Mountfort being a cha-
racter of inferior interest, I did not
think it necessary to state the cata-
strophe of him, as it could at best be but
uninteresting. Eloise and Fitzeustace
are married, and happy, I suppose, and
Megalena dies by the same means as
Wolfstein. I do not myself see any
other explanation that is required. As
to the method of publishing it, I think,
as it is a thing which almost mecJiani-
cally sells to circulating libraries, &c.,
I would wish it to be published on my
own account,
" I am surprised that you have not
received the 'Wandering Jew,' and in
consequence write to Mr. Ballantyne to
mention it ; you will doubtlessly, there-
fore, receive it soon. — Should you still
perceive in the romance any error of
flagrant incoherency, &c. it must be
altered, but I should conceive it will
i Not a vulgarism in Shelley's day, any
more than "ruinated." Both may be found
in good writers of the 18th century.
No. 8. — VOL. II.
(being wholly so abrupt) not require
it.
"lam
" Your sincere humble servant,
"PERCY B. SHELLEY.
" Shall you make this in one or two
volumes'? Mr. Robinson, of Paternoster
Row, published ' Zastrozzi.' "
Certainly the faults of "St. Irvyne"
were of the kind best amended by una
litura. Nevertheless, it is as much
better than "Zastrozzi" as one very
bad book can be better than another.
" Zastrozzi " is an absolute chaos ; in
"St. Irvyne" there is at least the trace
of an effort after organisation and inner
harmony. Shelley's whole literary career
was, viewed in one of its aspects, a con-
stant struggle after the symmetry and
command of material which denote the
artist. The exquisiteness of his later
productions shows that at last he had
little to learn, and worthless as "St.
Irvyne " is in itself, it becomes of high
interest when regarded as the first feeble
step of a mighty genius on the road to
consummate excellence. Considered by
themselves, "Zastrozzi "and "St. Irvyne"
will appear the sort of production which
clever boys often indite, and from which
it is impossible to arrive at any sound
conclusion as to the future eminence or
obscurity of the writer. Their incohe-
rency is an attribute which should not,
their prolific imagination one which
often cannot, survive the period of ex-
treme youth.
On November 20th, Shelley wrote
thus : —
"UNI. COLL. Monday.
" MY DEAR SIR, — I did not think it
possible that the romance would make
but one small volume. It will at all
events be larger than 'Zastrozzi' What
I mean as ' Rosicrucian ' is, the elixir
of eternal life which Ginotti had ob-
tained. Mr. Godwin's romance of 'Si
Leon' turns upon that superstition.
I enveloped it in mystery for the greater
excitement of interest, and, on a re-
examination, you will perceive that
Mountfort did physically kill Ginotti,
i
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which will appear from the latter' s pale-
ness.
" Will you have the goodness to send
me Mr. Godwin's ' Political Justice ' 1
"When do you suppose 'St. Irvyne'
will be out ? If you have not yet got
the 'Wandering Jew' from Mr. B., I
will send you a MS. copy which I
possess.
" Yours sincerely,
"P. B. SHELLEY."
It appears from the next note that
this copy was sent, hut it miscarried : —
"OXFORD, December 2d, 1810.
"BEAR SIR,— Will you, if you have
got two copies of the ' Wandering Jew,'
send one of them to me, as I have
thought of some corrections which I
wish to make ? Your opinion on it will
likewise much oblige me.
" When do you suppose that Southey's
* Curse of Kehama ; will come out 1 I
am curious to see it, and when does ' St.
Irvyne ' come out ]
" I shall be in London the middle of
this month, when I will do myself the
pleasure of calling on you.
"Yours sincerely,
" P. B. SHELLEY."
«F[IELD] P[LACE],
December 18th, 1810.
" MY DEAR SIR, — I saw your adver-
tisement of the Eomance, and appjove
of it highly ; it is likely to excite curi-
osity. I would thank you to send
copies directed as follows : —
Miss Marshall, Horsham, Sussex.
T. Medwin, Esq., Horsham, Sussex.
T. J. Hogg, Esq., Eev. — DayrelTs,
Lynnington Dayrell, Buckingham,
and six copies to myself. In case the
' Curse of Kehama' x has yet appeared,
I would thank you for that likewise.
I have in preparation a novel ; it is
principally constructed to convey meta-
physical and political opinions by way
1 It thus appears that " Kehama" cannot
have been the poem with the MS. of which
Southey is related to have read Shelley to
•leep. To us, the whole anecdote seems to
come in a very questionable shape.
of conversation. It shall be sent to you
as soon as completed, but it shall receive
more correction than I trouble myself to
give to wild romance and poetry.
"Mr. Munday, of Oxford, will take
some romances ; I do not know whether
he sends directly to you, or through the
medium of another bookseller. I will
enclose the printer's account for your
inspection in another letter.
" Dear sir,
"Yours sincerely,
"P. B. SHELLEY.
Up to this date, then, Scythrop had
only found three of the seven gold
candlesticks. Mr. Hogg and Captain
Medwin, as is well known, continued
burning and shining lights; Miss Mar-
shall, of whom we now hear for the
first time, would appear to have been
speedily extinguished. Speedy extinc-
tion, too, was the fate of the MS.
novel, of which the above is the first
and last mention.
Sir (then Mr.) Timothy Shelley, the
poet's uncongenial father, now appears
upon the scene. At the date of the
next letter, he had already several times
called at Stockdale's shop in the company
of his son, and thus afforded the pub-
lisher an opportunity of contributing
the result of his own observation to the
universal testimony respecting the dispo-
sitions of the two, and the relation in
which they stood to each other. Percy
Shelley captivated all hearts; the rough-
est were subdued by his sweetness, the
most reserved won by his affectionate
candour. No man ever made more
strange or unsympathetic friends, and
they who may seem to have dealt most
hardly with his memory since his death
are chiefly the well-meaning people
whose error it has been to mistake an
accidental intimacy with a remarkable
character for the power of appreciating it.
Among these, Stockdale cannot be refused
a place, for it would be unjust not to
recognise, amid all his pomposity and
blundering, traces of a sincere affection
for the young author whose acquaintance
was certainly anything but advantageous
to him in a pecuniary point of view.
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An equal unanimity of sentiment pre-
vails respecting Sir Timothy; he un-
doubtedly meant well, but had scarcely
a single prominent trait of character
which would not of itself have unfitted
him to be the father of such a son.
Stockdale had frequent opportunities
of observing the uneasy terms on which
the two stood towards each other, and
unhesitatingly throws the entire blame
upon the father, whom he represents
as narrow-minded and wrong-headed,
behaving with extreme niggardliness in
money matters, and at the same time
continually fretting Shelley by harsh and
unnecessary interference with his most
indifferent actions. According to the
bookseller, he ineffectually tried his
best at once to "dispose Sir Timothy to
a more judicious line of conduct, and to
put him on his guard against his son's
speculative rashness. The following note
is probably in answer to some communi-
cation of this character.
"FIELD PLACE, 23d December, 1810.
" SIB, — I take the earliest oppor-
tunity of expressing to you my best
thanks for the very liberal and hand-
some manner in which you imparted to
me the sentiments you hold towards my
son, and the open and friendly com-
munication.
" I shall ever esteem it, and hold it
in remembrance. I will take an oppor-
tunity of calling on you again, when the
call at St. Stephen's Chapel enforces my
attendance by a call of the House.
"My son begs to make his compli-
ments to you.
" I have the honour to be, sir,
"Your very obedient humble servant,
"T. SHELLEY."
On January llth, 1811, Shelley wrote
as follows : —
" DEAR SIR, — I would thank you to
send a copy of 'St. Irvyne' to Miss
Harriet Westbrook, 10, Chapel Street,
Grosvenor Square. In the course of a
fortnight I shall do myself the pleasure
of calling on you. With respect to the
printer's bill, I made him explain the
distinctions of the costs, which I hope
are intelligible.
"Do you find that the public are capti-
vated by the title-page of ' St. Irvyne 1 '
" Your sincere
" P. B. SHELLEY."
This is interesting, in so far as it assists
us in determining the date of Shelley's
first acquaintance with Harriet West-
brook. Had he known her on December
18th, he would probably have included
her among those to whom he on that
day desired that copies of his novel
should be sent. It may then be inferred
with confidence, that he first became
interested in her between December
18th, and January llth, and as there
appears no trace of his having visited
town during that period, his knowledge
of her, when he wrote the second of these
letters, was most likely merely derived
from the accounts of his sisters, her
schoolfellows. This accords with the
assertion, made in an interesting but
unpublished document in the writer's
possession, that he first saw her in Ja-
nuary, 1811. Whenever this and similar
MSS. are made public, it will for the
first time be clearly understood how
slight was the acquaintance of Shelley
with Harriet, previous to their marriage ;
what advantage was taken of his chivalry
of sentiment, and her compliant disposi-
tion, and the inexperience of both ; and
how little entitled or disposed she felt
herself to complain of his behaviour.
This was the last friendly communica-
tion between Shelley and his publisher.
Three days later we find Tiim writing thus
to his friend Hogg (Hogg's "Life of
Shelley," vol. I. p. 171) :—
" S — [Stockdale] has behaved in-
famously to me : he has abused the
confidence I reposed in him in sending
hinr my work ; and he has made very
free with your character, of which he
knows nothing, with my father. I shall
call on S — on my way [to Oxford], that
he may explain."
The work alluded to was either the
unlucky pamphlet which occasioned
Shelley's expulsion from Oxford, or some-
thing of a very similar description. After
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Shelley in Pall Mail.
Mr. Hogg's account of it, it is sufficiently
clear that this alarming performance was
nothing else than a sqUib, prompted
perhaps by the decided success of the bur-
lesque verses the friends had published
in the name of " My Aunt Margaret
Nicholson ; " at all events a natural corol-
lary from Shelley's inconvenient habit of
writing interminable letters to everybody
about everything. Of course Stockdale
declined to print it himself, and we can
readily believe that he employed his
best efforts to dissuade Shelley from
having it printed by another. There the
matter might have rested, but, unluckily,
in spite of Shelley's anticipations, the
public had not been captivated by the
title-page or any other portion of " St.
Irvyne," and the bookseller was begin-
ning to feel uneasy about his bill Shel-
ley was a minor, dependent on a father
persuaded that short allowances make
good sons, and who, on the subject being
delicately mooted to him, had less mildly
than firmly declared his determination
not to pay one single farthing. In this
strait, Stockdale seems to have argued
that he should best earn his claim by
rendering the Shelleys an important
service, which might be accomplished
by preventing the appearance of Percy's
adventurous pamphlet. At the same
time, it was essential that his merits
should be recognised by Sir Timothy,
which could not well be, if he were
scrupulous in respecting his son's con-
fidence. Yet it was equally necessary to
avoid creating an irreparable breach
between the two, and therefore highly
desirable to find some one to whose evil
communications the deterioration of Shel-
ley's patrician manners might be plau-
sibly ascribed. Such a scape-goat provi-
dentially presented itself in the person of
Mr. Jefferson Hogg, who, happening to
be in town about the beginning of 1811,
had several times called upon Stockdale
on Shelley's business, and at his request
The absurdity of the insinuation he
nevertheless did not scruple to make
seems not to have altogether escaped the
publisher himself, and must be perfectly
apparent to us who have had the advan-
tage of perusing Mr. Hogg's straightfor-
ward and unaffected account of his Uni-
versity acquaintance with his illustrious
friend. In fact, he was then doing for
Shelley what the University ought to
have done, and did not. " The use of
the University of Oxford," remarked an
Oxonian to Mr. Bagehot, " is that no
" one can overread himself there. The
" appetite for indiscriminate know-
ledge is. repressed. A blight is
"thrown over the ingenuous mind,"
&c. Mr. Hogg's companionship was
doing the same thing for Shelley
in a different way, not quelling his
friend's thirst for interminable discussion
by repulsion, but by satiety. The entire
character of their intimacy is faithfully
miniatured in the celebrated story of the
dog that tore Shelley's skirts, whereupon
the exasperated poet set off to. his
College for a pistol. "I accompanied
" him," says Mr. Hogg, " but on the
' way took occasion to engage him in
' a metaphysical discussion on the nature
' of anger, in the course of which he
'condemned that passion with great
' vehemence, and could hardly be
' brought to allow that it could be justi-
' fiable in any instance." It is needless
to add that the dog went unpunished;
and, had the Oxford authorities possessed
the slightest insight into Shelley's pecu-
liarities of disposition, and Mr. Hogg's
merits as a safety-valve, they might
have preserved an illustrious modern
ornament of their University. Stock-
dale, as we have seen, was all anxiety
to frame a bill of indictment ; and, his
wife chancing to have relations in the
part of Buckinghamshire where Mr.
Hogg had been residing, he availed
himself of the circumstance to make
inquiries. In those days Mr. Hogg's
"Life of Shelley" was not, and the
world had not learned on his own
authority that not only " he would not
"walk across Chancery Lane in the
"narrowest part to redress all the
" wrongs of Ireland, past, present, and
" to come," but, which is even more to
the purpose, that "he has always been
"totally ignorant respecting all the
" varieties of religious dissent." It was
therefore easier for Mrs. Stockdale to
Shelley in Pall Mall.
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collect, with incredible celerity, full
materials for such a representation of
Shelley's honest but unspeculative friend
as suited the views of her husband, who
immediately transmitted the account to
Sir Timothy. Sir Timothy naturally
informed his son, who informed Mr.
Hogg, who immediately visited the de-
linquent publisher with two most indig-
nant letters, which that pachydermatous
personage has very composedly repro-
duced in his journal exactly as they
were written. Shelley does not appear
to have fulfilled his intention of calling
upon Stockdale in London; but, the
latter's replies to Mr. Hogg proving enii
nently unsatisfactory, with his wonted
chivalry of feeling he addressed him
the following letter from Oxford : —
"OXFORD, 28$. of January, 1811.
" SIR, — On my arrival at Oxford, my
friend Mr. Hogg communicated to me
the letters which passed in consequence
of your misrepresentations of his cha-
racter, the abuse of that confidence which
he invariably reposed in you. I now,
sir, demand to know whether you mean
the evasions in your first letter to Mr.
Hogg, your insulting attempted cool-
ness in your second, as a means of
escaping safely from the opprobrium
naturally attached to so ungentlemanly
an abuse of confidence (to say nothing
of misrepresentations) ' as that which
my father communicated to me, or as a
denial of the fact of having acted in
this unprecedented, this scandalous man-
ner. If the former be your intention,
I will compassionate your cowardice,
and my friend, pitying your weakness,
will take no further notice of your con-
temptible attempts at calumny. If the
latter is your intention, I feel it my duty
to declare, as my veracity and that of
my father is thereby called in question,
that I will never be satisfied, despicable
as I may consider the author of that
affront, until my friend has an ample
apology for the injury you have at-
tempted to do him. I expect an imme-
diate, and demand a satisfactory letter.
" Sir, I am, •
" Your obedient humble servant,
"PERCY B. SHELLEY."
On receiving this, Stockdale wrote
Sir Timothy a letter, which the baronet,
like Dr. Folliott, in " Crotchet Castle,"
appears to have considered " deficient in
" the two great requisites of head and
"tail:"—
"FIELD PLACE, 30<£ of January, 1811.
" SIR, — I am so surprised at the re-
ceipt of your letter of this morning, that
I cannot comprehend the meaning of
the language you use. I shall be in
London next week, and will then call
on you.
" I am, sir,
"Your obedient humble servant,
"T. SHELLEY."
Sir Timothy did call, and Stockdale
" gave him such particulars as the
" urgency of the case required. The
" consequence was," he continues, with
touching simplicity, " that all concerned
became inimical to me."
Shelley's expulsion took place on the
25th of March. He immediately came
to town, and on April llth addressed
this note to Stockdale : —
" 15, POLAND STREET, OXFORD STREET.
" SIR, — Will you have the goodness to
inform me of the number of copies which
you have sold of ' St. Irvyne 1' Circum-
stances may occur which will oblige me
to wish for my accounts suddenly ; per-
haps you had better make them out.
" Sir,
" Your obedient humble servant,
"P. B. SHELLEY."
Stockdale delayed to act upon this
suggestion ; and, when he at length sent
in his account, Shelley had quitted
London. The bill, however, overtook
him in Radnorshire : —
"SiR, — Your letter has at length
reached me ; the remoteness of my pre-
sent situation must apologize for my
apparent neglect. I am sorry to say,
in answer to your requisition, that the
state of my finances renders immediate
payment perfectly impossible. It is my
intention, at the earliest period in my
power to do so, to discharge your ac-
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Shelley in Pall Mall.
count. I am aware of the imprudence of
publishing a book so ill-digested as ' St.
Irvyne;' but are there no expectations
on the profits of its sale ? My studies
have, since my writing it, been of a
more serious nature. I am at present
engaged in completing a series of moral
and metaphysical essays — perhaps their
copyright would be accepted in lieu of
part of my debt ?
" Sir, I have the honour to be,
" Your very humble servant,
"PERCY B. SHELLEY.
" CWMELAN, RHATADER, RADNORSHIRE,
August 1st, 1811."
The offer of "moral and metaphysical
essays" from one in Shelley's circum-
stances could not well appear very
inviting, and so the acquaintance of
author and publisher ended in an unpaid
bill This account, which cannot have
been a large one, soon escaped Shelley's
memory, and, when better tunes arrived,
Stockdale did nothing to remind him of
it — an unaccountable oversight, unless
we can suppose him ignorant of the
circumstances of one whose writings and
proceedings were provoking so much
public comment. In spite of his dis-
appointment, Stockdale, who really
appears to have been captivated by
Shelley, and to have been not more
forcibly impressed by the energy of Ms
intellect than by the loveliness of his
character, emphatically expresses "My
" fullest assurance of his honour and rec-
" titude, and my conviction that he would
" vegetate, rather than live, to effect the
" discharge of every honest claim upon
" him." In default of having given him
the opportunity, he endeavours, with full
success, to extract the largest possible
amount of self-glorification from his
subject. Had he but had his own way,
" What degradation and self-abasement
" might have been spared to the widowed
"wife and fatherless orphans, who, per-
" haps, at last, may be indebted to my brief
" memoirs for the only ray of respect and
" hope which may illumine their recollec-
" tions of a fatherwhen they have attained •
" an age for reflection, and shed a gleam
"of ghastly light athwart the palpable
"obscurity of his tomb." It must be
acknowledged that Stockdale's eloquence,
like Pandemonium, is rather sublime than
luminous ; it must ever remain uncertain
whether the "ghastly light" is supposed
to be derived from the respect, or the
hope, or the wife, or the orphans, or the
" brief memoirs," or any two or more of
these, or all five at once; and what
follows about the prayer of a hope of a
possibility is even more unintelligible.
But those were days in which men dis-
paraged the character and genius of
Shelley as a matter of course, without
the remotest idea of the ridicule and
contempt they • were meriting at the
hands of succeeding generations. Only
six years previously, a writer in the
Literary Gazette had expressed the dis-
appointment he had felt, in common
with all right-minded people, on learning
that the author of "Queen Mab" pos-
sessed neither horns, tail, hoofs, or any
other outward and visible sign of the
diabolical nature.1 The progress of
public opinion respecting Shelley has
imitated the famous variations of the
Moniteur on occasion of Napoleon's
escape from Elba. "The tiger has
" broken loose, the monster has landed,
" the traitor is at Grenoble, the enemy at
"Lyons, Napoleon is at Fontainebleau,
" the emperor is in Paris ! " Stookdale
flourished in the tigrine era, when it
was perfectly natural that he should
terminate his articles by an invocation
of " the seven other spirits, more wicked
than himself"
1 This will be thought a parable or an extra-
vaganza, and is, nevertheless, simple, serious,
literal truth. There is a curious illustration of
the slight recognition Shelley's writings had
obtained so late as 1828, in Platen's exquisitely
classical address to his friend Rumohr, whom
he invites to visit him at his residence on an
island in the Gulf of Spezzia, telling him
that he will see, among other things, the spot
Wo der Freund
Jenes Dichters ertranlc,
without the slightest allusion to Shelley's own
achievements aa a poet !
Ill
THE KAMSGATE LIFE-BOAT: A RESCUE.1
CHAPTEE I.
A WRECK OFF MARGATE.
THE night of Sunday, the twelfth of
February, in the present year, was what
sailors call a very dirty night. Heavy
masses of ^clouds skirted the horizon as
the sun set ; and, as the night drew on,
violent gusts of wind swept along, accom-
panied with snow squalls. It was a dan-
gerous time for vessels in the Channel,
and it proved fatal to one at least.
Before the light broke on Monday
morning, the thirteenth, the Margate
lugger, Eclipse, put out to sea to
cruise around the sands and shoals in
the neighbourhood of Margate, on the
look out for any disasters that might
have occurred during the night. The
«rew soon discovered that a vessel
was ashore on the Margate Sands, and
directly made for her. She proved to
be the Spanish brig Samaritano, of
one hundred and seventy tons, bound
from Antwerp to Santander, and laden
with a valuable and miscellaneous cargo.
Her crew consisted of Modeste Crispo,
captain, and eleven men. It seems that
during a violent squall of snow and
wind the vessel was driven on the sands
at about half-past five in the morning ;
the crew attempted to put off in -the
ship's boats, but in vain ; the oars were
broken in the attempt, and the boats
stove in.
The lugger, Eclipse, as she was run-
ning for the brig, spoke a Whitstable
smack, and borrowed two of her men
and her boat. They boarded the vessel
as the tide went down, and hoped to be
able to get her off at high water. For
this purpose six Margate boatmen and
two of the Whitstable men were left on
board. But, with the rising tide, the
1 The following narrative is by one who
had the best local opportunities of being
accurate, and of receiving accounts of every
detail of the rescue from the lips of the men
who were engaged in it.
gale came on again in all its fury, and
they soon gave up all hopes of saving
the vessel. They hoisted their boat on
board, and all hands began to feel that
it was no longer a question of saving
the vessel, but of saving their own lives.
The sea began to break furiously over
the wreck, lifting her, and then bumping
her with crushing force upon the sands.
Her timbers did not long withstand this
trial of their strength ; a hole was soon
knocked in her ; she filled with water,
and settled down upon the sand. The
waves began now to break over the deck ;
the boat was speedily knocked to pieces
and swept overboard ; the hatches were
forced up, and some of the cargo floated
on deck, and was washed away. The
brig began to roll fearfully as the waves
one after another crashed over her; and
the men, fearing that she would be
forced on her broadside, cut the weather
rigging of the mainmast, and it was
speedily swept overboard. All hands
now sought refuge in the forerigging.
Nineteen lives had then no other
hope between them and a terrible
death than the few shrouds of that
shaking mast. The wind swept by them
with hurricane force ; each wave that
broke upon the vessel sprang up into
columns of foam, and drenched them to
the skin ; the air was full of spray and
sleet, which froze upon them as it fell
And thus they waited, hour after hour,
and no help came, until one and all
despaired of life.
In the meanwhile, news of the wreck
had spread like wildfire through Mar-
gate. In spite of the gale and the
blinding snow squalls, many struggled
to the cliff, and with spyglasses tried to
penetrate the flying scud, or to gain,
through the breaks in the storm, glimpses
of the wreck.
As- soon as they saw the peril the
crew of the brig were in, the smaller of
the two Margate life-boats was manned,
and made to the rescue. But all the
efforts of her crew were in vain ; the gale
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was furious, and the seas broke over and
filled the boat. This her gallant crew
heeded little aj; first, for they had every
confidence in the powers of the boat to
ride safely through any storm, her air-
tight compartments preventing her from
sinking ; but to their dismay they found
that she was losing her buoyancy and
fast becoming unmanageable ; she was
filling with water, which came up to the
men's waists. The air-boxes had evi-
dently filled ; and they remembered, too
late, that the valves with which each box
is provided, in order to let out any
water that may leak in, had in the ex-
citement of starting been left unscrewed.
Their boat was then no longer a life-
boat, and the struggle became one for
their own safety. Although then within
a quarter of a mile of the brig, there was
no help for it ; the boat was unmanage-
able, and the only chance of life left to
the boatmen was to run her ashore as
soon as possible on the nearest part of
the coast. It was doubtful whether
they would be able to do even this, and
it was not until after four hours' battling
with the sea and gale that they suc-
ceeded in getting ashore in Westgate
Bay. There the coast-guard were ready
to receive them, and did their best to
revive the exhausted men. As soon as
it was discovered that the first life-boat
had become disabled, the big life-boat
(The Friend of all Nations) was got
ready. With much trouble it was drag-
ged round to the other, side of the pier,
and there launched. Away she started,
her brave crew doing their utmost to
battle with the gale, and work their way
out to the brig ; but all their efforts were
in vain. The tremendous wind and sea
overpowered them ; the tiller gave way ;
and, after a hard struggle, this life-boat
was driven ashore about a mile from the
town.
With both their life-boats wrecked,
the Margate people gave up all hopes of
saving the crew of the vessel. There
seemed no hope for it ; they must be
content to let them perish within their
sight. But this should not be the
case until every possible effort had
been made ; and two luggers, The
Nelson and The Lively, undaunted by
the fate of the life-boats, put off to
the rescue. The fate of one was soon
settled ; a fearful squall of wind caught
her before she had got many hundred
yards clear of the pier, and swept her
foremast out of her ; and her crew, in
turn, had to make every possible effort
to avoid being driven on the shore-rocks
and wrecked. The Lively was more
fortunate ; she got to sea, but could not
cross the sand, or get to the wreck.
The Margate people began to despair;
and, when the tidings passed among the
crowd that the lieutenant of the Mar-
gate coast-guard had sent an express
over to Eamsgate for the Raiusgate
steamer and life-boat, it was thought
impossible, on the one hand, that they
could make their way round the North
Foreland in the teeth of so tremendous
a gale, or, on the other, that the ship
could hold together, or the crew live,
exposed as they were in the rigging,
during the time it would of necessity
take for the steamer and boat to get to
them.
We now change the scene to Rams-
gate.
CHAPTER II.
MAKING FOR THE WRECK.
FROM an early hour on the Monday
morning, groups of boatmen had as-
sembled on the pier at Eamsgate, occa-
sionally joined by some of the most hardy
of the townspeople, or by a stray visitor,
attracted out by the wild scene that the
storm presented. In the intervals be-
tween the snow squalls, they could
faintly discern a vessel or two in the
distance running before the gale ; and
they were all keenly on the look out
for signals of distress, that they might
put off to the rescue. But no such
signal was given. Every now and then,
as the wind boomed by, some landsman
thought it the report of a gun from one
or other of the three light-vessels
which guard the dangerous Goodwin
Sands; but the boatmen shook their
The Eamsgate Life-Boat.
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heads, and those who with spyglasses
kept a look-out in the direction of the
light-vessels confirmed them in their
disbelief.
About nine o'clock, tidings came that
a brig was ashore on the Woolpack
Sands, off Margate. It was of course
concluded that the two Margate life-
boats would go to the rescue ; and,
although there was much anxiety and
excitement as to the result of the
attempt the Margate boatmen would
make, no one had the least idea that
the services of the Eamsgate boat would
be required. Thus time passed on,
until twelve o'clock, when most of the
men went away to dinner, leaving a few
only on watch. Shortly after twelve, the
coast-guard man from Margate hastened
breathless to the pier and to the har-
bour-master's office, saying, in answer
to eager inquiries, as he hurried on,
that the two Margate life-boats had been
wrecked, and that the Ramsgate boat
was wanted. The harbour-master im-
mediately gave the order to man the
life-boat. No sooner had the words
passed his lips, than the sailors who
had crowded around the door of the
office in expectation of the order,
rushed away to the boat. First come,
first in ; not a moment's hesitation,
not a thought of farther clothing ! The
news soon spread ; each boatman as he
heard it made a hasty snatch at his
south-wester cap and bag of waterproof
overalls, and raced down to the boat;
and for some time boatman after boat-
man was to be seen rushing down the
pier, hoping to find a place still vacant
for him. If the race had been to
save their own lives, instead of to risk
them, it could scarcely have been more
hotly contested. Some of those who had
won the race, and were in the boat,
were ill-prepared with clothing for the
hardships they would have to endure ;
for, if they had not their things at hand,
they would not delay a moment to
obtain them, fearing that the crew
might be made up before they got
there. These were supplied by the
generosity of their friends, who had
come down better prepared, although
too late for the enterprise ; the cork'
jackets were thrown into the boat, and
put on by the men. The powerful
steam-tug, Aid, belonging to the har-
bour, and which has her steam up
night and day ready for any emergency
that may arise, got her steam to full
power, and, with her brave and skilful
master, Daniel Eeading, in command,
took the boat in tow, and made her
way out of the harbour. James Hogben,
who, with Eeading, has been in many
a wild scene of danger, commanded the
life-boat. It was nearly low water at
the time, but the force of the gale was
such that a good deal of spray was
dashing over the pier, and the snow,
which was falling in blinding squalls,
had drifted and eddied in every pro-
tected nook and corner, making it hard
work for the excited crowd who had
assembled to see the life-boat start, to
battle their way through the drifts and
against the wind, snow and foam, to
the head of the pier. There at last they
assembled, and many a heart failed as
they saw the steamer and boat clear the
pier and encounter the first rush of the
wind and sea outside. " She seemed to go
out under water," said one old fellow ;
"I wouldn't have gone in her for the
universe ;" and those who did not know
the heroism that such scenes called
forth in the breasts of our watermen,
could not help wondering somewhat at
the eagerness that had been displayed
to get a place in the boat — and this
although they knew that the two
Margate life-boats had been already
wrecked in the attempt to get the short
distance which separated Margate from
the wreck, while they would have to
battle their way through the gale for
ten or twelve miles before they could
get even in sight of the vessel. It says
nothing against the daring or skill of
the Margate boatmen, or the efficiency
of their boats that they failed. In such
a gale success was almost impossible
without the aid of steam. With it
they would probably have succeeded ;
without it the Eamsgate boat would
certainly have failed.
As soon as the steamer and boat got
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clear of the pier they felt the' full force
of the storm, and it seemed almost
doubtful whether they could make any
progress against it. Getting out of the
force of the tide as it swept round the
pier, they began to move ahead, and
were soon ploughing their way through
a perfect sea of foam. The steamer,
with engines working full power, plunged
along ; every wave, as it broke over her
bows, flying up, sent its spray mast bigh,
and deluged the deck with a tide of
water, which, as it swept aft, gave the
men on board enough to do to hold on.
The life-boat was towing astern, with
fifty fathom of five-inch hawser — an
enormously strong rope, about the thick-
ness of a man's wrist. Her crew already
experienced the dangers and discomforts
they were ready to submit to without a
murmur, perhaps for many hours, in
their effort to save life. It would be
hard to give a description to enable one
to realize their position in the boat.
The use of a life-boat is, that it will
live where other boats would of neces-
sity founder; they are made for, and
generally only used on, occasions of
extreme danger and peril, for terrible
storms and wild seas. The water flows
in the boat and over it, and it still floats.
Some huge rolling wave will break over
it and for a moment bury it, but it rises
in its buoyancy, and shakes itself free ;
beaten down on its broadside by the
waves and wind, it rises on its keel
again, and defies them to do their worst.
Such was the noble boat of which we
are writing. The waves that broke over
her drenched and deluged, and did
everything but drown, her. The men,
from the moment of their clearing the
pier to that of their return, were up to
their knees in water. They bent forward
as much as they could, each with a firm
hold upon the boat. The spray and
waves beat~and broke upon their backs ;
and, although it could not penetrate
their waterproof clothing, it chilled them
to the bone — for, as it fell, it froze. So
bitter was the cold that their very mit-
tens were frozen to their hands. After
a tremendous struggle, the steamer
seemed to be making head against the
storm ; they were well clear of the pier,
settled to their work, and getting on
gallantly. They passed through the cud
channel, and had passed the black and
white buoys, so well known to Ranis-
gate visitors, when a fearful sea came
heading towards them. It met and broke
over the steamer, buried her in foam,
and swept along. The life-boat rose to
it, and then, as she felt the strain on the
rope, plunged into it stem on, and was
for a moment nearly buried. The men
were almost washed out of her ; but at
that moment the. tow-rope gave way to
the tremendous strain ; the boat, lifted
with a jerk, was flung round by the
force of i the wave, and for a moment
seemed at the mercy of the sea which
broke over her amidships. " Oars out ! "
was the cry as soon as the men had
got their breath. They laboured and
laboured to get the boat's head to the
wind, but in vain ; the force of the gale
was too much for them, and, in spite of
all their efforts, they drifted fast to the
Broke Shoal, over which the sea was
beating heavily ; but the steamer, which
throughout was handled most admirably,
both as regards skill and bravery, was
' put round as swiftly as possible, and very
cleverly brought within a yard or two
to windward of the boat as she lay
athwart the sea. They threw a hawling-
line on board, to which was attached a
bran-new hawser, and again took the
boat in tow.
The tide was still flowing, and, as it
rose, the wind came up in heavier and
heavier gusts, bringing with it a blind-
ing snow and sleet, which, with the
foam, flew through the boat, still freez-
ing as it fell, till the men looked, as
one remarked at the time, like a body
of ice. They could not look to wind-
ward for the drifting snow and heavy seas
continually running over them ; but not
one heart failed, not one repented of
winning the race to the life-boat. Off
Broadstairs they suddenly felt the way
of the boat stop. "The rope broken
again," was the first thought of all ; but,
on looking round, as they were then
enabled to do, the boat being no longer
forced through the seas, they discovered
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to their utter dismay that the steamer
had stopped. They thought that her
machinery had broken down, and at
once despaired of saving the lives of
the shipwrecked ; but soon they dis-
covered, to their joy, that the steamer
had merely stopped to let out more
cable, fearful lest it might break again,
as they fought their way round the
North Foreland. It was another hour's
struggle before they reached the North
Foreland. There the sea was running
tremendously high. The gale was still
increasing ; the snow, and sleet, and
spray rushed by with hurricane speed.
Although it was only the early after-
noon, the air was so darkened with
the storm, that it seemed a dull twi-
light. The captain of the boat was
steering ; he peered out between his
coat-collar and cap, but looked in vain
for the steamer. He knew that she
was all right, for the rope kept tight;
but many times, although she was only
one hundred yards ahead, he could see
nothing of her. Still less able were the
men on board the steamboat to see the
life-boat. Often did they anxiously
look astern and watch for a break in
the drift and scud to see that she was
all right ; for, although they still felt
the strain upon the • rope, she might be
towing along bottom up, or with every
man washed out of her. for anything
they could tell. Several times the fear
that the life-boat was gone came over
the master of the steamer. Still steamer
and boat battled stoutly and success-
fully against the storm.
As soon as they were round the
North Foreland, the snow squall cleared,
and they sighted Margate, all anxiously
looking for the wreck ; but nothing of
her was to be seen. They saw a lugger
riding just clear of the pier, with fore-
mast gone, and anchor down, to prevent
her being driven ashore by the gale.
They next sighted the Margate life-boat,
abandoned and washed ashore, in West-
gate Bay, looking a complete wreck, the
waves breaking over her. A little beyond
this, they caught sight ef the second
life-boat, also ashore ; and then they
learnt to realize to the full the gallant
efforts that had been made to save the
shipwrecked, and the destruction that
had been wrought, as effort after effort
had' been overcome by the fury of the
gale.
But where was the wreck? They
could see nothing of her : had she been
beaten to pieces, all lives lost, and were
they too late 1 A heavy mass of cloud
and snow-storm rolled on to windward
of them, in the direction of the Margate
sands, and they could not make out any
signs of the wreck there. There was
just a chance that it was the Woolpack
Sand that she was on. They thought it
the more likely, as the first intelligence
which came of the wreck declared that
such was the case ; and accordingly they
determined to make for the Woolpack
Sand, which was about three miles farther
on. They had scarcely decided upon
this, when, most providentially, there
was a breaks in the drift of snow to
windward, and they suddenly caught
sight of the wreck. But for this sudden
clearance in the storm they would have
proceeded on, and, before they could
have found out their mistake and got
back, every soul must have perished.
The master of the steamboat made out
the flag of distress flying in the rigging,
the ensign union downwards; she was
doubtless the vessel they were in search
of. But still it was a question how
they could get to her, as she was on the
other side of the sand. To tow the
boat round the sand would be a long
job in the face of such a gale ; and for
the boat to make across the sand seemed
almost impossible, so tremendous was
the sea which was running over it.
Nevertheless, there was no hesitation
on the part of the life-boat crew. It
seemed a forlorn hope, a rushing upon
destruction, to attempt to sail through
such a surf and sea ; but to go round
the sands would occasion a delay which
they could not bear to think of. Without
hesitation, then, they cast off the tow-
rope, and were about setting sail, when
they found that the tide was running so
furiously that it would be necessary for
them to be towed at least three miles to
the eastward, before they would be suf-
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ficiently far to windward to fetch the
wreck. It was a hard struggle to get
the tow-rope on board again, and a
heavy disappointment to all to find
that an hour or so more of their
precious time must be consumed before
they could get to the Tescue of their
perishing brother seamen; but there
was no help for it; and away they
went again in tow of the steamer.
The snow squall came on, and they
lost sight of the vessel ; but all were
anxiously on the look out ; and now
and then in a lift of the squall they
could catch a glimpse of her. They
could see that she was almost buried
in the sea, which broke over her in
great clouds of foam; and again many
and weary were the doubts and specu-
lations as to whether or no any one on
board the wreck could still be alive.
For twenty minutes or so they battled
against the wind and tide. The gale,
which had been steadily increasing since
the morning, came on heavier than ever;
and the sea was running so furiously,
that even the new rope with which the
boat was being towed could not resist
the increasing strain, and suddenly
parted with a tremendous jerk. There
was no thought of picking up the cable
again. They could stand no farther delay,
and one and all rejoiced to hear the cap-
tain give orders to set the sail.
CHAPTEE III.
THE RESCUE AND THE RETURN.
HARDER still the gale, and the rush
of the sea, and the blinding snow — the
storm was at its height. As they headed
for the sands, a darkness as of night
seemed to settle down upon them ; they
could scarcely see each other ; but on
through the raging sea they drove the
gallant boat. As they approached the
shallow water, — the high part of the
sand, where the heaviest sea was break-
ing,— they could see spreading itself be-
fore them, standing out in the gloom, a
barrier-wall of foam ; for, as the waves
broke on the sand, and clashed together
in their recoil, they mounted up in
columns of foam, which was caught by
the wind, and carried away in white
streaming clouds of spray, and the fear-
ful roar of the beating waves could be
heard above the gale. But straight for
the breakers they made. No wavering,
no hesitation ; not a heart failed !
The boat, although under only her
double-reefed foresail and niizen — as
little sail as she could possibly carry —
was driven on by the hurricane force of
the wind. On through the outer range
of breakers she plunged, and then came
indeed a struggle for life. The waves no
longer rolled on in foaming ranks, but
leapt, and clashed, and battled together
"in a raging boil of sea. They broke
over the boat ; the surf poured in first
on one side and then on the other ; some
waves rushed over the boat, threatening
to sweep every man out of her. " Look
out, my men ! hold on ! hold on !" was
the cry when this happened ; and each
man threw himself down with his breast
on the thwart, and, with both arms
clasped round it, hugged it, and held to
it against the tear and wrestle of the
wave, while the rush of water poured
over their backs and heads and buried
them in its flood. Down for a moment
boat and men all -seemed to sink ; but
the splendid boat rose in her buoyancy
and freed herself of the water which
had for a moment buried her, and her
crew breathed again. A cry of triumph
arose from them — "All right! all right!
now she goes through it ; hold on, my
boys !" A moment's lull ; she glided
•on the crest of a huge wave, or only
smaller ones tried their strength against
her ; then the monster fellows came
heading on ; again the warning cry
was given, "Look out! hold on, hold
on ! " Thus, until they got clear of
the sands, the fearful struggle was often
repeated. But at last it ended, and
they got into deep water, leaving the
breakers behind them. They had then
only the huge rolling waves to contend
with, and they seemed but as little in
comparison to the broken water they
had just passed through and escaped
from. The boat was put before the
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wind, and every man was on the look
out for the wreck. For a time it re-
mained so thick that there was no
chance of finding her, when again, the
second time, a sudden break in the storm
evealed her. She was about half a mile
to leeward. They shifted their foresail
with some difficulty, and again made in
for the sands to the vessel. The appear-
ance of the wreck made even the boat-
men shudder. She had settled down
by the stern upon the sands, the sea
making a clear breach over her. The
starboard-bow was the only part of the
hull visible ; the mainmast was gone ;
the foresail and foretopsail blown adrift ;
and great columns of foam were mount-
ing up, flying over her foremast and
bow. They saw a Margate lugger lying
at anchor, just clear of the sand, and
made close to her. As they shot by
they could just make out through the
roar of the storm a hail — " Eight of our
men on board .;" and on they flew into
a sea which would in a moment have
swamped the lugger, noble boat though
she was. Approaching the wreck, it
was with terrible anxiety they strained
their sight, trying to discover whether
there were still any men left in the
tangled mass of rigging, over which the
sea was breaking so furiously. By de-
grees they made them out. " I see one,
two, three ! The rigging is full of
them !" was the cry ; and, with a cheer
of triumph at being still in time, they
settled to their work.
The wreck of the mainmast, and the
tremendous wash of the sea over the
vessel, prevented their going to the lee
of the wreck. This increased the danger
tenfold, as the result proved. About
forty yards from the wreck, they low-
ered their sails, and cast the anchor
over the side. The moment for which
the boat had so gallantly battled for
four hours, and the shipwrecked
waited, in almost despair, for eight,
had at last arrived. No shouting, no
whisper beyond the necessary orders ;
the suspense and risk are too terrible !
Yard by yard the cable is cautiously
payed out, and the great rolling seas
are allowed to carry the boat little by
little to the vessel. The waves break over
them — for a moment bury the boat ; and
then, as they break upon the vessel, the
spray hides the men, lashed to the rigging,
from their sight. They hoist up the sail a
little to help the boat sheer, and soon a
huge wave lifts them ; they let out a
yard or two more cable by the run, and
she is alongside the wreck ! With a cry,
three men jump from the rigging, and
are saved. The next instant they see a
huge wave rolling towards them, and
might and main, hand over hand, all
haul in the cable, and draw the boat
away from the wreck, and thus escape
being washed against her, and perhaps
over her, to certain destruction. Again
they watch their chance and get along-
side. This time they manage to remain a
little longer than before ; and, one after
another, thirteen of the shipwrecked leap
from the rigging to the boat ; and away
she is again. ' ' Are they all sa ved ? " ]S"o';
three of the Spaniards are still left in
the rigging ; they seem almost dead, and
can scarcely unlash themselves from
the shrouds, and crawl down, ready for
the return of the boat. This time the
peril is greater than ever. They have to
go quite close to the vessel, for the men
are too weak to leap ; they must remain
longer, for the men have to be lifted on
board ; but as before, coolly and determi-
nately they go to their work ; the cable
is veered out, the sail manreuvred to
make the boat sheer, and again she is
alongside ; the men are grasped by their
clothes, and dragged into the boat.
The last in the rigging is the cabin-boy ;
he seems entangled in the shrouds. (The
poor little fellow had a canvas bag of
trinkets and things he was taking home ;
it had caught in the rigging ; and his
cold, half-dead hands could not free
it.) A strong hand grasps him, and
tears him down into the boat ; for
a moment's delay may be death to
all. A tremendous wave rushes on
them ; hold, anchor ! hold, cable ! give
but a yard, and all are lost ! The
boat lifts, is washed into the fore-
rigging ; the sea passes ; and she settles
down again upon an even keel ! If
one stray rope of all the tangled rig-
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ging of the vessel had caught the
boat, she would have capsized, and
every man in her have been in a mo-
ment shaken out into the sea. The
boat is very crowded ; no fewer than
thirty-two men now form her precious
freight. They haul in cable and draw up
to the anchor as quickly as they . can,
to get clear of the wreck ; an- anxious
time it is. At last they are pretty clear,
and hoist the sail to draw still farther
away. There is no thought of getting th e
anchor up in such a gale and sea. " She
draws away," cries the captain; "pay
out the cable ; stand by to cut it ; pags
the hatchet forward ; cut the cable ;
quick, my men, quick !" There is a mo-
ment's delay. A sailor takes out his
knife, and begins gashing away at the
thick rope. Already one strand out of the
three is severed, when a fearful gust of
wind rushes by ; a crash is heard, and
the mast and sail are blown clean out of
the boat. Never was a moment of greater
peril. Away with the rush of the wave
the boat is again carried straight for the
fatal wreck ; the cable is payed out, and
is slack ; they haul it in as fast as they
can ; but on they go swiftly, apparently
to certain destruction. Let them hit the
wreck full, and the next wave must
wash them over it, and all perish ; let
them but touch it, and the risk is fear-
ful. On they are carried ; the stern of
the boat just grazes the bow of the ship.
Some of the crew are ready for a spring
into the bowsprit, to prolong their lives
a few minutes. Mercifully, the cable
at that moment taughtens : another
yard or two and the boat must have
been dashed to pieces. Might and
main they continue to haul in the
cable, and again draw away from the
wreck ; but they do it with a terrible
dread, for they remember the cut
strand of the rope. Will the remaining
two strands hold ? The strain is fearful ;
each time the boat lifts on a wave, the
cable tightens and jerks, and they think
it breaking ; but it still holds, and a
thrill of joy passes through the hearts
of all as they hear that the cut part is in.
The position is still one of extreme
peril. The mast and sail have been drag-
ging over the side all this time ; with
much difficulty they get them on board.
The mast had broke short off, about
three feet from the heel. They chop a
new heel to it, and rig it up again
as speedily as possible ; but it takes long
to do so. The boat is lying in the trough
of the sea, the waves breaking over her ;
the gale blowing as hard as ever ; the
boat so crowded that they can scarcely
move ; the Spaniards clinging to each
other, the terrors of death not having yet
passed away from them. They know
nothing of the properties of the life-boat,
and cannot believe that it will live
long in such a sea. As the huge waves
break over the boat and fill it, they
imagine that it is going to founder ;
and, besides this, for nearly four hours
had they been lashed to the rigging of
their vessel, till the life was nearly
beaten and frozen out of them by the
waves and bitter wind. One of them,
seeing a life-belt lying under a thwart,
which one of the crew had thrown
off in the hurry of his work, picked it
up and sat upon it, by way of making
himself doubly safe. But the work
went on ; at last the mast is fitted and
raised. No unnecessary word is spoken
all this time, for the life and death
struggle is not yet over, nor can be
until they are well away from the
neighbourhood of the wreck; but, as
they hoist the sail, the boat gradually
draws away, the cable is again payed
out little by little, and, as soon as they
are well clear of the vessel, they cut it,
and away they go.
The terrible suspense — when each
moment was* a moment of fearful risk —
from the time they let go their anchor to
the time they were clear of the vessel was
over. It had lasted nearly an hour. The
men could now breathe freely; their faces
brightened; and from one and all there
arose, spontaneously, a pealing cheer.
They were no longer face to face with
death, and joyfully and thankfully they
sailed away from the breakers, the sands,
and the wreck. The gale was still at
its height, but the peril they were in
then seemed as nothing compared to
that which they had left behind. In
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the great reaction of feeling, the freezing
cold and sleet, the driving foam and
sea were all forgotten: and they felt as
light-hearted as if they were out on a
pleasant summer's cruise. They could
at last look around and see whom they
had in the boat Of the saved were
eleven Spaniards — the master of the
brig, the mate, eight seamen and a boy ;
six Margate boatmen, "and two Whit-
stable fishermen. They then proceeded
in search of the steamer, which, after
casting the life-boat adrift, had made for
shelter to the back of the Hook Sand,
not far from the Eeculvers, and there
waited, her crew anxiously on the look
out for the return of the life-boat. As
they were making for the steamer, the
lugger, Eclipse, caine in chase, to hear
whether all hands, and especially her
men, had been saved. They welcomed
the glad tidings with three cheers for
the life-boat crew. Soon after, the
Whitstable smack stood towards them
on the same errand, and, after speaking
them, tacked in for the land. The
night was coming on apace. It was not
until they had run three or four miles
that they sighted the steamer ; and, when
they got alongside it, was a difficult mat-
ter to get the saved crew on board. The
gale was as hard as ever, and 'the steamer
rolled heavily ; the men had almost to
be lifted on board as opportunities oc-
curred ; and one poor fellow was so
thoroughly exhausted that they had to
haul him into the steamer with a rope.
Again the boat was taken in tow,
almost all her crew remaining in her ;
and they commenced their return home.
The night was very dark, although clear;
the sea and gale had lost none of their force ;
and, until they got well round the North
Foreland, the struggle to get back was
just as hard as it had been to get there.
Once round the Foreland, the wind was
well aft, and they made easier way ; light
after light opened to them ; Kingsgate,
Broadstairs, were passed ; and, at last,
the Eamsgate pier-head light shone
forth its welcome, and they began to
feel that their work was nearly over.
A telegram had been sent from Mar-
gate, in the afternoon, stating that the
Eamsgate life-boat had been seen to
save the crew ; but nothing more had
been heard, and the suspense of the
boatmen at Ramsgate, as they waited
for the life-boat's return, was terrible.
Few hoped to see them again, and, as
hour after hour passed Avithout tidings,
they were almost given up. During
the whole of the afternoon and evening,
anxious eyes were constantly on the
watch for the first signs of the boat's
coming round the head of the cliff. As
the tide went down, and the sea broke
less heavily over the pier, the men could
venture farther along it, until, by the
time of the boat's return, they were
enabled to assemble at the end of the
pier. When the steamer was first seen
with the life-boat in tow, the lookers out
shouted for very joy ; and, as they en-
tered the harbour, and hailed, "AH
saved ! " cheer after cheer for the life-
boat's crew broke from the crowd.
The Spaniards had somewhat recovered
from their exhaustion under the care of
the steamboat crew, and were farther
well cared for and supplied with clothes
by the orders of the Spanish Consul;
and the hardy English boatmen did
not take long to recover their exposure
and fatigues, fearful as they had been.
The captain of the Spaniard, in speaking
of the rescue, was almost overcome by
Ids feelings of gratitude and wonder.
He had quite made up his mind to
death, believing that no boat could by
any possibility come to their rescue in
such a fearful sea. He took with him
to Spain, to show to the Spanish govern-
ment, a painting of the rescue, executed
by Mr. Ifold, of Eamsgate.
There is an interest even in reading
the names of those (however unknown
to us) who have done gallant deeds ; we
give therefore the names of the crew of
the life-boat, and of the steamer. Of
the life-boat : James Hogben, captain ;
Charles Meader, Thomas Tucker, Philip
Goodchild, Edward Stock, William
Penny, William Priestley, George Hog-
ben, William Solly, George Forwood,
John Stock, Eobert Solly. Of the
steam-tug : Daniel Eeading, J. Simpson,
W. Wharrier, T. ^Nichols, J. Denton,
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The Sleep of the Hyacinth.
J. Freeman, T. Larkins, "W. Penman,
W. Matson, W. Solly. Other fearful
scenes have most of these men, espe-
cially the captains of the life-boat and
steam-tug, passed through in their efforts
to save life ; one so terrible that two out
of the crew of the life-boat never reco-
vered the shock given to their nerves.
One died a few months after the event,
and the other to this day is ailing, and
subject to fits. Of the splendid life-
boat too much cannot be said ; no fewer
than eighty-eight lives have been saved
by her during the last five years. De-
signed and built by J. Beeching and
Sons, boat-builders, &c., of Yarmouth,
she won the Northumberland prize of
one hundred guineas in a competition
of two hundred and eighty boats. Each
time the men go out, their confidence
in her increases, and they are now
ready to dare anything in the Northum-
berland prize life-boat. It is pleasing
to be able to add, by way of postscript,
that the Board of Control has presented
each man engaged in this rescue with a
medal and 21., and that the Spanish
Government has also gratefully acknow-
ledged the heroism of the men, and sent
to each a medal and 31.
THE SLEEP OF THE HYACINTH.
AN EGYPTIAN POEM. BY THE LATE DR. GEORGE WILSON, OF EDINBURGH.
(Concluded from No. 6.)
IV. THE ENTOMBMENT OF THE QUEEN AND
THE FLOWER.
There is mourning in the land of Pharaoh
over the dead Princess, whose swathing and
entombment, Egyptian-wise, with the hya-
cinth-bulb in her hand, are described — the
description leading to a glimpse of the Royal
Necropolis, or Burying-place, with its rows of
the dead who had preceded her, and, then, by
transition, to an address of the Mummy to' its
departed soul.
Woe was in the land of Egypt, .
Grief was on the monarch's throne ;
Aged Pharaoh, sad and childless,
Uttered sob and uttered groan ;
Death had won his dearest treasure,
Desolate he stood alone.
From his hand he thrust the sceptre,
From his brow he plucked the crown;
Royal robe and priestly vesture,
Warrior sword, he flung them down;
Sackcloth round his loins was girt,
Ashes on his head were strown.
Woe was in the land of Egypt,
On the loftiest and the least ;
Woe on king and woe on people,
Bond and freeman, prince and priest ;
Day and night they uttered wailings,
Lamentations never ceased.
At length the king rose, and he lifted
his head,
And he spake but three words, "Bury
my dead."
Her delicate body with water they
bathed,
And they combed the long locks of
her hair,
And her marble-like limbs with linen
they swathed,
Imbued with rich spices, and unguents
rare
To keep off the breath of the envious
air.
They folded her hands for their age-
long prayer ;
They laid on her breast,
For its age-long rest,
The bulb of the hyacinth root ;
And, with pious intent and reverend
care,
They wound from the head to the
foot
The long linen bandages, crossing them
round,
Till each motionless limb in its vestment
was bound,
And she lay folded up,
Like a flower in its cup
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Which has never awakened, and knows
but repose,
Like the bud never blown of the sleeping
white rose.
So they embalmed that lovely form,
And made that queenly face immortal,
Shutting from his prey the worm,
And barring close the admitting
portal ;
And Decay could not enter.
The sycamore tree in the garden fell,
She would love it they thought in
,the tomb ;
They hollowed it out,' a gloomy deep cell,
A dark, dreary lodge where no queen
would dwell ;
But she made no complaint, it suited
her well ;
There was small enough space, and
yet wide enough room ;
The dead are content with a narrow
freehold,
And they are not afraid of the gloom.
* * * *
There were no tossing arms
And no aching heads ;
All their pillows were soft
And downy their beds.
None weary and wakeful lay
Counting each hour,
Missing the drowsy juice
Wrung from the poppy flower.
None looked for the light ;
None longed for, the day,
Grew tired of their couches,
Or wished them away.
The babe lay hushed to a calmer rest
Than ever mother's loving breast
Or fondling arms in life had given,
Or lullaby that rose to heaven
And brought the angels down to guard
the cradle-nest.
The husband and the wife,
As once in life,
Slept side by side,
Undreaming of the cares the morning
might betide.
The bridegroom and the bride
Their fill of love might take ;
None kept the lovers now apart ;
Yet neither to the other spake,
No. 8. — VOL. n.
And heart leapt not to heart :
Death had wooed both,
And come in room
To him of loving bride,
To her of fond bridegroom;
Yet they slept sweetly
With closed eyes,
And knew not Death had cheated
both,
And won the prize.
None knelt to the king, yet none were
ashamed ;
None prayed unto God, yet no one
blamed ;
None weighed out silver or counted
gold;
Nothing was bought, and nothing sold ;
None would give, and none would take,
No one answered, and no one spake.
There were crowds on crowds, and yet
no din,
Sinner on sinner, and yet no sin ;
Poverty was not, nor any wealth,
None knew sickness, and none knew
health ;
None felt blindness, and none saw light,
There were millions of eyes and yet no
sight ;
Millions of ears and yet no hearing,
Millions of hearts, and yet no fearing ;
None knew joy, and none knew sorrow;
Yesterday was the same as to-day and
to-morrow.
None felt hunger, none felt thirst,
No one blessed, and no one cursed,
None wasted the hours, and none saved
time,
None did any good, or committed crime ;
Grief and woe, and guilt and care,
Fiery passion and sullen despair,
Were all unknown and unthought of
there :
Joy and love, and peace and bliss,
Holy affection and kindly kiss,
Were strangers there to all, I wiss.
The soldier laid aside his spear,
And was a man of peace ;
The slave forgot to fear,
And sighed not for release ;
The widow dried her tear
And thought not of her lord's decease.
The subtle brain
Of the c\irious priest,
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To strive and strain
With thought had ceased.
Lips that like angels' sung
Moved not the air,
And the eloquent tongue
Lay dumb in its lair,
Behind the closed gate of the teeth :
The flute-like throat
Uttered no note,
And the bosom swelled not with the
breath.
No mourning nor crying,
No sobbing nor sighing,
None weeping over the dead or the
dying,
Were heard on the way :
No singing, no laughing,
No joying, no daffing,
No reveller's glee when carousing and
quaffing,
Nor children at play :
None shouted, none whispered ; there
rose not a hum
In that great city of the deaf and dumb.
They left her there among the rows
Of royal dead to find repose,
Where Silence with her soundless wings
Hovers o'er sleeping queens and kings,
And each in dumbness steeps :
And Darkness with her sightless eye,
Grazes down through a starless sky,
And all from waking keeps.
* * * *
Soul, I loved thee ;
Thou wert beautiful :
Soul, I served thee ;
I was dutiful :
We had been so long together,
In the fair and the foul weather ;
We had known such joys and tears
That my love grew with the years.
I was not an enemy
Unto thy salvation ;
If I sinned, I sinred with thee,
Yielding to temptation ;
Thou wert wiser,
Thou wert stronger ;
I was never thy despiser ;
Wilfully I was no wronger —
Wronging thee I wronged myself.
I am but a broken cage,
And the eagle's fled ;
Think you he will quell his rage,
Bend his high ,and haughty head,
Leave the air at one fell swoop,
And with folded pinions stoop
Underneath these bars ; to droop
Once again, with sullen eye
Gazing at the far-off sky ?
He has gone his way, and I
Grudge him not his liberty.
Does the wanton butterfly
Long for her au.relia sleep,
Sicken of the sunlit sky,
Shrivel up her wings and creep
From the untasted rose's chalice,
Back into her chrysalis ?
Does she on the wing deplore
She can be a worm no more 1
The melodious, happy bee,
Will she backward ring her bell,
Grieving for a life so free,
Wishing back the narrow cell
Where a cloistered nun she lay,
Knowing not the night from day 1
Lithe and subtle serpents turning
Wheresoe'er they will,
Are they full of sad repining
That they cannot now be still,
Coiled in the maternal prison
Out of which they have arisen ?
Earth to earth, and dust to dust,
Ashes unto ashes must ;
Death precedeth birth.
Infant gladness
Ends in madness,
And from blackest roots of sadness
Rise the brightest flowers of mirth.
I am but the quiver, useless
When the bolts are shot ;
But the dangling mocking scabbard
Where the sword is not.
I am like a shattered bark
Flung high up upon the shore ;
Gone are streamers, sails, and mast,
Steering helm and labouring oar.
Eiver-joys, ye all are past;
I shall breast the Nile no more.
I was once a lamp of life,
Shining in upon the soul ;
But I was a lamp of clay :
Death and I had bitter strife ;
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He hath pierced the golden bowl,
And he sent my soul astray.
It is an immortal thing,
Far beyond his venomed sting,
But my life was his to win,
And I must the forfeit pay ;
So he poured the precious oil
Of my very life away.
If my soul should seek for me,
It would find me dark ;
In my leaking cup would see
Death the quencher's mark :
Angels could not light in me
Now the feeblest spark :
I am broken, empty, cold ;
Oil of life I could not hold.
Soul and body cannot mate,
Unless Life doth join their hands ;
And the fell divorcer sweareth
By the royal crown he weareth
And the awful sword he beareth,
That a king's are his commands.
" Soul and body, Life shall never,
" When my smiting sword doth sever,
" Join again in wedlock's bands."
I was once the trusted casket
Of a priceless, wondrous gem :
With closed lid
I kept it hid,
Till God wanted
It for his own diadem.
Unto Death He gave the key,
But he stayed not to unlock it ;
If the jewel were but free,
He, the fierce one, what cared he
For the casket, though he broke it?
Mortal throes and ciuel pangs
Tore me open with their fangs,
And God took the gem to set :
But to put his mark on me
Death did not forget
With his crushing, cruel heel,
He impressed on me his seal,
And on it these words were cut,
" When I open, none may shut
" Save the King, whose key I hear."
If that gem again from heaven
Were entrusted to my care,
I could not enfold and keep it
From the chill, corrupting air ;
Could not hide it out of sight
Of the peering prying light : —
Crushed and shattered, mean and vile,
I am fit only for the funeral pile.
I am not a harp whose strings
Wait but for the quivering wings
Of the breathing Spirit- wind
Over them its way to find,
Thrilling them with its fond greeting
Till they answer back .... repeating
Tone for tone ;
Adding others of their own.
All my chords are tangled, broken,
And their breaking is a token
That, if now the wind-like spirit
Should come longing back to me,
It would vainly try to elicit
Note or any melody.
Life once by me stood and wound
Each string to its sweetest sound, : >.**i£
But Death stole the winding key,
And it would be woe to me
If my soul from heaven should come
But to find me hushed and mute,
Soundless as a shattered drum,
Voiceless as an unblown flute,
Speechless as a tongueless bell,
Silent as an unstrung lute,
Dumber than a dead sea shell ;
I could not even as a lisper
Utter back the faintest whisper,
Were it but to say farewell.
Archangelic trumpet sounding,
Thou shalt wake us all ;
On the startled universe
Shall thy summons fall ;
And the sympathising planets
Shall obey thy call,
Weeping o'er their sinful sister,
Stretched beneath her funeral palL
Earth, thou wert baptized in light,
When the Spirit brooded o'er thee ;
Fair thou wert in God's own sight,
And a life of joy before thee ;
But thy day was turned to night,
And an awful change came o'er thee.
Then thou wert baptized again ;
In the avenging, cleansing flood,
Afterward for guilty men
Christ baptized thee with his blood ;
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Yet to efface the stain of crime
God shall light thy funeral pyre,
And the fourth and final time
Thou shalt be baptized with fire.
V. THE SLEEP.
Over the Necropolis and the land of Egypt,
the seasons and the centuries pass, producing
their changes in Nature, celestial and terres-
trial, and in all human history ; everywhere
there is the same unvarying alternation of Life
and Death ; and through all this monotony of
change the Dead sleep, awaiting with irrepres-
sible yearnings their Resurrection.
The shadow of the pyramids
Fled round before the sun :
By day it fled,
It onward sped ';
And when its daily task was done
The moon arose, and round the plain
The weary shadow fled again.
The sphinx looked east,
The sphinx looked west,
And north and south her shadow fell ;
How many times she sought for rest
And found it not, no tongue may tell.
But much it vexed the heart of greedy
Time
That neither rain nor snow, nor frost
nor hail,
Trouble the calm of the Egyptian clime ;
For these for him, like heavy iron
flail,
And wedge and saw, and biting tooth
and file,
Against the palaces of kings prevail,
And crumble down the loftiest pile,
And eat the ancient hills away,
And make the very mountains know
decay.
And sorely he would grudge, and much
would carp,
That he could never keep his polished
blade,
His mowing sickle keen and sharp,
For all the din and all the dust he
made.
He cursed the mummies that they would
not rot,
He cursed the paintings that they faded
not,
And swore to tumble Memnon from his
seat;
But, foiled awhile, to hide his great
defeat,
With his wide wings he blew the Libyan
sand
And hid from mortal eyes the glories of
the land.
Then he would hie away
With many a frown,
And whet his scythe
By grinding Babylons down ; 1
And chuckle blithe,
As, with his hands
Sifting the sands,
He meted in his glass
How centuries pass,
And say, " I think this dust doth tell
Whoever faileth, I work well."
*•«.»*
Round the great dial of the year
The seasons went and struck the quarters,
Whilst the swift months, like circling
hours,
Told the twelve changes by their chang-
ing flowers ;
And the great glaciers from the moun-
tain tops,
Where the bold chamois dare not climb,
Silently sliding down the slopes,
Marked the slow years upon the clock
of Time.
The burst of revelry was heard no more
Along the Nile ; nor near its reedy shore
The pleasant plashing of the dipping oar :
Nor cry of sailor unto sailor calling,
Nor music of the hammer on the anvil
falling,
Nor song of women singing in the sun,
Nor craftsmen merry when their work
is done :
The trumpet all was hushed, the harp
was still,
And ceased the hum of the revolving
mill:
The sound of solitude alone was there,
And solemn silence reigning everywhere.
The sun, the mighty alchymist,
With burning ardour daily kissed
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Earth's dusky bosom into gold :
And when at eve
He took his leave,
Again his eager lips grew bold,
And on her dark'ning brow and breast
His strange transmuting kiss impressed.
The moon ! she hath hermetic skill,
As nightly every shadow told ;
She cannot change all things to gold,
But she hath skill, and she hath will,
To turn to silver blackest hill
And deepest shade and darkest pile ;
And night by night,
The gloomy Kile,
A sea of light,
Smiled to her smile.
A million times, by days of men,
The earth her silver robes put off,
Only her golden train to doff
In shortest time again.
Link by link, and ring by ring,
Each day and night a link would bring :
The sun ! a ring, all golden-bright,
The moon ! a link, all silver white ;
And so the twain
Wove at the chain
Which they have woven all the way,
Since first was night, and first was day.
It girdleth round the earth, and then,
Swift passing from the abodes of men,
It all transcendeth human ken
To trace it back, it goes so far,
Up to the dawn of time,
Beyond the farthest star.
In the lost past
It hangeth fast,
Held by the hand of God ;
And angels, when they wish to know
How time is moving here below,
Come floating down on half-spread wings,
And see the steps our earth has trod,
By counting the alternate rings
That mark the day
And mark the night,
Since God said "Be"
And there was light.
The azure sky a garden lay,
In which at mid-day seed was sown ;
It peeped at eve, at twilight budded,
And, when the day had passed away,
The buds were burst, the leaves were
blown,
And starry flowers the midnight
studded :
Quick bloomed they there,
Too bright and fair
Not to be taken soon away :
Thick through the air
Rained they,
In blazing showers,
Their meteor-flowers,
And withered at the dawn of day.
They were not blotted from the sky !
They faded, but they did not die :
Each in its azure-curtained bed
In stillest slumber slept ;
Whilst, glancing far,
The evening star
A wakeful vigil kept,
Till, when the setting sun withdrew,
The appointed sign was given,
And each grew up and bloomed anew,
And glorified the face of heaven.
Swift comets fled across the sky,
Like murderers from the wrath of God,
With frenzied look, and fiery eye
(For swift behind the avenger trod),
And long, dishevelled, trailing hair,
Seeking in vain to find a lair,
Where they could hide their great de-
spair.
They sought the very bounds of space,
But dared not for a moment stay ;
The dread Avenger's awful face
Waited before them on the way : .
They turned, their footsteps to retrace ;
They thought they flagged not in the race,
But shuddered as a mighty force,
Which none could see, but all could
feel,
Checking their wild eccentric course,
Bade them in lesser circles wheel :
The judgment had gone forth that they
Should feed the burning sun :
They felt that vengeance had begun
Which, though it suffered long delay,
Would sternly smite and surely slay
When their appointed race was run.
And some there were of gentler sort,
With slower step, of lowlier port,
With smoother locks and calmer eye,
Who, shooting by the startled sky,
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Or gleaming through the midday blue,
On errands sent which no one knew,
Came — none knew whence ; went — none
knew where,
The gipsies of the upper air.
So whirled those stars, whilst worlds of
men
Died ere the time of their returning ;
Yet they failed not to come again,
"With unquenched tresses fiercely burn-
ing,
And, round a smaller area turning,
Flew like doomed things to meet
the ire
That gave them to eternal fire.
And, as they left the sleeping pair,
They found them still at each return-
ing
Down in the darkness, keeping there
An everlasting mourning.
They would have thought the baleful
light
Of comets a delightful sight,
And joyed to gaze up at their hair,
Waving malignant in the air.
But not the faintest flickering gleam
Of all their blinding glare,
Not one adventurous errant beam,
Could grope its way adown the stair
That led to their sepulchral room,
Or find a chink within their tomb,
By which to show to spell-bound eyes
The terrors of the midnight skies.
The ibis gravely stalking
As a self-appointed warden,
Through every valley walking,
Went through and through the gar-
den;
And with his curved bill,
Like a reaper's sickle hook,
On every noxious thing
A speedy vengeance took.
White pelicans came sailing
Like galleys down the stream ;
And the peacock raised the wailing
Of his melancholy scream,
From the lofty temple-summits
Where he loved to take his stand,
As if to catch a glimpse
Of his far-distant land.
And the sober matron geese,
Now swimming and now wading,
Now paddling in the mud,
And now on shore parading,
Moved, discoursing to each' other
With their mellow trumpet- voices,
Each with native music telling
Of a creature that rejoices ;
Till some leader's shrillest signal,
As of sudden foe invading,
Stopped the babble of their tongues,
And their careless promenading,
And they rose in steady phalanx
Unfurling in the air,
Like the banners of an army
When they hear the trumpet's blare;
And now they kept together
Like a fleet of ships at sea,
When they fear not stormy weather
Or foe from whom to flee ;
And then they scattered far and wide,
Like ships before a gale,
When naked masts stand up on deck
With scarce a single sail ;
And now their phalanx like a wedge
Went cleaving through the air,
And then it was a hollow ring,
And then a hollow square.
So ! free through sea, and earth, and
sky,
With web, and foot, and wing,
They lowly walked, or soared on high,
And none disturbed their travelling.
They wandered at their own wild will
Till daylight died and all was still,
And then a summons clear and shrill
Led them all back with weary wing,
To rest in peace
Till night should cease,
Lulled by the Nile's low murmuring ;
And in the garden's ample ground
They each a welcome haven found. ?roH
The garden was all full of life,
All filled with living things ;
Life in the earth and air,
On bird and insect wings ;
Life swimming in the river,
Life walking on the land.
The life of eye arid ear,
And heart, and brain, and hand.
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Life ! in the lichen sleeping,
Life ! in the moss half-waking,
A drowsy vigil keeping ;
Life ! in the green tree taking
Its free course as a river ;
Life, making each nerve quiver
In the eagle upward soaring ;
Life, flowing on for ever,
Its waters ever pouring
Into that grave of death, which we
Count as an all-devouring sea ;
Dark are its depths, but they cannot retain
Aught that was living ; it will not re-
main :
Down in the darkness it hateth to stay ;
Upward it riseth, and cleaveth its way
Out of Death's midnight into Life's day.
Fire from God's altar rekindleth its
flame,
Effaceth Death's mark and removeth
his stain,
Clothes it afresh and changeth its name,
Nerves it anew to pleasure and pain,
And sendeth it back to the place whence
it came : —
Thither it speeds and returneth again,
Like the wave of the lake
And the foam of the river,
Which as clouds from the sea
The sun doth dissever.
He bathes them in glory,
He clothes them in light,
He weaves for them garments of every
hue :
They tire of the glory,
They steal from his sight,
They drop on the earth as invisible dew.
They return to the lake,
They revisit the river,
Like arrows shot up
Which come back to their quiver.
As the cloud was the sea, •
And the sea was the cloud,
So the cradle of Life
Is wrapped in Death's shroud.
The Life cometh down
As the rain comes from heaven ;
To flow is its law ;
To Death it is given.
The Life riseth up
As a cloud from. Death's sea ;
It changeth its robe,
From decay it is free ;
It mocketh at Death,
It breaketh his chain ;
And the clouds in the sky ,
Come after the rain.
Life's a spender,
Death's a keeper;
Life's a watcher,
Death's a sleeper ;
Life s a sower,
Death's a reaper ;
Life's a laugher,
Death's a weeper ;
Life's an ever-flowing river,
Death's an ever-filling sexa ;
Death is shackled,
Life is free ;
Death is darkness,
Life is light ;
Death is blindness,
Life is sight;
Life is fragrant,
Death is noisome ;
Death is woeful,
Life is joy some ;
Life is music,
Death is soundless ;
Death is bounded,
Life is boundless ;
Death is lowly,
Life hath pride ;
Death's a bridegroom,
Life's the bride ;
Death's the winter,
Life's the spring ;
Life's a queen,
But Death's a king ;
Life's a blossom,
Death's its root ;
Death's a seed,
And life's its fruit ;
Death is sown,
And life upsprings ;
Death hath fetters,
Life hath wings.
So in endless iteration,
Through the long protracted ages>
Eose their wailing alternation ;
Like the murmur that presages
Eising tempests, ere their fullest
fury rages,
Eose and fell
Its plaintive swell,
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Like the mourning one doth hear,
Listening with attentive ear
To the sighing of a shell,
Orphaned from its mother sea,
Where it longs again to dwell,
Weary of its liberty.
So they panted for the light ;
Yearned for the living day,
Sick of silence, tired of darkness,
Chafing at the long delay ;
Till, when thrice a thousand years
Drearily had passed away,
Hope and faith fled with them too,
And they ceased to pray.
No one seemed to love or heed them,
And in dull despair they waited,
To a hopeless bondage fated,
Till the Archangel's voice should bid
them
Rise upon the Judgment Day.
[Here the Author's MS. ends — the intended
final part, to be called the " Awaking," never
having been written.]
POET'S COENEE; OE AX ENGLISH WEITEE'S TOMB.
BY CHARLES ALLSTON COLLINS.
" Died, at his lodgings in Bond Street, the Rev. Mr. Sterne."
THE first shadows of a dreary and sun-
less evening in May were preparing to
descend upon the earth ; the wind was
blowing from the east ; the bells were
just beginning to toll for a Thursday
evening lecture ; and Messieurs Ma-
thews and Fudge were sitting at an
enormous dining-table in the house of
the first named of these gentlemen, and
were drinking their wine in silence and
depression.
And why in depression ? Who knows 1
Who will ever know the reasons that
account for that mysterious ebb and
flow in the animal spirits which we feel
but cannot explain 1 A change in the
wind, in the moon, a rise or fall of the
quicksilver in the weather-glass, the
number of sovereigns in your pocket —
all these things will affect you. So will
the sights and sounds about you, the
locality in which you find yourself, the
dress you have on. The influence of a
dress-coat upon the mind, sometimes for
good, sometimes for evil, is a subject on
which treatises might be written ; and
as to that of places, the present writer
would have but a poor opinion of that
man whose spirits did not sink when he
had crossed the Thames and found him-
self in the Waterloo Eoad, or who could
retain any gaiety of soul in the purlieus
of Pentonville.
But our two friends were neither in
the Waterloo Eoad nor in Pentonville.
They had dined well. There was plenty
of good wine before them. The almond
and the raisin were there to flank the
juice of the grape. The date of Tafilat
itself, and the well-known plum of
France, were not unrepresented. Whence,
then, this gloom, and why especially is
the brow of Mr. Fudge clouded as with
the umbrage of a nascent desperation 1
Who can tell ? Haply these gentlemen
began their dinners too cheerfully, and
have now run themselves out. Haply
Mr. Mathews is haunted by the thought
that he has made a mistake in com-
mencing his meal with crab salad, and
ending it with stewed cheese, and that
for a dyspeptic man this is a bad look-
out. Haply Mr. Fudge is reminded by
a little monitor within him (who is for
ever suggesting to him pleasant subjects
for thought) that he has got to pay two
hundred pounds away next October, and
that he has only saved up two hundred
shillings towards it in that present
month of May. Perhaps, again, these
gentlemen are both affected by having
dined an hour too early (for there is no
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mind so well-regulated as not to feel
the ill effects of a five o'clock dinner) ;
or, possibly, the sound of the bell be-
fore alluded to may have a share in
the despondency which has settled down
upon them.
At all events, it is so. Mr. Mathews
leans his head "upon his hand, and his
elbow upon the table, and fixing his
eyes upon the ceiling, merely says at
intervals, "Help yourself;" and Mr.
Fudge does help himself, and with every
fresh glass gets so additionally unhappy,
that at last he pushes away the decanter,
and says, in the tone of a man lashed
up to some tremendous course, " I'll tell
you what, Mathews, this will not DO."
" It will NOT do," shouted Mr. Ma-
thews, echoing his friend's words with
a variation in the emphasis, and smiting
the table with his fist ; " but the ques-
tion is, what will do 1 "
" We must go out," said Mr. Fudge.
" We must," replied his compliant
host.
" Where shall we go 1 " was the next
question. It emanated from the lips of
Mr. Fudge.
"What do you say to the Park?"
inquired Mathews ; " there is a cheerful
(and wholesome) walk by the Serpen-
tine."
" I don't want a cheerful walk," said
Mr. Fudge.
" Gracious heavens ! what do you
want, then ! " cried his companion, with
alarm depicted in his countenance.
" I want a gloomy walk," was the
awful reply.
A. long pause succeeded this tremen-
dous announcement, and then it was
that Mr. Mathews, after gazing steadily
for some seconds at his friend in silence,
performed the following manoeuvres.
He rose slowly from his chair, drawing,
as he did so, a bunch of keys from his
pocket, with a subdued and reverent
jingle; then he advanced with measured
steps towards a very old cabinet, or
carved press, which stood in the corner
of the room, and which seemed to have
got into a dark nook behind the curtains,
that it might end its days quietly in the
shade. Having tried every one of his
keys in the lock of this venerable piece
of furniture, and having found the
seventeenth (and last) upon the bunch
to answer his purpose, Mr. Mathews
opened, with great caution, one door of
the cabinet, and disclosed to view several
rows of books, not one of which was
less than half a century old, and some
of them much more. Mr. Mathews
selected one volume from among these,
and, having blown the dust from off the
top of the leaves, returned with it, still
very solemnly and slowly, and still in
profound silence, and, seating himself,
placed the book upon the table, and
spread it open with his hands.
It was then that Mr. Fudge, who was
burning with curiosity to know what all
this meant, looking at the title-page from
where he sat, and reading it upside
down, made out first the word " Tris-
tram," and then, as Mr. Mathews turned
over the leaf, he supplied the dissyllable
" Shandy " from his imagination, and
determined that the book which had
been taken down with such ceremony
from the old bookcase was no other than
" Tristram Shandy." We have said that
Mr. Mathews turned over a leaf. Having
done this he paused, and his companion
saw, still upside down, " Biographical
Notice of the Author." Having spelt
this out, he next observed that Mr.
Mathews turned over two more leaves,
and that the Biographical Notice must
be a very short one, for at the bottom
of the third page it came to an end.
He had just noticed these matters, and
was wondering what was to come next,
and what all this had to db with the
proposed walk, when Mr. Mathews,
clearing his throat in a prefatory man-
ner, began, without a word of explana-
tion, to read the following sentence : —
" Mr. Sterne died as he lived, the
same indifferent careless creature ; as, a
day or two before his death, he seemed
not in the least affected by his approach-
ing dissolution. He Avas buried pri-
vately in a new burying-ground belong-
ing to the parish of St. George's, Hanover
Square, at twelve o'clock at noon, at-
tended only by two gentlemen in a
mourning coach, no bell tolling. His
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death was announced in the news-
papers of March 22, 1768, by the
following paragraph : —
" ' Died at his lodgings in Bond-
street, the Rev. Mr. Sterne.5 "
The profound silence which followed
the reading of this quotation, and which
lasted till the clock upon the chimney-
piece had ticked away two minutes of
life, as if it tried to stop each cog of the
wheels as it passed, and failing to arrest
them noted every one that broke away
in its resistless strength with an excla-
mation of sorrow — this silence was at
length interrupted by the voice of Mr.
Mathews.
" We will go there," he said.
"Go, where? " asked Mr. Fudge.
"To ' the new burial-ground belonging
to the parish of St. George's, Hanover-
Square,' " was Mr. MatheVs answer.
" Where is it 1 " again inquired the
startled Fudge.
" In the Bayswater Road," said Mr.
Mathews ; " you wanted a gloomy walk,
and — you shall have it."
It was a gray and cheerless evening,
and the month, as has been said, was the
month of May. The sun should always
come out in the evening whatever the
day has been. However well you may
get through a cloudy day, you will al-
ways feel the influence of a dull evening
upon your spirits. I think there is no
person who fails to notice and to regret
it. It is like a, gloomy old age. But then
it was May, and is there any person
living who believes in that treacherous
month ? To the present writer there is
something heartless and cold even in its
brightest sunshine.
There was, however, no sunshine,
heartless or otherwise, on the particular
evening with which we are at present
occupied. The wind, too, was blowing
from the east. Not a bracing invigo-
rating breeze that brought the colour to
your cheek. Not even a hurricane such
as you get in March, and which it is
some excitement to straggle against.
No, it was a stealthy creeping sinister
wind, that made people look like the
evening, pale and cloudy ; a wind that
did not content itself with puffing up
against you and then passing on as a
well conditioned wind should, but, on
the contrary, a wind that found out all
the weak points of your attire; a wind
that crept in and stuck to you, and
stealing in among your ribs remained
there ; a wind that in its sulky chill was
not even glad when it had gained its
object, but was just as dull and spirit-
less when it had given you cold, as it
was before. Out upon such a wind as
that !
A long brick building — not red brick ;
that would have been too hilarious — a
building that looked something between
a dwarfish factory and a gigantic coach-
house, with a slight touch of the work-
house, and just a hint of the conventicle,
imparted by the belfry which contained
the bell which did not ring for Mr.
Sterne's funeral. Such an edifice as
this, set back from the road in an in-
closed space, and with a knocker on its
huge central door, was just the kind of
building to tell to advantage on such an
evening as has just been described. It
stands in the Bayswater Road, about a
quarter of a mile west from Tyburn-
gate. It gives admission to the burying-
ground belonging to the parish of St.
George's, Hanover-Square, and before its
gloomy gates the two friends, whose
footsteps we are following, arrested their
course. The sight of this melancholy
structure might, one would have thought,
have daunted them and deterred them
from pursuing their pilgrimage farther.
We have, indeed, the best reason to
know that the younger of the two gentle-
men, Mr. David Fudge to wit, was
daunted; and we have cause to believe
that he woidd have turned and fled at
once had he not been stimulated and
kept up by the example of his com-
panion, the courageous Mr. Mathews,
a gentleman who is such an inveterate
sight-seer, and who, in the pursuit of
his antiquarian researches, is so com-
pletely a stranger to fear, that he would
make nothing of knocking at the door
of a house in St. James's Square and
requesting admission if he thought that
Sir Joshua Reynolds had ever supped
in the back dining-room.
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Mr. Mathews, then, strong in his
determination to discover the tonib of
his favourite author, undaunted by the
forbidding aspect of the chapel that
looked like a coach-house, or by the
observant gaze of two London boys
who, remaining outside the iron-railings,
watched the proceedings of the two
gentlemen with eager curiosity — Mr.
Mathews, undismayed by these matters,
advanced along the inclosed space with
a confident step, closely imitated by his
companion, and, as he knocked at the
door of the chapel — fancy knocking at
the door of a burying-ground — was en-
couraged by the two London boys from
without with the comfortable assurance
that " he'd be safe to find 'em at home."
An allusion, it may be supposed, to the
occupants of the graves at the back !
This appeal to the knocker was in-
stantly responded to by a tall man in
a dress coat, and drab trousers, who
admitted without question the two
gentlemen whose fortunes we are follow-
ing, and, closing the door behind them,
shut out the Bayswater Road, the two
London boys, and the view of Hyde
Park, as rapidly as if the place had been
in a state of siege, or as if he thought
Messieurs Mathews and Fudge had
come to be buried, and might repent
and go away if they were not humoured
at once.
He was a meek and subdued personage,
this tall man in the swallow-tailed coat,
and the drab trousers; -he was also a
polite man and a pale. One whole wing
of the building into which our two
friends were now admitted was allotted
to him for a dwelling house, while the
other was devoted to a chapel for the
dead, a dreadful place, whose walls had
never echoed any other sounds than the
hollow bumping of coffins, the shuffling
of feet, and the words of the funeral
service. What a place for a tall thin
man to live in — a tall thin man in a
swallow-tailed coat !
The influence of this ghostly building
upon the sensitive nerves of Mr. Fudge
was such, that he conveyed to his friend
a whispered suggestion, that he thought
it would be better that they should come
again on another and a sunnier day.
Mr. Mathews, however, would not hear
of this. That heroic man betrayed his
emotion by nothing but a slight pallor
and a nervous cough, indulged in in a
secret manner behind the tips of his
fingers. The tall man seemed to have a
respect for Mr. Mathews, and inquired
without waiting to hear what was the
object of his visit, whether he had come
to see the grave of Sir Thomas Picton,
or that of Mrs. Eadcliffe the Authoress,
or —
" That of Lawrence Sterne," said Mr.
Mathews, interrupting him.
The tall man bowed, and retired into
his private apartments to fetch his hat.
Mr. Fudge, looking into the room after
him, observed a vast chamber, bare of
all furniture, except one wooden chair
and a deal table, on which was a black
tea-tray with a black tea-pot upon it, a
yellow cup and saucer, a half-quartern
loaf, and a knife with a black handle.
" I shall never get over this," whisper-
ed Mr. Fudge to his companion,
The burying-ground, into which our
friends were conducted by the tall man
in the dress coat, was an unhappy
specimen of its class. Without one
beautiful monument, without one feature
in its larger aspect to diminish the
horror that death inspires, or one at-
tempt to give a hopeful look to that
which without hope must not be thought
of, stretched out in grim and ghastly
fact, a piece of ground in whose sodden
trenches the dead are packed in rows,
hemmed in all rpund by houses whose
inhabitants have used the place as a
dust-hole into which to fling their offal,
this grave-yard spreads its broad expanse
of tombs, a sight to make a good man
shudder, and a saint afraid to die.
In this desolate place the neglected
paths had got, from long disuse, to be
so choked with the rank growth that
had accumulated upon them, as to be
only distinguishable in those parts where
the gravel happening to be composed of
larger and heavier stones offered greater
resistance to the upward springing of
the weeds. Our two friends had, how-
ever, little to do with such pathways,
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for their conductor led them, across the
burying-ground in a diagonal line,
stepping from grave to grave with his
long thin legs, and preceding them with
a tremulous stride.
Across the graves, and winding in and
out among ricketty tombstones, some of
which had fallen to one side, and wore
a waggish look, while some leant help-
lessly back or tipsily forward, having
cracked the ground open with their
weight, and made it gape to such a
width and depth,, that Mr. Fudge was
afraid to look into the chasm, lest he
should see some sight of horror — across
the graves, and passing by unheeded
these mute appeals which pressed upon
their notice the virtues of the dead, —
across- the graves, dipping down into
little valleys, where the ground had sunk
as with the collapse of some bulk that
lay beneath (perhaps it had), mounting
up as some more substantial heap came
in their way, and nearly tumbling head-
long once, where a half-finished grave,
left incomplete for years, yawned sud-
denly beneath their feet, — why a half-
finished grave 1 — Had ithe man come to
life again for whom it was begun, or had
the sexton lit upon something that told
him he must dig no further 1 — across
the graves, and among such places as we
have described, the pale man led the
way to the extremity of this grim
cemetery where it is bounded by its
western wall, and, stopping before a
shabby head-stone of the common kind
stuck upright in the earth, informed
Mr. Mathews, to whom he directed all
his remarks, that the object of his
visit was there before him, and that
this was the monument of Lawrence
Sterne !
It has been said above that this
burying-ground was surrounded on all
sides by houses, the inhabitants of which
had regarded the vacant space appropri-
ated to the dead, as a convenient place
into which to fling the rubbish that
encumbered them. Now this poor grave-
stone of Mr. Sterne's being so near the
wall, it happened that plenty of such
refuse had accumulated around and about
it, giving to this corner a more shameful
aspect than perhaps to any other part of
this most sordid cemetery. Yes, there lay
the remains of this luxurious gentleman,
among fragments of broken bottles, old
tin pots, among egg-shells, and oyster-
shells, and every valueless, decaying
form of rotten, useless garbage that could
be collected to make this place detest-
able. Beneath all this there lay the
bones of that keen and witty face, the
dust of that lean and pampered body.
It was very shocking. There might not
be much to like in this man; perhaps
there was nothing but his genius to
admire in him ; but still this was very
dreadful. A common paltry head-stone
with a wretched vulgar inscription put
up by two strangers (free-masons), and
even this not certainly above the grave
where the unfortunate gentleman lay;
for it merely stated that his remains
were buried " near this place," and left
it to be inferred that the grave had been
for some time left without any mark at
all, so that when the stone was raised
at last, it had become difficult to know
(to a yard or two) where to put it !
The effect of this termination to their
expedition upon the minds of the two
gentlemen, who had come to this grave-
yard in expectation of finding something
so utterly different, was a very marked
one. It showed itself in a long, long
silence, and when this was at length
broken the two friends spoke at first in
an under tone little above a whisper.
The tall man stood by at a little distance,
slowly rubbing his hands in a depre-
catory manner, which seemed to say,
"Yes ; I know that this is not satisfactory,
but it is not my fault, gentlemen — is
it?"
"And so," said Mr. Mathews at
length, in a hoarse whisper, "and so
the fashionable people, who could send
eight or ten invitations a day to the
great man who is buried in this hole,
cared, in reality, so little about him that
they could not manage among them to
erect a decent monument to his memory,
to follow him to the grave in decent
numbers, or to pay the bell-ringers to
toll the bell for a decent number of
minutes."
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" It is pretty obvious that they asked
him simply because he amused them,
and that he left neither respect nor love
behind him," said Mr. Fudge.
"I can fancy," Mr. Mathews went
on to say, "the small amount of sensa-
tion made at the time by his death. I
can fancy some man coming to announce
it to an assembly of wits and belles of
the period, saying,
" ' I hear that the ingenious Mr.
Sterne hath departed this life.'
" ' And left a plentiful crop of debts
behind him/ says Lady Betty.
" ' They do tell me/ continues the first
speaker, ' that there is not wherewithal
to pay for his funeral, or the rent of his
lodgings in Bond Street.'
" ' He was, indeed, shamefully ex-
travagant and selfish/ says somebody
else.
" ' And little mindful of his duties as
a clergyman/ puts^in another."
"And then I can fancy," continued
the imaginative Mr. Mathews ; "I can
fancy a certain just and merciful
personage who has been sitting by, and
who all this time has been swaying his
body backwards and forwards, and
making many uncouth sounds as if
about to speak. I can imagine his
bursting out at last : —
" ' Sir, sir, let us hear no more of
this. This disparagement of the dead
is mighty offensive.' "
The tall man in the dress coat, who
has drawn nearer when. Mr. Mathews
began to speak, seems vastly interested
in this imaginary dialogue,, which was
given latterly in a loud key. He is
evidently much disappointed at Mr.
Mathews' next remark.
" This is very shocking," says that
gentleman. " Let us go."
"By all means," answers Mr. Fudge,
with astonishing alacrity.
The tall man is evidently sorry to
lose these two gentlemen, and to be left
to the deadly solitude in which he lives.
He presses other graves upon their
attention, is liberal in his offer of in-
teresting epitaphs, and will, especially,
scarcely take "no" for an answer in
the matter of Sir Thomas Picton. But
it is getting dark, and Mr. Fudge is
especially resolved on flight. They
reach once more the chapel which looks
like a coach-house, and Mr. Fudge has
his hand upon the lock to let himself
out, when the tall man makes a last
attempt. "The monument of Mrs.
Radcliffe," he says, or rather sighs in
the distance.
" No," shudders Mr. Fudge, who has
by this time rushed into the Bayswater
Road. " No — an east wind — the even-
ing closing in — nearly dark — a tall thin
man in a swallow-tailed coat — a burying
ground — and the tomb of Ann Radcliffe
— these things taken all together would
be more than mortal nerves could stand."
A curious circumstance in connexion
with the subject of the foregoing paper
has just been brought before the notice
of the writer. In the life of Edmond
Malone, by Sir James Prior, which has
recently appeared, there occurs the
following paragraph, bearing reference
to Lawrence Sterne : —
" He was buried in a grave-yard near
'Tyburn, belonging to the parish of
'Marylebone, and the corpse, being
'marked by some of the resurrection
' men (as they are called), was taken up
'soon afterward, and carried to an
'anatomy professor of Cambridge. A
'gentleman who was present at the
' dissection, told me he recognised
' Sterne's face the moment he saw the
'body."
It would surely be very interesting
if any light could be thrown on this
mysterious affair. The body of the un-
fortunate Mr. Sterne was but a poor
prize for purposes of dissection. He
speaks of his spider legs himself, and
the portrait and description of him give
one the idea of a lean and emaciated
presence. Can any one tell who was
this anatomy professor of Cambridge,
who had so ardent a desire to examine
Sterne's remains that he employed re-
surrection men to exhume the deceased
gentleman's body 1 Is there any one at
Cambridge who could afford informa-
tion on this subject? It must at least
be possible to find out who were the
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anatomy professors at the University
in the year of Sterne's decease.
It would, indeed, be a curious thing,
if the information contained in the
above-quoted paragraph should really
prove to be true ; and it would add one
more ghastly element to the already
melancholy tale of Sterne's death and
burial, if we should ascertain that the
body which was deposited in the grave
with so small an amount of ceremonial,
was not even allowed to rest there, but
was handed over to the surgeons after
all
THE BOUNDARIES OF SCIENCE.
A DIALOGUE.
Philocalos. Philalethes.
Philoc. So, Philalethes, it is true that
you are a convert to this new theory !
You are a believer in a doctrine
which makes the struggle of a selfish
competition the sole agency in nature —
which, taking one of the most unfor-
tunate, if inevitable, results of an old
civilization, transfers it to that world
where we hoped to find a beauty and
order to which civilization has not yet
attained ! Poets have spoken of the face
of nature as serene and tranquil; you
paint it scarred by conflict and furrowed
by sordid care ! You turn the pure
stream where we have been accustomed
to find the reflection of heaven, into a
turbid current where we can perceive
nothing but the dark hues of earth !
Philal. If I did not happen to know
what book you had been reading, my
dear Philocalos, I should have some
difficulty in guessing your meaning.
Not that you can have read much of
any book so widely removed from all
your subjects of interest.
Philoc. That a man feels but slight
interest in tracing the ramifications of
science is no proof that he may not
wish to ascend to the fountain head. I
confess, however, that I did not read
the whole book, — that I did not master
all the details, but I made out quite
enough of the scope of each chapter to
leave little room for doubt as to the
general purport of the whole work.
And have I misrepresented it in what I
said just now ?
Philal. That may admit of question ;
it is not a theory which can be fairly
judged from a single point of view.
But if I, looking at the theory in a
different light, learn from it to regard
the strife which unquestionably exists
in nature as the fire in which her master-
pieces are to be tested, her failures
destroyed, will you deny that this is
also a fair version of the author's
doctrine ?
Philoc. I should not need to do so in
order to justify my horror of such a
creed. For, Philalethes, on this hypo-
thesis, selfishness and progress are in-
separably linked. Every self-sacrificing
impulse, every generous care for the
sick or infirm, every pause in the selfish
struggle for ascendancy, are so many
drags on the wheels of progress ; and if
that day ever arrives on earth when the
love of self shall be swallowed up in
wider and deeper love, — then those
wheels will be finally arrested. The
death of selfishness will be the barrier
beyond which the human race will
remain for ever stationary.
Philal. You overlook considerations
which materially interfere with the
operation of the principle in regard to
man.
Philoc. I am astonished at such hesi-
tation in one of your logical mind !
What does the theory make of man but
a superior vertebrate animal ?
Philal. Do you not see that a discus-
sion concerning the tools of the builder
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affords no legitimate inference as to
the plan of the architect 1 — that an
examination of the workshop of nature
includes no notice of the models which
have been set before her to copy 1
Philoc. The workshop of nature ! Is
that the quarter to which we should
look for the origin of man 1
Philal. The very point I am so
anxious to impress upon you. I look
to the plan of the architect for the
origin of a house, not to the tools of the
builder.
Philoc. Are we then twice removed
from our Creator1? Is creation so analo-
gous to the laborious efforts of man 1
Philal. Let me answer you in the
words of Bacon : " For as in civil actions
' he is the greater and deeper politique
' that can make other men the instru-
' ments of his will and ends, and yet '
' never acquaint them with his purpose,
. . so is the wisdom of God more
' admirable when nature intendeth one
' thing, and Providence draweth forth
' another, than if He had communicated
' to particular creatures and motions
' the characters and impressions of His
' providence.
Philoc. But, tell me, how does your
view of the theory admit of the excep-
tion which you claim for the case of
man1?
Philal. Because I believe it to be
part of the plan of man laid down by
the great Architect, that there should be
that within him which, holding commu-
nion with the supernatural, raises him
above the influence of mere natural
powers.
Philoc. And does not that very fact
supply a confutation of the theory?
Nature, working by a system of anta-
gonistic influences, produces an agent
whose highest glory it is to set those
influences at defiance. The typical
man — the highest ideal of manhood —
acts upon motives not only different
from, but utterly opposed to those
which have made him what he is.
Must there not be some flaw in the
premisses from which such a conclusion
may be derived ?
Philal. I see no reductio ad absur-
dum in your inference. In crossing the
barrier which separates matter from
spirit, you introduce a new element, to
which the former grounds of reasoning
will no longer apply.
Philoc. But is it true that the theory
of natural selection does apply to mate-
rial creation alone ? It professes, at
least, to account for instinct ; and it
must be admitted that instinct and
reason blend insensibly into each other.
How then is it possible to draw any line
which shall cut off man from the influ-
ences which have been omnipotent over
his ancestors ?
Philal. My dear Philocalos, I am far
from asserting that that objection is un-
important ; but I want you to feel that, in
making it, you are transplanting the dis-
cussion to a region where the author of
the hypothesis is not bound to follow
you. All that he is bound to do, is to
show that his hypothesis supplies an
adequate explanation of all facts lying
within the science which it professes to
explain. For him to adjust it to other
views of truth, would be as if the maker
of this microscope had endeavoured to
contrive such a combination of lenses
as should allow of its being used, under
certain circumstances, as a telescope.
We may rest assured that, in the one
case, our knowledge of the stars and the
infusoria would suffer equally ; and in
the other, that we should have a medley
of very poor moral philosophy, and very
poor natural science.
Philoc. Without being prepared with
a logical reply to such a vindication, I
must confess that kind of argument is
always unsatisfactory to me. It seems
to me like saying that a certain proposi-
tion may be true in one language and
not in another; surely, Truth is one
harmonious whole.
Philal. Your objection is one with
which I have the greatest sympathy.
No doubt all the lines of Truth converge,
but it is at too small an angle, and too
vast a distance, for us to be able in all
cases to perceive the tendency to unite.
Moreover, it is the indispensable requi-
site of the man of science — not that
he should ignore or forget this com-
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munity of direction in all the clues
of Truth — but that he renounce any
attempt at making his own investiga-
tions subordinate to the proof of that
conclusion. I do not decide whether
such a subject is capable of proof; I
only say that, when the student of
physical science undertakes it, he is
renouncing his own proper study as
effectually as the pilot who should
attempt to decide on the most favour-
able market for the goods with which
his vessel is freighted. I must repeat
in another form what I said just now.
You know it is a law of physiology
that, as any, animal ascends in the scale
of being, all its organs become more and
more specialized to their peculiar func-
tions. Thus, the four hands of the
monkey are used indifferently as organs
of prehension or locomotion, while in
man, at the summit of the scale, each
function has its proper organ exclusively
appropriated to it. Now this fact is the
expression of a law which is universal
No machine which is adapted to two
purposes will fulfil either of them so
perfectly as one which should be con-
structed solely with a view to that one.
No man who combines the professions
of a lawyer and a physician will make
so able a lawyer, so skilful a physician,
as one who should have devoted his life
to the study of either profession. And
science, believe me, is not less exacting
than physic or law. The researches of
the man of science must not be cramped
by fears of trespassing on the entangled
boundary of a neighbouring domain.
If he allow his course to be broken by
claims on behalf of a superior authority
to exclusive occupancy of the ground,
not only will the powers be distracted
which, when in perfect harmony, are not
more than adequate to the work before
them — not only will his step be feeble
and uncertain on his own special pro-
vince, but his conviction of the har-
mony of the creation will be destroyed ;
the suspicion, fatal to all science, will be
forced upon him, that truth can ever be
inconsistent with truth.
Philoc. Of course, truth can never be
inconsistent with truth, but a partial
view of truth may be inconsistent with
the whole. The statement of one fact,
apart from others, may give as false an
impression as the sense of sight might
give of the external world, if it could
not be corrected by that of touch.
Philal. But you do not, therefore,
attempt to make the eye the medium of
touch. You do not suppose there can be
such a thing as an excess of sight. The
impressions of the external world are
truest when all the senses are in their
fullest exercise, and, even if some are
absent or feeble, you gain nothing by
diminishing the rest. I do not cease to
see that round table oblong when I look
at it obliquely, by becoming short-
sighted.
Philoc. What I cannot agree to, is that
parcelling-out of truth into divisions,
between which no communication is
possible; least of all, when the instance
is one which concerns the nature . of
man. That any ingenuous mind should
deny an antagonism between his spiritual
nature and any hypothesis which ignores
his distinct creation — this I cannot
readily believe.
Philal. There is an antagonism, I
believe, in all the views of man's spi-
ritual and physical nature. Let me
illustrate what I mean by a fact of my
own experience.
I have often thought, as I stood
beside a death-bed — still more, when
I was consulted by a patient for whom
I foresaw that death-bed within the space
of a few months — how strange is the
opposition between the spiritual and
bodily life of man. I see a fellow-
creature on the point of being submitted
to the most momentous change, but
wholly ignorant of the brief period still
allowed for preparation. To me, the
contracted limits of the course by which
my patient is separated from the great
ordeal is matter of absolute certainty.
And yet that knowledge, which for
myself I should desire above many
added years of life, I must not only
not communicate to the one so deeply
interested, but (within the limit of
actual deception) studiously withhold.
I have undertaken to give advice with
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reference to bodily health, and I feel,
as I suppose you would feel in my
place, no hesitation as to the neglect of
any consideration, however superior in
intrinsic importance, calculated to inter-
fere with the object concerning which
my advice is sought.
Philoc. No doubt you are called in as
a physician, and you must not, as an
honest man, act as a priest.
Philal. You have expressed in a few
words the substance of what I have
been urging all along. You cannot,
then, ask of the physician, in a larger
sense, to act otherwise than as a phy-
sician 1
Philoc. If, only, he does not forget
that the priest has his appointed part
also !
Philal. There is the danger of my pro-
fession, and still more that of my fellow-
students. I do not underrate it. But,
just as I am certain that, in a world of
order and law, it must be better for the
whole being of man that one class
should attend exclusively to his physical
sufferings, so I believe that it is advan-
tageous to truth, that one set of thinkers
should attend exclusively to physical
truths.
Philoc. Oh, Philalethes, I cannot
answer such arguments otherwise than
by the protest of my whole nature ! If
the study of the creation is to lead us
away from the Creator ; if the observa-
tion of law obliterates the view of the
Lawgiver ; if "ex majore lumine na-
" turae et reseratione viarum sensus
" aliquid incredulitatis et noctis animis
"nostris erga divina mysteria oboria-
" tur ;" then, I can only say, the sooner
that study is abandoned, the sooner that
path is closed, the better.
Philal. A danger which I and my
fellow-students cannot contemplate too
anxiously ! But for you, and men of
your tastes and interests, it is needful to
look to the other side of the question.
You, who look at nature simply for the
beauty of nature, have you ever reflected
what a different world you would in-
habit but for the labours of the man of
science 1 I am not, of course, speaking
of material advantage. But take the
No. 8. — VOL. u.
oldest and most complete of the sciences
— astronomy, and compare the objects
which every night presents to our eyes,
as seen with and without its illumination.
What were they to the eye of the wisest
man of antiquity? Read the descrip-
tion of the eight whorls of the distaff
of the universe, in the Eepublic of
Plato, and remember that where he saw
this confusion of concentric whorls and
unknown impulses, you explore depths
of space the remoteness of which thought
refuses to conceive, and find those
abysses filled with innumerable worlds,
moved by the same power which de-
taches the withered leaf from its stalk,
which moulds the faintest streak of
vapour that we can scarcely distinguish
against the sky. That he needed no
such symbol as the law of gravitation to
embody a conviction of one ruling power
which
"Spreads undivided, operates unspent" —
I readily believe ; but, having that
inward conviction, do we gain nothing
by the outward type ? In one word,
does it make no difference whether
we are shackled by a delusion of man,
or in contact with an idea of God?
Now this Divine idea is to you, and to
men far less scientific than you, a
material of thought, a belief which there
is no more choice about receiving than
there is about breathing oxygen. What
was confused and indistinct to the
finest genius of antiquity is orderly
and harmonious to the most ordinary
mind of to-day. I do not say that the
deep significance of the law which is
thus revealed to us is appreciated by
every one who even reflects upon it ;
but I do assert that no mind can receive
so grand an idea, even partially, without
being in some degree enlarged by it,
even if they do not see in it, what it
seems to me to contain, a type and pro-
phecy of the obedience which man shall
yield to his Creator when harmony with
the will of the Creator shall become the
triumphant motive of his whole being,
and law shall reign as certainly over
every movement of his spirit, as over
the orbits of the planets.
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Philoc. But that idea is no offspring
of science, Philalethes.
Phildl. Not the idea, but the sym-
bol in which it is embodied.
Philoc. But it is exactly that habit
of mind, that readiness to find the
spiritual in the material, that seems to
me wanting in scientific men. They
look at, not through, the window.
Philal. The window is their work.
What lies beyond is without the bound-
aries of science. The tendency of early
science is. to forget those boundaries ; the
science of our day, in guarding perhaps
too anxiously against this error, refuses
to take cognizance of what lies beyond
them. I anticipate for the maturity
of thought a combination of what is
right in both these tendencies, as I
hope in my own age, to return to what
was most precious in the feelings of the
child, without losing anything of what
was gained by the experience of the
man. Meantime, do not forget that our
debt is not small to those scientific men
who possess least of this spirit — who
would regard any inclination to look
upon the material world as the expres-
sion and symbol of the spiritual, as
mere idle dreaming. You owe them
this, that, while they spend laborious
years in the painful elaboration of some
new view of nature, they are translating
for you a symbol, in which you may be
most certain no conception of their own
has mingled. If the result of their
operations contain an element so care-
fully eliminated from the crucible in
which the fusion was made, we may
be perfectly certain that that element
was a constituent part of the original
materials.
Philoc. But tell me how you would
reconcile with other and more important
views of truth any theory which makes
man the product of the lower tendencies
of the animal world1? Suppose it granted
that the author of such a hypothesis is
not bound to follow me to that ground,
still, as I know you must be ready to
take that point of' view, do you not
refuse to accompany me there.
Philal. On a future occasion I shall
be very happy to do so.
TOM BROWN AT OXFORD.
BY THE AUTHOR OP " TOM BBOWN's SCHOOL-DAYS.'
CHAPTER XIX.
A PBOMISE OP FAIRER WEATHER.
ALL dwellers in and about London
are, alas, too well acquainted with that
never-to-be-enough-hated change which
we have to undergo once at least in
every spring. As each succeeding win-
ter wears away, the same thing happens
to us.
For some time we do not trust the
fair lengthening days, and cannot believe
that the dirty pair of sparrows who live
opposite our window are really making
love and going to build, notwithstanding
all their twittering. But morning after
morning rises fresh and gentle ; there is
no longer any vice in the air ; we drop
our over-coats ; we rejoice in the green
shoots which the privet hedge is making
in the square garden, and hail the re-
turning tender-pointed leaves of the
plane trees as friends ; we go out of
our way to walk through Covent Garden
market to see the ever-brightening show
of flowers from the happy country.
This state of things goes on sometimes
for a few days only, sometimes for weeks,
till we make sure that we are safe for
this spring at any rate. Don't we wish we
may get it ! Sooner or later, but sure —
sure as Christmas bills, or the income-
tax, or anything, if there be anything,
surer than these — conies the morning
when we are suddenly conscious as soon
as we rise that there is something the
matter. We do not feel comfortable in our
clothes ; nothing tastes quite as it
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should at breakfeast ; though the day
looks bright enough, there is a fierce
dusty taint about it as we look out
through windows, which no instinct
now prompts us to throw open, as it has
done every day for the last month.
But it is only when- we open our doors
and issue into the street, that the hateful
reality comes right home to us. All
moisture, and softness, and pleasantness
has gone clean out of the air since last
night ; we seem to inhale yards of horse-
hair instead of satin ; our skins dry up ;
our eyes, and hair, and whiskers, and
clothes are soon filled with loathsome
dust, and our nostrils with the reek of
the great city. We glance at the weather-
cock on the nearest steeple and see that
it points N.E. And so long as the
change lasts we carry about with us
a feeling of anger and impatience as
though we personally were being ill-
treated. We could have borne with it
well enough in November ; it would
have been natural, and all in the day's
work, in March ; but now, when Rotten-
row is beginning to be crowded, when
long lines of pleasure-vans are leaving
town on Monday mornings for Hampton
Court or the poor remains of dear Ep-
ping Forest, when the exhibitions are
open or about to open, when the reli-
gious public is up, or on its way up,
for May meetings, when the Thames
is already sending up faint warnings of
what we may expect as soon as his
dirty old life's blood shall have been
thoroughly warmed up, and the Ship,
and Trafalgar, and Star and Garter are
in full swing at the antagonist poles of
the cockney system, we do feel that this
blight which has come over us and
everything is an insult, and that while
it lasts, as there is nobody who can be
made particularly responsible for it, we are
justified in going about in general dis-
gust, and ready to quarrel with anybody
we may meet on the smallest pretext.
This sort of east- windy state is per-
haps the best physical analogy for 'that
mental one in which our hero now found
himself. The real crisis was over ; he
had managed to pass through the eye of
the storm, and drift for the present at
least into the skirts of it, where he lay
rolling under bare poles, comparatively
safe, but without any power as yet to
get the ship well in hand, and make
her obey her helm. The storm might
break over him again at any minute,
and would find him almost as helpless
as ever.
For he could not follow Drysdale's
advice at once, and break off his visits
to "The Choughs" altogether. He
went back again after a day or two,
but only for short visits ; he never
stayed behind now after the other
men left the bar, and avoided interviews
with Patty alone as diligently as he had
sought them before. .She was puzzled
at his change of manner, and, not being
able to account for it, was piqued, and
ready to revenge herself and pay him out
in the hundred little ways which the
least practised of her sex know how to
employ for the discipline of any of the
inferior or trousered half of the creation.
If she had been really in love with him,
it would have been a different matter ;
but she was not. In the last six weeks
she had certainly often had visions of
the pleasures of being a lady and keep-
ing servants, and riding in a carriage
like the squires' and rectors' wives and
daughters about her home. She had a
liking, even a sentiment for him, which
might very well have grown into some-
thing dangerous before long ; but as yet
it was not more than skin deep. Of late,
indeed, she had been much more fright-
ened than attracted by the conduct of her
admirer, and really felt it a relief, not-
withstanding her pique, when he retired
into the elder brother sort of state. Eut
she would have been more than woman
if she had not resented the change ; and
so, very soon the pangs of jealousy were
added to his other troubles. Other men
were beginning to frequent " The
Choughs" regularly. Drysdale, besides
dividing with Tom the prestige of being an
original discoverer, was by far the largest
.customer. St. Cloud came, and brought
Chanter with him, to whom Patty* was
actually civil, not because she liked him
at all, but because she saw that it made
Tom furious. Though he could not fix
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on any one man in particular, lie felt
that mankind in general were gaining on
him. In his better moments indeed he
often wished that she would take the
matter into her own hands and throw
him over for good and all ; but keep
away from the place altogether he could
not, and often, when he fancied himself
on the point of doing it, a pretty toss of
her head or kind look of her eyes would
scatter all his good resolutions to the
four winds.
And so the days dragged on, and he
dragged on through them; hot fits of
conceit alternating in him with cold fits
of despondency and mawkishness and
discontent with everything and every-
body, which were all the more intoler-
able from their entire strangeness. In-
stead of seeing the bright side of all
things, he seemed to be looking at crea-
tion through yellow spectacles, and saw
faults and blemishes in all his acquaint-
ance which had been till now invisible.
But, the more he was inclined to de-
preciate all other men, the more he felt
that there was one to whom he had been
grossly unjust. And, as he recalled all
that had passed, he began to do justice to
the man who had not flinched from
warning him and braving him, who he
felt had been watching over him, and
trying to guide him straight when he
had lost all power or will to keep
straight himself.
From this time the dread increased
on him lest any of the other men should
find out his quarrel with Hardy. Their
utter ignorance of it encouraged him in
the hope that it might all pass off like
a bad dream. While it remained a mat-
ter between them alone, he felt that all
might come straight, though he could
not think how. He began to loiter by
the entrance of the passage which led to
Hardy's rooms ; sometimes he would
find something to say to his scout or
bedmaker which took him into the back
regions outside Hardy's window, glancing
at it sideways as he stood giving his
orders. There it was, wide open, gene-
rally— he hardly knew whether he hoped
to catch a glimpse of the owner, but he
did hope that Hardy might hear his
voice. He watched him in chapel and
hall furtively, but constantly, and was
always fancying what he was doing and
thinking about. Was it as painful an
effort to Hardy, he wondered, as to him
to go on speaking, as if nothing had
happened, when they met at the boats,
as they did now again almost daily (for
Diogenes was bent on training some of
the torpids for next year), and yet never
to look one another in the face; to live
together as usual during part of every
day, and yet to feel all the time that a
great wall had arisen between them,
more hopelessly dividing them for the
time than thousands of miles of ocean
or continent 1
Amongst other distractions which
Tom tried at this crisis of his life, was
reading. For three or four days run-
ning he really worked hard — very hard,
if we were to reckon by the number of
hours he spent in his own rooms over
his books with his oak sported, — hard,
even though we should only reckon by
results. For, though scarcely an hour
passed that he was not balancing on the
hind legs of his chair with a vacant
look in his eyes, and thinking of any-
thing but Greek roots or Latin con-
structions, yet on the whole he managed
to get through a good deal, and one
evening, for the first time since his
quarrel with Hardy, felt a sensation of
real comfort — it hardly amounted to
pleasure — as he closed his Sophocles
some hour or so after hall, having just
finished the last of the Greek plays
which he meant to take in for his first
examination. He leaned back in his
chair and sat for a few minutes, letting
his thoughts follow their own bent.
They soon took to going wrong, and he
jumped up in fear lest he should be
drifting back into the black stormy sea
in the trough of which he had been
labouring so lately, and which he felt
he was by no means clear of yet. At
first he caught up his cap and gown as
though he were going out. There was
a wine party at one of Ms acquaintance's
rooms ; or he could go and smoke a
cigar in the pool room, or at any one
of a dozen other places. On second
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thoughts, however, he threw his acade-
micals back on to the sofa, and went
to his book-case. The reading had paid
so well that evening that he resolved to
go on with it. He had no particular
object in selecting one book more than
another, and so took down carelessly
the first that came to hand.
It happened to be a volume of Plato,
and opened of its own accord in the
Apology. He glanced at a few lines.
What a flood of memories they called
up ! This was almost the last book he
had read at school ; and teacher, and
friends, and lofty oak-shelved library
stood out before him at once. Then
the blunders that he himself and others
had made rushed through his mind, and
he almost burst iflto a laugh as he
wheeled his chair round to the window,
and began reading where he had opened,
encouraging every thought of the old
times when he first read that marvellous
defence, and throwing himself back into
them with all his might. And still, as he
read, forgotten words of wise comment,
and strange thoughts of wonder and
longing, came back to him. The great
truth which he had been led to the brink
of in those early days rose in all its awe
and all its attractiveness before him.
He leant back in his chair, and gave
himself up to his thought ; and how
strangely that thought bore on the strug-
gle which had been raging in him of
late ; how an answer seemed to be trem-
bling to come out of it to all the cries,
now defiant, now plaintive, which had
gone up out of his heart in this time of
trouble ! For his thought was of that
spirit, distinct from himself, and yet
communing with his inmost soul, always
dwelling in him, knowing him better
than he knew himself, never mislead-
ing him, always leading him to light
and truth, of which the old philosopher
spoke. "The old heathen, Socrates, did
actually believe that — there can be no
question about it;" he thought, "Has
not the testimony of the best men through
these two thousand years borne witness
that he was right — that he did not be-
lieve a lie ? That was what we were
told. Surely I don't mistake ! Were
we not told, too, or did I dream it, that
what was true for him is true for every
man — for me? That there is a spirit
dwelling in me, striving with me, ready
to lead me into all truth if I will submit
to his guidance V
" Ay ! submit, submit, there's the
rub ! Give yourself up to his guidance !
Throw up the reins, and say, you've
made a mess of it. Well, why not?
Haven't I made a mess of it? Am I
fit to hold the reins ? "
" Not I," he got up and began walk-
ing about his rooms, " I give it up."
" Give it up!" he went on presently;
" yes, but to whom ? Not to the demon,
spirit, whatever it was, who took up his
abode in the old Athenian — at least so
he said, and so I believe. No, no !
Two thousand years and all that they
have seen have not passed over the world
to leave us just where he was left. We
want no daemons or spirits. And yet
the old heathen was guided right, and
what can a man want more ? and who
ever wanted guidance more than I now
— here — in this room — at this minute ?
I give up the reins ; who will take them ? "
And so there came on him one of those
seasons when a man's thoughts cannot
be followed in words. A sense of awe
came on him, and over him, and wrap-
ped him round ; awe at a presence of
which he was becoming suddenly con-
scious, into which he seemed to have
wandered, and yet which he felt must
have been there, around him, in his
own heart and soul, though he knew it
not. There was hope and longing in
his heart mingling with the fear of that
presence, but withal the old reckless
and daring feeling which he knew so
well, still bubbling up untamed, un-
tamable it seemed to him.
The room stifled him now; so he
threw on his cap and gown, and hurried
down into the quadrangle. It was very
quiet ; probably there were not a dozen
men in college. He walked across to thn
low dark entrance of the passage which
led to Hardy's rooms, and there paused.
Was he there by chance, or was he
guided there ? Yes, this was the right
way for him, he had no doubt now as to
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that ; down the dark passage, and into
the room he knew so well — and what
then ? He took a short turn or two
before the entrance. How could he he
sure that Hardy was alone1? And, if
not, to go in would be worse than use-
less. If he were alone, what should he
say? After all, must he go in there?
was there no way but that ?
The college clock struck a quarter to
seven. It was his usual time for " The
Choughs ;" the house would be quiet
now ; was there not one looking out for
him there who would be grieved if he
did not come? After all, might not
that be his way, for this night at least ?
He might bring pleasure to one human
being by going there at once. That he
knew; what else could he be sure of?
At this moment he heard Hardy's
door open, and a voice saying, " Good
night," and the next Grey came out of
the passage, and was passing close to
him.
" Join yourself to him." The impulse
came so strongly into Tom's mind this
time, that it was like a voice speaking to
him. He yielded to it, and, stepping
to Grey's side, wished him good even-
ing. The other returned his salute in
his shy way, and was hurrying on, but
Tom kept by him.
" Have you been reading with
Hardy?" .
« Yes."
" How is he? I have not seen any-
thing of him for some time."
" Oh, very well, I think," said Grey,
glancing sideways at his questioner, and
adding, after a moment, " I have won-
dered rather not to see you there of
late."
" Are you going to your school ?" said
Tom, breaking away from the subject.
" Yes, and I am rather late ; I must
make haste on ; good night."
"Will you let me go with you to-
night? It would be a real kindness.
Indeed," he added, as he saw how
embarrassing his proposal was to Grey,
" I will do whatever you tell me — you
don't know how grateful I shall be to
you. Do let me go — just for to-night.
Try me once."
Grey hesitated, turned his head sharply
once or twice as they walked on together,
and then said with something like a
sigh—
" I don't know, I'm sure. Did you ever
teach in a night-school ? "
" .No, but I have taught in the Sunday-
school at home sometimes. Indeed, I
will do whatever you tell me."
" Oh ! but this is not at all like a
Sunday-school. They are a very rough,
wild lot."
"The rougher the better," said Tom;
"I shall know how to manage them then."
" But you must not -really be rough
with them."
"No, I won't; I didn't mean that,"
said Torn hastily, for he saw his mistake
at once. " I shall takfe it as a great favour,
if you will let me go with you to-night.
You won't repent it, I'm sure."
Grey did not seem at all sure of this,
but saw no means of getting rid of his
companion, and so they walked on to-
gether and turned down a long narrow
court in the lowest part of the town. At
the doors of the houses labouring men,
mostly Irish, lounged or stood about,
smoking and talking to one another, or
to the women who leant out of the win-
dows, or passed to and fro on their
various errands of business or pleasure.
A group of half-grown lads were playing
at pitch-farthing at the farther end, and
all over the court were scattered chil-
dren of all ages, ragged and noisy little
creatures most of them, on whom paternal
and maternal admonitions and cuffs were
constantly being expended, and to all
appearances in vain.
At the sight of Grey a shout arose
amongst the smaller boys, of " Here's
the teacher ! " and they crowded round
him and Tom as they went up the court.
Several of the men gave him a half-
surly half-respectful nod, as he passed
along, wishing them good evening.
The rest merely stared at him and his
companion. They stopped at a door
which Grey opened, and led the way
into the passage of an old tumble-down
cottage, on the ground floor of which
were two low rooms which served for
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A hard-featured, middle-aged woman,
who kept the house, was waiting, and
said to Grey, "Mr. Jones told me to
say, sir, he would not be here to-night,
as he has got a bad fever case — so you
was to take only the lower classes, sir, he
said ; and the policeman would be near
to keep out the big boys if you wanted
him ; shall I go and tell him to step
round, sir?"
Grey looked embarrassed for a mo-
ment, and then said, " No, never mind,
you can go ;" and then turning to Tom,
added, "Jones is the curate ; he won't
be here to-night ; and some of the bigger
boys are very noisy and troublesome,
and only come to make a noise. How-
ever, if they come we must do our
best."
Meantime, the crowd of small ragged
urchins had. filled the room, and were
swarming on to the benches and squab-
bling for the copy-books which were
laid out on the thin desks. Grey set to
work to get them into order, and soon
the smallest were draughted off into the
inner room with slates and spelling-
books, and the bigger ones, some dozen
in number, settled to their writing.
Tom seconded him so readily, and
seemed so much at home, that Grey felt
quite relieved.
" You seem to get on capitally," he
said ; " I will go into the inner room to
the little ones, and you stay and take
these. There/are the class-books when
they have done their copies," and so
went off into the inner room and closed
the door.
My readers must account for the fact
as they please ; I only state that Tom,
as he bent over one after another of the
pupils, and guided the small grubby
hands, which clutched the inky pens
with cramped fingers, and went splutter-
ing and blotching along the lines of the
copy-books, felt the yellow scales drop-
ping from his eyes, and more warmth
coming back into his heart than he had
known there for many a day.
All went on well inside, notwith-
standing a few small outbreaks between
the scholars, but every now and then
mud was thrown against the window, and
noises outside and in the passage threat-
ened some interruption. At last, when
the writing was finished, the copy-books
cleared away, and the class-books dis-
tributed, the door opened, and two or three
big boys of fifteen or sixteen lounged
in, with their hands in their pockets
and their caps on. There was an in-
solent look about them, which set Tom's
back up at once ; however, he kept his
temper, made them take their caps off,
and, as they said they wanted to read
with the rest, let them ta:ke their places
on the benches.
But now came the tug of war. He
could not keep his eyes on the whole
lot at once, and, no sooner did he fix
his attention on the stammering reader
for the time being and try to help him,
than anarchy broke out all round him.
Small stones and shot were thrown
about, and cries arose from the smaller
fry, "Please, sir, he's been and poured
some ink down my back," " He's stole
my book, sir," He's gone and stuck a
pin in my leg." The evil-doers were so
cunning that -it was impossible to catch
them ; but, as he was hastily turning
in his own mind what to do, a cry arose,
and one of the benches went suddenly
over backwards on to the floor, carrying
with it its whole freight of boys, except
two of the bigger ones, who were the
evident authors of the mishap.
Tom sprang at the one nearest him,
seized him by the collar, hauled him
into the passage, and sent him out of
the street-door with a sound kick ; and
then, rushing back, 'caught hold of the
second, who went down on his back and
clung round Tom's legs, shouting for
help to his remaining companions, and
struggling and swearing. It was all the
work of a moment, and now the door
opened, and Grey appeared from the
inner room. Tom left off hauling his
prize towards the passage, and felt' and
looked very foolish.
"This fellow, and another whom I
have turned out, upset that form with
all the little boys on it," he said apolo-
getically.
" It's a lie, 'twasn't me," roared the
captive, to whom Tom administered a
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sound box on the ear, while the small
boys, rubbing different parts of their
bodies, chorused, "'Twas him, teacher,
'twas him," and heaped further charges
of pinching, pin-sticking, and other
atrocities on him.
Grey astonished Tom by his firmness.
" Don't strike him again," he said. "Kow,
go out at once, or I will send for your
father." The fellow got up, and, after
standing a moment and considering his
chance of successful resistance to phy-
sical force in the person of Tom, and
moral in that of Grey, slunk out. " You
must go too, Murphy," went on Grey to
another of the intruders.
"Oh, your honour, let me bide. I'll
be as quiet as a mouse," pleaded the
Irish boy ; and Tom would have given
in, but Grey was unyielding.
" You were turned out last week, and
Mr. Jones said you were not to come
back for a fortnight."
" "Well, good night to your honour,"
said Murphy, and took himself off.
"The rest may stop," said Grey. "You
had better take the inner room now ; I
will stay here."
" I'm very sorry," said Tom.
" You couldn't help it ; no one can
manage those two. Murphy is quite
different^ but I should have spoiled him
if I had let him stay now."
The remaining half hour passed off
quietly. Tom retired into the inner
room, and took up Grey's lesson, which
he had been reading to the boys from a
large Bible with pictures. Out of con-
sideration for their natural and acquired
restlessness, the little fellows, who were
all between eight and eleven years old,
were only kept sitting at their pot-
hooks and spelling for the first hour,
and then were allowed to crowd round
the teacher, who read and talked to them
and showed them the pictures. Tom
found the Bible open at the story of the
prodigal son, and read it out to them
as they clustered round his knees.
Some of the outside ones fidgeted
about a little, but those close round
him listened with ears, and eyes, and
bated breath; and two little blue-eyed
boys without shoes — their ragged clothes
concealed by long pinafores which their
widowed mother had put on clean to send
them to school in — leaned against him
and looked up in his face, and his heart
warmed to the touch and the look.
" Please, teacher, read it again," they
said when he finished ; so he read it
again, and sighed when Grey came in
and lighted a candle (for the room was
getting dark) and said it was time for
prayers.
A few collects, and the Lord's Prayer,
in which all the young voices joined,
drowning for a minute the noises from
the court outside, finished the evening's
schooling. The children trooped out,
and Grey went to speak to the woman
who kept the house. Tom, left to him-
self, felt strangely happy, and, for some-
thing to do, took the snuffers and com-
menced a crusade against a large family
of bugs, who, taking advantage of the
quiet, came cruising out of a crack in
the otherwise neatly papered wall.
Some dozen had fallen on his spear
when Grey re-appeared, and was much
horrified at the sight. He called the
woman, and told her to have the hole
carefully fumigated and mended.
" I thought we had killed them all
long ago," he said ; " but the place is
tumbling down."
" It looks well enough," said Tom.
" Yes, we have it kept as tidy as
possible. It ought to be at least a little
better than what the children see at
home." And so they left the school
and court and walked up to college.
" Where are you going ? " Tom said,
as they entered the gate.
"To Hardy's rooms ; will you come 1"
"No, not to-night," said Tom, "I
know that you want to be reading ; I
should only interrupt."
" Well, good-night then," said Grey,
and went on, leaving Tom standing in
the porch. On the way up from the
school he had almost made up his mind
to go to Hardy's rooms that night. He
longed, and yet feared to do so ; and, on
the whole, was not sorry for an excuse.
Their first meeting must be alone, and
it would be a very embarrassing one for
him at any rate. Grey, he hoped, would
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tell Hardy of his visit to the school,
and that would show that he was com-
ing round, and make the meeting easier.
His talk with Grey, too, had removed
one great cause of uneasiness from his
mind. It was now quite clear that he
had no suspicion of the quarrel, and, if
Hardy had not told him, no one else
could know of it.
Altogether, he strolled into the
quadrangle a happier and sounder man
than he had been since his first visit to
the Choughs, and looked up and an-
swered with his old look and voice when
he heard his name called from one of the
first-floor windows.
The hailer was Drysdale, who was
leaning out in lounging coat and velvet
cap, and enjoying a cigar as usual, in
the midst of the flowers of his hanging
garden.
" You've heard the good news, I sup-
pose ?"
"No, what do you mean ?"
" Why, Blake has got the Latin verse."
" Hurra ! I'm so glad."
" Come up and have a weed." Tom
ran up the staircase and into Drysdale' s
rooms, and was leaning out of the win-
dow at his side in another minute.
" What does he get by it ?" he said,
" do you know?"
" No, some books bound in Russia, I
dare say, with the Oxford arms, and
'Dominus illuminatio mea' on the back."
"No money?"
" Not much — perhaps a ten'ner," an-
swered Drysdale, " but no end of KV$OQ
I suppose."
" It makes it look well for his
first, don't you think 1 But I wish he
had got some money for it. I often
feel very uncomfortable about that bill,
don't you ?"
" Not I, what's the good? It's nothing
when you are used to it. Besides, it
don't fall due for another month."
"But if Blake can't meet it then?"
said Tom.
"Well, it will be vacation, and I'll
trouble greasy Benjamin to catch me
then."
"But you don't mean to say you
won't pay it ?" said Tom in horror.
" Pay it ! You may trust Benjamin
for that. He'll pull round his little usuries
somehow."
" Only we have promised to pay on
a certain day, you know."
" Oh, of course, that's the form. That
only means that he can'tpinchus sooner."
" I do hope, though, Drysdale, that
it will be paid on the day," said Tom,
who could not quite swallow the notion
of forfeiting his word, even though it
were only a promise to pay to a scoundrel.
"All right. You've nothing to do
with it, remember. He won't bother
you. Besides, you can plead infancy,
if the worst comes to the worst. There's
such a queer old bird gone to your friend
Hardy's rooms."
The mention of Hardy broke the dis-
agreeable train of thought into which
Tom was falling, and he listened eagerly
as Drysdale went on.
" It was about half an hour ago. I
was looking out here, and saw an old
fellow come hobbling into quad on two
sticks, in a shady blue uniform coat
and white trousers. The kind of old
boy you read about in books, you know :
Commodore Trunnion, . or Uncle Toby,
or one of that sort. Well, I watched
him backing and filing about the quad,
and trying one staircase and another ;
but there was nobody about. So down
I trotted, and went up to him for fun,
and to see what he was after. It was as
good as a play, if you could have seen
it. I was ass enough to take off my
cap and make a low bow as I came up to
him, and he pulled oif his uniform cap
in return, and we stood there bowing to
one another. He was a thorough old
gentleman, and I felt rather foolish for
fear he should see that I expected a lark
when I came out. But I don't think
he had an idea of it, and only set my
capping him down to the wonderful good
manners of the college. So we got quite
thick, and I piloted him across to Hardy's
staircase in the back quad. I wanted
him to come up and quench, but he
declined, with many apologies. I'm
sure he is a character."
"He must be Hardy's father," said
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" I shouldn't wonder. But is his
father in the navy 1"
" He is a retired captain."
" Then no doubt you're right. What
shall we do 1 Have a hand at picquet.
Some men will be here directly. Only
for love."
Tom declined the proffered game, and
went off soon after to his own rooms, a
happier man than he had been since his
first night at the Choughs.
CHAPTER XX.
THE RECONCILIATION.
TOM rose in the morning with a pre-
sentiment that all would be over now
before long, and, to make his presenti-
ment come true, resolved, before night,
to go himself to Hardy and give in.
All he reserved to himself was the
liberty to do it in the manner which
would be least painful to himself. He
was greatly annoyed, therefore, when
Hardy did not appear at morning chapel ;
for he had fixed on the leaving chapel
as the least unpleasant time in which
to begin his confession, and was going
to catch Hardy then, and follow him to
his rooms. All the morning, too, in
answer to his inquiries by his scout
Wiggins, Hardy's scout replied that his
master was out, or busy. He did not come
to the boats, he did not appear in hall ;
so that, after hall, when Tom went back
to his own rooms, as he did at once, in-
stead of sauntering out of college, or
going to a wine party, he was quite out
of heart at his bad luck, and began to
be afraid that he would have to sleep on
his unhealed wound another night.
He sat down in an arm-chair, and fell
to musing, and thought how wonderfully
his life had been changed in these few
short weeks. He could hardly get back
across the gulf which separated him from
the ' self who came back into those rooms
after Easter, full of anticipations of the
pleasures and delights of the coming
summer term and vacation. To his
own surprise he didn't seem much to
.regret the loss of his didteaux en Espqgne,
and felt a sort of grim satisfaction in
their utter overthrow.
While occupied with these thoughts,
he heard talking on his stairs, accom-
panied by a strange lumbering tread.
These came nearer ; and at last stopped
just outside his door, which opened in
another moment, and Wiggins an-
nounced—
" Capting Hardy, sir."
Tom jumped to his legs, and felt
himself colour painfully. " Here, Wig-
gins," said he, " wheel round that arm-
.chair for Captain Bardy. I am so very
glad to see you, sir," and he hastened
round himself to meet the old gentle-
man, holding out his hand, which the
visitor took very cordially, as soon as
he had passed his heavy stick to his
left hand, and balanced himself safely
upon it.
" Thank you, sir ; thank you," said
the old man after a few moments' pause,
" I find your companion ladders rather
steep;" and then he sat down with
some difficulty.
Tom took the Captain's stick and
undress cap, and put them reverentially
on his sideboard ; and then, to get rid
of some little nervousness which he
couldn't help feeling, bustled to his
cupboard, and helped Wiggins to place
glasses and biscuits on the table.
" Now, sir, what will you take 1 I have
port, sherry, and whiskey here, and can
get you anything else. - Wiggins, run
to Hinton's and get some dessert."
"No dessert, thank you, for me,"
said the Captain ; " I'll take a cup of
coffee, or a glass of grog, or anything
you have ready. Don't open wine for
me, pray, sir."
" Oh, it is all the better for being
opened," said Tom, working away at a
bottle of sherry with his corkscrew —
" and, Wiggins, get some coffee and an-
chovy toast in a quarter of an hour ;
and just put out some tumblers and
toddy ladles, and bring up boiling
water with the coffee."
While making his hospitable prepa-
rations, Tom managed to get many side-
glances at the old man, who sat looking
steadily and abstractedly before him
into the fireplace, and was much struck
and touched by the picture. The sailor
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wore a well-preserved old undress uni-
form coat and waistcoat, and white drill
trousers ; he was a man of middle
height, but gaunt and massive, and
Tom recognised the framework of the
long arms and grand shoulders and chest
which he had so often admired in the
son. His right leg was quite stiff from
an old wound on the kneecap ; the left
eye was sightless, and the scar of a cut-
las travelled down the drooping lid and
on to the weather-beaten cheek below.
His head was high and broad, his hair
and whiskers silver white, while the
shaggy eyebrows were scarcely grizzled.
His face was deeply lined, and the long
clean-cut lower jaw, and drawn look
about the mouth, gave a grim expres-
sion to the face at the first glance,
which wore off as you looked, leaving,
however, on most men who thought
about it, the impression which fastened
on our hero, " An awkward man to have
met at the head of boarders towards the
end of the great war."
In a minute or two Tom, having com-
pleted his duties, faced the old sailor,
much reassured by his covert inspection ;
and, pouring himself out a glass of
sherry, pushed the decanter across, and
drank to his guest.
" Your health, sir," he said, " and
thank you very much for coming up ta
see me."
" Thank you, sir," said the Captain,
rousing himself and filling, " I drink to
you, sir. The fact is, I took a great
liberty in coming up to your rooms in
this off hand way, without calling or
sending up, but you'll excuse it in an
old sailor." Here the captain took to
his glass, and seemed a little embarrassed.
Tom felt embarrassed also, feeling that
something was coming, and could only
think of asking how the captain liked
the sherry. The captain liked the
sherry very much. Then, suddenly clear-
ing his throat, he went on. " I felt, sir,
that you would excuse me, for I have a
favour to ask of you." He paused again,
while Tom muttered something about
great pleasure, and then went on.
"You know my son, Mr. Brown?"
" Yes, sir ; he has been my best friend
up here ; I owe more to him than to any
man in Oxford."
The Captain's eye gleamed with plea-
sure as he replied, "Jack is a noble
fellow, Mr. Brown, though I say it who
am his father. I've often promised my-
self a cruize to Oxford since he has been
here. I came here at last yesterday, and
have been having a long yarn with him.
I found there was something on his
mind. He can't keep anything from his
old father : and so I drew out of him
that he loves you as David loved Jona-
than. He made 'my old eye very dim
while he was talking of you, Mr. Brown.
And then I found that you two are not
as you used to be. Some coldness
sprung up between you ; but what about
I couldn't get at ! Young men are often
hasty — I know I was, forty years ago —
Jack says he has been hasty with you.
Now, that boy is all I have in the
world, Mr. Brown. I know my boy's
friend will like to send an old man
home with a light heart. So I made
up my mind to come over to you and
ask you to make it up with Jack. I
gave him the slip after dinner and here
I am."
"Oh, sir, did he really ask you to
come to me ?"
"ISTo, sir," said the Captain, "he did
not — I'm sorry for it — I think Jack
must be in the wrong, for he said
he had been too hasty, and yet he
wouldn't ask me to come to you and
make it up. But he is young, sir ; young
and proud. He said he couldn't move
in it, his mind was made up ; he was
wretched enough over it, but the move
must come from you. And so that's
the favour I have to ask, that you will
make it up with Jack. It isn't often a
young man can do such a favour to an
old one — to an old father with one son.
You'll not feel the worse for having
done it, if it's ever so hard to do, when
you come to be my age." And the old
man looked wistfully across the table, the
muscles about his mouth quivering as
he ended.
Tom sprang from his chair, and
grasped the old sailor's hand, as he' felt
the load pass out of his heart. " Favour,
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sir !" he said, " I have been a mad fool
enough already in this business — I
should have been a double-dyed scoun-
drel, like enough, by this time but for
your son, and I've quarrelled with him
for stopping me at the pit's mouth.
Favour ! If God will, I'll prove some-
how where the favour lies, and what I
owe to him ; and to you, sir, for coming
to me to-night. Stop here two minutes,
sir, and I'll run down and bring him
over."
Tom tore away to Hardy's door and
knocked. There was no pausing in the
passage now. " Come in." He opened
the door but did not enter, and for a
moment or two could not speak. The
rush of associations which the sight of
the well-known old rickety furniture, and
the figure which was seated, book in
hand, with its back to the door and its
feet up against one side of the mantel-
piece, called up, choked him.
" May I come in 1" he said at last.
He saw the figure give a start, and the
book trembled a little, but then came
the answer, slow but firm —
" I have not changed my opinion."
" No ; dear old boy, but I have," and
Tom rushed across to his friend, dearer
than ever to him now, and threw his'
arm round his neck ; and, if the un-
English truth must, out, had three parts
of a mind to kiss the rough face which
was now working with strong emotion.
" Thank God ! " said Hardy, as he
grasped the hand which hung over his
shoulder.
" And now come over to my rooms ;
your father is there waiting for us."
" What, the dear old governor 1 That's
what he has been after, is it? I couldn't
think where he could have hove to, as
he would say."
Hardy put on his cap, and the two
hurried back to Tom's rooms, the lightest
hearts in the University of Oxford.
CHAPTER XXL
CAPTAIN HARDY ENTERTAINED BY
ST. AMBROSE.
THERE are moments in the life of the
most self-contained and sober of us all,
when we fairly bubble over, like a full
bottle of champagne with the cork out ;
and this was one of them for our
hero, who, however, be it remarked,
was neither self-contained nor sober by
nature. When they got back to his
rooms, he really hardly knew what to do
to give vent to his lightness of heart ;
and Hardy, though self-contained and
sober enough in general, was on this
occasion almost as bad as his friend.
They rattled on, talking out the thing
which -came uppermost, whatever the
subject might chance to be ; but, whether
grave or gay, it always ended after a
minute or two in jokes not always good,
and chaff, and laughter. The poor cap-
tain was a little puzzled at first, and
made one or two endeavours to turn the
talk into improving channels. But very
soon he saw that Jack was thoroughly
happy, and that was always enough for
him. So he listened to one and the
other, joining cheerily in the laugh
whenever he could ; and, when he
couldn't catch the joke, looking like a
benevolent old lion, and making as much
belief that he had understood it all as
the simplicity and truthfulness of his
character would allow.
The spirits of the two friends seemed
inexhaustible. They lasted out the
bottle of sherry which Tom had un-
corked, and the remains -of a bottle of
his famous port. He had tried hard to
be allowed to open a fresh bottle, but
the captain had made such a point of
his not doing so, that he had given in
for hospitality's sake. They lasted out
the coffee and anchovy toast ; after
which the captain made a little effort
at moving, which was supplicatingly
stopped by Tom.
" Oh, pray don't go, Captain Hardy.
I haven't been so happy for months.
Besides, I must brew you a glass of
grog. I pride myself on my brew.
Your son there will tell you that I am
a dead hand at it. Here, Wiggins, a
lemon ! " shouted Tom.
" Well, for once in a way, I suppose.
Eh, Jack ?" said the captain, looking at
his son.
" Oh yes, father. You mayn't know
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it Brown, but, if there is one thing
harder to do than another, it is to get
an old sailor like my father to take a
glass of grog at night."
The captain laughed a little laugh,
and shook his thick stick at his son, who
went on.
"And as for asking him to take a
pipe with it — "
" Dear me," said Tom, " I quite for-
got. I really beg your pardon, Captain
Hardy ; " and he put down the lemon
he was squeezing, and produced a box
of cigars.
"It's all Jack's nonsense, sir," said
the captain, holding out his hand,
nevertheless, for the box.
" Now, father, don't be absurd," inter-
rupted Hardy, snatching the box away
from him. " You might as well give
him a glass of absinthe. He is church-
warden at home, and can't smoke any-
thing but a long clay."
" I'm very sorry I haven't one here,
but I can send out in a minute." And
Tom was making for the door to shout
for "Wiggins.
" No, don't call. I'll fetch some from
my rooms."
When Hardy left the room, Tom
squeezed away at his lemon, and was
preparing himself for a speech to Cap-
tain Hardy full of confession and grati-
tude. But the captain was before him,
and led the conversation into a most
unexpected channel.
"I suppose, now, Mr. Brown," he
began, " you don't find any difficulty in
construing your Thucydides 1 "
" Indeed I do, sir," said Tom, laugh-
ing. " I find him a very tough old cus-
tomer, except in the simplest narrative."
" For my part," said the captain, " I
can't get on at all, I find, without a trans-
lation. But you see, sir, I had none of
the advantages which you young men
have up here. In fact, Mr. Brown, I
didn't begin Greek till Jack was nearly
ten years old." The captain in his
secret heart was prouder of his partial
victory over the Greek tongue in his old
age, than of his undisputed triumphs
over the French in his youth, and was
not averse to talking of it.
" I wonder that you ever began it at
all, sir," said Tom.
'• " You wouldn't wonder if you knew
how an uneducated man like me feels,
when he comes to a place like Oxford."
" Uneducated, sir ! " said Tom. "Why
your education has been worth twice as
much, I'm sure, as any we get here."
" No, sir ; we never learnt anything
in the navy when I was a youngster,
except a little rule-of-thumb mathe-
matics. One picked up a sort of smat-
tering of a language or two knocking
about the world, but no grammatical
knowledge, nothing scientific. If a boy
doesn't get a method, he is beating to
windward in a crank craft all his
life. He hasn't got any regular place
to stow away what he gets into his
brains, and so it lies tumbling about in
the hold, and he loses it, or it gets
damaged and is never ready for use.
You see what I mean, Mr. Brown1?"
" Yes, sir. But I'm afraid we don't
all of us get much method up here. Do
you really enjoy reading Thucydides now,
Captain Hardy?"
" Indeed I do, sir, very much," said
the Captain. " There's a great deal in
his history to interest an old sailor, you
know. I dare say, now, that I enjoy
those parts about the sea-fights more
than you do." The Captain looked at
Tom as if he had made an audacious
remark.
" I am sure you do, sir," said Tom,
smiling.
" Because you see, Mr. Brown," said
the Captain, " when one has been in
that sort of thing oneself, one likes to
read how people in other times managed,
and to think what one would have
done in their place. I don't believe
that the Greeks just at that time were
very resolute fighters, though. Nelson
or Collingwood would have finished that
war in a year or two."
" Not with triremes, do you think,
sir V said Tom.
" Yes, sir, with any vessels which
were to be had," said the Captain.
" But you are right about triremes.
It has always been a great puzzle to
me how those triremes could have been
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worked. How do you understand the
three banks of oars, Mr. Brown?"
" Well, sir, I suppose they must have
been one above the other somehow."
" But the upper bank must have had
oars twenty feet long and more in that
case," said the Captain. " You must
allow for leverage, you see."
" Of course, sir. When one comes
to think of it, it isn't easy to see how
they were manned and worked," said
Tom.
" Now my notion about triremes — "
began the Captain, holding the head of
Ms stick with both hands, and looking
across at Tom.
" Why, father !" cried Hardy, re-
turning at the moment with the pipes,
and catching the Captain's last word,
" on one of your hobby horses already !
You're not safe ! — I can't leave you
for two minutes. Here's a long pipe
for you. How in the world did he get
on triremes 1"
" I hardly know," said Tom, " but I
want to hear what Captain Hardy thinks
about them. You were saying, sir, that
the upper oars must have been twenty
feet long at least."
" My notion is — " said the Captain,
taking the pipe and tobacco-pouch from
his son's hand.
" Stop one moment," said Hardy ;
" I found Blake at my rooms, and
asked him to come over here. You
don't object?"
" Object, my dear fellow ! I'm much
obliged to you. Now, Hardy, would
you like to have any one else ? I can
send in a minute."
" No one, thank you."
" You won't stand on ceremony now,
will you, with me ?" said Tom.
" You see I haven't."
" And you never will again?"
" No, never. Now, father, you can
heave ahead about those oars."
The Captain went on charging his
pipe, and proceeded : " You see, Mr.
Brown, they must have been at least
twenty feet long, because, if you allow
the lowest bank of oars to have been
three feet above the water-line, which
even Jack thinks they must have been — "
" Certainly. That height at least to
do any good," said Hardy.
" Not that I think Jack's opinion
worth much on the point," went on his
father.
" It's very ungrateful of you, then, to
say so, father," said Hardy, " after all
the time I've wasted trying to make it
all clear to you."
" I don't say that Jack's is not a good
opinion on most things, Mr. Brown,"
said the Captain ; " but he is all at sea
about triremes. He believes that the
men of the uppermost bank rowed
somehow like lightermen on the Thames,
walking up and down."
" I object to your statement of my
faith, father," said Hardy.
" Now you know, Jack, you have said
so, often."
"I have said they must have stood
up to^ow, and so — "
" You would have had awful con1-
fusion, Jack. You must have order be-
tween decks when you' re going into action.
Besides, the rowers had cushions."
" That old heresy of yours again."
" Well, but Jack, they had cushions.
Didn't the rowers who were marched
across the Isthmus to man the ships
which were to surprise the PiraBiis,
carry their oars, thongs, and cushions ?"
" If they did, your conclusion doesn't
follow, father, that they sat on them to
row."
" You hear, Mr. Brown," said the
Captain; "he admits my point about
the cushions."
" Oh father, I hope you used to fight
the French more fairly," said Hardy.
" But, didn't he ? Didn't Jack admit
my point ? "
" Implicitly, sir, I think," said Tom,
catching Hardy's eye, which was danc-
ing with fun.
"Of course he did. You hear that,
Jack. Now my notion about triremes — "
A knock at the door interrupted the
captain again, and -Blake came in and
was introduced.
" Mr. Blake is almost our best scholar,
father ; you should appeal to him about
the cushions."
" I am very proud to make your
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acquaintance, sir," said the captain; "I
have, heard niy son speak of you often."
" We were talking about triremes,"
said Tom ; " Captain Hardy thinks the
oars must have been twenty feet long."
" Not easy to come forward well with
that sort of oar," said Blake ; " they
must have pulled a slow stroke."
" Our torpid would have bumped the
best of them," said Hardy.
" I don't think they could have made
more than six knots," said the captain;
" But yet they used to sink one another,
and a light boat going only six knots
couldn't break another in two amid-
ships. It's a puzzling subject, Mr.
Blake."
" It is, sir," said Blake ; " if we only
had some of their fo' castle songs we
should know more about it. I'm afraid
they had no Dibdin."
" I wish you would turn one 'of my
father's favourite songs into anapaests
for him," said Hardy.
" What are they 1 " said Blake.
" ' Tom Bowling,' or ' The wind that
blows, and the ship that goes, and the
lass that loves a sailor.' "
"By the way, why shouldn't we have
a song 1 " said Torn. " What do you
say, Captain Hardy 1 "
The captain winced a little as he saw
his chance of expounding his notion as
to triremes slipping away, but answered,
" By all means, sir ; Jack must sing
for me, though. Did you ever hear him
sing ' Tom Bowling ' ? "
"No, never, sir. Why, Hardy, you
never told me you could sing."
" You never asked me," said Hardy,
laughing ; " but, if I sing for my father,
he must spin us a yarn."
" Oh yes ; will you, sir 1 "
" I'll do my best, Mr. Brown; but I
don't know that you'll care to listen to
my old yarns. Jack thinks everybody
must like them as well as he, who used
to hear them when he was a child."
"Thank you, sir; that's famous — now
Hardy, strike up."
"After you. You must set the ex-
ample in your own rooms."
So Tom sang his song. And the noise
Drought Drysdale and another man up,
who were loitering in quad on the look-
out for something to do. Drysdale and
the Captain recognised one another, and
were friends at once. And then Hardy
sang "Tom Bowling," in a style which
astonished the rest not a little, and as
usual nearly made his father cry ; and
Blake sang, and Drysdale, and the other
man. And then the captain was called
on for his yarn ; and, the general voice
being for " something that had happened
to him," " the strangest thing that had
ever happened to him at sea," the old
gentleman laid down his pipe and sat
up . in his chair with his hands on his
stick and began.
THE CAPTAIN'S STORY.
It will be forty years ago next month
since the ship I was then in came home
from the West Indies station, and was
paid off. I had nowhere in particular
to go just then, and so was very glad to
get a letter, the morning after 1 went
ashore at Portsmouth, asking me to go
down to Plymouth for a week or so.
It came from an old sailor, a friend of
my family, who had been Commodqre of
the fleet. He lived at Plymouth; he
was a thorough old sailor — what you
young men would call 'an old salt' — and
couldn't live out of sight of the blue
sea and the shipping. It is a disease
that a good many of us take who have
spent our best years on the sea. I have
it myself — a sort of feeling that we must
be under another kind of Providence,
when we look out and see a hill on this
side and a hill on that. It's wonderful
to see the trees come out and the corn
grow, but then it doesn't come so home
to an old sailor. I know that we're all
just as much under the Lord's hand on
shore as at sea ; but you can't read in a
book you haven't been used to, and they
that go down to the sea in ships, they
see the works of the Lord and His
wonders in1 the deep. It isn't their
fault if they don't see His wonders on
the land so easily as other people.
But, for all that, there's no man enjoys
a cruize in the country more than a
sailor. It's forty years ago since I started
for Plymouth, but I haven't forgotten
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the road a bit, or how beautiful it was ;
all through the New Forest, and over
Salisbury Plain, and then on by the
mail to Exeter, and through Devonshire.
It took me three days to get to Ply-
mouth, for we didn't get about so quick
in those days.
The Commodore was very kind to me
when I got there, and I went about with
him to the ships in the bay, and through
the dock-yard, and picked up a good
deal that was of use to me afterwards.
I was a lieutenant in those days, and
had seen a good deal of service, and I
found the old Commodore had a great
nephew whom he had adopted, and had
set his whole heart upon. He was an
old bachelor himself, but the boy had
come to live with him, and was to go to
sea ; so he wanted to put him under
some one who would give an eye to him
for the first year or two. He was a
light slip of a boy then, fourteen years
old, with deep set blue eyes and long
eyelashes, and cheeks like a girl's, but as
brave as a lion and as merry as a lark.
The old gentleman was very pleased to
see that we took to one another. We
used to bathe and boat together ; and
he was never tired of hearing my stories
about the great admirals, and the fleet,
and the stations I had been on.
Well, it was agreed that I should
apply for a ship again directly, and go
up to London with a letter to the Ad-
miralty from the Commodore, to help
things on. After a month or two I was
appointed to a brig, lying at Spithead ;
and so I wrote off to the Commodore,
and he got his boy a midshipman's berth
on board, and brought him to Ports-
mouth himself, a day or two before we
sailed for the Mediterranean. The old
gentleman came on board to see his boy's
hammock slung, and went below into
the cockpit to make sure that all was right.
He only left us by the pilot-boat, when
we were well out in the Channel He
was very low at parting from his boy,
but bore up as well as he could ; and we
promised to write to him from Gibraltar,
and as often afterwards as we had a chance.
I was soon as proud and fond of little
Tom Holdsworth as if he had been my
own younger brother; and, for that
matter, so were all the crew, from our
captain to the cook's boy. He was such
a gallant youngster, and yet so gentle.
In one cutting-out business we had, he
climbed over the boatswain's shoulders,
and was almost first on deck; how he
came out of it without a scratch I can't
think to this day. But he hadn't a bit
of bluster in him, and was as kind as
a woman to any one who was wounded
or down with sickness.
After we had been out about a year
we were sent to cruise off Malta, on the
look-out for the French fleet. It was a
long business, and the post wasn't so
good then as it is now. We were some-
times for months without getting a letter,
and knew nothing of what was happen-
ing at home, or anywhere else. We had
a sick tune too on board, and at last he
got a fever. He bore up against it like
a man, and wouldn't knock off duty for
a long time. He was midshipman of my
watch ; so I used to make him turn in
early, and tried to ease things to him as
much as I could ; but he didn't pick
up, and I began to get very anxious
about him. I talked to the doctor, and
turned matters over in my own mind,
and at last I came to think he wouldn't
get any better unless he could sleep out
of the cockpit. So, one night, the 20th
of October it was — I remember it well
enough, better than I remember any
day since ; it was a dirty night, blowing
half a gale of wind from the southward,
and we were under close-reefed topsails —
I had the first watch, and at nine o'clock
I sent him down to my cabin to sleep
there, where he would be fresher and
quieter, and I was to turn into his ham-
mock when my watch was over.
I was on deck three hours or so after
he went down, and the weather got
dirtier and dirtier, and the scud drove
by, and the wind sang and hummed
through the rigging — it made me melan-
choly to listen to it. I could think of
, nothing but the youngster down below,
and what I should say to his poor old
uncle if anything happened. Well, soon
after midnight I went down and turned
into his hammock. I didn't go to sleep
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at once, for I remember very well listen-
ing to the creaking of the ship's timbers
as she rose to the swell, and watching
the lamp, which was slung from the
ceiling, and gave light enough to make
out the other hammocks swinging slowly
all together. At last, however, I dropped
off, and I reckon I must have been
asleep about an hour, when I woke
with a start. For the first moment I
didn't see anything but the swinging
hammocks and the lamp ; but then sud-
denly I -became aware that some one
was standing by my hammock, and I saw
the figure as plainly as I see any one of
you now, for the foot of the hammock
was close to the lamp, and the light
struck full across on the head and shoul-
ders, which was all that I could see of
him. There he was, the old Commodore ;
his grizzled hair coming out from under a
red woollen night-cap, and his shoulders
wrapped in an old threadbare blue dress-
ing-gown which I had often seen him in.
His face looked pale and drawn, and there
was a wistful disappointed look about the
eyes. I was so taken aback I couldn't
speak, but lay watching bim. He looked
full at my face once or twice, but didn't
seem to recognise me ; and, just as I was
getting back my tongue and going to
speak, he said slowly : 'Where's Tom 1
this is his hammock. I can't see Tom;'
and then he looked vaguely about and
passed away somehow, but how I
couldn't see. In a moment or two I
jumped out and hurried to my cabin,
but young Holdsworth was fast asleep.
I sat down, and wrote down just what I
had seen, making a note of the exact
time, twenty minutes to two. I didn't
turn in again, but sat watching the
youngster. When he woke I asked him
if he had heard anything of his great
uncle by the last mail. Yes, he had
heard; the old gentleman was rather
feeble, but nothing particular the matter.
I kept my own counsel and never told a
soul in the ship ; and, when the mail came
to hand a few days afterwards with a letter
from the Commodore to his nephew, dated
late in September, saying that he was
well, I thought the figure by my ham-
mock must have been all my own fancy.
No. 8. — VOL. n.
However, by the next mail came the
news of the old Commodore's death.
It had been a very sudden break-up,
his executor said. He had left all
his property, which was not much, to
his great-nephew, who was to get leave
to come home as soon as he could.
The first time we touched at Malta
Tom Holdsworth left us, and went
home. We followed about two years
afterwards, and the first thing I did
after landing was to find out the Com-
modore's executor. - He was a quiet,
dry little Plymouth lawyer, and very
civilly answered all my questions about
the last days of my old friend. At last
I asked him to tell me as near as he
could the time of his death ; and he
put on his spectacles, and got his diary,
and turned over the leaves. I was quite
nervous till he looked up and said, —
" Twenty-five minutes to two, sir, A. M.,
on the morning of October 21st; or it
might be a few minutes later."
" How do you mean, sir ] " I asked.
" Well," he said, "it is an odd story.
The doctor was sitting with me, watch-
ing the old man, and, as I tell you, at
twenty-five minutes to two, he got up
and said it was all over. We stood
together, talking in whispers for, it
might be, four or five minutes, when the
body seemed to move. He was an odd
old man, you know, the Commodore,
and we never could get him properly to
bed, but he lay in his red nightcap and
old dressing-gown, with a blanket over
him. It was not a pleasant sight, I can
tell you, sir. I don't think one of you
gentlemen, who are bred to face all
manner of dangers, -would have liked it.
As I was saying, the body first moved,
and then sat up, propping itself behind
with its hands. The eyes were wide
open, and he looked at us for a moment,
and said slowly, ' I've been to the
Mediterranean, but I didn't see Tom.'
Then the body sank back again, and
this time the old Commodore was really
dead. But it was not a pleasant thing
to happen to one, sir. I do not remem-
ber anything like it in my forty years'
practice."
To be continued.
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THE ELDEE'S DAUGHTER.
CAST her forth in her shame ;
She is no daughter of mine ;
We had an honest name,
All of our house and line ;
And she has brought us to shame.
What are you whispering there,
Parleying with sin at the door ?
I have no blessing for her ;
She is dead to me evermore ; —
Dead ! would to God that she were !
Dead ! and the grass o'er her head !
There is no shame in dying :
They were wholesome tears we shed
Where all her little sisters are lying ;
And the love of them is not dead.
I did not curse her, did 1 1
I meant not that, 0 Lord :
We are cursed enough already ;
Let her go with never a word : —
I have blessed her often already.
You are the mother that bore her,
I do not blame you for weeping ;
They had all gone before her,
And she had our hearts a-keeping ;
And 0 the love that we bore her !
I thought that she was like you ;
I thought that the light in her face
Was the youth and the morning dew,
And the winsome look of grace :
But she was never like you.
Is the night dark and wild 1
Dark is the way of sin —
The way of an erring child,
Dark without and within. —
And tell me not she was beguiled.
What should beguile her, truly ?
Did we not bless them both ?
There was gold between them duly,
And we blessed their plighted troth ;
Though I never liked him truly.
Let XTS read a word from the Book ;
I think that my eyes grow dim; —
She used to sit in the nook
There by the side of him,
And hand me the holy Book.
I wot not what ails me to-night,
I cannot lay hold on a text.
0 Jesus ! guide me aright,
Eor my soul is sore perplexed,
And the. book seems dark as the night.
And the night is stormy and dark ;
And dark is the way of sin ;
And the stream will be swollen too ;
and hark
How the water roars in the Lynn ! —
It's an ugly ford in the dark.
What did you say 1 To-night
Might she sleep in her little bed 1 —
Her bed so pure and white !
How often I've thought and said
They were both so pure and white.
But that was a lie — for she
Was a whited sepulchre ;
Yet 0 she was white to me,
And I've buried my heart in her ;
And it's dead wherever she be.
Nay, she never could lay her head
Again in the little white room
Where all her little sisters were laid ;
She would see them still in the gloom,
All chaste and pure — but dead.
We will go all together,
She, and you, and I ;
There's the black peat-hag 'mong the
heather,
Where we could all of us lie,
And bury our shame together.
Any foul place will do
For a grave to us now in our shame : —
She may lie with me and you,
But she shall not sleep with them,
And the dust of my fathers too.
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Is it sin, you say, I have spoken ?
I know not ; my head feels strange ;
And something in me is broken ;
Lord, is it the coming change ?
Forgive the word I have spoken.
I scarce know what I have said ;
Was I hard on her for her fall ?
That was wrong; but the rest were dead,
And I loved her more than them all —
For she heired all the love of the dead.
One by one as they died,
The love, that was owing to them,
Centred on her at my side;
And then she brought us to shame,
And broke the crown of my pride.
Lord, pardon mine erring child :
Do we not all of us err ?
Dark was my heart and wild ;
0 might I but look on her,
Once more, my lost loved child.
For I thought, not long ago,
That I was in Abraham's bosom,
And she lifted a face of woe,
Like s*orne pale, withered blossom,
Out of the depths below.
Do not say, when I am gone,
That she brought my grey hairs to
the grave ;
Women do that ; but let her alone ;
She'll have sorrow enough to brave ;
That would turn her heart into stone.
Is that her hand in mine ?
Now, give me thine, sweet wife :
I thank thee, Lord, for this grace of
thine,
And light, and peace, and life ;
And she is thine and mine.'
ORWELL.
THE EOYAL ACADEMY.
A GOOD ruler but a bad general was
Ferdinand, Duke of Brunswick. The
French defeated him at Auerstadt and
Jena ; mortally wounded, he retired to
his . own territories ^to die, but, being
hunted out, took refuge within those of
the Danish king. His enemies over-
ran Brunswick and committed such
dreadful excesses that the huzzars of
Brunswick Oels, assuming a black
uniform of perpetual mourning for their
loss, signified a determination neither
to give nor receive quarter by wearing
on their shakoes a silver skull and cross-
bones. They fulfilled the vow, and their
hatred of the French was deepened by
the death of the young Duke William
Frederick, at Ligny, on the day before
Waterloo. Mr. Millais has chosen for
his contribution the parting of an officer
of this famous corps of the Black-
Brunswiekers from his mistress. He
insinuates a French leaning to her
judgment by giving a French character
to her face, and showing hung upon
the wall of the room a print after
David's picture of " Napoleon crossing
the Alps." She would have him stay,
not only as her lover, but as the
opponent of her own party. For this
she has interposed herself between him
and the door, — standing up against his
breast, she holds it back with one hand
upon the lock, although he firmly strives
to open it and leave her. For this the
tears are ready to start under her
broad eyelids, and for this she lays her
head against his bosom ; her eyes are
downcast, and her lips tremble with
emotion — suppressed though evident.
He looks at her depressed face, in
pique averted from, him, himself hurt
that she owns not the call of duty ha
must obey.
" I could not love thee, deare, so much,
Loved I not honour more" —
is the motto he might take from Love-
lace's song. His will is stern and
heart strong, and she does but make
the duty painful by resisting. Maybe
he feels that a political bias in-
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fluences her conduct. Does this seem
melodramatic, good reader — this story of
vengeance, skulls, and cross-bones, and
lovers' parting ? Possibly it may to
some who believe in no more earnest
expression of passion than an operatic
duet siing before the footlights. But
let such sceptics see Millais' picture,
and they will recognise more than the
raptures of the kid-glove school. He
has dealt with great wisdom upon the
broad, bold, and blunt features of the
German officer ; the square forehead and
knitted brow, the clear firm-set lips;
the hair cut short giving a precision and
rigidity to his face, which, brown but
pale, typifies a resolute grief admirably.
She too, with her French face, is half
unworthy of such a lover, piqued and
nigh fretful as she is. Passionate as a
child, and unstable as water, she would
stay his will with her prejudices. All
this must strike the most unobservant
as the converse of the motive of the
" Huguenot" — to which this picture is
a pendant. Let us think how the
artist displays his knowledge of the
heart in thus treating two allied
subjects so diversely. In both the
woman would save her lover, one by
keeping him away from danger; the
other, humbler and more devoted, bow-
ing to the will of the strong-hearted
man, strives only to gain him a little
safety — only a little — with the badge of
Guise ! We are to suppose too that
she is not aware of the Protestantism of
her lover, at any rate that it is not
publicly known ; so she is tempting
him to no overt dishonour — as she of
the Black-Brunswicker does ; therefore
the entreaty of that sweet face, whose
beauty men have not yet done justice
to, because forsooth it is not tamely
vacant of expression. The depth of
her tenderness is very different from
that passionate caprice of the lady of
Brussels, who would not guard her lover,
but rather lock him up out of the way
of hurting or being hurt.
For technical merit this work is a
triumph throughout. Getting over the
difficulty of the mass of black in the
soldier's uniform by any means would be
honourable to the painter, but every artist
will appreciate the skill with which Millais
has opposed this by a sudden contrast
of the intense white of the lady's dress,
so that they negative one another ; thenr
to overcome the chill effect of both —
having grouped round them warm greens
of the wall-paper, mauve of the lady's
shawl, and hot transparent brown of the
polished mahogany door, white and
black repeated in the print on the
wall, — he adds the warm-tinted floor, the
variety in unity of broken tints of warm
or cold counterchanged upon the black
and the white dress ; lastly, the focali-
zation of hot tint with crimson-scarlet
of the broad arm-ribbon of the lady, and
the subtle employment of downright
cold blue in the braid running athwart
the soldier's figure. We shall be told
that these are technical subtleties people
don't understand, but reply that they
are not subtleties, but patent to the
least taught eye. Colour is as much
an art as music, being in fact to the eye
what music is to the ear, — the expres-
sion of beauty —
" That may overtake far thought,
With music that it makes."
The time is rapidly coming when this
will be understood, and critics no more
omit to describe the .colour of a picture
— heart of art as it is — than they would
the melody of a piece of music.
Mr. Frith's "Claude Duval" displays
no such knowledge as Mr. MUlais'
work. Comparatively it is deficient
in artistic power and feeling for the
subject, relatively coarse as that is.
Claude Duval, the highwayman, took a
lady out of her coach and made her
dance a corranto with him in the road
while his companions rifled the equipage.
His figure is stiff and angular, needs grace
and spirit of action ; that of the lady is
much better; she looks pallid with fear,
and trembling with suppressed anger.
The group inside the coach is the best
part of the picture ; a masked ruffian
enters it with a grin, demanding the
occupiers' valuables. An old lady clasps
her hands entreatingly, a younger one
faults at the spectacle. An old man
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sits bound by the roadside, after having
struggled against the thieves.
Sir E. Landseer has outdone himself
with his great picture, " A Flood in the
Highlands." A torrent rushes through
the village street, bearing large pine-
trees torn up by the roots, and carried
down from the bank above; these have
fallen across a waggon, the horse of which
struggles in the flood; some men on
the roof of a cottage endeavour to save
him by means of a rope, that stretched
to the utmost does but check the speed.
Immersed, and nigh spent, an ox has
come driving full upon a cottage in the
foreground, and with bloody nostrils and
distended eyes, strives vainly to get
footing for its hoofs. A goat whose
eyes are glazing in death is swept
down beside the larger beast, and
will soon sink in the waves. Upon
the roof of this last cottage, up to the
very threshold of which the water flows,
are gathered its inhabitants, a woman
with her child, whom she has just
taken from the cradle; and now, so
ghastly is the spectacle of death pre-,
sented by the drowning beasts before
her that she lets even the infant lie
scarce noticed on her lap. Glaring with
rounded eyes of horror, and parted jaw,
fixed wide in terror, with outthrust
head, and body bowed, she stares, her
forehead in deep lines, and her cheek
hollowed out fearfully. The cradle is
empty, the clothes tossed over; before
it a sheep-dog, with pricked ears and
quivering flanks, whimpers with fright.
Behind her sits an old man, blind,
scarce conscious, but mutely praying;
by his side, a boy, dripping wet, clasps
a, puppy he has saved close to his chest ;
the boy is pallid-cheeked, andhis eyes red.
On a ladder, by which they have reached
the roof, is a group of poultry, fussily
troubled, and stupidly selfish. The
cock roosts lazily ; one of the hens in her
nervous alarm — true bit of nature this —
has laid an egg, which, falling on a lower
step before a cat, astonishes her greatly,
as, with curved tail, she rises to in-
spect it. Above the poultry, a mouse
creeps upon the step, having judi-
ciously put them, between himself and
the cat. The trophies of the household,
that have been saved as its palladium,
lie heaped in front, — a brass-studded
target, wherewith the old grandsire
might have gone to battle in the '45 ; a
heap of plaids, and triple case of High-
land knives. Overhead the great pines
roar in the wind's strife, bending their
red branches like canes ; black game,
driven from the moors, cling there ; and
the wild grey clouds of storm hurry
heavily over the scene of ruin. Close
undor the eaves of the cottage in front, a
hare, borne down from the open, and
. sheltered from the force of the deluge by
the slack- water, burrows fearfully in haste
a way into the thatch of the habitation of
its enemies ; its ears are laid back, and the
eyes, that Nature has made ever expres-
sive of alarm, have now no meaning in
them but the wild instinct of self-pre-
servation. "We have said the water has
reached the cottage threshold, and it
has flooded the interior. A flock of
ducks swim before it. Over it is placed
a board, with the inscription denoting
the occupation of the inmates ; thus :— •*
ALICK GORDON.
Upputting.
Stance mile East.
For the benefit of Southron readers,
let us say that "upputting" — genuine
old Saxon the Celtic proprietor has
adopted — is equivalent to the offer of
"beds." Does not promise good ones
even ; you may stop, and that is all ;
still less does it hold out hopes of " good
entertainment for man and beast," so rife,
but so seldom fulfilled, in the English
villages. "Stance mile East," signifies
that there is a mile-stone so placed.
In the Highlands the primitive direction
to travellers is by the points of the com-
pass, and not " first turning to the right
and third to the left," of the less intel-
ligible English custom.
Mr. Elmore's picture, " The Tuileries,
20th June, 1792," has for subject
Marie Antoinette before the mob. The
lowest of the people have flooded the
Palace; and, the Queen's attendants
having brought her children, in order
that their presence might protect their
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mother, she, "standing behind a large
table, faces her enemies with the here-
ditary resolution of the Austrian race.
This keeps down the manifestation of
terror ; and she is haughtily self-pos-
sessed enough, the inward dread show-
ing itself alone in her sunk features, and
eyelids that droop quiveringly. "She has
assumed the Republican cockade. The
Dauphin sits upon the table's edge,
clinging to his mother, wearing the
red cap of liberty. Leaning by the
side is her daughter, whom she clasps
against her breast. Madame is nearer
the window, far more terrified than she
who is more in danger. Beyond the
table is a hot crowd of urgent and
shrieking women, and a few men, armed
and unarmed. A withered hag vocife-
rates loudly, snapping her lean talons at
the Queen. The last has been im-
pressed with the appearance of a younger
woman Avho had been loudest of all. Re-
monstrating, she demanded what harm
she had done the people, that they should
hate her : "I was happy when you
loved me." The woman addressed, who
has a coarse beauty, moved by this,
desisted, and now looks half regret-
fully upon the' Queen. A more brutal
girl rebukes such tenderness of heart,
and urges further violence. The crowd
.sways, to and fro, jostling about, and,
screaming oaths of vengeance, seems
bent on destruction. In front of the table
lies a gilded chair of state, broken to
pieces ; the gilded crown shattered upon
its back. The whole picture is full of
action and commotion, displays great
variety of character and expression,
and for execution is much superior to
anything the artist has yet produced.
Contrasted to this in all respects is
Mr. Dyce's "St. John leading Home his
Adopted Mother." After the entomb-
ment, it is related that the " beloved "
" took her to his own home." They
move across the front of the picture,
St. John leading the Virgin, — no lacry-
mose beauty, but a worn woman, past
the prime of life, by the hand. His
face, notwithstanding a certain asceti-
cism of execution that makes it look
peevish, is as beautiful as it should
be, his divided hair falling in equal
masses on his shoulders, the features
calm, pale, and regular ; he moves
erect and elastically, with a graceful
mien, the loose robes flowing about
him as he goes, his head bare. The
Virgin's" head is covered with a
wimple ; her sorrow-stricken face de-
pressed, and head held sideways ; her
dress massed about her. Behind is
seen the new tomb, two sitting at its
entrance: from the gate of the inclo-
sure two more depart ; upon the horizon
the sun of "a summer dawn arises
through a mass of purple cloud, throw-
ing golden light upon the sepulchre ;
while Christ's mother and the "most
loved " pace away from its radiance into
the chilly shadow of the foreground. This
foreground is elaborately and delicately
wrought with weeds, grass, and herbage.
The adoption of a system of execution
like that of the early Italian school is
not inapt to the subject.
"The Man of Sorrows," by this
painter, shows Christ seated in the wil-
derness. This is an elaborately exe-
cuted work, displaying far more power
of colour than that above described.
The landscape portion is delightfully
faithful, and most tenderly treated ;
but the artist has, probably from a desire
to show the universality of the motive
he illustrates, chosen an English in-
stead of an Eastern view, for his back-
ground. All the herbage is English ;
the sky, soft grey -blue, like an English
sky. It may be that the face of the
Redeemer lacks the dignity of resigna-
tion ; but his action, seated upon a bank,
with head downcast and hands strongly
clasped upon his lap, is expressive, and
admirably apt. Mr. Dyce's " View of
Pegwell Bay," notwithstanding its ex-
treme delicacy and careful treatment,
from the want of due gradations of
tone and breadth of effect, pleases us
less than either of the before-named.
Bits of nature, seen especially in the
foreground rocks, glittering pools of
water, and shining, saturated sand, are
really delicious.
The scene from "The Taming of
the Shrew/7 Petruchio overthrowing the
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table, by Mr. Egg, is admirably full of
auction and character. The tamer has
sprung from his seat, plunged the carv-
ing-fork into the joint of meat before
him, holds it up so, brandishes the
carving-knife, and looks melo-dramatic
thunders at the waiting-men. Poor
Katherine, bursting with wrath, and yet
dismayed at the outrageous conduct of
her master, knits her brows vainly, and
would gladly escape. Her face is an
admirable study of expression, not at-
all in the conventional style of character
in which she is often represented, but
showing a fresh conception of the cha-
racter altogether. The execution is a
little thin in some parts, as in the heads
of two servants that are opposed to the
light of an open window. This picture
exhibits extremely fine qualities of
colour, of a deep and vigorous kind ; it
is rich, without being hot or tawdry.
Mr. John Phillip's " Marriage of the
Princess Eoyal '"' is a very fine work
of its class. More has been made out of
the subject than was to be expected
from the constraints and inconveniences
under which it must have been exe-
cuted. The portraits are excellently
done, and the row of rosy bridesmaids
gives a peculiar charm to the work. - A
flood of rosy soft light seems to come
out of them, doubtless indicative of the
artist's intense satisfaction in dealing
with anything so charming and so
natural
A long warm tract of moonlight in the
sea, that goes rippling and gently heav-
ing to afar off, where it is lost in the
vapours of the mysterious horizon, over
which the soft luminary's light casts .a
radiant veil, — the sky calm and still, and
slow clouds travelling athwart it ! A
mild gentle wind like a sleeping pulse
lifts the sail of an open boat, filling it
in irregular puffs, but to collapse again,
letting the cordage rattle softly. Three are
seated in the boat. A young man, with
large gaunt eyes fixed in thought, leans
forward in his place, the long robes of
a Greek of the later time folded about
him, and his whole attitude bespeaking
the feelings of one who had just seen a
great horror, so great that he contem-
plates the impression on his brain
again and yet again, as that of a spec-
tacle that should never leave his sight.
Beside him, aad all at length upon the
vessel's thwart, a woman leans back,
her face upturned, regarding the sky
vaguely and dreamily as that of one
whose great dread was over, and now,
• exhausted with the suffering, yet feels
a great happiness nigh within her grasp.
Nearer to us, and facing them, so that her
back is towards ourselves, sits a second
woman, also young, holding a Greek lyre
upon her knee^ over whose strings from
time to time her fingers go, bringing
out a melancholy wail, like that of one
who, saved in person, had yet lost that
which was more than all. The lighted
gloom of night above and around, — still-
ness, the lisping of the sea chattering
by the keel ! A few low notes of music,
and the night- wind rustling in the sail !
This is Mr. Poole's picture of " Glaucus,
Nydia, and lone escaping from Pompeii."
It is like a vision or a dream, the ecstatic
fancy of an opium-eater in his narcotic
sleep, just when the fervour of the drug
is slaked and the procession of imagery
takes pathetic and mournful phases. The
wide and moonlit sea, and three escaping
from, a lava-burnt city; the darkness
of preternatural night that had been
instead of day. Thus they had left
crowds, earthquake, fire, and falling
rocks, — the ashes that made night, the
crashing palaces, and the roaring, shriek-
ing people, — to find themselves upon the
open, secret sea, alorie and silent under
the weight of awe. Such is the impres-
sion excited by this singularly poetical
work. Its sole intention has been to
create an impression of something
vaguely beautiful, undefined, vast, and
dreamy. The figures are almost form-
less; the heads, technically speaking,
are ill- drawn ; the hands dispropor-
tionate ; the very colour itself, upon
which the whole impression is founded,
will not bear examination or comparison
with the simple prosaic truths of nature.
Despite all this, the intense feeling of
the artist has not failed to arouse a re-
ciprocating sympathy in our own minds,
and there is no painter, not even Land-
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seer himself, whom we should miss more
from his place on the wall than Paul
Falconer Poole.
There is a great contrast to be found
in the manner of treating a poetic sub-
ject, on comparison of this picture of
the flight from Pompeii, by Poole, with
that by the painter of the " Evening
Sun," Mr. F. G. Danby. "Phoebus rising
from the Sea," by the lustre of his first
vivifying rays, through the drifting forms
of a rolling wave, calls into worldly
existence "The Queen of Beauty," which
wordy title is in itself against the picture.
The work is an attempt to express the
antique classic feeling upon a represen-
tation of nature poetically conceived.
It is dawn over the Greek sea, — a
mass of golden clouds on the horizon
are modelled into the shape of Phcebus
and his car, and those attendants of
the morning that ever dance before it.
Farther off, and just lighted by the
warm ray, is a cloudy Olympus, the
gods sitting in council or banquet, for
their whole forms are so vague and un-
determined that it is difficult to deter-
mine which. It is a mere cloud-phan-
tasm, such as the fancy feigns Avhen idly
gazing at the summer sky. The calm
sea of the morning flows softly to the
shore, and breaks in the gentlest waves
upon a shell-strewn beach. Overhead is
the argentine azure of day's new birth.
Venus seated in a shell and a group of
nymphs are on the shallows of the
shore. But Mr. Danby has ruined the
motive of his subject by treating it
prosaically. The cloudy Olympus looks
a sham beside the solid sand and multi-
tude of sea-shells. Apollo and his horses
affect us not, because they come in con-
tact with the truthful and natural paint-
ing of the sea. The contrast jars between
the realm of fact and that of imagina-
tion. The artist must convey the in-
tended impression by means of one or
the other alone ; they are not to be
mixed with impunity — hence the total
failure of all pictures of dreams, except
when ideally treated, as Rembrandt did
that of Jacob. "We cannot tolerate the
figure of a sleeping man and a picture
of his dream stuck in the sky : either
we are with the dreamer and uncon-
scious of ourselves and the dream ; or we
see the dream alone, and our imagination
must be content with the dream : no
presentiment of both can exist together,
but is repulsive to the feelings and the
taste. Thus Mr. Danby has failed. His
poetic Venus and cloud-realms above
go down before the hard sand of the
shore and dash of the sea- waves, and we
are brought to see the bad drawing of
the goddess herself, and distortions of
the nymphs. We actually rejoice, so
prosaic is the impression, that these
queer females are near the shore, and
not like to be drowned. Mr. Poole
gives us nothing whatever of nature,
but the brain-impression of a poetic
instinct : we do not come in contact
with substantial angles of fact, but drift
with him into the region of fancy.
Placed upon the line, in a conspicuous
position, is a picture by Mr. Solomon
Hart, E.A., entitled "Sacred Music,"
No. 176, showing three vulgar women,
all of whose faces are out of drawing ;
one singing, and two playing on man-
dolins. If such a picture as this is hung,
what must have been those thousands
that are annually rejected. Or, turn
to another of Mr. Hart's pictures. It
is considered imperative - upon an ar-
tist, before he commences a picture,
if it contains architecture, to acquaint
himself with at least the leading prin-
ciples of the construction and ornamen-
tation of any style to be employed. If
he paints from a particular locality, he
must present us with something like a
portrait of that place if existing ; if not
so, he must reconstruct it from autho-
rities as well as he can. There is hardly
any building of the middle ages that
could be more easily reconstructed than
old St. Paul's Cathedral ; there are oceans
of prints of it ; descriptions and plans
abound. Its history could be traced
from decade to decade, — from comple-
tion to ruin in the Great Fire of London.
Mr. Hart chooses a subject showing
the interior of this building, "Arch-
bishop Langton, after a Mass in old St.
Paul's, conjuring the Earl of Pembroke
and the Barons to extort from John
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the Ratification of the Charter of Henry
the First." Here is the primate and the
barons, here the most beautiful of Eng-
lish cathedrals. Alas, Mr. Hart ! is that
the glorious rose-window men raved
about ; are these the piers of old St.
Paul's 1 Indeed there is hardly one of
them upright. Has the artist no more
eye for beauty than to " do " them thus,
devoid of carving, or of ornament, of
proportion even ? Are those the arches
and that the groined roof above 1 The
figures may be better, let us hope ; so,
look. Indeed, they are not quite so bad,
and might stand, which the columns
will hardly do ; we see what the dresses
are meant for in every quality but tex-
ture ; and, although there is bad drawing
in every one of them, yet nothing like
so palpable an offence to the observer's
taste as showing a cathedral without
carvings and without colours, and in the
state to which the iconoclasts, and the
white-wash brushes of centuries of Deans
and Chapters, have reduced the other
glories of English architecture. Not less
extraordinary and not less false is the
flesh painting, or the surface of tinted
chalk, for it is as dry as that, and as
crude as a coarse system of handling can
make it. Few of the faces are in better
drawing in this picture than in the last.
Mr. Hart is Professor of Painting to the
Royal Academy, a post at one time held,
or rather we should say filled, by Sir
Joshua Reynolds, whose mantle must be
too small for his successor. If this
gentleman had never painted better pic-
tures than these pretentiously placed
works, we should, notwithstanding his
eminent position, have passed him over
in silence. But Mr. Hart has done
much better things than those he has
exhibited of late years. A tune was
when he did not offend the public with
ill-drawn and vulgar faces, and when at
least he aimed at colour.
In the picture to which we have
referred, the archbishop points eagerly
to the roll of the Charter held by an
attendant. Some of the barons attest
their devotion to the cause by pledging
themselves to Heaven; one kneels kiss-
ing his naked sword. Behind the arch-
bishop is a group of acolytes and several
military vassals of the Church ; one of
the last is upon his knees, ardently
kissing a reliquary containing bones.
If the neglect of the most ordinary rules
of art shown in the treatment of the
architecture be not sufficient to convict
this painter of the utmost indifference
to public opinion, let the spectators
examine the mail worn by the knights
and barons. Any one who knows the
peculiarly beautiful and delicate con-
struction of this fabric will see at a
glance that it is not the genuine mail,
but rather a coarse imitation of it, pro-
bably obtained at a costumier's, and ren-
dered with a careless hand in the
picture. This is but a type of the treat-
ment throughout.
Let us turn from these to the
works of an artist who loves and
understands nature, and renders for us
all her beauties that the brush can
render. We refer to those of Mr. Hook,
four in number. Take, first, " Stand
clear !" — a fisherman's boat coming
ashore, leaping to the beach, as it
were, the clear green sea's last wave
curving out under her stem in a long
bright arch that comes gently hissing
from the shingle to fling itself impa-
tiently forward. " Stand clear ! " is the
order to us on shore to avoid the rope
that one of her crew casts to his mates
that they may make her fast by it. It
springs out of his hands in bold curves,
and leaps before the boat. The fisher-
man himself, an old salt, stands up
furling the sail ; a boy sits upon the
gunwale, just ready to drop into the
water the instant she touches ; another
sits within, looking out for some one
amongst the bystanders. There is a
perfectly delightful expression on this
lad's face. No painter understands more
entirely the colour of a sea-bronzed face
than Mr. Hook, or can give so well the
salted briny look of an old sailor's skin,
or the tawny gold seen in that of a
smooth-faced lad which has been sub-
jected to the same influences. " Whose
Bread is on the Waters " is the title of
another picture by \this artist. A fisher-
man and a boy are in an open boat,
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sturdily hauling in a net that conies up
loaded with fish, whose glittering silver
scales, fresh from the sea, sparkle on the
brown cordage of the net like lustrous
jewels. The boy pulls with a will,
setting his foot against the boat's
thwart; the man, stronger and more
deliberate, . gives a "dead haul." .The
sea is of deep fresh green, very different
from the sea of painters generally, but
sparkling and full of motion, intensely
varied in colour, and displaying an
amount of knowledge of nature that is
delightful to contemplate, and one that
all who love her will recognize with
ever-increasing satisfaction. The way
the waves rise and dash over, shows it is
wind against tide, for their foamy little
crests fall back into their own hollows ;
the turbulent tops-of these waves, pettish
as they seem to be, and hasty without
force, and too small to be the cause of
awe to us, shows' a fine reticence of the
artist's power. He does not care to
bully our admiration out of us, but takes
it captive with fidelity to nature. The
sea, not angry now, is yet working up,
and the sky above shows signs of a gale
in its long-drawn clouds, purplish and
deep grey. The brassy colour of the
firmament, where the sun has just gone
down, and a veil of shifting vapour
above that melts the edges of the clouds
into the luminous ether — these last,
drawn to streaks — are signs of wind to
come. .
The waters dash crisply and freshly
in the last-named pictures, but the
artist's illustration to Tennyson's
"Break, Break, Break,"—
" O, well for the sailor lad
That he sings in his boat on the bay!" —
shows the calmest of calm seas, a silver
sea, filled with subdued light, and seem-
ing asleep in light, the long low billows
that roll, not like waves that break and
dash, but the heaving of a vast sheet of
glittering waters, in shallow trenches, flat
for miles, yet creeping and sweeping
along in a restless heave, as the chest of
one deep asleep moves gently to his
breathing. Such the sea that is over-
hung with a misty veil ; not lifting, be-
cause universal, and still, because there
is not a breath of wind to find itself in
this deep bay, whose air itself dozes over
the waters at rest. The silent sleepy
heat that holds the whole scene to this
quiet, has drawn that dreaming misty
veil from the sea, to overhang a hill ; it
wraps also the high, deep-verdured cliffs
in the same delicate shade. All is
asleep, and a silvery silence reigns. By
some piles in the front floats a boat and
a boy in it singing, his sister leaning
backwards upon the gunwale, paddling
her arm over the side in the water, that
burns beneath the little craft with a
deep vivid green, of the sunlight con-
trasted and concentrated through the
translucent waters. The reflections of the
piles tremble upon the water that steal-
thily creeps about them, making ring
within ring at every slow heave, as it
ascends the solid timber. So silent seems
it all, that one might hear the boy's
voice (he pours it out in a low monoto-
nous sea song) even far off on the mist-
veiled cliff. The bay is broken in two
by a jutting point, telling of an estuary
beyond, round which go the white
glimmering sails of a barque, as she is
borne in, not by the wind, for the canvas
hangs useless from the yards, but by the
tide alone that is setting inwards. The
reader will see that our admiration for
this picture is unbounded ; indeed the
poetic feeling needed to express the
theme supplied by the Laureate's verses,
is exquisitely rendered, and that more-
over in the most loyal way the task could
be executed — which is, representing
natural thoughts, however refined,
pathetic, and subtle they may be, — by
the aid of most refined, pathetic, and
subtle-meaning nature herself alone. A
delightful pastoral, "The Valley in the
Moor," is the remaining picture by this
artist. It seems to us a little crude in
green colour ; but, notwithstanding, is
very faithful as a portrait of nature.
Excepting these, which from their
class we may rank with the landscapes,
the best representation of nature is
Mr. Anthony's " Hesperus," a large pic-
ture, showing a piece of open land under
an evening sky, when the star named
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reigns brightly, even in the lustre of a
sunset. The sun has gone down behind
the trees on the margin of the open
country, and casts a soft crimson radi-
ance upon the fleecy clouds that swim
above ; the air cool and bright and clear;
the vegetation dark red with autumn
tints, harmonising with the tawny brown
of the stiff clay land, and orange of a
gravel road over which passes a team,
and waggon. We commend to the ob-
server's study the sky in all its delicate
and beautiful colouring.
Mr. Dobson's picture of the Nativity,
styled "Bethlehem," needs our atten-
tion. It shows some fine points of
design, especially that of a kneeling
• shepherd ; the infant Christ himself
is charmingly treated, lying back
playing Avith his fingers as infants
will. In Mr. Simeon Solomon's
" Moses," the mother of the deliverer
of Israel is taking farewell of him be-
fore he is deposited among the bul-
rushes. The sister of Moses waits be-
side holding the basket, and, standing
upright, peers over her mother's arm at
the child. Their faces, although, it
appears to us, a little too dark, are full of
expression and characteristic tenderness.
The colour throughout this picture is
extremely good, the varying textures of
the dresses excellently rendered, and the
accessories all displaying thought and
originality. " Early Morning in the
Wilderness of Shurr," by Mr. F. Good-
all, is a large work, representing an
Arab sheikh addressing his tribe before
they break up an encampment at the
hills of Moses, on the eastern shore of
the Red Sea. Tliis is solidly and power-
fully painted, has much variety of cha-
racter in it, and appears to have been
executed, either on the spot, direct from
nature, or from faithful sketches of
nature. Mr. John. Brett's elaborate and
delicate study from the margin of a
plantation, where a hedger is mending
a wattled fence, does him infinite honour
for the care and fidelity with which he
has rendered all the herbage and wild-
flowers about. Some fine roses are de-
licious in colour and freshness ; and,
although believing the hyacinths that
are in the front to be a little positive
in blue, we say so under the correction
of so cunning a Tenderer of nature as
the artist. This picture is styled, from
the figure it contains, " The Hedger."
Unquestionably this figure is thin in
execution, and does not come out so
solidly as it should.
Mr. A. Solomon' s " Drowned,Drowned, "
is a large picture, showing the arrival of
a party of rakes from a masquerade, in
costume, at the foot of Waterloo Bridge,
just as a waterman has rescued from the
river the body of a girl, an unfortunate,
who has cast herself away in despair.
We are to suppose that the foremost of
these men has been the cause of the
wretched girl's ruin ; and now, coming
suddenly upon her corpse, thus dragged,
foul and dripping, from the river, he
stands aghast and horrified at the spec-
tacle, checks instinctively the advance
of a female companion, who, clinging to
his arm, comes gaily along, heedless of
her own fate. Behind is another man
similarly accompanied, his companion
coquetting with him. A policeman kneels
before the dead girl, casting the light of
his lanthorn on her face, so that it
is clearly seen. The waterman points
out to a bystander the place he brought
the body out from, and is dilating upon
the event and his own share . in it
especially. A girl with a basket of
violets upon her head stands behind,
looking commiseratingly upon the lost
one. There is a fine perception of cha-
racter shown in the treatment of this
last figure. She is one of those hard
women, whom misfortune -has made
undemonstrative, to say the least, if not
cold-hearted ; so she only stands by, and
seems to give but a general look of
sympathy to the spectacle before her.
If the artist had treated this subject
with more complete fidelity, — that is,
actually painted the background on
the spot it represents, and needfully
rendered the locality, and, above all,
the effect of cold early dawn rising
over" the city, the awful stillness of
which would have given a solemnity to
the event, — we should have had a far
more moving picture than the present,
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which has undeniably "been executed in
the studio, and therefore does not render
the subtler qualities of nature, which,
rightly rendered, would have been an
immense help to the motive of the
whole. As it is, the picture is grimy
rather than forceful, and heavy rather
than - clear. This prosaic method of
working has, in short, injured the
poetry of the subject.
The omission of the two upper rows
of pictures from this gallery is really a
great improvement, and gives a notable
appearance of size to the rooms. Pic-
tures placed on those rows of yore could
never be seen, and were ever the misery
of their painters, who, naturally "enough,
complained bitterly of the result of their
confidence in the justice of the hangers.
The very small number of miniatures
also is a novelty, which we fear tells of
the havoc made by photography amongst
the professors of the agreeable little art.
The Octagon Room contains only prints.
Among the sculptures, Baron Maro-
chetti's "Portrait — marble statuette"
of a child, although not particularly
original in design, has a manly breadth
of treatment about it that is agreeable.
Mr. Thomas Woolner's bust of Sir
William Hooker is a noble specimen of
artistic skill in the very highest order
of art — faithful, finished, naturalistic,
yet delicate and vigorous to an un-
equalled degree. The same artist's three
medallion portraits of Messrs. Norman,
Crawford, and A. A. Knox, are fine
examples of sound treatment. Mr. A.
Munro has several portraits in marble,
displaying his usual pleasing and grace-
ful style of execution.
SIR CHARLES TREVELYAN AND MR, WILSON".
BY J. M. LUDLOW.
A GRAVE event has befallen India —
the gravest, I believe, in its conse-
quences, whether for good or evil, that
has happened since the rebellion. A
Governor, who promised to show him-
self the best that has ruled in that
country since the days of Lord William
Bentinck, whose trusted subordinate he
was once, has been, through his own
indiscretion, suddenly recalled, and is
believed to have anticipated that recall
by resignation.
Through his own indiscretion. There
is no blinking the fact. As Governor of
Madras, Sir Charles Trevelyan was sub-
ordinate to the Council of the Governor-
General of India, sitting at Calcutta.
A financial scheme for all India had
been put forth publicly, in a speech
of great power, by a gentleman sent
out from this country for the express
purpose of taking charge of Indian
finance, and a bill founded on that
scheme had been introduced, with the
sanction of the Governor-General, into
the Legislative Council. Sir Charles
Trevelyan, deeming that scheme and
bill mischievous and fatal as respects
the Presidency over which he was Go-
vernor, not only remonstrated against it,
and drew up a scheme on wholly oppo-
site principles, which he embodied in a
minute, and which obtained the assent
of his colleagues, members of the Madras
Council, bxit, without consulting them,
without previous sanction from his offi-
cial superiors, on his sole responsibility,
sent that minute to the public press.
Nor is it possible to deny that in the
tone of the minute, as well as in the
fact of its publication, there is much
that is inconsistent with the require-
ments of public duty.
But there is a discretion which may
lose a country. There is an indiscretion
which may save it. I believe that Sir
Charles Trevelyan's indiscretion was
such. I need not say I am sure, had he
not believed this, he never would have
committed it.
Let us look the fact in the face. It
is proposed to impose at once three ab-
solutely new taxes upon from 150 to
180 millions of people. It is admitted
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by the proposer that there are " abso-
lutely no data upon which any reliable
" calculation can be made of their result."
I say that the history of mankind
affords no instance of such an experi-
ment, carried out on such a scale. I say
that it is perfectly impossible for me to
conceive of its succeeding under such
conditions. I say that the deepest
gratitude is owing to the first man who
comes forward and shows under what
conditions, within what limits, it cannot
succeed, and therefore should not be tried.
Now I do not wish to be misunder-
stood. Mr. Wilson left this country,
not perhaps amid such a chorus of uni-
versal good opinion as the applause of
farewell meetings and dinners might lead
one to think, but still with the reputation
of a very able, very hard-working, and
very experienced financier. I think his
scheme a very able one. I wish to see
it tried, on a safe and limited scale. I
hope it may succeed, so as eventually to
be applicable on a larger one. Even
were it to fail, I believe him to be
entitled to our very great gratitude for
devising it. Anything more absurd,
anything more wicked than our financial
administration of India hitherto, it is
impossible to conceive. We have so
ruled a land of the utmost fertility,
capable of producing everything under
heaven, with a practical monopoly of
growth as respects several articles in
great demand, teeming with a docile and
industrious population, as to have a
deficit in thirty-three years out of the
last forty-six (1814—1860), a surplus
only in thirteen, the net total deficit
amounting to nearly sixty-four millions.
Mr. Wilson conies, and [says : This
shall be no longer. All thanks to him
for so doing. He says : I will do no
further towards sapping the productive
powers of the country at their very root
by adding to the weight of the land-tax.
I will tax production in its fruits, and
consumption in its enjoyments. Right
again, most right. But when he conies
to the specific measures for applying
these principles — a tax on incomes, a
licence-duty for trades, a duty on tobacco
— then the whole question of specific merit
is opened up as to every one of these
taxes, and the application of every one,
and the figure of every one. A tax
may be admirable as respects ten millions
of people, detestable as respects the ten
next millions, their neighbours. Admit
if you like — and I sincerely trust it is
so — that Mr. Wilson's taxes are per-
fectly adapted for Northern India, which
he has seen, what possible ground can
there be for supposing that they are
equally adapted to Central and Southern
India, which he has not seen ]
Let us test this by a comparison. In
the year 2060, North American con-
querors have established their dominion
over the whole of Europe, minus part of
Russia, a few small European states re-
maining here and there as their tribu-
taries, but all the present distinctions of
race, language, habits, religion, remain-
ing the same, and the relation between
conquerors and conquered being com-
plicated by the fact that the former are
Mormonites, whose creed is abhorrent to
European notions. They have not shoAvn
themselves able financiers ; the surplus
revenues of every most flourishing state
have mostly vanished upon its annexa-
tion ; yearly deficits have been, for a
length of time, the rule, A.fter a dan-
gerous rebellion, a shrewd Yankee is
sent from Connecticut to set the finances
of America's European empire straight.
He takes a rapid run vid Southampton
and London, through Belgium and North
Germany, re turns to Hamburg,[the capital
of the empire, and three months after
arrival, puts forth a new budget, im-
posing three spick and span_ new taxes
on the whole population, from the North
Cape to Gibraltar, averring beforehand
that he cannot calculate what they will
bring in. Whereupon, a subordinate
official, of very great European as well
as American experience, who only rules
over France, Spain, and Portugal, gets up
and says : " Your scheme won't do in
any way for the countries under my
charge ; I undertake for them to restore
the balance between income and expen-
diture without new taxes, by merely
reducing expenditure." Now, judging ot
the twenty-first century by the lights
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Sir Charles Trevelyan and Mr. Wilson.
of the nineteenth, should not we hold
that both might be quite right within
the sphere of their own experience; but
the shrewd Yankee most probably quite
wrong in attempting to tax France,
Spain, Portugal, Italy, Greece, Turkey,
Hungary, half Germany, half the British
Isles, not to speak of the Scandinavian
countries, from his three months' expe-
rience of Southern England, Belgium,
and half Germany? Why do we not
see that what would be folly in the
twenty-first century is folly in the nine-
teenth ?
I believe, for my own part, Sir Charles
Trevelyan had thoroughly calculated the
cost of his own indiscretion. I believe
he thought, and thought rightly, that
the only appeal against the monstrous
folly of Calcutta centralization which
could save the country committed to his
charge, lay to public opinion. I believe
that, to make that appeal, he voluntarily
sacrificed, not place and power alone,
which he could well afford, but reputa-
tion. I believe that the. true answer to
that appeal on the part of his ultimate
superiors in this country would have
been — not to recall him, as they have
done ; not to send him to Calcutta, as
Mr. Danby Seymour foolishly advised —
but to have hurried a bill through both
houses, declaring the Madras Presidency,
for a twelvemonth at first, exempt from
the jurisdiction of the Council in India,
and to have cast upon Sir Charles the
full responsibility of making good his
own pledges ; or, better still, to have
at once authorized him by despatch to act
upon those principles, and then to have
come before Parliament with a bill of
indemnity for themselves and for him.
For, if we will look into the heart of
the matter, which Mr. Bright alone has
done hitherto, the fault of all this lies in
the insane concentration of power in
the Calcutta Council
If any one were to put before us
the problem : How are 180 millions of
people, speaking twenty or thirty dif-
ferent languages, following four different
religions (themselves split up into in-
numerable sects), varying almost ad
infinitum in race, colour, customs, modes
of life, thought, and feeling, to be
governed by 100,000 men of another
race, colour, and religion, and of strik-
ingly different customs, modes of thought
and feeling, from all the rest?' — I suppose
the very last solution which would occur
to any one would be this : You shall
establish a legislative and administrative
body at one extremity of the country,
which shall have supreme control over
the whole, so that there shall be, as far
as possible, one law, one police, one
system of government taxation, affecting
the whole of these 180 millions of men,
and reducing them, as far as the domi-
nant 100,000 can succeed in doing so,
to unity and nationality. Now this is
precisely the task which England has
set before herself in governing India.
One might have thought that the late
rebellion would have roused her to a
sense of the mischiefs attending its ful-
filment ; since that rebellion was only
put down by means of such remnants
of local autonomy as still subsist in our
military organization, whereby the native
armies of Bombay and Madras were
rendered available to subdue the rebel-
lious native army of Bengal ; or by
means of such temporary autonomy as
was allowed to Sir John Lawrence in
the Punjab, and was exercised on a
smaller scale, in fact, in a hundred
separate localities, by every individual
English official who was not carried
away by the flood. Yet the lesson seems
to have been utterly thrown away, and
our whole empire is to be staked on the
cast of a die, since Mr. Wilson himself
practically admits that his three new
taxes amount to no more.
It is not indeed four independent
governments which India wants, but
twenty or thirty — to be entirely self-
ruled within, with power to federate
for economical purposes, but with no
other subordination except direct to the
mother-country. Possibly, the power of
making peace and war might be vested
in a supreme governor- general ; but
since India is no farther from us now
in point of time than were the West
Indies thirty years ago, it seems diffi-
cult to believe that even this can ba
Sir Charles Trevelyan and Mr. Wilson.
167
strictly necessary ; indeed half our In-
dian wars ere this, I suspect, would
have been saved by the absence of
such a power. I believe it is impos-
sible to calculate the wondrous de-
velopment of local activity and life
which such a decentralization would call
out ; the vigour of root which Euro-
pean intellect might then show forth,
striking deep into a soil which it now
only languidly trails over, in the con-
stant expectation of being transplanted
from high to low, from bleak to sunny,
from clay to sand ; the improved pro-
cesses of government which emulation
would then realize. I believe that Sir
Charles Trevelyan' s self-sacrifice will
bear its fruits ; that Indian centraliza-
tion will reel and crumble beneath the
very weight of his fall ; that men will
no longer be satisfied with a mock iini-
formity of rule, which requires, for the
success of its experiments, that such
a man should be driven from his post.
The autonomy of the Presidencies is the
least result which I expect from his
indiscretion. God grant that it may
not have to realize itself through the
preliminary process of a rebellion, in
precisely that portion of India which
passed almost scatheless through the
last!
This is not the time to discuss, in
their application to India, the three
great methods of equalizing income and
expenditure — reduction of expenditure ;
increased taxation ; or increased expen-
diture for reproductive purposes. I
have confined myself hitherto simply to
one point — the utter absurdity of sup-
posing that an entirely new system of
taxation can be enforced all at once
throughout all India. I do not wish
to complicate with details that simple
point, self-evident when once perceived,
only not perceived, I venture to think,
through that political short sight which
renders some men actually incapable of
perceiving things on account of their
very evidence — just as, I take it, the
limited vision of the mole renders it
incapable of realizing the bulk of the
elephant. "With the highest admiration
for Sir Charles Trevelyan's character, I
am far from approving of many of his
acts since his assumption of the govern-
ment of Madras ; his conduct towards
one great Indian family in particular —
to judge from a recent pamphlet by
Mr. J. B. Norton — painfully recalls old
Leadenhall-street officialism. But I am
bound to say that, as respects this finan-
cial scheme, even in matters of detail,
there is strong reason to think that Sir
Charles Trevelyan is, for Madras, right
altogether. A landowner in his own
Presidency writes thus (15th March),
knowing as yet only Mr. Wilson's
scheme, and not Sir Charles's opposition
to it : —
" You will have read Wilson's great
" speech. ... Its delivery will mark an
' Indian epoch ; but his scheme of
1 native taxation is another affair. I
' hope that will not also mark an
' epoch. I go thoroughly along with
' the principles, adopt every one of
' them where practicable ; but how can
' they be practicable in Madras, where
' the European collectors and assistants
' are the sole reliable instruments in
' each province for assessing the licence
' and income tax ] Trust the duty to
' the amlahs, and see if the natives
' will pay. In Madras, the artizans and
' small shopkeepers are, as a rule, too
' poor to pay. Wilson has planned an
1 admirable machine, and has to learn
' that he is without the power of setting
' it in motion."
Again, as to Sir Charles's undertaking
to meet expenditure by retrenchment,
I can only add that an Indian officer of
. great experience in military administra-
tion in Bombay, and as free from rash-
ness by temperament as he is by age,
has expressed to me the confident belief
that the thing is perfectly feasible — not
in Madras, about which he knows little,
and Sir Charles may be fairly supposed
to know much — but in Bombay, which,
it has been publicly stated, has never
yet paid its own expenses.
If it be asked, Why should Mr.
Wilson's taxes be good for Northern
India, bad for Southern? the answer
should be quite sufficient, For the same
reason that taxes or charges which
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Sir Charles Trevelyan and Mr. Wilson.
suit England do not suit France, and
vice versd — so that octroi duties would
drive Englishmen to rebellion, as turn-
pike tolls would Frenchmen — so that
we could as little bear a tobacco mono-
poly as France an income-tax. But for
those who know anything of Indian
history, the answer is plainer still.
Northern India has capital; Southern,
with a few exceptions, has not. The
Madras Presidency, — though now, thank
God, rapidly recovering under a milder
system, — has for half a century been
drained by the force-pump of ryotwar,
or annual, settlements of the land re-
venue, except in those few districts for-
merly attached to Bengal, where a
permanent settlement has been allowed
to subsist. These being accepted, —
unless at her capital, in the persons
of a few native chieftains exception-
ally treated, and in those of her
•money-lenders-, she has no taxable in-
comes. Still less, as the above-quoted
letter indicates, has she trades which
would bear a licence-duty. The reverse
is the case in Bengal, where the perma-
nent settlement has favoured the accu-
mulation of capital- — in the northern
provinces, where a third system of land
revenue has at least not wholly destroyed
it. Let a few years pass, and out of her
noAv accruing income Madras will have
accumulated capital sufficient to bear
Mr. Wilson's burthens. At present,
they would stop the very power of
accumulation, and thus run counter to
the very principles of his own budget.
A singular want of judgment, it may
be observed, has hitherto attended the
recall of India's governors. Such a
punishment, or its equivalent, has in-
variably reached those who were among
her ablest and best. Lord Macartney
lost the governor-generalship because he
would not take it without the power
of overruling his council, which was
straightway granted to his successor.
Lord Wellesley was worried out of office
by " the ignominious tyranny of Leaden-
hall Street." Lord William Bentinck
was recalled from Madras for not having
prevented a plot which never existed.
Sir Charles Metcalfe was not suffered to
retain permanently the governor-general-
ship. Lord Ellenborough was recalled,
after saving an empire which Lord
Auckland had done his best to lose.
He lost office in the Board of Control
for writing a despatch which, as we
know now from Mr. Eussell's Diary,
embodied the universal feeling of all on
the spot who were qualified to judge ;
the spirit of which was, in practice,
carried out from the first out of sheer
necessity, and has eventually received
the most signal homage through the
acts of Lord Canning himself. Sir
Charles Trevelyan now adds his name
to the noble list of India's luckless ones.
He may well be proud of his company.
NOTE.
Through an untoward misprint, the word
" Pantheiism" was, in the last sentence but
one of Mr. Ludlow's article on " Spiritualistic
Materialism " (vol. ii. p. 51), printed as " Pan-
theism," and the greater portion of the impres-
sion went off before the error could be re-
medied. The phrase should stand thus : —
"But against such Pantheism, overt or
latent, in the gristle or in the bone, there is
no better preservative than the Pantheiism, if
I may use the term, of Christianity."
The writer would not, but for what has
happened, have deemed it necessary to point
out that the distinction he sought to establish
was between the looking upon all as God
), and upon all as from God, or divine
MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE.
JULY, 1860.
SWISS-FRENCH LITERATURE: MADAME DE GASPARIN.
BY J. M. LUDLOW.
THE surface of the earth has gold-
fields intellectual, as it has material.
Take a map of Switzerland, draw a line
SS.W. from about Bale to Martigny,
not straight, but incurved so as to follow
the valleys of the Upper Birse, the
middle Aare, and the Saane, and you
will have marked out one of such, of
which the Eldorado diggings, or richest
nugget-nest, will be found at the south-
western extremity. "Within that field,
about as large as Norfolk, Suffolk, and
Essex together, more of intellectual
power has been developed than in many
a great empire ; in that Eldorado corner
a good three-fifths of the whole has
taken its rise. The tract in question
embraces the Jura chain and the greater
part of the valley between its eastern
slopes and the western ones of the Alps,
so far as the Gallic tide has extended
until met and arrested by the Teutonic.
With an outlying district or two, such
as the valley of the Upper Rhone as far
as Visp, it represents French Switzer-
land.
Strange to say, indeed, this gold-field
is but of comparatively recent discovery.
Three centuries alone have seen its trea-
sures brought to light. Nothing in the
earlier history of Switzerland foretold its
splendours. The great names of that
earlier history are all German. From Tell
to Zwingli the Teutonic race has a mo-
nopoly of Swiss glory. Basel — not yet
Bale — is in some respects the Geneva of
No. 9. — VOL. ii.
the early half of the sixteenth century,
— a centre of free thought. From Fro-
ben's presses are poured forth the
works of Erasmus, of Luther ; Erasmus
comes to die beside his friend. French •
Switzerland only wakens up from the
day when Farel, the restless apostle of
French Protestantism, invading Swit-
zerland, carries Neufchatel as by assault
(1530), and on his return from a synod
of the Waldenses of Piedmont, stops
at Geneva (1532), where in three years
(1532-5) the bishop's yoke is broken
from off the city, and political inde-
pendence is the fruit of religious reform.
Farel is succeeded by those other great
Frenchmen, Calvin and De Beze, and
under them grows up that marvellous
theocracy which, however stern and
oppressive it may show itself to us
under some of its aspects, yet made
Geneva one of the very centres of Eu-
ropean thought. Think of one small
town having given in three centuries, to
physical science Saussure, Deluc, De
Candolle, Huber; Charles Bonnet to
metaphysics ; to jurisprudence, Bur-
lamaqui, Delolme, Dumont (not to
speak of our Romilly, a Genevese watch-
maker's son) ; to history, Sismondi,
Guizot ; Necker and Sismondi again to
political economy; to diplomacy, Albert
Gallatin ; to literature proper, Rousseau
and Madame de Stael, — besides the Dio-
datis, Leclercs, Senebiers, Mallets, Pictets.
and other miscellaneous celebrities.
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Protestantism, therefore, may be said
to have created French Switzerland;
Protestantism is that which has made it
entitled to stand out before Europe ag
the representative of all Switzerland.
It is easy to see why. If there be one
marked characteristic of. the Swiss race,
it is its individualism. Inhabiting for
the most part a very thinly populated
country, — always at wax, so to speak,
with nature, since even his sunniest
valleys are swept by the wintry moun-
tain blasts, — the Switzer is obliged to
earn his own living, to fight his own
way. He is essentially a worker and a
fighter ; shrewd, prudent, determined ;
endowed with more good sense than
genius ; his thrift shading easily into
avarice ; a trader even when he fights.
Now the Calvinistic reformation is the
most individualizing of all the theolo-
gical movements of the sixteenth cen-
tury, and it was thus admirably adapted
to the tendencies of the Swiss mind,
whilst the position of Geneva, as a
harbour for French Protestantism when-
ever expelled by fire and sword from its
own country, and thereby in constant
antagonism with Romanist France,
tended to develop this character to the
uttermost. Not, indeed, but what the
Protestant cantons of German Switzer-
land have always held a respectable
place in the intellectual annals of Eu-
rope. Haller, of Berne ; J. von Miiller,
of Schaflhausen ; and, above all the
sons of Zurich, the "Athens of German
Switzerland," the Gessners, Lavater,
Tschudi, Zimmermann, with Zchokke
in our own days, give to that district
quite a fair average of literary and sci-
entific merit. But already on the border-
land between Gaul and German, at
Bale (which now every year becomes
more French), the Bernouillis and Euler
are French in language ; and it is un-
questionable that to French Switzer-
land belong those few really great Swiss
names which stamp themselves upon
their age, the Rousseaus, De Staels,
Guizots. Romanism, moreover, con-
tinued to cling to the rock-summits of
German Switzerland, harbouring with it
ignorance and intellectual torpor, at the
very heart of the old Teutonic nucleus
of the land. And thus it came to pass,
as I said, that wherever Swiss indivi-
dualism had to speak out before Europe,
it did so mainly in French.
Conversely again, we need not be
surprised to find that if there be one
character which distinguishes Swiss-
French literature and science, it is pre-
cisely this individualism. Here we find
ourselves dealing with men who think
for themselves. Their very mediocrity
becomes thus original by the force of
circumstances. Was there ever a
heavier writer, a more mediocre thinker
than Necker ? And yet that Genevese
banker, standing in his plebeian respec-
tability amid the brilliant French court,
daring to declare, in an age of prodi-
gality and insolvency, that economy is
a public duty, that it is the business
of kings to rule for the good of their
siibjects, has an originality which it is
impossible to mistake in contemporary
pictures, and becomes thereby for a time
the very idol of a nation. Dumont is
not a man of very' great genius ; but
he has the originality to discover Bent-
ham, who for twenty years perhaps is
scarcely known except in Dumont's
paraphrases.
These Swiss-French have thus, in the
modern history of France herself, an
importance which no impartial observer
should overlook. They represent that
principle of individualism which the
French Reformation tended perhaps
unduly to develop, which generations of
despotism, from Richelieu downwards,
took every pains to trample out. The
type-man of them all, — the man whose
value we Englishmen are least apt to
appreciate, — is Rousseau. What is
Rousseau's essential function in the
eighteenth century ? Above all, to
stand up against that last despot whom
a Frenchman will yet obey, when he
has cast off every other yoke, — King
Wit, then lording it over Europe under
the name of Voltaire, I know of no
greater marvel in history than the in-
fluence of Rousseau. In an essentially
spirituel age, without a particle of esprit,
— in an essentially courtly age, a mere
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171
boor, — devoid of every worldly advan-
tage,— incapable of joining or leading
school, sect, or party, — he becomes, he,
Jean Jacques the misanthrope, a very
power in the world, balancing even that
of the lord of Ferney. No one can
fairly judge Eousseau except in contrast
with Voltaire. The relation between
them is that of absolute antagonism.
The one is essentially positive, the other
essentially negative. The life of the one
is one long struggle — oh, through what
hideous failures often ! — to do good.
The highest efforts of the other are but
to undo evil — with what noble success
indeed sometimes, let the name of Galas
testify. It is easy for us to rail at
Rousseau's " rose-pink " sentiment, at
the immorality of Julie or St. Preux.
But place them beside the " Pucelle,"
and then see to what immorality that
tale of passion really was the antidote.
"When shall we practically learn that
God's medicine is not more timid than
man's ? that He too knows in what
proportions even poisons may be used
to check »or quell disease 1 Unwhole-
some as Eousseau' s works may be for
the nineteenth century, they were price-
less for the eighteenth. Voltaire was
for ever crushing out all enthusiasm;
Eousseau for ever kindling it ; Voltaire
was essentially an intellectual aristocrat ;
Eousseau, the ex-lackey, never ceased to
be one of the many. Whatever of noble
and generous, of loving and self-sacri-
ficing, lived amid the fires of the French
revolution and survived them, one man
above all others has France to thank
for it under God, Eousseau the Genevese.
Nor would it, I believe, be sufficient
to give Switzerland the credit of
Eousseau's influence, her native-born
son. It is characteristic of all countries
with strongly-marked natural features,
of all nations with strongly-marked
generic qualities, that they impress a
perceptible influence upon the guests
who come to sojourn among them.
Neither Calvin nor De Beze would pro-
bably have been in France what they
were at Geneva. Still less, I believe,
would Voltaire have been anywhere
else what he was at Ferney. To that
period belong the purest pages of his
history, such as that story of Galas to
which I have referred. The persevering
pluck which he displayed in it would
have been physically impossible in Paris.
I believe it would have been no less
beyond his moral reach amidst the fri-
volous corruption of French society.
There blows through it all, as it were, a
waft of free mountain air.
Between Eousseau and the next great
name which I shall have to mention,
Switzerland gives to France one no
longer of splendour, but of infamy.
This time, however, it is right to say
that it is not free Geneva, but Neuf-
chatel, completely under the thumb of
wooden Fried richian Prussianism, which
sends forth the most hideous figure of
the French Eevolution, Marat. And
yet I do not know but what, even in
this portent of humanity, we may
recognise the distinctive individualism
of the Swiss character. Mediocre in all'
things, the time exhibits no other
instance of mediocrity so self-sufficient,
and rising to such importance. The
man thoroughly dares to be that which
he is — hence his power. Marat with
his greasy cap and scurvied frame is,
after all, but the loathsome caricature of
Eousseau "the savage," as he was called,
md called himself. The peculiarity of
both men is that they are always ready
to stand defiant against those who are
held to be their fellow-combatants.
Marat quails as little before Danton or
Eobespierre, as Eousseau before Voltaire
or Diderot.
But Geneva boasts no such heroes as
Marat. Other names are hers. Not to
speak of the Dumonts, Clavieres, Mallet
Dupans, who represent her during the
revolutionary crisis, — what Eousseau
is in one century, Madame de Stael
is at the beginning of the next. We
need not emulate the admiration of the
generation which preceded us for Ma-
dame de Stael's writings in themselves.
But her historical greatness can, I think,
but grow. It is one of contrast, like
that of Eousseau. You must measure
her by him against whom she measured
herself. Only when we have appre-
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ciated the colossal and yet fascinating
greatness of the First Napoleon, as he
showed himself, -with Greek profile and
eagle eye, springing up, as it were, from
the ruins, from the ashes of old France,
young, beautiful, brave, mighty ; in war,
driving the nations asunder before his
sword ; in peace, making the walls of a
new social order to rise about him from
the ground, as to the sound of some
magic lyre, — a sort of Phoebus- Ares or
Balder- Odin among men, — only then
can we discern also the strange greatness
of that woman's voice lifted against him
in protest, from Coppet or elsewhere;
not dwelling on old traditions, like De
Maistre or Chateaubriand ; not backed,
like our English statesmen, by Tory
obstinacy and national pride, but sing-
ing alone, as it were in the very ears of
the despot, the weird and deadly song of
the future, the song of Freedom and of
Pe£ce, of the fraternal independence of
the nations. Very wonderful was the
power of that voice. Years after her
death it seemed yet to murmur in music
round every name that had once been
familiar to it ; and the selfish and scep-
tical Benjamin Constant died the object
of a nation's reverence because Madame
de Stael had once chanced to care for
him, and had for a time kindled his dry
heart into indignation and eloquence.
It is hardly too much to say that the
spirit of Madame de Stael was that
which presided over that, on the whole,
very noble period in the history of
French liberalism, its fifteen years
of opposition under the government
of the Restoration. Nor can we deem
her influence wholly extinct so long
as a De Broglie thinks and writes,
and lives respected. So great is the
debt of France to, that other noble
Genevese.
And what greater name do we find in
France, during that period of fifteen
years and the next of eighteen which
follows it, than that of Guizot ? If we
look to his worth as a writer, he and
that other Swiss (though not by descent),
Sismondi, are in truth the fathers, under
both its leading aspects, of the present
historical school Sismondi exhibits to
us the patient research into original
authorities, without which all historical
thought is baseless ; Guizot, along with
this, that keen questioning of facts till
they yield up their inmost meaning,
without which historic research remains
fruitless. If we look to Guizot's poli-
tical career, on the other hand, — though
the close of it is to me singularly pain-
ful and unworthy of him, — who can
deny that for some years the Swiss pro-
fessor had made himself not only the
foremost man in France, but one of the
two or three foremost in Europe ? And
if he failed, why was it, but because
he stooped from Swiss independence
to the practice of Louis Philippian
despotism ?
Shall we take some less ambitious
names, though no less likely to endure ?
I will single out two, in wholly different
spheres: Agassiz, of Fribourg, and Vinet,
of Lausanne. The country that has pro-
duced two such names in a generation
may well rest satisfied. Agassiz, one of the
greatest of contemporary naturalists, on
whom, by universal consent, the mantle
of Cuvier has descended, — Vinet, the
real father of modern French religious
thought, the most Pascal-like since Pascal
of French writers. How many names
of mark within their sphere cluster
round his — the Merle d'Aubigne"s,
Gaussens, Malans, Celleriers, Bonrets,
Bosts, Cherbuliez, &c. — is well known
to religious readers ; whilst from him
proceed directly the two most remark-
able, though mutually opposed, schools
of contemporary French theology, those
of De Pressense" and Scherer. And now
there has come forth from the same
quarter one who seems destined to ex-
ercise, within the sphere of French
thought, a religious influence more wide-
spreading, more popular, than any other
number of her school, the authoress of
the " Horizons Prochains " and the " Ho-
rizons Celestes," Madame de Gasparin.
Of this lady herself, it is sufficient to
say that she is the wife of Count Age"nor
de Gasparin, son of that Count de Gas-
parin who was long a minister under
Louis Philippe. M. Agenor de Gasparin
was himself for several years a member
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of the Chamber of Deputies, where his
position may be briefly characterised by
saying that he showed himself there as
frankly Protestant as M. de Montalem-
bert showed himself frankly Romanist,
and won the respect of all. He after-
wards took a prominent part in the
formation of that "Free Church" of
Protestant France, which certainly in-
cludes within it the most stirring and
energetic members of the general body.
Now, if Calvinism in general exhibits
mainly the individualist side of Chris-
tian doctrine — if the French Calvinistic
Church, from the circumstances of its
position as the Church of a long unre-
cognised and often persecuted minority,
tends to bring out that individualist side
with peculiar sharpness — if the like
tendency results in the Swiss Church
from the national position and charac-
teristics of the Swiss people — it has
been naturally carried to an extreme by
the events in the midst of and in op-
position to which the Vinet school of
theology grew up, and by the special
constitution of the " Free Church."
Those who are in anywise familiar with
the state of religion on the Continent,
know that half a century ago an almost
complete religious deadness spread over
French Switzerland, — that Socinianism,
following in the wake of despotic and
aristocratic rule, established its very
throne at Geneva. Against these two
tendencies — the aristocratic and the So-
cinian — a sort of cross-reaction took
place. A coarse, vulgar democracy, de-
void of all religious principle, copied
from the lowest French models, of which
M. James Fazy is the too successful
embodiment, rose up against the old
Genevese aristocracy, and threw it. A
spring of earnest, self-devoted, thought-
ful, sometimes learned, Christian faith
welled out, and soon carried away, for
all religious purposes, the dry bones of
old Socinianism. Meanwhile a strange
change was taking place. As each
struggle was unfortunately carried on,
in great measure, within separate spheres
— as many of the religious reformers
had not the insight to discern the
political necessities of their age and
country, nor the political reformers the
power to see that political reform, unin-
spired by religious faith, can end but in
a mere change of machinery — it came
to pass that the conquerors met in turn
as opponents, whilst the conquered
passed, so to speak, each to the service
of the other conqueror. Religious reform
became identified with political conserva-
tism— political reform, with irreligion ;
old Socinianism easily ranging itself,
under colour of the most absolute Eras-
tianism, beneath the banners of demo-
cracy, in order to worst its opponents by
means of the civil arm. Hence, though
indeed even less in Geneva than in its
neighbouring French and Protestant
canton of Vaud, that shameless op-
pression of the Church by the majority
which developed the " Free Church " of
Vaud. And as Swiss democracy, blindly
echoing the voice of French, had taken up
the cry of Socialism — an idea which the
Swiss character seems specially incapable
of understanding — it followed that the
religious reformers grew to embody in
that word all the blasphemy, lawless-
ness, oppression which they saw around
them. Socialism, as will be seen almost
anywhere in Vinet's works, is for that
admirable thinker a mere monster and
portent. ' He is too much unnerved at
s'ght of it ever to reach its root-idea, as
being simply the effort to organize social
relations, and to elevate that labour into
a science and an art. He never stops
to inquire whether the problem, how to
conciliate the claims of society with
those of the individual, may not occupy
some of those socialists whom he in-
veighs against quite as much as himself.
Socialism for him must be a dreadful
conspiracy against individual freedom
and worth ; the very word of society,
you would say, makes him almost shiver.
To understand his vehemence, we must
remember that for him, as taught by the
lessons of daily experience, "society"
meant in practice a knot of ignorant
parish demagogues pretending to or-
ganize a Church ; whilst " the indi-
vidual" was the poor "pasteur" their
victim.
Swiss democracy had been a bad copy
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of French ; the French " Free Church"
was a somewhat better copy of the really
heroic Swiss ones. It is founded, I
heard it declared by one of its most
eloqiient champions, M. Pilatte, in one,
certainly, of the very noblest sermons I
ever heard, — not (as the words might
seem to follow) on that foundation other
than which, St. Paul tells us, hath no
man laid, but upon " individual profes-
sion." It sets itself in direct opposition
to the " churches of multitude," as it
terms those that venture to hold God's
revealed Will and Love a somewhat
firmer foundation than the fleeting " pro-
fession" of man. For their behoof it
has invented the contemptuous term
of " multitudinism ; " individualism it
openly glorifies ; many of its members
repelling the baptism of those infants,
likeness to whom, we are told, makes us
children of the kingdom. How many
broader and nobler currents flow mingled
with these, especially in the works of
M. de Pressense" — how the sense of God's
universal Fatherhood has taken root in
what would otherwise seem an ungenial
soil — how a deeper study of the Scrip-
tures and of the fathers, a broader edu-
cational training, a wider outlook over
men and things, have induced also a
catholicity of spirit towards Romanism,
towards even heathen creeds and phi-
losophies, an acknowledgment of Christ's
everlasting and universal working as the
Light of the world in the minds and
consciences of men, to which we are
sadly unaccustomed' in such quarters —
how openly the extreme consequences
of Calvinistic doctrine have been pro-
tested against in this bodyj the latest
offshoot of Calvinism — I have not here
the space to show.
So much for the quarter whence
Madame de Gasparin' s works proceed.
She has been long before the public as an
author. I have before me the second
edition, dated 1844, of her earliest work,
"Marriage from a Christian point of
view;" so that it must be sixteen
years and more since she achieved her
first success as an author. But that
success was almost limited to the "re-
ligious" public. And, indeed, between
these early works and the two last,
there is all the difference between the
larva and the butterfly. None of them
belong indeed quite to the class of those
quarter or half-pounds of spiritual starch
commonly called " good books," which
are as incapable of alone nourishing the
soul of man as material starch alone his
body. But it was impossible to guess
from them the high qualities which dis-
tinguish the last two ; only in the latest
predecessor of these, " Some Faults of
the Christians of our Day" — full of
searching and often caustic truth — can
we now, looking back, discern, as in
the ripened chrysalis, the folded wings
which have since outspread themselves
to the sun.
The "Near Horizons" went forth last
year anonymously, not from any special
Protestant book-shop, but from that of
the great popular publishers of Paris,
the Michel Levys. The appeal thus
made to a wider public than Madame
de Gasparin had yet addressed was fully
justified by the result. The value of
the book was soon pointed out by the
Revue des Deux Mondes, and ere this
three editions have appeared. Yet the
book hardly promised to be popular
The " Near Horizons " are those of
heaven itself. The various sketches
of which the work consists mostly
have death-beds for subjects, and a
certain monotony thus runs through
it, felt indeed only when it is read
off at once, and which the freshness
of feeling and language otherwise en-
tirely keeps off. Yes, freshness ; for
after her sixteen years of authorship, it
is only now that Madame de Gasparin,
young no longer, has completely reached
the expression of that quality. Fresh-
ness is the great charm of the book, as
it is of its successor. You feel that
you are dealing with one who has
looked at nature, who has looked at
religion, at first hand. So wondrous
are the pictures of nature in the former,
that it seems at first sight impossible
they should have been written by any
other than that sovran queen of French
landscape painters in words, George
Sand. And yet soon — apart from in-
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dications of fact or of doctrine which
individual knowledge may suggest as
decisive against the supposition — the
very character of the style declares it
impossible. George Sand's style is that
of her favourite scenes of central France,
with their fat plains or stretches of
common, never undulating into more
than hill and dale, with streams swift
or sluggish, pebbly or clayey, but all
unconscious of torrent or waterfall: so
that she must leave Berry for Auvergne
to find that "Black Town" which she
was lately depicting to us ; itisRafaelesque
or Mozartlike in its perfection, vehe-
ment without roughness, lofty without
reaching to the sublime. Madame de
Gasparin's style, on the contrary, is
essentially a mountain style, hasty often
and abrupt, -now rushing like a torrent,
now towering like a rock. Mountains
too are a leading subject for her pen,
with their ravines and their pine-trees, —
those Jura Mountains, which already, if
I mistake not, have proved the main
source of inspiration for Calame the
landscape painter, but of which Madame
de Gasparin may be called the first
poet, as Rousseau was of the Alps.
Of Madame de Gasparin's powers
of word-painting, take the following
example : —
" It is not yet the time for beautiful fungi, —
those strange creations which sow the wood
with their warm tints when October has
stripped the glades flowerless. They are
queer characters, full of mystery. Some are
honest, some vicious. I don't speak of the
deadly ones, I mean the face, the bearing of
them. Some delicate, milk-white, planted all
in a ring, as if to mark the spot where the
fairies danced last night. The others solitary,
blackish, livid, traitor-faces ruminating some
crime apart. These purple, doubled with
orange, spreading forth the magnificence of
their mantle in the midst of a crowd of grey
buttons that hold themselves at a distance, — a
pasha in his harem. Those with a silver lustre,
smooth as silk, with a dome of satin above,
and spotless ribbing beneath. Some are iri-
descent, some pale golden. How came they ?
how go they ? What sun, when autumn mists
grow heavy on the soil, what sun empurpled
them, what painted them with sulphur, what
gave them the rainbow reflections of mother-
of-pearl? Why does the cow that crops the
latest plants, that twists off the leaves touched
with the frost ; why does the sheep wander-
ing under the bare oak-trees leave them un-
touched ? I know not."
The first sketch, "Lisette's Dream,"
the main charm of which lies, however,
in its descriptions, is directed against
what, in her next work, the writer will
call " a Paradise which frightens one."
Lisette, an old peasant- woman, has
dreamed of Paradise — of a house of
gold, bright as the sun of midday,
wherein she saw a fair old lady, severe
and yet sweet of mien, who sat and
knitted in perfect bliss, but forbade her
the door. She is frightened ; such a
vision of Paradise oppresses her. The
writer comforts her with the remem-
brance of the thief on the cross.
" At this hour, since many a winter, Lisette
has entered the house of gold.
" Does she knit, impassive, in beatitude, from
age to age, beside the silver-haired matron?
I think not; I believe her to be alive and
active in heaven as upon earth. Cares have
passed away ; happiness beams immutable,
supreme life reveals its mysteries to the
ardent soul of Lisette."
"The Three Eoses" represent three
young girls dying before twenty. All
three sketches are inimitable in their
graceful tenderness. I will not spoil
them by attempting to analyse, but will
only detach the following paragraph : —
" Little cries answer one another :
" ' Have you any ?' — 'Yes.' — ' A good place ?'
Silence.
" There is no hunt in which selfishness dis-
plays itself better than in the hunt after lilies
of the valley. One holds one's tongue. To
say no would be lying ; to say yes would be to
lose one's find. One makes haste ; if scrupu-
lous, one makes a little murmur which pledges
one to nothing ; and the treasure once reaped,
one creeps farther on, very far on, into some
other odorous nest all sown with white
bunches."
The "Tilery," as we may call it,
takes its name from the description ,of
an entirely secluded house, inhabited
by a family of tile-makers, who take
delight, the wife especially, in their
loneliness. "The Hegelian" is a tale
of 1849, placing before us, in striking
contrast, the wild enthusiasm of German
revolutionists, and the innocent blood-
thirstiness of the reactionists : —
"'Shot,' cried the general. . . . Shot the
chiefs ! shot the soldiers ! shot the imbeciles
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who let them alone.' As I named to him this
one and that, the general, with an expressive
gesture, took aim, winked, pulled the trigger,
uttered his absurd ' shot/ and then laughed a
big simpleton laugh."
Amongst the other Sketches, I would
chiefly point out "The Poor Boy,"—
wonderfully beautiful all through, —
which gives the life of a grotesque
idiot, maltreated by his father, till, in
his last illness, the religious sense is
kindled in him, and he dies in peace.
" The Pigeon-house," is not " what you
"think. There is no other pigeon-
" house but a poor room, no other pigeons
" than an old man and his wife." It is
the story of the last years of an old
Lyonnese upholsterer, a good workman,
but a shallow and weak mind, coming
to Paris in the hope of finding work,
with a wife, his good genius, to whom
he is tenderly attached; and after
various ups and downs, losing his
wife and going off into semi-imbe-
cility. Though away from her beloved
mountains, the writer shows here a
delicate truth of observation and firm-
ness of touch which could not be sur-
passed. " Marietta," again, is a charming
tale of a hideous, though gentle-souled
dwarf, cared for with the most thought-
ful delicacy by an old shoemaker, her
cousin.
Very slight are for the most part
these sketches, as, indeed, the writer
warns us from the first. Their one
great quality is, that they are all from
nature, and by one who has eyes to see.
But they have all of them a singular
charm of style. The French of these
Swiss writers, as M. Ste. Beuve has
observed ere this, has always a pleasant
archaic provincialism about it, — a smack
of that sixteenth century, so various
and so free, ere yet France had put on the
periwig of the " Grand Siecle." This is
remarkable, amongst other writers, in
that charming teller of tales Rudolph
Topffer, the caricaturist schoolmaster,
whose "Travels in Zigzag," though too
lengthy, constituted, even before "Tom
Brown," the first great literary homage
paid to boy-nature. But apart from
mere archaisms and provincialisms, the
style of Madame de Gasparin in her
"Near Horizons" is full of words and
expressions which have a sweet country
smell about them, though the dialect is
not the same as that with which George
Sand has made us familiar. Very dif-
ferent, indeed, is the point of view of
the Protestant authoress from that of
her world-famous contemporary; not
only as being strictly religious, but also
under the social aspect. Here we have
only glances cast from above, bright
and loving indeed, but still not actual
outlooks from that sphere of artizan and
labourer life into which George Sand
seems to have fairly penetrated. It is
always the great lady, in town or country,
going forth to help, to comfort, to speak
of Christ, using, nobly and generously,
her own social privileges for the benefit
of others ; it is not a soul oppressed
with the weight of those very privileges,
striving and struggling, even, it may be,
at the cost of sin, to be one with the
poorest and the lowest.
The "Heavenly Horizons" is, in its
success, even a more remarkable work
than its elder born. Again it has
been reviewed in the Deux Mondes, by
Emile Montegut, and with singular
favour ; again it has reached a third
edition. Yet this deals no longer with
nature's glories, even as vehicles for
higher things, no. longer sketches the
sunlights or the shadows of human life.
It is occupied all through directly with
the highest, gravest subjects, — <leath,
heaven, immortality, resurrection, the
new creation. If the writer's style has
forgone the field of its charming rus-
ticities, yet, struggling with mighty pur-
poses, it becomes as it were even more
picturesque than ever in its brave free-
dom, its bold abruptness. The cardinal
idea of the book may be said to be a
protest against the "Paradise which
frightens one," a Paradise of absorption,
or even of rest, — the " apocryphal Para-
dise" of the painters, of Dante, a
" Chinese scene painted with strange
"figures," as the writer somewhere calls
it. That the soul does not sleep, that
personal identity subsists after death,
that affections are eternal, such are the
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points on which the writer exhausts her
most incisive arguments.
"Who made our affections? God or the
devil ? Forgive me my precision of terms. Now
if God put affections into us Himself; if He
judged His work as good, will He judge it as
bad all of a sudden, on such a day ? He who
endowed the earth with attachments so mighty
and so sweet, could He disinherit heaven of
them ? Easily could He have placed us in an
atmosphere of uniform and I will say tasteless
love, like in all, equal for all, an ocean island-
less and shoreless. He has not done it. Men
have imagined this, not God. %
" Men think monotony great. God finds it
poor. Just take away from man his pre-
ferences. Behold, he loves all things and all
men with identical feelings ; his father no
more nor less than the generality of old men ;
that unknown child quite like his own. Friends
he has none ; or rather you, I, a stranger, the
Grand Turk at need, we are his friends, in
the same degree, in the same manner. This
man is not a man; I see in him arms, legs,;!
discover no heart. And if really he is alive, if
it be not an automaton, I say that loving all
he loves nothing, that I care little for his
general tendernesses, and that I would rather
be the neighbour's cat than his wife or his son.
* * * *
" Yet this is how men settle heaven, these
are the guests with which they people it.
" Oh, how differently God has made it, how
differently He has made man !
" God has created the family, which man
would not have invented, which in the savage
state he annihilates, which in the excesses of
corrupt civilization he ceases to acknowledge,
which most of our philosophies dissolve. God
has strongly bound the sheaf, the man to his
wife, the father to his child. And when with
a word Paul would depict Roman degradation,
he writes, ' Men without natural affections.'
* * * *
" Yes, there are families up yonder, united
by indissoluble links, each loving the other
with a love more solid than earth has known.
No selfishness narrows it, no unfaithfulness
befouls it ; neither does the ambition of power
stifle it, nor the passion of gold dry it up : it
renews itself without ceasing in the worship
of God, and that worship quenches it not, but
makes it shine eternally like itself.
- Yet Jesus has said that in heaven
there is no taking nor giving of women in
marriage.
" Doubtless. Another condition, other rela-
tions. Our earthly marriage has consequences
which future life could not admit of. What is
transitory ceases, what is immortal subsists.
Now Christian love is immortal.
" To convince yourself of this, admit the
contrary for an instant. Represent to your-
self Abraham, that mighty individuality,"
(Oh, Madame de Gasparin !) " without Sarah,
that other individuality," (Oh!) t(so closely
bound to his own. Go a step further ;
imagine Jacob indifferent to Rachel. He
meets her, the gentle beloved, the com-
panion of his pilgrimages, he meets her in
this Paradise of uniform tints. No names
more, no touching memories, no tenderness.
He meets her, and unmoved in eye, unmoved
in thought, he glides beside her. A soul taken'
at haphazard inspires him with the like love.
The mother of Joseph, the mother of Benja-
min, he feels nothing towards her which he
does not feel in the same degree for any other
inhabitant of heaven. Ah ! she whom weeping
he laid on the road to Bethlehem, she remains
there still. Both are dead. The beings whom
in higher regions you call yet Rachel, Jacob,
have nothing in common with the hearts which
burned here below with a love at once so
divine and so human. I recognise them no
more.
» * * *
"Be it so. But with the persistency of the
affections you introduce sorrow into Paradise.
All whom you love, will they have a place
there ? Are you sure of finding them there ?
A father, a child. . . .
" I fall at thy feet, my God ! I fall with a cry
which is an act of faith. Thou wilt save them,
Thou wilt fetch them ; beneath Thy fervent
love all hardening of heart shall melt. If it
should be otherwise ! . . . . My God,* have
pity on me 1 I know that Thou lovest them ;
I know that Thou wilt wipe away my tears ; I
believe with all my soul that Thou wilt not
wipe them away whilst narrowing my heart.
Thou comfurtest by giving; Thou takest
nought away of that which is good, that
which Thyself hast found very good. And
then, behold a mystery : Thyself, 0 God,
from the bosom of Thine immutable felicity,
Ihou seest those that have lost themselves.
Yet Thy Love and Thy Charity remain ; Thou
hast not sacrificed Thy love to Thy felicity.
Veiled harmonies these, but of which I hear
the far off echo.
" What Thy omniscience did for Thee, Thy
compassions will do for me.
"My love shall not die. Struck all along
the road, covered with wounds, not thus shall
I enter the kingdom of God ; bleeding and
maimed. The God before whom despair takes
flight will not chase it away by dispersing to
the four winds the ashes of my recollections.
Indifference shall not cure me of sorrow. My
God has other remedies for suffering which
has just loved.
"My tendernesses will live, Lord, as Thy
love, as Thy tendernesses. Thy heart, Jesus
risen from the dead, is my warrant for my
heart's vitality."
In the earlier pages of her book,
Madame de Gasparin says, that she only
speaks to those whom she terms " the
redeemed," those who have felt their
guilt and their impotency, and have
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fallen at God's feet imploring mercy.
And yet, apart from its scriptural in-
stances, what is the passage I have
quoted but a fervid appeal to the
common humanity of every one of us,
"Jews, Turks, Infidels, and Heretics"
as well as Christians of churches old
and new, state and free, — an appeal
grounded on the nature of Him who
is the Father of all, — a cry to the
heart, in the name of Him who is the
Lord of the hearts of all 1 Indeed, if I
might characterise the " Heavenly Hori-
zons" in two words, I would say that
the essential beauty of the book, as well
as its distinctive characteristic, consists
in its passionate humanity. So much
broader, thank God, is the spirit of man
than the systems in which it seeks to
inclose itself, that the world is filled
with such contradictions, whether in the
writings or in the lives of men. Feel-
ings perpetually overlap dogmas. The
large heart and the narrow doctrine often
quaintly meet in one. A man will
damn you Sunday after Sunday from his
pulpit, who will treat you as the best of
friends when he comes down from it.
And so Madame de Gasparin, professing
only to address "the redeemed," has
illustrated a truth which she ignores, by
speaking to the hearts of all
And now I need hardly point out how
these books, written by the mistress of
a Parisian household, are yet essentially
Swiss-French books, — how they illus-
trate, though with a fervour and a poetry
of style of which Switzerland has sup-
plied no instances since Rousseau, —
that proud and vigorous individualism
of the Swiss race. Here again, then,
we may recognise the influence of that
Swiss element in French thought on
which I have dwelt. Western Switzer-
land is indeed essentially married to
France, as the mountain to the plain;
bracing her with crisp airs, feeding her
streams with snows. But the marriage,
to be healthy and prolific, must be one
not of violence and slavery, but of free
love. There could be few greater moral
curses for France than the trampling
out of that nest of Protestant faith, free
thought, self-reliant manhood, which lies
now on her eastern border, in a fold
of the great central mountain-chain of
Europe.
Nor would the mischief, I suspect,
be less great materially than morally.
Despotism shuts a country more and
more up within itself. Freedom always
overbrims in blessings. The trade and
industry of free Switzerland have accu-
mulated within her narrow limits a vast
amount both of capital and of acquired
skill, by which her neighbours, France
especially, largely profit. Not only is
her industrial ability such, that out of
cotton bought at Liverpool, charged with
all the cost of transit thence, by rail or
river, to the very heart of the continent,
she is able to manufacture certain fabrics
which undersell our own in neighbour-
ing markets ; but she actually supplies
capital to the factories of Eastern France.
Thus, it is well known that, thanks to
commandite, Bale has created Mulhouse.
The same superiority exists, as we pass
into the sphere of handicrafts. Districts,
which in France would send forth only
workers in the coarser kinds of labour,
send them forth in Switzerland in the
finer ; a village which in France would
breed stone-cutters or carpenters, trains
in French Switzerland its watchmakers
or confectioners ; who, if afterwards
they go forth throughout all the world,
yet above all take up their sojourn in
France, and even if not, yet under their
French names generally give France the
credit of their success. No physical
peculiarities of the country suffice to ex-
plain these facts ; they are above all the
fruits of freedom ; they must perish if
that be rooted out. May Switzerland
long retain her own ! May the powers
of Europe, true to their long-pledged
word, suffer no imperial ambition to in-
vade or paralyze it ! May Switzerland
be ever more true to herself, and strong
in the consciousness of her rights, of
her worth in the political fabric, as one
of the very corner-stones of European
peace, remember always that, as the
French proverb says, God helps those
who help themselves !
But helping herself, let her seek help
from God. Let her learn that true
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democracy does not consist in abuse of
momiers, and needs other representatives
than a James Fazy. True it is, that the
God whom her pious men have chiefly
shown to her, is not the one whom she
blindly gropes for. Excessive religious
individualism has too much obscured for
her the divine breadth of the Church.
What Switzerland needs, is to see the
God of Israel, the God of the nation,
behind the God of the single believer. If
the crisis of her independence — as many
signs indicate — is nigh, in that Name
only will she stand, — will she conquer.
THE FAIE AT KEADY.
BY ALEXANDER SMITH.
MY friend, John Penruddock, over in
Ireland, with whom I spent a month
last summer, made a deeper impression
on me than I can telL For years I had
not seen such a man. There was a
reality and honest stuff in him, which,
in living with him and watching his daily
goings on, revealed itself hour by hour,
quite new to me. The people I had
been accustomed to meet, talk with, live
with, were so different. The tendency
of each of these was towards art in one
form or other ; and there was a certain
sadness somehow in the contemplation
of them. They fought and strove bravely,
but like the Old Guard at "Waterloo, it
was brave fighting on a lost field. After
years of toil there were irremediable
defects in that man's picture ; fatal
flaws in that man's book. In all their
efforts were failure and repulse, apparent
to some extent to themselves, plain
enough to me, the passionless looker-on.
That resolute, hopeless climbing of hea-
ven of theirs, was, according to the
mood, a thing to laugh at or a thing to
weep over. With Penruddock, all was
different. What he strove after he ac-
complished. He had a cheerful mastery
over circumstances. All things went
well with him. His horses ploughed
for him, his servants reaped for him, his
mills ground for him successfully. The
very winds and dews were to him helps
and aids. Year after year his crops
grew, yellowed, were cut down, and
gathered into barns, and men fed
thereupon; and year after year there
lay an increased balance at his banker's.
This continual, ever- victorious activity of
his seemed strange to me. We usually
think that poets, painters, and the like,
are finer, more heroical than cultivators
of the ground. But does the production
of a questionable book really surpass in
merit the production of a field of unques-
tionable turnips 1 Perhaps, in the severe
eyes of the gods, the production of a
wooden porringer, watertight and fit for
household uses, is of more account than
the rearing of a tower of Babel, meant
to reach to heaven. Alas ! that so many
must work on these Babel towers ; can-
not help toiling on them to the very
death, though every stone is heaved into
its place with weariness and mortal
pain; though, when the life of the
builder is wasted out on it, it is fit
habitation for no creature, can shelter
no one from rain or winter snow, tower-
ing in the eyes of men a Folly (as the
Scotch phrase it) after alL
Penruddock had promised to take me
to see the fair at Keady a fortnight
before it came off; but was obliged on
the day immediately preceding that
event to leave his farm at Arran-More
on matter of important business. It
was a wretched day of rain, and I began
to tremble for the morrow. After din-
ner the storm abated, and the dull drip-
ping afternoon set in. While a distem-
pered sunset flushed the west, the heavy
carts from the fields came rolling into
the court-yard, the horses' fetlock deep
in clay, and steaming like ovens. Then,
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at the sound of the bell, the labourers
came, wet, weary, sickles hanging over
their arms, yet with spirits merry
enough. These the capacious kitchen
received, where they found supper spread.
It grew dark earlier than usual, and
more silent. The mill-wheel rushed
louder in the swollen stream, and lights
began to glimmer here and there in the
dusty windows. Penruddock had not
yet come. He was not due for a couple
of hours. The tune began to hang
heavily ; so, shipping to my bed, I solved
every difficulty by falling asleep.
The lowing of cattle, the bleating of
sheep, the barking of dogs, and the loud
voices of men in the court-yard beneath,
awoke me shortly after dawn. In the
silence that ensued I again fell asleep,
and was roused at last by the clangour
of the breakfast-bell. When I got up,
the sun was streaming gloriously through
the latticed window ; heaven was all the
gayer and brighter now for yesterday's
gloom and sulky tears, and the rooks
were cawing and flapping cheerfully in
the trees above. When I entered the
breakfast-room, Penruddock was already
there, nothing the worse for his jour-
ney ; and the tea-urn was bubbling on
the table.
At the close of the meal, Tim brought
the dog-cart to the door. Pen glanced
at his watch. " We have hit the time
exactly, and will arrive as soon as Mick
and the cattle." There was an encou-
raging chir-r-r, a flick of the whip, and
in a trice we were across the bridge,
and pegging along the highway at a
great pace.
After proceeding about a Jjule, we
turned into a narrow path which gradu-
ally led us up into a wild irregular
country. Corn-fields, flax-tanks, and
sunny pasture lands, dotted with sheep,
were left behind as up hill we tugged,
and reached at last a level stretch of
purple moor and black peat bog. Some-
times for a mile the ground was black
with pyramids of peat ; at other times
the road wriggled before us through a
dark olive morass, enlivened here and
there with patches of treacherous green ;
the sound of our wheels startling into
flight the shy and solitary birds native
to the region. Ever and anon, too, when
we gained sufficient elevation, we could
see the great waves of the landscape
rolling in clear morning light away to
the horizon; each wave crested with
farms and belts of woodland, and here
and there wreaths of smoke rising up
from hollows where towns and villages
lay hid. After a while the road grew
smoother, and afar the little town of
Keady sparkled in the sun, backed by
a range of smelting furnaces, the flames
tamed by the sunlight, making a restless
shimmer in the air, and blotting out
everything beyond. Beneath us the high
road was covered with sheep and cows,
and vehicles of every description, push-
ing forward to one point ; the hill paths
also which led down to it were moving
threads of life. On the brow of the
hill, just before we began to descend,
John pulled up for a moment. It was
a pretty sight ! A few minutes' drive
brought us into Keady, and such a busy
scene I had never before witnessed.
The narrow streets and open spaces were
crowded with stalls, cattle, and people,
and the press and confusion were so
great that our passage to the inn where
our machine was to be put up was mat-
ter of considerable difficulty. Men, strip-
ped to trousers and shirt, with red hair
streaming in the wind,rushed backwards
and forwards with horses, giving vent at
the same time to the wildest vociferations,
while clumps of sporting gentlemen,
with straws in their mouths, were in-
specting with critical eyes the points of
the animals. Travelling auctioneers set
up their little carts in the streets, and
with astonishing effrontery and power
of lung harangued the crowd on the
worth and cheapness of the articles
which they held in their hands. Beg-
gars were very plentiful, disease and de-
formity their stock-in-trade. Fragments
of humanity crawled about upon crutches.
Women stretched out shrunken arms.
Blind men rolled sightless eyeballs,
blessing the passenger when a copper
tinkled in their iron jugs ; cursing yet
more fervently when disappointed in
their expectation. In one place a melan-
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choly acrobat in dirty tights and faded
tinsel, was performing evolutions with a
crazy chair on a bit of ragged carpet ;
he threw somersaults over it, he stood
upon his head on it, he embraced it
firmly and began spinning along the
ground like a wheel, in which perform-
ance man and chair seemed to lose their
individuality and become one as it were ;
and at the close of every feat he stood
erect with that indescribable curve of
the right hand which should always be
followed by thunders of applause, the
clown meanwhile rolling in ecstasies of
admiration in the sawdust. Alas ! no
applause followed the exertions of the
artist. The tights were getting more
threadbare and dingy. His hollow face
was covered with perspiration, and there
was but the sparsest sprinkling of half-
pence. I threw him half-a-crown, but
it rolled among the spectators' feet, and
was lost in the dust. He groped about
in search of it for some little time, and
then came back to his carpet and his
crazy chair. Poor fellow ! he looked as
if he were used to that kind of thing.
There were many pretty faces among the
girls, and scores of them were walking
about in holiday dresses. Rosy-faced
lasses with black hair and blue eyes sha-
dowed by long, dark eyelashes. How they
laughed, and how sweetly the brogue
melted from their lips in reply to the
ardent blarney of their sweethearts ! At
last we reached an open square, or cross
as it would be called in Scotland, more
crowded, if possible, than the narrow
streets. Hordes of cattle bellowed here.
Here were sheep from the large farms
standing in clusters of fifties and hun-
dreds ; there a clump of five or six with
the widow in her clean cap sitting be-
side them. Many an hour ago she and
they started from the turf hut and the
pasture beyond the hills. Heaven send
her a ready sale and good prices ! In
the centre of this open space great
benches were erected, heaped with eggs,
butter, cheeses, the proprietors standing
behind anxiously awaiting the advances
of customers. One section was crowded
with sweetmeat stalls, much frequented
by girls and their sweethearts. Many a
rustic compliment there had for reply a
quick glance or a scarlet cheek. Another
, was devoted to poultry ; geese stood
about in flocks, bunches of hens were
scattered on the ground, their legs tied
together ; and turkeys, inclosed in wicker
baskets, surveyed the scene with quick
eyes, their wattles all the while burning
with indignation. On reaching the inn,
which displayed for ensign a swan with
two heads afloat on an azure stream, we
ordered dinner at three o'clock, and
thereafter started on foot to where Pen-
ruddock's stock was stationed. It was
no easy matter to force a path ; cows
and sheep were always getting in the
way. Now and then an escaped hen
would come clucking and flapping among
our feet; and once a huge bull, with
horns levelled to the charge, came dash-
ing down the street, scattering every-
thing before him. Finally, we reached
the spot where Mick and his dogs were
keeping watch over the cows and sheep.
" Got here all safe, Mick, I see."
" All safe, sir, not a quarter o' an hour
ago."
" Well, Burdett, I have opened my
shop. We'll see how we get on."
By this time the dealers had gathered
about, and were closely examining the
sheep, and holding whispered consulta-
tions. At length, an excited-looking man
camerunningforward ; plunging his hand
into his breeches pocket, he produced
therefrom half-a-crown, which he slapped
into Penruddock's hand, at the same
time crying out " Ten-and-six a head."
" Fifteen," said John, returning the
coin. "Twelve shillings," said the man,
bringing down the coin with tremendous
energy ; " an' may I niver stir if I'll
give another farthin' for the best sheep
in Keady." " Fifteen," said John,
flinging the half-crown on the ground ;
" and I don't care whether you stir again
or not" By this time a crowd had
gathered about, and the chorus began.
" There isn't a dacenter man than Mr.
Penruddock in the market. I've known
him iver since he came to the counthry."
" Shure an' he is," began another ; " he's
a jintleman every inch. He always
gives to the poor man a bit o' baccy, or
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a glass. Ach, Mr. Loney, he's not the
one to ax you too high a price. Shure,
Mr. Penruddock, you'll come down a
sixpence jist to make a bargain." " Is't
Mr. Loney thafs goin' to buy?" cried a
lame man from the opposite side, and in
the opposite interest. " There isn't sich
a dealer in county Monaghan as Mr.
Loney. Of coorse you'll come down some-
thing, Mr. Penruddock." " He's a rich
one, too, is Mr. Loney," said the lame
man, sidling up to John, and winking in
a knowing manner, " an' a power o' notes
he has in his pocket-book." Mr. Loney,
who had been whispering with his
group a little apart, "and who had again
made an inspection of the stock, re-
turned the second time to the charge.
" Twelve-an'-six," cried he, and again
the half-crown was slapped into Pen-
ruddock's palm. " Twelve-an'-six, an'
not another farthin' to save my sowL"
"Fifteen," said John, returning the
half-crown with equal emphasis ; " you
know my price, and if you won't take
it you can let it stand." The dealer
disappeared in huge wrath, and the
chorus broke out in praises of both. By
this time Mr. Loney was again among
the sheep ; it was plain his heart was
set upon the purchase. Every now and
then he caught one, got it between his
legs, examined the markings on its face,
and tested the depth and quality of its
wool. He appeared for the third time,
while the lame man and the leader of
the opposing chorus seemed coming to
blows, so zealous were they in the
praises of their respective heroes. " Four-
teen," said Mr. Loney, again producing
the half-crown, spitting into his hand
at the same time, as much as to say, he
would do the business now. "Four-
teen," he cried, crushing the half-crown
into Penruddock's hand, and holding it
there. " Fourteen, an' divil a rap more
I'll give." "Fourteen," said John, as
if considering, then throwing back the
coin, " Fourteen-and-six, and let it be
a bargain."
" Didn't I say," quoth John's chorus-
leader, looking round him with an air
of triumph, " didn't I say that Mr. Pen-
ruddock's a jintleman ? Ye see how he
drops the sixpence. I niver saw him
do a mane thing yet. Ach, he's the
jintleman ivery inch, an' that's saying
a dale, consideriii' his size."
" Fourteen-an'-six be it then," said
the dealer, bringing down the coin for
the last time. "An5 if I take the lot
you'll give me two pounds in f my-
self?"
" Well, Loney, I don't care, although
I do," said Penruddock, pocketing the
coin at last. A roll of notes was pro-
duced, the sum counted out, and the
bargain concluded. The next moment
Loney was among the sheep, scoring
some mark or other on their backs with
a piece of red chalk. Penruddock scat-
tered what spare coppers he possessed
among the bystanders, and away they
went to sing the praises of the next
bargain-maker.
Pen turned to me, laughing. " This
is a nice occupation for a gentleman of
respectable birth and liberal education,
is it not?"
" Odd. It is amusing to watch the
process by which your sheep are con-
verted into bank-notes. Does your
friend, Mr. Loney, buy the animals for
himself?"
" Oh, dear no. We must have middle-
men of one kind or another in this
country. Loney is commissioned to pur-
chase, and is allowed so much on the
transaction."
By this time a young handsome fel-
low pushed his horse through the crowd
and approached us. " Good morning,"
cried he to Penruddock. "Any busi-
ness doing?"
" I have just sold my sheep."
"Good price?"
" Fair. Fourteen-and-six."
"Ah, not so bad. These cattle, I
suppose, are yours ? We must try if we
can't come to a bargain about them."
Dismounting, he gave his horse in keep-
ing to a lad, and he and John went off
to inspect the stock.
Business was proceeding briskly on
all sides. There was great higgling as
to prices, and shillings and half-crowns
were tossed in a wonderful manner from
palm to palm. Apparently, no trans-
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action could be transacted without that
ceremony, whatever it might mean.
Idlers were everywhere celebrating the
merits and "dacency" of the various
buyers and sellers. Huge greasy leather
pocket-books of undoubted antiquity,
were to be seen in many a hand, and
rolls of bank-notes were deftly changing
owners. The ground, too, was begin-
ning to clear, and purchasers were
driving off their cattle. Many of the
dealers who had disposed of stock were
taking their ease in the inns. You
could see them looking out of the open
windows ; and, occasionally, a man
whose potations had been early and ex-
cessive went whooping through the
crowd. In a short time John returned
with his friend.
" Captain Broster/' said John, pre-
senting him, " has promised to dine
with us at three. Sharp at the hour,
mind, for we wish to leave early."
" I'll be punctual as clockwork," said
the captain, turning, to look after his
purchases.
We strolled up and down till three
o'clock, and then bent our steps to the
inn, where we found Broster waiting.
In honour to his guests the landlord
himself brought in dinner, and waited
with great diligence. When the table
was cleared we had punch and cigars,
and sat chatting at the open window.
The space in front was tolerably clear of
cattle now, but dealers were hovering
about, standing in clumps, or prome-
nading in parties of twos and threes.
But at this point a new element had
entered into the ssene. It was dinner
hour, and many of the forgemen from
the furnaces above had come down to
see what was going on. Huge, hulk-
ing, swarthy-featured fellows they were.
Welshmen, chiefly, as I was afterwards
told ; who, confident in their strength,
were at no pains .to conceal their
contempt for the natives. They, too,
mingled in the crowd, but the greater
number leaned lazily against the houses,
smoking their short pipes and indulging
in the dangerous luxury of " chaffing "
the farmers. Many a rude wit-combat
was going on, accompanied by roars of
laughter, snatches of which . we occa-
sionally heard. Broster had been in
the Crimea, was wounded at Alma,
recovered, went through all the work
and privation of the first winter of the
siege, got knocked up, came home on
sick leave, and having had enough of it,
as he frankly confessed, took the oppor-
tunity on his father's death, which
happened then, to sell out and settle
as a farmer on a small property to
which he fell heir. He chatted about
the events of the war in an easy, familiar
way, quietly, as if the whole affair had
been a game at football; and when
courage, strength, and splendid pros-
pects were changed by unseen bullet,
or grim bayonet stab, into a rude grave
on the bleak plateau, the thing was
mentioned as a mere matter of course !
Sometimes a comrade's fate met with
an expression of soldierly regret, slight
and indifferent enough, yet with a cer-
tain pathos which no high-flown oration
could reach. For the indifferent tone
seemed to acquiesce in destiny, to con-
sider that disappointment had been too
common in the life of every man during
the last six thousand years to warrant
any raving or passionate surprise at this
time of day ; and that in any case our
ordinary pulse and breath time our
march to the grave ; passion beats the
double-quick, and when it is all over,
there is little need for outcry and. the
shedding of tears over the eternal rest.
In the midst of his talk, voices rose in
one of the apartments below : the noise
became altercation, and immediately
a kind of struggling or dragging was
heard in the flagged passage, and then
a tipsy forgeman was unceremoniously
shot out into the square ; and the inn
door closed with an angry bang. The
individual seemed to take the indignity
in very good part ; along he staggered,
his hands in his pockets, heedless of the
satirical gibes and remarks of his com-
panions, who were smoking beneath our
windows. Looking out, we could see
that his eyes were closed, as if he
scorned the outer world, possessing one
so much more satisfactory within himself.
As he went he began to sing from sheer
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excess of happiness ; the following
stanza coming distinctly to our ears.
"When I was a chicken as "big as a hen,
My mother 'ot me an' I 'ot her agen ;
My father came for to see the r-r-rrowr
So I lifted my fist an I 'ot him a clow."
"I hope that fellow won't come to
grief," said Broster, as the forgeman
lurched through a group of countrymen
intent on a bargain, and passed on
without notice or apology, his eyes
closed, and singing as before,
"Ses my mother, ses she, there's a
peeler at hand."
"By Jove, he's down at last, and
there'll be the devil to pay !" We
looked out : the forgeman was prone in
the dust, singing, and apparently un-
conscious that he had changed his posi-
tion. A party of farmers were standing
around laughing ; one of them had
put out his foot and tripped the forge-
man as he passed. The next moment,
a bare-armed, black-browed hammer-
smith stood out from the wall, and,
without so much as taking' the pipe
from his mouth, felled the dealer at
a blow, and then looked at his com-
panions as if wishing to be informed if
he could do anything in the same way
for them. The blow was a match
dropped in a powder magazine. Alelu !
to the combat. There were shouts and
yells. Insult had been rankling long
in the breasts of both parties. Old
scores had to be paid off". From every
quarter, out of the inns, leaving potheen
and ale, down the streets from among
the cattle, the dealers came rushing to
the fray. The forgemen mustered with
alacrity, as if battle were the breath
of their nostrils. In a few seconds,
the square was the scene of a general
melee. The dealers fought with their
short heavy sticks ; the forgemen had
but the weapons nature gave, but their
arms were sinewed with iron, and every
blow told like a hammer. These last
were overpowered for a while, but the
alarm had already spread to the furnaces
above, and parties of twos and threes
came at a run, and flung themselves in
to the assistance of their companions.
Just at this moment, a couple of con-
stables pressed forward into the mad
yelling crowd. A hammersmith came
behind one, and seizing his arms, held
him, despite his struggles, firmly as in
a vice. The other was knocked over
and trampled under foot. " Good
heavens, murder will be done," cried
Broster, Lifting his heavy whip from
the table. " We must try and put an
end to this disgraceful scene. Will you
join me?" "With heart and soul,"
said Penruddock, " and there is no time
to be lost. Come along, Burdett." At
the foot of the stair we found the land-
lord shaking in every limb. He had
locked the door, and was standing in
the passage with the key in his hand.
" McQueen, we want out ; open the
door."
"Shure, jintlemen, you'r not goin'
just now. You'll be torn to paces if
you go."
" If you won't open the door give me
the key, and I'll open it myself."
The landlord passively yielded :
Broster unlocked the door, and flung
the key down on the flagged passage.
" Now, my lads," cried he to half a
dozen countrymen who were hanging-on
spectators on the skirts of the combat,
and at the same time twisting his whip
lash tightly around his right hand till
the heavily leaded head became a for-
midable we.apon, a blow from which
would be effective on any skull of
ordinary susceptibility ; " Now my lads,
we are resolved to put an end to this,
will you assist us?" The captain's
family had been long resident in the
county, he was himself personal!}'
known to all of them, and a cheerful
"ay, ay," was the response. "Pen-
ruddock, separate them when you can,
knock them over when you can't,
Welshman or Irishman, its quite the
same." So saying, in we drove. Broster
clove a way for himself, distributing
his blows with great impartiality, and
knocking over the combatants like nine-
pins. We soon reached the middle of
the square, where the fight was hottest.
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The captain was swept away in an eddy
for a moment, and right in front of
Penruddock and myself two men were
grappling on the ground. As they rolled
over, we saw that one was the hammer-
smith who had caused the whole affray.
We flung ourselves upon them, and
dragged them up. The dealer with
whom I was more particularly engaged
had got the worst of it, and plainly
wasn't sorry to be released from the
clutches of his antagonist. With his
foe it was different. His slow sullen
blood was fairly in a blaze, and when
John pushed him aside, he dashed at
him and struck him a severe blow on
the face. In a twinkling, Penruddock's
coat was off, while the faintest stream of
blood trickled from his upper lip.
" Well, my man," said he, as he stood
up ready for action, " if that's the game
you mean to play at, I hope to give you
a bellyful before I've done." " Seize that
man, knock him over," said Broster ;
"you're surely not going to fight him,
Penruddock, it's sheer madness ; knock
him over." " I tell you what it is,"
said Penruddock, turning savagely, " you
sha'n't deprive me of the luxury of giv-
ing this fellow a sound hiding." Broster
shrugged his shoulders, as if giving up
the case. By this time the cry arose,
" Black Jem's goin' to fight the gentle-
man," and a wide enough ring was
formed. Many who were prosecuting
small combats of their own desisted,
that they might behold this greater one.
Broster stood beside John. "He's an
ugly mass of strength," whispered he,
"and will hug you like a bear; keep
him well off, and remain cool for Heaven's
sake." "Ready?" said John, stepping
forward. " As a lark i' the mornin',"
growled Jem, as he took up his ground.
The men were very wary, Jem retreat-
ing round and round, John advancing.
Now and then one or other darted out a
blow, but it was generally stopped, and
no harm done. At last the blows went
home ; the blood began to rise. The
men drew closer, and struck with greater
rapidity. They are at it at last, hammer
and tongs. No shirking or flinching
now. Jem's was flowing. He was
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evidently getting severely punished. He
couldn't last long at that rate. He
fought desperately for a close, when a
blinding blow full in the face brought
him to the earth. He got up again like
a madman, the whole bull-dog nature of
him possessed and mastered by fierce,
brutal rage. He cursed and struggled
in the arms of his supporters to get at his
enemy, but by main force they held him
back till he recovered himself. " He'll
be worked off in another round," I heard
Broster whisper in my ear. Ah ! here
they come ! I glanced at John for a
moment as he stood with his eye on his
foe. There was that in his face that
boded no good. The features had har-
dened into iron somehow ; the pitiless
mouth was clenched, the eye cruel. A
hitherto unknown part of his nature re-
vealed itself to me as he stood there.
Perhaps unknown to himself. God help
us, what strangers we are to ourselves !
In every man's nature there is an interior
unexplored as that of Africa, -and over
that region what wild beasts may roam !
But they are at it '. again ; Jem still
fights for a close, and every tune his
rush is stopped by a damaging blow.
They are telling rapidly ; his countenance,
by no means charming at the best, is
rapidly transforming. Look at that
hideously gashed lip ! But he has
dodged Penruddock's left this time,
and clutched, him in his brawny arms.
Now comes the tug of war, skill pitted
against skill, strength against strength.
They breathe for a little in one an-
other's grip, as if summoning every
energy. They are at it now, broad chest
to chest. Now they seem motionless,
but by the quiver of their frames you
can guess the terrific strain going
on. Now one has the better, now
the other, as they twine round each
other, lithe and supple as serpents.
Penruddock yields ! No ! That's a
bad dodge of Jem's. By Jove he loses
his grip. All is over with him. John's
brow grows dark; the veins start out
on it ; and the next moment Black
Jem, the hero of fifty fights, slung over
his shoulder, falls heavily to the ground.
At his fall a cheer rose from the
186 On the Social and Economical Influence of the New Gold.
dealers. " You blacksmith fellows had
better make off," cried Broster ; " your
man has got the thrashing he deserves,
and you can carry him home with you.
I am resolved to put a stop to these
disturbances — there have been too many
of late." The furnace men hung for a
moment irresolute, seemingly half in-
clined to renew the combat, but a for-
midable array of cattle-dealers pressed
forward and turned the scale. They
decided on a retreat. Black Jem, who
had now come to himself, was lifted up,
and, supported by two men, retired
toward the works and dwellings on the
upper grounds, accompanied by his
companions, who muttered many a surly
oath and vow of future vengeance.
When we got back to the inn, John
was very anxious about his face. He
washed, and carefully perused his fea-
tures in the little looking-glass. Luckily,
with the exception of the upper lip
slightly cut by Jem's first blow, no
mark of "the combat presented itself;
at this happy result of his investigations
he expressed great satisfaction — Broster
laughing the meanwhile, and telling
him that he was as careful of his face
as a young lady.
The captain came down to see us off.
The fair was over now, and the little
streets were almost deserted. The
dealers — apprehensive of another de-
scent from the furnaces — had hurried
off as soon as their transactions could
in any way permit. Groups of villagers,
however, were standing about the doors
discussing the event of the day ; and
when Penruddock appeared he became,
for a quarter of an hour, an object of
public interest for the first time in his
life, and so far as he has yet lived, for
the last ; an honour to which he did
not seem to attach any particular value.
We shook hands with the captain ;
then, at a touch of the whip, the
horse started at a gallant pace, scatter-
ing a brood of ducks in all directions ;
and in a few minutes, Keady, — with its
white-washed houses and dark row of
furnaces, tipped with tongues of flame,
pale and shrunken yet in the lustre of
the afternoon, but which would rush out
wild and lurid when the evening fell, —
lay a rapidly dwindling speck behind.
ON THE SOCIAL AND ECONOMICAL INFLUENCE OF THE
NEW GOLD.
. . . • * - - - \ \
BY HENRY FAWCETT.
IT is very important to arrive at some
definite opinion on a subject which has
been so much confused.
I wish to direct attention to three dis-
tinct series of effects which have been
produced by the new gold.
Firstly. The substance which is by
so many nations adopted as a medium
of exchange has been augmented in
quantity.
Secondly. The new gold has influ-
enced the wealth and the social condi-
tion of the countries in which it has
been discovered.
Thirdly. Great Britain has been
affected by this change in the social and
material condition of one of her most
important colonies.
When it was found in 1851 that Aus-
tralia and California would each year
supply nearly 30,000, OOOZ. of gold, or,
in other words, at least four times as
much as all other gold mines had annu-
ally yielded before, it was supposed that
gold would rapidly decline in value to
the extent of at least twenty-five per cent.
The best authorities now agree that this
decline has not as yet occurred. I will,
in the first place, state the reasons
which justify this supposition, and then
explain in what manner the increased
gold has been absorbed, and its value
been maintained. An inductive proof
of a change in the value of gold requires
data which cannot be obtained, for a
comparison of general prices during the
On the Social and Economical Influence of the New Gold. 187
last ten years will not afford a sufficient
proof. Thus the average price of wheat
is lower now than then. The value of
gold compared with wheat has risen ;
but how erroneous would it be thence
to conclude that its general value had
risen ! Wheat has declined in price
because it can be imported cheaply from
other countries. On the other hand, the
price of meat and dairy produce has of
late risen considerably. This rise in
price we know is partly due to the in-
creasing wants of an advancing popu-
lation, and especially to the increased
consumption of a more numerous and
better paid labouring class ; but although
we know this, we cannot assert that the
rise in the price of such produce has not
been augmented by a fall in the general
value of gold. Manifestly such com-
parisons avail nothing. The price of
silver will afford the most important
evidence. Silver and gold have been
adopted as the general media of ex-
change because they are liable to little
change in their value. The value of
these metals, like agricultural produce,
is determined by the cost of obtaining
them under the most unfavourable cir-
cumstances. Therefore their value is not
altered, unless the current rate of profit in
a country falls, and renders it profitable
to work worse mines than those already
worked; or, on the other hand, rises,
and renders it no longer profitable to
work these worse mines. Where com-
modities are employed in industrial
occupations, the demand is variable ;
their value depends upon the demand ;
and this value constantly tends to obtain
that position of stable equilibrium when
the supply equals the demand. But the
quantity of gold and silver which is
used for industrial purposes is compara-
tively very insignificant ; and when a
substance is used merely as a medium of
exchange, the demand is always exactly
equal to the supply ; the aggregate
supply determines the value, and the
value in a cross way regulates the
supply, because the supply must give
such a value as will cause the current
rate of profit to be obtained in the worst
mines. If, therefore, within the last ten
years no silver mines of exceptional
richness have been discovered, and the
worse mines which were then worked are
worked now, it affords strong evidence
that nothing has occurred to affect the
value of silver. If, therefore, gold
has declined in value twenty-five per
cent, silver estimated in gold would
have increased twenty-five per cent, in
price. But it has not increased five per
cent. This, I believe, affords important
evidence that the general value of gold
has not yet declined. For some years
up to 1840 our exports and imports had
steadily increased. About that time the
progress seemed to have ceased, for from
1840 to 1846 our exports remained at the
stationary point of about 50,000,000^.
per annum. The fettered energy of the
country seemed to have achieved its
utmost. Free trade and the repeal of
the navigation laws unloosed these
fetters, and then the country started on a
career of the most extraordinary progress.
Our exports in nine years advanced from
50,000,0002. to 115, 000,0002. In 1847,
475,000,000 Ibs. of cotton were im-
ported; in 1856 more than 1,000,000,000
Ibs. This increased commerce stimu-
lates the accumulation of capital ; the
wage-fund of the country is augmented,
and wages, especially in the manufac-
turing districts, obtain a very decided
rise. Free trade also cheapens many of
the prime necessaries of life, and much
more can therefore be spared for luxu-
ries. No luxury is more prized by the
poor than tea ; and hence we find that
only 50,000,000 Ibs. of tea were im-
ported in 1850, but that 86,000,000 Ibs.
were imported in 1856. In Europe,
during the last few years, there has been
a great failure of the silk crop. China
has been resorted to ; and thus, while
only 1,700,000 Ibs. of silk were imported
in 1850, more than 4,000,000 Ibs. were
imported in each of the years 1,854,
1855. The plodding industry of the
Chinese enables them to supply this in-
creased tea and silk; but, surrounded
with all the prejudices which have re-
sulted from an isolation of two thousand
years, we can induce them to take no use-
ful commodities in return. They will be
o 2
188 On the Social and Economical Influence of the New Gold.
paid in silver, and we are thus obliged
to adjust the balance of trade by a large
annual exportation of silver. Nothing
can be more anomalous than our present
commercial relations with China. The
figures which have just been quoted
show that the present commercial pro-
gress of Great Britain is perhaps most
strikingly exhibited by the advancing
demand for Chinese products. Our
imports from that country are year by
year increasing in quantity and in value,
and yet our exports to that country
diminish rather than increase. About
1844 the value of our exports averaged
2,000,OOOJ» Of late years they have
scarcely averaged 1,000,000?., and, small
as is our export trade to China, it is
large in comparison with that of other
countries. Thus the annual exports of
the United States to China do not ex-
ceed 300,000^., and the exports which
are sent from the Continent are still
more insignificant. Great Britain con-
sequently becomes, to a great extent,
the emporium of Eastern produce. The
products of the East are brought to
England, and then again are distributed
not only over the continent of Europe,
but even over Canada and the United
States ; and the settlement of the
balances of the Indian and Chinese
trade is made through England for the
civilized world. Until 1850 the adjust-
ment of this commerce required the
export of only a small amount of silver
'to the East ; but a drain then com-
menced, which has advanced with steady
rapidity, and in 1856 this country alone
exported to the East the enormous sum
of 14,500,OOOZ. of silver. The silver
coinage of France has, to a great extent,
supplied this silver. 45,000,000^. have
been thus abstracted from her silver
coinage in six years, from 1852 — 1858.
Gold has supplied its place. The ab-
sorption of so much gold in this way
has induced M. Chevalier, in his work
" On the probable Fall in the Value of
Gold," so admirably translated by Mr.
Cobden, to describe France as a para-
chute, which has retarded the fall in the
value of gold. France has supplied so
much silver —
Firstly. Because of the large amount
of silver coinage she formerly possessed ;
and
Secondly. Because, unlike us, she has
a double standard. Any slight variation
in the fixed relative values of these two
metals will induce all payments to be
made in one of these metals alone.
Every extension of credit enables a cer-
tain amount of the circulating medium
to be dispensed with ; and it is probable
that our vastly increased commerce and
trade has required little, if any greater
quantity of the circulating medium for
all those transactions which may be
described as wholesale ; but, as I have
before observed, a great increase in the
national capital must have accompanied
this commercial progress. The wage-
fund is a component part of this capital
Wages are almost always paid in coin.
This points to another way in which
much of the new gold has been ab-
sorbed. The possibility of accounting
for the absorption of the new supplies
of gold, confirms the opinion that its
value has not yet declined. But the
fact that there has been no reduction,
proves that gold would have greatly
risen in value had not these supplies
been forthcoming. The rise, too, would
have been sudden, and therefore most
serious. The conditions of every rnonied
contract would be altered, the national
debt would be a more severe burden,
and the extension of our commerce with
the East would meet with the most
difficult obstacle.
"When feudal Europe ripened into
commercial Europe, the gold of America
was discovered ; and now that- free trade
has inaugurated a new social and com-
mercial era, the gold of Australia and
California is ready at hand to aid the
progress.
M. Chevalier asserts that henceforth
the value of gold will rapidly decline at
least fifty per cent. I regard this as a much
too confident prophecy. The wage-fund
of most countries is increasing, in some
cases most rapidly. This will absorb a
great deal of gold. Our commerce with
the East is so anomalous, that prophecies
seem to me to be ' useless. Every year
On the Social and Economical Influence of the New Gold. 189
there is a constantly greater quantity of
Eastern produce required, and therefore
this increased commerce will very soon
annually absorb, instead of 14,000,000^.
of specie, 20,000,000^, unless some great
change in the habits of the Chinese in-
duces them to consume more European
commodities. On such a point who •will
hazard a prediction 1 Thus, in a few
years, the East will absorb all the silver
of the West. Shall we then be able to
induce the Chinese to take gold as
readily as they do now silver ? There
is another consideration which seems to
me to be not sufficiently noticed. A
change in the value of gold always gene-
rates a counteracting force, whose ten-
dency is to restore the metal to its former
value. Suppose the supplies of gold con-
tinue to be the same as they are now,
and that after a certain time gold de-
clines in value. Gold-digging is not — I
may say, cannot be — permanently more
profitable than other employments. Di-
rectly a decline in the value of gold
takes place, gold-digging will to many
become less profitable than other labour.
They will therefore cease to dig ; this
will diminish the aggregate supply of
gold, and this diminution will tend to
restore its value. I will now proceed
to explain in what way the gold dis-
coveries have assisted the advance of
Australia. Production has three requi-
sites : —
Firstly. Appropriate natural agents.
Secondly. Labour to develop the re-
sources of nature.
Thirdly. This labour must be sus-
tained by the results of previous labour,
or in other words, by capital.
Long previous to 1848 the great
natural resources of Australia were
known, vast tracts of fertile land had
been explored, and her climate had
been pronounced healthy. There was an
overplus of labour in our own country,
and much additional capital would have
been at once accumulated had an eligible
investment presented itself. Little
labour and capital were, however, ap-
plied in Australia, and her advance w«,s
slow. We know the discovery of gold
changed all this ; let us then seek the
secret of the change. Previous to the
gold discoveries, the chief field for the
investment of capital was agriculture.
In a young country farming operations
meet with many obstacles. The stock
and implements are expensive, no steady
supply of labour can be ensured; and
without the investment of a great deal
of capital in roads, and other such works,
produce can with difficulty be brought to
market ; and when it is brought, the de-
mand is uncertain. The same consider-
ations apply to manufactures, and also
to general mining operations ; for lead,
copper, and iron mines require most ex-
pensive machinery, and a large co-opera-
tion of labour. This explains the usual
slow progress of colonies, even when
they offer the greatest industrial advan-
tages. But as soon as it was heard that
gold was spread over a large breadth
of the Australian continent, thousands
flocked to share the spoil. They only
took the simplest tools ; they needed no
capital, but just sufficient food to sup-
port them while labouring ; and each
one felt that he could work indepen-
dently, and risk nothing more than his
labour and his passage-money. Aus-
tralia, having thus suddenly obtained an
abundance of manual labour, possessed
two of the requisites of production ; the
third, capital, was quickly supplied to
her. The savings of the gold-diggers
formed a large capital, and English
capital now flowed in even too broad a
stream to supply the wants of this
labouring population. Australia for a
time suffered much inconvenience, be-
cause gold-digging absorbed much of
the labour which had been previously
applied to other employments ; not that
more was earned in this pursuit than in
others, but there is a magic spell in
the name of gold. Gold-digging has
the excitement of a lottery, and the
chances of a lottery are always esti-
mated at more than their true value.
After a time, other pursuits absorbed a
due proportion of labour, and thus Aus-
tralia possessed every attribute of indus-
trial success, and her future prosperity
was established.
About 1848, England was suffering
190 On the Social and Economical Influence of the New Gold.
from those ills which political economy
attributes to over population. Wages
•were becoming lower, and increasing
population necessarily made food more
expensive. Ireland had famine, and
we had most deplorable distress. I
have mentioned that the discovery of
gold acted more powerfully than any
other circumstance to induce a large
emigration from Great Britain. Any
decrease in the number of those who
seek employment must cause a rise of
wages, but emigration from a country
like our own effects even a more im-
portant advantage. I have before ob-
served that the price of agricultural
produce at any time must be such as
will return the ordinary rate of profit to
the worst land in cultivation. If, there-
fore, the wants of an advancing popu-
lation cause more land to be brought
into cultivation, the food which is thus
raised involves a greater expenditure
of labour and capital than that which
was before produced, and thus as popu-
lation advances food becomes dearer.
In a thickly peopled country there are
two obstacles to the material prosperity
of the poor : —
Firstly. The number of those com-
peting for employment reduces wages.
Secondly. Food rises in value as it
becomes necessary to strain the resources
of the fertile land.
Emigration, therefore, has increased
not only the monied wages, but the real
wages of our labourers. In some of
our colonies, such as Canada, so little of
the fertile land has been cultivated,
that for some time the greater the im-
migration is to those parts, the more
abundant will be the supply of cheap
food which will be exported to our own
country. Emigration therefore, as it
were, adds a tract of fertile land to our
own soil. Again, labour is remunerated
from capital. The amount saved, or in
other words, the capital which is ac-
cumulated, is regulated by the returns
which this capital will obtain. If popu-
lation is stationary, and capital increases,
wages will rise and profits will fall ;
if, on the other hand, capital increases,
the rate of profit will fall. Can we
affirm anything with certainty about the
tendency of profits, when capital and
population both increase 1 Any aug-
mentation in the numbers of the
labourers must exercise an influence to
reduce wages, and therefore to raise pro-
fits. But there is another consideration.
In a thickly peopled country like Great
Britain, the returns of the Registrar-
General plainly indicate that the increase
of population amongst the labouring class
is determined by the expense of living,
for the number of marriages invariably
increases or decreases as food is cheap
or dear. Such being the case, there is
always a portion of the labouring class
whose wages are very little more than
sufficient to provide them with the
necessaries of life. Such wages I will
describe as minimum wages. Since we
have seen that an increasing popula-
tion must always have a tendency to
make food dearer, these minimum wages
must, from this cause, have a constant
tendency to rise.
This acts as a counteracting force to
reduce profits. We can now attribute
another important influence to emigra-
tion. It raises wages by reducing the
number of the labouring class ; but
since, as I have said, it adds a tract of
fertile land to our own soil, it cheapens
food, and since cheap food prevents a
reduction in the rate of profit, there
will be a greater inducement to save.
The capital of the country will from
this cause become augmented, and there
will be therefore a larger fund to be
distributed amongst the wage-receiving
population. When emigration is thus
considered, its vast social and economical
importance can be understood. Mr. J.
S. Mill, who, perhaps more than any
other person, has systematically thought
upon the means to ameliorate the con-
dition of the poor, emphatically insists,
that it is necessary to make a great
alteration in the condition of, at least,
one generation — to lift one generation,
as it were, into a different state of
material comfort.
He attributes little good to slight
improvements in the material prosperity
of the poor, because, unless accompanied
The Volunteer's Catechism, with a Few Words on Butts.
191
with a change in their social habits, the
advantage is sure, as it were, to create
its own destruction, by encouraging an
increase of population. It seems that
there can be no agency so powerful as
emigration to effect a decided change in
the material condition of the poor. I
therefore regard the discovery of gold
to be of the utmost social value to
England, for it has been so potent an
agent to induce emigration, that it has
caused Australia in ten years to advance
from a settlement and become a nation,
with all the industrial appliances of the
oldest and most thriving commercial
community.
THE VOLUNTEERS CATECHISM,
BY T. HUGHES, CAPTAIN COMMANDING 10TH MIDDLESEX ;
WITH A FEW WOEDS ON BUTTS,
BY J. C. TEMPLEB, CAPTAIN COMMANDING 18lH MIDDLESEX, "HARROW RIFLES."
WHY are we volunteering? What's the
meaning of it all 1 What is it that is
making noblemen, and men of fortune,
and lawyers, and merchants, and trades-
men, and clerks, and artisans, give up
their usual pursuits, sacrifice their
leisure hours (often few enough, Heaven
knows), and incur trouble, and expense,
and drudgery, that they may acquire the
manual and platoon exercises, be able to
hit a target at 200 yards, and know how
to form open column, and to wheel into
line?
It is high time for us all to be asking
ourselves seriously, what we do mean?
whether we have any meaning at all in
the matter? For, either the nation is
drifting into a gigantic piece of tom-
foolery, of uniform- wearing, and swash-
bucklerism, and playing at soldiers,
which will last for a summer or two, and
then be quietly extinguished, with the
approval of all rational men, never to be
revived again in our day; or she is
rousing herself to undertake seriously
one of the hardest tasks which she can
set herself, and yet one which, success-
fully accomplished, will yield results,
the worth whereof no living English-
man can estimate.
On the surface of our volunteering
there are signs which might lead a
casual observer to the tom-fpolery belief.
We hear of absurd persons going about,
arrayed in sashes or sidearms to which
they have no right ; the Government
has even had, at the request of the
commanders of corps, to issue notices
and prohibitions against such. In one
quarter, distressed and distressing volun-
teers are whining in the cheap papers
that the Guards don't salute them ; an-
other set are blustering that their un-
happy rank is not recognised at Court,
and threatening an ungrateful Sove-
reign with the withdrawal of their
services as a penalty for her want of ap-
preciation. The uniform question has
attained a melancholy importance ; there
has been much childishness shown in
the choosing of officers. Nevertheless,
on the whole, he who drew from such,
surface-signs the torn-foolery conclusion
would be mistaken.
Let any man go to a parade of Volun-
teers, and just look at the rank and file,
and he will be convinced. They are as
a rule men, and not boys ; full-grown
men, with professions and trades to
work at, and families to support, or, at
any rate, bread to earn for themselves.
There is, probably, not one in five of
them who has got over the feeling of
dismay, bordering on disgust, which
comes on him, whenever he finds him-
self walking about the streets in a uni-
form ; not one in a hundred Avho has
not other pursuits to which he would
rather give the time which volunteering
swallows up ruthlessly. To many the
192 The Volunteer s Catechism, with a Few Words on Butts.
time is a serious pecuniary sacrifice.
And yet they come time after time, and
work undeniably well while they are at
it, and bear meekly in the streets the
frequent " Who shot the dog ?" and " As
you were," of the youthful Cockney.
You believe, then, that enough Eng-
lishmen are downright in earnest about
volunteering to make it a serious na-
tional movement 1 Yes. Then be good
enough to refer to the question put at
the head of this paper, " What do these
Englishmen who are downright in ear-
nest mean by it all ? "
A good many of us, perhaps, have
hardly had time to answer that ques-
tion to ourselves ; our volunteering time
has been so well filled, what with
goose step, and squad drill, and manual
and platoon drill, and position and
bayonet drill, and battalion drill, and
skirmishing drill, and these last abomi-
nably moist parade days in the parks, —
not to mention bye-days of what we may
call foreign service on Putney Heath
or the Scrubbs. However, let us see.
Of course not one of us means just the
same thing as his rear file, or right-hand
man, or any other man of his corps.
The pivot man of the right section, No. 1,
means that he for his part hopes some
day to fight a Zouave ; while he of the
left, No. 2, desires mainly an appetite for
dinner. Nevertheless, to a considerable
extent we do all mean the same thing.
There are a certain number of objects
which we all aim at, though some care
most to hit one, and some another.
What, for instance ?
Well, first and foremost, we mean
that English homes are to be made abso-
lutely, and beyond all question, safe.
Love and reverence for home, for our
women and children, for roof-tree and
hearth ; upon that we found ourselves
before all. That, many of us may be-
lieve, perhaps, to be at the bottom of all
true fighting, and of all true preparation
for fighting ; whatever war-cry or banner
may be in the air, all true fighting must,
we should hold, base itself somehow on
this, or be wild, mad work, — probably,
devil's work. No need to dwell on this
part of our meaning. Has not our lau-
reate gathered it all into eight deathless
lines : —
Thy voice he hears in rolling drums
That beat to battle where he stands,
Thy face across his fancy comes
And gives the battle to his hands ;
One moment, while the trumpets blow,
He sees his brood around thy knee ;
The next, like fire he meets the foe,
:And strikes him dead for thine and
thee."
Then again, we mean that we are tho-
roughly and fairly sick of invasion
panics — that in this last twelve years
we have several tunes been eating our
hearts out in shame and rage at seeing
our great country whipped into wild
terror by wild talk in the newspapers ;
and that we don't want to stand much
more of this sort of thing. We mean
something more, too, than being done
with panics, — we mean that we want
our Governments to steer a straight and
steady course through the tangled drift-
weed and icebergs of the ocean of modern
politics : insulting no one, cringing to no
one ; but standing faithfully and sternly
by every righteous cause and every
righteous man. They have not always
done this of late; we have seen the
weak bullied and the strong flattered,
and have not enjoyed the sight. And
now, when all old forms < >f national and
social life in Europe are pitching in the
heavy rising sea, ready to break from
their moorings, and drift no man know-
eth where, we want to see our country
an ark to which all eyes may turn, and
which will lend help to all who need it
and deserve it, — " A refuge from the
" storm, a shadow from the heat, and the
" blast of the terrible ones." This she
may be, this she ought to be, — this she
can never be unless our Governments
feel that they have a nation behind
them on whom they can rely. England
will want her whole strength in the
times that are coming. We Volunteers
mean that she shall have it ready for
use in the most telling form ; and we
believe that volunteering is the way to
help her to it, and the only way.
The Volunteer s Catechism, with a Few Words on Butts. 193
Again, we mean that, all in good time,
we want the Army Estimates lowered,
and that we don't see our way to it
except through effectual and permanent
volunteering.
Again, notwithstanding the many
noble efforts at social reform in the last
twelve years, there is no denying that
classes in England are still standing
lamentably apart. The difficulty of find-
ing a common standing-ground, anything
in which we may all work together and
take our pastime together ; where we can
stand shoulder to shoulder, and man to
man, each counting for what he is worth ;
the peer without condescending, and the
peasant without cringing, is almost as
great as ever. Here, in volunteering, we
think we have found what may, when
rightly handled, do much towards filling
up this gap, — a common subject of in-
terest, a bond which may in the end
bind the nation together again in many
other ways besides teaching us men how
to form rallying squares, and prepare to
receive cavalry side by side.
Again, we mean that, to the best of
our belief, steady volunteering will make
individual Englishmen healthier of body,
stronger and steadier of hand, quicker
of eye, prompter in action, and more
generally alert and intelligent than they
are at present.
This is not all we mean, but may
suffice for the present. And now to pass
to another side of the subject.
As you are so bent on volunteering,
Avhere do you mean to stop? Definite
aims are desirable things : now, what are
you volunteers going to be content with ]
Will 200,000, with 40,000 or 50,000
marksmen among them, do ? Will
500,000, with 100,000 marksmen, do ?
We shall have, no doubt, to put up
with much less than we like, even if all
things go well and smoothly (which
they most assuredly won't); but if it
conies to talking of being content, we
shall be content with this and nothing
less : We shall be content when it shall
be held to be a slur on an adult English-
man if he does not know the use of
arms, and the ordinary drill of a sol-
dier. We shall be content when the
nation is armed and drilled, when every
man shoulders musket once a week or
so, as much as a matter of course as he
puts on a decent coat on Sunday morn-
ings. That is what will satisfy us as
respects numbers.
As respects proficiency, we shall be
content when our corps are equal to
any troops in the world that have never
seen actual service — when Lord Clyde,
or General Mansfield, or our own In-
spector-General, declares that he would
as soon go into action with us as with
any troops he ever saw, who had not
smelt powder. Why not 1 What is to
hinder it ? The short experience we
have had proves that we are already
treading on the heels of the regulars, if
we don't beat them, in shooting. Surely,
with a little resolution, and steady prac-
tice, we can learn our drill as well as
any of them. Eemember, we are only
nine months old or so. What may we
not hope in nine years' time 1
Fine talk, my dear Sirs, fine talk ; but
wouldn't it be better to draw it a little
milder, and then people won't laugh so
loud at your failures, which are sure to
come. To which we reply in the words
of good old George Herbert —
" Faint not in spirit ; he who aims the
sky
" Shoots higher far than he who
means a tree."
And so we leave our doubting friends*
with the assurance that no amount of
sage or sneering advice, cold water, or
inextinguishable laughter shall hinder us
from going as near this mark as we can.
The only chance of getting near it at all
is to start with the resolution to be
content with nothing short of thorough
success. A low standard will make no
good men : we hope to pull up to a very-
high one ; in any case, hit or miss, we
refuse to square our hopes and cut down
our practice to suit a low one.
But let no one suppose that Volun-
teers are not aware of the enormous
difficulty of the work they have to do.
We have all felt something of it already,
and shall soon feel more of it. Just
now, no doubt, volunteering is at flood
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tide for the year 1860. We have been
reviewed by her Majesty, and rather
imagine that we have done ourselves
credit. We are just going to shoot at
the great national meeting, started,
organized, and carried through, entirely
by some of the leading Volunteers of
the kingdom. We look forward shortly
to our great sham-fighting, but not
sham-working, field-day of the season ;
when we hope to exhibit prodigies of
valour and intelligence, under the com-
mand of Volunteer brigadiers, but also
under the approving and envious eyes
of generals and colonels of the regulars.
There will be a very different state of
things when the next number of this
Magazine appears. The volunteering
appetite will then be beginning to lose
its edge, and the up-hill work will be
at hand. Enthusiasm will be cool-
ing ; very possibly we shall be having
small musters, careless drills, lots of
withdrawals, and wiseacres will be say-
ing, "We always told you how it
would be."
Very well — we expect that it will be
so ; we accept it, but we don't mean to be
beat by it. The question will be then,
how is it to be met 1 How are we to
pull through the slack water so as to
hold our corps together to make play
again the moment the tide turns. That
question will, no doubt, be pressing
upon us soon, and will require practical
consideration. Meantime, let Volunteers
rejoice in the flood-tide. " Sufficient
to the day is the evil thereof." We
will utter nothing like the ghost of
a croak just now. We shall better
occupy ourselves by making these pages
the means of imparting to others the
experience we have been able to gather
on the several subjects of interest and
importance that have yet to be settled,
and we can assure our readers that we
do so in no pedantic spirit, but in the
hope of aiding our brother Volunteers to
avoid the mistakes and errors that we
have ourselves committed.
First in the list of subjects that press
for immediate solution is that of prac-
tice ranges for rifle shooting. Some
companies of early formation are still
without them ; some have but short dis-
tances ; while others, holding as mere
tenants at will, on sufferance, are unwil-
ling to incur the necessary expenses in
erecting a butt on such uncertain tenures.
A really good range should satisfy the
following conditions : It should be 1,000
yards in length by 10 yards in width ;
it should be level, or nearly so, along its
entire distance ; it should intersect no
rights of way, and none should cross its
line of direction for 1,500 yards from
the back of the targets, unless the ground
rises and forms a natural bar to the
flight of the bullet ; it should be readily
accessible to the members of the corps,
and therefore as central as possible with
respect to head-quarters ; it should all
be held of one lessor, who should also
possess the land as well at the sides as
at the back of the butt : in addition,
there should also be spaces for the
marker's butt or mantlet, and for a shed
for shelter. The course, if it may be so
• called, would be not unlike the half-mile
gallop at Newmarket. We are aware the
conditions we have mentioned are rarely
to be met with ; but where they do com-
bine, they constitute a first-rate range,
presenting the- grand features of safety
with the constant means of practice. On
such a ground, a substantial brick butt,
with proper buttresses, 30 feet wide by
20 feet high, with earth- work faced with
turf up to 12 feet high, and amply suffi-
cient for a single company, might be
erected for about SQL ; and, including
marker's butt and a timber-built shed,
for 1001. over all, — and in proportion
for a larger erection. In some places an
earth-work altogether might be more
cheaply constructed, and, where so, it is
the best, and in others a fascine or faggot-
butt, and some have tried oak faced with
iron ; but, as a general rule, the brick
wall (14 inch work is enough) will be
found the most economical, and it gives
that impression of permanency which
of all things at present it is so desir-
able to create. There it stands fixed
and demonstrative against all cavillers
of the success of the first effort — a
monument of the hearty good- will and
patriotism of the present generation;
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the point around which larger efforts in
the same direction may centre in future,
should the necessity arise. It is not
until every village in England contains
its rifle-practice range, that the Volun-
teer system will be established without
fear of relapse; and we sincerely trust
that the present summer will witness
the erection of good and substantial
butts in every part of the country.
Now it will be found that in most
neighbourhoods but one such range as we
have described could be selected : 1,000
yards is a long stretch of land, and
when 1,500 more is added to it, it taxes
the capacities of a country, as any engi-
neer, or follower of hounds, will tell you.
Harford Bridge Flat, which tried the
speed and bottom of the Quicksilver
Mail or Exeter Telegraph teams in the
old coaching tunes, was unique in its
way ; and, passing by the other conditions
as more or less attainable, it follows as a
trule, that in any particular district there
is but one best range, and it becomes an
object of the greatest importance to the
volunteer corps to obtain it.
We will throw out of consideration
the cases of those fortunate companies
that are placed near some friendly pro-
prietor, who at once accommodates them
with all that can be wished for, as these
form but a small percentage of the whole,
and we will deal with those less happily
circumstanced, who are in view of the
promised land, but are denied the access,
and have to conduct the hard negotiation
with lukewarm or unfriendly occupiers,
who would fain repeat the story of the
railways, and exact almost fabulous prices
for acreage and accommodation. 1,000
yards multiplied by 10, gives 2 A. OR. 10p.
— and allowing 3 OP. more for mantlet
and shed, two acres and a quarter is all
that is required, and 10?., or, at the
most, 15?. an acre, should be a fair com-
pensation : but little real injury is done ;
no fencing is required, and the occupier
has the herbage if the land is in grass.
The following simple form of agreement
is all that is necessary between the par-
ties ; of course, any special terms inci-
dent to particular cases may be added,
but in ordinary cases, and for getting on
comfortably together, the simpler the
agreement the better : —
" Date [say 24th June, I860]. Agree-
" ment between A. B. [the occupier] and
" C. D. [the captain of the company], as
" follows :
"1. The said A. B. lets, and the
"said C. D. takes, at 221. 10s. yearly
" rent, the use of the plot marked off
" by white posts from the closes No. 4,
" 5, and 6 [as the case may be], in the
" parish map of [name of parish], and
" containing 2A. IB., the rent to be paid
" quarterly, and first on the 29th of
" September next.
" 2. The said plot is to be used as a
" Rifle Practice Range for the
" Volunteers, and such other corps or
" persons as they may permit, and may
"be excavated, and all necessary erec-
" tions and earth- works made and placed
" thereon for that purpose.
" 3. The said A, B. may use the said
"plot for any purpose not interfering
" with the said C. D.'s uses, but shall not
" be compensated for any injury to crops
"occasioned by such uses, nor permit
" any rifle practice on the plot without
" the said C. D.'s sanction : injuries to
" live stock to be compensated for."
(Signed) " A. B.
"C. D."
A copy should be signed by each party,
and the stamp will be in proportion to
the rent. See the stamp tables.
And here it will be proper to call
attention to the false position in which
corps and companies are placed by the
conditions of acceptance of offers of ser-
vice in the memorandum issued by the
"War Office, and which are enforced
through the medium of the lords-lieu-
tenant of counties. By the 2d condition
— " Before giving his sanction for the
" formation of any rifle corps, the Secre-
" tary of State will require that safe
" ranges for rifle practice be obtained of
"not less than 200 yards — this being
" the minimum of any practical utility."
The words are be obtained. It is clear
that this requirement is entirely out of
place as a condition precedent, — it should
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be assumed, in aid of the formation of
rifle companies, that safe ranges for rifle
practice, of not less than 200 yards, are
obtainable in any neighbourhood ; and
if supervision for the protection of the
public is necessary, the check should
come in its proper time, and not be ap-
plied until the men are ready to begin
shooting with ball-cartridge. In its
regular sequence it should stand side by
side with the recent War Office circular,
which enjoins officers commanding not
to permit ball- practice until the members
have obtained the certificate of the in-
spector appointed by Government. There
are plenty of difficulties to be overcome
by the promoters of a volunteer rifle
company on the threshold of the un-
dertaking, without having impossible
conditions imposed on them ; and that
this is impossible, if it be construed
strictly, is clear, for all that can be
assumed at the tune it is insisted on is,
that there is a reasonable expectation
that a particular range, of which the
inspection is invited, can be had. At
this point of time, there are no parties
to bind : the captain, with whom the
legal contract can alone be made, is not
appointed ; the committee of manage-
ment, or whoever is promoting the effort,
can only say to the occupier of the
land, if we succeed in forming a corps,
we will take such a range from you
on such terms, — to which the occupier
assents. All, however, is inchoate, in-
complete, and prospective ; it is sure
to be weeks, and it may be months, be-
fore the time conies when the need of
the range arises ; in the interim, the mere
passage of time may work changes in
the position or will of the parties that
may prevent the carrying out the origi-
nal proposal ; fresh terms may become
necessary, and a fresh status induced.
It requires but a glance to see the false
position the corps stands in all this
time ; they have been formed on the
faith of a condition they may be unable
to fulfil, and when the time comes,
should the arrangement fall through,
they are a company without a range, its
having been obtained being the condition
of their very existence. And the ano-
maly is rendered the more striking by
the fact, ihat the subsequent breach of
the condition does not suspend the com-
pany; and so, while they cannot form
without a range, they can continue with-
out one ; and, as soon as they can obtain
the promise of another, they can invite
a fresh inspection, which is ordered as a
matter of course, and the only penalty
inflicted is that it shall take place at
the charge of the company. We ask,
can anything be more illogical 1 A
condition . is imposed, which common
sense treats as impossible by both sides
from first to last. Still it has had a
retarding influence, and in some in-
stances has prevented the formation of
companies, and would have done so in
still more, but that all prospective diffi-
culties have been disregarded in the
general enthusiasm that has carried out
the national will ; and besides, the time
is only now come with the majority of
corps that were formed at the close of
1859 and the beginning of 1860, in
which the difficulty of obtaining a good
range is beginning to be felt. The time
is also now come that this condition
be swept out of the requisitions alto-
gether.
The setting up a rifle company is a
matter of steps ; and, in the ordinary
course, the very last round of the ladder
is the shooting with ball at the butts.
The committee meetings, the corre-
spondence with the lord - lieutenant,
the approval of the corps by her Ma-
jesty, the choice of uniform, the ap-
pointment of officers, the engagement
of drill and musketry instructors, the
recruit and company drill, the position
practice and musketry lessons — these, as
well as the obtaining of the certificate of
the inspector appointed by the Govern-
ment, all precede the actual ball practice
at the targets. Why then should the
obtaining the range be made the thread
upon which the whole is to depend, and
that at the risk of the promoters, who
have long since discharged their duties,
and have either merged into the body
of the corps, or ceased to. retain all con-
nexion with it 1 We have dwelt at some
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bearing on that part of the case in which
we insist that facilities should be afforded
by the Legislature in procuring rifle
ranges for the Volunteers, instead of the
hindrance which is imposed by the ope-
ration of the present rule.
We now approach a more interesting
branch of the subject, and proceed to
inquire into the legal questions that will
be sure to arise out of the exercise of
ball practice at the targets. In some
sense it may be considered as the conflict
of the public with the private right, for
it is a simple sequitur that if the volun-
teer movement is meritorious, the be-
coming expert marksmen, which must
be attained by practice at the butts, is
meritorious also. Still, in many cases,
perhaps even in most, this practice will
interfere with the enjoyment of others ;
a neighbouring owner or occupier, for
instance, can scarcely be expected to
walk about his farm within reach of the
shooting, inspecting crops and cattle,
with that calm repose, that slowness of
mind, that has been the privilege of the
Boeotian intellect for so many ages. If
he could feel morally certain that all his
volunteer friends were marksmen — that,
if they missed the target, they would at
least hit the butt — it might be otherwise ;
but he knows that with every precaution
there will be some who will be sure to
miss not only the target, but the butt
also, and that that Minie bullet has a
wonderful long track of its own, and
may come dropping about in a most
unexpected manner. Things are a little
ticklish and uncomfortable then, and his
ear becomes " less Irish and more nice."
Can he, however, complain ] Can he
insist on the reduction of rent 1 Has
he any legal redress 1 The volunteers
are doing no unlawful act. On the con-
trary, they are exercising a lawful and
praiseworthy vocation. Before the ball
practice begins, the occupier can only
complain that he is afraid of what will
happen; and, as the common law re-
dresses only actual injuries, he has no
right of action until he is injured in
person or property : neither could he
treat the prospective as the existing
nuisance, and proceed to abate it by his
own act, or indict it on the criminal
side of the court. At this time it is
all " quia timet," and his only remedy
would be by moving for an injunction
in Chancery to restrain the ball practice.
His success here would probably depend
on the particular case ; in some instances
it might be granted, while in others it
would be refused ; and at most, perhaps,
he might only be able to restrain the
practice of the company until guarantees
were given to the satisfaction of the
court that proper butts would be erected
and all proper precautions taken ; that
the Hythe rules for shooting would be
strictly observed, and that all shooting
would be in the presence of an officer,
and the results duly registered. Still, a
proceeding in Chancery, however quickly
disposed of, would fall hard on the com-
pany ; and few have funds to spare for
any such contingency. Again, assuming
the occupier to lie by and wait until
some stray bullet had found its way into
his land, we can imagine his stumbling
upon it with feelings akin to those of
Eobinson Crusoe, when he discovered
the print of the foot on the sand ; there
it is, sure enough, and the next may be
for him. Now, however, he has his
action of trespass, and he may sue the
man who fired the shot, if he can find
him out; or the officer who gave the
order for the practice, for the bare in-
terference of the unwelcome stranger
with his land. Juries would not be likely
to give him much ; but the mere flight
over his soil by the bullet, though it
lodged in land beyond his, would entitle
him to his suit; and it is this that
renders it so important that the land on
the sides and at the back of the butts
should all be in one holding with the
range itself : in such case the rights are
governed by the contract ; but otherwise
the corps must purchase the goodwill
of others, if they wish for an immunity
from legal proceedings. It is clear,
from what we have said, that if the
position of a neighbouring occupier is
ticklish from the flight of some random
bullet, that of the commanding officer
is not less so from the not much worse
bullet of the law. He may be called on
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to defend acts done in his absence, and
to make compensations for which he has
no funds from the corps. Nay, even
it may become a question for a jury,
whether the butt was a reasonable and
proper butt, looking at all the surround-
ing circumstances of time and place. Ten
feet high, or even the targets alone,
might be ample on Salisbury plain ;
while ten feet multiplied by five would
be insufficient in some of the populous
neighbourhoods of London . or Liver-
pool.. Should the metropolis ever be
fortified in the manner suggested in a
very able paper recently published in a
contemporary journal, the earthworks
themselves will probably solve the ques-
tion for the Middlesex companies, by
supplying excellent butts at their bases ;
in the interim, however, the position
is an uncertain one, and there . can be
no doubt corps will be exposed to the
risk of suits both at law and in equity,
from which, in our opinion, in the pro-
secution of a public object, they ought
to be relieved. It will have to be set-
tled whether the commission of the
volunteer officer protects him for acts
done without negligence in the discharge
of his duty, although they may occasion
injury and loss to others ; and in the
present uncertainty occasioned by the
novelty of the subject, we suggest that
the Government inspector should be
called on to certify the fitness of all
butts for rifle practice, and that his cer-
tificate be held conclusive in the courts
of judicature of the country. This would
at once narrow the questions at issue
very considerably, and be a great pro-
tection, as well to the public as to corps
and their commanding officers. As
matters stand at present, it is certain
that officers commanding volunteer com-
panies incur risks that do not attach to
officers in the regular service, simply
because all ball practice is carried on by
the latter in places absolutely safe ; and,
besides, their commission protects them.
With the volunteer officers, however, it
is a question yet to be settled, whether
their commission protects ; and it will
take some time to erect absolutely safe
butts throughout the country ; and we
therefore warn all volunteer officers com-
manding of the absolute necessity there
is of adopting every precaution, and re-
quiring a most rigid observance of the
rules that have been laid down at Hy the
relating to ball practice. Had this been
done, the shooting of the dog, which
brought so much odium on Volunteers,
could not have happened. No shooting
about by individuals at their own will
and pleasure should be permitted at all.
The ball practice should be at the butts,
and butts alone, and always in the pre-
sence of an officer or Serjeant, and the
results always registered. If men will
practise otherwise, they should do it with
their own rifles, and at their own proper
risk and costs.
Having thus shown the difficulties
that beset the obtaining of rifle ranges,
and the risks incurred in the use of
them, we have to consider what mea-
sures should be taken to assure the
proper amount of ball practice by the
Volunteer on the one side, with the
greatest possible safety to the public
on the other. It is a problem by, no
means easy to solve. We strongly main-
tain, as a first step, that all that pertains
to the actual rifle practice — that is to
say, the weapon itself, the ammunition,
and the range — should be supplied by the
country. The rifleman, in finding time
and uniform, makes the far larger sacri-
fice— to say nothing of the many inci-
dental expenses of railway travelling,
and the like ; and, even if an extra half-
penny in the pound is added to the
income-tax, he helps to pay it. At pre-
sent, the rifles themselves are supplied,
and the ammunition and ranges should
follow ; but, if these be withheld, we
then insist that a compulsory power
should be conferred by statute, enabling
corps to lease the butt-ranges in their
respective neighbourhoods, making all
reasonable compensation to the occu-
piers of the land. In all probability,
recourse would seldom be had to the
Act, as the knowledge that it might be
resorted to would facilitate negotiation.
Neither of our suggestions need inter-
fere with the free action of the system,
which freedom should be maintained
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strictly inviolate. The movement can
only be carried out to its grand ultimate
end, of every man in England who is
capable becoming a Volunteer, by the
energy and free-will of the people them-
selves. We would only give it greater
play, and a more extended action, by
releasing it from the obstacles that now
impede its progress, and by making
the Government responsible for the
ranges. Already the movement has
achieved wonders, and the infant of
yesterday has expanded into the giant
of to-day, clasping with the arms of a
Briareus the whole length and breadth
of the land. To all classes it appeals
alike as a source of pleasure and advan-
tage ; it combines duty with pastime,
health with sport ; it banishes sloth and
inaction, and frowns upon dandyism and
tinsel ; it strengthens the love of coun-
try, and enhances the blessings of home ;
it gathers men together in a generous
rivalry and cheerful exercise, and will
sustain and renew — perhaps increase —
the pristine vigour of the race. And it
was time that some such diversion should
have reached us. In the higher ranks,
the manly love of sport was becoming
bastard and degenerate — the miserable
battues had well-nigh trodden out the
old keen zest and love of it ; in the
middle ranks, the eagerness for business
and habit of money-getting was fast ab-
sorbing every thought, to the detriment
of all the higher and nobler instincts j
while the lower classes, struggling in the
contest for life, were too far apart from
the rest to feel that there was an identity
of interest for them. The people were
still " the lords of human! kind ; " but
it required some strong stimulus to
awaken all the native energy of the
race. This the rifle movement has
done, and the fondest aspiration of the
" high chief of Scottish song," should
the stern necessity arise, would now
certainly be realized —
" And howe'er crowns and coronets
be rent,
" A virtuous populace will arise the while,
" And stand a wall of fire around our
much-loved isle."
TOM BKOWN AT OXFOKD.
BY THE AUTHOR OP "TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL-DAYS."
CHAPTER XXII.
DEPARTURES EXPECTED AND UNEXPECTED.
THERE was a silence of a few seconds
after the Captain had finished his story,
all the men sitting with eyes fixed on
him, and not a little surprised at the
results of their call. Drysdale was the
first to break the silence, which he did
with a " By George ! " and a long respi-
ration ; but, as he did not seem pre-
pared with any further remark, Tom
took up the running.
" What a strange story," he said ;
"and that really happened to you,
Captain Hardy?"
"To me, sir, in the Mediterranean,
more than forty years ago."
" The strangest thing about it is that
the old commodore should have managed
to get all the way to the ship, and then
not have known where his nephew was,"
said Blake.
" He only knew his nephew's berth,
you see, sir," said the Captain.
" But he might have beat about
through the ship till he had found him."
" You must remember that he was at
his last breath, sir," said the Captain ;
" you can't expect a man to have his
head clear at such a moment."
" Not a man, perhaps ; but I should a
ghost," said .Blake.
" Time was everything to him," went
on the Captain, without regarding the
interruption, " space nothing. But the
strangest part of it is that / should have
seen the figure at all. It's true I had
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been thinking of the old uncle, because
of the boy's illness ; but I can't suppose
he was thinking of me, and, as I say, he
never recognised ine. I have taken a
great deal of interest in such matters
since that time, but I have never met
with just such a case as this."
"JSTo, that is the puzzle. One can
fancy his appearing to his nephew well
enough," said Tom.
" We can't account for these things,
or for a good many other things which
ought to be quite as startling, only we
see them every day. But now I think
it is time for us to be going, eh, Jack ? "
and the Captain and his son rose to go.
Tom saw that it would be no kindness
to them to try to prolong the sitting,
and so he got up too, to accompany
them to the gates. This broke up the
party. Before going, Drysdale, after
whispering to Tom, went up to Captain
Hardy, and said, —
" I want to ask you to do me a favour,
sir. Will you and your son breakfast
with me to-morrow ? "
"We shall be very happy, sir," said
the Captain.
" I think, father, you had better break-
fast with me, quietly. We are much
obliged to Mr. Drysdale, but I can't
give up a whole morning. Besides, I
have several things to talk to you about."
"Nonsense, Jack," blurted out the
old sailor, " leave your books alone for
one morning. I'm come up here to enjoy
myself, and see your friends."
Hardy gave a slight shrug of his
shoulders at the word friends, and Drys-
dale, who saw it, looked a little confused.
He had never asked Hardy to his rooms
before. The Captain saw that something
was the matter, and hastened in his own
way to make all smooth again.
" Never mind Jack, sir," he said, " he
shall come. It's a great treat to me to
be with young men, especially when they
are friends of my boy."
"I hope you'll come as a personal
favour to me," said Drysdale, turning to
Hardy. "Brown, you'll bring him,
won't you ?"
" Oh yes, I'm sure he'll come," said
Tom.
"That's all right. Good-night, then;"
and Drysdale went off.
Hardy and Tom accompanied the
Captain to the gate. During his passage
across the two quadrangles, the old gen-
tleman was full of the praises of the
men, and of protestations as to the im-
provement in social manners and cus-
toms since his day, when there could
have been no such meeting, he declared,
without blackguardism and drunken-
ness, at least amongst young officers, but
then they had less to think of than
Oxford men, no proper education. And
so the Captain was evidently'travelling
back into the great trireme question
when they reached the gate. As they
could go no farther with him, however,
he had to carry away his solution of the
three-banks-of-oars difficulty in his own
bosom to the Mitre.
" Don't let us go in," said Tom, as the
gate closed on the Captain, and they
turned back into the quadrangle, "let
us take a turn or two;" so they walked
up and down the inner quad in the
starlight.
Just at first they were a good deal
embarrassed and confused : but before
long, though not without putting con-
siderable force on himself, Tom got back
into something like his old familiar way
of unbosoming himself to his refound
friend, and Hardy showed more than his
old anxiety to meet him half-way. His
ready and undisguised sympathy soon
dispersed the few remaining clouds
which were still hanging between them ;
and Tom found it almost a pleasure,
instead of a dreary task, as he had an-
ticipated, to make a full confession, and
state the case clearly and strongly
against himself to one who claimed
neither by word nor look the least
superiority over him, and never seemed
to remember that he himself had been
ill-treated in the matter.
" He had such a chance of lecturing
me and didn't do it," thought Tom
afterwards, when he was considering
why he felt so very grateful to Hardy.
" It was so cunning of him, too. If
he had begun lecturing, I should have
begun to defend myself, and never have
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felt half such a scamp as I did when I
was telling it all out to him in my own
way."
The result of Hardy's management
was that Tom made a clean breast of it,
telling everything, down to his night at
the ragged school ; and what an effect
his chance opening of the Apology had
had on him. Here for the first time
Hardy came in with his usual dry, keen
voice, "You needn't have gone so far
back as Plato for that lesson."
" I don't understand," said Tom.
"Well, there's something about an
indwelling spirit which guideth every
man in St. Paul, isn't there 1 "
"Yes, a great deal," Tom answered,
after a pause ; " but it isn't the same
thing."
" Why not the same thing?"
" Oh, surely you must feel it. It
would be almost blasphemy in us now
to talk as St. Paul talked. It is much
easier to face the notion, or the fact,
of a demon or spirit such as Socrates
felt to be in him, than to face what St.
Paul seems to be meaning."
" Yes, much easier. The only ques-
tion is whether we will be heathens or
not."
" How do you mean ?" said Tom.
" Why, a spirit was speaking to So-
crates, and guiding him. He obeyed
the guidance, but knew not whence it
came. A spirit is striving with us too, and
trying to guide us — we feel that just as
much as he did. Do we know what
spirit it is ? whence it comes ? Will
we obey it ? If we can't name it — know
no more of it than he knew about his
demon, of course we are in no better
position than he — in fact, heathens."
Tom made no answer, and, after a
silent turn or two more, Hardy said,
"Let us go in;" and they went to his
rooms. When the candles were lighted,
Tom saw the array of books on the
table, several of them open, and re-
membered how near the examinations
were.
" I see you want to work," he said.
" Well, good night. I know how fellows
like you hate being thanked — there, you
needn't wince; I'm not going to try it
ISTo. 9.— VOL. ii.
on. The best way to thank you, I
know, is to go straight for the future,
I'll do that, please God, this time at
any rate. !Now what ought I to do,
Hardy?"
"Well, it's very hard to say. I've
thought about it a great deal this last
few days — since I felt you were coming
round — but can't make up my mind.
How do you feel yourself? What's
your own instinct about it?"
" Of course I must break it all off at
once, completely," said Tom mournfully,
and half hoping that Hardy might not
agree with him.
" Of course," answered Hardy, " but
how?"
" In the way that will pain her least.
I would sooner lose my hand or bite
my tongue off than that she should feel
lowered, or lose any self-respect, you
know," said Tom, looking helplessly at
his friend.
"Yes, thafs all right, — you must
take all you can on your own shoulders.
It must leave a sting though for both of
you, manage how you will."
" But I can't bear to let her think I
don't care for her — I needn't do that —
I can't do that."
" I don't know what to advise. How-
ever, I believe I was wrong in thinking
she cared for you so much. She will
be hurt, of course — she can't help being
hurt — but it won't be so bad as I used
to think."
Tom made no answer ; in spite of all
his good resolutions, he was a little
piqued at this last speech. Hardy went
on presently, " I wish she were well out
of Oxford. It's a bad town for a girl
to be living in, especially as a barmaid
in a place which we haunt. I don't
know that she will take much harm
now ; but it's a very trying thing for a
girl of that sort to be thrown every day
amongst a dozen young men above her
in rank, and not one in ten of whom
has any manliness about him."
" How do you mean — no man-
liness?"
"I mean that a girl in her position
isn't safe with us. If we had any man-
liness in us she would be — "
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" You can't expect all men to be
.blocks of ice, or milksops," said Tom,
who was getting nettled.
" Don't think that I meant you," said
Hardy ; " indeed I didn't. But surely,
think a moment ; is it a proof of manli-
ness that the pure and the weak should
fear you and shrink from you ? Which
is the true — ay, and the brave — man,
he who trembles before a woman, or he
before whom a woman trembles V
"Neither," said Tom; "but I see
what you mean, and when you put it
that way it's clear enough."
" But you're wrong in saying 'neither,'
if you do see what I mean." Tom was
silent. ' " Can there be any true man-
liness without purity 1 " went on Hardy.
Tom drew a deep breath, but said
nothing. "And where then can you
point to a place where there is so little
manliness as here ? It makes my blood
boil to see what one must see every day.
There are a set of men up here, and
have been ever since I can remember
the place, not one of whom can look at
a modest woman without making her
shudder."
"There must always be some black-
guards," said Tom.
" Yes ; but unluckily the blackguards
set the fashion, and give the tone to
public opinion. I'm sure both of us
have seen enough to know perfectly
well that up here, amongst us under-
graduates, men who are deliberately and
avowedly profligates, are rather admired
and courted, — are said to know the
world, and all that, — while a man who
tries to lead a pure life, and makes no
secret of it, is openly sneered at by
them, looked down on more or less by
the great mass of men, and, to use the
word you used just now, thought a
milksop by almost all."
" I don't think it is so bad as that,"
said Tom. " There are many men who
would respect him, though they might
not be able to follow him."
" Of course, I never meant that there
are not many such, but they don't set
the fashion. I am sure I'm right. Let
us try it by the best test. Haven't you
and I in our secret hearts this cursed
feeling, that the sort of man we are talk-
ing of is a milksop 1"
After a moment's thought, Tom an-
swered, "I am afraid I have, but I
really am thoroughly ashamed of it
now, Hardy. But you haven't it. If
you had it you could never have spoken
to me as you have."
" I beg your pardon. No man is
more open than I to the bad influences
of any place he lives in. God knows
I am even as other men, and worse ; for
I have been taught ever since I could
speak, that the crown of all real man-
liness, of all Christian manliness, is
purity."
Neither of the two spoke for some
minutes. Then Hardy looked at his
watch —
" Past eleven," he said. " I must do
some work. Well, Brown, this will
be a day to be remembered in my
calendar."
Tom wrung his hand, but did not
venture to reply. As he got to the door,
however, he turned back, and said —
" Do you think I ought to write to
her]'"
" Well, you can try. You'll find it a
bitter business, I fear."
" I'll try, then. Good night"
Tom went to his own rooms, and set
to work -to write his letter ; and cer-
tainly found it as difficult and unplea-
sant a task as he had ever set himself
to work upon. Half a dozen times he
tore up sheet after sheet of his attempts ;
and got up and walked about, and
plunged and kicked mentally against
the collar and traces in which he had
harnessed himself by his friend's help, —
trying to convince himself that Hardy
was a Puritan, who had lived quite
differently from other men, and knew
nothing of what a man ought to do in
a case like this. That after all very
little harm had been done ! The world
would never go on at all if people were
to be so scrupulous ! Probably, not
another man in the College, except Gray,
perhaps, would think anything of what
he had done ! Done ! — why, what had
he done? He couldn't be taking it
more seriously if he had ruined her !
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203
At this point he managed to bring
himself up sharp again more than once.
" No thanks to me, at any rate, that she
isn't mined. Had I any pity, any
scruples 1 My God, what a mean, selfish
rascal I have been ! " and then he sat
down again, and wrote, and scratched
out what he had written, till the other
fit came on, and something of the same
process had to be gone through again.
I am sure all readers must recognise
the process, and will remember many
occasions on which they have had to put
bridle and bit on, and ride themselves
as if they had been horses or mules
without understanding ; and what a
trying business it was — as bad as getting
a young colt past a gipsy encampment
in a narrow lane.
At last, after many trials, Tom got
himself well in hand, and produced
something which seemed to satisfy him ;
for, after reading it three or four times,
he put it in a cover, with a small case,
which he produced from his desk, sealed
it, directed it, and then went to bed.
Next morning, after chapel, he joined
Hardy, and walked to his rooms with
him, and after a few words on indif-
ferent matters, said —
" Well, I wrote my letter last night."
" Did you satisfy yourself ? "
"Yes, I think so. I don't know,
though, on second thoughts : it was
very tough work."
" I was afraid you wo~uld find it so."
" But wouldn't you like to see it ? "
" No, thank you. I suppose my father
will be here directly."
"But I wish you would read it
through," said Tom, producing a copy.
"Well, if you wish it, I suppose I
must ; but I don't see how I can do any
good."
Hardy took the letter, and sat down,
and Tom drew a chair close to him,
and watched his face while he read : —
" It is best for us both that I should
not see you any more, at least, at pre-
sent. I feel that I have done you a
great wrong. I dare not say much to
you, for fear of making that wrong
greater. I cannot, I need not tell you
how I despise myself now — how I long
to make you any amends in my power:
If ever I can be of any service to you,
I do hope that nothing which has
passed will hinder you from applying
to me. You will not believe how it
pains me to write this ; how should you?
I don't deserve that you should believe
anything I say. I must seem heartless
to you ; I have been, I am heartless.
I hardly know what I am writing.
I shall long all my life to hear good
news of you. I don't ask you to pardon
me, but if you can prevail on yourself
not to send back the enclosed, and will
keep it as a small remembrance of one
who is deeply sorry for the wrong he
has done you, but who cannot and will
not say he is sorry that he ever met you,
you will be adding another to the many
kindnesses which I have to thank you
for, and which I shall never forget."
Hardy read it over several times, as
Tom watched impatiently, unable to
make out anything from his face.
"What do you think? You don't
think there's anything wrorg in it,
I hope?"
"No, indeed, my dear fellow. I really
think it does you credit. I don't know
what else you could have said very
well, only — "
"Only what?"
" Couldn't you have made it a little
shorter?"
"No, I couldn't ; but you don't mean
that. What did you mean by that
'only'?"
"Why, I don't think this letter will
end the business ; at least, I'm afraid
not."
"But what more could I have said ?"
"Nothing more, certainly; but couldn't
you have been a little quieter — -it's dif-
ficult to get the right word — a little
cooler, perhaps. Couldn't you have
made the part about not seeing her
again a little more decided?"
"But you said I needn't pretend I
didn't care for her."
"Did I?"
" Yes. Besides, it would have been
a lie."
" I don't want you to tell a lie, cer-
tainly. But how about this ' small re-
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membrance' that you speak of? What's
that?"
" Oh, nothing ! only a little locket I
bought for her."
" With some of your hair in it ?"
u Well, of course ! Come, now, there's
no harm in that."
" JS"o ; no harm. Do you think she
will wear it?"
"How can I tell?"
" It may make her think it isn't all
at an end, I'm afraid. If she always
wears your hair — "
"By Jove, you're too bad, Hardy.
I wish you had had to write it yourself.
It's all very easy to pull my letter to
pieces, I dare say, but—"
"I didn't want to read it, remember."
"No more you did. I forgot. But
I wish you would just write down now
what you would have said."
"Yes, I think I see myself at it.
By the way, of course you have sent
your letter?"
" Yes, I sent it off before chapel."
" I thought so. In that case I don't
think we need trouble ourselves further
with the form of the document"
" Oh, thaf s only shirking. How do
you know I may not want it for the
' next occasion?"
"No, no ! Don't let us begin laugh-
ing about it. A man never ought to
have to write such letters twice in his
life. If he has, why he may get a
good enough precedent for the second
out of the ' Complete Letter Writer.' "
" So you won't correct my copy ?"
/'No, not!"
At this point in their dialogue, Cap-
tain Hardy appeared on the scene, and
the party went off to Drysdale's to
breakfast.
Captain Hardy's visit to St. Ambrose
was a great success. He stayed some
four or five days, and saw everything
that was to be seen, and enjoyed it all
in a sort of reverent way which was
almost comic. Tom devoted himself to
the work of cicerone, and did his best
to do the work thoroughly. Oxford
was a sort of Utopia to the Captain,
who was resolutely bent on seeing
nothing but beauty and learning and
wisdom within the precincts of the
University. On one or two occasions
his faith was tried sorely by the sight
of young gentlemen gracefully apparelled,
dawdling along two together in low easy
pony carriages, or lying on their backs
in punts for hours smoking, with not
even a Bell's Life by them to pass the
time. Dawdling and doing nothing
were the objects of his special abhor-
rence ; but with this trifling exception
the Captain continued steadily to behold
towers and quadrangles, and chapels,
and the inhabitants of the colleges,
through rose-coloured spectacles. His
respect for a "regular education," and
for the seat of learning at which it was
dispensed, was so strong, that he invested
not only the tutors, doctors, and proctors
(of whom he saw little except at a dis-
tance) but even the most empty-headed
undergraduate whose acquaintance he
made, with a sort of fancy halo of scien-
tific knowledge, and often talked to
those youths in a way which was curi-
ously bewildering and embarrassing to
them. Drysdale was particularly hit by
it. He had humour and honesty enough
himself to appreciate the Captain, but
it was a constant puzzle to him to know
what to make of it all.
" He's a regular old brick, is the Cap-
tain," he said to Tom, on the last even-
ing of the old gentleman's visit ; " but,
by Jove, I can't help thinking he must
be poking fun at us half his time. It
is rather too rich to hear him talking on
as if we were all as fond of Greek as he
seems to be, and as if no man ever got
drunk up here."
" I declare I think he believes it,"
said Tom. " You see we're all careful
enough before him."
" That son of his too must be a good
fellow. Don't you see he can never
have peached. His father was telling
me last night what a comfort it was to
him to see that Jack's poverty had been
no drawback to him. He had always
told him it would be so amongst English
gentlemen, and now he found him living
quietly and independently, and yet on
equal terms, and friends with men far
above him in rank and fortune, 'like
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205
you, sir,' the old boy said. By Jove,
Brown, I felt devilish foolish. I believe
I blushed, and it isn't often I indulge
in that sort of luxury. If I weren't
ashamed of doing it now, I should try
to make friends with Hardy. But I
don't know how to face him, and I
doubt whether he wouldn't think me
too much of a rip to be intimate with."
Tom at his own special request at-
tended the Captain's departure, and took
his seat opposite to him and his son at
the back of the Southampton coach, to
accompany him a few miles out of
Oxford. For the first mile the Captain
was full of the pleasures of his visit,
and of invitations to Tom to come and
see them in the vacation. If he did not
mind homely quarters he would find a
hearty welcome, and there was no finer
bathing and boating place on the coast.
If he liked to bring his gun, there were
plenty of blue rock-pigeons and sea-
otters in the caves at the point. Tom
protested with the greatest sincerity that
there was nothing he should enjoy so
much. Then the young men gof down
to walk up Bagley Hill, and when they
mounted again found the Captain with
a large leather case in his hand, out of
which he took two five-pound notes,
and began pressing them on his son,
while Tom tried to look as if he did not
know what was going on. For some
time Hardy steadily refused, and the
contention became animated, and it was
useless to pretend any longer not to hear.
" Why, Jack, you're not too proud, I
hope, to take a present from your own
father," the Captain said at last.
" But, my dear father, I don't want
the money. You make me a very good
allowance already."
" Now, Jack, just listen to me and be
reasonable. You know a great many
of your friends have been very hospit-
able to me : I could not return their
hospitality myself, but I wish you to do
so for me."
" Well, father, I can do that without
this money."
" Now, Jack," said the Captain, push-
ing forward the notes again, " I insist
on your taking them. You will pain
me very much if you don't take
them."
So the son took the notes at last,
looking as most men of his age would
if they had just lost them, while the
father's face was radiant as he replaced
his pocket-book in the breast-pocket
inside his coat. His eye caught Tom's
in the midst of the operation, and the
latter could not help looking a little
confused, as if he had been unintention-
ally obtruding on their privacy. But
the Captain at once laid his hand on his
knee and said —
" A young fellow is never the worse
for having a ten-pound note to veer and
haul on ; eh, Mr. Brown ?"
" No, indeed, sir. A great deal better
I think," said Tom, and was quite com-
fortable again. The Captain had no
new coat that summer, but he always
looked like a gentleman.
Soon the coach stopped to take up a
parcel at a cross-road, and the young
men got down. They stood watching
it until it disappeared round a corner of
the road, and then turned back towards
Oxford and struck into Bagley Wood,
Hardy listening with evident pleasure
to his friend's enthusiastic praise of his
father. But he was not in a talking
humour, and they were soon walking
along together in silence.
This was the first time they had been
alone together since the morning after
their reconciliation ; so presently Tom
seized the occasion to recur to the sub-
ject which was uppermost in his
thoughts.
"She has never answered my letter,"
he began abruptly.
" I'm very glad of it," said Hardy.
"But why?"
" Because you know you want it all
broken off completely."
" Yes ; but still she might have just
acknowledged it. You don't know how
hard it is to me to keep away from the
place."
" My dear fellow, I know it must be
hard work, but you are doing the right
thing." .
Yes, I hope so," said Tom, with a
"I haven't been within a hun-
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dred yards of ' The Choughs ' this five
days. The old lady must think at so
odd."
Hardy made no reply. What could
he say, but that no doubt she did ?
" Would you mind doing me a great
favour 1 " said Tom, after a minute.
"Anything I can do.— What is it?"
" Why, just to step round on our way
back, — I will stay as far off as you like,
— and see how things are going on ; —
how she is."
"Very well. Don't you like this
view of Oxford? I always think it is
the best of them all."
" No. You don't see anything of half
the colleges," said Tom, who was very
loth to leave the other subject for the
picturesque.
" But you get all the spires and tow-
ers so well, and the river in the fore-
ground. Look at that shadow of a cloud
skimming over Christ Church Meadow.
It's a splendid old place after all."
" It may be from a distance, to an
outsider," said Tom ; " but I don't
know — it's an awfully chilly, deadening
kind of place to live in. There's some-
thing in the life of the place that sits
on me like a weight, and makes me feel
dreary."
" How long have you felt that 1
You're coming out in a ne\v line."
" I wish I were. I want a new line.
I don't care a straw for cricket ; I hardly
like pulling ; and as for those wine par-
ties day after day, and suppers night
after nigh?, they turn me sick to
think of."
"You have the remedy in your own
hands, at any rate," said Hardy, smiling.
" How do you mean ?"
" Why, you needn't go to them."
"Oh, one can't help going to them.
What else is there to do?"
Tom waited for an. answer, but his
companion only nodded to show that he
was listening, as he strolled on down the
path, looking at the view.
" I can say what I feel to you, Hardy.
I always have been able, and it's such a
comfort to me now. It was you who
put these sort of thoughts into my head
too, so you ought to sympathize with me."
"I do, my dear fellow. But you'll
be all right again in a few days."
" Don't you believe it. It isn't only
what you seem to think, Hardy. You
don't know me' so well as I do you,
after all. No, I'm not just love-sick,
and "hipped because I can't go and see
her. That has something to do with it,
I dare say, but if s the sort of shut-up,
selfish life we lead here that I can't
stand. A man isn't meant to live only
with fellows like himself, with good
allowances paid quarterly, and no care
but how to amuse themselves. One is
old enough for something better than
that, I'm sure."
" No doubt," said Hardy, with provok-
ing taciturnity.
"And the moment one tries to break
through it, one only gets into trouble."
" Yes, there's a good deal of danger of
that certainly," said Hardy.
" Don't you often long to be in contact
with some of the realities of life, with
men and women who haven't their bread
and butter all ready cut for them ? How
can a p*lace be a University where no one
can come up who hasn't two hundred a
year or so to live on 1 "
" You ought to have been at Oxford
four hundred years ago, when there
were more thousands here than we have
hundreds."
" I don't see that. It must have been
ten times as bad then."
" Not at all. But it must have been a
very different state of things from ours ;
they must have been almost all poor
scholars, who worked for their living, or
lived on next to nothing."
" How do you really suppose they
lived though ? "
" Oh, I don't know. But how should
you like it now, if we had fifty poor
scholars at St. Ambrose, besides us ser-
vitors— say ten tailors, ten shoemakers,
and so on, who came up from love of
learning, and attended all the lectures
with us, and worked for the present
undergraduates while they were hunting,
and cricketing, and boating 1 "
"Well, I think it would be a very-
good thing — At any rate, we should save
in tailors' bills."
Tom Brown at Oxford.
207
"Even if we didn't get our coats so
well built," said Hardy, laughing.
" Well, Brown, you have a most catho-
lic taste, and ' a capacity for taking in
new truths,' all the elements of a good
Radical in you."
" I tell you I hate Eadicals," said Tom
indignantly.
" Well, here we are in the town. I'll
go round by ' The Choughs ' and catch
you up before you get to High Street."
Tom, left to himself, walked slowly on
for a little way, and then quickly back
again in an impatient, restless manner,
and was within a few yards of the cor-
ner where they had parted when Hardy
appeared again. He saw at a glance
that something had happened.
" What is it — she is not ill ? " he said
quickly.
" No ; quite well, her aunt says."
" You didn't see her then?"
" No. The fact is she has gone home."
CHAPTEE XXIII.
THE ENGLBBOURN CONSTABLE.
ON the afternoon of a splendid day in
the early part of June, some four or five
days after the Sunday on which the
morning service at Englebourn was in-
terrupted by the fire at Farmer Grove's,
David Johnson, tailor and constable of
the parish, was sitting at his work, in a
small erection, half shed, half summer-
house, which leaned against the back of
his cottage. Not that David had not
a regular workshop with a window look-
ing into the village street, and a regular
counter close under it, on which passers-
by might see him stitching, and from
whence he could gossip with them easily,
as was his wont. But although the
constable kept the king's peace and
made garments of all kinds for his live-
lihood— from the curate's frock down
to the ploughboy's fustians — he was ad-
dicted for his pleasure and solace to the
keeping of bees. The constable's bees
inhabited a row of hives in the narrow
strip of garden which ran away at the
back of the cottage. This strip of garden
was bordered along the whole of one side
by the rector's premises. Now honest
David loved gossip well, and considered
it a part of his duty as constable to be well
up in all events and rumours which hap-
pened or arose within his liberties. But
he loved his bees better than gossip,
and, as he was now in hourly expecta-
tion that they would be swarming, was
working, as has been said, in his summer-
house, that he might be at hand at the
critical moment. The rough table on
which he was seated commanded a view
of the hives ; his big scissors and some
shreds of velveteen lay near him on the
table, also the street-door key and an old
shovel, of which the uses will appear
presently.
On his knees lay the black velveteen
coat, the Sunday garment of Harry
Winburn, to which he was fitting new
sleeves. In his exertions at the top of
the chimney in putting out the fire
Harry had grievously damaged the gar-
ment in question. The farmer had pre-
sented him with five shillings on the
occasion, which sum .was quite inade-
quate to the purchase of a new coat, and
Harry, being too proud to call the far-
mer's attention to the special damage
which he had suffered in his service,
had contented himself with bringing his
old coat to be new-sleeved.
Harry was a favourite with the con-
stable on account of his intelligence and
independence, and because of his rela-,
tions with the farmers of Englebourn on
the allotment question. -Although by
his office the representative of law and
order in the parish, David was a man
of the people, and sympathized with the
peasantry more than with the farmers.
He had passed some years of his appren-
ticeship at Eeading, where he had picked
up notions on political and social ques-
tions much ahead of the Englebourn
worthies. When he returned to his
native village, being a wise man, he had
kept his new lights in the back-ground,
and consequently had succeeded in the
object of his ambition, and had been
appointed constable. His reason for
seeking the post was a desire to prove
that the old joke as to the manliness of
tailors had no application to his case,
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and this he had established to the satis-
faction of all the neighbourhood by the
resolute manner in which, whenever
called on, he performed his duties.
And, now that his character was made
and his position secure, he was not so
careful of betraying his leanings, and
had lost some custom amongst the far-
mers in consequence of them.
The job on which he was employed
naturally turned his thoughts to Harry.
He stitched away, now weighing in his
mind whether he should not go himself
to farmer Grove, and represent to him
that he ought to give Harry a new coat;
now rejoicing over the fact that the
Rector had decided to let Harry have
another acre of the allotment land ; now
speculating on the attachment of his
favourite to the gardener's daughter,
and whether he could do anything to
forward his suit. In the pursuit of
which thoughts he had forgotten all
about his bees, when suddenly a great
humming arose, followed by a rush
through the air like the passing of an
express train, which recalled him to
himself. He jumped from the table,
casting aside the coat, and,, seizing the
key and shovel, hurried out into the
garden, beating the two together with
all his might.
The process in question, known in
country phrase as " tanging," is founded
upon the belief that the bees will not
settle unless under the influence of this
peculiar music ; and the constable, hold-
ing faithfully to the popular belief, rushed
down his garden " tanging," as though
his life depended upon it, in the hopes
that the soothing sound would induce
the swarm to settle at once on his own
apple trees.
Is " tanging " a superstition or not ?
People learned in bees ought to know,
but I never happened to meet one who
had considered the question. It is
curious how such beliefs or superstitions
fix themselves in the popular mind of a
country-side, and are held by wise and
simple alike. David the constable was
a most sensible and open-minded man
of his time and class, but Kernble or
Akerman, or other learned Anglo-Saxon
scholar, would have vainly explained to
him that "tang," is but the old word
for "to hold," and that the object of
"tanging" is, not to lure the bees with
sweet music of key and shovel, but to
give notice to the neighbours that they
have swarmed, and that the owner of
the maternal hive means to hold on
to his right to the emigrants. David
would have listened to the lecture with
pity, and have retained unshaken belief
in his music.
In the present case, however, the
tanging was of little avail, for the
swarm, after wheeling once or twice in
the air, disappeared from the eyes of
the constable over the Rector's wall.
He went on " tanging " violently for
a minute or two, and then paused to
consider what was to be done. Should
he get over the wall into the Rector's
garden at once, or should he go round
and ask leave to carry his search into
the parsonage grounds ? As a man and
bee-fancier he was on the point of fol-
lowing straight at once, over wall and
fence ; but the constable was also strong
within him. He was not on the best of
terms with old Simon, the Rector's gar-
dener, and his late opposition to Miss
Winter in the matter of the singing
also came into his mind. So he resolved
that the parish constable would lose
caste by disregarding his neighbour's
boundaries, and was considering what
to do next when he heard a footstep and
short cough on the other side the wall
which he recognised.
" Be you there, Maester Simon 1 " he
called out. Whereupon the walker on
the other side pulled up, and after a
second appeal answered shortly —
"Ees."
" HeVee seed ought o' my bees ?
Thaay' ve a bin' and riz and gone off
somweres athert the wall."
" E'es, I seen em."
" Wer* be em then?"
" Aal-amang wi ourn in the Limes."
" Aal-amang wi yourn," exclaimed
the constable. "Drattle em. Thaay
be niwore trouble than they be
wuth."
" I knowed as thaay wur yourn zoon
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as ever I sot eyes on ein," old Simon
went on.
"How did'ee know em then?" asked
the constable.
" Cause thine be a'al zettin' crass-
legged," said Simon, with a chuckle.
" Thee medst cum and pick em all out
if thee'st a mind to V
Simon was mollified by his own joke,
and broke into a short, dry cachination,
half laugh, half cough ; while the con-
stable, who was pleased and astonished
to find his neighbour in such a good
humour, hastened to get an empty hive
and a pair of hedger's gloves — fortified
with which he left his cottage and made
the best of his way up street towards
the rectory gate, hard by which stood
Simon's cottage. The old gardener was
of an impatient nature, and the effect of
the joke had almost time to evaporate,
and Simon was fast relapsing into his
usual state of mind towards his neigh-
bour before the latter made his appear-
ance.
" Wher' hast been so long 1 " he ex-
claimed, when the constable joined him.
" I seed the young missus and t'other
young lady a standin' talkin' afore the
door," said David ; " so I stopped back,
so as not to disturre 'em."
" Be 'em gone in 1 Who was 'em
talkin' to ? "
" To thy missus, and thy daarter too,
I b'lieve 'twas. Thaay be both at whoam,
bean't 'em 1 "
" Like enough. But what was 'em
zayin' ? "
" I couldn't heer nothin' partic'lar,
but I judged as t'was summat about Sun-
day and the fire."
" 'Tis na use for thaay to go on fillin'
our pleace wi; bottles. I dwont mean
to take any mwore doctor's stuff."
Simon, it may be said, by the way,
had obstinately refused to take any
medicine since his fall, and had main-
tained a constant war on the subject,
both with his own women and with
Miss Winter, whom he had impressed
more than ever with a belief in his
wrong-headedness.
" Ah ! and how be 'ee, tho', Maester
Simon?" said David; " I didn't mind to
ax afore. You d won't feel no wus for
your fall, I hopes ? "
" I feels a bit stiffish like, and as if
summat wus cuttin' in' at times, when I
lifts up my arms."
" 'Tis a mercy 'tis no wus," said David ;
"we bean't so young nor so lissom as
we was, Maester Simon."
To which remark Simon replied by a
grunt. He disliked allusions to his age
— a rare dislike amongst his class in that
part of the country. Most of the people
are fond of making themselves out older
than they are, and love to dwell on their
experiences, and believe, as firmly as the
rest of us, that everything has altered
for the worse in the parish and district
since their youth.
But Simon, though short of words
and temper, and an uncomfortable ac-
quaintance in consequence, was inclined
to be helpful enough in other ways.
The constable, with his assistance, had
very soon hived his swarm of cross-
legged bees.
Then the constable insisted on Simon's
coming with him and taking a glass of
ale, which, after a little coquetting,
Simon consented to do. So, after carry-
ing his re-capture safely home, and
erecting the hive on a three-legged
stand of his own workmanship, he
liastened to rejoin Simon, and the two
soon found themselves together in the
bar of the " Red Lion."
The constable wished to make the
most of this opportunity, and so began
at once to pump Simon as to his inten-
tions with regard to his daughter. But
Simon was not easy to lead in any way
whatever, and seemed in a more than
usually no -business -of- yours line about
his daughter. Whether he had any one
in his eye for her or not, David could
not make out; but one thing he did
make out, and it grieved him much.
Old Simon was in a touchy and un-
friendly state of mind against Harry,
who, he said, was falling into bad ways,
and beginning to think much too much
of his self. Why was he to be wanting
more allotment ground than any one
else ? Simon had himself given Harry
some advice on the point, but not to
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much purpose, it would seem, as lie
summed up his notions on the subject
by the remark that, "'Twas waste of
soap to lather an ass."
The constable now and then made a
stand for his young friend, but very
judiciously ; and, after feeling his way
for some time, he came to the conclu-
sion— as, indeed, the truth was — that
Simon was jealous of Harry's talent for
growing flowers, and had been driven
into his present frame of mind at hear-
ing Miss Winter and her cousin, talking
about the flowers at Dame Winburn's
under his very nose for the last four or
five days. They had spoken thus to
interest the old man, meaning to praise
Harry to him. The fact was, that the
old gardener was one of those men who
never can stand hearing other people
praised, and think that all such praise
must be meant in depreciation of them-
selves.
When they had finished their ale, the
afternoon was getting on, and the con-
stable rose to go back to his, work; while
old Simon declared his intention of
going down to the hay-field, to see how
the mowing was getting on. He was
sure that the hay would never be made
properly, now that he couldn't be about
as much as usuaL
In another hour the coat was finished,
and the constable, being uneasy in his
mind, resolved to carry the garment
home himself at once, and to have a talk
with Dame Winburn. So he wrapped
the coat in a handkerchief, put it under
his arm, and set off" down the village.
He found the dame busy with her
washing ; and after depositing his parcel
sat down on the settle to have a talk
with her. They soon got on the subject
which was always uppermost in her
mind, her son's prospects, and she
poured out to the constable her troubles.
First there was this sweethearting after
old Simon's daughter, — not that Dame
Winburn was going to say anything
against her, though she might have her
thoughts as well as other folk, and for
her part she hiked to see girls that were
fit for something besides dressing them-
selves up like their betters, — but what
worrited her was to see how Harry took
it to heart. He wasn't like himself, and
she couldn't see how it was all to end.
It made him fractious, too, and he was
getting into trouble about his work. He
had left his regular place, and was gone
mowing with a gang, most of them men
out of the parish that she knew nothing
about, and likely not to be the best of
company. And it was all very well in
harvest time, when they could go and
earn good Avages at mowing and reaping
anywhere about, and no man could earn
better than her Harry, but when it
came to winter again she didn't see but
what he might find the want of a regu-
lar place, and then the farmers mightn't
take him on ; and Jhis own land that he
had got, and seemed to think so much
of, mightn't turn out all he thought it
would. And so in fact the old lady was
troubled in her mind, and only made
the constable more uneasy. He had a
vague sort of impression that he was in
some way answerable for Harry, who
was a good deal with him, and was fond
of coming about his place. And al-
though his cottage happened to be next
to old Simon's, which might account for
the fact to some extent, yet the con-
stable was conscious of having talked to
his young friend on many matters in a
way which might have unsettled him,
and encouraged his natural tendency to
stand up for his own rights and inde-
pendence, and he knew well enough
that this temper was not the one which
was likely to keep a labouring man out
of trouble in the parish.
He did not allow his own misgivings,
however, to add to the widow's troubles,
but, on the contrary, cheered her by
praising up Harry as much as ever she
could desire, and prophesying that all
would come right, and that those that
lived would see her son as respected as
any man in the parish, and he shouldn't
be surprised if he were churchwarden
before he died. And then, astonished at
his own boldness, and feeling that he
was not capable of any higher flight of
imagination, the constable rose to take
his leave. He asked where Harry was
working, and, finding that he was at
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mowing in the Danes' Close, set off to
look after him. The kind-hearted con-
stable could not shake off the feeling
that something was going to happen to
Harry which would get him into trouble,
and he wanted to assure himself that as
yet nothing had gone wrong. Whenever
one has this sort of vague feeling about
a friend, there is a natural and irresisti-
ble impulse to go and look after him,
and to be with him.
The Danes' Close was a part of the
glebe, a large field of some ten acres or
so in extent, close to the village. Two
footpaths ran across it, so that it was
almost common property, and the village
children considered it as much their
playground as the green itself. They
trampled the grass a good deal more
than seemed endurable in the eyes of
Simon, who managed the rector's farm-
ing operations as well as the garden ;
but the children had their own way,
notwithstanding the threats he some-
times launched at them. Miss Winter
would have sooner lost all the hay than
have narrowed their amusements. It
was the most difficult piece of mowing
in the parish, in consequence of the
trarnplings and of the large crops it
bore. The Danes, or some other un-
known persons, had made the land fat,
perhaps with ' their carcases, and the
benefit had lasted to the time of our
story. At any rate, the field bore
splendid crops, and the mowers always
got an extra shilling an acre for cutting
it, by Miss Winter's special order, which
was paid by Simon in the most ungra-
cious manner, and with many grumblings
that it was enough to ruin all the mowers
in the countryside.
As the constable got over the stile
into the hayfield, a great part of his mis-
givings passed out of his head. He
was a simple kindly man, whose heart
lay open to all influences of scene and
weather, and the Danes' Close, full of
life and joy and merry sounds, as seen
Tinder the slanting rays of the evening
sun, was just the place to rub all the
wrinkles out of him.
The constable, however, is not singu-
lar in this matter.
What man amongst us all, if he will
think the matter over calmly and fairly,
can honestly say that there is any one
spot on the earth's surface in which he
has enjoyed so much real, wholesome,
happy life as in a hay-field ? He may
have won renown on horseback or on,
foot at the sports and pastimes in which
Englishmen glory ; he may have shaken
off all rivals, time after time, across the
vales of Aylesbury, or of Berks, or any
other of our famous hunting counties ;
he may have stalked the oldest and
shyest buck in Scotch forests, and killed
the biggest salmon of the year in the
Tweed, and troiit in the Thames; he
may have made topping averages in
first-rate matches at cricket ; or have
made long and perilous marches, dear
to memory, over boggy moor, or moun-
tain, or glacier; he may have success-
fully attended many breakfast-parties
within drive of May Fair, on velvet
lawns, surrounded by all the fairy land
of pomp, and beauty, and luxury, which
London can pour out ; he may have
shone at private theatricals and at-
homes ; his voice may have sounded
over hushed audiences at St. Stephen's,
or in the law courts; or he may have
had good times in any other scenes of
pleasure or triumph open to English-
men; but I much doubt whether, on
putting his recollections fairly and
quietly together, he would not say at
last that the fresh-mown hay -field is
the place where he has spent the most
hours which he would like to live over
again, the fewest which he would wish
to forget.
As children, we stumble about the
new-mown hay, revelling in the many
colours of the prostrate grass and wild
flowers, and in the power of tumbling
where we please without hurting our-
selves : as small boys, we pelt one
another and the village school-girls and
our nursemaids and young lad}r cousins
with the hay, till, hot and weary, we
retire to tea or syllabub beneath the
shade of some great oak or elm stand-
ing up like a monarch out of the fair
pasture ; or, following the mowers, we
rush with eagerness on .the treasures
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disclosed by the scythe-stroke, — the nest
of the unhappy late-laying titlark, or
careless field-mouse : as big boys, we
toil ambitiously with the spare forks
and rakes, or climb into the wagons
and receive with open arms the delicious
load as it is pitched up from below, and
rises higher and higher as we pass along
the long lines of haycocks : a year or
two later we are strolling there with pur
first sweethearts, our souls and tongues
loaded with sweet thoughts and soft
speeches ; we take a turn with the
scythe as the bronzed mowers lie in the
shade for their short rest, and willingly
pay our footing for the feat. Again, we
come back with book in pocket, and our
own children tumbling about as we did
before them ; now romping with them,
and smothering them with the sweet-
smelling load — now musing and reading
and dozing away the delicious summer
evenings. And so shall we not come
back to the end, enjoying as grandfathers
the lovemaking and the rompings of
younger generations yet ?
Were any of us ever really disap-
pointed or melancholy in a hay-field ?
Did we ever lie fairly back on a hay-
cock and look up into the blue sky, and
listen to the merry sounds, the whetting
of scythes and the laughing prattle of
women and children, and think evil
thoughts of the world or our brethren ?
Not we ! or if we have so done, we
ought to be ashamed of ourselves, and
deserve never to be out of town again
during hay harvest.
There is something in the -sights and
sounds of a hay-field which seems to
touch the same chord in one as Lowell's
lines in the " Lay of Sir Launfal," which
ends —
i' For a cap and bells our lives we pay ;
" We wear out our lives with toiling
and tasking ;
" It is only Heaven that is given away ;
" It is only God may be had for the
asking.
" There is no price set on the lavish
summer,
" And June may be had by the poorest
comer."
But the philosophy of the hay-field
remains to be written. Let us hope
that whoever takes the subject in hand
will not dissipate all its sweetness in
the process of the inquiry wherein the
charm lies.
The constable had not the slightest
notion of speculating on his own sensa-
tions, but was very glad, nevertheless,
to find his spirits rising as he stepped
into the Danes' Close. All the hay was
down, except a small piece in the fur-
ther corner, which the mowers were
upon. There were groups of children in
many parts of the field, and women to
look after them, mostly sitting on the
fresh swarth, working and gossiping,
while the little ones played about. He
had not gone twenty yards before he
was stopped by the violent crying of a
child ; and, turning towards the voice,
he saw a little girl of six or seven, who
had strayed from her mother, scrambling
out of the ditch, and wringing her hands
in an agony of pain and terror. The
poor little thing had fallen into a bed of
nettles, and was very much frightened,
and not a little hurt. The constable
caught her up in his arms, soothing her
as well as he could, and, hurrying along
till he found some dock-leaves, sat down
with her on his knee, and rubbed her
hands with the leaves, repeating the old
saw —
" Out nettle,
" In dock :
" Dock shall ha'
" A new smock ;
" Nettle shan't
" Ha' narrun'."
What with the rubbing, and the con-
stable's kind manner, and listening to
the doggrel rhyme, and feeling that nettle
would get her deserts, the little thing
soon ceased crying. But several groups
had been drawn towards the place, and
amongst the rest came Miss Winter and
her cousin, who had been within hearing
of the disaster. The constable began to
feel very nervous and uncomfortable,
when he looked up from his charitable
occupation, and suddenly found the rec-
tor's daughter close to him. But his
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nervousness was uncalled for. The sight
of what he was about, and of the tender
way in which he was handling the child,
drove all remembrance of his heresies
and contumaciousness in the matter of
psalmody out of her head. She greeted
him with frankness and cordiality, and
presently — when he had given up his
charge to the mother, who was inclined
at first to be hard with the poor little
sobbing truant — came up, and said she
wished to speak a few words to him.
David was highly delighted at Miss
Winter's manner; but he walked along
by her side not quite comfortable in his
mind, for fear lest she should start the
old subject of dispute, and then his duty
as a public man would have to be done
at all risk of offending her. He was
much comforted when she began by
asking him whether he had seen much
of Widow Winburn's son lately.
David admitted that he generally saw
him every day.
Did he know that he had left his place,
and had quarrelled with Mr. Tester ?
Yes, David knew that Harry had had
words with Farmer Tester ; but Farmer
Tester was a sort that it was very hard
not to have words with.
" Still, it is very bad, you know, for
so young a man to be quarrelling with
the farmers," said Miss Winter.
" 'Twas the varmer as quarrelled wi'
he ; you see, Miss," David answered,
" which makes all the odds. He cum
to Harry all in a fluster, and said as how
he must drow up the land as he'd a' got,
or he's place — one or t'other on 'em.
And so you see, Miss, as Harry wur
kind o' druv to it. 'Twarn't likely as he
wur to drow up the land now as he wur
just reppin' the benefit ov it, and all for
Variner Tester's place, wich be no sich
gurt things, Miss, arter all."
" Very likely not ; but I fear it may
hinder his getting employment. The
other farmers will not take him on now,
if they can help it."
" No ; thaay falls out wi' one another
bad enough, and calls all manner o'
names. But thaay can't abide a poor
man to speak his mind, nor take his
own part, not one on 'em," said David,
looking at Miss Winter, as if doubtful
how she might take his strictures ; but she
went on, without any show of dissent, —
" I shall try to get him work for my
father; but I am sorry to find that
Simon does not seem to like the idea of
taking him on. It is not easy always to
make out Simon's meaning. When I
spoke to him, he said something about a
bleating sheep losing a bite ; but I should
think this young man is not much of a
talker in general 1 " she paused.
" That's true, Miss," said David, ener-
getically ; "there ain't a quieter spoken or
steadier man at his work in the parish."
" I'm very glad to hear you say so,"
said Miss Winter, " and I hope we may
soon do something for him. But what
I want you to do just now is to speak a
word to him about the company he seems
to be getting into."
The constable looked somewhat aghast
at this speech of Miss Winter's, but
did not answer, not knowing to what
she was alluding. She saw that he did
not understand, and went on —
"He is mowing to-day with a gang
from the heath and the next parish ; I.
am sure they are very bad men for him
to be with. I was so vexed when I
found Simon had given them the job;
but he said they would get it all down
i i a day, and be done with it, and that
was all he cared for."
"And 'tis a fine day's work, Miss, for
five men," said David, looking over the
field; "and 'tis good work too, you
mind the swarth else," and he picked
up a handful of the fallen grass to show
her how near the ground it was cut.
" Oh, yes, I have no doubt they are
very good mowers, but they are not good
men, I'm sure. There, do you see now
who it is that is bringing them beerl
I hope you will see Widow Winburn's
son, and speak to him, and try to keep
him out of bad company. We should
be all so sorry if he were to get into
trouble."
David promised to do his best, and
Miss Winter wished him good evening,
and rejoined her cousin.
" Well, Katie, will he do your
behest ? "
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" Yes, indeed ; and I think he is the
best person to do it. Widow Winburn
thinks her son minds him more than
any one."
" Do you know I don't think it will
ever go right. I'm sure she doesn't care
the least for him."
"Oh, you have only just seen her
once to-day for two or three minutes."
" And then, that wretched old Simon
is so perverse about it," said the cousin.
" You will never manage him."
"He is very provoking, certainly;
but I get my own way generally, in
spite of him. And it is such a perfect
plan, isn't it ? "
" Oh ! charming, if you can only
bring it about."
" Now we must be really going home,
papa will be getting restless." So the
young ladies left the hay-field deep in
castle-building for Harry Winburn and
the gardener's daughter, Miss Winter
being no more able to resist a tale of
true love than her cousin, or the rest of
her sex. They would have been more
or less than women if they had not
taken an interest in so absorbing a
passion as poor Harry's. By the time
they reached the Rectory Gate they had
installed him in the gardener's cottage
with his bride, and mother, (for there
would be plenty of room for the widow,
and it would be so convenient to have
the laundry close at hand) and had
pensioned old Simon, and sent him and
his old wife to wrangle away the rest of
their time in the widow's cottage.
Castle-building is a delightful and harm-
less exercise.
Meantime David the constable had
gone towards the mowers, who were
taking a short rest before finishing off
the last half acre which remained stand-
ing. The person whose appearance had
so horrified Miss Winter was drawing
beer for them from a small barrel This
was an elderly raw-boned woman with
a skin burnt as brown as that of any of
the mowers. She wore a man's hat and
spencer, and had a strong harsh voice,
and altogether was not a prepossessing
person. She went by the name of
Daddy Cowell in the parish, and had
been for years a proscribed person. She
lived up on the heath, often worked in
the fields, took in lodgers, and smoked
a short clay pipe. These eccentricities,
when added to her half-male clothing,
were quite enough to account for the
sort of outlawry in which she lived.
Miss Winter, and other good people of
Englebourn, believed her capable of any
crime, and the children were taught to
stop talking and playing, and run away
when she came near them ; but the
constable, who had had one or two
search warrants to execute in her house,
and had otherwise had frequent occasions
of getting acquainted with her in the course
of his duties, had by no means so evil
an opinion of her. He had never seen
much harm in her, he had been heard
to say, and she never made pretence to
much good. Nevertheless, David was
by no means pleased to see her acting
as purveyor to the gang which Harry
had joined. He knew how such contact
would damage him in the eyes of all
the parochial respectabilities, and was
anxious to do his best to get him clear
of it.
With these views he went up to the
men, who were resting under a large elm
tree, and complimented them on their
day's work. They were themselves well
satisfied with it, and with one another.
When men have had sixteen hours or
so hard mowing in company, and none
of them can say that the others have
not done their fair share, they are apt
to respect one another more at the end
of it. It was Harry's first day with
this gang, who were famous for going
about the neighbourhood, and doing
great feats in hay and wheat harvest.
They were satisfied with him and he
with them, none the less so probably
in his present frame of mind, because
they also were loose on the world,
servants of no regular master. It was
a bad time to make his approaches, the
constable saw ; so, after sitting by Harry
until the gang rose to finish off their
work ia the cool of the evening, and
asking him to come round by his cottage
on his way home, which Harry promised
to do, he walked back to the village.
To be continued.
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ALL'S WELL.
THE long night-watch is over ; fresh and
chill
Conies in the air of morn ; he slumbers
stiU.
Each hour more calm his laboured
breathings grew.
" 0 God ! may he awaken free from ill ;
May this supreme repose dear life re-
new!"
She rose, and to the casement came,
The curtain drew, and blank, grey
morn
Looked pitiless on eyes grief- worn,
On the dying lamp's red, flickering
flame,
And, slowly through the wavering
gloom
Searching out the shaded room,
Fell on a form — the pillowed head
So motionless, supinely laid.
O, was it death, or trance, or sleep,
Had power his sense thus locked to
keep ?
She turned, that woman wan and
mild;
She gazed through tears, yet hope-be-
guiled;
He was her son, her first-born child, —
Ah, hush ! she may not weep.
Many a night, with patient eye,
Had she watched him — sight of woe !
Fever-chained, unconscious lie ;
Many a day passed heavily,
Since met in glad expectancy
Eound the cheerful hearth below
Young and old, a goodly show,
To welcome from the wondrous main,
Their wanderer home returned again.
The father's careful brow unbent,
The mother happily intent
That nothing should be left undone
To greet him best ; the youngest one
In childish, bright bewilderment,
Longed, curious, to look upon
Her own, strange sailor-brother sent
Afar, before she could remember ;
While elder sons and daughters
thought
What change in the playmate un-
forgotten
Time and foreign skies had wrought.
Could he be like that fair-haired boy,
With curly hair of golden hue,
And merry-twinkling eye of blue,
Whose tones were musical with joy 1
For he had sailed all round the world,
In China's seas our flag unfurled,
On Borneo's coast with pirates fought,
From famed spice-islands treasure
brought,
^ Had been where the Upas grew !
But the long June day was closing
fast,
And yet he did not come ;
And anxious looks and murmurs
passed.
Some gazed without, sate listless some ;
Down the hill-side, across the vale,
Night-mists are rising, sweeps the
gale;
But nought can we see through the
gloom ;
When, hark ! a step at the wicket-gate,
, And the brothers rushed out with
call and shout.
Welcome, at last, though late !
And round him hurriedly they press,
And bring him in to the warm-lit
room,
To his mother's fond caress.
" But how is this ? dear son, thy lips are
pale ;
And thy brow burneth, and thy speech
doth fail.
Hath some sore sickness thus thy frame
opprest,
Or sinkest thou for want of food and
rest?"
"All's well — I am at home ; but make
my bed soon,
For I am weary, mother, and fain would
lay me down."
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Airs Well.
Even while he spake, he tottered, fell ;
The heavy lid reluctantly
Shrouded the glazing, love-strained
eye.
They tenderly raised him ; who may
teU,
What anguish theirs ? That smothered
cry!
They "bore him up the narrow stair ;
They laid him on his bed with care ;
On snowy pillow, — flower-besprent,
(Ah ! for lighter slumber meant.)
They knew some pestilential blight
Lurked in his blood with deadly
might,
And they trembled for the morrow.
Thus in the smitten house that night,
All joy was changed to sorrow.
Yea, swift and near, the fever-fiend
Had dogged the mariner's homeward
way.
One ocean south, one ocean north,
The ship from red Lymoon sailed
forth,
But fast in her hold the dark curse
lay;
In vain blew the cool west-wind.
"Week after week, he now, in vain,
Had breathed his pleasant native air ;
For still with restless, burning brain,
He seemed to toss on a fiery main,
'Neath a sky of copper glare.
Under his window a sweet-briar grew,
And fragrance his boyhood full well
knew,
In at the open lattice flung ;
The thrush in his own old pear-tree
sung.
Young voices from the distance borne,
Or mower's scythe at dewy morn,
Cock's shrill crowing, all around
Sweet familiar scent or sound,
None could bring his spirit peace ;
None from wandering dreams release.
He heard an angry surf still thunder,
Crashing planks beneath him sunder,
Tumults that, ever changing, never
cease.
" Look, look ! what glides and glitters in
the brake 1
Is it a panther, or green crested snake ?
Ah ! cursed Malay — I see his cruel eye ;
His hissing arrows pierce me 1 Must I lie,
Weltering in torture on this hell-hot
brine ;
Not one cool drop my parching throat*
to slake 1
Jesu have mercy ! what a fate is mine ! "
Yet ever his mother's yearning gaze,
Saintly sad, was on him dwelling ;
Could it not penetrate the haze
Of phantasy, and, frenzy-quelling
In heart and brain, soft-healing flow ?
His sister came with noiseless tread,
And, bending o'er the sufierer's bed,
Lightly laid her smooth, cold palm
Upon the throbbing brow ;
And with the touch a gradual calm
Stole quietly, diffusing slow
Sleep's anguish-soothing balm.
Pain's iron links, a little while
Eelaxing, let his spirit rove
In vision some Atlantic isle,
Where waved the tall Areca palm ;
Fresh breezes fanned, and gushing
rills
Murmured, as in green English grove
They, winding, deepen from the hills.
And momentary smiled, perchance,
Dear faces thro' the shadowy trance,
His unclosed eye saw not, though
near ;
Dear voices reached the spell-bound
ear,
His waking sense had failed to hear.
Only a little space — too soon
The fiery scourge, from slumber burst,
Swept like the tyrannous typhoon,
Gathering new rage, the last the
worst;
Till the pulse ebbed low, and life
Shrank wasted from the strife.
At length a dreamless stupor deep
Fell on him, liker death than sleep.
At eve the grave physician said :
" No more availeth human aid ;
Nature will thus his powers restore,
Or else he sleeps to wake no more."
Alone his mother watched all night,
In silent agony of prayer.
When dimly gleamed the dawning light,
She thought, "Its ghastly, spectral
stare
Airs Well.
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Makes his hue so ashen white."
But, when broadening day shone
bright,
Froze to despair her shivering dread.
None who have seen that leaden mask
Over loved features greyly spread,
" Whose superscription this 1 " need
ask.
Soft she unclosed the door, and said,
" Come," in whisper hoarse and low ;
And silently they came,
One by one, the same
Who had joyous met by the hearth
below,
Only three short weeks ago.
They looked, " Is it life, or death?"
She beckoned them in, and, with
hushed breath
Standing around, they saw dismayed
That living soul already laid
The shadow of the grave beneath.
Kneeling beside his hope, his pride,
Felled in youth's prime, his sea-worn
son,
Aloud the reverend father cried :
"Submissive, Lord, we bow ; Thy will be
done ;
Yet grant some token ere my child
depart,
Thy love hath ever dwelt within his
heart,
And through the vale of darkness safe
will guide."
"Amen, amen," in faltering response
sighed
Mother and children, watchers woe-
begone.
0 mournful vigils, lingering long !
0 agonies of hope, that wrong
Solemn prayer for swift release,
And the soul's eternal peace !
Now holy calm, now wild desire
With sick suspense alternate tire,
Till very consciousness must cease.
Faint the reluctant hours expire ;
The mind flows back ; as in a dream
Trivial imaginations stream
Over the blank of grief,
Bringing no relief.
Haply some sudden sound without —
A sheep-dog's bark, or schoolboy's
shout,
No. 9. — VOL. ii.
Or careless whistler passing near —
May, unaware, pierce the dull ear,
And feeble, mystic wonder wake,
And straight the web of fancy break ;
The awful Presence over all
Hovering unseen, a brooding pall.
" 0, look ! what change is there 1 can
hope revive ?
Lift his head gently, give him air "
As drive
Strong winds through a thunder-cloud,
and shear
Athwart, on either side, its blackness,
Sweeping the empyrean clear ;
So, from the stony visage rent,
Instantaneously withdrew
The heaviness, the livid hue ;
And the inward spirit shining
through
Serene, ethereal brightness lent.
His eyes unclosed ; their gaze intent
No narrow, stifling limits saw,
No aspects blanched by love and awe —
Far, far on the eternal bent.
Hark ! from his lips the seaman's
cheer,
Sudden, deep-thrilling, did they hear,
" Land ahead ! " The words of welcome
rose ;
Then he sank back in isolate repose.
What land 1 0 say, thou tempest- tost !
Whither hath thy worn bark drifted,
Seest thou thine own dear, native
coast —
Vision by strong desire uplifted —
Britain's white cliffs afar appearing ;
Or art thou not, full surely, nearing
That unknown strand, that furthest
shore,
Whence wanderer never saileth more ?
But hush ! again he speaks with sted-
fast tone,
" Let go the, anchor." Now, the port is
won.
0 happy mariner ! at last,
Ocean storms and perils past,
Past treacherous rock and shelving
shoal,
And the ravening breakers' roll,
Securely moored in haven blest,
Thy weary soul hath found its rest,
Touching now the golden strand !
Before thee lies the promised land,
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My Friend Mr. Bedlow :
To- thy raptured eyes revealed
(Eyes on earth for ever sealed).
Eternity's reflected splendour
Transfigure th the hollow brow;
And the shattered hull must render,
Landed, the free spirit now.
Wayfarers we, on a homeless sea,
Bid thee not return, delay ;
But oh ! one word of parting say !
Sweet, solemn, full, those final accents
feU,
Pledge of undying peace : he spake,
"AM* well."
Yea, all is well ; that last adieu
Opened Paradise to view ;
While, on tremulous passing sigh,
The happy spirit floated by.
O'er mourning hearts in anguish
hushed,
Effluence ecstatic gushed ;,
They saw Heaven's gates of pearl un-
fold
Paven courts of purest gold,
The glorious city on a height
Lost in distances of light ;
Heard angelic harpings sweet,
Voices jubilant, that greet
New comers through the floods of
death ;
Felt softly blow a passing breath
Celestial, the winnowings
Viewless of ethereal wings.
This could not last for mortal strain,
Transport sinking down to pain*;
Yet a refulgent glimpse of Heaven,
Never by cloud or storm-blast riven,
Ray from love divine, shall dwell
On all who heard that last farewell
Sweet, faint echoes, never dying,
Of far homes immortal tell,
Where sorrows cease, and tears and
sighing ;
Still whispering: "All is well, is
well."
H. L.
MY FRIEND MR BEDLOW : OR, REMINISCENCES OF AMERICAN
COLLEGE LIFE.
BY CARL BENSON, AUTHOR OP " FIVE YEARS IN AN ENGLISH UNIVERSITY," ETC.
IN TWO PARTS : PART I.
BE so good as to transport yourself in
time backward for rather more than
twenty years, and in space westward as
far as New Haven.
What New Haven ?
There is one place, if not more, of the
name in England ; possibly others in
Scotland and Ireland; but the New
Haven I mean is half the capital of the
state of Connecticut.
Half the capital?
Literally so. It divides the honour
of being the state metropolis with Hart-
ford, and the state legislature meets- in
each city alternately.
New Haven has the reputation, and
justly so, of being a very pretty place.
I have sometimes compared it to the
environs of Cheltenham, mutatis mu-
tandis, which in this case must be trans-
lated, substituting wooden houses for stone
ones; not a very good comparison, but the
best that occurs. It is one of the few
cities in the world where birds fly and
bees hum at large in the streets. Two
long avenues, crossing each other at
right angles, contain the book-stores
(Anglicb booksellers) and the grocery-
stores, and all the other " stores," and
the hotels and principal boarding-
houses — all the business of the place,
in fact ; and the remaining streets are
occupied, not by the " upper ten " exactly
— in the time we write of, Willis had
not yet invented the upper ten, — but by
private dwellings almost exclusively ;
neat little white wooden houses, — cot-
tages you might call them, — and much
" greenery " all about, and the birds and
bees aforesaid ; altogether, a very good
specimen of the rus in urbe.
Such was it at the period of which I
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219
write. Since then it has not entirely
escaped the progress of modern improve-
ment. It has big brown stone " stores,"
and stone — or imitation of it — private
houses, and a more ambitious look gene-
rally. It is said that there are young
ladies who waltz ; perhaps there are even
fast horses. But in the year 183 — it
was a truly unsophisticated, country -like
place, at least half a century behind New
York in all the externals of material
civilization.
It is not, however, the place that you
are to notice at all, but its inhabitants,
or rather a very small portion, numeri-
cally speaking, of its inhabitants — the
five hundred students of Yale College.
Five hundred we may call them in round
numbers, including the graduate profes-
sional students, — not a great multitude,
but they are conspicuous enough every-
where, notwithstanding the absence of
any academical costume. The difference
between "town" and "gown" is always
strongly marked, even when the " gown"
has no gown. The bursch may wear no
beard, or cap, or other peculiar mark, yet
he is never to be mistaken for the
philister. The greenest "fresh" at Yale
may be distinguished with half an eye
from the " town-loafer."
Suppose it then to be a fine spring
noon ; let us walk down this long street,
which extends from the college to the
post-office. The municipal authorities,
wise without knowing it, have placed
the latter at a considerable distance from
the former ; else it is to be feared that
many of the students would never take
any exercise at all. The Yalensiaris are
great correspondents, and great devourers
of newspapers ; and,, the postman being
an institution quite unknown to New
Haven, they are forced to fetch and carry
for themselves ; besides, this is the
fashionable promenade of the town, so
we are sure to meet many parties and
groups of these youths* They are about
the average age of English upper-form
public schoolboys^ for they usually enter
at fifteen, and "go out," as a .Gantab
would call it — " graduate," as they call
it — at nineteen. They are not quite the '
average size of the schoolboys aforesaid^
for they grow later and longer ; but, in
spite of this, they have ten times more
the air of men. Not finer specimens of
animal development ; we have just re-
marked that they do; not attain their full
growth so soon, nor, on the other hand,
do I mean that they show any signs of
premature dissipation ; but they have a
self-possessed, at-their-ease, independent^
don' t-care - a - monosyllable - for - anybody,
air, that it would be hard to match among
the youth of any other country, not ex-
cepting those of France, who are sup-
posed to be particularly forward, and, hi
some respects, are so. Take at random
any three of these young men (they
would be fearfully insulted if you were
to call them boys), the odds are that
you may set up one of the three with-
out warning before fifteen hundred men,
and he will extemporize them a speech
about things in general and the politics
of the country in particular. Or he will
charge a drawing-room full of ladies with
equal gallantry ; only then you must not
take him altogether without preparation ;
he must have time to make his most ela-
borate toilette — otherwise he would be
disconcerted indeed.
For dress is rather a vanity of these
youths, as you may see at a very super-
ficial glance. They have small feef, and
are proud of them, to judge from the deli-
cate, lady-like boots they wear. Most of
them sport kid gloves, and some of thenv
light kid gloves. Many of them delight
in fancy caps, as being more picturesque,
and at the same time more convenient,
than the common domestic hat. Their
dress appears to be got up on what
some one calls the Frenchman's theory
of dress, a combination of colours ;
and they have also a continental, or, if
you prefer it, a flash tendency in the
matter of chains, pins, and studs. If
it had been a month or two earlier in
the season, you would have seen most
of them enveloped in magnificent full-;
circle blue cloth cloaks, atv least £12
worth of cloth • and velvet to each
cloak It must be observed, however, /
that these melodramatic envelopes were '
preferred to overcoats on grounds of
use as well as show. In their hurried
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My Friend Mr. Bedlow :
preparation for the very early morning
chapel, the students not unfrequently
donned an old dressing-gown, in lieu of
coat, and entirely neglected the minor
details of cravat and waistcoat, the
charitable mantle supplying all defi-
ciencies of looks or warmth.
But these elegant youths do not com-
prise the whole body of Yalensians.
Contrasted with them we remark many
students of a very different type. Men —
old men, comparatively speaking — say
from twenty-four to thirty years of age !
Their attire is not only unfashionable,
but positively shabby. Coats of " home-
made " cloth, threadbare and rusty, worn
to holes at the cuffs, and strangely
bound there with velvet, — the attempt
at converting a patch into an ornament
only making the poverty of the gar-
ment more conspicuous, — cowhide shoes,
"shocking bad" hats, coarse linen, of
doubtful whiteness. These are the
"beneficiaries," the students who have
taken to the ministry late in life. You
might compare them to the small-
college fellow-commoners at Cambridge,
with this important difference, that
whereas the latter are wealthy, the
"beneficiaries" are much the reverse.
Indeed, they derive their popular name
from the pecuniary benefit which they
receive from the college. Various
charitable legacies and donations give
them about £\ 5 a year each, and that is
all the actual cash some of them can
depend upon. Now, though New Haven
is not a dear place, still a man can
hardly well board himself there for less
than two dollars — that is, about eight
shillings — a week. It is evident, there-
fore, that some other means must be
resorted to to make up the deficit.
Some beneficiaries absent themselves
during a portion of the winter to teach
schools, their own studies necessarily
suffering meantime. One of them rings
the college bell (he earns his money,
poor fellow !). Some of them sleep in
little closets adjoining the " recitation "
(lecture) rooms, and get their lodging
gratis in return for keeping the said
recitation-rooms in order. Several of
them wait on the other students in hall,
and for so doing get their own meals
free of expense. Cambridge sizars
used to do the same thing : the prac-
tice has continued in democratic Ame-
rica long after it was abolished in
aristocratic England ; for all I know to
the contrary, it exists in full force to
the present day.
Are you curious to know how these
men are treated by their fellow-students ?
They mingle on terms of perfect equality,
but their intercourse is far from being
perfectly genial. Not on account of the
beneficiaries' poverty, nor yet altogether
from the difference of age, though that
has something to do with it ; but rather
owing to unfortunate theological differ-
ences, of which more hereafter. Before
the "faculty" — that is, the college autho-
rities— they all stand on a par. Indeed, if
there were any preference to be shown,
the beneficiaries would most naturally
come in for it, since the tutor has
nothing possible to expect from the
rich student, whom the chances are he
will never see when the latter has once
left college, whereas he feels a strong
sympathy for the poor student, having,
in perhaps the majority of cases, sprung
from that class himself.
When speaking of dress and orna-
ments just above, we omitted one kind
of ornament common to all the stu-
dents, though the beneficiaries are rather
less adorned in this way than the others.
You perceive that a large number, pro-
bably full half, of them, wear queer
trinkets of gold, or gold and enamel,
inscribed with Greek letters and various
quaint devices. Some of them are
broad, flat, old-fashioned watch-keys j
others are triangles, stars, or suns, used
as " charms," or breloques ; others heavy
embossed rings, and others again breast-
pins ; — the shapes and devices of the
breastpins are the most ferociously
mystic of all. These are the badges of
the secret societies which swarm in
every American college. They have
different origins, different professed aims,
and very different degrees of secrecy.
Some scarcely profess to conceal their
proceedings from the outsiders, while
others shroud themselves in thickest
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221
mystery. One society was a sort of
appendix to academic honours, being
composed of all who took a certain
standing in the junior (third) year.
Another was supposed to be made up of
the best "speakers" and "writers,"
especially the latter ; candidates for the
editorship of the magazines, and gainers
of " composition " prizes — English com-
position, not Latin ; though, for that
matter, if you were otherwise unob-
jectionable, writing Latin would qualify
you at a pinch almost as well as writing
English : it certainly was the rarer
accomplishment of the two. Others —
these were the breastpins generally — •
limited their numbers to a very select
few, in the choice of whom personal
considerations were presumed to weigh
no less than literary. These were
awfully mysterious. One of them, the
awe and admiration of all freshmen,
had a most ferocious pin, with a piratical
device of a death's head and cross-
bones, and — a live skeleton I was going
to say, — I mean a real one, in a corner of
the room where it met, and an unuttera-
ble name (like that of Ancient Rome)
known only to the initiated. To belong
to this chib was a great object of am-
bition, and its principle of selection
seemed to be that two-thirds of its
members were about the cleverest and
j oiliest fellows of their year, and the
other third gentlemanly nobodies of some
pecuniary means. In spite of all precau-
tions and freemasonry, there was sufficient
leakage to make one conclude that the basis
of all these associations was the same —
what we may call the great motive prin-
ciple of an American college — speaking
and writing, writing and speaking ;
while on this the more aristocratic
breastpins had crossed the popular
Anglo-Saxon institution of grub, with
the necessary concomitant of something
to drink, which made the breastpins
more expensive ; and on this account, as
well as some others, they admitted few
"beneficiaries;" but some of these forced
their way even into the piratical sanc-
tuary— for talent, or what passes for
such, is a great leveller of distinctions
in a transatlantic university. The less
ostensible badges, such as rings and
bracelets (I assure you I am not joking;
there were students who wore bracelets
in my time), generally betokened mere
symposia, like the B. S. club at Cam-
bridge, which, with its lettered buttons,
is the only approach to the American
system my English experience supplies
me with. But, 0 reader ! — whom I
always take somehow to be a Cantab — •
try and realize this phenomenon at your
own alma mater — the Johnian scholars
wearing oblong watch-keys, the " Athe-
naeum " men star breloques, the " apo-
stles " enamelled breastpins with an
allegorical design of Goethe trampling
on the Record, even the dozen Trinity
bachelors who meet in one another's
rooms on Sunday night to drink coffee
and read Shakespeare (if that informal
association still exists), setting up a ring
of some peculiar form. A very ridi-
culous state of things, you would say ;
and my private opinion about coincides
with yours. Every possible club, or
combination of Yalensians, had its badge,
save only the three great debating socie-
ties, called par excellence the literary
societies, to one of which every member
of the university belonged, and which,
probably for that reason, had no decora-
tion peculiar to them.1
And now, even though my friend Bill
Bedlow is waiting all this time to be
introduced to you, I must go back a
little to say something that might per-
haps have come in more d propos of the
big cloaks and the early chapels. When
you see this heterogeneous mass of boys
and men — doubly heterogeneous, for
they come from all parts of the Union,
scarcely a state unrepresented, and from
all sorts of schools, or no schools at all, —
one of the first questions that naturally
occurs to you is, by what discipline are
1 Even, these made a parade of secrecy,
allowing no strangers to be present at their
debates, and admitting new members with
much formality and a Christy 's-ininstrel-like
" knocking at the door." It is singular that,
with all this preparatory training to secrecy,
when they get into real life no people let out
political secrets so readily as the Americans.
Perhaps it is merely a case of " diamond cut
diamond."
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My Friend Mr. Bedlow :
these students kept in order, or is there
any pretence of keeping them in order ?
According to your own ideas and expe-
rience, the system will be apt to strike
you as a singular mixture of laxity and
sternness; but, on further consideration,
you will probably be convinced that it
is not only the most natural, but the
only possible one, o
First, then, there are no such things
known as walls or gates in the estab-
lishment. To "gate"* or "wall" a re-
fractory student would be simply impos-
sible, for want of the material masonry.
There is indeed a law that no one shall be
out of his room after ten P.M., but it is as
obsolete as those English college statutes
.which provide for the flogging of fresh-
men in chapel, or their not. walking
alone on Sundays. The primitive hours
of the old gentlemen and ladies who
let lodgings may be supposed to put
some check on any noctivagant propen-
sities of their lodgers ; but for those
students who "room" in college — more
than half the whole number — there
really is no let or hindrance to their
passing the night out, any night and
avery night of the week, if they choose.
But on the other hand, there is a
most rigid system of roll-call and muster.
To put it into Cantab phraseology, the
.Yalensians have to keep sixteen chapels
and sixteen lectures a week, and that
during three terms, which take up full
three-quarters of the entire year, instead
of less than one-half of it Yale, like
almost all the American colleges, has
its particular religion. It belonged to
.the Congregationalists, a species of demo-
cratic Presbyterians, answering, I be-
lieve, to the English Independents.
The Episcopalians are allowed to go to
their own church on Sundays, but even
there the monitor pursues them. And
suppose a student fails to attend? In
that case the process is sufficiently
euinmary. A certain, not very large,
number of " absent" marks — say thirty
in the course of the year — involves
your polite dismission from the institu-
tion, no matter how high your moral
or intellectual standing.
There would have been a great
slaughter of the innocents under this
system, but for a little elasticity in the
practical working of it. The sole ex-
cuse for absence was illness ; the test
of illness was keeping your room, the
proof of your having kept your room
was your word for it, unless you were
stupid enough to run bolt against a
tutor. But without supposing any
direct violation of truth, there were
many cold winter days when to stay
in doors for twenty-four hours was no
great hardship, and the sick man could
always find some friend to bring him
his meals.
Disturbances of so grave a character
that the "faculty" are compelled to
notice them, occur very rarely. In such
cases the offenders are usually " sus-
pended," i.e. rusticated, for a term or
longer. Expulsion is sometimes re-
sorted to, pour encourager les autres.
Sometimes a whole class, or the greater
part of one, rebels, generally for some
such silly reason as, that the " recita-
tions"— in plain English the lessons — are
too long On such occasion a number
of the recalcitrant youth are apt to expel
themselves, and the authorities have a
habit of sending the "balance" after them
for the sake of symmetry.
Now then, having duly prepared the
way for the introduction of so important
a person, let me present to your notice,
Mr. William Bedlow, or Bill Bedlow, as
his intimate friends, like myself, are
permitted to call him, notwithstanding
his dignified carriage.
"Mr. Bedlow, of New York"— that
is the legitimate manner of introducing
him — forms the central figure of the
group standing in front of that not
very magnificent confectioner's across
the way. Mr. Bedlow is between nine-
teen and twenty years of age — you cer-
tainly would not take him to be a day
older, and you might very well take
him to be a year or two younger. His
stature rather above medium height;
his figure slender, denoting activity
rather than strength. His features are
delicate, and decidedly handsome, and
his black hair has a tendency to curl
under the rakish silk-tasselled cap that
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223
is pitched on one side of his head.
No moustache of course : that was as
rare an article under the presidency of
Martin Von Buren as under the premier-
ship of Lord Melbourne. His toilette
is " got up to kill," as the slang phrase
goes — his broad shirt collar turns down
over a black satin cravat ; his frock-
coat is dark-olive, with fancy silk but-
tons, and a velvet collar.
Bill's waistcoat is a wonderful affair:
delicately blended shades of straw-
colour, salmon-colour, and pearl-grey ;
he had it made last summer, when he
was manager of the Commencement ball ;
the nine managers bought the whole
piece of waistcoating, to appropriate it
to themselves. His pantaloons (re-
member, Ave are in America for.the nonce,
and must talk American) are French-
grey ; his feet, as small as a woman's,
are cased in thin seal-skin boots, with
very high heels ; one of his hands —
which, if not quite so small as a woman's,
are nearly as white — is carefully fitted
into a pearl-coloured kid, the other is
bare, probably to show a large embossed
ring, the badge of one of his societies.
Various other badges are plastered over
his waistcoat and shirt-front.
After this detail, you may perhaps
express your opinion, that Mr. Bedlow
looks like a guy, Not improbably he
does so to you. I can only say we
used to think him a very handsome
fellow, and no end of a swell. You may
perhaps also think (I am aware he is
open to criticism in many ways) that he
has an effeminate look. And, when I
complete the picture by making you
observe that he is eating a paper of
candy, positive sugar-candy, which he
has just bought at the confectioner's
behind him, you will be still more likely
to think so. Nevertheless, before we
have done with him, you will see that
Bill is, to use a Western phrase, " some"
in a row. *
Bedlow was rather a college idol of
mine. Why I worshipped him has
sometimes puzzled me since ; he was
not so very clever or noble after all, and
I believe has never done anything as a
man to distinguish himself. But his
little knot of intimate friends swore by
him, and generally -he -was one of the
most popular and influential members of
his class one of the best hated too, as
popular men are apt to be.
Bill came up at the age of fifteen, a
rosy lively lad from New York, where
his father was a lawyer and politician
(in America the terms are almost syn-
onymous) of some position, and fair,
though not large, fortune. He had under-
gone his preparatory studies at a pretty
good private school, of which there were
then, and still are, a large number in the
Northern States. Thanks to this school,
Bedlow was better off for Latin, espe-
cially Latin prosody, than most of the
New Englanders ; he naturally knew
more about the elegances of city life ; he
was pretty well supplied with money or
credit ; so on the whole he began by rather
despising the bulk of his fellow-students,
and setting up for an aristocrat. Bather
an odd way, you may say, of acquiring
popularity ; and, had Bedlow been a fool
in other respects, or a weak, undecided
character, he would doubtless have made
sad shipwreck of his pretensions. But
having a deal of " go " in him, and being
quick enough to excel up to a certain
point in anything he would take the
.trouble to apply himself to, he ended by
' ,ausing his assumption of superiority to
be on the whole acknowledged. His
first success, however, was not exactly
of a literary nature.
The undergraduate course at all Ame-
rican colleges occupies four years. The
four divisions are not called "years,"
but "classes," and the lines between
them are much more strictly drawn, as
we shall have further occasion to see by
and by, than between the men of diffe-
rent years in an English university. The
second-year students are called sopho-
mores ; why, nobody knows. The popular
explanation used to be, that the name
was compounded of the two contradictory
Greek words most resembling it in
sound, and had originally been applied
as a term of derision. But an erudite
Yale professor found out by dint of vast
research that the epithet was formerly
written sophimore, a discovery for which
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My Friend Mr. Bedlow :
he took to himself great credit, and which
greatly helped to elucidate the difficulty.1
These sophomores, or sophimores, or
sophs (the usual abbreviation will serve
to compromise the difference in ortho-
graphy) have the traditional reputation
of being the chief actors in such small
amount of larking as goes on at Yale.
Their particular speciality used to be
hoaxing the freshmen. In all societies
of boys or young men everywhere it is
customary to play tricks upon new-
comers ; but the American contrivances
certainly went ahead of most European
doings of the kind. Probably the nearest
approach to them might be found in an
Irish mess of the last generation. Some
of the tricks were simply dishonest,
such as chousing an unlucky freshman
out of fifty cents or half a dollar under
pretence of an "oil tax." Other diversions
were, blowing up the hapless tyros with
gunpowder, or making their rooms un-
inhabitable for a time by means of
asafcetida. Another favourite sport was
to gain surreptitious admission into a
freshman's room and make an inverse
ratio of all the contents, after the manner
formerly in vogue among sprightly young
officers. One of the most innocent
amusements was "smoking a fresh."
When it had been ascertained (by the
Baconian process of offering him a
weed) that a particular freshman did not
smoke, half a dozen sophs would — with
consequences which may be guessed —
combine to initiate him.
But the pet joke was sham-tutoring.
One of the oldest and gravest looking
sophs, his dignity further enhanced by
a pair of spectacles, green or otherwise,
sent an accomplice to inform one of the
freshmen that tutor (some imaginary
name) wished to see him immediately.
An invisible audience crammed the two
bedrooms adjoining the sitting-room in
which the soph received his supposed
pupil, without asking him to take a
1 The "speaking and writing" mania begins
its ravages in the second year. Hence sopho-
moric or sophomorical has come to be an
American adjective to express anything even
more bombastic and absurd than the usual
style of forensic and congressional eloquence.
chair, but in other respects very politely,
and proceeded to ask him all manner of
questions about his parents, and family,
and himself, what were his means and
prospects, how many shirts he had — this
was always a great point, — and the num-
ber of the poor fellow's under garments,
five, six, or seven as the case might
be, was carefully taken down as a subject
for a future jest — in short, anything
that was likely to afford occasion for
" trotting him out."
Now in Bill's first term the sophs
undertook to sham-tutor him, although
he was by no means the usual kind of
subject; a much older, much greener,
and much poorer class was usually select-
ed for this victimization. Perhaps they
thought him so self-sufficient and over-
convinced of his own sharpness that he
might easily be taken in. If so, never
were men more mistaken, for the fresh-
man, after pretending to be duly awe-
struck at the awful presence into which
he was ushered, began to answer the
questions addressed to him in a way
which soon showed that lie was chaffing
the sham-tutor. However, the pretended
functionary went on with his interroga-
tion, more because he did not know well
how to get out of it than from a desire
to continue a farce in which the tables
were so turned upon himself, until it
came to the subject of the inner vest-
ments, when Bill, instead of a direct
reply, innocently remarked, that he did
not wonder at the faculty interesting
themselves in the students' cleanliness j
there certainly was great need of their
interference ; he had noticed a great
many dirty shirts, particularly among
the sophomores, whose linen struck him
as extremely problematical. At this
the concealed parties could hold out no
longer, but rushed out from their closets
in great wrath, and with loud cries of
" Hustle him out !" ejected Bill into the
entry. But when they had got him
there, the freshman, though smaller than
any of his assailants, made such use of
his fists as to astonish one or two of
them ; not merely astonish, but incense
them, and, the staircase-window being
open (it was only a second floor), some-
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225
body proposed that they should throw
him. out of it, which was accordingly
done forthwith. But Bedlow, who hadn't
been used to that sort of uhing at home,
took care to pull out a sophomore along
with him, that he might have something
soft to fall upon. The soph fell under-
most and broke his arm ; the freshman
got off with a few bruises. The affair
was hushed up, and very few even of the
students ever heard of it, but there buzzed
around a mysterious rumour that Bed-
low had somehow "served out" the
sophs completely. They were always ob-
served to give him a wide berth, and
his own class began to regard him as
,a hero.
You will please not to infer from the
above that American second-year men
have a habit of throwing freshmen out
of third-story windows. A set of youth
less belligerent, less aggressive, less ad-
dicted to anything like breaches of the
peace than the Yalensians were in my
time, it would be hard to conceive, much
more to find. A personal collision even
with a " town-loafer " was of very rare
occurrence, among themselves still rarer.
Looking back to my own feelings and
habits of mind as an undergraduate
there, I am quite sure that nothing short
of the direst extremity, such as peril of
my own life or another's, could have
forced me to lay hands on a comrade,
and I am equally sure that the same
might have been said of half, or more
than half, the students. So far as one
can reason back upon the subject, I im-
pute this state of feeling to three causes.
First (I affirm it in all sincerity), religi-
ous principle, a solemn conviction that
it was unchristian to resort to personal
violence, save when in obvious peril of
life or limb. Secondly, a conviction
nearly or quite as strong, that personal
violence was ungentlemanly. Thirdly, a
want of, not presence of mind exactly,
but what you might almost call presence
of body ; a want of familiarity with
dangerous positions and bodily strug-
gles. Cowardice I do not admit as a
constituting element. At the same time,
I do admit that the conduct above de-
scribed may be very easily misinterpreted
as the effect of cowardice (more's the
pity !), and that the unfortunate results
of such misinterpretation are now too
plainly visible. The hot-headed South-
erner, finding the people of the North not
so ready as himself to resent a real or
supposed insult with a blow, began at a
very early period of our history to form
his conception of them as wanting in
courage. This idea gaining ground by
repetition in each successive genera-
tion, the insolence of the slaveholders
gained ground pari passu, till the abuse
culminated in the present state of
things, when Northern representatives
are obliged to carry revolvers to Con-
gress to protect themselves.
Bedlow, therefore, having founded his
reputation as a wit and a hero at the
same time, was able to rest on his laurels
in the latter character ; in the former
he felt bound to do something more.
Among the various rhetorical paces
through which we were put, one of the
earliest consisted in declaiming, or
" speaking pieces," which we had to do
to a great extent, once a week at least.
A few of the students took a school-
boy pleasure in this, but the majority
were much the reverse of delighted ;
even those fondest of hearing their own
voices in debates of their own composi-
Uon were bored at being obliged to
rehearse the compositions of others ; and
still more bored to hear them rehearsed.
Bedlow endeavoured to enliven the per-
formance by selecting humorous extracts,
such as Serjeant Buzfuz from "Pickwick"
(which had just then appeared) ; but
the professor of elocution, feeling the
dignity of his lecture-room violated by
the unseemly sound of laughter, forbade
the young speaker to choose any more
" comic " speeches. Whereupon, Bill
swore that he would deliver a comic
speech in spite of the professor. Next
time, he selected a well-known bit of
Irish eloquence : well-known, because
it was one of the first in our freshman
manual of extracts ; a speech in an
action for libel, stigmatizing the libeller
as worse than the highway robber. " The
man who plunders on the highway
may have the semblance of an apology
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for what he does. 'A loved wife may
demand subsistence, a circle of helpless
children may raise to him the supplicat-
ing hand for food. He may be driven to
the act by the high mandate of impera-
tive necessity," &c. &c. And a little
farther on it is affirmed, that the libel-
ler's victim, "if innocent, may look like
Anaxagoras to the heavens, but must
feel that the whole earth," <fec. Such
was the speech by Bill chosen ; but in
reciting it, pretending to forget the
words, he travestied it into utter non-
sense. The professor did not quite
comprehend him at first, for he began in
alow tone, and had a Rachel orRobson-
like habit of dropping his voice at times,
till almost inaudible ; but, when the grave
instructor did hear what was going on,
he was horrified by the following :
" The man who blunders on the high-
way may have the hindrance of an
analogy for what he does. A snubbed
wife may command resistance ; a circle
of yelping children may raise to him the
suffocating hand for food. He may be
driven to the act by the huge mammoth
of impertinent necromancy."
The professor rubbed his ears and
eyes, hardly daring to believe those
organs. Meanwhile, Bedlow had gone
down into one of his sotto voces, and the
next words audible were —
" If innocent, he may look, like an ox
or an ass, to the heavens — " Here
Bill's speech was brought to an untimely
close, for the professor, in great wrath,
ordered him down, and threatened to
have him suspended. But the good luck
which seemed to attend Bedlow in all
his scrapes, got him off scotfree.
To be continued.
AN EASTERN LEGEND VERSIFIED,
FEOM ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE'S TRAVELS.
JR'li.1 . BY THE REV. CHARLES TURNER.
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'TWAS just when harvest-tide was gone,
In Haroun's golden days ;
When deeds in love and honour done
Were blest with royal praise :
Two equal heirs of perch and rood,
Two brothers, woke and said —
As each upon the other's good
Bethought him in his bed ;
The elder spake unto his wife,
Our brother dwells alone,
' No little babes to cheer his lifo,
' And helpmate hath he none :
' Up let us get, and of our heap
' A shock bestow or twain,
The while he lieth sound asleep
' And wots not of the gain."
So up they gat, and did address
Themselves with loving heed,
Before the dawning of the day,
To do that gracious deed.
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Now to the other, all unsought,
The same kind fancy came ;
Nor wist they of each other's thought,
Though moved to the same.
" My brother he hath wife," he said,
" And babes at breast and knee ;
" A little boon might give him aid,
" Though slender boot to me.'*
So up he gat, and did address
Himself with loving heed,
Before the dawning of the day,
To mate his brother's deed.
Thus played they oft their kindly parts,
And marvelled oft to view
Their sheaves still equal, for their hearts
In love were equal too.
One morn they met, and wondering stood
To see, by clear daylight,
How each upon the other's good
Bethought him in the night.
So, when this tale to court was brought,
The caliph did decree,
Where twain had thought the same good thought,
There Allah's house should be !
FEMALE SCHOOL OF ART; MKS. JAMESON.
BY THE REV. F. D. MAURICE.
I TRUST that some one who is capable of " 3. Since 1852 six hundred and ninety Stu-
dealing with questions of Art, and who dents have entered themselves at the School,
• . . TJY» j i 1*1 find. tii6 number Et th.6 present tiino is on.6
IS not indifferent to the power which hundred and eighteen, of whom seventy-seven
women may exert in raising or in cor- are studying with the view of ultimately main-
rupting it, will draw our attention to taining themselves. Some of them, daughters
the Female School of Art and Design of Clergymen and Medical Men, unexpectedly
I'll i i r n »v s"i COUlPtjllcd. t)Y £1 VBXlCtV OI CEUS68. to £cUQ
which has been opened at 37, Gower thejP own' g^ooS and even to support
Street, and of which the following ac- others besides themselves, have, through the
Count is given in a paper lately issued instruction and assistance received here, ob-
by the Committee : tained good appointments in Schools, or are
enabled to live independently by means of
" 1. This School, originally the female private teaching. The present daily attend-
' School of Design,' was established by Go- ance averages seventy.
vernment at Somerset House in the year "4. The success of the School has been con-
1842-3, but, from want of accommodation, it siderable. In the last three years, the stu-
was removed to adjacent premises in the dents have taken an annual average of twenty
Strand, and, for a similar reason, was after- Local, and three National Medals, and, at the
wards transferred to Gower Street in Feb- last Annual Examination, six of them ob-
ruary, 1 852. tained Free Studentships. Six of them, more-
" 2. Its object is twofold : I. — Partly to over, gained their living for several years, by
enable Young Women of the Middle Class to Designing and Painting Japanned Articles, in
obtain an honourable and profitable employ- Wolverhampton ; one was for several years a
ment; II. — Partly to improve Ornamental Designer in a Damask Manufactory in Scot-
Design in Manufactures by cultivating the land ; another supports herself by Litho-
taste of the Designer. graphy ; and three are employed in a Glass
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Female School of Art ; Mrs. Jameson.
Factory, where they draw and paint figures
and ornamental subjects for glass windows.
Besides these, there are many of the former
students, who are now engaged in teaching in
various Schools belonging to the Science and
Art Department.
" 5. Precisely at the time when the School
seems to have struck root, and to be steadily
widening its area of usefulness, the Committee
of Council on Education have intimated
their intention of withdrawing their special
assistance from the School (amounting to 5001.
per annum), and of finally closing it, unless it
can be placed on a self-supporting basis.
" 6. Two questions have therefore to be con-
sidered : —
" I. Is the School of sufficient value to
deserve an effort to maintain its ex-
istence ?
" II. If fairly set going as an independent.
Institution, will it be able to support
itself?
"A letter from R. REDGRAVE, Esq., R.A.,
bearing testimony to the value of the School,
may conveniently be inserted here.
"'SCIENCE AND ART DEPARTMENT,
" SOUTH KENSINGTON, LONDON, W.
10th day of February, 1860.
"DEAR MADAM,— In reply to your request
that I would state my opinion as to the success
of the instruction afforded to Females in the
School of Art in Gower Street, I most will-
ingly state that the School in all our Compe-
titions, both Local and National, has ever
borne and still maintains a high position. I
am also aware that many females of the
Middle Class have through it been enabled to
earn a competent livelihood by their own in-
dustry, as Teachers, Designers for Linens,
Carpets, Papier Macho", etc., the School thus
affording valuable assistance to a class of
females, for whom there have hitherto been
few means of providing.
" I am, Madam,
" Yours faithfully,
" RICHD. REDGRAVE.
" To Miss Gann,
"Superintendent of the School of Art,
"37, Gower Street, W.C.'
" 7. In reply to the first question it may be
stated, that over and above the immense im-
portance of making every effort to provide
channels of industry for young women, other
Schools of Art are, on various grounds, inade-
quate. Most of the young persons who attend
this School, live at too great a distance from
South Kensington to be able to attend there ;
and there is no other School in London, ex-
clusively for females, in which teaching is
given for the whole day, on five days of the
week, or in which the instruction is so ample,
and the range of subjects so extensive.
" 8. By an augmentation of the Fees (at
present very low) for the day classes, and
by a saving in house-rent, which might be
effected by purchasing or renting convenient
premises in the neighbourhood, the expenses,
there is reason to hope, might, by careful
financial management, be brought down to a
level with the receipts.
" 9. This, however, can be looked for only
when the school has been started afresh on its
new career and housed in premises of its own,
repaired and fitted for the purpose.
" 10. To purchase suitable premises and to
make them thoroughly complete, a sum of at
least 2.000Z. is required, to raise which the
Committee of the School are compelled to
appeal to the public. It is understood that
the Science and Art Department is prepared
to apply to Parliament for a grant of 25 per
cent, on the cost of erecting the building.
"11. A love of the beautiful is one of
those endowments of our nature, which we
may reasonably suppose is to be carefully cul-
tivated with the rest. It is most certainly a
right and laudable object to keep open every
possible channel for the employment of young
women. However anxious we may be to
retain them in that private life in which their
right position undoubtedly is, yet cases con-
stantly occur in which they must either
starve in obscurity, or come forth to struggle,
and perhaps to descend in the social scale,
through no fault of their own. The instruc-
tions given in this School are eminently
useful in preventing such misfortunes, and
may be received and eventually turned to
profit, without necessarily taking them out
of their proper sphere. To throw away
the ground won by many years of patient
industry would be mortifying, if not foolish ;
and it is hoped that this appeal on behalf of
a School hitherto so ably conducted, and so
conveniently situated for the North and West
of London, as well as for the City, may be libe-
rally responded to, not only by the residents in
the immediate neighbourhood, but also by the
inhabitants of the Metropolis at large."
This quiet and reasonable statement
could derive no force from any words
that I could add to it. If it needed
professional recommendations, it is sup-
ported by the authority of Sir Charles
Eastlake, Mr. Eedgrave, and Mr. West-
macott. Clerical aid it has of the most
effective kind. The Eector of St. Giles's,
whose zeal and faith are well known, is
chairman of the committee. But if I
cannot help the cause myself, I may do
it some service by connecting with it
the name of a lady who conferred great
benefits upon her generation, Avhose
memory all who knew her even slightly
would wish to cherish, and who cannot
be more effectually, gratefully remem-
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bered than by any services rendered to
this Institution.
There are no charges more frequently
brought against this age than these three;
that it is an age of dilettantism, that it
is an age in which criticism has banished
creative power, that it is an age in which
women aspire to a dangerous independ-
ence. Everyone feels each of these
charges to have some reason in it ;
many of us may have discovered that to
repeat any one of them, and to bring
the best proofs we have of its truth,
is, after all, of very little service to
the time which we denounce, or to
ourselves who belong to that time.
When we can find a person who shows
us some road out of dilettantism, into
that of which it is the counterfeit ; out
of criticism that crushes all creative
power, into the criticism which reverences
and fosters it; out of the independence
of the sexes which destroys the work of
both, into that fellowship and co-opera-
tion which is implied in their exist-
ence,— that person ought to be welcomed
as one who is fit to teach us and help us,
because one who evidently cares more to
correct evils than to point them out, to
call forth good than to complain of its
absence. Anna Jameson won this title to
all grateful and affectionate recollection.
Not in single irregular efforts, but by her
whole life, she was combating dilettant-
ism in its strongest hold, by showing how
Art has connected itself with the most
practical convictions of mankind, what it
has done to embody those convictions,
how it fails to satisfy them. She delibe-
rately selected for the subject of her
criticism not that which she could look
down upon and contemn, but that which
she could look up to and admire ; she
taught the members of her own sex,
who need the lesson almost as much as
ours, that scorn is not the twin sister of
wisdom, but of weakness. Vigorously
and courageously identifying herself with
much that men dislike or dread — suffer-
ing herself to be called one of the ad-
vanced or fast ladies, who claim a position
which was not intended for them — she
really did more than almost any to
counteract the tendencies of which she
was willing to bear the disgrace-^to
counteract at the same time the male
vulgarity which, under pretence of teach-
ing women to keep their right place,
deprives them of any place but that of
their servants or playthings.
The works of Mrs. Jameson, by which
she vindicated her title to be the
daughter of an artist, and by which she
showed how much she had cultivated
all the gifts which she inherited, are
her " Handbook to the public Galleries
of Art in and near London," her " Com-
panion to the most celebrated Galleries
of Art in London," her "Lives of the
Early Italian Painters," her "Poetry
of Sacred and Legendary Art," her
" Legends of the Monastic Orders,"
her "Legends of the Madonna." The
work which was to complete this series,
and which probably will interest English
readers more than any of its predecessors,
is said to be in good hands, and will, I
hope, appear with as few disadvantages
as a posthumous work can labour under.
The handbooks, and even the delightful
volume of biographies, I leave to those
who can do them more justice. The
other books deserve to be looked at
from the unprofessional as well as the
professional point of view ; I might even
say from the point of view which a
member of my profession is likely to
occupy.
Legends will overwhelm history if
there is not some one fairly to grapple
with them, fairly to ask what they mean,
why they have been permitted to exist,
what lessons they impart. No policy is
more foolish than that which pretends
to ignore them, as if their existence was
not a fact, as if that did not belong to
history. By pursuing this policy con-
scientious writers have not seldom pro-
duced the effect which they have sought
to avert. They have enlisted the sym-
pathies of their readers on the side of
fiction. Nay, they have done worse.
Through indifference to the real meaning
of legends they have become inventors,
and very coarse inventors, of legends
themselves. The story of the wolf
suckling Eomulus and Eemus had no
significance for them ; so they must
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give the boys a nurse, Lupa, fashioned
out of their own brains. Philologers
have at last discovered this danger ;
they have learnt to appreciate the im-
portance of legends as expressing the
thoughts and beliefs of men ; they have
seen that these thoughts and beliefs
cannot be less worthy of study than
mere occurrences, nay, that one is not
intelligible without the other. Mebuhr,
with a wonderful discernment of the
limits between fact and fiction, has yet
done more justice to the old Roman
fictions than any of his predecessors.
But there has been a strange deduc-
tion from Niebuhr's doctrines. It has
been assumed that the legendary is
another name for the spiritual; the
historical for the material. Those who
feel that they need spiritual lessons and
principles therefore begin to think that
legends are worth at least as much as
facts ; perhaps a little more : those who
cultivate a severe veracity treat all that
lies beyond the commonest experience
as the product of men's high concep-
tions of their own destiny ; in plain
language, as not real at all. The former
seem to believe anything, and yet are
in hazard every moment of believing
nothing. The latter seem to care for
nothing but what is substantial, and yet
suggest the thought that all which has
produced most effect in the world, and
has done most good in it, is vapour.
Female reverence and good sense has
done what men's scholarship has failed
to do. Mrs. Jameson makes us feel the
difference between the narratives of
Scripture and the legends that have been
grounded upon them. She does not
treat the latter with scorn. She does
not force any Christian or Protestant
moral upon us. Had she done so her
works would have been far less honest,.
and therefore far less useful. The
legends have their honour. < They ex-
press thoughts about the spiritual world
which have been working in different
times. They are not all good, or all evil
They have embodied themselves in
paintings which rich men and poor men
have looked at and learnt from. But
the thoughts are not the spiritual world
of which they testify. They presume
reality as their basis. They could not
have been if the spiritual had not first
revealed itself in facts. Eeduce the
facts to the level of the stories, and the
last become unaccountable. Raise the
stories to the level of the facts, and they
perish together. Yes, and in doing so
you destroy the hope that in the nine-
teenth century, — in England, at least, —
we can ever have an honest and an ex-
alted school of sacred art. English
landscape painters have been great
because they have refused to sacrifice
the facts of nature to conventional rules.
Does not the greatness of Mr. Holman
Hunt's picture, that which the most
ignorant of us confess as much as the
learned, arise from a refusal still more
valiant? He is sure that the divine
does not mean the artificial. He de-
sires to believe that he shall be most
reverent when he is most delivered
from the fetters of artifice. Is not this
the condition upon which our painters
must paint, upon which we shall accept
their paintings as speaking to us ?
Mrs. Jameson then, I believe, did a
great work for her age when she plucked
the flowers, and with no cowardly fingers
grasped the nettles, of middle-age le-
gendary lore. If she had cared for her
reputation as a Protestant, she would
not have done the service in this
case as in others to Protestants and
Romanists both, which she has done.
She adds one example more to the long
catalogue which proves that those will
serve a cause best who will incur the
risk of being called traitors to it. Her
courage was owing to the simplicity of
her purpose. She knew that her own
sex wanted the kind of help she was
giving them to admire and discriminate,
and therefore she did not stop to ask
herself what sentence captious men
might pass upon her.
This object becomes even more appa-
rent in her criticism. I own I do not like
the title to the book which she wrote
on the female characters of Shakspeare,
" Characteristics of Women, Moral, His-
torical, and Political." There is a grandi-
loquence in it (as there was a senti-
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mentality in the previous title, "Loves
of the Poet ") which does no justice to
the writer or to the book. That book
is in no sense a piece of vulgar Shak-
spearian idolatry. Mrs. Jameson does
not care to inform us how great her
author was, or how he came to be great ;
he can tell us all that himself. She
assumes that he had something to com-
municate which she would be the better
for learning. She desired to understand
her own sex better; to perceive more
closely what is great in them, and what
is little ;. how they become strong
through weakness, and weak through
the ambition of strength ; what qualities
belong to them as women ; what are
those individual traits, which ordinary
writers confound through a vague admi-
ration,, or a foul and brutal contempt.
She saw that this knowledge was, for
some reasons or other, given to Shak-
speare ; given, certainly, for this reason
— that his countrymen and country-
women might profit by it. They would
miss it if they cared chiefly to say
clever things about the author, or to re-
peat clever things which they had heard
from others ; they would receive it so
far as they tried to do their own work
in the world. It seems to me that this
criticism for business must be better
criticism than that which is the fruit
of even the most refined perception,
which is only artistic or literary. I
do not know what those notes of Tieck
are which are said to be found in a copy
of Mrs. Jameson's book now in the
British Museum ; but I can suppose
that that accomplished man may have
learnt from an Englishwoman some
lessons which all his studies in Shak-
speare and in- art had not imparted to
him. I should like to know whether his
coarse apprehensions of the character of
Opheliay natural icnough to one who con-
templated it chiefly with reference to the
stage, would have sustained themselves
against'the judgment of, one wb,o .lopked
at it in relation to actual life.
For the power of exercising this kind
of judgment, Mrs: Jameson, must have
been indebted to experience- — piobably
painful experience. In her earliest book,
"The Diary of an Ennuye*e," written
when she was Miss Murphy, and a
governess, she was too ready to make the
world a confidant of the restless yearn-
ings which belong to one who is con-
scious of undeveloped power and sympa-
thies. She afterwards learned greater
reticence, and, knowing greater sorrows,
cared less to speak of them. But she
was able to understand the meaning of
books from what she had felt, and, what
was of far more importance than under-
standing the female characters of Shak-
speare, learnt to know those of her own
time. All that she had studied in paint-
ing and poetry was more and more
turned in the later years of her life to a
practical use. Her lectures " On Sisters
of Charity and the Communion of
Labour," could only have been written
by a person who had studied the mo-
nastic legends, and the monastic history
— studied it with the direct purpose of
getting all the good out of both which
could be got for her own time ; with
a steady conviction that all which was
artificial in them, all which belonged to
a mere notion of saintliness and not to
work, cannot be appliable to our time,
because it is not real, not godly. The
text of these lectures is the sentence of
St. Paul, " Neither the man without the
"vornan, nor the woman without the
"man, in the Lord." They are therefore
strong testimonies against that separa-
tion of the sexes which the mediaeval
devotion authorized, by a person who is
determined to do the fullest justice to
whatever in that devotion had a really
divine and human ground, and could
stand the test of change in time, place,
and circumstances^
These lectures happily attracted some
serious attention. The self-denial of the
writer in forcing herself to deliver them,
so encountering the strongest prejudices
of our sex and hers, had some effect; the
work of Miss Nightingale in the hospitals
of Turkey and of England, far more.
Moreover, the lectures were maintain-
ing, not a paradox, but a commonplace,
which all persons admitted when it was
stated, and yet which all knew to be
habitually disregarded. If Mrs. Jameson
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had earned less popularity by her pre-
vious works, — if she had given less
proofs of thorough acquaintance with
her subject in this — she might have
counted at such a moment on awaken-
ing an interest in the minds of not a
few whom it was desirable to interest
But she did not trust to a temporary
excitement She was quite convinced
that the cause she was advocating con-
cerned the well-being of the whole land ;
she was aware that it must therefore
encounter that vis inertice in male and
female minds which is so much more
perilous than open opposition. She re-
solutely kept alive attention to the sub-
ject Last year she re-published her
lectures, introducing them by a letter to
Lord John EusselL It was* suggested
by some weighty words respecting the
influence of women, which he had
spoken in 1858, at the second meeting
of the Association for the promotion of
Social Science. As the letter contains
the last message of a very remarkable
woman — as it is written with the
earnestness and solemnity of one who
felt that it might be the last — I propose
to make one or two extracts from it,
hoping that my readers will procure
the book which contains them,1
The following passage deserves to be
gravely considered by those who receive
the dogmas of newspapers as if they were
messengers from Heaven : —
"No injured vnves or suffering children are
ever benefited by an appeal to the public, — such
is the fiat recently pronounced by an influ-
ential periodical. The absolute tone of this
assertion, as if it were some indisputable
truth, strikes into silent acquiescence a timid
unreflecting mind : but is it true ? Your
Lordship's long experience as a statesman
must have proved to you that it is altogether
false. It may be true as regards individual
cases. Too certainly an injured wife, who has
suffered all she can be made to suffer, is not
restored to happiness by ' an appeal to the
public.' The wretched child, who has been
sacrificed in body and soul by the mistakes
1 " Sisters of Charity and the Communion
of Labour." Two Lectures on the Social
Employments of "Women, by Mrs. Jameson.
A new edition, enlarged and improved. With
a Prefatory Letter to Lord John Russell.
Longman, 1858.
and neglects of society, is not made good,
healthy, or happy, by ' an appeal to the
public.' Public sympathy in the one case,
public indignation in the other, cannot heal,
cannot recall the past : but is it not to the
awakening of the ' public ' conscience by re-
iterated appeals against such individual cases
of irreparable wrong, that we owe the pro-
tection of many women, the salvation of many
children ? "With regard to other subjects just
touched upon in the following Essays, we are
not now called upon to demonstrate that such
and such objects are right or desirable. How
they shall best be carried out is now the
question. It has been proved by experience,
that where men have tried to accomplish some
well-considered, carefully planned philan-
thropic purpose, they have, in the long run,
fallen into confusion, and found themselves
stumbling, as it were, blindfold, amid ill-un-
derstood, half-acknowledged obstacles and
difficulties : — and that where women have
set about organising on their part some united
action for certain very laudable purposes, they
fall to pieces like bricks without cement.
But when men and women, who together con-
stitute the true social public, come to an
agreement in any object, and heartily work
together, it is then no partial, divided under-
taking; it works its way surely from theory
into practice, and does not fall back into a
chaos of confusion and disappointment. Some
of our public institutions remind one of those
unhappy ships which are to be seen, I am
told, in our great dockyards, constructed on
no ascertained requirement or principle ; then
taken to pieces, remodelled, remade, patched,
new-engined, new-named ; rotten before they
are launched, or leaky when launched. •' Sails
or engines ?' that was the question ; — and now
we find that, if the vessel is to stem safely
both winds and waves, we cannot do with-
out both sails and engines, — sails to catch
the favouring winds of heaven, and engines to
force a way through the opposing waters. So
if men and women are united in combining
and working any great social machinery, it
will then work well These principles, my
Lord, based on natural and immutable laws,
were perhaps disputed yesterday, are faintly
recognised to-day, but will become the com-
mon faith of to-morrow. Therefore with
regard to this 'woman question' — so called
— as I have no misgivings, so I have no desire
to precipitate the inevitable ; no wish to hurry,
and by hurry ing perplex or defeat for a time
that matured and practical result to which we
all look forward. For myself, I have a deep-
seated solemn conviction that the great social
want of our time is a more perfect domestic
union, and a more complete social communion
of men and women ; and that this want,
more and more felt through the thinking
brain and throbbing heart of the people, will,
in God's good time, be fulfilled by natural
means, and work to natural issues of good
and happiness beyond our present imagining."
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The following is even more important,
both as a protest against a calumny, and
as a testimony of personal experience in
two different quarters of the earth : —
" It has been said in a popular, well-written
review, that women consider themselves, and
desire to be considered, as a separate class in
the community, with separate interests, pur-
suits, and aims, from those of men. We are
reproached at once with a desire to assimilate
ourselves to men, and a desire to separate our-
selves from men ; and we are solemnly warned
against the social evils and moral perils of such
an assumption to ourselves and to the commu-
nity at large.
" My Lord, I deny absolutely, on the part
of my countrywomen, any such desire, any such
assumption. No more fatal, more unjust mis-
conception could prevail, with regard to the
views and feelings entertained by intelligent
Englishwomen on their own condition and
requirements. On the contrary, it is the desire
and ambition of women to be considered in all
the relations, all the conditions of life, domestic
and social, as the helpmate. We pray not to be
separated from men, but to be allowed to be
nearer to them ; to be considered not merely
as the appendage and garnish of man's outward
existence, but as a part of his life, and all that
is implied in the real sense of the word. We
see the strong necessity in many cases, yet we
do regret that the avocations of men accustom
them to dispense with much of our sympathy
and society, and that thus a great number of
women are thrown upon their own resources,
mental and social. Every circle of men from
which women are excluded supposes a certain
number of women separated from them. I do
not find that this state of things has, hitherto,
made men uncomfortable. Now, however, they
seem, all at once, to be struck with it as an
anomalous state ; and I am glad of it ; but
surely it is not to be imputed to women as a
fault, or as an assumption. I saw the effects
of this kind of social separation of the sexes
when I was in America. I thought it did not
act well on the happiness or the manners of
either. The men too often become coarse and
material as clay in private life, and in public
life too prone to cudgels and revolvers; and
the effect of the women herding so much toge-
ther was not to refine them, but the contrary ;
to throw them into various absurd and unfe-
minine exaggerations. This, at least, was my
impression. I confine my observations as much
as possible to our own time and country, else
I might enlarge on these influences, and show
that in Italy, as in America, the separation of
the two sexes, arising from quite different
causes, is producing even worse results. It
struck me in Italy that the absence of all true
sympathy, a sort of disdain felt by the men for
the women, as the mere amusement of an idle
hour, might be fatal to the spirit of liberty.
The women, ill educated, thrown on the
priests for sympathy, consideration, and com-
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panionship, were distrusted and contemned by
the liberal party. The men could not live
without the love of women — it is rather an
abuse of the sentiment so to speak — but they
aimed to live without the social ' comforts
locked up in woman's love,' without the
sympathy, esteem, or approbation of women.
Of the deep taint of corruption, the gross ma-
terialism, the discord between scepticism and
the most ignorant superstition, and other even
worse results, I forbear to say more in this
place. I thought, when I was in Italy, that it
might be difiicult to establish political liberty
on such a rotten basis ; but it is fair to add
that accomplished Italians, while admitting
the whole extent of this social mischief, attri-
buted it to the anomalous state of their poli
tical and religious institutions. I write this
while rumours of war are around us, and while
the deepest sympathies of my nature are
aroused in the cause of the Italian people ;
but not the less do I feel that, let the issue be
what it may, they cannot build up a perma-
nent national and political existence except on
a healthier social basis. I am speaking only of
the general impression I brought away from
America and from Italy, and do not presume
to judge either country; only I should be sorry
to see the same causes prevail and produce the
same effects in this England of ours. The best
safeguard against ruffianism, as against profli-
gacy, lies in the true relation between men
and women. There ai'e professions which neces-
sarily divide us from men during some hours of
the day. Lawyers, government officers, mer-
chants, soldiers, sailors, even when they are
married and have homes, spend much of their
time out of them. They should be careful
that it is not too much. Why should this
separation be carried farther than is inevit-
ab] 3 ? Why do clubs, academies, charitable
boards, literary and scientific societies so tena-
ciously exclude women, except when tolerated
as an occasional and merely ornamental element ?
Men may say — they do say — ' What prevents
you women from having charitable, literary,
scientific societies and academies of your own? '
But this is precisely the state of things which
every wise man, every feeling woman, will
deprecate. If, where no law of expediency or
necessity require it, men studiously separate
themselves from us, and then reproach us that
we form, in mere self-defence, some resources
for ourselves, what can ensue but the moral
deterioration of both ? Let not woman be
driven to this : we do not seek it, nor does it
rest with us to avoid it."
I am afraid I must not omit the
following sentences. The regret which
they will perhaps cause to some clever
writer, who fancied when he had con-
cluded his article and received the
homage of his club, that it was done
with for ever, may be salutary, however
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bitter. Few accomplished men care to
inflict pain upon accomplished and noble
women ; fewer still would like to think
that those had suffered from it to whom
compensation is impossible.
"'In former days women did not usually
read the satires written by men against our
sex ; they were too gross — in soine instances
too atrocious even for men to endure, unless
recommended by their classical latinity to the
study of otir school-boys, or those who instruct
our school-boys ; but reviews and journals are
now a part of the reading of all well-educated
people ; they lie on every drawing-room table.
A woman takes up one of these able periodi-
cals, expecting to find instruction, moral suste-
nance, religious guidance. Possibly she lights
upon some article, wrjtten, not in Latin, but in
choice and vigorous English, by one of those
many clever young writers who, it is said,
have come to a determination 'to put down
women.' Here she finds her honest endea-
vours to raise her position in life, or to reclaim
her fallen sisters, traduced and ridiculed. She
perceives that these gentlemanly adversaries
do not argue the question of right or wrong ;
they simply use a power for a purpose. She
sees the wit and ability she admires, the supe-
rior power to which she would willingly look
up for help, here turned against her ; the
privilege of working out good in any path but
that which obsolete custom has prescribed to
her is positively refused. If her success in any
such path be undeniable, it ia acknowledged
in an insolently complimentary style as an
exceptional case ; while the mistakes or
failures of certain women are singled out as a
theme of the bitterest ridicule, and visited
upon all. Well ! the woman who reads this
well-written, brilliant, ' unanswerable ' article,
is perhaps at the very time working hard with
all the power God has given her, trained by
such means as society has provided for her,
to gain her daily bread, to assist her strug-
gling family ; perhaps she may be sustaining
an indigent father, or paying the college debts,
or supporting the unacknowledged children of
a dissipated brother (we have known such cases
though we do not speak of them). She reads,
— and the words, winged by eloquence and en-
venomed by a cynical impertinence, sink into
her heart, and leave an ulcer there. It is not
the facts or the truths which offend, it is the
vulgar flippant tone, the slighting allusion, the
heartless 'jocosity' — to borrow one of their
own words — with which men, gentlemanly,
accomplished, otherwise generous and honour-
able men, can sport with what is most sacred
in a woman's life — most terrible in a woman's
fate. Those who say to us, ' Help yourselves ! '
might say in this case, ' Retort is easy ! ' It
is so — too easy ! Suppose a woman were to
take up the pen and write a review, headed in
capital letters, 'MEN in the 19th Century!'
and pom ting to absurd mistakes in legislation;
to the want of public spirit in public men ; to
fraudulent bankruptcies ; to mad or credulous
speculations with borrowed gold — to social
evils of the masculine gender, corrupting the
homes of others, and polluting their own, and
wind up the philippic with — ' Of such are our
pastors and our masters ' I Or respond to an
article on 'Silly Novels by Lady Novelists,'
by an article headed ' Silly Novels by Gentle-
men Novelists ' ? True ! this might be done —
but God forbid that it ever should be done ! —
God forbid that women should ever enter an
arena of contest in which victory, were it
possible, would be destruction ! The aggra-
vating words of angry women never did any
good, written or spoken ; and of all things we
could look to for help, recrimination were the
most foolish and the most fatal. If men can
sport with that part of the social happiness
and virtue which has been entrusted to them,
it is bad enough ; but I trust in God that no
woman will ever profane the sanctities of life
left in her keeping by retorting scorn with
scorn, or avenging licence by licence, for that
were not merely to deface the social edifice,
but to pull it down upon our heads.
" Meantime, those who look on cannot but see
that fare is a mischief done which men have
not calculated, and which women cannot avert.
It is still worse when these accomplished
writers stoop to a mode of attack which allows
of no possible retort, and insinuate imputations
which no woman can hear without shrinking,
and against which self-defence is ignominious.
Now, as formerly, reviewers perfectly under-
stand this ; ' but,' men say, 'if women will ex-
pose themselves to these attacks, they must
endure them ;' so then, we may depend on
' man's protection ' only so long as we do not
need it ? I have known a lady who, bent on
some mission of mercy, ventured, at an unusual
hour, to pass through Oxford-street, and was
grossly insulted by a gentleman who mistook
her calling : but then, ' why did she expose
herself to such an accident f. Why ? — because
there are cases in which a woman must do the
duty that lies before her even at the risk of a
derisive satire or a cowardly insult ; just as
there are occasions when a man must march
straight forward, though he knows he will be
shot at from behind a hedge."
This is strongly and eloquently writ-
ten ; not without anger, yet more in
sorrow than in anger. It cannot, how-
ever, be entirely just. Where the article
on " Silly Novels by Lady Novelists "
appeared, I know not ; but it must have
been intended in a different spirit from
that which Mrs. Jameson supposed. An
extravagant and highly spiced compli-
ment was concealed under it. There
cannot be the least occasion to show that
gentlemen write silly novels. Every-
body is aware of that. The world is
Garibaldi and the Sicilian Revolution.
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full of them. But an ambitious critic
wishing to propound something new, and
at the same time to defend the honour
of his own sex, might exclaim with
something of triumph and satisfaction,
'Talk as you please of your 'Adam
' Bede,' your ' Mary Barton/ your ' Heir
'of Kedclyffe/ your 'John Halifax,'
'your 'Villette/ your 'Old Debt' —
'we have discovered that even women
' can write silly Novels ! " Perhaps
the instances produced did not esta-
blish even this exceptional accusation.
I do not deny that the evil spirit to
which Mrs. Jameson alludes, has got
possession of the minds of some of the
ablest young men in England ; and,
that any person, man or woman, who
helps to exorcise it, deserves to be
canonised. But it is not directed more
against women than against men ; and
it is far more fatal to those in whom it
dwells than to those whom it tempts
them to revile. My last extract will
connect the main subject of this article
with the Institution which first led me
to speak of her.
" I merely suggest these considerations to
our Education Committees, and to the So-
ciety for the Promotion of Social Science.
But in regard to education, we Englishwomen
require something more. We wish to have
some higher kinds of industrial, and profes-
sional, and artistic training more freely ac-
cessible to women. We wish to have some
share, however small, in the advantages which
most of our large well-endowed public insti-
tutions extend to men only. When the
National School of Design was opened to
female students, it met with the strongest
opposition, and, strange to say, the principal
objection was on the score of morality; — one
would have thought that all London was to
be demoralised, because a certain number of
ladies and a certain number of gentlemen had
met under the same roof for the study of art.
True, the two schools were in distinct, in far-
separated apartments, but it was argued the
pupils might perhaps meet on the stairs, and
then, when going home, who was to protect
the young ladies from the young gentlemen ?
You, my Lord, may have forgotten some of
the disgraceful absurdities which gentlemen
and artists were not ashamed to utter publicly
and privately on that occasion ; — I blush to
recall them ; — I trust we have done with
them ; and as I am sxire men have no reason
to fear women as their rivals, so I hope women
will, in all noble studies, be allowed hence-
forth to be their associates and companions."
GAEIBALDI AND THE SICILIAN KEVOLUTION.
BY AURELIO SAFFI.
THE Sicilian insurrection is, both in
its moral and in its political character,
an event of the greatest importance in
contemporary history. Originated in
the most legitimate protest of a whole
people against the worst government of
the present age, it teaches the oppressors
and the oppressed that no contrivance
of brutal force can withstand the una-
nimous effort of a nation rising to vin-
dicate its right; whilst, at the same
time, it powerfully tends to link toge-
ther the severed limbs of a great country
— Italy; and thereby materially to
modify the whole system of inter-
national policy in Europe.
The chief events of the struggle being
well known, I will limit myself to a
brief sketch of the proceedings.
On the night between the 2d and the
3d of April last, a nucleus of Sicilian
patriots, who had met in arms in the
convent of Gancia at Palermo, to con-
sider the opportunity of rising, were
attacked by the police, who had traced
them out. After an obstinate contest,
and many severe losses, they withdrew
to the country. The insurrection spread.
The revolutionary bands, led by influen-
tial landowners, were able to hold out
for more than a month against troops
disheartened by the consciousness of a
bad cause. Meantime the news of tho
Sicilian movement was rousing men's
hearts throughout the peninsula. A
wide agitation pervaded all the towns of
Northern and Central Italy. " Help to
the Sicilians " became the watchword of
all active patriots. Subscriptions were
opened ; volunteers from all parts of
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the country flocked to Genoa. There
Garibaldi, assisted by the efforts of the
people, noiselessly organized his expe-
dition. Eluding official interference, he
succeeded in collecting arms and en-
listing men. On the appointed day
some of his followers took possession of
two commercial steamers — the Piemonte
and the Lombardo — belonging to the
Rubattino Company of Genoa, and got
them out to the open sea. At eve the
volunteers were gathering in the gardens
of the Villa Spinola, outside the town,
where Garibaldi with his officers was in
attendance. A number of boats was
ready near the beach. At ten o'clock
Garibaldi gave the signal, betaking him-
self to one of the boats, in which eight
brave seamen of the Riviera were
eagerly waiting to carry their gallant
fellow-countryman to one of the steamers,
the Piemonte; and in a short time
the whole band was on board with arms
and ammunition. Crowds of friends —
men, women, and youngsters, reluctantly
remaining behind — were bidding God
speed from the shore to the departing
patriots, many of whom were leaving
wives and children. The two brave
vessels went proudly floating across the
great main in the darkness of night,
carrying on their decks the fortunes
of a nation. Garibaldi and Nino Bixio1
— both of them experienced sailors —
were watching at the helm, successfully
struggling with a stormy sea. On the
7th they stopped for coal and arms at
1 Nino Bixio is a Genoese of a very honour-
able family, and a relative of the ex-member
of Parliament of that name in Paris. In 1848,
when yet very young, he distinguished himself
fighting with the volunteers in Lombardy, and
was raised to the rank of captain. In '49, he
followed Garibaldi to Rome, as an officer of
his staff, and was wounded at S. Pancrazio,
during the siege. In the years that followed,
when there was no hope of action for Italy,
Bixio, who from his boyhood had been brought
up a sailor, undertook long and difficult voyages
at sea, visited Australia and the Antarctic
regions, keeping an interesting journal of his
maritime expedition, and returned to his
native town to work again for his country.
When Garibaldi, at the beginning of last
year's war, crossed the Ticino with his Caccia-
tori delle Alpi, Nino Bixio was among the first
to take the field. He has lately been slightly
wounded at Calata Fimi.
Talamone ; on the 9th at Orbetello ; on
the llth, skilfully avoiding the Neapo-
litan cruisers, they landed at Marsala.
What took place after the landing —
namely, the joining of the bands of
native insurgents with the Cacciatori
delle Alpi ; the rapid march, and the
impetuous attack with the bayonet
against the royal troops on the slopes
of Calata Fimi, taking one of their
mountain-guns and putting them to
flight ; then the skirmishes at Partenico
and S. Martino, and the sudden appa-
rition of Garibaldi on the heights of
Palermo — all this is familiar to English
readers through the narrative of the
Times' Correspondent.
The strategic ingenuity of Garibaldi's
operations to mislead the royalists con-
centrated on the plateau beneath ; his
mock-retreat from Parco, his wonderful
march to Misilnieri, the unexpected
assault at Porta di Termini, and his
triumphal entrance in the market-place,
the Vecchia Fiera, amidst the enthusias-
tic cheering of the liberated population,
are equally known ; then followed the
street-fight for three days, the brutal
and cowardly bombardment, the cruelties
perpetrated by the troops on the citizens,
and the glorious victory of the patriots,
compelling the Neapolitan Generals to
accept a capitulation, of which Garibaldi
dictated the terms. I shall, therefore,
abstain from a detailed account of the
immediate facts, and will enter, instead,
into the causes which have prepared the
Sicilian revolution, and which explain
its success.
There have been two powerful agencies
at work in the Sicilian rising : one local,
and called forth by the iniquitous acts
of the rulers ; the other general, and
inherent in the movement of national
ideas throughout Italy. The local ques-
tion is one of long standing between the
Sicilians and the Bourbonic dynasty.
Earlier than any other European country,
Sicily enjoyed the benefit of a regular
constitution, the foundation of which
was first laid by the Normans in the
eleventh century. Their successors, the
Swabian kings, and particularly the
Emperor Frederic II., not only respected
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but enlarged the fundamental law of
the country, and more regularly called
the deputies of the towns, or commons,
to a seat in Parliament. When, in 1266,
Charles of Anjou, supported by the
Pope, usurped the throne of the unfor-
tunate Swabians, . enforcing by right-
divine an absolute form of government
on both Naples and Sicily, the Sicilians,
who had been awakened to the energies
of a free nation, put an end to French
tyranny and Papal encroachments by
the famous Yespers, and turned for pro-
tection to the constitutional House of
Aragon. The Aragonese kings were
freely elected by the Sicilian people,
and dependent in their administration
on the control of their Parliaments.
Charles V. himself — the great destroyer
of mediaeval liberties in Europe — having
succeeded, as the representative of the
dynastic rights of Aragon and Castille,
to the Sicilian throne, swore to the con-
stitution and opened the Parliament in
person in 1535. Nor were the franchises
of the island abolished- or curtailed
during the two centuries of Spanish
vice-royal government. After the war
of succession, at the beginning of last
century, the Congress of Utrecht gave
Sicily to Victor Amedeus of Savoy, en-
joining to him. in the 7th article of the
treaty, in the name of the allied powers,
to " approve, confirm, and ratify all the
privileges, liberties, etc." .... of the
Sicilians; and. Victor Amedeus duly
ful filled his obligations. To violate
the sacredness of old tradition, over-
throw a constitution hallowed by seven
centuries of national records, break
through all personal and public secu-
rities, and forswear the most solemn
promises and oaths, was the unenvi-
able distinction of the House of Bour-
bon. The founder of this dynasty,
Charles III. of Bourbon, son of Philip
V. of Spain, and of the ambitious
Isabella Farnese, entered Naples and
occupied Sicily, in 1734, with the con-
sent of the powers allied against Austria,
and under the condition of a permanent
separation of those provinces from the
Spanish crown. He acknowledged, how-
ever, the local privileges of the island,
and ruled, according to the spirit of the
age, as a philosopher and a reformer.
But when, at the time of the French
revolution, the old powers of Europe
leagued themselves against liberal ideas,
Ferdinand I. of Naples, and his wife,
Caroline o± Austria, followed the dic-
tates of the most lawless despotism.
They requited the generous hospitality
and help which the Sicilians had afforded
them, by attempting, in 1811, to deprive
them of their rights. No sooner had
Ferdinand, on his return to Naples in
1814, secured his sway under Austrian
protection, than he established a system
of absolute government ; forced the
island into Neapolitan centralization,
and allowed it to be invaded by a rapa-
cious bureaucracy and police, who have
ever since treated the Sicilians like
hereditary bondsmen.
" An all-powerful and unrestrained
" police " (says the protest of the Sicilian
Parliament, in 1 848, to the Great Powers)
' entangled both penal and civil laws in
' its vast meshes, mocking at justice, and
' respecting neither personal safety nor
' the privacy of the domestic sanctuary.
'. . . The Sicilians were thrown into
'prison and exiled without even the
' formality of a writ of judgment; they
' were tortured in the barracks of the
' gendarmes, and in the gloomy dens of
' the Commissaries ; in spite of custom
' and national institutions, the episcopal
' sees were not filled by Sicilians, while
' the holy calling of priesthood was de-
'secrated by a system of espionage
' enjoined upon the minister of God as
' one of his duties."
The House of Bourbon having again,
in 1849, trampled down by treachery
and massacre the liberties of its subjects
both at Naples and in Sicily, did not
change its policy. The atrocities per-
petrated by Maniscalchi 1 and his asso-
ciates upon innocent and defenceless
men, women, and children, down to the
very eve of the present insurrection, add
a fearful testimony to the inexpiable
crimes of a dynasty whose conduct has
forced into a protest, in the name of
1 See the pamphlet " La Torture en Sicile,'
by M. De Varenne, an eye-witness.
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justice 'and humanity, not only the mo-
derate liberals, but the very supporters
of legitimacy and right-divine.
Thus much as to the local grievances
of the island. But local wrongs were
not the only motive which impelled the
Sicilians to rise. The restoration of
their provincial privileges, in the old
form at least, was not their object. The
principle which inspired the movement
from the beginning, and brought the
people to rally with enthusiasm around
Garibaldi, arises from the tendency now
common to all Italians towards national
unity. We must bear in mind, with re-
ference to the Italian question, a funda-
mental truth, which, though manifested
by all the facts of contemporary history
in the peninsula, is often contradicted by
a certain class of politicians, who affect
scepticism about everything that does not
suit their taste. The fact is this : that the
real cause of all the revolutions Avhich
have "taken place in our days, in the dif-
ferent states of Italy, is the necessity of
national organization as a security against
domestic tyranny and foreign interference.
The division of the peninsula under
separate governments, which, with the
exception of one, had nothing in common
with the aspirations of the country, and
were ever ready to secure their local
sway by foreign occupation, rendered
utterly impossible any internal ameliora-
tion, and necessarily placed the country
in a state of dependence and helpless-
ness with respect to its external relations.
It was through this that the Italians, —
after a long series of conciliatory but
fruitless attempts to obtain gradual re-
forms and a national policy at the hands
of their rulers, — were at last convinced
that nothing would avail them until the
twenty-six millions of men inhabiting
the country should be brought to join
in one common life and action. Thus
every protest that has arisen, especially
in the last ten years, has revealed the
powerful growth of the national idea.
The experiment of 1848 has left deep
traces on the Italian mind. The nation
was then beguiled into the dream of a
confederation of States, with the ' Pope
and the other princes at the head of it,
and of a war of independence under
their united guidance. The confedera-
tion never took place — the war was lost.
Each separate province was left to fight
single-handed ; and the consequence was
that, one after the other, they fell back
into slavery. After a proof of heroism
which served at least to show what the
Italian race, if once united, could be
capable of, and was an undying protest
in the name of the country against
foreign invasion, Bologna, Brescia, Pa-
lermo, Messina, Rome, and Venice fell
under the arms of foreign and domestic
oppressors. But, amidst their repeated
drawbacks, the lessons of the past and
the hopes of the future never ceased to
inspire confidence in the hearts of the
Italians. Ever renewed protests, by
words, by writings, by acts of desperate
daring, by endless appeals to action,
were set to work, chiefly by men who
have been often accused of anarchical
views, because they never consented to
make the cause of their country sub-
ordinate to selfish calculations, or to
diplomatic conveniences. As before ;48
the Brothers Bandiera had offered their
life, to call forth by a sublime example
the dormant energies of the Italian
youth, — so, within the last ten years,
Bentivegna,1 Ificotera,2 Pisacane, and
1 Bentivegna, a rich Sicilian proprietor, was
the leader of an attempt at insurrection in the
island a few years ago; and he is even now
one of the chiefs of the insurgents.
2 Nicotera, a Neapolitan of noble birth, ac-
companied Pisacane and the three hundred,
who knded at Sapri in 1857. The bold
attempt, as it is well known, was unsuccessful.
Colonel Pisacane, formerly of the Neapolitan
army, and, in '49, one of the leading officers of
the Roman Republic, fell, with many others,
fighting against the royalists. Nicotera and
the rest were made prisoners. His conduct
in presence of the Neapolitan tribunals, his
having assumed the whole responsibility, as a
chief, in order to exonerate his companions,
his noble silence when his judges sought by
threats and compulsions to elicit from him the
cry of " Viva il re," his constancy and serenity
during three years of confinement in the hor-
rible dungeon of Favignana, rank him among
the most elevated characters of our days. His
deliverance from the fort of Favignana, which
took place on the 3d of June, is an event of
happy omen for Italy. He is now actively at
work for his country's cause in Palermo.
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others, have kept alive, by individual
acts of the noblest self-devotion, the
sacred fire of freedom and nationality in
the heart of the people. And it was
owing to them, and to the party to
which they belonged, — a party which
has never ceased to hold up at home
and abroad the banner of Italian unity,
— that the country was raised to the
consciousness of her destinies.
A national revolution in Italy was
recognised as unavoidable and impend-
ing by diplomacy itself, through Count
Cavour's representations at the Congress
of Paris ; and it is my conviction, that,
sooner or later, even independently of
any military help from without, Italy
must by her own means have achieved
the work of her emancipation. The
French complication was a result of the
want of faith in the ministers of the
crown with respect to the efficiency of
the* national forces to withstand the
power of Austria ; of their unwilling-
ness to meet the responsibility of the
whole bearing of the Italian question ;
and of a necessity, beyond their control,
arising from the political plans of the
formidable neighbour who offered his
help in the Italian war. The spirit of
the people of Italy, however, warded oif
the dangers of the ministerial policy.
They steadfastly insisted on the prin-
ciple of nationality and unity ; and
since then the Sardinian monarchy has
been unavoidably brought to the alter-
native either of losing all hold of the
movement, or of furthering it as the
nature of things and public opinion
command.
The Sicilian revolution has forced the
work back to its true direction, and the
insurgents and their Italian brethren
have met to consecrate the bond of the
common country on the field of their
patriotic battles.
Let us consider the circumstances and
dispositions under which it took place,
the better to understand its national
character. I must start, in my exposi-
tion, from the turning point of the
peace of Villa Franca. Whilst thewarwas
going on in Lombardy, French influence
was paramount in Italy. War, policy, and
public opinion depended on the maa
who had crossed the Alps with 200,000
soldiers, to create a new Napoleonic
episode on a field well known to Napo-
leonic tradition. And yet, even at that
time, the relations between the Italian
people and the power of France were
. greatly altered from what they had been
sixty years before. Italy, at the be-
ginning of this century, was the hand-
maiden of France. Napoleon fashioned
her motions according to his dictatorial
will. But in 1859 she had a life of her
own. Though still dismembered and
ill-organized, she was aspiring, adven-
turous, and capable of self-reliance.
The active patriots joined Garibaldi,
and raised the national banner for the
purpose of giving it a distinct Italian
character amidst foreign friends and
foreign foes. The victories of Como
and Varese crowned it with imperish-
able laurels. On the other hand, the
Piedmontese army, faithful to its ancient
traditions of gallantry, and inspired,
besides, by the new life of the country,
accomplished its work in the campaign
with signal success. The nation felt
that something had grown within her
that must be kept sacred and uncon-
taminated j and that she might owe
gratitude, but not passive submission,
to France. When the peace of Villa
Franca blasted her hopes, leaving her
in the most perplexing difficulties, she
recoiled in awe, but did not lose confi-
dence in her moral strength. The
central Italian provinces resisted all
diplomatic intrigues, and persevered
cautiously but unflinchingly in the
work of their fusion. Up to that time
Naples and Sicily had been silently
awaiting the result of the struggle in
Northern Italy. The tendency that had
prevailed, of limiting the question for
the present to the provinces emanci-
pated during the war, naturally excluded
Home, Sicily, and Naples from any co-
operation in the movement. Besides
this, there was an apprehension, com-
mon to all Italian patriots, lest a rising
in Southern Italy, while the Napoleonic
prestige was everywhere so great, should
offer an opportunity to Muratist preten-
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sions. Therefore that part of the coun-
try appeared calm whilst the rest was
stormy ; outwardly calm it was, but in
fact active preparations for the future,
particularly in the island, were going
on. Sicily, ever since the triumph of
Neapolitan reaction in 1849, had been
secretly organizing her patriotic elements
for a new rising. The peculiar relations
of the island with the Bourbonic dynasty
render — for it, even more than for the
main land — utterly impossible any scheme
of constitutional reconciliation; and in
their locally helpless condition the Sici-
lians were brought by the very instinct
of safety earnestly to look to the merg-
ing of their political life into that of
the Italian nation as the only chance of
salvation. They consequently embraced
the idea of Italian unity both from
patriotism and from practical reasons.
The " Societa Nazionale," directed in
Turin, by the Sicilian La Farina, and
representing the moderate party, sought
to exercise its influence in the island on
that very ground ; but — dependent as it
was for action on ministerial inspiration
and the oracles of diplomacy, and sys-
tematically opposed to popular initiative
and insurrection against regular armies —
would never have brought about the
Sicilian revolution, if other more reso-
lute influences had not been there at
work beforehand.
Active preparations for the rising of
the Sicilians, in the name of Italian
unity, had been carried on, at their own
personal risk, by men who belonged to
the party which, in antagonism to the
wily calculations of the "Societa Na-
zionale," styled itself the "Party of
Action." In constant communication
with the Sicilian patriots, from Genoa,
from Malta, from England, from Paris,
these men collected money, bought arms,
sent instructions and plans of combined
action. When the peace of Villa Franca
made everywhere more intense the feel-
ing that the Italians had no hope of
emancipation except in their own right
arm, the same instinct that attracted
the Sicilians towards the common coun-
try prompted the patriots of Central
Italy to work for the expansion of the
movement towards the south. They
were looking to the Marche, Umbria,
and Abbruzzi as the way through which
the electric wire of national affinity be-
tween the north and the south of the
Peninsula was to be carried through by
means of national insurrection. The
horrors committed at Perugia by the
mercenaries of the Pope had already
stimulated this disposition by feelings
of sympathy towards the victims, and
by just indignation towards their assas-
sins ; and it was not without difficulty
that the provisional governments of
Tuscany and the Emilia prevented the
troops and the volunteers from crossing
the frontier. Then a painful contest
took place between the national impulse
of those who felt the duty of carrying
on the movement and the party who
were in power. Nor did the latter, in
its resistance, have recourse to fair
means. Availing themselves of the
prejudice, often refuted by facts, yet
always rife, that Mazzini and his friends
were working for the Eepublic, the
rulers of Central Italy, with the excep-
tion of Farini, organized a regular pro-
scription against all active patriots.
Then it was that, among others, Eosolino
Pilo, one of the chief promoters, and
now but too likely a martyr,1 of the
Sicilian insurrection, was, on the plea
of his relations with Mazzini, kept a
prisoner for more than a month by the
police of Bologna, who gave the people
to understand that he was an Austrian
agent in disguise.
Then Garibaldi, who had opened the
subscription for " II Milione di Fucili,"
1 Kosolino Pilo, of the marquises of Capace,
has undoubtedly been the most active organ-
izer of the Sicilian insurrection. Well known
to his countrymen for his patriotism and
courage since 1848, when he was yet almost a
boy, he has been, during the last ten years of
servitude, more than once in his native island
under different disguises, encouraging his
fellow-countrymen to the work of deliverance.
He was one of the purest minds and most
earnest hearts that I ever came in contact
with. The accounts given of the severity of
his wounds seem to leave no hope of recovery.
— Since the preceding lines were written, I have
received melancholy assurance that he died of
Ms wounds on the 13th of June.
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and was organizing the volunteers in the
Eomagna, through a commission con-
ferred upon him by the king himself,
was obliged to resign his office ; and when,
withdrawing from the " Societa Nazi-
onale," and protesting against its system
of policy, he proposed a new association
of Italian patriotism under the name of
"La Nazione Armata," he was again
compelled to renounce his purpose and
retire, discouraged, into inactivity. Maz-
zini had been, meanwhile, sojourning
for two months in Florence (July and
August, 1859). I have a private docu-
ment which proves beyond doubt the
singlemindedness of his intentions. Some
friend wrote to him, exhorting him to
abstain from any interference in the state
of affairs, as any action of his, amidst the
apprehensions then prevailing, would
only have tended to misconstrue his
designs, excite opposition, and afford a
pretext to persecution and calumny. He
answered : " I do nothing but look, and
' wait, and propose my ideas to some of
' the chiefs, who probably will not accept
' them. As to coming forward myself,
' or acting in any exclusive way, with
' elements of my own, I do not even
' dream of it. Let then my friends be
' tranquil on this ground." When he
saw that there was no chance of having
his programme of action for national
unity carried out by the men in
power, he again left the country, and
wrote his famous letter to Victor Em-
manuel, which (if report be true) pro-
duced a deep impression on the mind of
the king himself. Still the work in the
south was going on, and Mazzini effi-
ciently contributed to its progress. Crispi,
the present secretary of the Provisional
Government at Palermo, went twice to
the island to urge on the movement.
The Sicilian patriots were in constant
communication with Rosolino Pilo, who,
nothing daunted by the treatment under-
gone in Central Italy, was earnestly
working with them in the name of
Italian unity.
During the time of his sojourn in
Florence, Mazzini wrote to Baron Rica-
soli, who was seeking him in order to
banish him a prisoner to some remote
quarter of the world, the following lines :
"Eight or ten thousand men, and the
"name of Garibaldi, with the Sicilian
"movement now ripe through a long
" preparation, will lead to the insurrec-
" tion of the kingdom. The insurrec-
" tion of the kingdom would place the
" Italian movement in such a position
"as to enable the country to deal, on
" equal terms, with any power whatso-
" ever." Thus careless of persecution,
he was thinking of, and working for, only
the greatness of that country — his
country — in which he was not allowed
even freely to breathe. Again, in Feb-
ruary last, on the occasion of the sub-
scriptions opened at Glasgow for the
Garibaldi fund, whilst acting in accord-
ance with the great leader of the Italian
volunteers, he wrote to that city as
follows : " We are working actively in
" the South (of Italy) to promote there
" a change which would reach the aim
"at once. You helped us, through
" pecuniary assistance, when we were at
" work in Northern Italy ; help us if
"you can for the South. Explain to
" your countrymen that our aim is unity ;
" that there is the root of the question ;
" that Italy will never be tranquil, Eu-
"rope never be at peace, whilst that
" supreme aim of ours is not reached."
And, in that very letter, as in all other
papers written of late by him, he dis-
tinctly declares that he postpones his
political opinions to that aim. " You
ought," he says to his correspondent, " to
" trust our sincere love of our country,
" to see from our self-abdication as to
" questions of form that we are neither
" exclusive nor rash The only
" question between a fraction now in
" power of the moderate party and our
" own, comprising, nuances a part, every
" man, from Garibaldi, as a citizen sol-
" dier, to me, as an Italian citizen — from
"the volunteers in the army to the
"working and middle classes of our
" towns — is a question of means. Shall
' we depend on diplomacy, Congress,
'French protectorate, &c., or shall we
' depend on our own forces, on the loud,
' incessant proclamation of our wish and
' right, on our identifying the life of the
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" emancipated provinces with that of the
"still oppressed, and in onr unfolding
" a whole, straightforward Italian policy
"in that direction, and seizing boldly
"the opportunity for carrying it out?
" Are we to allow the movement to be
"localised, or are we to try to nation-
" alise it 1 " This is the question ;
and the writer of the letter just
quoted, has again, a few days ago, re-
peated the same declaration, through an
article in the Unita Italiana of Genoa,
in answer to attacks made against him,
on the one side by the ministerial party,
who accuse him of plotting for an ex-
clusive form of government, and on the
other by the uncompromising repub-
licans, who accuse him of betraying his
political ideal to his scheme of Italian
unity. "Our cry," he says, "is unity,
" liberty. As regards the rest we bow to
" the will of the country/' But there
is a stereotyped phraseology of calumny,
which is kept up by certain Italian
correspondents of influential English
papers, either to curry favour with
the official party, or from personal
motives beneath the notice of upright
minds, according to which Mazzini and
the Italian Republicans are obstinately
conspiring, for their political dream,
against the very life of then1 country.
The relations between the different
parties in Italy are now these : the
great majority of the nation, in which
all earnest patriots, whether of constitu-
tional or of republican opinions, have
joined, wish for independence and unity ;
every question of formal politics is set
aside ; and the cry of Italy and Victor
Emmanuel calls upon the monarchy to
follow out the programme of the nation.
The party which tended to localise the
movement, and would have been for-
merly satisfied with a confederation of
separate constitutional states, is almost
entirely dwindling away. Any minister
in the free state who dared now openly
to countenance such schemes, would
lose his popularity. Thus the only real
antagonism which survives the old par-
ties in Italy is simply a practical one
among those who admit in common that
unity is the work of the times, but are
divided as to the opportunity of carrying
it out by national means and self-depen-
dent action, or entrusting it to even-
tuality and diplomatic subtlety. The
former party is now growing far more
influential than the latter, especially
since the fact of Garibaldi's success has
justified its views. It has for it the
authority of that heroic leader himself,
who, on leaving for Sicily, trusted to
the hands of his friend Dr. Bertani, an
appeal to the Italians for joint action ;
and is supported by that true foresight
of the people which leads them to feel
that every spot of their country not
taken possession of by the nation will
be invaded by foreign intrigue.
But to return to the Sicilians. On
the 25th of March past, Rosolino Pilo,
who had received information from
Sicily that a crisis was at hand, set off
from Genoa, with a military companion"
of the name of Corrado, in a sailing
vessel, for his native island. After
many hardships at sea, they landed near
Messina on the 10th of April, and were
able to enter the town in disguise, while
the royal troops were bombarding it
from the fort. Pilo wrote, on the 12th,
an account of the state of things, say-
ing : " Sicily feels more than any other
province in Italy that the question is,
— 'to be Italians.7 I am sure of the
triumph ; yet you must think of assist-
ing us. Shame to the other Italian
provinces if they do not help the Si-
cilian movement, which is not a sepa-
ratist movement, but only and deeply
Italian."
This young man, belonging to one of
the most ancient and noble families of
the island, having put himself at the
head of his Messinian friends, joined
with them the other bands from the in-
terior, and fought gallantly in several
encounters. He was thus an efficient
instrument to give time to Garibaldi for
his expedition ; and was by the latter,
on his arrival in Sicily, appointed to
organize the insurrection in the district
of Carini. He wrote again from that
place a letter full of confidence and of
generous feeling ; but, alas ! it was de-
creed by Providence that he should fall
Garibaldi and the Sicilian Revolution.
243
among the first martyrs in his country's
cause. " On the 21st," wrote a friend
from Palermo, " one of our columns,
" headed by the gallant and generous
" Eosolino Pilo, had, at S. Martino, a
" fierce encounter with the royalists :
" the Sicilians were few ; still they
" fought valiantly — Pilo foremost ; but
" through his ardent nature, and full of
" noble courage, he exposed himself to
" the last ; and the last shot of the
" royalists wounded him mortally. The
" loss of this man is a great misfortune
" for the Sicilians."
Garibaldi's expedition was entirely
the work of patriots, who acted inde-
pendently of any assistance or favour
from the government. Money, arms,
ammunition, were provided by means of
popular contributions ; and, at the end,
from the funds raised, in the name of
Garibaldi, for "II Milione di Fucili,"
though not without difficulty, owing to
official control on the money thus col-
lected. Garibaldi has been and is also
not indifferently helped by private sub-
scriptions in England, from different
quarters, with a unanimity which is the
highest testimonial to the noble devo-
tion of his glorious enterprise.
Men of democratic principles, as
Bixio, Sirtori,1 Savi, the editor of the
Unitd Italian® of Genoa, Mosto, the
1 Giuseppe Sirtori was originally a priest.
He is a Lombard. At an early age he became
convinced of the falsehood of Roman Catholi-
cism, and then, consistently with the sincerity
of his conscience, gave up the priestly office.
But deeply religious at heart, he turned
to the cause of the moral and national
regeneration of his country that spirit of de-
votion which he would have given to the
Church if true to its mission. Thus he
became a soldier of libei'ty and indepen-
dence. In '49, during the siege of Venice, his
perfect calmness in the very face of death
made him an object of admiration to his
soldiers. He commanded there the battalion
of Lombard volunteers. During the exile, he
applied himself with assiduity to military
studies, preparing himself for the expected
national wars. He is now one of the most
able officers of Garibaldi, and the chief of his
staff. He was slightly wounded at Calata Fimi.
La Masa is a Sicilian, who took a prominent
part in the insurrection of Palermo in '48;
Orsini, a Sicilian also, a very experienced
officer, and an exile since '49.
leader of those " Cacciatori Genovesi "
who did wonders of courage and were
decimated at Calata Fimi ; Orsini and La
Masa, both Sicilians, and many others
like them, joined as brothers in the same
patriotic work with persons of the
highest nobility. Lads of aristocratic
families, as well as of humble extrac-
tion, inspired from their childhood with
the love of their country by their own
parents, have abandoned their homes to
fight for Italy, writing, on their depar-
ture, the most touching letters, full of
a deep sense of duty, to soften their
mothers' grief. You see in all this the
symptoms of the resurrection of a coun-
try, the youthfulness of a race, which,
though trampled down for centuries, has
in itself the seeds of a noble future.
The success of the Sicilian revolution,
under the leadership of Garibaldi and
his companions, will necessarily lead to
the re-opening of the whole Italian
question. The news from the peninsula
seem already to point to the spreading
of the revolution in the continental
portion of the kingdom as unavoid-
able. The party which desires national
unity has greatly increased even at
Naples : the most distinguished minds
of the kingdom (the greater number
of them in exile) have declared for
annexation. Many of them form now
part of the Italian Parliament at Turin ;
and they will not easily be induced
to renounce their independent con-
stitutional position, to venture their
freedom and life under a sham-constitu-
tion granted, through compulsion, by
the descendant and imitator of a series
of sovereigns who have repeatedly
broken through all constitutional secu-
rities, and laid violent hand on the re-
presentatives of the country in the very
sanctuary of their parliamentary func-
tions. The army itself, worked upon
by patriotic ideas, will not long resist
the call of the nation. All these cir-
cumstances exercise a deep influence on
the subjects of Francis II.; whilst on the
other side the Italians know well that a'
separate dynasty in the south of the
pBninsula will never be a faithful ally
to the rest of the country. Diplomacy
244 The Boot.
may delay, but will not be able to pre- lier forces, a new law of equilibrium
vent, the formation of a united Italy, conformable to national exigencies, as a
Will force then be used ? We hope condition of peace and improvement,
.that no European power will commit Italy free, independent, united, within
itself to such a course ; we trust that the limits of her Alps, will help in
England will efficiently back with its keeping France and Germany at peace ;
moral influence the cause of the Italian she will naturally co-operate with Eng-
nation. Any interference would lead land in preserving the freedom of the
not only to a regress in Italian affairs sea. Geography, experience of past
which, sooner or later, the Italians would errors, and social condition appoint the
retrieve by revolution ; but it would also Italian nation to a pacific mission in
create a complication of a serious nature Europe. But let, above all, the Italians
as regards the interests of the naval of all parties earnestly act for themselves,
powers in the Mediterranean. Let Sicily with energy and comprehensiveness
solve the question of her destinies by equal to the great task they have in
her own free vote ; let the principle of hand. Let them be convinced that any
non-intervention be fairly applied to the division in the camp is fatal, that all
progressive development of Italian na- political and personal antagonisms must
tionality, and, if national unity should be waived in presence of their country's
be the result, let the world acknowledge cause, and that if they manfully rely
and welcome the event. on their own action and on the justice
Europe requires a redistribution of of their cause, Italy is theirs.
THE BOOT.
FROM THE ITALIAN OP GIUSEPPE GIUSTI.
WHEN Giusti wrote the poem of which we here offer a translation, a quarter
of a century back, Italy was in the apprehension of most minds a geographical
expression, and nothing more. That unique physical configuration of the penin-
sula, which has arrested the attention of every boy or girl Avho has ever studied a
map of Europe since maps were first correctly drawn, was the sole tangible " unity"
of Italy in which anybody north of the Alps could then profess a belief, without
laying himself open to the imputation of being a mere political enthusiast and
dreamer. The undeniable resemblance to the shape of a boot is the basis upon
which Giusti built this poem. It was natural for a poet, whose every line was
written with the view of awakening among his countrymen that strength of feeling
and purpose which alone might enable them to restore Italy to the rank of a free
nation, to take hold in some shape or other of a permanent fact, which neither
native municipal jealousy, local tyranny, nor foreign contempt or repression, could
contradict or do away with. The Boot, with its strong hem or fringe of Alps at
top, and its broad seam of Apennine down the middle — coinciding in its extent
with the spoken Italian language — was a symbol of unity so pointedly at variance
with the existing subdivision of despotic principalities, as readily to form a speak-
ing text for a suggestive sermon. The historical fortunes of the poor Boot, as it
has been torn and pulled out of its pristine and native compactness by the rapa-
city of one appropriator after another, until, from being the wonder of the world
as the cradle and centre of the Roman Empire, it has fallen to its patchwork con-
dition of the nineteenth century, shaped themselves in Giusti's mind into a
humorous and pointed allegory. It is difficult for those who have lived in a
land where freedom of political discussion has been long coextensive with freedom
of thought, to appreciate the skill of the irony which, under the censorship of an
Austrian police, was at once the most necessary and the most effective weapon of
The Boot. 245
offence and defence for an anonymous writer whom everybody knew. To the subtle
apprehension of all among his own countrymen who sympathized with his yearn-
ings for a nobler national life, at a time when such sympathy involved frequent in-
convenience, and some danger, Giusti's Boot conveyed a truth and a moral spur in
the most forcible manner. At a time when the calm firmness of the attitude
taken by the Italians of North and Central Italy has baffled foreign intrigue,
falsified the sneer which spoke of " La Terre des Morts," and won for themselves
the conditions of a national existence — at a moment when a noble and unselfish
heroism is still struggling in the South against enormous odds to give an equal
share of liberty to the long-oppressed subjects of the Sicilian kingdom — English
readers will not be unready to listen to the utterances of a foreign humour, and to
value, as they have been valued by his countrymen, the words of the greatest and
most national poet of the present generation of Italians.
The particular allusions to different wearers of the Boot will in geijeral be
easily understood by readers of Italian history ; though one or two of them are
rather puzzling. The " German full of bluster," probably refers not so pointedly
to any single invader, as to the contests between the German emperors, the great
towns, and the Church, at intervals, from Barbarossa to Henry the Seventh. The
rise of the Venetian and Genoese republics, the struggles of Charles of Anjou and
Peter of Aragon, the Sicilian Vespers, and the magnificent tyranny of the Medici,
are in their turn sufficiently indicated. The rivalry between French and Spaniards
for the rich prize of Italy, which culminated in the wars of Francis the First and
Charles the Fifth, is balanced by a reference to the shameless nepotism of the
Popes, repeated in the instances of Bertrand de Poiet, John and Caesar Borgia,
and so many other illegitimate scions of successive Papal families. The misused
power and " crooked courses " of the first Napoleon, who might have made Italy
free and great in unity, if he had wished to do so, are finely pointed out in the
last allusion to the past fortunes of the Boot ; and the half-dozen concluding
verses* are as clear and forcible an exposition of the spirit and policy which are still
required for the best solution of the Italian problem as if they had been written
in the present year. No foreign interference or usurpation — " no French or Ger-
man leg, you understand," to fill the Boot, and no French or German bootmaker to
manipulate the material, or to fix the pattern ! Italy, if left alone — -fard, da se.
I AM not made of ordinary stuff,
Nor am I such a boot as rustics wear ;
And if my shape seem hewn out in the rough,
No bungler's stamp of workmanship I bear :
With double soles, and action firm and free,
I'm formed for any work by land or sea.
Up to mid-thigh I stand, nor ever stir,
Deep in the water, yet am just as sound ;
I'm good for sporting, good to wear the spur,
As many asses to their cost have found :
All stitched compact and firm by vigorous needle,
With hem at top, and seam straight down the middle.
But then, I'm not drawn on with so much ease,
Nor am I fit for any trifler's use ;
A slender foot I should but lame or tease,
To suit the vulgar leg I should not choose :
There's no one yet has kept me on throughout ;
They've worn me just a little, turn about.
246 The Boot.
I won't inflict on you the category
Of all who've tried to get me for their own,
But only here and there, to fit my story,
Note such and such, most worthy to be known ;
Eclating how my ruin first was planned,
And thieves have passed me down from hand to hand.
You'll think it past belief, but once I started
Off at full gallop of my own accord,
And right across the whole known world I darted,
Till overhaste betrayed me, — I was floored :
My equilibrium lost, I lay extended
This way and that, and so the matter ended.
A grand confusion followed : o'er me surged
A flood of every race and savage fashion,
Tumbling from all outlandish quarters, urged
By a priest's counsel, or a demon's passion;
One seized me by the instep, one the calf,
And jeering cried, " Who'll get the bigger half 2 "
The priest, despite his cloth, to try the boot
Upon his own account showed some desire,
But, finding that I did not suit his foot,
Hither and thither let me out on hire :
Now to the earliest bidder in the mart
He yields me, acting but the boot-jack's part.
To wrestle with the priest, and plant his heel
Firm in me, came a German full of bluster;
But oft to bear him home, as turned the wheel,
Those heels were forced their utmost speed to muster :
He tried and tried enough to gall his foot,
But never yet could pull on all the boot.
Left for a century upon the shelf,
A simple trader next I'll name who wore me,
Gave me a blacking, made me stir myself,
And o'er the sea to Eastern climates bore me,
In rough condition, but a perfect whole,
And set with good hob-nails about the sole.
My merchant friend, grown rich, a fitting act
Deemed it to deck me out with greater cost ;
Tassels and golden spurs were on me tacked,
But something of solidity was lost ;
And in the long run, finding out the difference,
For those good primitive nails I own a preference.
You could not find in me a crack or wrinkle
When I one day a Western rascal saw
Leap from his galley plump upon my ankle,
And try to clutch it with his little claw ;
But fair and softly — two could play that game ;
One vesper at Palermo, he went lame.
Among the other foreign dilettanti,
A certain King of Spades with all his might
Would pull me on — but while he toiled and panted
Found himself plants Id in sorry plight;
The Boot
A capon, jealous of the hen-roost, crowed
And threatened to alarm the neighbourhood.
In those same times, my fortune's underminer,
Cunningly bent its ruin to complete,
Sprang from his shop a certain Mediciner,
Who next, to make me easy to his feet,
And profitable wearing, spun a thread
Of plots and frauds that o'er thre'e centuries spread.
He smoothed me, decked me out with tinsel, rubbed
Unguents and humbugs in at such a rate,
My very leather into holes was scrubbed,
And all who since have meddled with my fate
Set about tinkering me by the receipt
Of that same school of black and vile deceit.
Thus harassed, tossed about from hand to hand,
The aim and object of a harpy-swarm,
I felt a Frank and Spaniard take their stand,
Contending which could prove the stronger arm ;
At length Don Quixote bore me off, but found me
Crushed out of shape with all the blows around me.
Those who beheld me on his foot have told me
This Spaniard wore me in most evil style ;
He smeared me o'er with paint and varnish, called me
Most noble, most illustrious ; but the file
He worked by stealth, and only left me more
Bagged and tattered than I was before.
Still half-way down me grew, in vermeil coloured,
One lily, token of departed splendour ;
But this a shameless Pope, of birth dishonoured
(To whom all glory may the Devil render),
Gave the barbarians, making compact base
To crown a scion of his guilty race.
"Well, from that moment each one at his will
With awl and shears in cobbler-craft might dabble
And so from frying-pan to fire I fell ;
Viceroys, police, and all that sort of rabble,
To grind me down struck out a new idea,
Et diviserunt vestimenta mea.
Thus clutched alternately by paw of famished
Or vicious beast in rude and clumsy revel,
That old impression by degrees had vanished
Of well-cut feet, firm planted on the level,
Such as without a single step perverse
Had borne me safely round the universe.
Ah me ! poor boot, I have been led astray,
I own it now, by this most foolish notion,
While yet to walk or run I had free play,
By stranger legs I would be put in motion,
Nor from my mind the dangerous dream could pluck,
That change of limb would bring me change of luck.
248 TJieBoot.
I feel — I own it — but withal I now
Find myself in so damaged a condition,
The very ground seems to give way below
If I attempt one step on self-volition ;
Long subject to false guides, both great and small,
I've lost the faculty to move at all.
My greatest grievance, though, to priests is owing —
A sect malignant, void of all discretion ;
And certain poets, race degenerate, growing
Mere hypocrites, who flatter by profession.
Say what you please, the Canon-laws prohibit
That priests in mundane boots their legs exhibit.
And here I am, meanwhile, threadbare, despised,
Tattered on every side, all mud and mire ;
Still for some kind limb's advent, well advised
To shake me out and smooth me, I aspire :
"No French or German leg, you understand ;
I want one grown upon my native land.
A certain worthy's once I took on trial ;
Alas ! my hero would a- wandering go,
Or might have boasted his, without denial,
The stoutest boot in the whole world's depot ;
Ah ! crooked courses ! down the snowdrift came,
Freezing his limbs, ere half played out the game.
Patched up again after the ancient style,
And once more carried to the skinning place,
I, of prodigious worth and weight erewhile,
Scarce my original leather now can trace :
Look you, to piece these various holes of mine
There's something wanting more than tacks and twine.
Both toil and cost it needs, nor too much haste ;
Each separate shred must be resewn together;
The mud cleaned off, the stout old nails replaced,
Smoothed into shape both calf and upper leather :
Let this be done, I'll thank you from my heart ;
But, oh ! take care who plays the workman's part !
Look at me, also, on this side I'm blue,
There red and white, and up here black and yellow ;-
A very harlequin of chequered hue ;
To make my tone harmonious and mellow,
Remodel me discreetly (may I hint 1)
All in one piece, and one prevailing tint.
Search diligently if the world supplies
A man, — I care not what, so not a coward ; —
And, when in me his foot securely lies,
If any prig peer in with schemes untoward
Of practising once more the usual quacking,
We'll pay him off with kicks, and send him packing.
MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE.
AUGUST, 1860.
THE NAVIES OF FKANCE AND ENGLAND.
THE scene is a gently heaving purple
sea, and the time is the morning of a
calm autumn day. The porpoises are
splashing in the sun, and the flying-fish
are whirring from wave to wave like
silver dragon-flies, and the white sea
birds rise and fall and float on snowy
wings. Far to the south-east a blue
Cape looms through the haze with one
long white building half way up. All
these things may be seen any day, but
there is a sight to be seen this morning,
the like of which a man has never seen
before.
On the sparkling morning waters
there lies in single line a mighty fleet,
thirty-eight sail of the line, besides
frigates ; while upon them/coming down
before the wind, advances another fleet,
inferior to them in numbers, but evi-
dently far superior in audacity. Of this
last flotilla we count fourteen in one
line and thirteen in the other ; we see
the foremost ship of the fourteen out-
strip the others and engage three of the
enemy at once ; then in twenty minutes
the whole brave show is wrapt in smoke,
and fire, and destruction, and the wind
is laid with the concussion. When that
smoke clears away a deed will have been
done which will make the ears of him
that heareth it to tingle ; for this is the
21st of October, 1805, and that faint
blue promontory a^way to the south-east
is called Cape Trafalgar.
Shall I go on? I think not. We
have given out our text; now for our
No. 10. — VOL. n.
sermon. Every Englishman knows the
rest of that chapter ; but we wish to
call your attention to one fact in con-
nexion with that victory — namely, that
8,000 British in 27 ships beat 12,000
Spanish and French in 33 ships, and
that of these last only 13 got back
into port. And then we wish to put
this question, " Could we do the same
thing again 1 "
Just think of the conditions under
which such a victory became possible,
and the quiet, patient, practical efforts
by which such successes must be pre-
ceded. Maritime supremacy, like every-
thing else that is worth having, can
only be obtained by proportionate effort ;
and though we are the countrymen of
Jervis, Collingwood, and Nelson, the
maritime supremacy which their splen-
did victories secured to this country will
assuredly slip through our fingers if we
imagine that it can be retained on any
other terms than those by which it was
acquired — that is, by maintaining at all
costs adequate armaments. At the out-
break of the French Revolutionary War
there were three powers of considerable
maritime pretensions — France, Spain,
and Holland; and it was against the
coalesced forces of the three that we
had then to contend. Of these the
Navy of France has alone recovered from
the blows that we then struck; and,
in the event of hostilities breaking out,
.France is now the only power that can be
looked upon as in any degree our rival.
250
The Navies of France and England.
Indeed, so far has her Navy and that of
this country outstripped those of the
other nations of Europe that, perhaps,
with the exception of Russia, there is
now no country whose steam navy could,
even if they were inclined to join in
the strife, give any material assistance
to either party. Russia, it is true, pos-
sesses somewhere about ten screw line-of-
battle ships and eleven frigates ; which,
if they are good ships, presents an im-
posing appearance ; but from the fact
that they are to a great extent manned
by agricultural labourers, they can hardly
come up to the French or English
standard of excellence — so that in
spite of their numbers we may dismiss
them cavalierly. "Whatever be their
worth, however, the probabilities are
that they would go to reinforce France
in case of a quarrel ; and so, by simply
considering the navy of France, we shall
get pretty nearly at the strength of pos-
sible combinations against us, — minus
Russia and her ten liners. It would
be a great error to imagine that a dimi-
nution in the number of our antagonists
has at all altered the conditions of a
possible struggle in favour of this coun-
try, and we are much mistaken if we
cannot prove that, quality as well as
numbers being taken into consideration,
the present navy of France, single-
handed, promises to be quite as much
of a match for England of the present
day, as the united navies of the three
powers were for England of the Revo-
lutionary war. The mere fact that at
the outbreak of that war the number
of our line-of-battle ships was 148, and
those of France only 77, while at the
beginning of last year both nations pos-
sessed an equal number, is sufficient
to show the probable accuracy of our
estimate.
At the close of the war this dispro-
portion between the two navies had
considerably increased — England then
possessing 218 ships of the line and
309 frigates, while France had only 69
ships of the line and 38 frigates. Until
the time when sailing vessels ceased to
be the force with which a naval contest
was to be determined, though subject
of course to fluctuations, England never
ceased to preserve a decided naval supe-
riority over her neighbour. During the
earlier of those years the proportions
may be roughly stated as somewhere
about three to one, while in the later
ones it had dwindled down to two to
one. Wonderful as have been the
changes effected by the introduction
of steam in all that relates to our
manufactures and social economy, they
certainly have not surpassed, if they
can be fairly said to have equalled, those
that it has occasioned in all that relates
to the navy. Ten years ago, and for all
practical purposes, not one of the ships
which are now alone thought worth
taking account of existed, while those
which then were the pride of the country
and the guardians of our shores are
now, unless capable of conversion, looked
upon as comparatively little better than
lumber.
In 1818 our steam mercantile tonnage
was 1,633 tons, but in 1859, 416,132.
This called our Government's attention
to the fact of the success of steam,
and they took it up. The history of
the steam navy since then may be given
in a few lines. In 1811 they made an
abortive attempt to build paddle cor-
vettes. In 1840 they tried it again
with some success (in the Vesuvius and
Gorgon, which were at Acre); but, the
Rattler, 800 tons, the first screw corvette,
which was built the same year, seeming
to possess none of the disadvantages of
the paddle frigates (we all know what
they are), others on her model were
constructed, and the foundation of our
present navy was laid, and the system
of naval tactics altered. This we have
heard too often already. Let us turn
for a moment to another alteration in
ship-fighting, more interesting because
more recent.
The old British and French ships
of war do not present a greater con-
trast to the Duke of Wellington and La
Bretagne, than does an old 32-pounder
to the new rifled ordnance. Some
idea may be formed of this difference,
and of the superior range and ac-
curacy of the new gun, when we state
The Navies of France and England.
that at a high angle Sir W. Armstrong's
gun throws its projectile 9,000 yards,
and that the results of an extended
series of experiments at 1,000 yards
against an ordinary 9-pounder field-piece
were —
ARMSTRONG SERVICE
GUN. GUN.
For mean difference in
range 231 yds. 147'2 yds.
For mean lateral devia-
tion 0-8 yds. 9-1 yds.
And Sir W. Armstrong declares himself
confident, that with one of his guns at
the distance of 600 yards an object no
larger than the muzzle of an enemy's
gun may be struck at almost every shot,
while at a distance of 3,000 yards a tar-
get of nine feet square, which at that
distance looks a mere speck, has, on a
calm day, been struck five times out of
ten shots : a ship, therefore, which offers
a much larger surface, would be hit at
much greater distances, and towns might
be shelled by ships five miles off. There
is every reason to believe that so far
the French have not been behind in
the race, and that their artillery is at
least equal to that of Sir W. Armstrong.
The process, however, by which they
manufacture it, and the results that have
been obtained with it, have been so
effectually kept secret, that it is difficult
to speak with any accuracy on this very
interesting subject. The best informed,
however, affirm that these cannon are
calculated, with the same charge of
powder, to project a missile twice the
weight of an ordinary ball thrice the
distance, and that, unlike our own, it is
not intended to fire solid shot from
them, but shells, which explode on
striking an object. These latter are
said to be made with leaden bands
round them. This, if true, favours the
idea that the principle on which they
are rifled is the same as that adopted
by Sir "W. Armstrong. Great as is the
improvement which this ordnance shows
when compared with that which it has
supplanted, it seems destined that even
it is to be distanced by a more formidable
competitor. The experiments of Mr.
"Whitworth at Southport have shown
that he has produced a cannon which,
while it exceeds Sir W. Armstrong's in
range, promises to rival it in accuracy.
The principles on which he has proceeded
in his manufacture are original. The
Armstrong barrel is made of rods of
wrought iron, welded into a tube, the
pitch of whose rifling is one turn in 10
feet, and the rifling itself 38 sharp
grooves. Instead of the rolled bar-iron,
of which Sir W. Armstrong's guns are
made, Mr. Whitworth' s gun is bored
from a solid cylinder of homogeneous
iron. The barrel is of hexagonal shape,
making one complete turn, which varies
as the diameter of the gun. This con-
stitutes the only rifling, and it extends
from one end of the barrel to the other.
The projectile, which is of a longitu-
dinal shape, tapering towards both ends,
is cut at the middle so as to fit with
accuracy the sides of the barrel. In the
very important item of weight, the
superiority in the larger kinds of ord-
nance still remains with Sir William.
But we shall be much mistaken if Mr.
Whitworth's scheme of reducing the
diameter of the. projectile, and conse-
quently the bore — which enables the
same relative strength of metal to be
obtained in lighter guns — will not result
in the production of heavy ordnances,
whose weight, for their size, will be less
than any that have yet been produced.
In the lighter kinds, Mr. Whitworth
even now can well bear comparison with
his rival, as his 3-pounder, of which
we have heard so much, can be easily
manoeuvred and served with 2 horses
and 2 irien. This gun, at one elevation,
in the course of 10 .shots, showed a
mean range of 1,579 yards, with a lon-
gitudinal deviation of 12 yards, and a
lateral one of '52, whilst, at an elevation
of 35 degrees, it showed on an average
of 5 shots a mean range of 9,580 yards,
with a longitudinal deviation of 81
yards, and a lateral one of 19-33.
This superiority in point of range must
in a great degree be attributed to the
fact we have before noticed, that the
chamber for the shot which exists in
the Armstrong gun is dispensed with,
thus enabling the rifling to extend from
a 2
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one end of the barrel to the other. The
advantages of this arrangement are not
confined to range alone. The chamber
in the Armstrong gun is an effectual
limit to the length of the shot that can
be used in it, while that of Whitworth
can be used indifferently for shot of any
length : the distance to which it can be
projected diminishing, of course, as the
weight of the shot is increased ; thus en-
abling an almost infinite variety of results
to be obtained from the same gun. "Whit-
worth's gun can be loaded from the
muzzle, should anything go wrong;
Armstrong's cannot be. In the forth-
coming trial this ought to weigh consi-
derably in the balance.
The enormous cost of building the
new ships, combined with the fact that
the fire to which they will be subjected
from the new ordnance is likely to be of
so much more destructive a nature, has
suggested the possibility of making
snips shot-proof. The idea first oc-
curred to our ingenious neighbours
across the water, and they accordingly
set to work to build some frigates of
enormous scantling, and plate them
with metal-work of the thickness of
4^ inches. Ships v of this nature, if
successful, promise such extraordinary
advantages, that there was nothing left
SOT this country but to follow the exam-
ple of France and build some too. This
has been accordingly done, and a series
of experiments have been made for the
purpose of ascertaining how far the
metal casing has effected its object. Ko
trial of the effect of Mr. Whitworth's
ordnance was made till the latter part
of last May, when its fire was directed
against a new iron-cased floating bat-
tery. The result of some previous trials
on the same vessel with Sir William
Armstrong's gun and one of the smooth-
bore ordinary 68-pounders had been
somewhat indecisive. At the distance of
200 yards the battery appears to have
been impervious to the heaviest shot.
When close to it a single shot from
the 68-pounder indented the armour-
plate to a depth varying from one to
two inches. Sir William Armstrong's
gun was, as was to be expected, more
successful. Where two or more shots
struck, the plating was considerably
damaged; and it very nearly succeeded
in forcing the conical-shaped shot fired
from it through the plating; but, though
very near, it never succeeded in quite
penetrating the metal. The gun selected
by Mr. Whitworth for his experiment
was an 80-pounder. The distance at
which it was placed was two hundred
yards. The first shot was fired with a
121b. charge of powder. It struck on
the edge of two plates, and, having gone
clean through the metal work and
eleven inches of the oak boarding, it
glanced against an iron bolt, the effect
of which was that it was driven up-
wards, burying itself between the plates
and the inside of the ship. An increase
of two pounds of powder was tried on
firing the second shot. This time the
shot struck the vessel in the centre of
an armour-plate, and penetrated to the
main-deck, leaving as clean a hole
through wood-work and metal-plating
as a pistol-bullet would do if discharged
against an ordinary, pane of glass.
We have already observed that a
great, and at present an unknown, revo-
lution in all that relates to naval war-
fare has been effected by these means ;
but there is another change which has
likewise taken place, and that by no
means one slow in making itself felt.
We refer to the enormous increase of
expense occasioned by the introduction
of these inventions. Our navy estimates
have this year reached the almost alarm-
ing figure of 12,800,000?., being by a
great deal the largest that this country
has ever seen in time of peace. The
increase of expense incident on the em-
ployment of the new machinery presses
upon us on every side. Not only is
there the original cost of construction
of the ship itself, double that of a sail-
ing ship of the same rate, but the daily
expenses show a proportionate increase.
There is the item of coal, for instance,
which in a first-rate ship of the line in
commission cannot be estimated at much
less than 100?. per diem. There are also
the sums paid for the employment of the
skilled labour of engineers and stokers;
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which, change has raised the wages paid
on board a first-rate line-of-battle ship by
an annual sum of 8,55 5£. To this must
be added the sums for wear and tear of
the ships. The new method of propul-
sion is not only itself more expensive,
but, by the shaking of the ship which it
occasions, renders the more costly struc-
ture the less durable one. The screw,
in this respect, is even worse than the
paddle. Some idea of the magnitude
of this item may be formed from the
fact that the sum of 14,325£. has to be
spent annually in keeping a first-class
ship-of-the-line in working order. How-
ever, it is satisfactory to reflect that these
expenses must be borne equally by
every nation that aspires to maintain a
large steam navy, and must eventually
tell most against those whose resources
are least able to stand such an exhaust-
ing drain.
So much then for quality. In that
respect we seem nearly equal. As far as
we have the means of knowing, the me-
chanical contrivances of France are as
good as our own. Let us now see how we
stand with regard to numerical strength
since the reconstruction of both navies.
The year 1850 was destined to begin
a new era in the French Navy. The
commission of inquiry appointed by the
Revolutionary Government had com-
menced its sittings. It would be a
mistake to imagine that the change of
government in France was the cause of
its appointment. The policy which its
existence indicated had already been in-
augurated and steadily pursued by one
of the Princes of the fallen Dynasty.
As far back as the year 1844 the Prince
De Joinville was appointed head of the
French Navy. Possessed of consider-
able scientific knowledge and patriotism,
and, from his position, enjoying better
opportunities than any one else for carry-
ing out his plans, he set to work to re-
create the French Navy, and by that
means to restore to his country the
maritime influence of which the unsuc-
cessful issue of the last war had deprived
her. The experiments in the construction
of steam ships of war which this country
had been making were not lost upon the
Prince. His sagacity anticipated the
revolution with which his success must
be attended. Accordingly, his chief care
was directed to build and improve steam
ships of war ; and specimens highly
creditable to French skill were turned
out of the dockyards. The revolution,
of 1848 put a stop to his maturing his
plans ; but the policy which he had
traced was adopted and expanded by
the government which succeeded him.
The commission to which we have before
alluded was appointed. It first reduced
to a determined scheme the visions of
naval aggrandizement which had been
floating before Joinville's eyes, and
sketched the gigantic proportion of the
present steam navy of France. To the
present Emperor has fallen the task of
realising the designs of his predecessors ;
and it is but bare justice to him to say
that he has applied himself to it with
great skill and indomitable energy.
Some idea of the way in which he has
worked may be formed from the fact
that, from the year 1851 to the begin-
ning of the year 1854, France has pro-
duced not less than twenty-four line-of-
battle ships, and that in the course of
the year 1854, thirteen men-of-war
were launched from French dockyards,
nine of which were ships of the line.
These efforts have produced a very
sensible effect upon the relative naval
strength of the two countries, inasmuch
as the superiority of four to one in ships
of the line which England had at the
end of the war, was in the course of
1859 reduced to equality. Great as
have been the energies displayed by the
French government in the construction
of ships of war, no less pains have been
taken to man them with efficient crews.
During the late war it is scarcely pos-
sible to conceive anything more clumsy
than the way in which a French fleet
was manned. On board every ship
were two distinct corps, separately
officered, neither of which possessed
any knowledge of the duties of the
other — the seamen who navigated the
ship, the artillerymen who had charge of
the guns. A divided command was the
necessary consequence, and confusion
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worse confounded the necessary result.
This evil has now been remedied, and a
body denominated Corps des equipages de
Ligne, the members of which combine
the seaman and artilleryman in one,
have been substituted in their place:
other improvements have been likewise
effected. Alive to the fact that no
small part of English success in the last
war was due to precision of aim and the
rapidity of fire, special attention has
been directed to all that relates to naval
artillery.. A subdivision in the equi-
pages de la ligne has been effected, and
a corps of 8,500 matelots cannoniers, or
picked gunners, has been formed. These
men undergo a special training. Every-
thing relating to the manning of the
French fleet bespeaks the most careful
organization, and every improvement
which could be derived from our own
navy, or that of any other nation, has
been sedulously adopted. — "The equi-
pages de la ligne" numbering in the
whole rather above 60,000 men, are
stationed at the five great naval ports of
Prance, — Brest, Toulon, Cherbourg,
Kochefort, and Lorient. This, however, is
by no means the only force available for
manning the fleet. Besides these, there
is the corps de TartUlerie de la marine,
engaged in the manufacture of ordnance
and ammunition, who number above
6,000 men ; the infanterie de la marine,
who are 20,000 strong ; 400 gend-
armerie maritime stationed at Lorient ;
1,600 gardes maritimes ; 500 corps Im-
perial du Genie Maritime or engineers ;
to say nothing of a body of shipwrights,
riggers, and other workmen employed
about the dockyards, who may be col-
lectively reckoned at 3,500. The sum
of these figures presents a total of 92,000
men, which represents the effective
strength of the French navy. The
number of French merchant-seamen,
according to the returns of last year,
was 102,000 men. Like that of this
country, the merchant-service in France
forms the body of reserve, from whose
ranks. the navy must be recruited. But
unlike ourselves, ^the French for a
long time past have done their utmost
to make their reserve as efficient and
available as possible. The system that
has been pursued operates upon the
whole of the maritime populations of
the country. Every Frenchman who
takes to a sea-faring life is obliged by
law to register himself. While his name
remains upon the register he is allowed
certain advantages, and subject to certain
duties. The advantages are the exemption
from military service, and right to fish
and navigate in the waters of France. The
duties are those of compulsory service
on board the fleet at stated periods. The
whole number of men on the rolls is di-
vided into classes. The first class includes
all seamen between twenty and forty, as
well as officers of the merchant-service
under forty-five ; the second class, men
who have served above four years; the
third class, men above six years. Six years'
men are exempt from ordinary levies.
Men who have served three years are
free till their turn comes round ; and so
by means of this machinery, in the course
of nine years, the entire body of French
merchant seamen must pass through the
Imperial Navy and learn its duties —
while, in case of sudden emergency, it
enables the Government to know the
whereabouts of these seamen, whether
they are at home or in port. Thus
France not only possesses a fleet of
enormous strength, perfectly equipped
and manned, but also a powerful reserve,
easy of access, by which she may at
pleasure recruit or increase her power.
We have, before proceeding to inquire
into the state of our own navy, spoken
of and examined into the resources and
condition of that of France, because
it is, with reference to it, and it alone,
that the efforts we are now making can
be explained, or their efficiency tested.
Nothing can be so mischievously mis-
leading as any attempt to estimate our
present strength by retrospective com-
parisons ; and we confess we trembled
when we heard our First Lord of the
Admiralty state, with evident satisfac-
tion, " that at NO TIME were our naval
" preparations in so forward a state as at
"present." Let us proceed briefly to
investigate what are the naval necessities
of the country ; how far they are at pre-
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sent supplied, and what are the reserve
resources available for recruiting them.
The necessities of this country are not
confined to the means of self-defence.
A large commerce and numerous colo-
nies make large demands upon us. In
the year 1858, the total force thus em-
ployed, exclusive of the Mediterranean
fleet, was 139 ships, manned by 21,928,
or something very like half our effective
navy for that year. With France, the
reverse of this is the case; her trade is
not a quarter the amount of that of this
country ; and with the exception of
Algeria, which, so to speak, lies at her
door, and her settlements on the South
American coast, she is destitute of colo-
nies. This would enable her to concen-
trate what forces she possesses, whilst
ours must necessarily be dispersed : a
fact which is alone sufficient to convert
a numerical equality in the fleets of the
two countries into a practical inferiority
on the part of this country. But in the
early part of last year such an allowance
need not have been made, as in the
larger and more important ships France
not only enjoyed a practical but even a
numerical superiority — both nations
having 29 first-rate screw line-of-battle
ships, while the French frigates were 34
to our 26. It is true that this alarming
disparity has been somewhat diminished
by the efforts of the late and present
Governments, so that the following lists
of the relative strength of both powers
present a more reassuring aspect.
LIST OF ENTIRE STEAM NAVY,
Including Ships fit for conversion, up to
Feb. 13, 1860.
48 Line-of-battle-ships afloat, and 11 building.
12 Sailing line-of-battle ships fit for conver-
sion.
34 Frigates afloat, and 9 building.
6 Sailing frigates fit for conversion.
9 Steam block ships.
4 Iron-cased ships building.
16 Corvettes afloat, and 5 building.
80 Sloops afloat, and 15 building.
27 Small vessels afloat.
169 Gunboats afloat, and 23 building.
8 Floating batteries.
61 Transports.
FHANOE.
32 Ships-of-the-line afloat, and 5 building.
34 Frigates afloat, and 13 building.
6 Iron-cased ships building.
17 Corvettes afloat, and 2 building.
39 Gunboats afloat, and 29 building.
5 Floating batteries afloat, and 4 build'.ng.
31 Transports.
86 Avesus.
This is better, but terribly bad. If
both nations had finished their frigates
we should again be inferior, and in the
very arm calculated to harass our com-
merce, especially our gold ships. We
look, however, for better things ; Go-
vernment proposes in addition 8 line-of-
battle ships, 12 frigates, 4 iron-cased
ships, and 4 corvettes. When this ad-
dition is made (supposing France sud-
denly to leave off ship-building) we shall
be again superior, though not com-
fortably so. Let us now turn from ships
to men.
The prospect here is far from satisfac-
tory, though, like most things in these
days, mending. Previous to the year
1853, men were only hired nominally
for eight years, but generally paid off in
four, or thereabouts. The fruits of this
system were seen in the difficulty we
had in manning the Baltic fleet, and in
the quality of the men we got together
with such infinite trouble. According
to Sir Charles Napier, they were by no
means first-rate. Now, however, the
Duke of Somerset tells us that he can
afford to pick and choose, and that he
takes none but able or ordinary seamen.
Let. us, however, see what we require,
and what we have got. According to
the latest returns of the number of
men that would be required to provide
established or estimated complements
for the whole of our steam vessels afloat,
building, or converting, it seems that
for the 59 steamships of the line, 50,620
men would be required ; for the 43
frigates, 20,055 ; for block ships, 5,535;
for iron-cased ships, 1,900; for 21 cor-
vettes, 5,690; for 95 sloops, 13,545;
for 27 smaller batteries, 1,987 ; for 192
gunboats, 8,086 ; for 8 floating-batteries,
1,680; for 61 transports,- tenders, &c.,
2,804 ; and for 4 mortar-vessels, 840.
In all, the total number of men would
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be 112,742, or 95,813 officers and sea-
men, and 16,927 marines. The number
voted in the present year for the navy
is 85,500 men and boys ; and this in-
cludes 18,000 marines and 6,862 coast-
guards, which latter force is generally
reckoned as forming part of the re-
serves. These figures show a deficiency
of 27,242, which would have to be made
good before all our ships built, or in
process of construction, could be made
actually available. We have already, in
the course of our observations on the
French Navy, pointed out that a body
of 92,000 men now in the employ of
Government could be made use of for
manning their fleet. It is true that
these numbers comprise artizans work-
ing in the dockyards, which are not in-
cluded in our own 85,500 men ; but
allowing for the deduction of these
latter, consisting of somewhere about
3,500 men, the result would still show
a balance in favour of the French Navy
of something like 2,000 fighting men.
Were the reserve forces of both nations
in an equal state of efficiency, this dis-
parity would be of comparatively small
importance. But this is not the case :
the inscription maritime before de-
scribed maintains a reserve of at least
102,000 men, now employed in the
merchant service. Upon the most mo-
derate computation, a third of these may
be looked upon as immediately available
should an emergency occur. Our own
reserves, on the other hand, fall far
short of such a number. Exclusive of
the coast-guardsmen, which form part
of the 85,500 men, they are only 7,988,
or little more than one-tenth of the
number recommended by the Commis-
sioners. If the men are really pressing
to be regularly employed in the navy in
the manner described by the Duke of
Somerset, it seems hard to understand
why — considering that the terms were at
first said only to be too liberal, and that
there has been sufficient time to allow of
the men understanding that it is a bond
fide offer that is made — there should be
such difficulty in obtaining men. Mis-
management there must be somewhere ;
but at whose door ought it to be laid ?
An answer to this question may perhaps
be found in the Duke of Somerset's
speech on the 2d of last May, when he
stated that one of the reasons for the
little progress made in the enlistment of
men for the Eoyal Naval Reserve was
the fact that Government did not begin
to pay the men till last April ; adding,
by way of making his reason conclusive,
that it was well known that seamen
were not likely to come forward till pay
began. Now the Report of the Com-
missioners was presented to both Houses
on the 9th of February of the preceding
year, and it does not argue any extra-
ordinary zeal or alacrity on the part of
the authorities, considering the matter
was so important and pressing, to allow
a whole year to elapse before any attempt
was made to carry out the suggestions
it contained. It is idle to talk of the
difficulty of raising money for such a
purpose, when we are spending millions
in building ships, which without men to
man them must be useless. Nor are we
able to understand the Duke's arguments
against increasing the bounty paid to the
volunteers, or the objection to enrolling
an inferior class of men. With regard
to the first of these questions, his argu-
ment, when he urges that such an in-
crease would prevent men from regu-
larly joining the navy, by making the
Royal Volunteer Corps too popular,
would be a perfectly legitimate one, if
the recruiting for that body was to be
indefinite ; but as the number is limited,
its competition with the regular navy
could only be temporary, and the effect
of the increase of bounty, supposing it
to have any, would simply be that the
Reserve Corps would be filled up first,
and might consist of better men. As
for the objection that first-class men
would refuse to join the reserve if in-
ferior men are allowed to do so, we
cannot help being sanguine enough to
believe that any such reluctance might
be overcome by the very simple process
of dividing the corps into two divisions,
distinguished, if thought advisable, by
pay and dress; the first of which should
alone be open to the best men, while
the latter should embrace the inferior
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class. Thus, without any sacrifice of
efficiency, numbers might be obtained.
But, while we thus boldly examine into
our difficulties, it is satisfactory to re-
flect that they proceed solely from in-
ability to utilize our resources, not from
any paucity in the resources themselves.
The mercantile marine is that alone
which will sustain a lasting maritime
supremacy. The tonnage of the English
merchant service is four times that of
France, and the number of men engaged
in it is more than double that of France.
If, with such advantages, we are unable
to man our fleets as speedily and effec-
tually as France can man hers, some-
thing may without injustice be laid at
the door of official blundering. Second
only to the difficulty of getting a suffi-
cient number of men to man our ships,
is that of getting rid of a sufficient
number of the officers who compete for
the command of them. Two distinct
schemes for effecting this object are
now before the public, — that of the late
First Lord of the Admiralty, and that
of the present Secretary to the Admi-
ralty. On the nature of the evil both
these gentlemen are agreed. The only
question between them is, whether it
can be dealt with by means of a per-
manent and comprehensive scheme, or
whether the remedy must be applied
from time to time as the exigencies
of the case may require. The varia-
tion in the number of officers, accord-
ing as the navy is on a war or
peace footing, constitutes, according to
Lord C. Paget, an insuperable objec-
tion to dealing with the question sys-
tematically. A system of retirement
which would only promote a wholesome
emulation when the lower ranks of the
service are full, would, when they have
ceased to be so, be imposing a heavy
burden on the country without conferring
corresponding advantages. The force of
such an argument depends materially
upon the probable duration of the present
state of things. If it can be proved to
be permanent, Lord C. Paget's argument
falls to the ground ; as the slowness of
promotion would be a crying evil with
the navy 011 a peace footing.
In the course of the foregoing obser-
vations we have already pointed out
what must regulate the amount of our
naval forces. Is there any chance, and
if any, what, of the French armaments
being reduced 1 To this query we must
reply in the negative. Fostered by three
successive governments, resulting from
three successive constitutions, there is
nothing in these eflbrts that can make
us hope that they are of a transient
nature. Our navy may therefore now be
considered in its normal condition, and
we submit that it is on that assumption
that any scheme for regulating promotion
in it should be based. But its want of
system is not the only objection that
forbids the adoption of Lord C. Paget's
plan. The fact that it deals in a dif-
ferent way with different orders of
officers, is alone sufficient to condemn it.
Why should septuagenarian admirals be
allowed to impede the promotion of
captains any more than sexagenarian
captains are allowed to impede that of
lieutenants 1 With all deference to
Lord C. Paget, we are not quite sure
that this, which to ordinary individuals
appears to be a slight flaw in his plan,
was not in fact the reason for its adop-
tion ; and, without imputing to him guilt
of the deepest dye, we cannot help sus-
pecting that the thought of having to
encounter the expostulations and re-
monstrances of his sorrowing brother
admirals has been slightly too much for
his official virtue. Even we, to some
extent, must sympathise with the weak-
ness, if such it can be called, and it
would give us real pain to feel that any
mortification had been reflected on a
class of men who have deserved so well
of their country. But the public interest
is paramount even to such a considera-
tion as this, and we are bound to say
that preference should be given to any
plan which, while meting out the same
measure to every rank in the service,
promises to deal with the question sys-
tematically. In conclusion, although,
as we have before told our readers, there
is everything in the vast extent of our
resources to inspire a legitimate confi-
dence, there is nothing that authorizes
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apathy and carelessness. It is our posi-
tion, if hostilities suddenly broke out, to
which we must look, and it is no use to
disguise from ourselves the fact that in
such an emergency the means of man-
ning our ships would not be equal to
that of our antagonist.
TOM BKOWN AT OXFOKD.
BY THE AUTHOR OF "TOM BROWN' S SCHOOL-DATS.'
CHAPTEE XXIV.
THE SCHOOLS.
THERE is no more characteristic spot
in Oxford than the quadrangle of the
schools. Doubtless in the times when
the University held and exercised the
privileges of infang-thief and outfang-
thief, and other such old-world rights,
there must have been a place some-
where within the liberties devoted to
examinations even more exciting than
the great-go. But since alma mater has
ceased to take cognizance of " treasons,
insurrections, felonies, and mayhem " it _
is here in that fateful and inexorable
quadrangle, and the buildings which sur-
round it, that she exercises her most
potent spells over the spirits of her
children. I suppose that a man being
tried for his life must be more uncom-
fortable than an undergraduate being
examined for his degree, and that to
be hung — perhaps even to be pilloried
— must be worse than to be plucked.
But after all, the feelings in both cases
must be essentially the same, only more
intense in the former ; and an institu-
tion which can examine a man (in literis
humanioribus, in humanities so called)
once a year for two or three days at a
time, has nothing to complain of, though
it has no longer the power of hanging
him at once out of hand.
The schools' quadrangle" is for the
most part a lonely place. Men pass
through the melancholy iron-gates by
which that quadrangle is entered on
three sides — from Broad Street, from
the Eatcliffe, and from New College
Lane — when necessity leads them that
way, with alert step and silently. No
nursemaids or children play about it.
Nobody lives in it. Only when the
examinations are going on you may see
a few hooded figures who walk as
though conscious of the powers of aca-
demic life and death which they wield,
and a good deal of shuddering under-
graduate life flitting about the place —
luckless youths, in white ties and bands,
who are undergoing the peine forte et
dure with different degrees of compo-
sure ; and their friends who are there
to look after them. You may go in and
watch the torture yourself if you are so
minded, for the vivd wee schools are
open to the public. But one such ex-
periment will be enough for you, unless
you are very hard-hearted. The sight
of the long table, behind which sit
Minos, Bhadamanthus, and Co. full-
robed, stern of face, soft of speech,
seizing their victim in turn, now letting
him run a little way as a cat does a
mouse, then drawing him back, with
claw of wily question, probing him on
this side and that, turning him inside
out — the row of victims opposite, pale
or flushed, of anxious or careless mien,
according to temperament, but one and
all on the rack as they bend over the
alloted paper, or read from the well-
thumbed book — the scarcely -less-to-be-
pitied row behind, of future victims,
" sitting for the schools " as it is called,
ruthlessly brought hither by statutes, to
watch the sufferings they must here-
after undergo — should fill the friend of
suffering humanity with thoughts too
deep for tears. Through the long day
till four o'clock, or later, the torture
lasts. Then the last victim is dismissed ;
the men who are "sitting for the schools"
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fly all ways to their colleges, silently, in
search of relief to their over-wrought
feelings — probably also of beer, the
undergraduate's universal specific. The
beadles close those ruthless doors for a
mysterious half-hour on the examiners.
Outside in the quadrangle collect by
twos and threes the friends of the vic-
tims waiting for the re-opening of the
door and the distribution of the " testa-
murs." The testamurs, lady readers will
be pleased to understand, are certificates
under the hands of the examiners that
your sons, brothers, husbands perhaps,
have successfully undergone the torture.
But, if husbands, oh, go not yourselves,
and send not your sons to wait for the
testamur of the head of your house ; for
Oxford has seldom seen a sight over
which she would more willingly draw
the veil with averted face than that of
the youth rushing wildly, dissolved in
tears, from the schools' quadrangle, and
shouting, " Mamma ! papa's plucked j
papa's plucked ! "
On the occasion at which we have
now arrived, the pass-schools are over
already ; the paper- work of the candidates
for honours has been going on for the
last week. Every morning our three
St. Ambrose acquaintance have mustered
with the rest for the anxious day's
work, after such breakfasts as they
have been able to eat under the circum-
stances. They take their work in very
different ways. Grey rushes nervously
back to his rooms whenever he is out of
the schools for ten minutes, to look up
dates and dodges. He worries himself
sadly over every blunder which he dis-
covers himself to have made, and sits
up nearly all night cramming, always
hoping for a better to-morrow. Blake
keeps up his affected carelessness to the
last, quizzing the examiners, laughing
over the shots he has been making in
the last paper. His shots, it must be
said, turn out well for the most part ;
in the taste paper particularly, as they
compare notes, he seems to have almost
struck the bull's-eye in his answers to
one or two questions which Hardy and
Grey have passed over altogether. When
he is wide of the mark he passes it off
with some jesting remark "that a fool
can ask in five minutes more questions
than a wise man can answer in a week,"
or wish " that the examiners would play
fair, and change sides of the table for
an hour with the candidates, for a
finish." But he, too, though he does it
on the sly, is cramming with his coach
at every available spare moment. Hardy
had finished his reading a full thirty-six
hours before the first day of paper-work,
and had braced himself for the actual
struggle by two good nights' rest and a
long day on the river with Tom. He
had worked hard from the first, and so
had really mastered his books. Arid
now, feeling that he has fairly and
honestly done his best, and that if he
fails it will be either from bad luck or
natural incapacity, and not from his
own fault, he manages to keep a cooler
head than any of his companions in
trouble.
The week's paper-work passes off un-
eventfully : then comes the vivd voce
work for the candidates for honours.
They go in, in alphabetical order, four
a day, for one more day's work, the
hardest of all, and then there is nothing
more to do but wait patiently for the
class list. On these days there is a
good attendance in the inclosed space
to which the public are admitted. The
front seats are often occupied by the
private tutors of the candidates, who
are there, like Newmarket trainers, to
see the performances of their stables,
marking how each colt bears pressing
and comports himself when the pinch
comes. They watch the examiners too,
carefully, to see what line they take,
whether science, or history, or scholar-
ship is likely to tell most, that they
may handle the rest of their starters ac-
cordingly. Behind them, for the most
part, on the hindermost benches of the
flight of raised steps, anxious younger
brothers and friends sit, for a few
minutes at a time, flitting in and out in
nmch unrest, and making the objects of
their solicitude more nervous than ever
by their sympathy.
It is now the afternoon of the second
day of the vivd voct examinations in
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honours. Blake is one of the men in.
His tutor, Hardy, Grey, Tom, and other
St. Ambrose men, have all been in the
schools more or less during his exa-
mination, and now Hardy and Tom are
waiting outside the doors for the issuing
of the testamurs.
The group is small enough. It is so
much of course that a class-man should
get his testamur that there is no excite-
ment about it • generally the man him-
self stops to receive it.
The only anxious faces in the group
are Tom's and Hardy's. They have not
exchanged a word for the last few
minutes in their short walk before the
door. Now the examiners come out
and walk away towards their colleges,
and the next minute the door again
opens and the clerk of the schools
appears with the slips of paper in his
hand.
"Now you'll see if I'm not right,"
said Hardy, as they gathered to the door
with the rest. " I tell you there isn't
the least chance for him."
The clerk read out the names inscribed
on the testamurs which he held, and
handed them to the owners.
"Haven't you one for Mr. Blake of
St. Ambrose 1 " said Tom, desperately, as
the clerk was closing the door.
" No, sir ; none but those I have just
given out," answered the clerk shaking
his head. The door closed, and they
turned away in silence for the first
minute.
" I told you how it would be," said
Hardy, as they passed out of the south
gate into the Ratclifie Quadrangle.
" But he seemed to be doing so well
when I was in.'"
" You were not there at the time. I
thought at first they would have sent
him out of the schools at once."
" In his divinity, wasn't it ?"
" Yes ; he was asked to repeat one of
the Articles, and didn't know three
words of it. From that moment I saw it
was all over. The examiner and he both
lost their tempers, and it went from bad
to worse, till the examiner remarked
that he could have answered one of the
questions he was asking when he was
ten years old, and Blake replied, So
could he. They gave him a paper in
divinity afterwards, but you could see
there was no chance for him."
" Poor fellow ! what will he do, do you
think 1 How will he take it V
" I can't tell. But I'm afraid it will
be a very serious matter for him. He
was the ablest man in our year too.
What a pity!"
They got into St. Ambrose just as the
bell for afternoon chapel was going
down, and went in. Blake was there,
and one look showed him what had
happened. In fact he had expected
nothing else all day since his break-
down in the Articles. Tom couldn't
help watching him during chapel, and
afterwards, on that evening, acknow-
ledged to a friend that whatever else
you might think of Blake, there was no
doubt about his gameness.
After chapel he loitered outside the
door in the quadrangle, talking just as
usual, and before Hall he loitered on
the steps in well-feigned carelessness.
Everybody else was thinking of his
breakdown ; some with real sorrow and
sympathy ; others as of any other nine-
days' wonder — pretty much as if the
favourite for the Derby had broken
down ; others with ill-concealed triumph,
for Blake had many enemies amongst
the men. He himself was conscious
enough of what they were thinking of,
but maintained his easy gay manner
through it all, though the effort it cost
him was tremendous. The only allusion
he made to what had happened which
Tom heard was when he asked him to
wine.
" Are you engaged to-night, Brown?"
he said. Tom answered in the negative.
" Come to me, then," he went on.
" You won't get another chance in St.
Ambrose. • I have a few bottles of old
wine left ; we may as well floor them :
they won't bear moving to a Hall with
their master."
And then he turned to some other
men and asked them, everyone in fact
whom he came across, especially the
dominant fast set with whom he had
chiefly lived. These young gentlemen
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(of whom we had a glimpse at the out-
set, but whose company we have care-
fully avoided ever since, seeing that their
sayings and doings were of a kind of
which the less said the better) had been
steadily going on in their way, getting
more and more idle, reckless, and inso-
lent. Their doings had been already so
scandalous on several occasions as to
call for solemn meetings of the college
authorities ; but, no vigorous measures
having followed, such deliberations had
only made matters worse, and given the
men a notion that they could do what
they pleased with impunity. This night
the climax had come ; it was as though
the flood of misrule had at last
broken banks and overflowed the whole
college.
For two hours the wine party in
Blake's large ground-floor rooms was
kept up with a wild reckless mirth, in
keeping with the host's temper. Blake
was on his mettle. He had asked every
man with whom he had a speaking ac-
quaintance, as if he wished to face out
his disaster at once to the whole world.
Many of the men came feeling uncom-
fortable, and would sooner have stayed
away and treated the pluck as a real
misfortune. But after all Blake was
the best judge of how he liked it to be
treated, and, if he had a fancy for giving
a great wine on the occasion, the civilest
thing to do was to go to it. And so
they went, and wondered as much as he
could desire at the brilliant coolness of
their host, speculating and doubting
nevertheless in their own secret hearts
whether it wasn't acting after all. Act-
ing it was, no doubt, and not worth the
doing; no acting is. But one must
make allowances. No two men take a
thing just alike, and very few can sit
down quietly when they have lost a fall
in life's wrestle, and say, " "Well, here I
am, beaten no doubt this time. By my
own fault too. Now, take a good look
at me, my good friends, as I know you
all want to do, and say your say out, for
I mean getting up again directly and
having another turn at it."
Blake drank freely himself, and urged
his guests to drink, which was a super-
fluous courtesy for the most part. Many
of the men left his rooms considerably
excited. They had dispersed for an
hour or so to billiards, or a stroll in the
town, and at ten o'clock reassembled at
supper parties, of which there were seve-
ral in college this evening, especially
a monster one at Chanter's rooms —
a ; " champagne supper," as he had
carefully and ostentatiously announced
on the cards of invitation. This
flaunting the champagne in their faces
had been resented by Drysdale and
others, who drank his champagne
in tumblers, and then abused it and
clamoured for beer in the middle of the
supper. Chanter, whose prodigality in
some ways was only exceeded by his
general meanness, had lost his temper
at this demand, and insisted that, if
they wanted beer, they might send for
it themselves, for he wouldn't pay for it.
This protest was treated with uproarious
contempt, and gallons of ale soon made
their appearance in college jugs 'and
tankards. The tables were cleared, and
songs (most of them of more than doubt-
ful character), cigars, and all sorts of
compounded drinks, from claret cup to
egg flip, succeeded. The company, re-
cruited constantly as men came into col-
lege, was getting more and more excited
every minute. The scouts cleared away
and carried off all relics of the supper,
and then left ; still the revel went on,
till, by midnight, the men were ripe for
any mischief or folly which those among
them who retained any brains at all
could suggest. The signal for breaking
up was given by the host's, falling from
his seat. Some of the men rose with a
shout to put him to bed, which they ac-
complished with difficulty, after drop-
ping him several times, and left him to
snore off the effects of his debauch with
one of his boots on. Others took to
doing what mischief occurred to them
in his rooms. One man, mounted on a
chair with a cigar in his mouth which
had gone out, was employed in pouring
the contents of a champagne bottle with
unsteady hand into the clock on the
mantel-piece. Chanter was a particular
man in this sort of furniture, and his
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clock was rather a specialty. It was a
large bronze figure of Atlas, supporting
the globe in the shape of a time-piece.
Unluckily the maker, not anticipating
the sort of test to which his work would
be subjected, had ingeniously left the
hole for winding up in the top of the
clock, so that unusual facilities existed
for drowning the world-carrier, and he
was already almost at his last tick. One
or two men were morally aiding and
abetting, and physically supporting the
experimenter on clocks, who found it
difficult to stand to his work by himself.
Another knot of young gentlemen stuck
to the tables, and so continued to shout
out scraps of song, sometimes standing
on their chairs, and sometimes tumbling
off them. Another set were employed
on the amiable work of pouring beer
and sugar into three new pairs of
polished leather dress boots, with
coloured tops to them, which they dis-
covered in the dressing-room. Certainly,
as they remarked, Chanter could have
no possible use for so many dress boots
at once, and it was a pity the beer should
be wasted ; but on the whole, perhaps,
the materials were never meant for com-
bination, and had better have been kept
apart. Others had gone away to break
into the kitchen, headed by one who
had just come into college and vowed
he would have some supper ; and others,
to screw up an unpopular tutor, or to
break into the rooms of some inoffensive
freshman. The remainder mustered on
the grass in the quadrangle, and began
playing leap-frog and larking one another.
Amongst these last was our hero, who
had been at Blake's wine and one of
the quieter supper parties; and, though
not so far gone as most of his com-
panions, was by no means in a state in
which he would have cared to meet the
Dean. He lent his hearty aid accord-
ingly to swell the noise and tumult,
which was becoming something out of
the way even for St. Ambrose's. As the
leap-frog was flagging, Drysdale suddenly
appeared carrying some silver plates
which were used on solemn occasions in
the common room*, and allowed to be
issued on special application for gentle-
men commoners' parties. A rush was
made towards him.
" Halloa, here's Drysdale with lots of
swag," shouted one. " What are you
going to do with it?" cried another.
Drysdale paused a moment with the
peculiarly sapient look of a tipsy man who
has suddenly lost the thread of his ideas,
and then suddenly broke out with —
"Hang it; I forget. But let's play
at quoits with them."
The proposal was received with ap-
plause, and the game began, but Drys-
dale soon left it. He had evidently
some notion in his head which would
not suffer him to turn to anything else
till he had carried it out. He went off
accordingly to Chanter's rooms, while
the quoits went on in the front quad-
rangle.
About this time, however, the Dean
and bursar, and the tutors who lived in
college, began to be conscious that some-
thing unusual was going on. They were
quite used to distant choruses, and great
noises in the men's rooms, and to a fair
amount of shouting and skylarking in
the quadrangle, and were long-suffering
men not given to interfering ; but there
must be an end to all endurance, and
the state of things which had arrived
could no longer be met by a turn in
bed and a growl at the uproars and
follies of undergraduates.
Presently some of the rioters on the
grass caught sight of a figure gliding
along the side of the quadrangle towards
the Dean's staircase. A shout arose
that the enemy was up, but little heed
was paid to it by the greater number.
Then another figure passed from the
Dean's staircase to the porter's lodge.
Those of the men who had any sense
left saw that it was time to quit, and,
after warning the rest, went off towards
their rooms. Tom on his way to his
staircase caught sight of a figure seated,
in a remote corner of the inner quad-
rangle, and made for it, impelled by
natural curiosity. He found Drysdale
seated on the ground with several silver
tankards by his side, employed to the
best of his powers in digging a hole
with one of the college carving-knives.
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" Holloa, Drysdale ! what are you up
to ?" he shouted, laying his hand on
his shoulder.
"Providing for poshterity," replied
Drysdale gravely, without looking
up.
" What the deuce do you mean 1
Don't be such an ass. The Dean, will
be out in a minute. Get up and come
along."
"I tell you, old fellow," said Drys-
dale, somewhat inarticulately, and driv-
ing his knife into the ground again, " the
dons are going to spout the college
plate. So I am burying these articles
for poshterity — "
" Hang posterity," said Tom ; " come
along directly, or you'll be caught and
rusticated."
" Go to bed, Brown — you're drunk,
Brown," replied Drysdale, continuing his
work, and striking the carving-knife
into the ground so close to his own
thigh that it made Tom shudder.
" Here they are then," he cried the
next moment, seizing Drysdale by the
arm, as a rush of men came through the
passage into the back quadrangle, shout-
ing and tumbling along, and making in
small groups for the different staircases.
The Dean and two of the tutors followed,
and the porter bearing a lantern. There
was no time to be lost ; so Tom, after
one more struggle to pull Drysdale up
and hurry him off, gave it up, and leav-
ing him to his fate, ran across to his
own staircase.
For the next half-hour the Dean and
his party patrolled the college, and suc-
ceeded at last in restoring order, though
not without some undignified and dis-
agreeable passages. The lights on the
staircases, which generally burnt all
night, were of course put out as they
approached. On the first staircase
which they stormed, the porter's lantern
was knocked out of his hand by an un-
seen adversary, and the light put out on
the bottom stairs. On the first landing
the bursar trod on a small terrier be-
longing to a fast freshman, and the dog
naturally thereupon bit the bursar's leg ;
while his master and other enfants per-
dues, taking advantage of the diversion,
rushed down the dark stairs, past the
party of order, and into the quadrangle,
where they scattered amidst a shout of
laughter. While the porter was gone
for a light, the Dean and his party
rashly ventured on a second ascent.
Here an unexpected catastrophe awaited
them. On the top landing lived one of
the steadiest men in college, whose door
had been tried shortly before. He had
been roused out of his first sleep, and,
vowing vengeance on the next comers,
stood behind his oak, holding his brown
George, or huge earthenware receptacle,
half full of dirty water, in which his
bed-maker had been washing up his tea-
things. Hearing stealthy steps and
whisperings on the stairs below, he
suddenly threw open his oak, dis-
charging the whole contents of his
brown George on the approaching au-
thorities, with a shout of, "Take that
for your skulking."
The exasperated Dean and tutors
rushing on, seized on their astonished
and innocent assailant, and after re-
ceiving explanations, and the offer of
clean towels, hurried off again after the
real enemy. And now the porter ap-
peared again with a light, and, con-
tinuing their rounds, they apprehended
and disarmed Drysdale, collected the
college plate, marked down others of
the rioters, visited Chanter's rooms,
held a parley with the one of their
number who was screwed up in his
rooms, and discovered that the bars had
been wrenched out of the kitchen win-
dow. After which they retired to sleep
on their indignation, and quietly settled
down again on the ancient and vener-
able college.
The next morning at chapel many of
the revellers met; in fact, there was a
fuller attendance than usual, for every-
one felt that something serious must be
impending. After such a night the
dons must make a stand, or give up
altogether. The most reckless only of
the fast set were absent. St. Cloud
was there, dressed even more precisely
than usual, and looking as if he were in
the habit of going to bed at ten, and
had never heard of milk punch. Tom
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turned out not much the worse himself,
but in his heart feeling not a little
ashamed of the whole business ; of the
party, the men ; but, above all, of him-
self He thrust the shame back, how-
ever, as well as he could, and put a cool
face on it Probably most of the men
were in much the same state of mind.
Even in St. Ambrose's, reckless and
vicious as the college had become, by
far the greater part of the undergra-
duates would gladly have seen a change
in the direction of order and decency,
and were sick of the wretched licence
of doing right in their own eyes, and
wrong in everyone's else.
As the men trooped out of chapel,
they formed in corners of the quadran-
gle, except the reading set, who went
off quietly to their rooms. There was
a pause of a minute or two. Neither
principal, dean, tutor, nor fellow, followed
as on ordinary occasions. "They're
hatching something in the outer cha-
pel," said one.
" It'll be a coarse time for Chanter, I
take it," said another.
"Was your name sent to the buttery
for his supper?"
" No, I took d — d good care of that,"
said St. Cloud, who was addressed.
"Drysdale was caught, wasn't he?"
" So I hear, and nearly frightened the
Dean and the Porter out of their wits
by staggering after them with a carving-
knife."
" He'll be sacked, of course."
" Much he'll care for that."
"Here they come, then; by Jove,
how black they look!"
The authorities now came out of the
antechapel door, and walked slowly
across towards the Principal's house in
a body. At this moment, as ill-luck
would have it, Jack trotted into the
front quadrangle, dragging after him the
light steel chain with which he was
usually fastened up in Drysdale's scout's
room at night. He came innocently
towards one and another of the groups,
and retired from each much astonished
at the low growl with which his
acquaintance was repudiated on all
sides.
"Porter, whose dog is that?" said
the Dean, catching sight of him.
" Mr. Drysdale's dog, sir, I think, sir,"
answered the Porter.
" Probably the animal who bit me
last night," said the bursar. His know-
ledge of dogs was small ; if Jack had
fastened on him he would probably have
been in bed from the effects.
"Turn the dog out of college," said
the Dean.
" Please, sir, he's a very savage dog,
sir," said the Porter, whose respect for
Jack was unbounded.
" Turn him out immediately," replied
the Dean.
.The wretched Porter, arming himself
with a broom, approached Jack, and
after some coaxing managed to catch
hold of the end of his chain, and began
to lead nim towards the gates, carefully
holding out the broom towards Jack's
nose with his other hand, to protect
himself. Jack at first hauled away at
his chain, and then began circling round
the Porter at the full extent of it, evi-
dently meditating an attack. Notwith-
standing the seriousness of the situation
the ludicrous alarm of the Porter set the
men laughing.
" Come along, or Jack will be pinning
the wretched Copas," said Jervis, and
he and Tom. stepped up to the terrified
little man, and, releasing him, led Jack,
who knew them both well, out of
college.
"Were you at that supper party,"
said Jervis, as they deposited Jack with
an ostler, who was lounging outside the
gates, to be taken to Drysdale's stables.
" No," said Tom.
" I'm glad to hear it, there will be a
pretty clean sweep after last night's
doings."
" But I was in the quadrangle when
they came out."
"Not caught, eh?" said Jervis.
" No, luckily I got to my own rooms
at once."
"Were any of the crew caught?"
"Not that I know of."
"Well, we shall hear enough of it
before lecture-time."
Jervis was right. There was a meet-
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ing in the common room directly after
breakfast. Drysdale, anticipating his
fate, took his name off before they sent
for him. Chanter and three or four
others were rusticated for a year, and
Blake was ordered to go down at once.
He was a scholar, and what was to be
clone in his case would be settled at the
meeting at the end of term.
For twenty-four hours it was sup-
posed that St. Cloud had escaped al-
together, but at the end of that time he
was summoned before a meeting in the
common room. The tutor, whose door
had been so effectually screwed up that
he had been obliged to get out of his
window by a ladder to attend morning
chapel, proved wholly unable to appre-
ciate the joke, and set himself to work
to discover the perpetrators of it. The
door was fastened with long gimlets,
which were screwed firmly in, and when
driven well home their heads had been
knocked off: The tutor collected the
shafts of the gimlets from the carpenter,
who came to effect an entry for him ;
and after careful examination, discovered
the trade mark. So, putting them in
his pocket, he walked off into the town,
and soon came back with the informa-
tion he required, which resulted in the
rustication of St. Cloud, an event which
was borne by the college with the
greatest equanimity.
Shortly afterwards Tom attended in
the schools' quadrangle again, to be pre-
sent at the posting of the class list.
This time there were plenty of anxious
faces ; the quadrangle was full of them.
He felt almost as nervous himself as if
he were waiting for the third gun. He
thrust himself forward, and was amongst
the first who caught sight of the docu-
ment. One look was enough for him,
and the next moment he was off at full
speed to St. Ambrose, and, rushing head-
long into Hardy's rooms, seized him by
the hand, and shook it vehemently.
"It's all right, old fellow," he cried,
as soon as he could catch his breath ;
" it's all right. Four firsts ; you're one
of them : well done ! "
" And Grey, where' s he ; is he all
right?"
No. 10. — VOL. ii.
" Bless 4me, I forgot to look," said
Tom, " I only read the firsts, and then
came off as hard as I could."
" Then he is not a first."
"No; I'm sure of that."
" I must go and see him j he deserved
it far more than I."
"No, by Jove, old boy," said Tom,
seizing him again by the hand, " that he
didn't ; nor any man that ever went into
the schools."
"Thank you, Brown," said Hardy,
returning his warm grip. "You do
one good. Now to see poor Grey, and
to write to my dear old father before
Hall. Fancy him opening the letter at
breakfast the day after to-morrow ! I
only hope it won't hurt him."
"Never fear. I don't believe in
people dying of joy, and anything short
of sudden death he won't mind at the
price."
Hardy hurried off, and Tom went to
his own rooms, and smoked a cigar to
allay his excitement, and thought about
his friend and all they had felt together
and laughed and mourned over in the
short months of their friendship. A
pleasant dreamy half-hour he spent
thus, till the hall bell roused him, and
he made his toilette and went to his
dinner.
It was with very mixed feelings that
Hardy walked by the servitors' table and
took his seat with the bachelors, an
equal at last amongst equals. No man
who is worth his salt can leave a place
where he has gone through hard and
searching discipline and been tried in
the very depths of his heart without
regret, however much he may have
winced under the discipline. It is no
light thing to fold up and lay by for
ever a portion of one's life, even when it
can be laid by with honour and in
thankfulness.
But it was with no mixed feelings,
but with a sense of entire triumph and
joy, that Tom watched his friend taking
his new place, and the Dons one after
another coming up and congratulating
him, and treating him as the man who
had done honour to them and his
college.
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CHAPTER XXV.,
COMMEMORATION.
THE end of the academic year was
now at hand, and Oxford was beginning
to put on her gayest clothing. The
college gardeners were in a state of
unusual activity, and the lawns and
flower-beds, which form such exquisite
settings to many of the venerable grey-
gabled buildings, were as neat and as
bright as hands could make them.
Cooks, butlers, and their assistants, were
bestirring themselves in kitchen and
butlery, under the direction of bursars
jealous of the fame of their houses, in
the preparation of the abundant and
solid fare with which Oxford is wont to
entertain all comers. Everything the
best of its kind, no stint but no non-
sense, seems to be the wise rule which
the University hands down and lives up
to in these matters. However we may
differ as to her degeneracy in other
departments, all who have ever visited
her will admit that in this of hospitality
she is still a great national teacher,
acknowledging and preaching by ex-
ample the fact, that eating and drinking
are important parts of man's life, which
are to be allowed their due prominence,
and not thrust into a corner, but are to
be done soberly and thankfully, in the
sight of God and man. The coaches
were bringing in heavy loads of visitors ;
carriages of all kinds were coming in
from the neighbouring counties ; and
lodgings in the High-street were going
up to fabulous prices.
In one of these High-street lodgings, on
the evening of the Saturday before Com-
memoration, Miss Winter and her cousin
are sitting. They have been in Oxford
during the greater part of the day, hav-
ing posted up from Englebourn, but
they have only just come in, for the
younger lady is still in her bonnet, and
Miss Winter's lies on the table. The
windows are wide open, and Miss Winter
is sitting at one of them, while her
cousin is busied in examining the furni-
ture and decorations of their temporary
home, now commenting upon these, now
pouring out praises of Oxford.
" Isn't it too charming ? I never
dreamt that any town could be so beau-
tiful. Don't you feel wild about it,
Katie?"
" It is the queen of towns, dear. But
I know it well, you see, so that I can't
be quite so enthusiastic as you."
" Oh, those dear gardens ! what was
the name of those ones with the targets
up, where they were shooting? Don't
you remember 1 "
"New College Gardens, on the old
city wall, you mean ? "
. " No, no. They were very nice and
sentimental. I should like to go and
sit and read poetry there. But I mean
the big ones, the gorgeous, princely ones ;
with wicked old Bishop Laud's gallery
looking into them."
" Oh ! St. John's, of course."
" Yes, St. John's. Why do you hate
Laud so, Katie 1 "
" I don't hate him, dear. He was a
Berkshire man, you know. But I think
he did a great deal of harm to the
Church."
"How did you think my new silk
looked in the gardens ? How lucky I
brought it, wasn't it 1 I shouldn't have
liked to have been in nothing but mus-
lins.' They don't suit here ; you want
something richer amongst the old build-
ings, and on the beautiful velvety turf
of the gardens. How do you think I
looked?"
" You looked like a queen, dear ; or a
lady in waiting at least."
" Yes, a lady in waiting on Henrietta
Maria. Didn't you hear one of the
gentlemen say that she was lodged in
St. John's when Charles marched to re-
lieve Gloucester ? Ah ! can't you fancy
her sweeping about the gardens, with
her ladies following her, and Bishop
Laud walking just a little behind her,
and talking in a low voice about — let
me see — something very important ? "
" Oh Mary, where has your history
gone ? He was Archbishop, and was
safely locked up in the Tower."
" Well, perhaps he was ; then he
couldn't be with her of course. How
stupid of you to remember, Katie.
Why can't you make up your mind
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267
to enjoy yourself when you come out
for a holiday ? "
" I shouldn't enjoy myself any the
more for forgetting dates," said Katie,
laughing.
"Oh, you would though; only try.
But, let me see, it can't he Laud. Then
it shall be that cruel drinking old man,
with the wooden leg made of gold, who
was governor of Oxford when the king
was away. He must be hobbling along
after the queen in a buff coat and breast-
plate, holding his hat with a long droop-
ing white feather in his hand."
" But you wouldn't like it at all,
Mary, it would be too serious for you.
The poor queen would be too anxious
to gossip, and you ladies in waiting
would be obliged to walk after her
without saying a word.
"Yes, that would he stupid. But
then she would have to go away with
the old governor to write despatches ;
and some of the young officers with
long hair and beautiful lace sleeves, and
large boots, whom the king had left
behind, wounded, might come and walk
perhaps, or sit in the sun in the quiet
gardens."
Mary looked over her shoulder with
the merriest twinkle in her eye, to see
how her steady cousin would take this
last picture. " The college authorities
would never allow that," she said quietly,
still looking out of the window ; "if you
wanted beaus, you must have them in
black gowns."
" They would have been jealous of
the soldiers, you think 1 Well, I don't
mind ; the black gowns are very pleasant,
only a little stiff. But how do you think
my bonnet looked?"
" Charmingly. But when are you
going to have done looking in the glass ?
You don't care for the buildings, I
believe, a bit. Come and look at St.
Mary's ; there is such a lovely light on
the steeple !"
"I'll come directly, but I must get
these flowers right. I'm sure there are
too many in this trimming."
Mary was trying her new bonnet on
over and over again before the mantel-
glass, and pulling out and changing the
places of the blush-rose buds with
which it was trimmed. Just then a
noise of wheels, accompanied by a merry
tune on a cornopean, came in from the
street.
"What's that, Katie?" she cried,
stopping her work for a moment.
"A coach coming up from Magdalen
bridge. I think it is a cricketing party
coming home."
"Oh let me see," and she tripped
across to the window, bonnet in hand,,
and stood beside her cousin. And
then, sure enough, a coach covered with
cricketers returning from a match, drove
past the window. The young ladies
looked out at first with great curiosity ;
but, suddenly finding themselves the
mark for a whole coach-load of male
eyes, shrank back a little before the
cricketers had passed on towards the
" Mitre." As the coach passed out of
sight, Mary gave a pretty toss of her
head, and said, —
" Well, they don't want for assurance,
at any rate. I think they needn't have
stared so."
" It was our fault," said Katie ; " we
shouldn't have been at the window.
Besides, you know you are to be a lady
in waiting on Henrietta Maria up here,
and of course you must get used to
being stared at."
" Oh yes, but that was to be by
young gentlemen wounded in the wars,,
in lace ruffles, as one sees them in
pictures. That's a very different thing
from young gentlemen in flannel trousers
and straw hats, driving up the High
Street on coaches. I declare one of
them had the impudence to bow, as if
he knew you."
" So he does. That was my cousin."
" Your cousin ! Ah, I remember.
Then he must be my cousin too."
" No, not at alL He is no relation
of yours."
"Well, I sha'n't break my heart.
But is he a good partner ? "
"I should say, yes. But I hardly
know. We used to be a great deal
together as children, but papa has been
such an invalid lately."
" Ah, I wonder how uncle is getting
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on at the Yice-Cliancellor's. Look, it is
past eight by St. Mary's. "When were
we to go ? "
" We were asked for nine."
" Then we must go and dress. Will
it be very slow and stiff, Katie 1 I
wish we were going to something not
quite so grand."
" You'll find it very pleasant, I dare
say."
" There won't be any dancing, though,
I know ; will there 1 "
" No ; I should think certainly not."
" Dear me ! I hope there will be some
young men there — I shall be so shy, I
know, if there are nothing but wise
people. How do you talk to a Regius
Professor, Katie ? It must be awful."
" He will probably be at least as un-
comfortable as you, dear," said Miss
Winter, laughing, and rising from the
window ; " let us go and dress."
" Shall I wear my best gown ? —
What shall I put in my hair ] "
At this moment the door opened, and
the maid-servant introduced Mr. Brown.
It was the St. Ambrose drag which
had passed along shortly before, bearing
the eleven home from a triumphant
match. As they came over Magdalen
bridge, Drysdale, who had returned to
Oxford as a private gentleman after his
late catastrophe, which he had managed
to keep a secret from his guardian, and
was occupying his usual place on the
box, called out —
"Now, boys, keep your eyes open,
there must be plenty of lionesses about ;''
and thus warned, the whole load, in-
cluding the cornopean player, were on
the look-out for lady visitors, profanely
called lionesses, all the way up the
street. They had been gratified by the
sight of several walking in the High-
street or looking out of the windows,
before they caught sight of Miss Winter
and her cousin. The appearance of
these young ladies created a sensation.
" I say, look ! up there in that first-
floor."
" By George, they're something like."
" The sitter for choice."
"No, no, the standing-up one; she
loo'is so saucy."
" Hullo, Brown ! do you know them1?"
" One of them is my cousin," said
Tom, who f had just been guilty of the
salutation which, as we saw, excited the
indignation of the younger lady.
"What luck! — You'll ask me to meet
them — when shall it be 1 To-morrow at
breakfast, I vote."
"I say, you'll introduce me before the
ball on Monday ? promise now," said
another.
" I don't know that I shall see any-
thing of them," said Tom ; " I shall just
leave a pasteboard, but I'm not in the
humour to be dancing about lionizing."
A storm of indignation arose at this
speech : the notion that any of the
fraternity who had any hold on lionesses,
particularly if they were pretty, should
not use it to the utmost for the benefit
of the rest, and the glory and honour
of the college, was revolting to the
undergraduate mind. So the whole
body escorted Tom to the door of the
lodgings, impressing upon him the
necessity of engaging both his lionesses
for every hour of every day in St.
Ambrose's, and left him not till they had
heard him ask for the young ladies, and
seen him fairly on his way upstairs.
They need not have taken so much
trouble, for in his secret soul he was no
little pleased at the appearance of
creditable ladies, more or less belonging
to him, and would have found his way
to see them quickly and surely enough
without any urging. Moreover, he had
been really fond of his cousin, years
before, when they had been boy and
girl together.
So they greeted one another very
cordially, and looked one another over
as they shook hands, to see what changes
time had made. He makes his changes
rapidly enough at that age, and mostly
for the better, as the two cousins thought.
It was nearly three years since they had
met, and then he was a fifth-form boy
and she a girl in the schoolroom. They
were both conscious of a strange pleasure
in meeting again, mixed with a feeling
of shyness, and wonder whether they
should be able to step back into their
old relations.
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Mary looked on demurely, really
watching them, but ostensibly engaged
on the rosebud trimming. Presently
Miss Winter turned to her and said, " I
don't think you two ever met before ; I
must introduce you, I suppose ; — my
cousin Tom, my cousin Mary."
" Then we must be cousins too," said
Tom, holding out his hand.
"No, Katie says not," she answered.
" I don't mean to believe her, then,"
said Tom ; "but what are you going to do
now, to-night 1 Why didn't you write
and tell me you were coming ? "
"We have been so shut up lately,
owing to papa's bad health, that I really
had almost forgotten you were at Oxford."
"By the bye," said Tom, "where is
uncle?"
" Oh ! he is dining at the Yice-
Chancellor's, who is an old college friend
of his. We have only been up here
three or four hours, and it has done him
so much good. I am so glad we spirited
him up to coming."
" You haven't made any engagements
yet, I hope?"
" Indeed we have ; I can't tell how
many. We came in time for luncheon
in Balliol. Mary and I made it our
dinner, and we have been seeing sights
ever since, and have been asked to go
to I don't know how many luncheons
and breakfasts."
" What, with a lot of dons, I suppose ? "
said Tom spitefully ; "you won't enjoy
Oxford then; they'll bore you to death."
" There now, Katie ; that is just what
I was afraid of," joined in Mary; "you
remember we didn't hear a word about
balls all the afternoon."
" You haven't got your tickets for the
balls, then ? " said Tom, brightening up.
"No, how shall we get them? "
" Oh ! I can manage that, I've no
doubt."
" Stop ; how are we to go ? Papa will
never take us."
"You needn't think about that; any
body will chaperone you. Nobody cares
about that sort of thing at commemora-
tion."
" Indeed I think you had better wait
till I have talked to papa."
" Then all the tickets will be gone,"
said Tom. " You must go. Why shouldn't
I chaperone you ? I know several men
whose sisters are going with them."
" No, that will scarcely do, I'm afraid.
But really, Mary, we must go and dress."
"Where are you going then?" said
Tom.
" To an evening party at the Yice-
Chancellor's ; we are asked for nine
o'clock, and the half-hour has struck."
" Hang the dons ; how unlucky that
I didn't know before ! Have you any
flowers, by the way?"
" Not one."
"Then I will try to get you some by
the time you are ready. May I ? "
"Oh yes, pray do," said Mary. "That's
capital, Katie, isn't it ? Now 1 shall have
something to put in my hair ; I couldn't
think what I was to wear."
Tom took a look at the hair in question,
and then left them and hastened out to
scour the town for flowers, as if his life
depended on success. In the morning,
he would probably have resented as
insulting, or laughed at as wildly im-
probable, the suggestion that he would
be so employed before night.
A double chair was drawn up opposite
the door when he came back, and the
ladies were coming down into the sitting
room.
"Oh look, Katie ! What lovely flowers !
How very kind of you."
Tom surrendered as much of his
burden as that young lady's little round
white hands could clasp, to her, and
deposited the rest on the table.
"Now, Katie, which shall I wear —
this beautiful white rose all by itself,
or a wreath of these pansies? Here, I
have«a wire : I can make them up in a
minute." She turned to the glass, and
held the rich cream-white rose against
her hair, and then turning on Tom, added,
"What do you think?"
" I thought fern would suit your hair
better than anything else," said Tom ;
"and so I got these leaves," and he
picked out two slender fern leaves.
" How very kind of you ! Let me
see, how do you mean ? Ah ! I see ; it
will be charming ; " and so saying, she
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Tom Brown at Oxford.
held the leaves one in each hand to the
sides of her head, and then floated
about the room for needle and thread,
and with a few nimhle stitches fastened
together the simple green crown, which
her cousin put on for her, making the
points meet above her forehead. Mary
was wild with delight at the effect, and
full of thanks to Tom as he helped them
hastily to tie up bouquets, and then,
amidst much laughing, they squeezed into
the wheel chair together (as the fashions
of that day allowed two young ladies to
do), and went off to their party, leaving
a last injunction on him to go up and
put the rest of the flowers in water,
and to call directly after breakfast the
next day. He obeyed his orders, and
pensively arranged the rest of the
flowers in the china ornaments on the
mantelpiece, and in a soup plate, which
he got and placed in the middle of the
table, and then spent some minutes
examining a pair of gloves and other
small articles of women's gear which lay
scattered about the room. The gloves
particularly attracted him, and he flat-
tened them out and laid them on his own
large brown hand, and smiled at the
contrast, and took other unjustifiable
liberties with them ; after which he
returned to college and endured much
banter as to the time his call had
lasted, and promised to engage his
cousins, as he called them, to grace
some festivities in St. Ambrose's at their
first spare moment.
The next day, being show Sunday,
was spent by the young ladies in a
ferment of spiritual and other dissipa-
tion. They attended morning service at
eight at the cathedral ; breakfasted at a
Merton fellow's, from whence they ad-
journed to University sermon. Here,
Mary, after two or three utterly in-
effectual attempts to understand what
the preacher was meaning, soon relapsed
into an examination of the bonnets
present, and the doctors and proctors
on the floor, and the undergraduates in
the gallery. On the whole, she was,
perhaps, better employed than her
cousin, who knew enough of religious
party strife to follow the preacher, and
was made very uncomfortable by his
discourse, which consisted of an attack
upon the recent publications of the most
eminent and best men in the Univer-
sity. Poor Miss Winter came away
with a vague impression of the wicked-
ness of all persons who dare to travel
out of beaten tracks, and that the most
unsafe state of mind in the world is
that which inquires and aspires, and
cannot be satisfied with the regulation
draught of spiritual doctors in high
places. Being naturally of a reverent
turn of mind, she tried to think that
the discourse had done her good. At
the same time she was somewhat troubled
by the thought that somehow the best
men in all times of which she had read
seemed to her to be just those whom
the preacher was in fact denouncing,
although in words he had praised them
as the great lights of the Church. The
words which she had heard in one of
the lessons kept rxinning in her head,
" Truly ye bear witness that ye do
allow the deeds of your fathers, for
they indeed killed them, but ye build
their sepulchres." But she had little
leisure to think on the subject, and,
as her father praised the sermon as a
noble protest against the fearful tenden-
cies of the day to Popery and Pantheism,
smothered the questionings of her own
heart as well as she could, and went off .
to luncheon in a common room ; after
which her father retired to their lodgings,
and she and her cousin were escorted
to afternoon service at Magdalen, in
achieving which last feat they had to
encounter a crush only to be equalled
by that at the pit entrance to the opera
on a Jenny Lind night. But what will
not a delicately nurtured British lady
go through when her mind is bent either
on pleasure or duty 1
Poor Tom's feelings throughout the
day may be more easily conceived than
described. He had called according to
order, and waited at their lodgings after
breakfast. Of course they did not arrive.
He had caught a distant glimpse of them
in St. Mary's, but had not been able to
approach. He had called again in the
afternoon unsuccessfully, so far as seeing
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271
them was concerned ; but he had found
his uncle at home, lying upon the sofa.
At first he was much dismayed by this
rencontre, but, recovering his presence
of mind he proceeded, I regret to say,
to take the length of the old gentleman's
foot, by entering into a minute and
sympathizing inquiry into the state of
his health. Tom had no faith whatever
in his uncle's ill health, and believed —
as many persons of robust constitution
are too apt to do when brought face to
face with nervous patients — that he
might shake off the whole of his
maladies at any time by a resolute
effort, so that his sympathy was all sham,
though, perhaps, one may pardon it,
considering the end in view, which was
that of persuading the old gentleman to
entrust the young ladies to his nephew's
care for that evening in the long walk ;
and generally to look upon his nephew,
Thomas Brown, as his natural prop and
supporter in the University, whose one
object in life just now would be to take
trouble off his hands, and who was of that
rare and precocious steadiness of character
that he might be as safely trusted as a
Spanish duenna. To a very considerable
extent the victim fell into the toils. He
had many old friends at the colleges, and
was very fond of good dinners, and long
sittings afterwards. This very evening
he was going to dine at St. John's, and
had been much troubled at the idea of
having to leave the unrivalled old port
of that learned house to escort his
daughter and niece to the long walk.
Still he was too easy and good-natured
not to wish that they might get there,
and did not like the notion of their going
with perfect strangers. Here was a com-
promise. His nephew was young, but
still he was a near relation, and in fact it
gave the poor old man a plausible excuse
for not exerting himself as he felt he
ought to do, which was all he ever re-
quired for shifting his responsibilities
and duties upon other shoulders.
So Tom waited quietly till the young
ladies came home, which they did just
before hall-time. Mr. Winter was get-
ting impatient. As soon as they arrived
he started for St. John's, after advising
them to remain at home for the rest of
the evening, as they looked quite tired
and knocked up ; but if they were
resolved to go to the long walk, his
nephew would escort them.
" How can Uncle Robert say we look
so tired1?" said Mary, consulting the glass
on the subject; "I feel quite fresh. Of
course, Katie, you mean to go to the long
walk?"
"I hope you will go," said Tom; "I
think you owe me some amends. I
came here according to order this morn-
ing, and you were not in, and I have
been trying to catch you ever since."
"We couldn't help it," said Miss
Winter ; " indeed we have not had a
minute to ourselves all day. I was very
sorry to think that we should have
brought you here for nothing this morn-
ing."
" But about the long walk, Katie ?"
" Well, don't you think we have done
enough for to-day 1 I should like to
have tea and sit quietly at home, as papa
suggested."
" Do you feel very tired, dear?" said
Mary, seating herself by her cousin on
the sofa, and taking her hand.
"No, dear; I only want a little quiet
and a cup of tea."
" Then let us stay here quietly till it
is time to start. When ought we to
get to the long walk 1"
"About half-past seven," said Tom;
" you shouldn't be much later than that."
"There you see, Katie, we shall have
two hours' perfect rest. You shall lie
upon the sofa and I will read to you,
and then we shall go on all fresh again."
Miss Winter smiled and said, " Very
well." She saw that her cousin was
bent on going, and she could deny her
nothing.
" May I send you in anything from
college?" said Tom; "you ought to
have something more than tea I'm
sure."
"Oh no, thank you. We dined in
the middle of the day."
" Then I may call for you about seven
o'clock," said Tom, who had come un-
willingly to the conclusion that he had
better leave them for the present.
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"Yes, and mind you come in
time ; we mean to see the whole sight,
remember. We are country cousins."
"You must let me call you cousin
then, just for the look of the thing."
"Certainly, just for the look of the
thing, we will be cousins till further
notice."
" Well, you and Tom seem to get on
together, Mary," said Miss Winter, as
they heard the front door close. " I'm
learning a lesson from you, though I
doubt whether I shall ever be able to
put it in practice. What a blessing it
must be not to be shy !"
" Are you shy, then," said Mary, look-
ing at her cousin with a playful loving
smiie.
" Yes, dreadfully.' It is positive pain
to me to walk into a room where there
are people I do not know."
" But I feel that too. I'm sure now
you were much less embarrassed than I
last night at the Vice- Chancellor's. I
quite envied you, you seemed so much
at your ease."
" Did III would have given anything
to be back here quietly. But it is not
the same thing with you. You have no
real shyness, or you would never have
got on so fast with my cousin."
" Oh ! I don't feel at all shy with
him," said Mary, laughing. "How
lucky it is that he found us out so soon.
I like him so much. There is a sort of
way about him as .if he couldn't help
himself. I am sure one could turn him
round one's finger. Don't you think so 1 "
"I'm not so sure of that. But he
always was soft-hearted, poor boy. But
he isn't a boy any longer. You must
take care, Mary. Shall we ring for
tea?"
To be continued.
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THE MYSTEEY.
" Through desire a man, having separated himself, seeketh and intermeddleth with all
wisdom." — PKOV. xviiL 1.
0 THE haunted house on the moorland, how lone and desolate,
In its antique fashions grand, it seems to frown upon its fate !
Looking over the bleak moorland, looking over to the sea,
Defiant in the haughtiness of some great memory.
Few trees are there and stunted, for the salt- wind blows across,
And swathes their twigs in lichens grey, and flakes of ragged moss ;
And the cotton-grass nods in the fish-pond beside the spotted rush,
And the newt creeps thro' their sodden roots where they grow rank and lush.
But moor and marsh and stunted tree, with mosses overrun,
And the Druid stone where the raven sits blinking in the sun —
All are bleaker from its neighbourhood, and grouped around it lie,
As round a desolate thought that fills a subtle painter's eye.
Straggling over half an acre, with a rough-hewn masonry,
There are portals heavy-arched, and gables crested with the fleur-de-lis,
Mounting turrets, curious windows, and armorial bearings quaint,
Full of rare fantastic meanings as the dreams of some old saint.
And the grim old tower looms darkly with its shadow over all;
Beast unclean and bird unholy brood or burrow in its wall ;
Moans the wind thro' long blind lobbies — distant doors are heard to slap,
And the paint falls from the panels, and the mouldering tapestries flap.
The Mystery. 273
Falls the paint from scripture stories, all blurred with mildew damp,
Fade the ancient knights and ladies from the tapestries quaint and cramp ;
And of all the rare carved mantels only here and there are seen
A bunch of flowers and vine leaves, with a satyr's face between.
Through chinks the sun is breaking, the rain breaks tKrough the roof;
There are sullen pools in the corners, and sullen drops aloof ;
And flitting as in woodlands, strange lights are in the rooms,
And to and fro they glimmer, alternating with glooms.
And him that shelters there a-night from the wild storm or rain,
Will death or madness set upon, and leaguer him amain
With eldrich shapes, and eerie sounds of sorrow and of sin,
And cries of utter wailing that make the blood grow thin.
0 the haunted house on the moorland, how lone and desolate,
In its antique fashions grand, it seems to frown upon its fate !
But sit not thou in its tapestried rooms about the midnight drear,
When the chains clank on the staircase, and the groaning step draws near.
The chains clank on the staircase, and the step is coming slow,
And the doors creak on their hinges, and the lamp is burning low,
And thou listenest too intently, and thy heart is throbbing fast ; —
Be thou coward now or bold, 'twere better face the stormy blast.
Better face the storm without, you think ? Alas ! I cannot tell :
Perhaps we lose the power, perhaps we lose the wish as well ;
For I have watched and pondered many a weary night and day,
Ever listening thus intently in our mystic house of clay •
Ever listening to its strangeness, to its sorrow and its sin,
With a boldness and a terror, and a throbbing heart within ;
Bold to know the very thing which I feared indeed to see,
Would the lamp but only hold till I searched the mystery.
For is not this our human life even such a wreck of greatness,
Where the trace of an ancient grandeur marks an equal desolateness 1
Since that which hath been is not, or only serves to wake
A thirst for truth and beauty, which, alas ! it cannot slake.
And the ruin of its greatness casts all round an air of gloom ;
Earth's loveliness is darkened by the shadow of our doom ;
And the riclmess of our nature only adds a bitter point
Of irony to the thought that all is plainly out of joint.
And fitfully, as through a chink, the higher world of God
Breaks in to make more visible our waste and drear abode ;
And syllables and whispers, all discordant to rehearse,
Hint unutterable harmonies in the great Universe.
And there are pictured tapestries in chambers of the brain,
The memories of a higher state which still with us remain,
But faded all and mildewed they but deepen our regret,
Like twilight glories telling of a glory that is set.
274 The Mystery.
And mingling with the traces of a wondrous beauty still,
There are lustful satyr faces turning all the good to ill ;
And like birds unholy nestling and defiling every part,
O the broods of evil passions in the corners of the heart.
And if thou watch there thoughtful, in silence of the night,
With a longing and a listening too intent to know the right ;
Have a care, for there are phantoms — be thou cowardly or bold, —
That syllable and whisper what shall make the blood run cold.
0 to rid me of that longing ! to stand aloof and free
From the dread, or from the power of the dread Infinity !
0 to grasp, or to be careless of, the subtle thoughts that fly
And shun the sense, like flower-smells, the closer we come nigh !
Just to dwell among the little things of life, and be content
"With its ordinary being and its ordinary bent ;
Still to wade in the clear shallows and the old accustomed fords,
'Mong the thin and easy truths and the babbling of old words !
To think and feel, and comprehend all I might think and feel,
With a heart that never sickened, and a brain that did not reel
Under the sense of mystery and mighty shadows, cast
Upon the soul from life and death — the future and the past.
So thou'rt crushed beneath a shadow ! — Ah ! I would that I could smile
With your satisfied philosophy ; but on my heart the while
The shadow of the Infinite is laid oppressively,
And though I know that it is light, alas ! it darkens me.
In the lonesomeness and thoughtfulness of the still midnight hour,
Hast thou never felt the mystery of being, and its power 1 —
The great bight from the Godhead, and the cross-bight from man,
Prom that which is and ought to be — the portion and the plan ?
How they are twined and parted, yet firmly linked still
By necessity of being in the dread Almighty will !
Hast thou never yearned to see the sun break thro' this gathered haze,
Though he quenched thy little hearth-fire by the glory of his blaze ?
Never felt the eager longing in the inner heart of men,
Like a tiger pacing restless to and fro his narrow den,
For his mighty limbs grow irksome with the lack of room to play,
And he pineth for a leap — a bound into the night or day ?
Ah, me ! to be a botanist or bookworm ! just to task
A herbal or a history to answer all I'd ask ;
And be content to live, and work, and die, and rot — nor ever
Writhe with a mighty longing and a sense of high endeavour.
Why are all things yet a question ? What is nature ? What is man ?
What is truth 1 and what is duty ? Why, answer as we' can,
Has the soul a deeper question still to put, when all is done,
Which goes echoing into darkness, and answer there is none ?
The Mystery. 275
0, I've heard that echo often die in mockery away
In the distance of conception, like the waters of a bay
Surging far into a lone sea cave — you cannot tell how far —
And there is neither light of torch, nor light of moon or star.
Can I will, and can I be, and do, all I have thought and felt ?
Can I mould mine opportunity, and shake off sin and guilt 1
Is life so thin-transparent, as men have thought and said 1
And God a mere onlooker to see the game well played 1
'Twixt the willing and the being — 'twixt the darkness and the light,
Is there no interval for Him to exercise His might ]
Then perish all my hesitance, and all your power and pelf j —
I will be loyal to the truth, and royal to myself.
I will call out from the depths a boundless truth — a certain key
To unlock the ancient secrets of our hoar perplexity ;
For the glow of one vast certainty would banish chaos-night,
And canopy my soul as with a dome of rainbow light.
0 the sounding waves should speak to me, and be well understood j
The violet should tell the secret of its pensive mood ;
And the dew-drops why their tears are formed on the eyelash of the light,
And that lorn wind in the woodland why it sobs the livelong night.
For the whole creation groaneth with a sorrow not its own,
And to all its many voices grief is still the undertone,
And on all its sunny aspects lies a shadow I would fain
Lift, and know with what a birth it is travailing in pain.
1 would speak with the wild Arab deep-throat guttural truth, and sound
The heart^depths of ascetic squatting loathsome on the ground :
Taste all truths of past or present, and all truths of clime and race,
Where'er a true Divinity was deemed to have a place.
I would know all creeds and gospels, and how they played their part,
Each with its place appointed for this changeful human heart :
Each with a dawn of progress, and a share of good and ill,
Each with its work appointed by the Eternal will.
But tossing on the ocean of a changeable belief,
To deem there is no certainty and hope for no relief,
With no faith in the old causeways and the lamplights, it is dreary
To be wandering as I wander now, so aimless, dark, and weary.
Woe's me ! but life is rigid — is not plastic to my will ;
Thoughts they come and go, like spirits with the mist about them still ;
And the strife is ineffectual towards lighting up the soul,
Like the faint and glimmering twilights that creep around the pole.
To myself I am all mystery : I fain would act my part ;
But the problem of existence aches unsolved within my heart.
How can this life be possible ? — What matter now to ask 1
'Tis already a necessity — an urgent, hourly task.
276 Froudes History, Vols. V. and VI.
All ! there the clouds break up ; and lo ! a clear bright star uprearing,
Its face deep, deep in heaven, beside the crystal throne appearing :
Though life be dreary, and truth be dark ; yet duty is not so :
Lay thy hand then to its labour, and thy heart into the blow.
like the light of a dark lantern is the guiding light for thee,
A circle on the earth just where thy foot should planted be :
But turn it to the mountains that encompass life and doom,
And it flickers like a shadow, and only shows the gloom.
O the haunted house on the moorland, all lone and desolate,
Let it stand in its antique fashions frowning grimly on its fate ;
But brood not thou with thought intense about the dark midnight,
But turn thee to thy task, and do thy work with all thy might.
The day is short and changeful, the night is drawing on,
And maybe there is light beyond, and maybe there is none ;
But the grief and pain and straggle, and the hoar perplexity,
"Will not yield their secrets up to any questioning of thee.
ORWELL.
FROUDE'S HISTORY— VOLS. V. AKD VL
BY THE BEV. F. D. MAUKICE.
TEN years ago an eminent German
scholar expressed his astonishment at
the amount and the value of the contri-
butions which England had recently
made to historical literature. That two
great histories of Greece should not
only have been undertaken, but should
have become popular — among us, was a
fact which, he said, no experience in his
country of books enabled him to account
for. He accepted, if he did not suggest,
the interpretation, that those who were
in the midst of political action must feel
an interest in political experiences, from
whatever age or nation they are derived,
which the most diligent students can-
not feel. There was some hope in 1850
that what had been given to one part of
the Anglo-Saxon race, would not always
be denied to the other. That hope may
not be less in 1860. Certainly, the in-
tervening years which have put us in
possession of Lord Macaulay's splendid
fragment, of several volumes of Mr.
Merivale's "Roman Empire," of Dean
Milman's "Lathi Christianity" (at least
in its complete form), of Mr. Car-
lyle's "Frederick," and of Mr. Froude's
"Tudors,"* have not diminished the evi-
dence that the reign of Queen Victoria
is likely to be at least as illustrious in
the department of history as in that of
physical science.
That Mr. Froude's first four volumes
have established a place for themselves
among our English classics, is, it seems
to me, a greater witness for the historical
tendency of our minds in this day, than
even the success of such works as Bishop
ThirlwalTs, or Mr. Grote's.
We know that we have accepted many
loose traditions and many false opinions
about the classical periods. We can have
patience with the scholars who under-
take to set us right. We can even feel
a sort of gratitude to them. We expect
them to adopt a solemn Gibbonic style
of writing. But our own history we of
course understand ; there may be points
in it which require to be cleared up ;
* I have not ventured to include our Trans-
atlantic brethren ; otherwise Mr. Prescott
and Mr. Mottley would have made splendid
additions to my list.
Froudes History, Vols. V, and VI.
277
Whigs and Tories have their own theories
and predilections ; but one or other of
these we take it for granted must be right.
All we want is to have the story of our
kings rendered to us in short, epigram-
pnatic sentences ; to have our own
opinions presented to us in an agreeable
form ; to be occasionally relieved from
the necessity of admiring some one who
has been reputed a hero.
In all these particulars Mr. Froude has
set at nought our demands. Without
relapsing into Gibbonism, he positively
refuses to cast his sentences in the
"Edinburgh Eeview" moulds. He is
resolved to write simple, quiet Eng-
lish, such as a man writes who thinks
seriously of the generations of old, and
dares not treat them as we treat the
writer of the last new novel. He has
not introduced any affectations of his
own, while he has eschewed those of his
contemporaries. The experiment is a
very courageous one. Great intrinsic
merits are necessary to make a kind
of writing acceptable which is so good
that it never forces itself upon our notice,
which presents its subject with such
clearness, that the medium is almost
forgotten.
But even if he could be forgiven for
being without mannerism, could our
English conservative nature tolerate his
departure from some of our most
approved and fundamental historical
maxims'? We may be glad if some
writer, especially some female writer,
will persuade us that we are under no
obligation to respect Elizabeth. Those
who are Eomanists, and those who
nibble at Romanism, may be pleased if
they are told that Mary has been un-
justly disparaged. The opposition to
such innovations in some quarters may
cause them to be more welcomed in
others. But Henry the Eighth is an
object of fervent detestation to Eoman-
ists and Protestants, Whigs and Tories,
English Churchmen and Dissenters. To
speak a word in his favour would have
been, a few years ago, to incur the
denunciation of the most moderate and
the most equitable. Sir James Mack-
intosh, on this topic, is as fierce as
Lingard. If a respectable writer like
Sharon Turner raised a timid voice in
protest, it was drowned in a shout of in-
dignation, mixed, as it would naturally
be, with gentle female cries of horror
and pity.
The love of paradox must be stronger
than I believe it ever was in any man,
if it led him to resist a clamour so gene-
ral, and having such obvious justifica-
tion. The love of truth might be strong
enough in one who was undertaking to
write a history which must either ratify
or disturb the existing opinion, to make
him seriously debate with himself a few
such questions as these : " This English
"Reformation had very much to do
"with this King Henry, had it not?
"Eomanists say, Protestants say — the
' plain evidence of history says — that
' his image is very deeply stamped
' upon it ; that whatever most distin-
' guished it from the Eeformations else-
' where, it owed to the fact that a Bang
' was more directly concerned in it than
' Divines. Am I prepared to say that
' all which was characteristic and pecu-
' liar in this Eeformation was evil ? Am
' I prepared to say that it ought to have
' followed another course ; that if I had
' had the management of it, it should
' have been committed to the divines ;
'and that the universe would have
' been much better off if I h ad had the
' management of that, and of sundry
'other matters about which, unfortu-
' nately, I have not been consulted ?
' It may be, no doubt, that I have been
" mistaken altogether, in thinking the
" Eeformation to be a good. If so, I
" will go to the history ; I will study
"it fairly; it will no doubt tell me.
" And then I shall not be the least sur-
" prised to find that the main agent in
" it was simply a Bluebeard, simply a
" monster. But if it turns out to be good
"in principle, with whatever evils it
" may have been accompanied, and if I
" do not find that the King had less to
' do with it than my predecessors say
'that he had, is it not possible, also,
' that I may find that there was some-
• thing in him besides that blackness
' which appears in certain of his actions
278
Froude's History, Vols. V. and VI.
< — some whiteness which perhaps will
'make that blackness look more ter-
' rible, but which will also account for
' doings that it will not account for ?
'Certainly Shakspeare did not regard
" him as an unmitigated villain ; and
"make what allowances you will for
" Shakspeare' s willingness to flatter his
" daughter, is not his portrait a some-
" what more credible one than that of
" the post-Stuart chroniclers 1 Have not
" modern French historians, such as
" Michelet, though not specially inclined
" to favour English sovereigns, been
" forced by the evidence of documents
" to confess that he had more notion of
" the sacredness of the royal word, more
" reverence for treaties and promises,
"than Francis or Charles, or any of
"those contemporaries who have been
" magnified to his disparagement 1 "
I say that such thoughts as these
must come at times into our minds,
and though they may not displace the
opinions we have received in our nur-
series, may make us disposed to look a
little more sharply into the evidence.
Mr. Froude assures us that he came to
the study with a decided bias in favour
of the common opinion. Shakspeare's
authority had not the weight with him
that it might have with some of us.
He suspects the poets almost as much as
Plato or Bacon might do. He probably
had early prepossessions against the ex-
ercise of the royal Supremacy, doubts
whether the Reformation was not marred
by the royal influence. The sheer con-
scientious study of facts and documents,
has, it seems to me, led him to that con-
ception of the King's character which is
the groundwork of his history. That
conception has nothing necessarily to do
with the opinions which he has formed
respecting particular points. He may
have understated the case of Catherine ;
he may be wrong in thinking Anne
Boleyn guilty ; we may not hold with him
about the suddenness of the marriage
with Jane Seymour ; we may believe
that Cromwell was unjustly given up
to his enemies. All these questions
are open to fresh examination. Mr.
Froude has the merit of having dis-
turbed our settled conclusions upon
them ; he may not have established the
opposite. But it is not true — as some
have ignorantly and some dishonestly
represented — that he has written an
apology for the acts of an immoral and
lawless tyrant. No charge was ever
more directly refuted by the tone and
spirit of his book. I do not know any
English history which exhibits more
unfeigned reverence for goodness, more
contempt for baseness, or which is so
utterly free from pruriency, even when
the subject aiforded great temptations to
indulge in it.
What Mr. Froude has attempted to
show is this ; that passion was by no
means the characteristic of Henry, by
no means the source of even his worst
acts. He was, first of all, a Tudor king,
inheriting from his father and cherish-
ing in his own mind an intensely strong
sense of the power and office of a King ;
possessing in a high degree many of the
peculiarly royal qualities — a strong will,
a reverence for law, clear sense, appli-
cation to business — not possessing at
all in the same proportion the humane
qualities, though not absolutely deficient
in these; therefore at any time disposed
for political ends — for what seemed to
him the duty of a monarch — to sweep
away the personal regards and attach-
ments which stood in his way. This
policy of Henry Mr. Froude believes
not to have been the cunning Machi-
avellian policy of his time, but to have
been in the main honest and manly.
He believes, as Shakspeare did, that
the King felt and did not feign con-
scientious scruples on the subject of
his marriage with Catherine; that his
scruples may at a certain period have
mingled with affection for Anne, but
that that affection did not determine
his conduct ; that it was determined
mainly by considerations respecting the
peril of the nation if he left no male
issue. Such a character is far from
attractive. No one can fall into a senti-
mental admiration of it. But it contains
dispositions which belong to the strong
English mould ; a vigorous sense of
responsibility, comparatively cold affec-
Froudes History, Vols. V. and VI.
279
tions. It is as unlike as possible to a
form of character with which it has
been compared. Lord Byron talks of
George IV. as compounded of two ele-
ments, Henry's being the principal.
Such an opinion falls in well with the
popular theory ; according to that, the
elder prince was worse than his succes-
sor by all that Catherine of Arragon
was better than Caroline of Brunswick.
But if the besetting sin of Henry was
a disregard of. family and personal ties,
when set against the supposed obliga-
tions of the sovereign, and the besetting
sin of George an impatience of all
restraint upon his appetites and ease,
whether it came through the laws of
the household or the business of the
kingdom, we perceive that the imaginary
likeness is a striking contrast ; we learn
too, perhaps, wherein the temptations
of the nineteenth century differ from
those of the sixteenth.
On all these grounds, but especially
on the last, I hold Mr. Froude's idea of
the King to be more consistent with
itself, less dangerous to morality, fuller
of historical light -than that which it
supersedes. The Tudor age is that age
which was to show what the sovereign
could do, as the Stuart was that which
was to show what he could not do.
Strictly speaking, one is not less im-
portant for the history of the constitu-
tion than the other ; but if we throw
back the mere constitutional watchwords
of Prerogative and Privilege, which are
most important for the second period, to
the first, we involve ourselves in great
confusion. The privileges of the Com-
mons, if they were sometimes affronted,
were quite as often vindicated by that
very prerogative which was afterwards
set in opposition to them. The power of
the Commons as against the Lords, as
against the ecclesiastical authority, was
never more brought out than in Henry's
time. The King's supremacy was felt
to be the assertion of a national princi-
ple ; the Nation realised its own exist-
ence in the existence of its ruler. And
that perilous blasphemy which threat-
ened under James and Charles to con-
found the king with God, existed far
less in the time when the royal power
was a fact, and not a theory. The King,
casting off his allegiance to a foreign
bishop, was claiming indeed an autho-
rity which became fearful ; but the
claim was in itself one of subjection to
an actual spiritual Ruler, the confes-
sion of an invisible King of kings, and
Lord of lords. In that confession lay
the faith of England in the sixteenth
century ; its faith and its morality also.
Faith or trust was the watchword of the
Reformation. But faith or trust in a
doctrine, or as a doctrine, had no worth
for the practical English mind. Trust
or faith in a Person, and that not chiefly
because He was powerful, but because He
was righteous, was that which associated
itself with their old loyalty. It could
not be satisfied with any visible monarch
who so ofEen showed himself to be un-
righteous ; but without the visible mon-
arch, the invisible would have been
indistinct and shadowy. The represen-
tative of generations of Welsh and
Saxon sovereigns, now no longer bow-
ing to a foreign priest, educated his
subjects into a belief in One who lived
for ever and ever. All the doctors in
the world could supply no such educa-
tion ; they could only do good so far as
they helped to administer that which a
better Wisdom had provided ; in so far
as they used the open English Bible
to explain to the English people how
kings had ruled in old time the chosen
people in the name of the unseen Lord
of Hosts, how all visible idolatry had
been the cause of their degradation and
his.
Mr. Froude's insurrection against our
prevalent and customary notion of
Henry's character has been exceedingly
helpful in restoring this older and
simpler apprehension of our annals.
His two last volumes will do much to
strengthen and deepen it. Many who
fancied they disliked the former for
their parodox, will dislike these for
their freedom from paradox. They will
complain of them as wanting excitement
and novelty, as maintaining very much
those old notions respecting the charac-
ters and events of the time which (under
280
Fronde's History, Vols. V. and VI.
protest) we should like to exchange for
others more racy and startling. When
we had hoped that Lord Macaulay had
given us reasons for despising Cranmer,
we find him resuming his claims upon
our affection and admiration. Somerset
and Northumberland prove to be much
what we supposed they were ; Edward
is still a hopeful, conscientious, highly
cultivated boy. Whether Foxe is a safe
authority or not, Mr. Froude will not ex-
cuse us from paying our ancient homage
to the Marian martyrs. Nevertheless,
these two volumes respecting Edward
and Mary are, I conceive, at least equal
in originality, in historical research, in
biographical interest, in right and noble
feeling, and in clearness and simplicity
of style, to those which preceded them.
I should have added as a more marked
characteristic of them than all, a rigid
impartiality, if that title were not open
to the greatest mistake. Most just Mr.
Froude is in bringing forth the virtues
both of Protestants and Catholics ; most
just in exposing their sins. But there
is no impartiality in this sense, that
he looks down upon both as from a
higher judgment-seat of his own ; or in
this sense, that he treats their differences
as insignificant, such as only school con-
troversialists would trouble themselves
with. From this arrogance and frivolity,
which are the great diseases of modern
historians, he is, if not absolutely free,
yet more free than any, so far as I know,
who have handled the subject before
him, unless they have lent themselves
to the views of a faction, and have made
the history repeat its decrees. His im-
partiality arises from no love for an
Anglican Via Media, which gives those
who walk in it a title to insult the pas-
sengers on either side of the road. He
regards the attempt of divines to cut
such a path as this as feeble and abor-
tive. He always prefers strong men to
weak men ; he does not condemn vehe-
mence except where he believes it to be
wholly or partly insincere. But he sees
more clearly, I think, than any previous
historian, that the Protestant dogma-
tizers of Edward's reign, and the
Catholic dogmatizers of Mary's reign,
were not only of necessity persecutors,
but were of necessity trucklers to dis-
honest statesmen, practisers of state-
craft. They might affect to hate com-
promises ; but the ends which they pro-
posed to themselves made very discre-
ditable compromises inevitable. They
could not establish the opinions which
they thought it all-important to esta-
blish, except by the sacrifice of both
manliness and godliness. Those who
fancied they were pushing the Eeforma-
tion to the furthest point, had to dis-
cover that they were forgetting the very
meaning of reformation, that all the
moral abuses which they had denounced
were re-appearing under another name,
and could justify themselves as well on
Protestant as on Popish maxims ; that
they had swept away the barriers which
hindered man's access to God, only that
they might with more comfort and satis-
faction present their offerings to the
devil.
It is in showing how these discoveries
forced themselves upon the minds of
the better Protestant teachers during
their prosperity, how manfully they
spoke againt the evils which their own
system was developing, yet how hard,
how impossible it was for them to dis-
cover where the evil lay, or to devise a
remedy for it : it is in showing how the
Divine medicine of adversity provided
that for them which they were wanting
and could not invent for themselves,
and how courageously some of them
drank that medicine to the dregs ; how
others, who had been loudest in using
all the cant phrases of their school, in
denouncing the most earnest men as
half-hearted, and in invoking the judg-
ments of God and man upon their oppo-
nents, were shown in the day of trouble
to be the atheists they had always really
been — it is for these discoveries that
Protestants owe so much gratitude to
Mr. Froude. It is not for me to say what
Roman Catholics ought to learn or may
learn from him ; but 1 cannot help hoping
that they will appreciate the frankness
of his confessions respecting the first
reign, his desire to do Mary justice, his
acknowledgment of the advantage which
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281
Gardiner had over his opponents whilst •
he was their prisoner, his readiness to
show that much of the Catholic feeling
of the English people was a genuine
reverence for what was sacred, which
the Reformers could not insult without
imperilling all which it was most their
duty to maintain. To both Protestant
and Eomanist, and still more, perhaps,
to the English Churchman, the great
worth of the volumes lies in the com-
parison which they afford between the
two reigns, and in the proof which is
derived from them that the refusal of
Henry and Elizabeth to sanction Protes-
tantism or Eomanism merely as such,
may have been inspired by a good
spirit (however much in either or both
it degenerated into tyranny), and may
have led to results for which all genera-
tions have to be grateful. Protestants
in the strongest sense (though not ex-
actly in the sense of the Diet of Spyers) —
because they maintained that indepen-
dence of the English Sovereign upon
any foreign rule which all the Planta-
genets had been trying to maintain ;
Catfiolics (though in the opposite sense
to that of the Catholic League) — inas-
much as they had no wish to separate
England from the general fellowship
of Christendom, provided she were
not forced to outrage any Christendom
principle — they discovered by instinct
what the doctors could not discover by
logic ; they saved their country from
becoming utterly the victim of theo-
logical dissensions, which threatened its
highest spiritual interests as well as its
common earthly honesty ; they vindi-
cated the connexion between its poli-
tics and its worship ; they prepared the
way for a time when their own efforts
to produce uniformity of faith should
be felt to be poor and futile, when they
should yield to a desire for unity of
faith, which no schemes of statesmen or
of Churchmen shall be able to stifle or
to satisfy.
I have preferred to speak of the total
impression which these volumes have
made upon me, of the general lessons
which they have taught me, than to
comment upon particular passages. It
No. 10. — VOL. ii.
is a book written for study and
not for effect ; yet there are narra-
tives which are most effective. The
rising in the West and in Norfolk in
the year 1549 is admirably described ;
Wyatt's insurrection, especially the ter-
mination of it, with still greater spirit.
We can only give the beginning, not the
best part of the latter story. Mr. Froude
has exhibited the Queen in all the
weakness, discontent, and mawkishness
of her passion for Philip ; he has to
show her hereafter soured and darkened
by fanaticism ; he can represent her also
in all the true dignity of a Tudor
princess.
" Had Wyatt, said Noailles, been able to
reach London simultaneously with this answer,
he would have found the gates open and the
whole popxilation eager to give him welcome.
To his misfortune he lingered on the way, and
the queen had time to xise his words against
him. The two gentlemen returned indignant
at his insolence. The next morning Count
Egmont waited on Mary to say that he and
his companions were at her service, and would
stand by her to their death. Perplexed as she
was, Egmont said he found her ' marvellously
firm.' The marriage, she felt, must, at all
events, be postponed for the present ; the
prince could not come till the insurrection
was at an end ; and, while she was grateful for
the offer, she not only thought it best to de-
cline the ambassadors' kindness, but she re-
commended them, if possible, to leave London
and the country without delay. Their party
was large enough to irritate the people, and
too small to be of use. She bade Egmont, there-
fore, tell the Emperor that from the first she
had put her trust in God, and that she trusted
in Him still ; and for themselves, she told
them to go at once, taking her best wishes
with them. They obeyed. Six Antwerp mer-
chant sloops were in the river below the bridge,
waiting to sail. They stole on board, dropped
down the tide, and were gone.
" The afternoon of the same day the queen
herself, with a studied air of dejection, rode
through the streets to the Guildhall, attended
by Gardiner and the remnant of the guard.
In St. Paul's Churchyard she met Pembroke,
and slightly bowed as she passed him. Gar-
diner was observed to stoop to his saddle. The
hall was crowded with citizens ; some brought
there by hatred, some by respect, many by
pity, but more by curiosity. When the queen
entered she stood forward on the steps, above
the throng, and, in her deep man's voice, she
spoke to them.
" Her subjects had risen in rebellion against
her, she said ; she had been told that the cause
was her intended marriage with the Prince of
U
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Spain ; and, believing that it was the real cause,
she had offered to hear and to respect their
objections. Their leader had betrayed in his
answer his true motives ; he had demanded
possession of the Tower of London and of her
own person. She stood there, she said, as
lawful Queen of England, and she appealed to
the loyalty of her great city to save her from
a presumptuous rebel, who, under specious
pretences, intended to ' subdue the laws to his
will, and to give scope to rascals anil forlorn
persons to make general havoc and spoil.'
As to her marriage, she had supposed that so
magnificent an alliance could not have failed
to be agreeable to her people. To herself, and,
she was not afraid to say, to her council, it
seemed to promise high advantage to the com-
monwealth. Marriage, in itself, was indifferent
to her ; she had been invited to think of it by
the desire of the country that she should have
an heir; but she could continue happily in
the virgin state in which she had hitherto
passed her life. She would call a parliament,
and the subject should be considered in all its
beatings ; if, on mature consideration, the
Lords and Commons of England should refuse
to approve of £he Prince of Spain as a fitting
husband for her, she promised, on the word
of a queen, that she would think of him no
more.
" The spectacle of her distress won the sym-
pathy of her audience; the boldness of her
bearing commanded their respect; the pro-
mise of a parliament satisfied, or seemed to
satisfy, all reasonable demands : and among
the wealthy citizens there was no desire to see
London in possession of an armed mob, in
whom the Anabaptist leaven was deeply inter-
fused. The speech, therefore, had remarkable
success. The queen returned to Westminster,
leaving the corporation converted to the pru-
dence of supporting her. Twenty-five thousand
men were enrolled the next day for the protec-
tion of the crown and the capital ; Lord William
Howard was associated with the mayor in the
command ; and Wyatt, who had reached Green-
wich on Thursday, and had wasted two days
there, uncertain whether he should not cross
the river in boats to Blackwall, arrived on
Saturday morning at Southwark, to find the
gates closed on London Bridge, and the draw-
bridge flung down into the water."
As I have no excuse for indulging in
the narratives of the deaths in Oxford
or at Smithfield, I will take the conclu-
sion of the whole matter.
"This was the 14th of November. The
same day, or the day after, a lady-in-waiting
carried the queen's last wishes to her succes-
sor. They were the same which she had
already mentioned to De Feria — that her
debts should be paid, and that the Catholic
religion might be maintained, with an addi-
tional request that her servants should be
properly cared for. Then, taking leave of a
world in which she had played so ill a part,
she prepared, with quiet piety, for the end.
On the IGth, at midnight, she received the
last rites of the Church. Towards morning,
as she was sinking, mass was said at her bed-
side. At the elevation of the Host, unable to
speak or move, she fixed her eyes upon the
body of her Lord ; and as the last words of the
benediction were uttered, her head sunk, and
she was gone.
" A few hours later, at Lambeth, Pole fol-
lowed her, and the reign of the Pope in
England, and the reign of terror, closed to-
gether.
"No English sovereign ever ascended the
throne with larger popularity than Mary
Tudor. The country was eager to atone to
her for her mother's injuries; and the instinc-
tive loyalty of the English towards their
natural sovereign was enhanced by the abor-
tive efforts of Northumberland to rob her of
her inheritance. She had reigned little more
than five years, and she descended into the
grave amidst curses deeper than the accla-
mations which had welcomed her accession.
In that brief time she had swathed her name
in the horrid epithet which will cling to it for
ever; and yet from the passions which in
general tempt sovereigns into crime, she was
entirely free ; to the time of her accession she
had lived a blameless, and, in many respects,
a noble life ; and few men or women have
lived less capable of doing knowingly a wrong
thing.
"Philip's conduct, which could not extin-
guish her passion for him, and the collapse
of the inflated imaginations which had sur-
rounded her supposed pregnancy, it can
hardly be doubted affected her sanity. Those
forlorn hours when she would sit on the
ground with her knees drawn to her face ;
those restless days and nights when, like a
ghost, she would wander about the palace
galleries, rousing herself only to write tear-
blotted letters to her husband ; those bursts of
fury over the libels dropped in her way ; or
the marchings in procession behind the Host
in the London streets — these are all symptoms
of hysterical derangement, and leave little
room, as we think of her, for other feelings
than pity. But if Mary was insane, the mad-
ness was of a kind which placed her absolutely
under her spiritual directors ; and the respon-
sibility for her cruelties, if responsibility be
anything but a name, rests first with Gardiner,
who commenced them, and, secondly, and in
a higher degree, with Reginald Pole. Because
Pole, with the council, once interfered to pre-
vent an imprudent massacre in Smithfield ;
because, being legate, he left the common
duties of his diocese to subordinates; he is
not to be held innocent of atrocities which
could neither have been commenced nor con-
tinued without his sanction ; and he was no-
toriously the one person in the council whom
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283
the queen absolutely trusted. The revenge of
the clergy for their past humiliations, and the
too natural tendency of an oppressed party to
abuse suddenly recovered power, combined to
originate the Marian persecution. The rebel-
lions and massacres, the political scandals, the
universal suffering throughout the country
during Edward's minority, had created a gene-
ral bitterness in all classes against the Re-
formers ; the Catholics could appeal with jus-
tice to the apparent consequences of heretical
opinions ; and when the Reforming preachers
themselves denounced so loudly the irreligion
which had attended their success, there was
little wonder that the world took them at
their word, and was ready to permit the use
of strong suppressive measures to keep down
the unruly tendencies of uncontrolled fanatics.
" But neither these nor any other feelings
of English growth, could have produced the
scenes which have stamped this unhappy reign
with a character so frightful. The parliament
which re-enacted the Lollard statutes, had re-
fused to restore the Six Articles as being too
severe ; yet under the Six Articles twenty-one
persons only suffered in six years ; while, per-
haps, not twice as many more had been exe-
cuted xinder the earlier acts in the century and
a half in which they had stood on the Statute
roll. The harshness of the law confined the
action of it to men who were definitely danger-
ous ; and when the bishops' powers were given
back to them, there was little anticipation of
the manner in which those powers would be
misused.
" And that except from some special influ-
ences they would not have been thus misused,
the local character of the prosecution may be
taken to prove. The storm was violent only
in London, in Essex which was in the diocese
of London, and in Canterbury. It raged long
after the death of Gardiner ; and Gardiner,
though he made the beginning, ceased after
the first few months to take further part in it.
The Bishop of Winchester would have had a
persecution, and a keen one ; but the fervour
of others left his lagging zeal far behind. For
the first and last time the true Ultramon-
tane spirit was dominant in England — the
genuine conviction that, as the orthodox pro-
phets and sovereigns of Israel slew the wor-
shippers of Baal, so were Catholic rulers called
upon, as their first duty, to extirpate heretics
as the enemies of God and man.
" The language of the legate to the City of
London shows the devout sincerity with which
he held that opinion himself. Through him,
and sustained by his authority, the queen held
it ; and by these two the ecclesiastical govern-
ment of England was conducted.
" Archbishop Parker, who knew Pole and
Pole's doings well, called him Carnifex etflagel-
lum Ecclesice Anglicance, the hangman and the
scourge of the Church of England. His cha-
racter was irreproachable ; in all the virtues of
the Catholic Church he walked without spot
or staiu j and the system to which he had sur-
rendered himself had left to him of the com-
mon selfishnesses of mankind his enormous
vanity alone. But that system had extin-
guished also in him the human instincts, the
genial emotions by which theological theories
stand especially in need to be corrected. He
belonged to a class of persons at all times
numerous, in whom enthusiasm takes the
place of understanding ; who are men of an
' idea ;' and unable to accept human things as
they are, are passionate loyalists, passionate
churchmen, passionate revolutionists, as the
accidents of their age may determine. Happily
for the welfare of mankind, persons so consti-
tuted rarely arrive at power ; should power
come to them, they use it, as Pole used it, to
defeat the ends which are nearest to their
hearts.
" The teachers who finally converted the
English nation to Protestantism were not the
declaimers from the pulpit, nor the volumin-
ous controversialists with the pen. These,
indeed, could produce arguments which, to
those who were al ready convinced, seemed as
if they ought to produce conviction ; but con-
viction did not follow till the fruits of the
doctrine bore witness to the spirit from which
it came. The evangelical teachers, caving only
to be allowed to develope their own opinions,
and persecute their opponents, had walked
hand in hand with men who had spared
neither tomb nor altar, who had stripped the
lead from the church roofs, and stolen the
bells from the church towers; and between
them they had so outraged such plain honest
minds as remained in England, that had Mary
been content with mild repression, had she
left the Pope to those who loved him, and had
married, instead of Philip, some English lord,
the mass would have retained its place, the
clergy in moderate form would have resumed
their old authority, and the Reformation
would have waited for a century. In an evil
hour, the queen listened to the unwise ad-
visers, who told her that moderation in reli-
gion was the sin of the Laodicaeans ; and while
the fanatics who had brought scandal on the
Reforming cause, either truckled, like Shax-
ton, or stole abroad to wrangle over surplices
and forms of prayer, the true and the good
atoned with their lives for the crimes of
others, and vindicated a noble cause by
nobly dying for it.
" And while among the Reformers that
which was most bright and excellent shone
out with preternatural lustre, so were the
Catholics permitted to exhibit also the preter-
natural features of the creed which was ex
piling.
" Although Pole and Mary could have laid
their hands on earl and baron, knight and
gentleman, whose heresy was notorious, al-
though, in the queen's own guard, there were
many who never listened to a mass, they
durst not strike where there was danger that
they would be struck in return. They went
out into the highways and hedges ; they
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gathered up the lame, the halt, and the blind ;
they took the weaver from his loom, the car-
penter from his workshop, the husbandman
from his plough ; they laid hands on maidens
and boys ' who had never heard of any other
religion than that which they were called on
to abjure ; ' old men tottering into the grave ;
and children whose lips could but just lisp
the articles of their creed ; and of these they
made their burnt-offerings ; with these they
crowded their prisons, and when filth and
famine killed them, they flung them out to
rot. How long England would have endured
the repetition of the horrid spectacles is
hard to say. The persecution lasted three
years, and in that time something less than
300 persons were burnt at the stake. ' By
imprisonment/ said Lord Burleigh, ' by tor-
ment, by famine, by fire, almost the number
of 400 were,' in their various ways, ' lament-
ably destroyed."
" Yet, as I have already said, interference
was impossible except by armed force. The
country knew from the first that by the course
of nature the period of cruelty must be a
brief one ; it knew that a successful rebellion
is at best a calamity ; and the bravest and
wisest men would not injure an illustrious
cause by conduct less than worthy of it,
so long as endurance was possible. They
had saved Elizabeth's life and Elizabeth's
rights ; and Elizabeth, when her time came,
would deliver her subjects. The Catholics,
therefore, were permitted to continue their
cruelties till the cup of iniquity was full ;
till they had taught the educated laity of
England to regard them with horror; and
until the Eomanist superstition had died,
amidst the execrations of the people, of its
own excess."
Some will say that Pole is hardly
treated here and elsewhere in these
volumes. If Mr. Froude's statements
respecting him can he refuted, English-
men may recover that estimate of him
which they have derived from the older
historians. But I cannot feel that the
character is inconsistent with itself, or
that Mr. Froude is wrong in giving, as he
certainly does, the preference to Gardiner
as heing more of an English statesman,
and not a worse Churchman. I should
he more inclined to dispute Mr. Froude's
judgment of Paget. That he should feel
a real respect for a man who was not
only keen-sighted, and in the main
just, hut who anticipated the modern
opinions respecting persecution, is not
wonderful. Mr. Froude has earned a
right to express a little over-sympathy
with a Latitudinarian, hy his cordial
appreciation of men of an opposite type
of character. But I cannot discover that
the Pagets, the Halifaxes, and the trim-
mers of the sixteenth or the seventeenth
centuries, really did anything to secure
that their convictions — if convictions
they are to he called — should be the
inheritance of the ages that were to
succeed them. They were wise for them-
selves. They scorned much that was
worthy of scorn, hut they could not
make their scorn effective for the cure of
it. They despised persecutors ; they did
not seriously curse persecution. When
a man was disagreeably pertinacious in
his opinions, they were so tolerant of
others that they found it quite justifiable
to be intolerant of him. They thought
it very absurd to kill for a faith, but
they thought it quite as absurd to die
for one. And this alone has made per-
secution impossible in any country or
any age, this only will make it impos-
sible in all countries and in all ages :
that it has been established by a series
of demonstrations, some of which Mr.
Froude has beautifully recorded, that
he who kills for a faith must be weak,
that he who dies for a faith must be
strong.1
1 Do I mean to endorse the pious fraud that
the persecutor always fails of his immediate
object, and strengthens the cause which he
desires to crush ? Certainly not. The impo-
tency of his material force in the spiritual
battle is established by other evidence than
that. His success is his defeat. He cannot
deprive his victims of their faith. Unless he
is saved by becoming a sufferer, he loses his
own. Unless his country is saved by similar
suffering, it ceases to believe when it is re-
duced into acquiescence. This is the perse-
cutor's curse ; thus the divine law is vindicated.
I do not say that the remark can be applied
strictly to any persecutions except those
which Christians have set on foot against
each other and against infidels. If the Cross
is not the sign and the power of conquest,
there is no manifest direct contradiction in
trying to conquer for a faith by inflicting
punishment instead of bearing it.
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THE ARTISAN'S SATUEDAY NIGHT.
BY PERCY GREG.
THOSE who have read the " Confessions
of an English Opium-Eater " — and few
of us have not — will recollect in the
earlier part of that remarkable volume
the author's description of the manner
in which he was wont to spend "an
opium evening" in his youth. Under
the peculiar influence exerted by that
marvellous drug, in a frame of mind
disposed to quiet contemplation and
sentimental entertainment, but wholly
averse from laborious thought or keen
excitement, he was wont to seek amuse-
ment and interest in a stroll among
the unfashionable marts of London : to
watch the working man in his commer-
cial dealings, the working woman in her
humble round of weekly shopping ; to
hear their talk and gather their thoughts
upon their lot in life, upon the things
and persons that surround them, during
the few gas-light hours in which it is
their practice to purchase wherewithal
to feed and clothe and warm themselves
and their children, as best they may,
during the seven days that are to follow.
And such a walk, — though it lie not
exactly through neighbourhoods as quiet
and pleasant as Kensington Gardens, or
streets and squares as fair to look upon
as those of Belgravia and Mayfair ;
though the localities through which it
may lead us are not always clean, and
are too often both unsightly and un-
savoury, offending our senses in no
trivial degree, — yet has its picturesque
and interesting aspect. Humanity can-
not well fail of picturesque effect,
wherever it has to wage a hard and
earnest struggle, however ugly and ill-
built the dwellings it haunts, however
squalid the rags which are its only uni-
form, in the Battle of Life.
The crowded market in a by-way,
lighted by flaring jets of gas in double
rows, and crammed with purchasers so
closely clustered together that it would
seem hardly possible to reach the stalls
at its further end in time to effect a
purchase — the little shops which are
making an effort at unusual display in
order to attract purchasers who are not
likely to scrutinize very closely the tex-
ture of that showy dress which is marked
at a figure so surprisingly low, and who
will be too hurried to notice that yonder
"cheap and elegant" coat and vest are
got up to sell and not to wear; — the
shopkeepers and stallkeepers who stand
at their doors or at the side of their
handcarts, keeping up a continual con-
fused bawl, which, if attentively an-
alysed, seems to run — " Only a penny,
gentlemen, only a penny ! no better in
London, marm, twopence half-penny a
pound — only twopence ha'penny — fine
bacon — now then ! buy! buy! buy!" —
and the eager, hurried throng of jostling
purchasers, glancing at everything, covet-
ing everything, buying at last that which
is most pressed upon them ; with here
and there some quiet knowing ones
among them, who have set their hearts
on some special adornment for the wife's
bonnet, or some new delicacy for the
husband's Sunday dinner, and are not to
be tempted aside by the noisy offers
which beset them on all hands — all
these things compose a scene which is
worth notice, and which, at first sight, is
amusing and not unpleasing to behold.
If, however, we walk in among the
crowd of sellers and buyers, and look a
little more closely than do the latter at
the articles offered to their selection ;
above all, if we do so not when noise
and business have reached their highest
point, but before the thickest press has
commenced, and before, at this season,
the daylight has departed from those
huge screens of joints of unwholesome-
looking meat which veil one shop, and
the piles of withered peas which are
heaped on the rude counter of another,
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The Artisans Saturday Night.
we shall presently obtain a glimpse of
the underside of the matter -which is
more instructive than agreeable. We
shall then see at what disadvantage
stands the shopping which is done by
gaslight, amid the confusion of incessant
noise and the hurry of impatient cus-
tomers. That beef, for instance, is not
such as a good housewife would think
of buying ; much of the bacon yonder is
of a kind that Do-the-boys Hall would
be ashamed of; and the smell of the
mackerel exposed on the fish-stall in the
corner is so objectionable, that it makes
itself felt even amid the innumerable
odours of this unsavoury place, and com-
pels us to form a decided opinion as to
the fitness of the fishmonger's wares for
human food. Those shoes, too, look
very much as if they were the unsale-
able refuse of some more fashionable
locality — especially those dedicated to
the " ladies." Of those which seem fit
for working men, the more serviceable
were possibly bought from some govern-
ment establishment as " old stores," at a
fourth of the price that will to-night be
asked for them. And so on throughout.
Everything — except, of course, the
prices — is third-rate at best, and often
merely worthless. The customers must
go home ill-shod, ill-fed, unfitly clothed,
and must dine to-morrow on meat deci-
dedly "high," and fish unmistakeably
odorous ; and all this not because they
cannot afford to pay for proper food and
clothing, but because all their purchases
are made at once, by gaslight, in a crowd
and in a hurry ; because they are in the
hands of itinerant stallkeepers, and shop-
keepers of scarcely higher character ;
and because too many of them come to
their purchases not from home, but from
the public-house, with heads not of the
clearest, and with pockets a Httle less
heavy than they were three or four
hours ago.
To many of the small dealers in such
localities Saturday night is worth as
much as the rest of the week altogether ;
many of them take more between six
and twelve on Saturday night than be-
tween Monday morning and Saturday
afternoon. Here is a baker doing a
more regular daily business than his
neighbours, who tells us that his receipts
during those six hours are equal to those
of any other three days in the week.
And outside the baker's door is a man
with a small hand-cart, on which are
piles of starved cherries, sour apples, and
half-ripe gooseberries. He never comes
there except on Saturday night, and he
pays the baker four shillings a week for
leave to stand there on the little strip of
pavement which, as private property, is
exempt from clearance by the police. He
can afford to pay out of six hours' profit
on his wretched stock a rent of four
shillings for the square yard of ground
he stands on. There are plenty of lads
and lasses released to-night from their
week's toil with a few shillings in their
pockets and a taste for fruit rather com-
prehensive than choice, who will amply
remunerate him for his outlay. Kext to
his stands the barrow of a woman who
sells penny bottles of something which
she calls ginger-beer, but to which I
should hesitate to assign a name. She
stands there every day ; but she, too,
would have a poor living of it were it not
for Saturday night, when the man who
has seventeen or twenty shillings in his
pocket thinks less of a penny than he
will do by Thursday or Friday next.
And those immense heaps of peas which
on a summer Saturday night are piled
over half the green-grocer's disposable
space, would hardly find purchasers on
any other evening. One evening of
business at high profits pays the dealer
in the poor man's market for a week of
slack trade and scanty gains. From six
hours' profits does he get his livirfg, and
those profits must come from the scanty
resources of families in which the bread-
winner earns from fifteen to thirty-five
shillings a week.
Very different is the case of the west-
end ; very striking the contrast between
Saturday night in western shops and in
Whitechapel markets, between the Satur-
day of the rich and the Saturday of the
poor.
Were this only one of the manifold
instances in which by mere force of
neighbourhood the distinctions of rank
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and fortune are so painfully illustrated
in all great cities, it would hardly be
worth while to notice it It is a profit-
less task to cite instances of the luxury
of the affluent here brought so very
close to the destitution of the indigent ;
it is invidious to remind the wealthy of
the near proximity of want and hunger ;
it is much worse than useless to hold up
before the eyes of the pauper the envied
enjoyments of the millionaire. These
things are part of an order of society
which I leave it to casuists to defend,
and to utopists to dream of abolishing.
But when the differences we discern are
not the necessary consequences of exist-
ing social conditions, where the poor
man suffers under disadvantages not
essential but incidental ; under evils
not inherent in poverty, but the fruit
of bad arrangements, where the evils of
his lot are aggravated, not by the law of
nature, but by the mismanagement of
men ; above all, where the interests of
the working man-are sacrificed not to the
pride or profit of others, but to the
tyranny of a custom which, if once
natural or reasonable, is now simply
mischievous ; or when he suffers under
the effects of his own vice, or weakness,
or improvidence — it is possible that some-
thing may be done towards a remedy by
merely calling attention to the existence
of an evil, and to the sources from which
it springs.
The shop of the silversmith, or the
perfumer, or the fashionable milliner, is
no more crowded on the last day of the
week than on any other. There are no
more carriages in Regent-street, no addi-
tional crowd on its pavements ; Bond-
street is not fuller than on the Monday.
You could not tell by the appearance of
Oxford-street that it was not Tuesday
or Thursday. Swan and Edgar's pre-
sents no scene of extraordinary bustle ;
Savory and Moore are no busier than
usual ; nor are Fortnum and Mason com-
pelled to keep open till midnight.
There is a day's work to be done, not a
iveek's. The lady customers have not
come to lay in provisions for a week, as
if they were about to stand a siege.
They do not come down in anxious
haste to pay the little account which has
been standing over for three days be-
cause they had not money to pay it till
their week's income should have been
received. They are not obliged to post-
pone their shopping till late in the eve-
ning because their husbands could not
get paid as early as usual. They are not
in a hurry to make their purchases and
get rid of their cash lest their lords,
having an idle day to-morrow, should
squander the week's income at the club
or at Greenwich. All days are alike to
them ; and but for the impending ser-
vices of the morrow they would have
nothing to remind them that this is the
seventh day of the week and not the
second. This is not so with the poor
busy women, with haggard faces, and
anxious hurried steps, who crowd around
the stalls in the New Cut, lighted by
flaring jets of gas, about the hour at
which the West-End remembers that it
is time to dress for dinner. That eager
dame must needs make her purchases
to-night to keep her family in food and
out of rags for a week ; knowing full
well, poor soul, that if she postpone her
marketings, she has small chance of
keeping her money by her till the hour
when she actually needs it — so many and
pressing are the demands on the poor
man's purse, so completely does he live
from hand to mouth. So she must buy
by gaslight, and take her chance of the
quality of the articles, half-spoiled meat
and stale vegetables, leaky shoes, prints
that will not wash, and stockings that
will not wear. The uncertain light — it
is in these places that one learns how
bad a light is that of gas — gives her no
chance of detecting flaws ; the long
train waiting to be served compels her to
take what she can get, and be thankful.
Every one is short of time ; every one is
in that degree of haste which proverbially
makes no good speed. So she must take
her goods, such as they are, and pass on,
having paid for them at the rate of
wholesome beef, sound leather, and first-
rate calico — perhaps even more. People
do say that these markets have a Satur-
day price; that, owing to the immense
pressure of business crowded into this
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one night, the charges of the sellers are
made in a somewhat more arbitrary man-
ner than is consistent with very scrupu-
lous truth and fairness ; that Saturday
evening purchasers are not only put off
with inferior articles, but are made also
to pay as much as twenty per cent, above
the every-day value of the best. But
even without imputing any such mal-
practices to the dealers, — even admit-
ting that the tradesmen from whom
the poor must purchase are as superior
to the tricks of trade as the best of
Kegent-streetf shopkeepers — it is evi-
dent that those who have always to be
served in a hurry must always be served
ill. They have no time to deliberate
over their purchases, to choose and pick
and select what will best suit their
means and most nearly meet their wants ;
they are deprived of all opportunity of
making the little money at their dis-
posal go as far as possible ; they are,
as it were, forced into extravagance and
mismanagement. Even if the women
of the poorer classes were good house-
wives, well skilled in matters of domes-
tic economy, as they are notoriously the
reverse, they would fare ill in such a
rush and press of buyers, and the work
which has to be done in haste and con-
fusion would be ill done, however well
they understood their business. As
they are most often lamentably deficient
in all that would be to them really
" useful knowledge," while subject in
the market to disadvantages which must
neutralize skill and render care almost
impossible, what wonder that the arti-
san's home is so comfortless, his wages
so insufficient and ill-husbanded, as they
are found in practice 1 Which of the op-
pressions he complains against weighs so
heavily on him as this Saturday night
marketing, of which he makes no com-
plaint ?
Of the evils here exposed there are
three principal causes : the improvi-
dence of the working-classes themselves,
their unfortunate habits of Saturday and
Sunday drinking, and the custom of
paying wages on Saturday afternoons.
The first affords the answer to the
question, why might not the poor avoid
this hurried marketing ? Though they
are only paid on Saturday evening,
might they not let the Sunday pass
over, and make purchases on the Mon-
day sufficient to last till the Monday
following ] Or why need they make a
week's purchases all at once? Might they
not buy meat and potatoes on Monday,
coal and wood and bread on Wednes-
day? Might they not, in a word, by a
little thought and prudence, enjoy the ad-
vantage of buying, at their own option,
on any evening of the week ? Possibly
they might ; but those greatly miscon-
ceive both their circumstances and their
character who consider it at all proba-
ble that they will. It is a matter of
painful certainty that vast numbers of
our working population are to the last
degree reckless and improvident ; unable
to resist the temptations of to-day, or
steadily regard and provide for the
necessities of to-morrow.
As economists would say, the effec-
tive desire of accumulation is very weak
with them ; in Mr. Mill's expressive
phrase, the present occupies a wholly dis-
proportionate space in their thoughts as
compared evenwith the immediate future.
We have heard of the disciples of the
Jesuits of Paraguay — the Indian con-
verts— who could hardly be brought to
regard " next year " as a time within
the limits of human thought ; a period
for which they were bound to consider
and provide. Scarcely by unremitting
care could their spiritual pastors and
temporal rulers persuade them to pre-
serve sufficient seed-corn to secure an
adequate harvest ; nor was it an uncom-
mon occurrence that the oxen used for
ploughing should be cut up for sup-
per, because their masters were hungry.
And this, not because the men were
idle, or stupid, or sensual ; but be-
cause they were incapable of taking
to-morrow into account ; because they
were, in the literal sense of the word,
improvident — unforeseeing. Our Eng-
lish artisans resemble these Indians not
a little in the economy of their domes-
tic arrangements. They think far too
much of to-day ; far too little of this
day week ; little or nothing of this
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289
day six months. With their wages in
their pocket on Saturday night, they
provide luxuries for Sunday, without
caring much if scanty comfort remain
for Friday next. They think more of
the Sunday's ample breakfast, and even
luxurious dinner, than of the supper
which they Avill not be able to buy on
Thursday night — of Friday's meagre
fare — of the dry crusts which must
satisfy their hunger and their children's
during the working hours of Saturday,
till pay-time comes round again. One
day's feasting, and six days' fasting, is
their choice ; and it has happened to
employers in moderate circumstances, to
see their labourers, earning perhaps
30s. a week per family, take home the
delicacies of the season for their Sunday
dinner, when the price was yet so high
that the tradesman or manufacturer of
80(M. or 1,000/. a year did not feel that
he could afford them. A six days'
pinching follows. By Saturday after-
noon there is not a crust of bread in the
cottage ; the children are hungry, as
well they may be ; the father has done
his work fasting, and the wages which
he brings home must be at once spent
in buying food, even if they have not
been already tithed by the publican be-
fore they reach the wife. How can these
people postpone their purchases till Mon-
day] Or if one week some rare good
fortune enabled them to do so, is it not
clear that the effect would only be, with
such habits, to make them live in com-
fort that week, consuming in six days
what seven days' income had purchased ;
and that when Saturday night came
round, the cupboard would again be
bare, and the Saturday market again be
sought ? We have most of us heard of
worse improvidence than this. I was
told of one district — a district, too, of
good work and high wages — where the
wife keeps house by pawning clothes
and household chattels during the week,
which the husband must for his own
comfort and satisfaction redeem on
Saturday night — finding this the only
mode of securing a sufficient share of
his income for herself and children. It
is this improvidence which causes the
Saturday market to display so many o±
the workman's favourite luxuries, and
makes -the week-day business of the
shops so dull, where they depend on
working customers : that makes the
Sunday's fare so great a contrast to the
Friday's scraps. This cause of waste
and discomfort no efforts of others can
remove : all they can do is to remodel
arrangements which confirm and seem
to excuse the costly and disastrous
habit.
Unhappily this is not all ; it is not
the worst. Give the working man a
prudent and thrifty helpmate, willing
and able to employ his wages to the
best advantage : the Sunday holiday will
sadly derange her prudent calculations.
We know too well the way in which
that day of rest is most often spent by
those to whom it should be more blessed
than to any others — those whose six
days' toil has made it most necessary to
them. Most generally, Saturday night
and Sunday are thought a good occasion
fof " a spree " : and a " spree " seems to
mean a prolonged visit to the gin-shop
or the beer-house. The London artisan
sometimes indulges in a Sunday trip
into the country; too frequently he
merely lounges about the streets, picks up
a stray acquaintance, and goes with him
to the working man's club — the public-
house. If the wife save her money till
Monday, she cannot count on the for-
bearance of her husband. In many and
many a case, were we to watch her home
from the Saturday market, we should
see a very sufficient reason for her hasty
expenditure of the funds which she had
obtained from her good man immediately
after he received his wages. The idle
day that follows is apt to make the
" Cottar's Saturday Night" in towns an
occasion, for the man who for that one
night is "flush" of money, of boozing
in a beer-shop or getting maddened with
the worst of adulterated beverages in a
gin-palace ; and if the week's wages
were still within his reach, it is but too
probable that the Sunday would be still
more riotously and expensively passed.
Bad and wasteful as it is, the Saturday
evening marketing is probably the safest
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plan for wives whose husbands are that
day paid their weekly stipend.
But why should wages be paid on
Saturday evening? "Why should a
working man receive his money -just
when he has most temptation to mis-
spend it, and least chance of spending it
with full effect and advantage 1 Why
should those who are as a class noto-
riously thriftless and improvident be
always " in pocket" at the moment when
they have a day before them which they
can devote to idleness and pleasure — an
evening on which they may drink their
fill with the certainty of having time
to sleep off the consequences, unaroused
by the bell that summons to work, and
taking little heed, alas ! of those that call
to prayer ? Is there any reason, except
that such is the custom — a custom stu-
pid, purposeless, and mischievous 1 Is
it that the employer may make up the
account of the week's expenses at the
week's end ? A poor excuse this would
be for an arrangement by which so much
substantial injury is done to the Avork-
people. Why should not the week be
made, for purposes of account, to end on
another day 1 Is it that the poor may
always have wherewithal to enjoy their
one weekly holiday ? Probably some
feeling of this kind has had something
to do with the practice. But — putting
aside all other and higher considerations
— is it not obvious that the expenses of
a holiday should be defrayed from the
surplus that remains after the ordinary
expenses of living are paid — as would
be the case if the artisan, receiving his
wages and making his weekly purchases
on Wednesday, retained something for a
spree on Saturday night or an excursion
trip on Sunday — not deducted before-
hand from the week's income, as now
happens 1 Is there any tenable reason
why wages should be paid on Saturday
(or even late on Friday night, which is
found to amount nearly to the same
thing) and not on Wednesday or Thurs-
day ? For if not, certainly it is absurd
that mere use and custom should main-
tain a rule so prejudicial to the real
interests of all parties concerned.- The
workman is tempted to waste his money
in drink, and his day of rest at the
public-house. His wife is compelled to
waste her portion in hurried and uneco-
nomical marketing. She and her chil-
dren suffer thereby ; and her husband is
none the better for his Saturday carouse,
and inevitably the worse for the Sun-
day's debauch that too often follows.
On the Monday he is listless and
slovenly at his work ; by which, as well
as by the deterioration which bad habits
cause in his character and his skill, his
employer also is a loser. It may be
said, and I am afraid it is in some cases
true, that if wages were paid on Thurs-
day, men would be drunk that night,
and absent or late on Friday morning.
In some trades the workmen have, from
incidental circumstances, so completely
the upper hand that this would very
probably be the case : and in these
trades Monday is often wasted in intoxi-
cation or idleness. The men know that
the masters cannot replace them, and
will not dismiss them, and they take
advantage of this knowledge. But this
is only the case in trades exceptionally
situated ; and in all others the evils
complained of would be greatly lessened,
if not absolutely removed, by a mere
change of the pay-day. There would
not then be before the artisan, with his
week's wages in his pocket, the strong
temptation of a dies non wherein to
enjoy himself at leisure in the tap-room;
or to rest from the fatigues of a mid-
night carouse that very night. The
necessity of resuming work at an early
hour next morning would restrain him
from changing his regular time of in-
dulgence from Saturday to the pay-day;
and if he still continued to drink on
Saturday night, he would not do so on
a newly-filled pocket..
The experiment was tried some years
ago by a clear-headed Scotch employer,
who gave me the following account of
its results : —
" When I was in business in Glasgow
" I employed about a hundred persons,
" men and women. I used, as was the
'•'practice, to pay them on Saturdays.
"Saturday is rather a 'light' day in
" Glasgow, so the men had plenty of
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291
" opportunity to get drunk that night ; a
" practice which they often followed up
"by remaining drunk all Sunday, in
" which case, of course, their work was
" not goodfor much on Monday morning,
" especially as they got drunk on whisky,
" which is much worse than getting
" drunk on ale.. It occurred to me one
" day to try whether I could not mend
" the matter by altering the pay-day. I
" called the men and women together,
" and told them my ideas about it. The
" women heartily agreed with me ; the
"men seemed nothing loth; and the
" change was made. They were paid
" thenceforward on Thursday, instead of
" Saturday. From that time their habits
" improved, their homes became more
" comfortable, their visits to the public -
" house less frequent. The women, no
" longer obliged to do their marketing
" in a hurry on Saturday evening, had
" the pick and choice of articles, instead
"of being forced, as formerly, to take
" anything they could get. Before long
" I had the gratification of hearing from
" many quarters that my people were
"the most sober, well-to-do, and well-
" conducted artisans in the trade to be
" found in Glasgow."
It is not from indifference to the
welfare of their workpeople, or from
carelessness of their own interest, that
employers generally continue a practice
so deleterious to both. Many great firms
in London have changed the day of
payment with excellent effect ; some
have tried to do so and failed, or been
compelled to return to the old practice •
numbers would be glad to make the
alteration if they were convinced of its
importance and its feasibility. But, in
the first place, men do not readily re-
cognise the evil effects of an immemorial
custom ; they conceive them rather to
be part of the natural and immutable
order of things, than results of a de-
finite and removable cause ; and employ-
ers are very generally unsuspicious that
Saturday marketing, Sunday trading,
and weekly debauches, result from any
other influence than the natural im-
providence and weakness of the artisan
class : faults which they may regret but
cannot cure. They say, and very justly,
that it is not given them to keep their
" hands " provident and sober ; but they
would fully recognise the duty of offer-
ing no temptation to excess, and no
inducement to waste ; and anything
that will awaken them to a sense of the
mischiefs of the present custom, will
render them as a class desirous to amend
it. On their part the " evil is wrought
by want of thought." But change,
where the working-classes are con-
cerned, is not always an easy matter.
In their own affairs, in regard to the
time-honoured customs of their order
and occupations, the masses share the
sturdy Toryism of Lord Eldon ; and it
is not absolutely certain that if such a
boon as Thursday payment of wages
were offered them, they would not regard
it as some deep-laid plot for their enslave-
ment. But the time may come when
they will understand their own interest
well enough to ask it for themselves ;
and the simple change, costing no
trouble, and exciting no clamour, will
do more for their improvement than
many schemes of much more ambitious
seeming. It would prevent the crowd-
ing of the week's marketing into its last
five or six hours, and of the week's
meals into the Sunday dinner. It would
facilitate, in no slight degree, what is a
blessing of no small value to the labourer
— the Saturday half-holiday, now gene-
rally enjoyed in the manufacturing dis-
tricts of the north of England. Above
all, it would cure the evil that now
does so much to demoralize the popu-
lation of our cities, and to thwart all
efforts to counteract the prevalence of
that drunkenness which more than any
other cause keeps them poor and dis-
contented ; for it would put an end to
the practice of filling the artisan's
pocket with money at the very hour
when the tavern doors stand most in-
vitingly open, and no thought of to-
morrow's work exercises a wholesome
restraint over the temptation to imme-
diate excesses.
292
TWO LOVE STOEIES.
LAURA LESLIE has a lover ;
She is lovely, loving he ;
The summer birds that sing above her
Scarcely are so blithe as she.
Happy days ! when she awakens,
Mowers from him are by her bed ;
Every lonely hour she reckons
Brings a gift in Harry's stead.
Every sunset, through the flowers,
Laura and her lover stray,
Heedless of the fleeting hours,
Heedless of the waning day.
Laura's parents watch, admiring
Love so tender, so complete ;
While a little orphan hireling
Plies her needle at their feet.
What should now delay the marriage ?
Every comfort they prepare ;
House and gardens, horses, carriage,
Fall to Laura Leslie's share.
Soon, upon a summer morning,
Mary stands by Laura's side,
Little orphan hands adorning
Harry's young and happy bride.
First, when she had seen him weary,
Worn and wasted by the heat,
Simple-hearted orphan Mary
Ask'd him in to take a seat.
Twenty little minutes, stolen
From her working, fled away;
Then she rose, with eyelids swollen :
Laura rang ; she must not stay.
Mary gave one kiss at parting,
Turn'd, and lo, across the hall,
Angry looks at her were darting ;
Angry eyes had seen it all.
Laura's parents watch' d, regretting
Time so shamefully misspent :
What example she was setting
To the whole establishment!
Mary blushed and stood convicted ;
Often had she heard it said
Followers were interdicted ;
Wherefore had she disobeyed ?
What though John was true and loving
What though he was all to her ?
In the sphere where she was moving
He was but " a follower."
II.
Orphan Mary has a lover ;
Miles away from her is he ;
The wintry clouds that hang above her
Scarcely are so sad as she.
Every morning when she wakens,
Prays she for her absent John ;
On a knotted stick she reckons
Every lonely day that's gone.
Twice a year he leaves his labour,
Walks across the country wide,
And waits for Mary in an arbour,
By the Leslies' garden-side.
Twice a-year, now, orphan Mary
Waits till every servant sleeps ;
Then, with footsteps slow and wary,
To the lonely arbour creeps.
There, or nowhere, she must meet him;
Ere the morning, he must go ;
There, unseen, her kiss may greet him ;
There, unchid, her tears may flow.
Thus, an angry witness dreading,
Mary thinks her love her shame :
Should it never end in wedding,
Who shall bear the bitter blame ?
293
THE CAEDEOSS CASE AND THE FEEE CHUECH OF SCOTLAND.
PUBLIC attention has been widely
called to a late judgment of the Master
of the Eolls on certain questions affect-
ing the Baptist Churches in England.
During some months Scotland has been
the field of a contest in some respects
similar, but exciting much more interest.
There have been published pamphlets,
sermons, reviews of sermons, speeches,
letters, and other forms of popular
address ; and, with about a score of these
selected as materials, together with the
pleadings and the authentic report of
the Cause, it is proposed here to attempt
a brief exposition of the questions and
principles involved.
The interest in ecclesio-political ques-
tions in Scotland is both deeper and
wider than in England. Two causes of
this difference may be noticed : first,
the broad basis of the Scottish reforma-
tion, and the extent to which the common
people took part in it ; and, secondly,
the mental habits of the Scotch. The
struggles for freedom in Scotland have
been chiefly in connexion with eccle-
siastical institutions ; and the republican
form of these favoured the individual
political education of the members, and,
in the absence of free Parliamentary
debate, afforded an open arena for the
discussion of questions of national or
local interest. Indeed, the republi-
can spirit, in connexion with exist-
ing political confusions and threatened
political dissolution, had at one time
(if we may trust Sir Walter Scott's
judgment on such a matter of history)
all but subjugated the civil constitution
of Scotland, and moulded it into cor-
responding forms. Connect with this
the speculative and logical mental habits,
— the tendency to carry out a principle
or idea to its remotest conclusions, un-
willingly admitting the control of prac-
tical regulative influences, — add the
sacred and patriotic memories and asso-
ciations which have gathered round those
ideas or institutions ; and some explana-
tion is afforded of the strong hold which
questions of this nature have taken of
the popular mind in Scotland.
About twenty years ago a conflict was
begun in the Church of Scotland, ending
in 1843 in a crisis which has been
since generally known as " the Disrup-
tion " — the name with which it was
baptized by Chalmers, who wholly iden-
tified himself with those forming, from
that time forward, the Eree Church of
Scotland.
Now, till the event disclosed some-
thing obvious to the most careless on-
looker— the spontaneous withdrawal of
nearly 500 ministers, and large bodies of
the people, from a national establishment,
of which they formed, probably, in num-
ber fully one-third part, in value consi-
derably more — it is perhaps not far from
the truth to say, that what was convuls-
ing Scotland from the Solway to the
Pentland Firth was generally regarded
in England rather with a sort of puzzled
wonder than with any intelligent sym-
pathy or appreciation. The question at
issue seemed too abstract and metaphy-
sical to take any hold of the general
mind ; and for every ten persons who
looked with interest, whether in admi-
ration of the sacrifice, or in censure of
its rashness, on the visible results, pro-
bably scarcely one had a distinct concep-
tion of the processes of thought, out of
which these results came.
The conflict between the Courts of
Law and the Church Courts arose out
of an attempt made by the Church — in
all good faith, and with general consent —
to limit the rights of the patronage of
parochial churches, by allowing a con-
clusive negative voice to the congrega-
tion ; but the final ground of separation
was the refusal of the Church to submit
to judgments of the Courts of Law
reversing sentences of Suspension and
Deposition, and otherwise directly inter-
fering with ecclesiastical censures. The
claim of the Church was one to abso-
lute independence of all external con-
trol in matters of government and
The Cardross Case and the Free Church of Scotland.
discipline ; practically, that at least
no interference should be allowed to
prevent the adoption of whatever mea-
sures Avere thought essential, or bene-
ficial, and expedient. The theoretical
view was in many quarters strongly
presented, and gave birth to the idea
which fired the people. But many felt a
difficulty in adopting this view, at least
without reserve, inasmuch as it appeared
hardly to consist with the history of the
Church. Such unqualified rights seemed,
indeed, to have been claimed, but never
conceded or possessed. The practical
view, especially as it modified the exer-
cise of patronage which had been much
complained of, was highly popular.
Yet these questions were so closely
intertwined with the very foundations
and fabric of the Church, regarded as an
institution fenced with special laws, and
resting on historical traditions, that
without some knowledge of these the
nature and urgency of that crisis can
hardly be understood. They cannot be
here dwelt on, but the subject must not
be touched without some acknowledg-
ment of the energy, devotion, powers
of organization, and practical efficiency
which have made the Free Church
eminent even in a country where these
qualities unusually abound. The old tra-
ditions have proved themselves an invalu-
able inheritance ; and it may have hardly
lived long enough under the new condi-
tions to have altogether tested its powers
of independent existence, or to be en-
titled to claim a victory over the new
dangers. It remains to be seen whether
it will have patience and faith in the
future, so as to resist the pressing tempta-
tion to choose rather an apparent pre-
sent success, than strength, dignity, sta-
bility, and ultimate triumph. It has
already shown an industry, earnestness,
and ability which, if only regulated by
a wise regard to the long life and late
maturity of institutions, can hardly fail
to confer blessings on Scotland.
The present question is only in part
the same as that which was involved in
the former struggles. Then the Church
and its opponents equally pleaded the
statutes of the Legislature, by which it
was at once protected and limited. In
the present case there are no statutes to
be appealed to, unless as fixing or in-
terpreting the usages of the Church ;
and there is little difficulty in making
the question intelligible even to readers
who may not be well versed in this re-
gion of Scottish history. For the sake
of such readers it may be well, in one
or two sentences, to describe the organi-
zation of the Presbyterian Churches in
Scotland, as this is seen in that Church
to which these remarks specially relate.
The congregational court known as
the " Kirk Session," is composed of the
minister and the elders, both elected by
the members of the congregation. The
elders may be assumed generally to range
in number from five to twenty ; are,
with few exceptions, married men, or
" heads of families ;" are always, it may
be said, of good character, varying in
pecuniary circumstances and social status
with the nature of the congregation. Its
jurisdiction extends over the members of
the congregation ; and by its authority
children are baptized, or adults admitted
to the communion ; and it has power " to
" suspend from the Lord's Table a person
"not yet cast out of the Church/' Of
old it wielded the terrors of the " cutty
stool." The minister is the chairman,
or "moderator" (the preserver of order),
a word which is applied to the president
of each of the Church Courts.
The next court in order of rank is the
Presbytery, consisting of the ministers
of a group of neighbouring congregations,
and one elder from each of them. Be-
sides an appellate jurisdiction as regards
the Kirk Sessions, its authority extends
over the ministers as well as the mem-
bers of the congregations within its
bounds. Its meetings are usually month-
ly. There are seventy-one Presbyteries
of the Free Church in Scotland.
Next comes the Synod, or provincial
assembly, composed of the members of
several adjoining Presbyteries. Its juris-
diction is not original, but appellate, or
on reference only, from the judgment
or on the application of one of these
Presbyteries. There are seventeen
Synods.
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Lastly, the General Assembly consists
of ministers and elders holding commis-
sions (hence called commissioners) as
representatives from the Presbyteries in
a fixed proportion, according to the
number of ministers they contain re-
spectively. There are about four hun-
dred members (the number of congrega-
tions in the Free Church being about
eight hundred), half of them ministers,
and half of them elders. It meets once
a year in Edinburgh, in the month of
May, holding its sittings during ten or
twelve days. Its authority is legislative,
judicial, and executive, and extends
over the whole area of the Church, and
over all the inferior courts.
In the General Assembly of the Es-
tablished Church there have been, from
very early times, members appointed not
by any ecclesiastical court, but by the
Royal Burghs ; and a Commissioner
(always in practice a peer of Scotland)
appointed by the Queen, is enthroned
as her representative, but takes no active
part in the proceedings.
In the Free Church Assembly there
is no representative of any of the Burghs,
nor, of course, of the Queen. Another
difference may be noticed here : — that
persons accused are not permitted to
appear by their counsel in any of its
courts. This is a departure (whether wisely
adopted or not) from the settled practice
of the Established Church. AVith these
remarks, by way of introduction, the
facts of the present case may be now
narrated.
The Minister of Cardross, having been
from the tune of the Disruption a minis-
ter of the Free Church, was in February,
1858, served with a libel (or indictment)
by the Presbytery- of Dumbarton, to
which he was subject. It contained
three counts. The two first related to
alleged instances of intoxication ; the
third accused him of an immodest assault.
The Presbytery found the first count
not proven ; the second substantially
proven (but with the exception of
one of the alleged facts — indistinctness
of speech) ; the third proven, but with
exceptions which essentially altered its
nature, so that the conviction under it
was only of rude and violent behaviour.
Against this judgment, so far as unfa-
vourable to himself, the accused protested
and appealed to the Synod of Glasgow
and Ayr. There was no complaint
(which would have been quite in order)
by any members of the Presbytery, who
might deem the sentence too favourable.
The judgment of the Synod was in these
terms : " The Synod did and hereby
" do sustain the protest and appeal, dis-
" charge the first count of the libel, and
" find the second and third counts thereof
" not proven."
The Presbytery appealed against this
judgment, so far as it was adverse to
their own sentence, and several members
of the Synod also dissented and com-
plained to the General Assembly; whose
decision was : " That on the first count
" of the minor proposition of the libel "
(the indictment being syllogistic in
form) "the Assembly allow the judgment
" of the Synod to stand ; on the second
" count of the minor proposition of the
" Kbel, sustain the dissent and complaint
" and appeal, reverse the judgment of
' the Synod, and affirm the judgment of
' the Presbytery, finding the charge in
' the said count proven ; and on the
' third count of the minor proposition
' of the libel, sustain the dissent and
' complaint, reverse the judgment of
' the Synod, and find the whole of the
' charge in said count, as framed ori-
' ginally in the libel, proven." There-
after the Assembly, on the motion of the
Rev. Dr. Candlish, resolved that the
Minister of Cardross shouldbe suspended
from his office sine die, and be loosed
from his charge ; which sentence was ac-
cordingly pronounced, with the further
declaration, that he "cannot be restored
" to the office of the ministry, except by
" the General Assembly."
By the next step the first point of
contact with the jurisdiction of the
civil courts is reached. The Minister of
Cardross, in order to prevent the sen-
tence against him being carried into
effect, applied to the Court of Session1
1 The Court of Session is the supreme civil
court in Scotland, having as well an equitable
as a legal jurisdiction. It consists of thirteen
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for suspension of the sentence and in-
terdict against the General Assembly,
on the ground that the judgment of the
Presbytery, so far as not appealed
against, was final, and that the Assem-
bly had no power to revive against him
a charge thus conclusively negatived.
The application was refused by the Lord
Ordinary, as incompetent. The General
Assembly, still in session, learning that
such an application had been made, and
finding that it purported to be an appli-
cation to the Civil Court to suspend
their sentence, resolved to summon the
(quondam) Minister of Cardross to ap-
pear at their bar "to answer for his
conduct thereanent" The citation was
accordingly served on him, on the 28th
of May (about twelve o'clock at night),
to appear before the Assembly on the 1st
of June. The following is his state-
ment of what there took place, and its
substantial accuracy seems admitted.
" On the said 1st of June the pursuer
' accordingly appeared before the said
' General Assembly of the Free Church,
' and he was there called upon by the
moderator to state whether or not he
' had authorized the application referred
' to to the Civil Court. In' consequence
' of and in compliance with this call,
' the pursuer was beginning to read the
' explanation and protest, a copy of
' which is produced, when he was in-
' terrupted by the defender, Dr. Cand-
' lish, who moved that he should not be
' allowed to give any explanation what-
' ever, but that his answers should be
' restricted to a categorical ' yea ' or
' 'nay'; and, though the pursuer claimed
' and insisted on his right to be heard,
' he was, in consequence of the motion
' of the defender, Dr. Candlish, which
' was carried, peremptorily commanded
' by the moderator to restrict his an-
judges ; of whom four form the first, and four
the second division, or " Inner House," as each
of these is called ; the other five sitting as
single judges, or " Lords Ordinary," and decid-
ing causes in the first instance after having
superintended them until ripe for final judg-
ment. Their decision is subject to review by
one or other division of the Court. The judges
in rotation dispose of urgent and summary
applications hi chambers.
" swer to 'yea' or 'nay,' as no explana-
" tion, or anything but a bare affirmative
" or negative answer, would be taken or
"heard from him." Having answered
in the affirmative he was then ordered
to leave the bar, and retired from the
Assembly. Whereupon, in his absence,
the Assembly, on the motion of Dr.
Candlish, seconded by Dr. Bannerman,
resolved, that in respect of the reply so
given he should " be deposed from the
" office of the holy ministry ; and this
" was accordingly done. This is the
" sentence, deposition, or proceeding
"complained of, and such are the cir-
" cumstances in which it was passed or
"agreed to." "The pursuer" (it is
added) "has also, in consequence of the
" said deposition, been removed from his
"office of clerk to the Free Synod of
" Glasgow and Ayr."
The Minister of the Free Church of
Cardross had thus been first suspended,
and afterwards deposed from his office
by sentences of the General Assembly.
In the hope of setting these aside, or at
least of getting pecuniary compensation,
he instituted two actions (or suits) in
the Court of Session. The first of these
was directed against the General Assem-
bly and its representative officers ; and
called for the production, with a view to
its being declared illegal, of the sen-
tence of suspension. The second action
was directed against the same persons ;
and also against certain individual
defenders — namely, the moderator who
pronounced it, and the Ministers who
moved and seconded the resolution
which led to its being pronounced.
His statement is, that having been one
of the ministers of the Church of Scot-
land at the time of the Disruption, he
soon afterwards became Minister of the
Free Church of Cardross, and was ap-
pointed clerk to the Synod of Glasgow
and Ayr in 1848 ; and that his emolu-
ments, including the value of a manse
(or parsonage-house), amounted to about
2147. per annum. "And in conse-
" quence of the decision, sentence, depo-
" sition or proceedings complained of,
" the pursuer has been deprived, in his
" old age, and after a ministry without
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" reproach of above thirty years' dura-
" lion, of his only means of obtaining a
" livelihood, and he has been otherwise
f greatly injured in his character, credit,
" feelings, and prospects." This action
aimed at the reduction of the sentence
of deposition ; and in both actions dam-
ages were also claimed for the alleged
injuries suffered or anticipated.
For the pursuer, it was pleaded, that
the sentences of the Assembly were
illegal and invalid; inasmuch as, (1)
The sentence of suspension proceeded
on charges which were not lawfully
under the cognisance of the Assembly,
no appeal or complaint having been
brought against the sentence of ac-
quittal by the Presbytery, which still
in fact stood unreversed. (2) Under
the proceedings relating to the depo-
sition, no libel was served on the
accused, which the laws and practice of
the Church required. (3) No evidence
was adduced to prove the criminal acts,
while on the other hand there had been
no admission of guilt ; and (4) No op-
portunity was allowed to the accused of
being heard in defence.
It was pleaded for the Church —
" The action is incompetent, and cannot
"and ought not to be entertained in
"this Court, because, (1st) The sentence
u complained of having been pronounced
" in a matter of ecclesiastical discipline,
" by a judicatory of the Free Church of
" Scotland, an association of Christians
" tolerated and protected by law, any
"review of or complaint against that
" sentence in the civil courts is excluded :
" and (2d) the pursuer, as a minister of
"the Free Church, contracted and
" bound himself to submit to the disci-
' pline and government of that Church.
'(3d) It is not a relevant ground for
' calling for production and reduction
' of the writs in question, that the de-
fenders have deviated from the ordi-
' nary forms of process in observance in
'the Free Church, the same being a
"matter exclusively within the cogni-
"sance and regulation of the Free
" Church and its judicatories." And in
the written argument for the defendants,
the Free Church, it is pleaded, that
No. 10. — VOL. u.
" while the Free Church cannot prevent
'persons betaking themselves to the
' civil courts, they can say, and have
' said, that, as a Church of Christ, tole-
' rated by law, they have an indepen-
' dent jurisdiction in spiritual matters,
' and that, if a member does not choose
" to abide by their sentences, he cannot
" remain in their body. That is their
" fundamental principle." And again :
" But there is another plea not less im-
" portant than these. It is, whether the
" subject matter of these actions is such
" as the civil courts can regard ; or
"whether, in any circumstances, they
"will undertake to reverse the merely
' spiritual sentences of a voluntary
' Church. The jurisdiction of the
' Court of Session must be exercised
' consistently with the toleration which
' all religious societies enjoy. The go-
'vernment, discipline, and worship,
' distinctive of such religious societies,
" are essential to them as such, and
"are therefore as much sanctioned by
" the law as the societies themselves."
And Whately, Locke, and Lord Mans-
field are quoted in support of this gene-
ral view.
The position of the Free Church is
statedinthe pleadings tobe strongly forti-
fied by the terms of certain documents
connected with the "Disruption"— espe-
cially the Formula, subscribed by all
Free Church ministers as a condition of
licence and of ordination, in which the
general principles asserted by the Free
Church are professed, and an express
promise is made " to submit to the said
" discipline, government, and exclusive
"jurisdiction of this Church, and not
"endeavour directly or indirectly the
" prejudice or subversion of the same."
On the special questions thus raised
there has not yet been any judgment.
But there has been a preliminary dis-
cussion regarding the power of the Court
to interfere, which took the technical
form of an argument as to the liability
of the defendants to "satisfy the pro-
duction"— that is, to produce judicially
before the Court the sentences com-
plained of; and on this point only has
a judgment been pronounced. There
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is some advantage in thus calling atten-
tion to the case in its present immature
condition. The question now under
consideration is, not, whether the
Minister of Cardross was or was not
guilty of the offences charged against
him ; nor, whether, after the materials
for final judgment have been afforded,
the Court will find reason to conclude
that the proceedings of the Assembly
have been, or have not been, in con-
formity with its laws and constitution —
a question on which any expression of
opinion would be premature. It is a
still wider and more important inquiry
to which attention is here called ;
namely, whether, a civil interest being
involved, or apparently involved, in the
proceedings of a voluntary Church, taken
with an immediate view to internal
order and discipline, the Courts of Law
will, on the suit of one of the members,
deeming himself wronged, inquire into
the laws and constitution of the Church,
in order to determine whether these
afford probable grounds for such pro-
ceedings, and, in the. event of its being
made to appear in the contrary, in order
to give such redress as may, in the cir-
cumstances, be just and practicable.
The judgment of the Lord Ordinary
in favour of the defendants "sustaining
"the preliminary defences, and dis-
" missing the actions as incompetent,"
having been brought under the review
of the First Division of the Court, was
unanimously reversed, and it was decided
that the defendants must produce, for
the consideration and judgment of the
Court, the sentences of suspension and
deposition, to which the actions related,
together with the warrants on which the
sentences were grounded. The opinions
of the judges are elaborate and concur-
rent; but it would be out of place
here to do more than indicate the general
principles on which they all profess to
be rested. These are — that in a volun-
tary Church, or any other voluntary
society, there is no jurisdiction, properly
so called, and that any authority exer-
cised over the members depends, for its
justification, on their own consent ; that
the laws of the society (unless invalid
because inconsistent with public policy)
are to be held conclusive as between
the members and office-bearers, but
that any proceedings not authorized by
these laws will not be protected from
question by the mere fact that they are
the proceedings of such a Church or of
its office-bearers, and relate directly to
internal discipline ; and that the Church
or its office-bearers, or individual mem-
bers, may become liable in reparation to
any member who has suffered in conse-
quence of such proceedings.1
This judgment of the Court, waited
for with anxiety, was received by a
large part of the Free Church, and by
some members of other non-conforming
Churches, with indignation, or dismay ;
and a meeting of the members of the
General Assembly of the Free Church
(termed a meeting of its "Commission")
was held, on the 18th of January, to
consider the course to be taken. Many
members, it is understood, came to that
meeting prepared to recommend extreme
measures ; but the counsels of the less
impetuous and more influential lay
members prevailed in the meeting, and
the recommendations embodied in the
Report of a Committee of the Assembly
were adopted. It was accordingly re-
solved that the sentences of suspension
and deposition should be judicially pro-
duced. The speeches made at an ad-
journed meeting, to which the public were
admitted (the meeting for consultation
having been private) have been pub-
lished, as revised by the speakers ; but,
being all on one side, neither give ex-
pression to the differences of temper and
sentiment already noticed, nor shew the
real difficulties of the question.
In the case of the Norwich Baptists,
already referred to, public attention was
called in the Times to " the calm and
' peaceable resort of the disputants to a
'Court of Law, the quiet and natural
' action of the Court in a case so appa-
'rently strange, as features forcibly
'illustrative of English feeling and
1 December 23, 1859. See "Cases in the
Court of Session &c. vol. xxii. pp. 290 to
328.
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299
" habits." It may be a question if these
remarks could be applied with truth to
the Cardross case ; and, indeed, the
manner in which the judgment of the
Court was received by those whom it
chiefly concerned, suggests a doubt
whether the judges of Scotland have yet
universally earned the reputation for
calm, dignified, impartial bearing in the
administration of the laws, which has
long so honourably distinguished the
judges of England, and won for their
office the public confidence. And it
may be remarked, that a reader of the
opinions by which the judgment in the
Cardross case was prefaced, will hardly
find in them any expressions tending to
show that the judges were much im-
pressed with the extreme delicacy of
treatment requisite for such questions,
and the respect due to a region of thought
and feeling which, although too high
and etherial to come within the proper
sphere of their jurisdiction, can never be
safely ignored or treated with levity.
At the same time, some of the quota-
tions already made from the arguments
for the Free Church, rather seem to in-
dicate that these sacred elements had
been from that quarter imported into a
question, towards the solution of which
they can probably bring no contribu-
tion. They are not within the province
of Courts of Law, and can only be
validly pleaded there on the hypothesis
that the judges are to determine what
is the true idea of a Christian Church,
and what institutions, claiming authority
in that character, are to have their
authority recognised and their judg-
ments executed by the Courts of Law.
Perhaps in no way could the liberties
of the Churches in this country be more
effectually undermined and destroyed
than by the establishment of such a prin-
ciple; for, since there are certainly no
existing laws defining what, for such pur-
poses, a Christian Church is, the decision
would in each case be determined by the
mere theological tenets of the particular
judges ; with results too disastrous to be
needlessly depicted or imagined. For
the danger is not imminent ; the Courts
of Law will give no countenance to
such a proposition. Nor does the allied
position seem capable of being easily
maintained — that such sentences as
those under question in this case are
so purely spiritual and within the do-
main of the conscience as not to contain
any elements for the adjudication of
civil courts. It would rather appear
that a Church, in becoming an organized
society or institution, necessarily comes
under the conditions common to all such
social organisms. It may also contem-
plate higher aims, and possess other
special qualities ; but at least it must
possess those which are general or uni-
versal; and, however spiritual such
sentences may be deemed, they have
certain civil effects, or ought to have
such effects — which can only be made
to follow them, in case of any refusal
to submit, by the intervention of the
Courts of Justice.
It must be added that, in the argu-
ment for the Free Church, the jurisdic-
tion of the Courts of Law has been
admitted to extend over all the property,
of vhatever nature, which the Church
may be possessed of; and that the
refusal to give effect to the sentences of
the Church, in so far as they relate to its
disposal, is not resented as an invasion,
of the region claimed as sacred. It
needs little reflection, however, to satisfy
any mind familiar with inquiries of this
nature, that the distinction here assumed,
though plausible, is inadequate. Legis-
lative enactments, and the daily ex-
perience of Courts of Law, equally attest,
that restrictions are enforced, rights
protected, and wrongs redressed, affect-
ing character, feeling, liberty, as falling
within the domain of civil government,
which the assumed distinction would
exclude ; and in the later arguments for
the Church larger concessions have been
made.
If, then, there is to be inquiry by the
Courts of Law, what are its limits 1 It is
admitted, that the only questions to be
put are — (1) Is there anything in the
proceeding immoral, or otherwise con-
trary to public- law 1 And (2) Is it,
apparently, in accordance with the con-
stitution of the Church ? The autonomy
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of the Churches is entirely admitted, or,
rather assumed. Subject to the provi-
sions of public law, Churches may
organize themselves with perfect free-
dom, and the Courts of Justice will recog-
nise and give civil effect to their sen-
tences. Here is the conclusive answer
to the cry of persecution, raised in
some quarters with reference to the pos-
sible decision in the present case. And,
it is to be remarked, that, to call in
question and refuse civil effect to a
sentence passed in disregard or defiance
of the constitution and laws of the
Church in whose name it is uttered, may
not be to invade the liberties of the
Church, but to protect these from the
incursions of a temporary majority of
its members or office-bearers. For, if a
Church be an organism, it must act
through its laws and constitution, which
express and regulate its life ; and what
is done in contradiction of these is the
act only of certain individuals, not the
act of the Church. And, without ascrib-
ing to Courts of Law any peculiar exemp-
tion from human error, it will probably
be admitted that, on the whole, at least
in England, the rare and never unso-
licited interference, exercised by them in
such cases, has been just and beneficial.
Never unsolicited — and this limitation is
of the utmost importance — for it is only
when the refusal to submit to such an
ecclesiastical sentence proves that the
question is no longer, in a strict sense,
within the forum, or court of conscience,
that the interference is possible. And
when, in such circumstances, the plea of
conscience is urged by the Church, as
excluding the jurisdiction of the Courts
of Law, what is really (although, perhaps,
not consciously) contended for is, the
right of the Church, or of a majority,
to compel the submission of a member to
a sentence which his own conscience
does not itself acknowledge and make
effectual. This is plainly not a mere
question of conscience ; and on the
rebellious members sentences cannot
become operative without the interven-
tion of the Courts of Law. A power to
execute their own sentences would be
inconsistent with the well-being of the
Churches themselves, depriving them of
their most peculiar characteristic ; and
the evils- would be scarcely less were the
Courts of Justice, without inquiry, to
carry them into execution.
The alarm with which, in some
quarters, the judgment of the Court
has been regarded, can hardly be under-
stood without noticing its relation to
a peculiar dogma (or, perhaps, rather a
peculiar mode of expression), giving an
exaggerated importance to this case.
It is a special form of the general
idea of the independenpe or autonomy
of the Church as a Divine Institution.
It is the subject of many recent ser-
mons and speeches ; and of a large
part of a " Catechism on the principles
and constitution of the Free Church,"
published under the sanction of the
General Assembly (although of ques-
tionable authority), in which the fol-
lowing questions and answers on the
subject occur (pp. 9,10). " Q. 10. Who
"is the Head of the visible Church1?
"A. The Lord Jesus Christ. Q. 16.
"What is your meaning when you say
' that Christ is the Head of the visible
'Church? A. I mean that it is the
' kingdom of which He is the only Lord
• and Lawgiver ; of the institutions of
' which He is the sole author ; and the
'peculiar privileges, immunities, and
'benefits enjoyed by which proceed
' from, and are conferred by Him alone.
' Q. 17. What do you mean when you say
" that Christ is the Head of every par-
" ticular Church, or branch of the visible
" Church ? A. The meaning is, that
"what He is to the whole, He is, and
" must be, to every part ; since it would
" be subversive of the relation in which
" He stands to the universal body as its
" Head, to suppose Him not to stand in
" the very same relation to the several
"communities of which the Catholic
" Church is made up."
As an example of the practical appli-
cation of this doctrine or phraseology, a
few sentences may be quoted from a
Sermon by Dr. Candlish, as in some sort
one of the most representative of the
Sermons recently preached on this topic ;
its author being one of the most eminent
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301
and influential orators and preachers in
the Church to which he belongs.1
"I cannot consent to the Church visible
" being dealt with as if it were less truly
" the body of Christ than the Church
" invisible. To me the Church visible ;
' the Church of which I am a member ;
'is most practically and immediately,
' the body of Christ ; — more so, I would
' say, in an important sense, than even
' the Church invisible ; — more so, at all
" events, when a testing crisis comes.
" With the Church invisible, the true
" spiritual body of Christ, Caesar cannot
" interfere. The sentences passed with
" reference to it, he cannot review.
" With perfect ease and safety therefore,
' I can maintain the independence of
'the Church invisible. And affecting
' a high and transcendental spirituality,
' which looks on questions of outward
' rule and order, touching the relations
'of Church and State, as beneath its
' notice, I may suffer Caesar to have his
' own way in all the actual ongoings of
'the outstanding Christian community
' on earth ; — while in a region far
' apart and far above, I place the un-
" seen crown of a practically inoperative
" spiritual headship, upon the brows of
" an unseen Lord, allowed to reign over
" an unseen realm.
" But it is not so with me ; it cannot
" be, if I rightly apprehend the nature
" of the kingdom which Christ meant
"to found, and has founded, in the-
" world. It is not indeed absolutely
" identical with the kingdom as it is to
" exist in the heavenly state. It has in
" it worldly elements ; it is . liable to
" worldly mischances and mistakes. But
" it is Christ's ordinance nevertheless ;
" it is Christ's body. It is to be treated
" as his body. And I am no more to
" suffer the interference of Caesar in its
" concerns, than I would do, if it were
1 "Church and State." A Sermon on the
Principles of the Free Church of Scotland.
By R. S. Caudlish, D.D., preached in St.
George's Free Church, Edinburgh, on Sabbath,
Nov. 13 (1859), the day appointed by the As-
sembly for advocating the principles of the
Free Church of Scotland, and making a col-
lection on behalf of the Ante-Disruption
Ministers.
" the new Jerusalem itself come down
" out of heaven, prepared as a bride
" adorned for her husband ! "
From these quotations it is apparent
that High-Church doctrine is not alto-
gether unknown to present Scotch Pres-
byterianism. But it is difficult out of
such discourse on a subject like this to
extract any definite thought, which might
aid in the decision of the question,
whether there truly lies hid under this
language (in so far as it differs from
other assertions of ecclesiastical autho-
rity) any specific doctrine : or whether,
on the other hand, it is only a tradi-
tional mode of expression extended be-
yond its original sense, and encrusted
with sacred associations. The fact that
there is a tenacious adherence to the old
phraseology, and an unwillingness, or
inability, to translate it into more mo-
dern forms, rather supports the latter
view, which might be confirmed by a
reference to the venerable authoritative
standards of the Church of Scotland —
from the first of these (or John Knox's)
Confession of Faith of the Church of
Scotland, ratified by the Parliament in
1560, to the latest of them, the West-
minster Confession, sanctioned by the
General Assembly in 1 647.
The extreme views put forth in most
of the sermons, preached on the occasion
referred to, that have been published,
have not been uncontradicted. In a
sermon entitled " The Church and its
Living Head," by the Rev. Wm. Hanna,
LL.D.,2 preached on the same occasion,
these passages occur : —
" The controversy between us and that
" Establishment from which we have re-
2 Dr. Hanna is already known to the public
as the biographer and son-in-law of Dr. Chal-
mers. Another interesting volume has been
published recently, consisting of two courses
of lectures, which he delivered to the mem-
bers of the Philosophical Institution of Edin-
burgh ; the first on " Wiclifie and his Times,"
and the second on " The Huguenots." They
show careful study, are written in an earnest,
truthful, candid spirit, and will incline those
who may have perused them to regard with
more respect the sentiments of the author on
the subject at present under consideration.
302
The Cardross Case and the Free Church of Scotland.
"tired, does not touch the doctrine of
"Christ's Headship as taught in Holy
" Writ, so as to give any true ground for
" saying that we uphold, and that the
" Established Church denies, that Head-
ship. The whole question at issue
"between us has respect alone to the
"functions and government of the
"Church, regarded as an external or-
" ganized society. But it is not of any
"incorporated society of professing
" Christians, however pure its member-
" ship, however exactly its institutions,
" laws, and government, may correspond
" with those set up by our Lord and his
" Apostles, that Christ is said in Scrip-
"ture to be the Head. The Church,
" which is his body, is composed alone
"of those who, by true faith, are in
"vital union with Him through the
"indwelling of the Holy Spirit. All
" the descriptions given of that Church,
"all the attributes and prerogatives
"assigned to it, all the promises held
" out and made good to it, are such as
" can belong alone to the body of true
" believers, the company of faithful men
"in Christ Jesus our Lord. They do
"not and they cannot apply to any
" organized society whatever, viewed as
" such. There has been no greater per-
" version of Holy Writ, none more
"widely and fatally misleading, than
"that by which those descriptions,
"attributes, powers, prerogatives, pro-
"mises, which belong alone to the
" spiritual brotherhood of true believers,
" have been transferred and attached to
" an external institute calling itself the
« Church."
" The attempt has been made to throw
"a peculiar and additional sanctity
" around that testimony, by erecting it
" into a separate religious dogma or doc-
" trine — that, namely, -of the Headship of
" Christ over the visible Church. That
" attempt I have endeavoured to expose,
"by showing that no such separate
" dogma is taught in Holy Writ ; that
" so far as it is taught there, it resolves
"itself into the general truth of the
"supremacy of Christ's revealed will,
"and that, as thus taught, our oppo-
"nents cannot fairly be charged with
"repudiating it. For other and wider
"purposes, I have endeavoured to un-
' fold to you the true idea of the Church,
'by teaching you to distinguish care-
' fully between that Church of the first-
' born, of whose birth and life, dignities
' and destiny, such glorious things have
'been spoken, and any outward and
'organized community of professing
' Christians. Keep this distinction
' steadily in view, and the spell of that
' arrogant assumption will be broken by
' which the Church of Rome claims for
' herself all the powers and prerogatives
' of the unseen Church of God. Keep
'this distinction steadily in view, and,
"under cover of an unconscious confu-
"sion of the two different meanings of
"the term Church, you will discover
"some stern substantial embodiments,
"and some thin ghosts of the Popish
"theory stalking in regions remote
" enough from Rome."
Some of the other recent pamphlets
show this sermon to have met with a re-
ception from a large and influential part
of the Free Church, revealing a danger to
its liberties which may be greatly more
serious, although more insidious, than
any which can be anticipated from the
Courts of Justice. The free expression
of conviction is plainly essential to its
life ; and all attempts by means of mis-
representation, calumny, public accusa-
tions of heresy or treachery, or by other
similar too familiar weapons, to resent
or preclude the utterance of those differ-
ences, which in every truly Free Church
must exist, ought to be regarded as acts
of hostility to its liberties, and disavowed
and reprobated by all its real friends.
One or two of these publications might,
indeed, justly fall under this censure,
but they had best be forgotten, and will
not be here named. From another out
of this bundle a few sentences may be
quoted, as written in a different spirit.1
"It will surprise no careful observer to
"find that, while the simply practical
" Free Churchmen have been for years
" quiet and silent, the other party in the
1 "The Recent Sermons on the Headship
Reviewed," by the Rev. Walter Smith, Free
Roxburgh Church, Edinburgh.
A Talk about the National Rifle Meeting at Wimbledon. 303
" church, who held the doctrine of the
" ' Headship of Christ ' — or rather, who
" identified that doctrine with the posi-
" tion which they maintained — have been
"ceaselessly busy, disseminating their
" opinion within the church and with-
"out. The consequence is, that any
"modification of that opinion is apt to
ube regarded as a kind of treason
"against the Disruption, an attempt to
" whitewash the Establishment, and to
"make the sacrifice of the Free Church
" a sort of martyrdom by mistake. The
"extreme party have managed so to
"diffuse the leaven of their idea, that
" all freedom of opinion is well-nigh
" silenced; and thoughtful, living, earnest
" Free Churchmen are terrified into mere
"disruption formulas. Nothing could
"more emphatically illustrate this spirit
"than the way in which Dr. Hanna's
" sermon was greeted on its appearance,
" and is still very generally regarded."
Again, with reference to the sermons
on the other side, there is this important
testimony, — "I believe^ indeed, that
"they only represent a portion of the
" Free Church community. The men of
'thought among us, — those who give
'the tone to opinion, and lead on the
' progress of the present into the future,
' — think, we- are assured, far otherwise.
'The whole current of opinion in the
' higher circles of intelligence is to exalt
' the spiritual, and to make less and
'less of mere forms and machineries."
P. 9.
The Cardross case has already given
rise to valuable discussions of important
principles ; and may have also disclosed
hidden internal dangers to the Church
immediately concerned. The final deci-
sion of the Cause iray probably be
waited without great solicitude. The
Church which Knox planted, having
during three centuries survived all the
storms and convulsions under which
Scotland has suffered and attained the
present maturity, and having been able
to keep its hold against the assaults of a
powerful neighbour, must, although
weakened by divisions, be too deeply
rooted in the affections of the nation
to be likely to perish by any external
violence.
A TALK ABOUT THE NATIONAL EIFLE ASSOCIATION MEETING
AT WIMBLEDON.
BY J. 0. TEMPLES, CAPTAIN COMMANDING 18lH MIDDLESEX.
Tom. You were at Wimbledon, at the
great national rifle meeting. By all the
accounts I have seen of it, it must have
been a great success ; but I should like
to hear" some of the details from an eye-
witness ; so tell me about it, for I was
confined to my post here by work of all
sorts.
Jack. Well, in a desultory sort of way,
I will ; but, remember, I was not pre-
sent the whole time, as my avocations
called me back to London nearly every
day. You shall have, and welcome,
what passed under my own observation ;
and I will also give you some thoughts
that have occurred to me since.
T. Do so.
J. The first thing that struck one was
the complete mixture of classes ; — it
forced itself on your notice immediately,
and although in the formation of our
company I had been somewhat accus-
tomed to it, it did not come so home as
when I saw it on a large scale, and
amongst strangers. There were men
holding the highest social positions mix-
«jing as equals with others not so for-
tunately placed, and along the whole
line of civil society. It came off some-
thing in this shape : the volunteers were
formed into squads, each about sixteen
strong, and the officer in charge took the
names down on a paper, the surnames
only, and then called them out as they
came, without titles or additions 6"f any
kind, thus, — Bowling, Buckshorn, John-
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son, Childers, Clasper, &c. The first
might be a peer, the second a working
man, the third a shopkeeper, the fourth
a yeoman, the fifth a captain in the
Guards, and so on. There they stood,
shoulder to shoulder, intent on the same
object, to test their skill in a generous
rivalry ; and the volunteer uniform
showed no difference. You will see the
Times, in giving the names, does the
same. It was the old public school
custom over again, and is a sure sign of
healthy feeling. Men stood upon their
merits alone, their personal merits in
the use of the rifle. Besides, the inter-
mixture of classes did more ; it showed
us to each other, and we found the mind
of the gentleman -was common to all.
It was " Fair play and old England ;"
each man did his best, without striving
after any small advantages ; we stood
upon honour with each other.
T. Do you mean that you all became
acquainted at once with each other 1
J. Quite so ; and it was not long
"before there was great clanship amongst
us — just like the old feeling of sides at
football and cricket, and, in spite of our
individual rivalry, we cheered a success-
ful shot as reflecting credit on the squad,
— " Well done, Johnson," " Well done,
Buckshorn," when they got centres. And
so high did this run, that, at the close
of the day, we wished to challenge any
other of the squads ; and, had there been
time, no doubt plenty of such matches
would have come off. Talking of centres,
I think General Hay should alter the
nomenclature at Hythe. You are per-
haps aware that bull's-eyes are confined
to distances up to 300 yards only; after
that, there are no bull's-eyes, properly so
called, but the central part of the target
is called the centre. I observed the
north countrymen, Yorkshiremen, and^
Swiss, always spoke of it as the bull's-
eye ; and certainly this name conveys to
the uninitiated a better idea, besides
being more agreeable to the marksman.
The division should be — up to 300
yards, bull's-eyes, centres, and outers ;
and, after that distance, bull's-eyes and
outer^f
T. There is not much in that, I think.
J. Perhaps not ; but we may as well
have it correct at first, and now is the
time to rectify these little matters.
T. But now tell me about the shoot-
ing ; for, after all, that's the main thing.
J. It was surprising, and, to a spec-
tator who carried back his memory but
one short year, must have seemed a
marvel. Fancy the squad in which I
was. Our third round at 500 yards, but
two men missed the target, and one of
them shot from the shoulder, having
permission to do so, from some disability
in the knee, which prevented his kneel-
ing. All the others either got outers
or bull's-eyes, as we will now call it.
Why, a sheep could not have lived for a
minute there, much less a horse or a
man. The average merit of the squad
for five rounds was 3.66 ; and you must
remember this was the first year, with
but little opportunity for selection. I
came myself, not because I was the best
shot of my company, but simply because,
having had no opportunity of testing the
capabilities of any one by reason of our
butts not being erected, I thought, in
case of failure, my shoulders were the
broadest to bear the responsibility, and,
besides, not having had the advantage
of a course at Hythe, I was willing to
run the risk of some little discredit
against the certainty of the advantage of
the practice ; so, without having fired a
round of ball cartridge, I trusted to the
position drill and the mechanical truth
of the rifle ; and no doubt there were
numbers of others, who, if not quite in
so forlorn a position as my own, at the
longer ranges could have had little or
no practice.
T. Was there much question as to
the rifles 1
J. The contest, virtually, was confined
to the long Enfields, the Whitworths,
and the Westley Richards. The two
former, as you know, are muzzle-loaders ;
the latter breech-loaders. As far as my
own observation went, the long Enfield,
up to 600 yards, was equal to either for
precision — indeed I should have pre-
ferred mine. You will remember we
shot with those that had been sup-
plied us by the National Rifle Associa-
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tion ; and these were more carefully ad-
justed in their sights than those issued
by Government to the corps. Besides,
the pull of the trigger was reduced
from some 8 or 9-lb., which is the ordi-
nary pull of the Government Enfield, to
about 4-lb. ; indeed, every ninth or
tenth rifle in our company will bear its
own weight on the trigger without
springing it. JSTow this should not be,
and it is a pity that all the rifles issued
by Government should not be adjusted
to a 3-lb. or 4-lb. pull. It is a great disad-
vantage, drilling with one and shooting
with another. Now no man can shoot
with great accuracy with a 9-lb. pull at
a trigger ; the effort to get the piece off
is sure to derange the aim. Nothing
is more nice than the adjustment of the
finger to the trigger ; and, out of fifteen
shots, a 4-lb. pull, as compared with a
9-lb. pull, is worth three points, if not
more.
T. Did you like your own rifle ? I
mean the Enfield you shot with.
J. Exceedingly — so much so that I
have applied to the Association to be
allowed to purchase it for the Company.
The decision rests with the War-office,
and it would seem a pity to return it
into store to remain unused for another
twelvemonths. The government might
put an enhanced price on it — say 91. or
51. ; but it would be a great advantage
to the first-class men, or, at least, the
marksmen of the Company, to be able
to practise with it constantly. I doubt
if you could get a better weapon for its
range — say of 600 yards. I know
nothing of its virtues beyond that dis-
tance; but, if the "War-office insist on
these rifles being returned to them, we
shall be in the same predicament next
year — that is, practising with rifles with
a heavy pull, and shooting for prizes
with rifles with a light one.
T. Did you shoot at the long ranges ?
/. Yes ; I competed both for the
Duke of Cambridge's and for the Duke
of Wellington's prize, and only got on
the target at 1000 yards with my
ninth shot in the second contest. This
was with a Westley Eichards, which I
had to sight for myself; and it was
greatly guess-work. I should have pre-
ferred a Whitworth ; but they were all
engaged by the volunteers who came to
shoot for the Queen's prize, and there-
fore I had no opportunity of trying
them. But, though not successful my-
self, I saw some good practice with
the Westley Richards at these ranges.
The rifle I used struck me as too light —
not eight pounds in weight, I think — to
carry such a flight with certainty ; and
it certainly kicked more than the Enfield,
as my shoulder testified the next morn-
ing. The breech-loading principle is an
advantage in loading ; but it has the
disadvantage of the cartridge greasing
the fingers, and thus preventing the
firm grip both of the left and right
hands. This, unless carefully guarded
against, by rubbing the fingers quite
dry (which takes time) is much against a
true shot. Indeed, the nicety of all the
points required at these distances to
make a successful shot is wonderful. It
is eye, hand, nerve, and perhaps the
" electricity" of the man that all conies
into play ; and the singular thing is, you
can tell, as you pull the trigger, if you
are right. I always felt certain, the
moment I fired, whether I had hit or
missed. It is an indescribable some-
thing that conveys it to you, of which
the white or blue flag, some seconds
after, is only the communication ; and
this I found was common to all. I saw
Jacob Knecht of Zurich fire the last
shot that won the Duke of Cambridge's
prize : he was 8, Lieutenant Lacey
was 9. Knecht pulled, and instan-
taneously exclaimed, "Ah, gute, gute,
a bool's eye, a bool's eye," and made
almost extravagant exhibitions of de-
light. I stood by, I confess, incredu-
lous ; but, some ten seconds afterwards,
the blue flag showed at the butts. A
bull's-eye it was; and, thus scoring
two, Knecht made ten, and won the
prize. It was an. exciting moment. Lieu-
tenant Lacey, standing by, was second,
when he might well, a moment before,
have felt almost certain of the prize.
Knecht fired sitting. His position was
admirably steady ; he brought his rifle at
once to the aim, and then, after a single
306 A Talk about the National Rifle Meeting at Wimbledon.
moment's dwell, fired. In this lies
the rifleman's dexterity — to pull at the
instant his sight tells him he is on. It
will not always come off right even then ;
for the slightest failure of finger to give
the impulse will defeat him ; hut to pull
when he is not on — and this he must
wait for and work for, if it does not, as
it often does not, come at once — is just
sheer folly, as the shot is sure to be
wasted. The art of shooting is one of
the mental phenomena ; " trace home
the lightning to the cloud," and you
will find it resolves itself into a brain-
action, a sense. " It strikes the electric
chord wherewith we are darkly bound,"
and it is this that creates the excite-
ment. Nothing can be more thrilling
than the feeling of the successful shot.
Thence arises the affection for the rifle
itself. You love it ; you talk to it. I
could not help whispering to mine in
the tent, "If you'll be true to me, I'll
be true to you ;" and out of this little
social compact I got a centre at 600
yards. No doubt this would be much
enhanced by longer familiarity. By
continued practice you could reduce
distances to such a certainty that every
20 yards might be lined off on the
slide. The sighting the rifle is the first
grand secret. With that all right the
rifleman has confidence ; and confidence
is the second grand secret in the shot
T. But tell me, what did you do when
you first came on the ground on the
Monday 1
J. In truth there was not much to
do. The volunteers fell in at one o'clock
and were marched to the sides of the
approach of the Eoyal Pavilion, under
the command of a good-natured gentle-
man, who screeched " Shoudr-r-r-r-r-a-
ar-r-r-r-ms ! " at us ; which we were in no
hurry to do, as shouldering arms, even
for a short time — is not the best prepara-
tion for accurate shooting. Every tittle
of physical power shoiild be carefully
husbanded in a match. I had an en-
thusiastic young Sherwood Forester near
me ; and I could not help thinking of
Robin Hood, and what a contrast the
scene before me must have presented to
an archeryagathering in his day. Twelve
score on 240 yards was an outside shot
then ; with the rifle it could be multi-
plied by 4.
T. Tell me about the Common it-
self. Of course every Londoner knows
Wimbledon Common ; but what was it
like on the day of the meeting ]
J. Well, England is a glorious country.
She has capacities for everything ; her
Epsom, her Goodwood, her Doncasterand
Newmarket, are all race-courses made to
our hands by nature, and requiring but
little of art to make them as perfect as
they are. Look at the broad stretches
of the Thames and Isis for an eight-oar
match ; the sunny spots by thousands
that are spread on her green lap for
cricket ; or the glad waters of the
Solent, or the Channel, for a trial of
speed in a fore-and-aft rigged yacht.
They are each and all excellent in their
way ; but none surpass in their pecu-
liar features the complete, the perfect,
natural rifle-range that Wimbledon
Common presents. Stretching across
the common from left to right, there
was ample room for ten pairs of butts,
twelve feet high, and twenty-five feet
wide at the base ; while between every
second pair stood four .others of the
same size, but farther back, for the
longer ranges ; so that there was no
difficulty in accommodating from three
hundred to four hundred riflemen at a
time, and, from the level nature of the
ground, at any range from 200 yards
to 1000. It looks as if it was intended
by nature for the national rifle practice-
ground ; and, thanks to the kindness of
Lord Spencer, no pains were spared to
make itf worthy of the first meeting.
Within an easy distance of London, a
nearly worthless soil, heather and ling
growing on a great bog, — a little drainage,
and the consent of the owners and
neighbours, is all that is necessary to
secure it as a first-rate ground for the
country.
T. Yes; but that consent, I hear,
will be hard to get.
J. So I hear ; but, as to the "owners
and commoners, their rights are purchas-
able ; and, were I interested, I should
prefer the money-value to the right
A Talk about the National Rifle Meeting at Wimbledon.
307
to feed geese and donkeys — which Is
about all that the spot seemed worth.
With the neighbours it is, however,
different ; and I can well understand that
the place, under a constant repetition of
such an excitement as was witnessed
at the meeting, might be frightened out
of all its propriety. Servant-girls had
lots of volunteer sweethearts — to say
nothing of the gipsy hordes of tinkers,
hawkers, and vagabonds of all sorts that
are attracted to such gatherings, as a
matter of course. But much of this was
entirely dependent on the novelty of the
thing ; and, were the common once pur-
chased by the nation, and enclosed, and
the different sites let out to the London
Eifle Corps, reserving the right of one
or more general meeting, the novelty
would be over.
T. Still, for the work of the annual
meeting, it would be a sort of Epsom
jubilee ; would it not ?
J. I hope not. I do trust the tone
of our riflemen will be healthier and
more robust than the tone of the turf —
from which at the very outset I would
draw the broadest line of demarcation.
I do not see why the gipsies and vaga-
bonds should be allowed to congre-
gate at all, especially as the ground
will be enclosed ; and, besides, I should
like to cut away from it everything like
betting. Why not assimilate it to
cricket and boating 1 We never played
or rowed for money. If gambling be
once admitted — legitimatized I might
say — as it has been on the turf, depend
on it, rifle-practice will degenerate. Do
let us try and keep the thing pure at
first ; and, if our children let it down, the
fault will rest with them, not with us.
It a little goes against the grain with
me that there should be a need of prizes.
The nobler and the manlier lesson would
surely be the generous rivalry of being
first.
T. My good fellow, the thing would
not work. You won't get men to come
distances simply to get a name : and,
besides, they must look to something
to pay expenses.
J. Consider how few after all can
attain the prizes ; and I'm not so sure
that the fame of- being a crack rifle-
shot would not with a large number be
enough. Still, if there must be prizes,
let the contest be for them and them
alone, — cups and medals, and such like.
Let us forego money prizes, and dis-
countenance all bets and betting, and
sweep away all the hideous devilries of
ring and turf. The thing has been in-
augurated in the right tone. If there
was a spice of the devil in it at all, it
lurked beneath the smiles of Aunt Sally.
T. Tell me about that lady ; was she
like what she is at Epsom 1
J. Something, but with an improved
character ; and there was, no doubt^
sport in the thing. Any one, whoever he
was, by paying a shilling, was entitled
to a shot, and, if he got a bull's-eye,
shared in the pool at the close of the
day with the others who were equally
fortunate. This would be innocent
enough, if the betting could be kept out
of it ; but occasionally you heard the
" five to one," or larger odds against the
shot, break out. This, however, might
be corrected by a rule to meet it ; and,
while the management is in the hands of
the admirable staff of men, from General
Hay downwards, who did duty at Wim-
bledon, it would be easy both to impose
the rule, and to see that it was kept.
• The officers were educated gentlemen,
and held their men in first-rate working
order ; hence the absence of all accidents,
and the avoidance of all unpleasantness
in the agreeable week passed there. If
the national meeting be made the
standard, you would have the true spirit
given to all the provincial meetings
throughout the country. Depend on it,
if once gambling is allowed to take
place at rifle-meetings, the thing will
become a curse instead of a blessing.
T. Well, I agree with you, and will
come some day with the best of mine to
shoot with the best of yours, for honour
and glory alone.
J. Agreed ; and I can show you a
splendid range — a thousand yards — as
level as a bowling green, and with a fine
lay of sheep-walk beyond it. It is beau-
tifully situated in the very heart of
England.
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T. You have told me nothing of the
meeting as a demonstration to other
countries. How, think you, will it ap-
pear to them ?
J. It left on my mind the deep conviction
that you will hear nothing more of the
invasion of England. In this respect it
beat the review hollow. That was a
grand thing, a nohle thing ;| but it was
soldiering, and there are others who can
play at soldiers besides ourselves. The
French can, the Austrians can, the Prus-
sians can ; but they can't shoot — I mean,
it does not come so natural to them as
it does to us. .Why, I stood in a squad
of sixteen men, to shoot for the Whit-
worth rifles ; perhaps, with three or four
exceptions, not one of those men had
ever fired a rifle a short year ago ; and
yet, as I said before, not a sheep could
have lived a minute before them at
500 yards. Why, any four of them
would have silenced a gun in a couple
or three discharges, by striking dead
every man and horse attached to it. It
is true, we had the Victorias and the
Inns of Court men in the squad (and
right well they shot), and generally, per-
haps, the volunteers who assembled at
Wimbledon, in some sense, may be
looked upon as picked men ; but you
may be sure it was but a matter of
small degree, and that in any company •
or corps you would find the next fifteen
or twenty nearly, if not quite, as good
as the men that were sent. Next
year I believe 1000 yards will be as
readily and truly gauged as the 500
were then. All our men want now
is the opportunity of practice. The
position drill is a truth, and a little
actual shooting is all that is now needed
to turn it to account. The north coun-
trymen did better than the south from
this very cause. With us southerners,
and particularly with the Londoners, it
was a very difficult thing to get at a
range at all, and much interest had to
be used to get even the selected men a
shot before the day. When once we
have got ranges — and it will not now be
long first — the Saxon eye, and steadiness
of hand and temper will be sure to tell,
and you will find the mountaineers nei-
ther from Scotland nor Switzerland will
beat us.
T. Talking of Switzerland, how did
the Switzers do 1
J. They were first-rate. They were
no doubt almost without exception ad-
mirable shots, and could well be entrusted
with their liberties against a whole
army of Zouaves and Turcos. They
were intelligent, well- conditioned men,
who quickly learnt to appreciate the
English rifle ; and I really believe the best
thing that could have happened to them
was the detention of their own weapons
in the French Douanes, for it was the
means of introducing them to a better
weapon. In this way the accident may
bear upon the fortunes of Europe, should
the unequal game of war be tried.
T. Some objection has been made, I
believe, to opening the competition to
all comers, as teaching the foreigner to
beat us with our own weapons.
J. I heard of it ; but don't agree
with the objectors. I believe open com-
petition is the soul of all excellence :
and, of all nations, the English are sure
to profit by it. But, of all people, the
Swiss should be admitted to share in the
advantage as a matter of policy ; because,
in the game of European politics, their
sympathies are sure to be with England,
and thus, in giving them a better weapon,
we are in fact assisting an ally.
T. Were there not some complaints
of the cartridges at the meeting 1
I. Yes, great complaints ; but I was
unable to judge of them, because, as I
mentioned to you, I had- not fired ball
cartridge before.
T. No doubt the controversy will
lead to the best thing being procured in
the end ; for there is nothing to prevent
celerity of loading, which is the object
of the easy fit, being combined with
accuracy of shooting, as soon as the
right measures both in powder and lead
are hit. Did you witness the conclusion
of the contest?
J. No, I did not. I was obliged to
leave after the rifle given by the Swiss
was shot for. But the practice seems to
have been admirable. Twenty- four points
obtained out of thirty shots — ten shots
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at 800, 900, and 1,000 respectively— won
the Queen's prize ; and the victor was a
young man, not of age— =-a strong argu-
ment in favour of the public school corps,
which I should like to see instituted at
once. It will be long a question be-
tween the young and the middle-aged
men. If " years steal fire from the mind,
and vigour from the limb," in rifle-
shooting at least they will impart steadi-
ness and judgment. Still, the keenness
of sight and the pliancy of body are with
the youth, and they are wonderful aids
in such a contest. It is, however, a great
thing for the middle-aged men of this
generation to find a new pastime opened
to them, and one in which they can
largely utilize the love of sport and exer-
cise that they cherished in their youth, at
a time when cricket and boating must be
perforce foregone. The rifle is in their
hands ; and they can use it up to a green
old age, and improve year by year in
the knowledge and practice of their
piece ; and, if the boys beat them, they
will, as was the case here, have the
satisfaction of being beaten by their
sons.
ON UNINSPIRED PKOPHECY.
BY HERBERT COLERIDGE.
UNINSPIRED Prophecy ! The phrase will
probably sound like a contradiction in
terms to many readers. From our early
familiarity with the prophetical writings
of the Bible, we are led so irresistibly
to associate the power of foretelling
future events with the presence of a
divine and holy afflatus, that we can
hardly bring ourselves to admit the
authenticity of any alleged instances of
the exercise of the same power, when
they occur beyond the pale of the sacred
books. Yet even the Bible itself, in
such cases as that of Balaam, and of
the Egyptian and other magicians (of
whose business divination formed a con-
siderable part), and in the various direc-
tions and warnings about false prophets
contained in the law,1 evidently coun-
tenances a belief that a real power of
seeing into futurity existed, not only in
chosen individuals of a "peculiar people,"
but among the heathen also, and in men
by no means remarkable for sanctity.
And it will be hardly necessary to
remind the reader, that in the early
history of all nations, the existence of
such a power under one form or another
is tacitly assumed,2 while in those of
more advanced civilization, such as the
1 Deut. xiii. 1 — 3. xvii. 20 — 22.
2 Cic. de Div. i. 1, 2.
Greeks and Romans, special institutions
for the solemn communication of this
important species of information were
organized and maintained as an essential
part of the state machinery. At a cer-
tain era, however, in the life of each
people this general and unhesitating
faith begins to waver ; the scepticism,
which originates in the more educated
portion of the community, slowly filters
downward through the several under-
lying strata, and after a while becomes
widely diffused, although a dim notion
not only of the possibility of such know-
ledge, but also of its continued existence
in certain mysteriously favoured indivi-
duals at any given epoch, is never per-
haps wholly eradicated.
It is not, however, our intention on
the present occasion to enter into any
discussion respecting the possible nature
and source of this power, or to account
by any theory of our own for the extra-
ordinary influence it has at different
times exercised over mankind. We
rather wish to bring together some of
the more striking instances of its opera-
tion, which may serve to call attention
to a subject of considerable interest in
more points of view than one. To any
really philosophical investigation of.the
subject, a much larger accumulation of
instances than we at present possess
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would be an indispensable requisite ;
and those here given are merely in-
tended as a first contribution towards
such a collection. It will be as well,
however, to remind the reader, that the
instances we are about to bring forward
are those of prediction proper, that is to
say, of a distinct foretelling of events
which do not actually take place till
long after the utterance of the pro-
phecy. Mere chance coincidences, such
as are occasionally evolved from the
names of individuals by some anagram-
matic process,1 or such as are found to
exist now and then between the mean-
ing of the ^name of an individual and his
actual career in life,2 however striking
they may seem, must here be passed
over.
The Greek oracles naturally come
first for consideration, and among them
those of Apollo clearly have a right to
pre-eminence. For although Jupiter
and other Gods did a little prophetic
business for a select set of clients,
the establishment at Delphi practically
eclipsed all the others, and almost re-
duced them to a state of inactivity.
Many were deterred from making use of
the older shrines by some uncomfort-
able or nerve-shaking ceremonial, to
which the inquirer was obliged to sub-
mit before a response could be elicited,
or by the filthy habits of the priests 3
(as at Dodona) : Apollo managed mat-
ters with more practical wisdom in these
respects, besides throwing open gratis to
the inspection of visitors that magnificent
museum of ancient art, which attested
the superstition and the gratitude of
half the ancient world. Yet it is singu-
lar enough, that hardly one unimpeach-
able instance of a prediction, truly and
fairly verified by the event, can be
quoted out of the multitude preserved
to us by ancient authors. For in the
first place it must be remembered, that
many of the responses of the oracle, we
might say a majority, were mere moral
apothegms, such as "know thyself,"
1 E. g. Horatio Nelson — Honor est a Nilo.
William Noy — I moyl in law.
2 As Demosthenes, Aristides, &c.
3 II. xvi. 235.
" nothing in excess," &c., or opinions
given as to the course to be adopted in
-cases of conscience. Another large por-
tion consisted of ambiguous answers,
which could be construed so as to save
the credit of the oracle, whichever way
the event fell out ; mere quibbles of
language, in fact, such as that given to
Crcesus as to his crossing the Halys, 4
and to Pyrrhus, relative to his .chance
of success in his campaign against Rome;5
while not a few, which seem more truly
predictive in character, are cases of fulfil-
ment according to the letter, by means
of some identity of name between two
persons or places, one of which was well
known, the other not. Of this last sort,
the well-known prediction as to the
death of our Henry IV. at Jerusalem, in-
troduced by Shakspeare in the second
part of his Henry IV. is a conspicuous
example 6 in modern times, and bears
an exact analogy to that which deluded
the wretched Cambyses into his terrible
Ethiopian expedition, by promising him
that his death-bed should be in Ecba-
tana.7 A predecessor, too, of Pyrrhus
on the Epirot throne, Alexander, was
unlucky enough to be the victim of a
precisely similar humbug on the part
of the venerable oracle of Dodona.8 He
was told to avoid the river Acheron,
and as there was a river of some note
bearing that name in his own kingdom
of Epirus, he naturally supposed that he
might safely accept an invitation to an
Italian campaign on behalf of the Taren-
tines, who just then were suffering
annoyance from their Lucanian and
Bruttian neighbours. He ran upon his
doom, however, as usual ; he found a
trumpery stream calling itself Acheron,
in Bruttium, and there sure enough he
was killed in the most appropriate
manner, by some treacherous Lucanian
exiles, while attempting to cross its
swollen waters. These would answer
our purpose well enough could we be
certain, (which we cannot,) that they
were not invented after the event, of
4 Herod, i. 91.
5 Act iv. Sc. 4.
8 Justin, xii. 3.
s Cic. de Div. ii. 56.
7 Herod, iii. 61.
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311
which, in most cases, the Delphic estab-
lishment would be the first to receive
intelligence. Probably, as the oracle
grew richer and richer, it kept in per-
manent pay a number of secret and very
special correspondents, and thus secured
the latest news at the earliest possible
period.
Perhaps, however, the famous re-
sponse given to the Athenian envoys
before the battle of Thermopylae, that
the " wooden wall " had been granted
by Jove to Athene as a last refuge for
the inhabitants of the doomed city, and
the distinct prediction that Salamis
should be a scene of slaughter,1 some
months before the Persian fleet was
actually destroyed there, comes nearer
to the fulfilment of our conditions than
any other. In this case we have the
advantage of contemporary testimony
to the fact of the prediction and the
time of its delivery in the person of
Herodotus ; and although we may not
quite share his reverent faith in these
prophetic utterances, and may suspect
that Themistocles had as much to do
with the inspiration of the Pythoness on
this occasion as Apollo, still the guess
was a bold one, and the accuracy of 'its
fulfilment must have struck even those
in the secret. Neither the place of the
battle^ nor the victorious issue, were in
any sense certainties. So in the account
of the plague which desolated Athens
in the second year of the Peloponnesian
war, Thucydides mentions an ancient
prediction, one at least in existence be-
fore his own time, which foretold the
approach of a Dorian war with a pesti-
lence in its train ; 2 and, notwithstand-
ing his sneering criticism, it is evident
that the correspondence of the event
with the prophecy was sufficiently
noteworthy to cause no small stir in
people's minds at Athens. To another
recommending that a certain plot of
ground under the Acropolis had better
be left untouched and unbuilt upon3 —
an injunction which had to be disre-
garded when the whole population were
Herod yii. 141. « Thuc. II. 54.
3 Thuc. II. 17.
driven to take refuge within the walls
— he seems to attach somewhat more
weight, and suggests an interpretation
of the oracular fragment, plausible
enough in itself, but which robs it to
some extent of its prophetic character.
His solution is, that it would be most
assuredly better for Athens that the plot
of land should remain open, because as
long as it was possible to keep it so, so
long would it be evident that the ex-
treme limit of calamity and distress had
not been reached. In other words, the
building would not cause the calamity,
but would never take place as a fact tUl
the worst calamity was at hand.
We might go on to cite other similar in-
stances ; but, as was said before, although
a complete collection of all the oracular
responses recorded in the pages of Greek
writers would amount to many hundreds,
the number of fortunate fulfilments, in
cases where collusion can be shown to
have been impossible, is far less than the
average of probabilities would lead one
to expect. De Quincey, in his excellent
essay on the Pagan Oracles, to a certain
extent accounts for this by an ingenious
theory that the two principal functions
of the establishment at Delphi were that
of an universal news-agency office, and
that of a national bank, or safe depository
of money and valuables, which the domes-
tic architecture of the time exposed to
the mercy of the first burglar who could
use a chisel ; but at the same time he
certainly understates its activity and
vogue as a means of obtaining informa-
tion as to coming events.
Let us cross the Adriatic and enter
the territory, of that sublime nation
whose history was for so many ages the
history of the world, of which in the ful-
ness of time they became the masters.
How different is the impression we re-
ceive from a survey of their history from
that derived from the pages of Hero-
dotus, Thucydides, and Xenophon. In
Greece, the component elements of the
nation seem to be perpetually exerting
repulsive forces on each other : no combi-
nation is ever stable ; while Rome,
through all the long stages of its rise
and decline, is ever one, and expands
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only by absorptions into a central nu-
cleus rapidly and irresistibly assimilated,
rather than by mere appendages of
territory which never lose their original
character of excrescences, merely adher-
ing to the main body, not partaking as
true members of its life and energy. It
is this uniting tendency ever rivetting
the attention on the ancient centre and
birthplace of the nation that invests
their history with such unequalled
grandeur ; and we should d, priori almost
expect to find that such a part as it was
theirs to play on the world's great stage
would not be wholly devoid of elements
of mystery, or unaccompanied, at least in
tradition, with dark and portentous in-
dications of a mighty destiny. Accord-
ingly we do find at the very outset an
augural prediction recorded respecting
the duration of their empire, which it
took twelve centuries to fulfil, but which
those centuries did fulfil with an exacti-
tude equal to that challenged by com-
mentators for the numerical prophecies of
the book of Daniel. The firm belief in
the foundation of Rome about the middle
of the eighth century before our era,
and in the existence of a contempora-
neous augury interpreted to predict a
continuous existence of twelve centuries,
is a fact which cannot be disputed,
whether we look upon Romulus and his
twelve vultures1 as mythical or not;
and it is equally beyond controversy that
the deposition of Augustulus, the last of
the western emperors in the middle of
the fifth century of our era, coincides
almost to a year with the expiration of -
the appointed time. Here the nature of
the case at once precludes -all possibility
of collusion ; and, what is still more curi-
ous, we are not concerned to prove the
actual occurrence of the omen as a fact ;
the universal and undoubting assump-
tion of its reality by every generation of
Romans renders the authenticity of the
story immaterial. This is probably the
most striking instance of the fulfilment
of prophecy recorded in history, and it
leceives additional weight from the con-
sideration that no hypothesis of a double
fulfilment, one literal and immediate, the
1 Cic. dc Divin. i. 48. Censorin. de d. N. c. 17.
other more distant and metaphorical or
typical, can by any ingenuity find place
here.
The discovery of America, which
modern researches have shown to have
been achieved by the Norsemen as early
as the tenth century of our era,2 was
anticipated by a Latin poet, who pro-
bably flourished in the first or second ;
although it must be confessed that the
prophecy is a wide one, and fits its in-
terpretation somewhat loosely. At the
close of the second act of Seneca's
Medea, the chorus end their song with
the lines, —
" Venient annis saecula seris,
" Quibus Oceanus vincula reruni
" Laxet, et ingens pateat tellus,
" Tethysque novos detegat orbes,
" Nee sit terris ultima Thule."
Thus translated by John Studley in
1585 :—
" Time shall in fine out breake
"When ocean wave shall open every
realme,
" The wandering world at will shall open
lye,
"And Typhis will some newe founde
land survey ;
" Some travelers shall the countreys farre
escrye,
" Beyonde small Thule, knowen furthest
at this day."
But an old poem in our own language,
composed probably about the middle of
the fourteenth century, will furnish us
with a far more remarkable instance.
In the tenth " Passus," or fytte of the
Vision of Piers Plouhman, Clergy, one
of the allegorical personages, after a long
exposition of the sad state into which
religion had then fallen, gives warning
of the coming, though still distant,
retribution, in lines which are worth
quoting in their ancient garb : —
" Ac ther shal come a kyng,
" And confesse yow religiouses,
" And bete you as the Bible telleth
" For brekynge of youre rule ;
2 See the Antiqq. Americanae, p. xxix. et
sqq. Copenhagen 1837.
On Uninspired Prophecy.
313
" And amende monyals,1
" Munkes and chanons,
" And puten to Mr penaunce,
" Ad pristinum statum ire.
of
"And thanne shal the abbot
Abyngdone,
" And al his issue for evere,
" Have a knok of a kyng,
" And incurable the wounde."
Vision, vv. 6239-63.
Two centuries elapse, and the forgotten
prophecy is fulfilled ; a king with a de-
cided propensity for " knocking" in all
its branches is seated on the English
throne, and the Abbot of Abingdon and
his brethren duly receive the " incurable
wounde," commonly called "the Sup-
pression of the Monasteries," and dis-
appear for ever. Here, too, as in the
Roman augury, the effect of the coinci-
dence is much heightened by the sim-
plicity of the case, and the impossibility
of any trickery being employed to bring
about the result.
A few cases of more recent occur-
rence may be cited, but they rarely rise
much above the level of lucky hits, or
are expressed in language too general
and vague to cause any great surprise
at their fulfilment. Perhaps the best
specimen of the kind is the well-known
prophecy by Lord Chesterfield, of the
coming on of the French Revolution.
"Writing in April, 1752, to his son, he
lys, " But this I foresee, that before
the end of this century, the trade of
both king and priest will not be half
' so good an one as it has been. Du-
'clos, in his reflections, has observed,
' and very truly, ' qu' il y a un germe
' ' de raison qui commence ct se developper
' ' en France' A developpement that
'must prove fatal to regal and papal
' pretensions." The limitation of time
is here the element in the prognostica-
tion which arrests the attention ; put-
ting this aside, the rest might have been
uttered by any Lyndhurst of that time
who could look below the surface of
things, and interpret the signs of the
times in a philosophic spirit. A some-
1 Nuns.
No. 10. — VOL. n.
what similar vaticination was uttered by
Coleridge in 1809, respecting the proba-
bility of the Spaniards achieving success
in their resistance to the French Empe-
ror, for which he was set down jocosely
by Lord Darnley as deranged, so hope-
less did their chance then seem. Two
years, however, passed away, and then
the philosopher's turn came to put the
question as to relative sanity to his
Lordship, who admitted his mistake,
but endeavoured to turn the edge of the
retort by calling it " a bold and lucky
guess." This, however, Coleridge dis-
tinctly repudiated, showing that the
unexpected result of the contest was
nothing but a necessary consequence of
certain principles which he had enun-
ciated, and which he had deduced from
a profound consideration of antecedent
history. In direct contrast, however,
to these dignified speculators, comes the
immortal ancestor of the Raphaels, the
Zadkiels, and the like of the present
day — William Lilly, whose career as
astrologer, almanack-maker, and seer,
coincides with the Civil War, the Pro-
tectorate, and the earlier part of Charles
the Second's reign, and whose fame
rested partly on two capital successes,
but more truly on his superior tactics,
and the sagacity with which he avoided
committing himself in cases where to
have been right would have perhaps
excited little attention, while a blunder
would have been fatal. However, not
to be unjust to the astrologer, let it be
recorded, that in his Anglicus for June,
1645, he backed the chances of Parlia-
ment by a prediction that, if they fought
that month, the victory would be theirs ;
and Naseby followed on the 14th, to
confirm the words of the seer. Here
the event trod so close on the heels of the
prophecy as to detract somewhat from
the effect ; but the next case was very
different, and was justly regarded by
him as a piece of luck he was not likely
to improve upon, and after which he
might gracefully shut up shop and retire
into private life. In a work of his, pub-
lished in 1651, entitled, "Monarchy
and No Monarchy in England, Grebner's
prophecy concerning Charles the Son of
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Charles," it appears that he had indi-
cated the 3d of September, 1666, as a
day favourable for the expiration of
monarchy; a lucky and highly anti-
monarchical planet being then in the
ascendant. On the basis of this pro-
phecy, and with a view to ensure its
fulfilment in the most exact manner, a
plot was actually formed by a number
of old soldiers and officers who had
served in the late rebellion, for killing
the King, and overthrowing the Govern-
ment; and the surprisal of the Tower
and the firing of the City were to form
prominent parts of the scheme. The plot,
however, came to light in April, 1666,
and the confederates were found guilty
of high treason ; yet, notwithstanding
this awkward interference, the stars (or,
not to be calumnious, " the star ") got
the ill-favoured design executed, at any
rate, cy pres, as the lawyers say, by
causing the fire of London to break out
on the 2d September, 1666; which
Mr. Pepys,1 who records the circum-
stance, not unreasonably sets down in
his diary as "very strange, methinks."
Prophecies of this kind, however, are
usually supposed to have a considerable
share in bringing about their own ful-
filment— a remark which applies with
some force to that last cited, and to one
said to have been recently current in
India, that our rule there was destined
to last a century, and then to come to
an end. Reckoning from the date of
the great battle of Plassey, which was
fought on the 23d June, 1757, a cen-
tury carries us on to that fatal year,
when it seemed as though the manes of
Surajah Dowlah were to be avenged, and
that the work of Clive would have to be
done over again. There were, however,
sufficient signs of preconcerted action,
the meaning of which became clear
enough after the event, to render it
highly probable that the outbreak of
the mutiny was purposely timed so as
to accord with the old prediction, which
was thus artfully made subservient to
its own accomplishment.
On the other hand, it is but fair to
mention the case reported by the author
1 Diary, Dec. 13, 1666.
of Eothen,2 to whom Lady Hester Stan-
hope, on the occasion of his paying her
a visit at her castle near Beyrout, fore-
told that, " on leaving her he would go
" into Egypt, but that in a little while
" he would return to Syria." The
object of this prophecy secretly set
down the last part of it as a "bad
shot," his plans having been otherwise
arranged ; but destiny, as he says, was
too much for him, and, owing to the
plague and the necessity of avoiding a
quarantine detention, he was forced to
retrace his steps across the desert, after
visiting the Pyramids, and came back
to the mountains of Lebanon, just as
the weird woman had foretold. And,
if our space permitted, we might add
several well-authenticated instances of
that presentiment felt by some respect-
ing the duration of their lives, or the
particular day of their decease, which
is said to have possessed Bentley and
kelson so strongly, and which was cer-
tainly in each case verified by the
event. There is a sort of anticipation
of this in Homer, who frequently makes
his heroes, when in articulo mortis, pre-
dict the speedy doom which should
overtake their conquerors : thus Patro-
clus tells Hector to consider himself
" fey," to use an old English word ; and
Hector in his turn attempts to damp
the triumph of Achilles by a similar
expedient. But it is time to refrain.
In what precedes we have brought to-
gether a number of instances in which
coming events have cast their shadows-
before them with such distinctness as to
render possible the construction of the
true figure from the dim and evanescent
outlines of the projection. . They are of
all degrees of importance, ranging from
the low level of the mere lucky guess
up to a point where it is difficult to
avoid recognising the secret influence of
a mysterious and peculiar agency. It
must surely be possible to add largely
to the handful of cases here presented
to the reader; and it can hardly be
doubted that such a collection, duly
classified and sifted, would yield results
not without value either to psychologist
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315
or historian. Whatever the scepticism
of our time may assert, such an omen
as that of the Twelve Vultures, and the
prediction involved in it, cannot be ex-
plained away by any of the ordinary
expedients ; and, if a sufficient number
of parallels could be adduced, these,
supported by the admitted fact of the
possession of true prophetic powers by
idolatrous and heathen nations, might
not improbably tend to the more com-
plete elucidation of the nature of those
mental states or conditions, the existence
and reality of which must be assumed
in any theory of prophetic utterance.
And we are convinced that the Scrip-
tural prophecies would gain a decided
advantage by being thus brought into
direct contrast with the elite of their
rivals. Until some such investigation
be made in a reverent yet independent
spirit, and until the numerous claims
that have been advanced in different
ages to the possession or on behalf of
the various possessors of this power,
have been fairly appraised and weighed,
so long must we be content to feel that
the edifice of our faith wants a buttress
which it is in our power to erect for its
support, but which, from a certain de-
ficiency of moral courage, we are timidly
led to withhold.
'THOMAS HOOD.
BY THE EDITOR.
HOOD was born in London in 1799,
the son of a bookseller in the Poultry.
He was educated, till about his fifteenth
year, at private and day-schools in or
near London. His father died in 1811,
leaving a widow and several children,
all of whom, except Thomas, were cut
off early by consumption. His health
also was very delicate from the first ;
and, after being for some little time in a
London merchant's office, he was sent
alone, at the age of fifteen, for change of
climate, to Dundee, which was his
father's native place. Here he found
himself in the midst of a bevy of Scotch
relations — aunts, uncles, cousins, and
others — of whom he had never heard
before, and whose ways and dialect were
as strange to him as his were to 'them.
" It was like coming among the Struld-
brugs," he says, alluding to the vener-
able age of some of these newly-dis-
covered relatives. He passed about two
years in Dundee, — engaged in no par-
ticular occupation, but recruiting his
health by walking, fishing, boating, &c.
It was here, too, that he first tried his
hand at literature — contributing some
trifles to a newspaper and a magazine of
the town. Returning to London at the
age of seventeen, he was apprenticed
to his mother's brother, Mr. Sands, an
engraver. With him and with another
engraver, to whom he was transferred,
he remained several years, with every
prospect that engraving was to be his
profession. But an event in which he
could not have supposed beforehand that
his own fortunes would be in the least
degree concerned, suddenly changed the
tenor of his life. In the beginning of
1821, Mr. John Scott, the Editor of the
" London Magazine," was killed in a
duel ; and, the magazine passing into
the hands of new proprietors, who were
acquainted with Hood, and had been
acquainted with his father, he was en-
gaged to assist the Editor. He was then
twenty-two years of age. For about
two years he wrote little pieces for the
Magazine; his connexion with which
introduced him to many, if not all, of
the brilliant men who were then its
contributors — Charles Lamb, Allan
Cunningham, Hazlitt, Horace Smith,
Talfourd, Barry Cornwall, De Quincey,
Gary, John Clare, Hartley Coleridge, &c.
With Lamb, in particular, he formed an
intimacy which lasted till Lamb's death,
and which, as Lamb was twenty-four
years his senior, must have had consi-
derable influence on his literary tastes.
At Lamb's house, in addition to the per-
sons named, he met both Wordsworth
and Coleridge.
In 1824Hood married a Miss Reynolds.
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By this time the "London Magazine" had
again changed hands ; and Hood, ceasing
connexion with it, "but still living in
London, began to write more miscel-
laneously. In 1825 he published, in
conjunction with his brother-in-law, a
little volume of humorous " Odes and
Addresses to Great People" In 1826
there followed, under Hood's own name,
the first series of " Whims and Oddities"
consisting of a selection from his pre-
vious writings, with additions ; and a
second series appeared in 1827, dedi-
cated to Sir Walter Scott. In the
same year appeared two volumes of
"National Tales," or short stories in
prose ; and a volume of serious poetry
entitled " The Plea of the Midsummer
Fairies, Hero and Leander, Lycus tJie
Centaur, and other Poems" In 1829
Hood edited a periodical called " The
Gem" and here he published his
poem of " Eugene Aram." By so much
varied writing he had become, in his
thirtieth year, well known in the circle
of metropolitan men of letters. His
health being still precarious, he removed
in 1829 to a cottage at Winchmore Hill,
not far from London ; and here he
resided about three years, making fre-
quent trips, for the benefit of sea-air, to
Brighton, Hastings, Margate and other
places. In 1830 he published his first
Comic Annual — continued, as a Christ-
mas publication, in successive years till
1837. The "Annual," with casual con-
tributions to other periodicals, and a
little writing for the stage, occupied him
till 1832, when he removed from Winch-
more Hill to a quaint but inconvenient
old house near Wanstead in Essex.
Here he completed his novel of Tylney
Hall, and wrote a comic poem called
The Epping Hunt, published with illus-
trations by Cruikshank.
The failure of a publishing firm hav-
ing involved Hood in pecuniary difficul-
ties, he resolved in 1835 to leave Eng-
land and reside on the Continent. Going
over in the March of that year, he fixed
on Coblenz on the Rhine as the most
suitable place for his purpose. Hither
his wife followed him with their two
surviving children — a girl about five
years of age, and an infant son. During
about two years Coblenz continued to
be the head-quarters of the family —
Hood working at his "Annuals," and
sending over the copy by very uncertain
carriage to London ; corresponding also
with friends in England — especially with
Mr. Dilke, and a Dr. Elliot of Stratford ;
amusing himself with fishing and with
the observation of German character;
making one or two acquaintances with
English-speaking Germans, among whom
was a friendly and intelligent Prussian
officer named De Franck ; but, on the
whole, out of his element, and harassed
by almost constant illness, aggravated
by the discomforts of German house-
keeping and the rough handling of
German doctors. Disgusted at length
with Coblenz, he removed, in the
middle of 1837, to Ostend — convenient
as being more accessible from England.
At Ostend he resided with his family
for three years — varied by two trips to
London, and by visits from English
friends. In 1838, which was the last year
of the Comic Annual, he commenced in
its stead the monthly miscellany known
as " Hood's Own" consisting chiefly of
selections from his former writings, but
containing new pieces and illustrations
by himself. From Ostend he also sent
over the copy of his " Up the Rhine" a
satire on German manners and English
travellers, which he had begun at Cob-
lenz.
In 1840, after five years of expatria-
tion, he judged it prudent to return to
England. The family took a house in
Camberwell ; and Hood, rather in worse
health than before, became a contributor
to \hzNew Monthly Magazine,ihen edited
by Theodore Hook. One of his contri-
butions to the Magazine was his poem
of " Miss Kilmansegg." On the death
of Theodore Hook, in 1841, Hood suc-
ceeded him as Editor of the New
Monthly. He continued to edit it till
1843, contributing to its pages a number
of sketches and poems, which he re-
published in 1844, under the title of
Whimsicalities. In 1842 he had re-
moved from Camberwell to St. John's
Wood, in which neighbourhood he re-
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sided till his death — first in Elm Tree
Eoad, and then in Finchley Eoad. At
this time, what with his writings in the
New Monthly, the growing reputation
of his former writings, and the electric
effect produced by his "Song of the
Shirt," on its appearance separately in
Punch (1843), Hood's literary life seemed
to have taken a new start ; and when,
after a brief visit to Scotland, he pro-
jected a magazine of his own under the
title of " Hood's Magazine and Comic
Miscellany," the public were ready to
welcome it and make it a favourite.
Among his friends he now counted
many of a younger generation than
those whom he had known before going
abroad — Mr. Dickens, Mr. Browning,
Mr. F. 0. Ward, Samuel Phillips, and
others. But he had not long to live.
The new Magazine, begun in January,
1844, had been carried on as far as
its fourteenth number, when it was
announced that the editor was on his
death-bed. For two months longer he
wrote or dictated his last contributions
to it; and, on May 3d, 1845, he died
in his house in Finchley Eoad, at the
age of forty-six.
At no time had Hood's name been so
familiarly dear to the public as about
the tune of his death. His " Bridge of
Sighs," which appeared in one of the
numbers of his Magazine in 1844, was a
poem for the people's heart ; it, and his
" Song of the Shirt," of the previous
year, were being everywhere repeated ;
and, of the letters, presents, and other
tokens of regard from unknown persons,
sent to him on his death-bed, most were
testimonies to the singular effect pro-
duced by these two poems. "Working
back, as it were, from these two poems,
the public have since become acquainted
with Hood's writings as a whole ; the
volumes of his selected poems, published
since his death by Moxon, have been
but inducements [to many to look after
the various earlier publications in which
these and other pieces of his were ori-
ginally scattered ; and the erection of a
monument, by public subscription, in
1854, over Hood's grave in Kensal
Green Cemetery, was but an evidence
of the unusually strong affection then
felt, and still felt for him, as a man
peculiar among recent British authors.
Hood's daughter and son, who were
left children at his death, and who have
since grown up to cherish his memory,
and to add, by their own deserts, to the
respect they inherit by their relation-
ship to him, have done but an act of
duty in preparing and publishing these
two volumes of Memorials.1 They do
not form what could properly be called
a biography of Hood. A single chap-
ter carries us over the first thirty-six
years of his life, adding little or nothing
to the information previously accessible;
and the remaining chapters of the
volumes consist of an account, year by
year, of the last ten years of his life —
the five years, from 1835 to 1840, which
he spent at Coblenz and Ostend ; and
the five, from 1840 to 1845, which fol-
lowed his return to England. This
account does not take the form of a
story regularly and connectedly told ; but
is made up chiefly of private letters by
Hood himself and by his wife, now first
published, from which the reader is left
to gather the incidents for himself, and
to derive his own impression of Hood's
habits and character. In what of con-
necting narrative there is, one notes a
considerable vagueness, or thinness of
particulars, and even an indecision re-
specting those that are given — owing,
doubtless, to the fact that, while the
writers retain a vivid recollection of
their father personally, the external
circumstances of his life, his literary
connexions and companionships, the
whole by-gone social medium of London
in which he moved, lie too far in the
distance to be recovered by them with-
out as much research as a stranger would
have had to bestow. Taken for what
they profess to be, however (and the
critic, so considering them, will probably
have no fault to find, unless he is finical
enough to remark on the very incorrect
pointing), the volumes are an interesting
1 Memorials of Thomas Hood ; collected,
arranged, and edited by his daughter; with a
Preface and Notes by his son. Two volumes
Moxon. 1860.
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addition to our knowledge of Hood, and
to his literary remains. They are writ-
ten in a spirit of true affection, which
communicates itself to the reader —
especially at the end, where the writers
recollect so touchingly their dying fa-
ther, as they saw him, emaciated and in
pain, but resigned, and heard him re-
peating one night to their mother the
plaintive words of the Scottish song, as
then his and hers : —
" I'm wearin' awa', Jean,
Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean !
I'm wearin' awa'
To the land o' the leal."
A tone of this song runs through all
Hood's life, as it is related in these
Memorials. We see him throughout as
a most affectionate husband and father,
struggling with ill-health, and, while
labouring for those dearest to him, and
bearing up with a buoyancy which neither
pain nor adverse fortune could subdue,
foreseeing the day as not distant when
"his wife should be a widow, and his
children orphans. From the time when,
in his celebrated petition to the House
of Commons on the subject of literary
copyright, he referred to his own case,
and adduced as one of his arguments
for the protection of literary property,
the fact that he had two children " who
" looked up to him as the author not
" only of the Comic Annual but also of
" their being," a habitual anxiety,
arising from the uncertainty of his own
life, seems to have shadowed Hood's
mind, and mingled, though not always
in an obvious manner, with his conver-
sation and writings. The Memorials
bring out this — may be best described,
indeed, as records of the last ten years
of the life of a literary invalid. Not
that, in addition to this melancholy fact
of Hood's constant struggle with pain
and disease, we have not much informa-
tion respecting him in these pages, of a
livelier, more curious, and more general
kind of interest. We learn, for exam-
ple, that Hood was one of those poets —
a rather numerous list it would seem —
in whom (as if to force attention to a
distinction between the musical sense
and the faculty of melodious verse) the
ear for music has been all but abnor-
mally deficient. We hear of his fondness
for practical jokes, and have amusing
instances of such, played off by him
upon his wife and others ; we have
sketches, by his own pen, of foreign
scenes and manners, full of wit and
word-play, and of comical accounts of
his differences with German landladies,
and his fishing excursions on the Mo-
selle ; we have also, in the form of
woodcuts, a few additional specimens of
the oddities he used to dash off with his
pencil to amuse his readers or his chil-
dren. Altogether a very distinct idea
of Hood is to be obtained from the
volumes ; though .an impression of the
scantiness of the incidents which com-
posed his life — of the small hold which
he had of the world of men or things
beyond the circle of his own family —
will still remain.
This scantiness of incident in Hood's
life, this looseness and slightness of con-
nexion with the contemporary world of
men and things, is, we believe, not with-
out its significance in relation to the
nature of Hood's genius and writings.
Of literary men as a class, indeed, it is
not expected that their lives shall pre-
sent that amount of interconnexion with
the net events of their time, the de-
finite and visible course of its social
history, which is inevitable in the lives
of men of action. But among literary
men themselves there may be character-
istic differences in this respect. Some
there may be who, by the nature of their
mental activity as men of speculation,
resume and represent in their own
thoughts much of the essence of what
is going on around them. Others there
may be who, though they do not employ
their minds on what is passing around
them, but on some theme or object in-
dependently selected (as Gibbon, for ex-
ample, in his History), do yet — in virtue
of the magnitude of that theme or object,
the amount of exertion which it requires
ere it can be compassed, and the con-
tinuousness of that exertion — lead lives
which have a certain massiveness in.
themselves, and are even distinguishable
as part of the historic substance of thei
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time. Others again there are who,
in virtue merely of an extreme socia-
bility, bringing them in contact with all
kinds and classes of their contemporaries,
and with all contemporary interests,
become remembrancers of more than
themselves after they are dead, and allow
facts from a wide surface to be drawn
almost necessarily into the current of
their biography. On the whole, perhaps,
of all kinds of literary genius, it is the
genius of the imaginative writer that
may be rooted most lightly in the
facts of his time, and may exhibit bio-
graphically the least identification with
them — save, as we have said, of that
kind which arises, when the very mag-
nitude of the imaginative efforts, and
the continuousness of the exertion which
they involve, convert themselves into
substance of history. But Hood, as
a writer of wit and imagination, does
not present this peculiarity of having
exerted himself continuously on any
great work. A very slight amount of
contact, indeed, with the men or events
of his time, a very moderate sociability,
or even almost a solitariness of temper
and habit, would be quite consistent
with the nature of his literary remains.
And such would seem to have been the
fact. The most pertinacious zealot for
the resolution of biography into history
would hardly make anything feasible of
such a notion as " Hood and his Times,"
with whatever ingenuity he might select
for his purpose this or that portion of
the social history of Britain, or even of
London, during the twenty years pre-
ceding 1845. The "times " are of course
there ; but Hood's relation to them is
that of a man of peculiar constitution,
who sees them flitting by, has pensive,
or humorous, or even wild and haggard
thoughts about them, and makes the
expression of such thoughts his busi-
ness, but, on the whole, is so little incor-
porated with them, that, had he not
existed, the " times " would have been
the same, and only his by-standing
thoughts would have been lost. A pen-
sive, keenly-organized man, filled with
Jaques's peculiar and compound melan-
choly of "a most humorous sadness,"
shifted about from place to place, ob-
serving oddities and physiognomies
wherever he went, and adding to his
fancies by reading, but personally not
much bound to society, and having few
strong acquaintanceships beyond the
circle of his own family, where he would
chat and frolic affectionately with his
children during the day, and sit up by
himself to write for the press late through
the night, — such, notwithstanding his
habit of penning long letters, seems
Hood to have been. No detraction this
from the interest we must feel in his
writings, but rather a reason for a more
peculiar curiosity !
A certain small proportion of Hood's
writings, though not the best known or
the most original, consists of perfectly
serious poems of the fancy, after a man-
ner caught from Coleridge, "Wordsworth,
Keats, Lamb, and the minor and sen-
suous poems of Shakespeare. Most of
these were written before his thirtieth
year, while it seems still to have been
his aim to be known to the public not
chiefly or exclusively as a humourist.
His " Plea of the Midsummer Fairies "
is perhaps his most interesting and sus-
tained production of this kind, and is a
really pleasant poem of the fancy, con=
structed on an ingenious story how
Titania, Puck, and all the innocent elves
and sprites of the poetic Faery-land, are
threatened with annihilation by Old
Time or Saturn, — how they plead in
vain before the ruthless ravager, and are
spared only by the happy appearance of
the shade of Shakespeare, who cham-
pions the Faery-nation, daunts Time, and
drives him to flight. The whole poem
has a certain true and easy poetic charm,
and there are passages of very fine and
happy expression in it ; but it does not
rise higher than the second class of
compositions belonging to the school of
verse begun by Coleridge and Words-
worth, and continued by Keats. In
other poems of the same serious or fan-
ciful kind, as in the " Ode to Autumn,"
and the " Ode to the Moon," we have
the very cadence and manner of Keats
present to a degree which suggests actual
imitation, together with a marked affec-
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tion for special words of the Keatsian
vocabulary, such as " argent," " bloom,"
and "bloomy." For Hood's poem of
" Hero and Leander," the model is un-
disguisedly Shakespeare's " Venus and
Adonis ;" but, with all the disadvantage
which this comparison involves, the
reader will find much to admire in
Hood's version of the classic legend.
Here are some lines describing the dis-
tant appearance of the face of the water-
witch Scylla to Leander, luring him to
his death, as he is buffeting with the
waves : —
" Her aspect's like a moon divinely fair,
But makes the midnight darker that it lies on;
Tis so beclouded with her coal-black hair
That densely skirts her luminous horizon,
Making her doubly fair, thus darkly set,
As marble lies advantaged upon jet."
If Hood does not rank in the first class
among recent English poets, after Words-
worth and Keats, in virtue of these poems
of metrical narrative and sensuous fancy,
he attains a greater height and strikes
with a stronger emphasis in another
class of serious poems — those which con-
sist in the vivid imagination and abrupt
lyric representation of ghastly situations
in physical nature and in human life.
His " Dream of Eugene Aram," his
"Haunted House," his "Eorge," and
his " Last Man," are well-known ex-
amples. There was, indeed, in Hood's
genius a certain fascination for the
ghastly — a certain familiarity of the
fancy with ideas and objects usually
kept out of mind as too horrible and
disagreeable. Toying with his pencil,
he would sketch skulls, or coffins, or
grinning skeletons in antic mimicry of
the attitudes of life. One of the most
painful of the illustrations which accom-
pany these Memorials is a sketch of
himself lying in his shroud as a corpse,
which he made while in bed during his
last illness. Something of this fascina-
tion for the ghastly, this tendency to
imagine horrible objects and situations,
runs through Hood's comic writings,
sometimes appearing distinctly, but in
other places only obliging humour and
frolic by a kind of reaction. " The
hyena," he says himself, " is notoriously
a frequenter of graves, a prowler amongst
tombs ; he is also the only beast that
laughs, at least above his breath." Omit-
ting the moral dislike implied in the
image chosen, Hood meant its intellec-
tual import to be taken. From thoughts
of death and graveclothes, of murders,
of suicides, of gibbets on solitary moors,
of suggestions of the fiend in gloomy
rooms to men on the verge of madness
— from a dark circumference of such
thoughts, conceived with an almost reck-
less literality, we see the Humourist
rebounding into the thick and bustle
of ordinary social life, rioting in its in-
finite provocations to mirth, raising
smiles and laughter wherever he goes,
and turning speech into a crackle of jests.
How extraordinary the rebound in
Hood's case ! Though a not insignifi-
cant proportion of his writings consists
of such productions of the quiet poetic
fancy and such representations of the
ghastly as have been described, by far
the larger proportion consists of his
contributions, during five-and-twenty
years, to the fugitive British literature
of wit and humour. Vast as are now
the dimensions of that literature among
us — organised, sharpened, and adjusted
as it has been by the long reign of King
Punch — Hood's place in its history is
not likely soon to be forgotten. From
his first connexion with the London
press in 1821, it was his habit to
throw off those "grotesques, and ara-
besques, and droll picturesques," to use
his own words, " which his good genius
(a Pantagruelian familiar) charitably
conjured up to divert him from more
sombre realities." Even then his hu-
mour was of a flavour different from
that of ,Hook's humour, or of the hu-
mour of any contemporary wit ; in later
years, his Comic Annual was a kind of
anticipation of Punch ; and to the last,
in the New Monthly and in Hood's
Magazine, it was in "grotesques, ara-
besques, and droll picturesques," that
he was most prolific. If all his pro-
ductions of this kind were collected, no
one knows how many hundreds they
would number. They are generally
brief j but they vary in brevity, from
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the single-lined pun or jest, or the witty
stanza or couplet, to the extended prose-
sketch, or such a metrical extravagance
as " Miss Kilmansegg." And then the
variety of form and matter ! — pun
and word-play throughout ; here satire
with definite purpose, there a mere
whirl of humorous nonsense ; some-
times a little essay ; sometimes a sketch
of character, or of a comic incident in
a stage-coach or in the streets ; some-
times a tale in a chapter or two ; some-
times an imaginary correspondence. In
Hood's Own, published by himself in
1838-9, and in the volume of his se-
lected Poems of Wit and Humour, pub-
lished after his death, we have perhaps
his best things in this kind collected;
and certainly there is more in the two
volumes together than the most in-
satiable appetite for a (rnwnage dinner
(Hood's own, not mine !) will be able
to stand, if the reading is continuous.
Page after page it is pun, flash, quip,
subtlety, oddity, mad fantasy of fun, till
the feeling is that of fatigue with the
very excess — save where (and this is
one of the minor uses of verse) the
pleasure of metre and rhyme prolongs
the power of reading. And then, 0 if
one had but the memory to retain a
moderate percentage of the good things
of which one has had such a surfeit!
How, by merely retailing them, one could
win peals of laughter from end to end of
a dinner-table, and hoodwink, people into
the belief that one was a wit oneself
Alas ! the human memory is not con-
structed to retain more than five jokes
simultaneously of the greatest humourist
that ever lived. One is the common
number ; three is unusual ; and five is
the extreme limit. Test the matter by
trial among your friends. Get any com-
pany who have known Theodore Hook,
or Sydney Smith, or Douglas Jerrold, —
men who said new good things every
day for thirty years, — to club their re-
collections of these good things to-
gether ; and the result will be that,
though the joint efforts of the oblivious
blockheads, raking their memories for
«, whole hour together, may recover
{duplicates deducted) a dozen distinct
witticisms, he will be the cock of the
company who has furnished five. We
hear but of one man who, at a single
sitting, could dictate from memory a
longish collection of jests and apo-
phthegms ; but they were from different
sources, and he was the author of the
" Novum Organum." Moral to all Bos-
wells of celebrated wits now living : Book
each day's jests punctually every night.
Posterity will thank you; and, if they
don't, never mind.
Hood's good things having in very
large measure been booked by himself,
we have not far to search for our speci-
mens. Reader, what would you call
the earliest impressions for good or evil
produced on the mind of an infant
by family-circumstances before its book-
education begins 1 Hood calls them
" impressions before the letters." What
does a schoolboy enjoy when he goes
home for the holidays? "No satis to
the jams." What deafness' could ex-
ceed that of the old woman in one of
Hood's poems who was " as deaf as dog's
ears to Enfield's Speaker," deaf not only
to nouns and verbs, but " even to the
definite article " ? And, if you wanted
to sell her a hearing-trumpet, how could
you recommend it better than by telling
her of another old woman who was fully
as deaf as herself, if you could add —
" Well, I sold her a horn, and, the very next
day,
She heard from her husband in Botany Bay."
Did you ever hear of the Irish school-
master's coat 1 —
" 'Twas such a jerkin short
As Spenser had ere he composed his tales."
What is Hood's simile for autumn?
"The book of nature getting short of
leaves." Have you ever read Hood's
baUad of "Faithless Sally Brown,"
once sung in all the theatres and by the
boys in the streets ? Sally's sweetheart
having been pressed as a sailor, her grief
was irrepressible.
" Alas ! ' they've taken my beau, Ben,
To sail with old Benbow ;'
And her woe began to run afresh,
As if she said, Gee woe !"
But Sally proved fickle, and Ben, re-
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turning after tAvo years, finds her mar-
ried to another. The poor fellow is
inconsolable, and apostrophizes her —
" Oh, Sally Brown, oh, Sally Brown,
How could you serve me so ?
I've met with many a breeze before,
But never such a blow ! "t
Then, reading on his 'bacco box,
He heaved a heavy sigh,
And then began to eye his pipe,
And then to pipe his eye.
And then he tried to sing ' All's Well,'
But could not, though he tried ;
His head was turned, and so he chew'd
His pigtail till he died.
His death, which happened in his berth,
At forty-odd befel :
They went and told the sexton, and
The sexton toll'd the bell."
In the tender mood in which this leaves
the reader, the following may shock : —
" 'Tis horrible to die,
And come down with our little all of dust."
Here is a reference to the Vestal fire : —
" Like that old fire that, quite beyond a doubt,
Was always in — for none have found it out."
And this is pretty : —
" All the little birds had laid their heads
Under their wings — sleeping in feather-
beds."
Here are a few together^: —
" The hackney-poets overcharge their fair."
" There's something in a horse
That I can always honour, but never could
endorse."
"Four sorry steeds shall follow in each
coach —
Steeds that confess the luxury of Wo."
" To muse on death at Ponder's End."
"A man that's fond precociously of stirring
Must be a spoon."
"Utopia is a pleasant place;
But how shall I get there ?
' Straight down the crooked Lane,
And all round the Square.' "
Hood's wit seems often to hare taken
a military direction. Here is an army
on march —
" So many marching men
That soon, might be March-dust."
And here, a detachment of volunteers —
" The pioneers seem very loth
To axe their way to glory."
And who has not heard of Ben
Battle ?
" Ben Battle was a soldier bold,
And used to war's alarms ;
But a cannon-ball took off his legs ;
So he laid down his arms.
Now, as they bore him from the field,
Said he, ' Let others shoot,
For here I leave my second leg,
And the Forty-Second Foot.' "
On Ben's return home, his sweetheart
jilts him, in consequence of his mutila-
tion; saying she did love him before he
went away, but now he stands on a dif-
ferent footing —
" Oh, Nelly Gray ! Oh, Nelly Gray !
For all your jeering speeches,
At duty's call, I left my legs
In Badajos's breaches!"
But, to get back to prose, is there not
something touching in the dying words
of the old schoolmaster, " I am sinking
fast ; I am going from the terrestrial
globe to the celestial" 1 And is not
this good advice, "Never fancy, every
time you cough, that you are going to
coughy-pot " 1 And what a breadth of
surface in the idea of the "London bill-
sticker, who had volunteered into the
Chinese expedition, to get a sight, as he
said, of the great Chinese wall ! " As a
reason against cruelty to animals, Hood
lays stress on the fact that " bullocks
don't wear oxide of iron ;" and to excite
our sympathy even with the cold and
remote Esquimaux, he bids us think of
the children in that region, "born to
blubber." Here are a few scraps from
his Commonplace Book : —
" Some men pretend to penetration, who have
not even halfjpenny-tra.tion."
" A Quaker loves the ocean for its broad brim.
" A parish-clerk's Amen-ity of disposition.
" If three barleycorns go to an inch, how
many corns go to a foot ? Bunyan
says, thirty-six."
" Who have the tenderest feet ? Cornish men.
" Who make surest of going to Heaven ? Des-
centers."
The following is a selection from a
long list of sham-titles for books, given
Thomas Hood.
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to the Duke of Devonshire to be set on
a Library Door at Chatsworth : —
u Ye Devill on Two Styx (Black Letter) 2 vols.
" On Cutting off Heirs with a Shilling. By
Barber Beaumont.
" Percy Vere. In 40 volumes.
" On the Affinity of the Death Watch and
Sheep Tick.
" Malthus's Attack of Infantry.
" Macadam's Views in Rhodes.
" Manfredi. Translated by Defoe.
" Earl Grey on Early Rising.
" The Life of Zimmermann. By Himself.
" On Trial by Jury, with remarkable Packing
Cases.
" Koscuisko on the right of the Poles to stick
up for themselves.
"On Sore Throat and the Migration of the
Swallow.
" Johnson's Contradictionary.
" Cursory Remarks on Swearing.
" The Scottish Boccaccio. By D. Cameron."
In default of longer extracts, the reader
is bound to remember that the humour
of Hood is to be seen in a more diffused
form than such verbal samples as we
have given would serve to suggest — in
poems and sketches, where the mere wit
and word-play are but seasoning to a
wider and more continuous interest
arising from lively incident and the
dramatic representation of character.
All in all, his "Miss Kilmansegg" is
perhaps his best humorous poem of any
considerable length ; and among his
prose-sketches the most amusing are
perhaps those which take the form of
letters passing between cooks, maid-
- servants, and other illiterate persons,
and giving their impressions of public
and private matters in their own style
and spelling.
Well, but what is it all worth? In
truth, "/ don't know; nor you don't
know; nor none of us don't know;"
but this we all feel — that it is worth
something. The day surely is past in
which it was thought necessary to apolo-
gise for humour ; and, despite a few obsti-
nate dissenters, the peculiarly affectionate
spirit with which our recent philosophy
has been disposed to regard humour in
general, is now gladly extended, by all
consistent persons, even to that long-
vilified form of humour which consists
in word-play and pun. As to the use of
that or of any other kind of humour —
this is not the only case in which it
would be well once for all to adopt the
principle, that the justification of a
thing is to be sought, a priori, in the
fact that it proceeds from obedience to
an innate function, as well as, a pos-
teriori, in an attempted appreciation of
its calculable effects. But, if an answer
to the question, " Cui bono ?" is still de-
manded, one may point out that, just as
in reading a great poem or other serious
work of imagination, two kinds of bene-
fit are distinguishable — the benefit, on
the one hand, of the actual matter of
thought, the images, the expressions,
delivered into the mind from it, and
either remaining there to. be recovered
by the memory when wanted, or play-
ing more occultly into the under-
processes of the mind that lie beneath
conscious memory ; and the benefit, on
the other hand, of the momentary stir,
or wrench, or enthusiastic rouse, given
to the mind in the act of reading — so,
with a difference, is it with humorous
writing too. First, there is the actual
intellectual efficiency afterwards of the
good things communicated — whether
they be bits of shrewd sense, or maxims,
or touching combinations of ideas, or
permanent fancies of mirth for the
mental eye; and, secondly, there is the
twitch given to the mind, along with
every good thing, in the act of receiving
it, and the total shampooing or ex-
hilaration resulting from their sum. But
the reader will probably like to work
out the rest of the psychology of the
subject for himself.
To redeem Hood, however, from the
consequences of any adverse decision
that might be come to on this ground
by the narrower utilitarians of literature,
there remains yet a select class of his
writings, characterised by the presence
of moral and speculative purpose, to an
extent that ought to satisfy the strictest
advocate for the consecration of genius
to philanthropic aims and the service of
struggling opinion. Like other men,
Hood had his "fixed ideas" in life —
permanent thoughts and convictions, in
behalf of which he could become pugna-
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cious or even savage, or under the ex-
citement of which every show of humour
would fall off from him, and he would
appear as a man purely sorrowful and
serious. The sentiment of Anti-Phari-
saism may he regarded as traditional in
all men of popular literary genius ; and
hack from our own days to those of
Burns and still farther, British Litera-
ture has abounded with expressions of
it, each more or less powerful in its
time, hut not superseding the necessity
of another, and still another, in the
times following. Almost last in the
long list of these poets of Anti-Phari-
saism comes the name of Hood. His
writings are full of this sentiment, and
especially of protests against over-rigid
Sahhatarianism. On no subject did he
so systematically and resolutely exert
his powers of sarcasm and wit ; and
perhaps the English language does not
contain any single poem from which
the opponents of extreme Sabbatarian-
ism and of what is called religious
formality in general can borrow more
pungent quotations, or which is really
in its way a more eloquent assertion of
personal intellectual freedom, than the
Ode to Rae Wilson, Esquire. The follow-
ing passage is very popular: —
" The Saints ! — the Pharisees, whose beadle
stands
Beside a stern coercive kirk,
A piece of human mason-work,
Calling all sermons contrabands
In that great Temple that's not made with
hands !
" Thrice blessed, rather, is the man with
whom
The gracious prodigality of nature,
The balm, the bliss, the beauty, and the
bloom,
The bounteous providence in every feature,
Recall the good Creator to his creature,
Making all earth a fane, all heaven its dome !
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells ;
The jubilate of the soaring lark
Is chaunt of clerk ;
For choir, the thrush and the gregarious
linnet ;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want ;
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool, a font.
Each cloud-capp'd mountain is a holy altar ;
An organ breathes in every grove ;
And the full heart's a Psalter,
Rich in deep hymns of gratitude and love ! "
Fortunately for Hood's reputation,
even with those whom he here attacks,
he has left other pieces, the sentiment of
which cannot be discussed controversi-
ally, but belongs to the universal heart.
" He sang the Song of the Shirt " was
the epitaph which Hood chose for
himself; but, though we might par-
don the taste that would consent to
such a selection, because Hood himself
made it, we should be sure of the
general verdict that the finest thing
that Hood ever wrote was his " Bridge
of Sighs." Who can cross London
Bridge at night, or can read his news-
paper for many days successively, without
recalling some snatch of that famous
lyric?
THE YOUTH OF ENGLAND TO GAKIBALDI'S LEGIOK1
BY SYDNEY DOBELL.
O YE who by the gaping earth
Where, faint with resurrection, lay
An empire struggling into birth,
Her storm-strown beauty cold with
clay,
1 Those 1,067 Cacciatori, who, after conquer-
ing in the Lombard campaign, set out, unas-
sisted, and "looking upon themselves as already
•dead" (vide Times), to complete, in face of a
fleet and three armies, the work of Italian
emancipation.
The free winds round her flowery head,
Her feet still rooted with the dead,
Leaned on the unconquered arms that
clave
Her tomb like Judgment, and fore-
knew
The life for which you rent the grave,
Would rise to breathe, beam, beat for
you,
In every pulse of passionate mood,
A people's glorious gratitude, —
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But heard, far off, the mobled woe
Of some new plaintiff for the light ;
And leave your dear reward, and go
In haste, yet once again to smite
The hills, and, like a flood, unlock
Another nation from the rock ;
Oh ye who, sure of nought but God
And death, go forth to turn the page
Of life, and in your heart's best blood
Date anew the chaptered age ;
Ye o'er whom, as the abyss
O'er Curtius, sundered worlds shall kiss,
Do ye dream what ye have done 1
What ye are and shall be 1 Nay,
Comets rushing to the sun,
And dyeing the tremendous way
With glory, look not back, nor know
How they blind the earth below.
From wave to wave our race rolls on,
In seas that rise, and fall, and rise ;
Our tide of Man beneath the moon
Sets from the verge to yonder skies ;
Throb 'after throb the ancient might
In such a thousand hills renews the
earliest height.
'Tis something, o'er that moving vast,
To look across the centuries
Which heave the purple of a past
That was, and is not, and yet is,
And in that awful light to see
The crest of far Thermopylae,
And, as a fisher draws his fly
Ripple by ripple, from shore to shore,
To draw our floating gaze, and try
The more by less, the less by more,
And find a peer to that sublime
Old height in the last surge of time.
'Tis something : yet great Clio's reed,
Greek with the sap of Castaly,
In her most glorious word midway
Begins to weep and bleed ;
And Clio, lest she burn the line
Hides her blushing face divine,
While that maternal muse, so white
And lean with trying to forget,
Moves her mute lips, and, at the sight,
As if all suns that ever set
Slanted on a mortal ear
What man can feel but cannot hear,
We know, and know not how we know,
That when heroic Greece uprist,
Sicilia broke a daughter's vow,
And failed the inexorable tryst, —
We know that when those Spartans drew
Their swords — too many and too few ! —
A presage blanched the Olympian hill
To moonlight : the old Thunderer
nods;
But all the sullen air is chill
With rising Fates and younger gods.
Jove saw his peril and spake : one blind
Pale coward touched them with mankind.
What, then, on that Sicanian ground
Which soured the blood of Greece to
shame,
To make the voice of praise resound
A triumph that, if Grecian fame
Blew it on her clarion old,
Had warmed the silver trump to gold !
What, then, brothers ! to brim o'er
The measure Greece could scarcely
brim,
And, calling Victory from the dim
Of that remote Thessalian shore,
Make his naked limbs repeat
What in the harness of defeat
He did of old ; and, at the head
Of modern men, renewing thus
Thermopylae, with Xerxes fled
And every Greek Leonidas,
Untitle the proud Past and crown
The heroic ages in our own !
Oh ye, whom they who cry " how long '
See, and — as nestlings in the nest
Sink silent — sink into their rest ;
Oh ye, in whom the Eight andWrong
That this old world of Day and Night
Crops upon its black and white,
Shall strike, and, La the last extremes
Of final best and worst, complete
The circuit of your light and heat ;
Oh ye who walk upon our dreams,
And live, unknowing how or why
The vision and the prophecy,
In every tabernacled tent —
Eat shew-bread from the altar, and
wot
Not of it — drink a sacrament
At every draught and know it not —
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Breathe a nobler year -whose least
Worst day is as the fast and feast
Of men — and, with such steps as chime
To nothing lower than the ears
Can hear to whom the marching
spheres
Beat the universal time
Thro' our Life's perplexity,
March the land and sail the sea,
O'er those fields where Hate hath led
So oft the hosts of Crime and Pain —
March to break the captive's chain,
To heal the sick, to raise the dead,
And, where the last deadliest rout
Of furies cavern, to cast out
Those Daemons, — ay, to meet the fell
Foul belch of swarming Satan hot
From ^tna, and down Etna's throat
Drench that vomit back to hell —
In the east your star doth burn;
The tide of Fate is on the turn ;
The thrown powers that mar or make
Man's good lie shed upon the sands,
Or on the wave about to break
Are flotsam that nor swims nor stands ;
Fjarth is cold and pale, a-swoon
With fear ; to the watch-tower of noon
The sun climbs sick and sorrowful,
Or, like clouded Csesar, doth fold
His falling greatness to behold
Some crescent evil near the full
Hell flickers ; and the sudden reel
Of fortune, stopping in mid- wheel
Till the shifted current blows,
Clacks the knocking balls of chance ;
And the metred world's advance
Pauses at the rhythmic close ;
One stave is ended, and the next
Chords its discords on the vext
And tuning Time : this is the hour
When weak Nature's need should be
The Hero's opportunity,
And heart and hand are Eight and
Power,
And he who will not serve may reign,'
And who dares well dares nought in
vain.
Behind you History stands a-gape ;
On either side the incarnadine
Hot nations in whom war's wild wine
Burns like vintage thro' the grape,
See you, ruddy with the morn
Of Freedom, see you, and for scorn
As on that old day of wrath
The hosts drew off in hope and doubt,
And the shepherd-boy stept out
To sling Judsea upon Gath,
Furl in two, and, still as stone,
Like a red sea let you on.
On ! ay tho' at war's alarms
That sea should flood into a foe !
On ! the horns of Jericho
Blow when Virtue blows to arms.
Numberless or numbered — on !
Men are millions, God is one.
On ! who waits for favouring gales ?
What hap can ground your Argosy ?
A nation's blessings fill your sails,
And tho' her wrongs scorched ocean dry,
Yet ah ! her blood and tears could roll
Another sea from pole to pole.
On ! day round ye, summer bloom
Beneath, in your young veins the bliss
Of youth ! Who asks more 1 Ask but
this,
— And ask as One will ask at Doom —
If lead be true, if steel be keen ?
If hearts be pure, if hands be clean ?
On ! night round ye, the worst roak
Of Fortune poisoning all youth's bliss ;
Each grass a sword, each Delphic oak
An omen ! Who dreads ? Dread but
this, —
Blunted steel and lead unsure,
Hands unclean and hearts impure !
Full of love to God and man
As girt Martha's wageless toil ;
Gracious as the wine and oil
Of the good Samaritan ;
Healing to our wrongs and us
As Abraham's breast to Lazarus ;
Piteous as the cheek that gave
Its patience to the smiter, still
Rendering nought but good for ill,
Tho' the greatest good ye have
Be iron, and your love and ruth
Speak but from the cannon's mouth —
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On ! you servants of the Lord,
In the right of servitude
Reap the life He sowed, and blood
His frenzied people with the sword,
And the blessing shall be yours,
That falls upon the peacemakers !
Ay, tho' trump and clarion blare,
Tho' your charging legions rock
Earth's bulwarks, tho' the slaughtered
air
Be carrion, and the encountered shock
Of your clashing battles jar
The rung heav'ns, this is Peace, not
War!
With that two-edged sword that cleaves
Crowned insolence to awe,
And whose backward lightning leave
Licence stricken into law,
Fill, till slaves and tyrants cease,
The sacred panurgy of peace !
Peace, as outraged peace can rise
When her eye that watched and
prayed
Sees upon the favouring skies
The great sign, so long delayed,
And from hoofed and trampled sod
She leaps transfigured to a god,
Meets amid her smoking land
The chariot of careering war,
Locks the whirlwind of his car,
Wrests the thunder from his hand,
And, with his own bolt down-hurl'd,
Brains the monster from the world !
Hark ! he comes ! His nostrils cast
Like chaif before him flocks and men.
Oh proud, proud day, in yonder glen
Look on your heroes ! Look your last,
Your last: and draw in with the pas-
sionate eye
Of love's last look the sights that paint
eternity.
He comes — a tempest hides their place !
Tis morn. The long day wanes. The
loud
Storm lulls. Some march out of the
cloud,
The princes of their age and race ;
And some the mother earth that bore
Such sons hath loved too well to let them
leave her more.
But oh, when joy-bells ring
For the living that return,
And the fires of victory burn,
And the dancing kingdoms sing,
And beauty takes the brave
To the breast he bled to save,
Will no faithful mourner weep
Where the battle-grass is gory,
And deep the soldier's sleep
In his martial cloak of glory,
Sleeps the dear dead buried low?
Shall they be forgotten ? Lo,
On beyond that vale of fire
This babe must travel ere the child
Of yonder tall and bearded sire
His father's image hath fulfilled,
He shall see in that far day
A race of maidens pale and grey.
Theirs shall be nor cross nor hood,
Common rite nor convent roof,
Bead nor bell shall put to proof
A sister of that sisterhood ;
But by noonday or by night
In her eyes there shall be light
And as a temple organ, set
To its best stop by hands long gone,
Gives new ears the olden tone
And speaks the buried master yet,
Her lightest accents have the key
Of ancient love and victory.
And, as some hind, whom his o'erthrown
And dying king o'er hill and flood
Sends laden with the fallen crown,
Breathes the great trust into his blood
Till all his conscious forehead wears
The splendid secret that he bears,
For ever, everywhere the same,
Thro' every changing time and scene,
In widow's weeds and lowly name
She stands a bride, she moves a queen ;
The flowering land her footstep knows ;
The people bless her as she goes,
Whether upon your sacred days
She peers the mightiest and the best,
Or whether, by the common ways,
The babe leans from the peasant's
breast,
While humble eyelids proudly fill,
And momentary Sabbaths still
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The hand that spins, the foot that delves,
And all our sorrow and delight
Behold the seraph of themselves
In that pure face where woe grown
bright
Seems rapture chastened to the mild
And equal light of smiles unsmiled.
And if perchance some wandering king,
Enamoured of her virgin reign,
Should sue the hand whose only ring
Is the last link of that first chain,
Forged hy no departed hours, and seen
But in the daylight that hath been,
She pauses ere her heart can speak,
And, from below the source of tears,
The girlhood to her faded cheek
Goes slowly up thro' twenty years,
And, like the shadow in her eyes,
Slowly the living Past replies,
In tones of such serene eclipse
As if the voices of Death and Life
Came married by her mortal lips
To more than Life or Death — "A
wife
Thou wooest ; on yonder field he died
Who lives in all the world beside."
Oh, ye who, in the favouring smile
Of Heaven, at one great stroke shall
win
The gleaming guerdons that beguile
Glory's grey-haired Paladin
Thro' all his threescore jousts and ten,
— Love of women, and praise of men,
The spurs, the bays, the palm, the
crown, —
Who, from your mountain-peak among
Mountains, thenceforth may look along
The shining tops of deeds undone,
And take them thro' the level air
As angels walk from star to star,
We from our isle — the ripest spot
Of the round green globe — where all
The rays of God most kindly fall,
And warm us to that temperate lot
Of seasoned change that slowly brings
Fruition to the orb of things,
We from this calm in chaos, where
Matter running into plan
And Eeason solid in a man
Mediate the earth and air,
See ye winging yon far gloom,
Oh, ministering spirits ! as some
Blest soul above that, all too late,
From his subaltern seat in heaven
Looks round and measures fate with fate,
And thro' the clouds below him
driven
Beholds from that calm world of bliss
The toil and agony of this,
And, warming with the scene rehearst,
Bemoans the realms where all is won,
And sees the last that shall be first,
And spurns his secondary throne,
And envies from his changeless sphere
The life that strives and conquers here.
But ere toward fields so old and new
We leap from joys that shine in vain,
And rain our passion down the blue
Serene — once more — once more — to
drain
Life's dreadful ecstasy, and sell
Our birthright for that oxymel
Whose stab and unction still keep quick
The wound for ever lost and found,
Lo, o'erhead, a cherubic
And legendary lyre, that round
The eddying spaces turns a dream
Of ancient war ! And at the theme
Harps to answering harps, on high,
Call, recall, that but a strait
Of storm divides our happy state
From that pale sleepless Mystery
Who pines to sit upon the throne
He served ere falling to his own.
MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE.
SEPTEMBER, 1860.
THE FUTURE OF EUEOPE FORETOLD IN HISTORY.
BY T. E. CLIFFE LESLIE.
THE events of the last year and a half,
and the character of the agitation over
many parts of the continent, must have
banished from the most conservative and
peaceable minds in this country all con-
fidence in the stability of the present
political and territorial divisions of
Europe. Whatever there may be in
the numerous omens of departure from
the status quo to alarm or to interest
Englishmen, there is at least no occasion
for surprise at the prospect. Europe is
not now for the first time occupied about
the removal of ancient landmarks. Its
history is a chronicle of continual repar-
titions of its territory. Experience
therefore would warrant no other expec-
tation than that of further rearrange-
ments, but it may not be so obvious that
experience can help us to foresee the
consummation towards which all such
changes converge.
It is the object of this essay to show
that all the alterations of the political
map, since the dissolution of the Roman
Empire, have proceeded upon a uniform
principle and in one direction ; and that,
from a comparison of accomplished facts
with the tendency of existing move-
ments, we may gather instruction of a
practical kind respecting our prospects
and duties, considered as both English-
men and Europeans, — or as citizens not
only of the British Empire, but of the
great commonwealth of civilized states.
For the most part, nations are not
more slow to anticipate the revolutions
ISTo. 11. — VOL. n.
of time, than they are quick to forget
the order of things which those revolu-
tions supersede. Thus French historians
of all systems, and politicians of all
parties, are accustomed to assume that
their nation and government have some
ancient, natural, and immutable title to
their present, and even more extensive
boundaries ;l although, in truth, France
hiis very lately reached her existing
limits — by nine hundred years of war
and usurpation — and has no other right
to them than the power to hold what
she has seized, the gradual acquiescence
of many vanquished peoples, and the
final assent of the rest of Europe.
Whatever unity Gaul possessed as a
province of the empire of the Caesars — as
a single fraction of that vast imperial
unit — was a matter of Roman admini-
stration entirely ; there was nothing
national, much less modern or French
1 This idea is more deeply rooted in the
Freuch mind than is commonly believed in
England, and would be dangerous to the peace
of Europe even if there were no Bonapartists
living.
" La nature ne voulut que le maintien de
nos limites naturelles. L'idde de les reprendre
ne se perdra jamais : elle est profondement
nationale et profondement historique." —
Thierry, Rgcits des Temps M£rov. i. 194.
" C'est seulement au traite" de Verdun, en
843, que la France a recule" du Rhin et des
Alpes. Elle n'a cesse de reclamer son antique
heritage." — Duruy, Hist, de France, i. 2.
" Jusqu'ou allait la Gaule, disait Richelieu,
jusque la doit aller la France." — Id. ii. 224.
Compare Thiers, "Hist, du Consulat et de
1'Empire," vol. xvii. p. 124, and passim.
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in it. Nay, during the integrity of the
province, as such, those bands of German
warriors (through whom, by a singular
fortune, the Frank name came by de-
grees to be imposed upon several distinct
nationalities and independent states) had
not crossed the Somme, and they never
finally occupied or governed more than
a small portion of the land between the
Ehine, the Alps, and the Pyrenees. The
army of Clovis had but a momentary
and partial success south of the Loire,
and made no conquest of Brittany.
Charlemagne had no better title to the
sovereignty of the various nations then
in Gaul than to the rest of his evanes-
cent empire, which was but an incident
of the German invasions, and scarcely
belongs to the history and settlement of
modern Europe.
By the treaty of Verdun in 843, the
Meuse and the Ehone became the
boundaries of Charles the Bald's no-
minal kingdom of France or Gaul. But
so broken is the succession between
ancient or Roman Gaul, this Carlovingian
France, and the modern country of that
name, that, towards the end of the tenth
century, while the genuine Romans and
primitive Celts were slaves, the Bretons,
Normans, Burgundians, Visigoths, and
Gascons maintained against the Franks
their separate territories, their distinct
nationality, names, and political inde-
pendence. About this time it was that
the duke of a small district north of the
Loire, insulated by natural boundaries,
a ad long afterwards called the Isle of
France, assumed, with the consent of
some of the chieftains of northern Gaul,
the title of King ; thereby effacing the
last vestige of the Carlovingian sove-
reignty, while laying the foundation of
thse modern realm of France. For more
than two centuries after Hugh Capet was
crowned, the people south of the Loire
were distinguished by the general name
of Romans from the people above that
river, who were called (though not in-
variably or without dispute) Franks or
French. During this period the only
monarch who reigned by legitimate right
on both sides of this natural boundary
of France was the King of England.
Until the crusade of Simon de Montfort,
followed by the annexation to the crown
of France of Languedoc and Provence,
"the French of the North had vainly
" endeavoured to extend their rule over
" the Gallo-Roman or Gothic popu-
" lation of the south. The language
" divided and defined the two yet un-
" mingled races. Throughout the war
" the Crusaders are described as the
" Franks, as a foreign nation invading a
" separate territory."1 The annexation
of Belgium or Switzerland at this day
would not be a more cruel violation of
national rights and feelings than that
which is thus described by a French
historian : — " Thus were annexed to the
" kingdom of France the provinces of
" ancient Gaul situated right and left of
" the Rhone, except Guienne and the
" valleys at the foot of the Pyrenees.
" The most disastrous period in the
' history of the people of southern
' France is that at which they became
' French ; when the king, whom their
' ancestors used to call the King of
Paris, began to term them his subjects
of the langue d'oc, in contra-distinction
to the French of the Outre Loire, who
spoke the langue cFoui. Hatred of
the French name was the national
" passion of the new subjects of the
" King of France ; and, even after more
" than two hundred years had elapsed,
" to fall under his immediate govern-
" ment, by the extinction of the counts
" of Anjou, appeared to the people of
" Provence a new national calamity." 2
Guienne likewise, it is well known,
formed no part of the original dominions
of the Capetian dynasty, and was not
annexed until some time after the ex-
pulsion of the English in the fifteenth
century, whose departure was long
lamented by many of the inhabitants of
the duchy.
When, finally, the last English town
had been captured, in 1558, Francis II.
was crowned King of France from Calais
to the Pyrenees, by no better title than
that which had led to the coronation of
Henry VI.' of England upon the same
1 Milman's Latin Christianity, iv. 204.]
2 Thierry's Norman Conquest.
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throne, that is to say, the fortune of
war.
In another sense the war with Eng-
land may be said to have created the
French monarchy and nation; for, as
every French historian confesses, it was
in the course of that long struggle that
the different races began to forget the
natural, or primitive and uncivilized
divisions of locality and descent, and by
making common cause against a com-
mon enemy, to regard each other as
fellow countrymen. Yet even at the
beginning of the seventeenth century
the territory of France was far short of
its present boundaries ; the policy of
Eichelieu, the merciless encroachments
of Louis XIV, and after his death a
century and a half of war and annexa-
tion followed, before Alsace, la Franche
Comte, Eoussillon, Lorraine, Nice, and
Savoy, could be included under a single
government, or inhabited by a united
nation.1
Thus the history of France, and of
the consolidation of the different races,
languages, laws, and governments which
once nourished between the Mediter-
ranean, the Alps, and the Atlantic, is
identical in its main features with that
of the growth of the empire of all the
Eussias out of the dukedom of Mos-
cow. It is one series of conquests,
annexations, and usurpations ; one con-
tinuous repudiation of geographical or
fixed natural limits ; one unsparing
denial of claims to national indepen-
dence and unity founded on race, history,
language, institutions, and locality. The
genuine traditions of French policy no
more recognise the Ehine, the Alps, and
the Pyrenees as the natural boundaries
of France, than the Oise, the Marne,
and the Cevennes, the Ehone', the Loire,
and the Garonne, or the Vosges and the
Saone, which have been successively
crossed. The Elbe and the Carpathians,
the Ebro and the Mediterranean,2 are
1 " La revolution et les guerres de la revolu-
tion ont plus fait pour 1'unite de la France que
n'auraient fait dix siecles." — Revue des Deux
Mondfs, 1 Juillet, 1860. Nice and Savoy can-
not, even now, be regarded as irrevocably an-
nexed to France.
s The Mediterranean has already been not
beyond. So long as earth and water
remain for her heralds to demand, France
will not want popular doctrines, "which
" may reach forth just occasions (as may
" be pretended) of war." 3 The conscience
of the nation is in this respect more
easily satisfied than even that of the
ancient Eomans, who, as Lord Bacon
notices in his remarks on the advantage
to an empire of habits and ideas sug-
gestive of military enterprise, " though
" they esteemed the extending of the
" limits of their empire to be great honour
"to their generals when it was accom-
" plished, yet never rested upon that
"alone to begin a war."4 Indeed, the
Eomans modestly held their public fes-
tival in honour of the god of boundaries,
" on the sixth milestone towards Lau-
" rentum, because this was originally the
" extent of the Eoman territory in that
" direction."5 Upon the same principle
the French should celebrate their Ter-
minalia, not at Utrecht, Coblentz, or
Genoa, but near the fourth milestone on
the road from Paris to St. Denis, along
which Louis VI. so often rode, lance in
hand, to the abbey of which he was a
vassal, at the end of his royal domains ;
and along which Louis XIV. may have
passed on his way to invade the United
Provinces in 1672.6
indistinctly spoken of as a French lake by
natural position.
3 Bacon. Essay XXIX. Of the True Great-
ness of Kingdoms. • '
4 Idem.
5 Smith's Greek and Roman Antiquities.
« In 1671 Sir W. Temple predicted this war
in terms which an English Statesman might
use almost without variation in 1860 : — " In
regard there are several conquests remaining
upon record (though all of them the mere
result of our own divisions and invitations), —
when trade is grown the design of all nations
in Europe ; when, instead of a king of France
surrounded and bearded by dukes of Brittany
and Burgundy, as well as our own possessions
of Normandy and Guienne, we now behold in
France the greatest forces that perhaps have
ever been known under the command of any
Christian Prince, it may import us in this
calm we enjoy to hearken to the storms that
are now rising abroad, and by the best per-
spectives that we have, to discover from what
coast they break. ... If there were any
certain height where the flights of power and
ambition use to end, we might imagine that
z 2
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But although the greatness of France
has been accomplished by an unswerv-
ing policy of aggression, as threatening
now as in the days of Louis XIV, it
would be a blind study of history to
overlook the immense acquisitions to
the domains of civilization from the
substitution of one powerful monarchy
for many independent and hostile states.
The successors of Hugh Capet might
hold the language of the Eoman con-
queror to the subjugated Gauls : "Kegna
" bellaque per Gallias semper fuere donee
" in nostrum jus concederetis." l It
should console us even for the surviving
jealousy of the English name/that so
many other rancorous national antipa-
thies are buried for ever ; and that a nu-
merous and illustrious people now dwell
together as brethren in unity, and, -how-
ever high and martial their spirit^ will
draw the sword against each other as
aliens no more. Nay, even this is some
compensation for past aggression, that
Europe has now the warning of so
many centuries that France will, sooner
or later, bear down the opposition of all
unequal and divided force, acknowledg-
ing no frontiers short of the most con-
venient positions to support the exten-
sion of her territory; and that, between
it and Russia, only brave, united, and
powerful nations can permanently pre-
serve their independence. It is still
more pertinent to our argument to
observe that the history of France,
as of every other great modern state,
the interest of France were but to conserve
its present greatness, so feared by its neigh-
bours, and so glorious in the world ; but, be-
sides that the motions and desires of human
minds are endless, it may be necessary for
France to have some war or other in pursuit
abroad which may amuse the nation, and keep
them from reflecting on their condition at
home, hard and uneasy to all but such as are
in pay from the Court. . . . Besides the
personal dispositions of the king, active and
aspiring, and many circumstances in the
Government, the continual increase of their
forces in time of peace, and their fresh inva-
sion of Lorraine, are enough to persuade most
men that the design of the crown is a war,
whenever they can open it with a prospect of
succeeding to purpose." — Surrey of the Con-
stitutions, rfr. in 1671.
1 Tacit. Hist. lib. iv. cap. 73.
establishes one central truth, that po-
litical unity, and the consequent supre-
macy of law over all quarrel, can alone
supersede the jurisdiction of force,2 and
that all Europe has been steadily ex-
tending the areas of fellow-citizenship
and patriotism, and steadily enclosing
international feud and the war of inde-
pendent sovereigns and societies within
legal barriers, ever since the anarchy
and independence (as it is called) of
savage life took shelter under the
feudal system.
In that primitive settlement and or-
ganization, in fixed localities and homes,
of wandering barbarians, we discover
the germ and archetype of the state
and the nucleus of the modern nation,
that is to say, of a society which has
fused ancient differences of descent and
blood, and is united by a larger and
nobler tie than that of the family or
tribe. Conquerors and conquered, com-
panions in arms, often of different
origins, settled upon the same spot,
formed one defensive compact, fixed
and fortified their site, choosing where
it was possible such frontiers as had
natural advantages for defence and war,
and which, in this sense, nature indi-
cated and ordained. Every bill and
stream afforded at once a landmark and
a natural fortification. Within these
narrow and precarious boundaries indus-
try and society might take root at last ;
for, although there was war — incessant
war — without, there was peace within.
There was war without, not (as M. Guizot
observes) because of the brutality of
feudal manners, but on account of the
absence of any central authority to make
binding general rules, enforce their
observance, and settle disputed rights.
There is not always in war anything
necessarily and essentially barbarous.
It is often the only final process by
which independent powers can conclude
angry differences about subjects to which
they attach vital importance. It does
not of necessity arise from wilful or
conscious injustice on either side ; when
2 In societate an4. lex, mt vis valet. Eicon,
De Fon'.ibus Juris, Aphjrismus I.
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it does, it implies spirited resistance to
injustice on the other side, which civi-
lized men are the most apt to make.
The feudal wars were in this respect
quite analogous to those of modern
states, which, by reason of their inde-
pendence, have often no means of legis-
lating conclusively for Europe and other
parts of the world except by arms, or
"armed opinions."
But interdependence and peace, not
independence and war, are the ultimate
destiny of mankind. And thus we find
throughout the middle ages a perpetual
consolidation of petty sovereignties and
republics, produced by that tendency of
human society to unity, which, beginning
with the composition of innumerable
fiefs in the ninth century, has issued in
a few great states and nations in the
nineteenth. The poor freeman ex-
changed his liberty for the protection
of the neighbouring lord; the lord
became the vassal of the greater count
or duke, compelled in his turn to
acknowledge the supremacy of some
more powerful suzerain ; until monarchy
rose upon the ruins of their common
independence ; ' and although it rose for
the most part cruelly, oppressively, and
treacherously, men hailed its appearance
because they could fly from petty tyrants
to the throne, and only an army capable
of invading a great state could annoy a
poor man's dwelling.
The decline of feudalism not only
proves the essentially transitory charac-
ter of political divisions and boundaries,
and the constant tendency of those
forces, which impel the movements of
European society, to sweep larger circles
of civil union, but also throws a light
1 " The tendency to centralization, towards
the formation of a power superior to local
powers, was rapid. Long before general
royalty — French royalty — appeared, upon all
parts of the territory there were formed under
the names of duchy, comity, viscownty, &c.,
many petty royalties invested with central
government, and under the rule of which the
rights of the possessors of fiefs, that is to
say, local sovereignties, gradually disappeared.
Such were the natural and necessary results of
the vices of the feudal system, and especially
of the excessive predominance of individual in-
dependence."— GUIZOT, Civilization in France.
on the chief cause of the essentially
military structure of modern civilization.
Petty independent states make war be-
cause of their independence, and petty
wars because their powers are petty.
Great states, too, make war because of
their independence, and their wars are
great in proportion to their own magni-
tude. And withal, " they live," as
Hobbes has said, " in the conditions of
" perpetual war, with their frontiers
" armed, and cannon planted against
" their neighbours round about." When
Eichelieu destroyed the fortifications of
the feudal engineers, Vauban fortified
the frontiers of the kingdom. Powerful
countries have powerful adversaries, but
they close in a common patriotism a
thousand local enmities.
We have seen that this was so in
France ; so it was in Spain. " For
" several hundred years after the Sara-
" cenic invasion at the beginning of the
" eighth century, Spain was broken up
" into a number of small but independent
" states, divided in their interests, and
'• often in deadly hostility with one
" another. It was inhabited by races
'' the most dissimilar in their origin,
' religion, and government By
' the middle of the fifteenth century,
' the number of states into which
' the country had been divided, was
' reduced to four, Castile, Arragon,
" Navarre, and the Moorish kingdom of
" Granada. At the close of that century
" these various races were blended into
" one great nation under one common
" rule. The war of Granada subjected
" all the sections of the country to one
" common action, under the influence of
" common motives of the most exciting
" kind ; while it brought them in con-
" flict with a race, the extreme repug-
" nance of whose institutions and cha-
" racter to their own served greatly to
" nourish the sentiment of nationality.
" In this way the spark of patriotism
' was kindled throughout the whole
' nation, and the most distant provinces
' of the Peninsula were knit together
' by a bond of union which has remained
* indissoluble. The petty states which
' had before swarmed over the country,
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' neutralising each other's operations,
' and preventing any effective movement
' abroad, were now amalgamated into
' one whole. Sectional jealousies and
' antipathies, indeed, were too sturdily
' rooted to be wholly extinguished, but
1 they gradually subsided under the
' influence of a common government,
' and commnnity of interests. A more
' enlarged sentiment was infused into
' the people, who, in their foreign rela-
" tions at least, assumed the attitude
" of one great nation. The names
" of Castifian and Arragonese were
" merged in the comprehensive one of
" Spaniard." *
In like manner the comprehensive
name of Englishman denotes a fusion of
races which once hated each other with
a hatred passing that of the Breton or
Provengal for the Frenchman ; and the
United Kingdom has grown great by the
fall of as many independent princes as
now divide and harass Germany. The
Saxon heptarchy, itself originally far
more subdivided, was first compressed
into an English monarchy; Wales,
Ireland, and Scotland were then included.
And this consolidated insular state be-
came the nucleus of a maritime empire,
whose outposts in Europe are Heligoland,
Gibraltar,2 Malta, and those floating for-
tifications demanded by commerce at an
epoch when art has effaced the boundaries
of nature, and placed in immediate juxta-
position all the conflicting traditions and
interests of the old and new worlds ;
when in fact civilization itself is militant,
as well as conscious that it must perish,
1 Prescott's Life and Times of Ferdinand
and Isabella.
2 The title of Great Britain to Gibraltar is
infinitely better than that under which France
garrisons Strasburg. Strasburg was trea-
cherously seized, as well as several other towns,
by Louis XIV. in time of peace, without the
least pretence of justifiable hostilities. Gib-
raltar was taken by the British in lawful war,
and its ownership is confirmed to them not
only by the Treaty of Utrecht, but by a
possession of nearly the same length as that
during which it was previously held by the
Spaniards, after having captured it from the
Moors. The Spaniards, a very modern nation,
have not a better right to their dominion over
the greater part of the peninsula.
if ever it meets with superior force on
the side of barbarism. The British
isles, in Virgil's days " divided from
the whole world," are, in our days,
closely united to a larger world than
the Roman poet knew.
For three centuries the breadth of the
Rhine sufficed to protect the Roman
province of Gaul from invasion by the
Franks, and was accordingly regarded as
the natural boundary of the Empire in
that direction. Now the English Chan-
nel is not a sufficient boundary, and we
are side by side with those same Franks,
who have fought their way from the
Rhine to the Atlantic, seizing as they
came some considerable Gallo-Roman
possessions of the English Crown.
Our insular history ceased when our
American and Asiatic history began ; and
we are called on to defend our trade
and citizens not only by the British
shores, but along the St. Lawrence, the
Red Sea, and the Indian Ocean. These
are become the natural boundaries of our
Empire. But the boundaries of empires
are inconstant things ; the earth acknow-
ledges the permanent dominion only of
powerful and united nations. The laws
of nature have decreed that the strong
must increase and the feeble decrease,
and have set a bounty on the firm con-
junction of numerous patriotic hearts.
Where now are the boundaries of
Poland, whose internal divisions scat-
tered a dominion which, stretching from
the Baltic to the Euxine, and from the
Danube to the Dnieper, threatened to
defeat the destinies of Brandenburg and
Moscow ?
Russian patriots and statesmen have
reason to rejoice that the cruel yoke of
the Tartars rescued their country from
being lost in Poland, by creating a na-
tional unity paramount over the local
differences of many petty principalities.2
That mighty empire — which has crossed
the Urals and broken down the middle
wall of partition between Europe and
Asia ; which has conquered the most
stubborn barriers of race and distance ;
swallowed up Finland, Poland, Siberia,
2 La Verite sur la Russie, par le Prince
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Circassia, and great part of Tartary, and
which now threatens at once China and
Turkey — first emerged from the union of
many feeble independent tribes, which a
thousand years ago were spread over the
plains of the Volga, and from the gradual
subjection to a common government of
numerous chiefs, once the equals of the
dukes of Moscow.
In the history of the Netherlands our
theory finds another melancholy confir-
mation. Had the Germans and Celts of
Holland and Belgium been capable of
spontaneous combination, or been con-
solidated by a line of politic princes,
they would not at this moment be re-
garded as a sort of natural prey by that
mixture of German and Celt, the French-
man. A division of races, begun by
nature, but which nature forbids to last,
has made Belgium the battle-field of
Europe, and exposed Holland to the
peril of ultimate submersion beneath a
mightier and more indefatigable power
than the ocean. Yet there might have
been reared on the opposite shore of the
North Sea a polity as grand as that which
in these islands has arisen from the
union of elements more opposed than
any that have divided the Netherlands
into two small and precarious kingdoms.
In his " History of the Dutch Republic,"
Mr. Motley has well observed —
" Had so many valuable and con-
" trasted characteristics been early fused
" into a whole, it would be difficult to
" show a race more richly endowed by
" nature for dominion and progress than
" the Belgo-Gennanic people. The pro-
" minent characteristics, by which the
" two great races of the land were dis-
" tinguished, time has rather hardened
" than effaced. In their contrast and
" separation lies the key to much of
" their history. Had Providence per-
" mitted a fusion of the two races, it is
" possible, from their position, and from
" the geographical and historical link
" which they would have afforded to the
" dominant tribes of people, that a world-
" empire might have been the result,
" different in many respects from any
" which has yet arisen."
King Leopold said lately to his people,
" Let us never forget the motto which
" our country has chosen for its own,
" ' It is union that constitutes strength ; ' "
and well would it have been if their
proper fellow-countrymen, the Dutch,
could have adopted and acted on such a
motto long ago. But the tide in the
affairs of men must be taken at the
flood. The narrow sympathies and
selfish arrogance of the Dutch have
bound them to their native shallows.
Yet some gleam of hope is reflected
northwards on Belgium and Holland
from the prospects of two other countries
by the side of France. It seems to be
the destiny of the French to promote the
unity of nations both when they fail and
when they prosper in their designs on
neighbouring states ; in one case by
identifying with a marvellous faculty
the feelings and interests of their new
compatriots with their own, and in the
other by compelling the communities,
whose independence they threaten, to
close their differences in the presence of
a common danger. Austria, too, seems
doomed to forward those amalgamations
of mankind which are most opposed to
her cherished policy. Thus, although
the divisions of Germany and the feuds
of Italy are as ancient as the breach
between Holland and Belgium, their
termination in a broad and generous
patriotism is at hand ; adding fresh
proof that it will not be the fate of
Europe to be for ever subdivided by
barbarian origin or situation, and that
old maps and canons of descent do not
fix irrevocably the terms of nationality.
Prussia, the hope of Germany, has no
frontiers in nature ; and her capital is
built on a river which once rem between
natural enemies — between pitiless Dutch-
men and obstinate Wends.1 And Pied-
mont has crept from a transalpine
seignory into an Italian kingdom.
There never was a great state or nation
which did not combine in one country
and people a diversity of territories and
races. Affinities of blood may produce
congenial manners in contiguous com-
munities, may touch the imagination,
i Carlyle's History of Frederick the Great.
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and arouse the sympathies of the human
heart, and so facilitate the formation of
larger and more coherent unions than
our ancestors in Europe were ahle to
contrive. Latin, Teutonic, Slavonic, or
Scandinavian genealogies may help to
conjoin, but they cannot keep for ever
apart the people of Christendom. They
have failed to put asunder the Frank,
the Roman, the Goth, and the Breton in
France, and the Dane, the Saxon, the Nor-
man, and the Celt in the British islands.
The truth at the bottom of current
theories of "the nationalities" is simply,
that there is a tendency of the people of
the continent to assemble in great solid
masses round a hidden centre. The
dissolution of imperfect political forma-
tions is but the antecedent of recompo-
sition into more consistent unities. Thus
Normandy, Brittany, Anjou, and Guienne
parted from England (with which close
association was then impossible) to com-
bine inseparably with a nearer neigh-
bour.
Through all the repartitions which
Europe has undergone since the fall of
the empire of the Romans (which fell
because it was unable to unite the men
of the north with the men of the south),
the operation of one centripetal law is
visible in a perpetual "effort towards the
establishment of wider and firmer bases
of civil society, and the composition of
fewer and greater states and nations.
Everywhere we now find names which
are the genuine historical vestiges of the
earlier groupings of mankind under
petty independent or unconnected
governments. Many English counties
once were separate kingdoms. The
eighty-six departments of France are, as
it were, the hatchments of so many de-
parted feudal sovereignties. Germany,
which once counted its princes and re-
publics by hundreds, now counts them
by tens, and may soon count them by
twos. And, in Italy, the same genera-
tion, which has tolerated ten nominally
independent states, seems no longer
able to tolerate more than one. Nation-
ality has so widened its borders that
what once was patriotism and fidelity,
is now disloyalty and treason ; what was
the language of a separate people is
faintly heard in a provincial accent;
and that which was the general law of a
kingdom is with difficulty detected by
an antiquary iathe usages of a few quaint
and secluded peasants. Europe has
already almost concentrated itself into a
heptarchy or octarchy, or into fewer
independent states than there were a
few years ago in Italy alone. But if,
in place of — for example say — seven
hundred states, there be only seven, it
follows that only the difference of seven
instead of seven hundred nations or
governments can lead to war, and that
all smaller feuds are brought under the
cognisance of an impartial judge.
Let us not, however, mistake the con-
sequence. The substitution of civil
union for the hostilities incident to a
state of natural isolation, has neither
extinguished warfare, nor has it been
for the most part peacefully accom-
plished. Sword in hand the sovereigns
of Europe have extended their domi-
nions, and cut off the belligerent right
of independence from their conquered
neighbours. And when the supremacy
of law has thus been established over
wider areas, ousting therein the juris-
diction of force and the original trial by
battle, .the magnitude of external war
bears proportion to the dimensions of
the aggrandized states. Hitherto civili-
zation has led, not so much to the ex-
tinction of hostilities, as to their disap-
pearance on a small scale, and resumption
on a vast one. When the battles of the
Saxon heptarchy were finished, England
began her battles with Wales, Ireland,
and Scotland, followed by her greater
struggle with France. Now a duel be-
tween two great states calls all the
others into the field. And it may be
that Asia will one day rise in arms
against the intrusion of western civili-
zation, and that a war of hemispheres
may precede the submission by mankind
of all their differences to legal arbitra-
tion.
In societate civili aut lex aut vis valet,
The existence of law in civilized society
is based upon experience that the na-
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is mistrust, violence, and warfare ; that
they covet the same objects, are not, nor
can be just to each other in their com-
petition ; and that they are prone to
employ the tyranny of force to obtain
submission to their partial wills. It is
singular that the very politicians who
deride the necessity of precautions
against foreign aggression, are peculiarly
apprehensive of an abuse of the power
of the sword by their own govern-
ment. They admit readily that life and
property require protection against the
licence of their countrymen ; they ap-
pear doubtful of the sufficiency of the
rigid checks with which the British
constitution surrounds the prerogative
of their own sovereign ; and yet they
affirm that we have nothing to appre-
hend in the most defenceless condition
from foreign armies and potentates, over
whose movements we have no control
of law. They think their fellow-citizens
partial, prejudiced, and liable to be
swayed by passions and caprice ; some-
times even dishonest, and often over-
bearing. They are urgent against allow-
ing those in high places at home to en-
force their own pretensions ; yet they ask
us to trust implicitly to the fairness and
goodwill of people who have, compara-
tively, few interests and associations in
common with us, and some ancient
grudges against us. If the chief of
another state is capable of shedding the
blood of his own subjects for his per-
sonal aggrandizement— if he taxes, con-
fiscates, banishes, and imprisons at his
arbitrary pleasure in his native territory
— if he suffers no voice to be raised
against his despotic will among those
who have given him all his greatness,
is it possible that our wealth, our liber-
ties, our defiant press should never
tempt aggression ? If it be his manifest
policy that all the splendid genius of
his nation should be concealed, and only
one head figure above the crowd in the
eyes of Europe, can he look without
jealousy at the celebrity and power of
numerous foreigners who thwart his
projects, and wound his ambition 1 It
is not supposed that we ourselves are
just in all our international dealings ;
that we have done no wrong in Europe,
America, or Asia ; that we have never
invaded a weaker power, and that the
most defenceless people are safe from
our dictation ; and yet we are told that
so far as other nations are concerned, the
age of conquest and warfare is gone by.
Are Yenice, Constantinople, Alexandria,
Jerusalem, and Pekin, not prizes which
civilized states are eager to grasp, and
for which they are likely to contend ?
"What would men have?" says Lord
Bacon. " Do they think that those they
" employ and deal with are saints ? Do
" they not think they will have their own
" ends, and be truer to themselves than
" to them ? " * The course which civiliza-
tion has pursued is, in truth, so far
from having divested society of a mili-
tary garb, that it has animated the most
forward communities with an ambition
of aggrandizement, such as the ancient
Romans scarcely knew ; that passions
and principles, new in the world's his-
tory, are in tumultuous conflict in the
bofom of nations ; that the boasted
annihilation of distance has brought the
armies of Europe so close, that it is but
a word, and then a blow ; and that we
can only hope to avoid war by casting
the sharpest sword into the scale of
peace.
Is this condition, then, the perpetual
destiny of Europe? Shall the sword
devour for ever? History, rightly un-
derstood, seems to answer, not. Eor
why should the progress of human con-
federation, and of the rule of law, cease
so soon as seven or eight states shall
have been compounded of more than as
many hundred ? There is not, as we have
some reason to know, anything sacred
or eternal in the numerical proportions
of a heptarchy or an octarchy, — nor any-
thing to arrest the action of those natural
forces which have extended civic union
already from the hamlet to the vast
Empire. Qvcru TTO\ITIKOV £wov avOpwiros.
By his whole nature, by his worst and
most selfish passions as well as by his
best affections, by his weakness as well
as by his strength, man is driven into
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political association with his fellows.
Hunger, ambition, avarice, and fear, as
well as public spirit^ generosity, and
genius, have been the architects of civi-
lized society; and war, alike by its
conquests, its enthusiasms, and its
terrors, has been the greatest peace-
maker among mankind. There is, then,
in the aggravated perils of Europe, no
ground for alarm about its final des-
tinies. Law is not the child of natural
justice in men. It is compulsory jus-
tice. Violence, inequity, quarrel, and
the general danger are its parents ;
as pain and disease have called into
existence the physician's art. The
more frequent the occasions of inter-
national dispute, and the more awful
their consequence, the more speedily
does legal arbitration naturally, neces-
sarily arise. Already we may discern in
the womb of time an infant European
senate, and the rudiments of European
law. And as the plot thickens, as
nations come closer together in order of
battle, as they confederate for conquest
and defence, European unity gains
ground. The fear of France unites
Germany ; the hatred of Austria con-
solidates Italy ; and the question of the
East, even if it must be answered by the
sword, promotes the final settlement of
the great question of the West — the
frame of the future polity of Europe.
Already is Europe more obviously and
essentially one country, one state, than
France was a few hundred years ago,
and more is done for the growth of
nations in a generation now than in a
century then. " The inhabitants of
' Provence," says M. Guizot, " of Lan-
' guedoc, Aquitaine, Normandy, Maine,
' &c., had, it is true, special names, laws,
' destinies of their own ; they were,
' under the various appellations of
' Angevins, Manceaux, Normands, Pro-
' virHjaux, &c., so many nations, so
' many states, distinct from each other,
' often at war with each other. Yet
' above all these various territories,
' above all these petty nations, there
' hovered a sole and single name, a
' general idea, the idea of a nation called
' the French, of a common country
' called France." It may in like manner
be said of Great Britain, France, Ger-
many, Italy, Russia, &c., that above all
these various territories, above all these
nations, distinct from each other, often
at war with each other, there hovers a
sole and single name, a general idea, the
idea of a nation called the Europeans, of
a common country called Europe.
The people of that great country are
even now unconsciously debating about
its future institutions. And it is for
us, above all Europeans, to provide
that Europe shall finally be something
nobler than a great shop, something less
miserable than a great prison. Nor is
there anything more certain than that the
citizens of the future Europe will owe the
measure of liberty they may enjoy, and
the degree of public spirit and generosity
with which they may be endowed, mainly
to the exertions and example of the
citizens of Great Britain in the present
generation.
THE LIFE AND POETEY OF SHELLEY.
BY THE EDITOR.
CELEBRATED for many a transaction
belonging to the history of Italy, the
fifty miles of Italian coast which lie
between Leghorn in Tuscany and
Spezia in the Sardinian states possess
also, in virtue of certain events of which
they were the scene in the summer of
1822, a peculiar interest in connexion
with British poetry. t Byron and Shelley
were then both living there. Volun-
tary exiles, for similar reasons, from
their native land, and already person-
ally known to each other, they had
been residing separately for several years
in different parts of Italy; during the
few immediately preceding months they
had been living in the same town of
Pisa, seeing each other daily, and
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becoming better acquainted with each
other ; and now again they had just
parted — Byron to take up his summer-
quarters at Leghorn, and Shelley his at
a lonely spot near Lerici, in the Gulf of
Spezia. The two poets were thus, for
the time, separated by the whole dis-
tance of the fifty intervening miles. A.
circumstance which made their separa-
tion rather unfortunate at the moment
was that a third English poet — Mr.
Leigh Hunt — was then on his way to
Italy to join them. "While Byron and
Shelley were still together at Pisa, it had
been arranged that Mr. Hunt should
come out to them, and that the three
should start a political and literary
periodical which Byron had projected,
and which, published at Pisa, should
electrify Europe. Now that Byron and
Shelley had separated, the arrangement
had to be modified. Mr. Hunt was to
join Lord Byron at Leghorn ; they two
were to be the active partners in the
periodical ; and Shelley was but to visit
them now and then, and help them as
much as he could from his retreat at
Lerici. Nor did the fifty miles of dis-
tance matter very much. Both Byron
and Shelley were passionately fond of
the sea ; and yachting in that lovely bit
of the Mediterranean was one of the
pleasures that made them prefer Italy
to England. Byron had just bought a
beautiful craft, built like a man-of-war
brig, to lie in Leghorn harbour, and be
ready at a moment's notice to carry him
and his friends Roberts and Trelawny
wherever they chose ; and Shelley, ac-
cording to his more modest tastes and
means, had procured a small open plea-
sure-boat, to lie on the beach under the
hill which rose behind his solitary house,
and to carry himself, Mrs. Shelley, and
any friend that might chance to visit
them, along the Bay of Spezia, or even
farther southward, at a stretch, as far as
Leghorn. With such means of commu-
nication, there was little fear but that
Byron, Hunt, and Shelley would be
often together ! Byron's dangerous-
looking craft, the Bolivar, showing her
brazen teeth through her miniature
port-holes, would often be cruising
northwards in the direction of Spezia,
and Shelley's white-sailed boat would be
seen coyly tacking to meet her ; and, in
the course of a month or two, the
Italian preventive-men along iihe shore
would know both well as the vessels of
the English poet-lord and his mysterious
fellow-countryman ! Alas ! and, to this
day, if we consider only what was
historically possible, these two vessels
or their successors might still have
been cruising familiarly, each with its
owner aboard, on the same tract of sea !
Leigh Hunt, the oldest of the three
poets, was alive among us but a few
months ago, at the age of seventy-
five ; had Byron lived, he would now
have been seventy-two ; Shelley, had he
lived, would have been sixty-eight. In
the summer of which we speak Leigh
Hunt was in his thirty-ninth year, Byron
in his thirty-fifth, Shelley in his
thirtieth.
Looking at Shelley, as we can fancy
him standing on the beach at Lerici,
w"iat do we see? A man still young,
rather tall, but bent a little at the
shoulders from weakness — with a very
small head, and hair naturally dark-
brown and curling, but now prematurely
tinged with grey ; the face also singu-
larly small, with a pale or pinkish-
pale complexion, large spiritual-looking
eyes, very delicate features, and an ex-
pression altogether graceful, etherial, and
feminine. Could we hear him speak, the
impression would be completed by his
voice. This is described as having
been very high and shrill, so that some
one who heard it unexpectedly in a
mixed company, compared it to the
scream of a peacock. On the whole,
seen or heard even for the first time, he
was a man to excite a feeling of interest,
and a curiosity as to his previous
history.
Born the heir to an English baron-
etcy, and to more than the usual wealth
and consideration attending that rank,
Shelley's whole Me had been a war
against custom. At Eton the sensitive
boy, almost girlish in his look and
demeanour, had nerved himself, with
meek obstinacy, though with secret
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tears, against every part of the estab-
lished system — not only against the
tyranny of his fellows, but also against
the teaching of the masters. It had
been the same when he went to Oxford.
He was then a Greek 'scholar, a writer
of verses, an insatiable student of the
metaphysics of Berkeley and Hume, an
incessant reasoner with any one that
would reason with him on points of
philosophy or politics, and in every such
argument an avowed Revolutionist, and
at least a hypothetical Atheist. In the
rooms of his college, or along the streets,
his shrill voice might be heard attacking
Christianity, Religion, the very idea of a
God. He was frantically earnest on this
subject, as if, by compelling discussion
of it^ he was digging at the root of all
evil. At length, tired of merely talking
with his acquaintances, he sent a printed
statement of his opinions to the Univer-
sity authorities, challenging them to
an argument with him as to the neces-
sity or utility of any religious belief.
The act was utterly ghastly, and the
reply of the authorities was his instant
expulsion from the University. His
family were shocked, and could not tell
what to make of such a youth ; and, at
the age of seventeen, he removed to
London to live as his own master.
There he printed and privately distri-
buted a number of copies of his Queen
Mob, expanding and illustrating the
poetical Atheism of the text in appended
prose notes. He introduced himself by
letter to men and women of genius, trying
to enlist them in the great war which
he had begun, and into which he thought
the whole intellectual world must follow,
against Statecraft and Priestcraft. He
read with avidity Godwin's "Political
Justice" — in the doctrines of which
book he found a new social gospel ; and
he resolved from that hour to square
all his actions by what he considered
strict justice, without reference to the
opinions of others. At this time he had,
by arrangement with his family, about
200£. a year; which income he was
able to increase, by borrowing on his
expectations, or in other ways. His
own manner of living was extremely
temperate ; indeed, for several years he
was a vegetarian in diet and drank only
water. He had thus money to spend
on objects that moved his charity. He
was continually in quest of such objects.
Every social anomaly, almost every
social inequality, affected him intensely. '
If he saw a shivering beggar in the
street asking alms beside a carriage, his
longing was nothing less than to add
the beggar and the carriage together on
the spot and divide the sum by two.
The sole use of his own money seemed
to him to be to mitigate, as far as he
could, these social inequalities. He did
the most extraordinary and the most
generous things. To give away twenty
or thirty pounds where he fancied it
would relieve distress, was nothing to
him. He involved himself in debt and
serious inconvenience by repetitions of
such acts of benevolence. Nor was it
only with money that he was generous.
His society, his sympathy, beyond the
range of the intellectual occupations in
which he delighted, were given, by pre-
ference, to the outcast and the wretched.
It was in the same spirit of contempt
for usage that, when, in his twentieth
year, his affections were engaged, he
married the object of them — the daugh-
ter of a retired tradesman. After three
years of married life, spent in different
places, and latterly not happily, he and
his wife had separated by mutual con-
sent, she returning with her two children
to her father's house. Shelley then
formed the new connexion which ended
in his second marriage, and went abroad
to traveL On his return he resided for
eighteen months in London — his fortune
increased about this time, by his grand-
father's death, to 1000Z. a year; which
continued to be his income as long as he
lived. This was the time too of his
becoming acquainted with Leigh Hunt,
and, through him, with Keats. One of
his first acts on becoming acquainted
with Leigh Hunt was to offer him 100£. ;
and Mr. Hunt himself has recorded that
this was but the .beginning of a
series of kindnesses ..-almost unprece-
dented in the annals of friendship.
On one occasion of exigency he gave
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Hunt 1400Z. It was while Shelley was
residing in London in 1815 that Alastor,
or tlie Spirit of Solitude was composed.
Early in 1816, he and his companion
again went abroad. They resided for
about a year and a half in Switzerland
and in Italy. It was in Switzerland that
they had first become acquainted with
Lord Byron, who was then living there.
On their return to England they went to
Bath, and here it was .that Shelley re-
ceived the terrible news of the suicide of
his wife. To the horror of the event itself
was added the public scandal which
followed when the relatives of the un-
happy woman instituted a suit in
Chancery to prevent Shelley from taking
back his children. They grounded their
suit on the fact that Shelley was an
avowed Atheist. On this as in itself a
sufficiently legal plea, Lord Chancellor
Eldon gave judgment in their favour. As
far as the newspapers could carry the
report of the trial, the name and the
antecedents of "the Atheist Shelley"
had thus been blazoned over Britain.
When the judgment was given, Shelley
was residing with his second wife — •
Mary Woolstoncraft Godwin — at Great
Marlow in Buckinghamshire. Here
he had organised a regular system of
charity. He had pensioners among the
agricultural labourers and the poor silk-
weavers all round ; he even studied
medicine, and walked the hospitals in
London, that he might be of use to the
sick. But neither in Great Marlow, nor
anywhere else in England, could the
philanthropy of a man who bore the
brand of Atheist be trusted or toler-
ated. His very pensioners shrank
from him, and took his money sus-
piciously. Strongly sensitive to such
distrust, and fearing also future inter-
ferences of the Law of England with
his liberty, he had resolved, if even
at the sacrifice of all his rights of in-
heritance to the family property, to leave
England for ever. In the spring of 1818
he had carried out the resolution by
going to Italy. Before leaving England,
he had written his " Revolt of Islam "
and many other pieces of verse and
prose which now appear in his collected
works ; but the four years that had
elapsed since his arrival in Italy had
been the period of what are now
esteemed his finest productions. During
these four years — residing at Venice, at
Eome, at Naples, at Florence, and
finally, as we have seen, at Pisa — he
had written his "Prometheus Unbound,"
his " Cenci," his " Hellas," his " Julian
and Maddalo," his " Epipsychidion,"
his "Witch of Atlas," his "Ode to
Naples," and his "Adonais," besides
his translations in prose and verse from
Plato, Calderon, the Homeric poets and
Goethe. During the same period, also,
he had begun to take a more direct
interest than before in the current poli-
tics of Britain and of Europe, working
down his general doctrines respecting
man and society into strong Radical
lyrics and satires on the Liverpool and
Castlereagh administration, calculated to
do rough service at home ; and throwing
much of his energy simultaneously into
what we now call the cause of the op-
prvssed nationalities. He had, indeed,
a passion for being practical, and had
recently spent a great deal of money on
an attempt, which did not succeed, to
establish a steamboat between Leghorn
and Marseilles.
Such, from his birth, had been the
twenty-nine years of wandering, of wild
clamour and agony, of fitful ecstacy of
mind and heart, that had brought the
poet, a kind of intellectual outcast, to
his Salvator-Rosa solitude under the
pine -hills of Spezia, sloping to the sea.
Part of all this past life of error and
suffering (for time is merciful) had,
doubtless, been left behind, melted and
softened in the thin air of recollection ;
but part remained incorporate in the
very being of the sufferer, not to be
dissolved away even by the Italian sun,
or soothed by the softness of the bluest
heaven.
What proportion of the past had
faded, and what remained, it might
be difficult to say. Among the things
that had faded, one might say with some
certainty, was the early crudity of his
exulting Atheism. Even at first, had
not Shelley himself assumed the name
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of Atheist, and employed it as a ghastly
signature, and shrieked it wherever he
went, and seemed sometimes to riot in
the very horror it produced, it may be
doubted whether, from any study of his
poems, the name would ever have been
attached to him. He would have been
named, much more probably, a Pantheist,
a Platonist, or the like. A recognition
of the supernatural, of at least a spirit
of intellectual beauty as pervading all
visible things, of human life as but an
evanescent incarnation and short local
battle of principles that have their
origin behind time and beyond the
stars, seems the one characteristic of
Shelley's poetry from the first, which if
we do not attend to, it has no logical
coherence. In all our literature it would
be difficult to find a soul that was less
the soul of a Secularist. Only remember,
in contrast with him, Bunyan's typical
Atheist in the "Pilgrim's Progress."
Christian and Hopeful are there toiling
along on their road across a great plain,
when they perceive afar off one coming
softly and all alone meeting them, with
his back towards that part of the horizon
behind which was the Zion to which
they were bound. This is " Atheist,"
who, when he comes up to them, an-
nounces to them, with a leering posi-
tiveness, that it is all a mistake — that
there is no God and no Zion, and that
they may as well go back with him, and
snap their thumbs at being rid once for
all of that troublesome delusion. Not
so, certainly, at any time with Shelley !
If he denies Zion and Christianity, and
assails Christian and Hopeful for be-
lieving in them, it is as one walking,
with mad eagerness, while he does so,
in the same direction with them, scan-
ning as intently the distant sky, and
blaspheming sideways in their ears what
he does not see, not because his eyes
have ceased one moment to look for it,
but out of a wild sorrow that it is not
to be seen. A gleam, and one fancies
he would falter in the middle of his
talk, he would start and shade his eyes
to gaze, he would fall to the ground
weeping ! Now, although there is no
evidence that the gleam ever came,
though he still in his later years, as in
his earlier, kept talking sideways at
Christian and Hopeful in language which
made them shudder, yet not only did he
not cease to hurry on with them, but the
very language of his sarcasm underwent
a modification. Mr. Browning has stated
it as his belief that, had Shelley lived,
he would have ranged himself finally
with the Christians. T do not feel that
we are entitled to say so much as this ;
for his latest letters show, I think, that
much of what had been accounted, in
this respect, the darkest peculiarity of
his life, still remained with him.
Of what else remained, that which
was perhaps most obvious to those
about him was the shattered state of
his nerves. Always of weak health,
nothing but his temperate habits could
have kept him alive so long ; and now
he was often racked by a pulmonary
pain, which seemed to augur that, in
any case, he had not many years to live.
But, beyond this, the morbid nervous
excitement induced by such a life as his
had been had begun to manifest itself
in that abnormal action of the senses
which makes men subject to visions,
apparitions, and the terrors of waking
dream. Various instances of such
hallucinations, or nervous paroxysms,
are recorded by his biographers. Thus,
while he was staying at Great Marlow,
he alarmed his friends and the neigh-
bourhood by a story of a fight he had
had with a burglar who had tried to
murder him in the night ; for which
story, it is believed by some, there was
no foundation in fact. So also, as some
believe, with the story which he told of
an Englishman coming up to him at the
Post-office at Pisa, when he was in-
quiring for his letters, and knocking
him down with an oath, as "that Atheist
Shelley." But the most extraordinary
instance is that recorded in the diary of
Captain Williams as having happened
at Lerici itself, during the very days of
his last residence there. "Monday,
" May 6th," writes Captain Williams,
" after tea, walking with Shelley on the
"terrace, and observing the effect of
" moonshine on the waters, he com-
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' plained of being unusually nervous;
' and, stopping short, he grasped me
'violently by the arm, and stared
' stedfastly on the white surf that broke
' upon the beach under our feet. Ob-
' serving him sensibly affected, I de-
' manded of him if he were in pain.
'But he only answered by saying,
' ' There it is again — there ! ' He re-
' covered after some time, and declared
' that he saw, as plainly as he then saw
'me, a naked child rise from the sea
' and clap its hands as in joy, smiling
' at him." This was on the 6th of May,
1822. Two months afterwards the
omen was fulfilled.
Towards the end of June the news
came that Leigh Hunt had arrived in
Genoa, and was on his way to Leghorn.
Shelley and Williams, who had been
busy with their new boat, resolved to
set out in her to welcome Hunt. The
weather had been overpoweringly hot,
and the sea swollen and lowering ; but
on the 1st of July, a fine breeze sprang
up, and they weighed for Leghorn.
They performed the voyage in seven
hours and a half ; anchored that night
in Leghorn harbour beside the JBolivar,
aboard of which they slept ; and next
day, and for five days more, there were
greetings of Hunt and his family, jour-
neys with them and Byron to Pisa and
other places, and much talk about the
prospects of the new periodical. Un-
luckily, on account of some fray in
Byron's house, which had brought an
Italian servant of his within the grip of
the Tuscan police, his Lordship had
taken a sudden determination to leave
Tuscany ; and Shelley's chief care was
to get such arrangements made as would
prevent Hunt from being inconvenienced
by this change of plan. He did all he
could to secure this ; and on the 8th of
July, taking leave of Hunt, Byron, and
others, he and Williams set out on their
return to Lerici. An English sailor lad,
named Charles Vivian, accompanied
them in the boat. There were some
fears for the weather, which for some
days had been calm and sultry, but was
now changed ; but Shelley could not be
persuaded to remain. The boat had not
gone many miles, when one of the terri-
ble squalls that occur in that part of the
Mediterranean came on, and the friends
left at Leghorn became anxious. Cap-
tain Roberts, who had been watching
the boat on her homeward track with a
glass, from Leghorn lighthouse, saw her
last, when the storm came on, off Via
Eeggio, at some distance from the shore,
hugging the wind with a press of can-
vas. The storm then spread rapidly
like a dark mist, and blotted out that
part of the horizon, enveloping the dis-
tant little boat and several larger vessels
that were also out. When the storm
passed onwards from that quarter, Cap-
tain Roberts looked again, and saw every
vessel except the little one, which had
vanished. Within that storm had been
the apparition of the naked babe ! For
days and days there was great anxiety
among the friends on shore. At length
the sea itself told all that ever was to be
known of the mystery, by washing ashore
the three bodies — that of Shelley, that
of Williams, and that of the boy Vivian
— on different parts of the coast. The
body of Shelley was burnt on a pyre of
wood heaped with wine, salt, frankin-
cence, and perfumes, near the spot where
it had been cast ashore — Byron, Hunt,
Trelawny and others assisting at the
ceremony. His collected ashes were
conveyed to Rome and there buried.
Whatever rank one may be disposed
to assign, all in all, to Shelley among
English Poets, no reader can deny that
his genius was of the poetical order —
that he possessed in a singular degree
the faculty of ideality, of pure intellec-
tual imagination. His larger poems are
well and even carefully conceived as
wholes, according to the peculiar kind
or constructive art of which they are
specimens. The language is logically
precise, easy, graceful, and luxuriant;
the versification is natural, various, and
musical ; and there are individual pas-
sages of acute and even comprehensive
philosophical meaning, of powerful and
delicate description, of weirdly and ex-
quisite phantasy, and of tender and con-
centrated feeling. In his descriptions
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and visual fancies one notices, among
other things, a wonderfully fine sense of
colour. Thus Asia, in the " Prometheus
Unbound," expecting, in a vale of the
Indian Caucasus, the arrival of her sister
Oceanid, Panthea : —
" This is the season, this the day, the hour ;
At sunrise thou shouldst come, sweet sister
mine.
Too long denied, too long delaying, come !
The point of one white star is quivering still,
Deep in the orange light of widening morn
Beyond the purple mountains. Through a
chasm
Of wind-divided mist the darker lake
Reflects it ; now it wanes : it gleams again
As the waves fade, and as the burning
threads
Of woven cloud unravel in the thin air :
'Tis lost ; and through yon peaks of cloud-
like snow
The roseate sunlight quivers: hear I not
The JSolian music of her sea-green plumes
Winnowing the crimson dawn ?"
Perhaps one of the finest continuous
passages in all the larger poems, is the
concluding portion of the same drama,
where, partly in choruses of unseen
spirits, and partly in dialogue between
Prometheus and the Oceanids in a forest
near his cave, the glorious state of the
emancipated world of the Promethean
era, when Jove is dethroned, and Love
and Justice reign, is set forth in mystic
allegory. The following speech of
Panthea may serve as a specimen of
the part that is in dialogue. The new
or Promethean earth is figured by the
vision of a vast solid sphere, as of crys-
tal, filled with multitudinous shapes and
colours, yet all miraculously inter-tran-
spicuous, which is seen rushing, as in a
whirlwind of harmony, through an open-
ing of the forest ; grinding, as it wheels,
a brook that flows beneath into an azure
mist of light, and whirling grass, trees,
and flowers into a kneaded mass of aerial
emerald. Within this strange orb the
Spirit of the Earth is seen asleep, like a
wearied child, pillowed on its alabaster
arms, which are laid over its folded
wings. Its lips are seen moving as in
a smiling dream ; and from a star upon
its forehead there shoot swords and
beams of fire, which whirl as the orb
whirls, and transpierce its otherwise
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opaque bulk with radiant lightnings.
In the light of these incessant shafts
all the secrets of the earth's interior,
from the circumference to the core, are
revealed in continuous translucence : —
" Infinite mines of adamant and gold,
Valueless glories, unimagined gems,
And caverns on crystalline columns poised,
With vegetable silver overspread ;
Wells of unfathomed fire, and water-springs
Whence the great sea, even as a child, is fed,
Whose vapours clothe earth's monarch
mountain-tops
With kingly ermine-snow. The beams flash
on
And make appear the melancholy ruins
Of cancelled cycles — anchors, beaks of ships,
Planks turned to marble, quivers, helms,
and spears,
And gorgon-headed targes, and the wheels
Of scythed chariots, and the emblazonry
Of trophies, standards, and armorial beasts —
Round which death laughed ; sepulchred
emblems
Of dead destruction, ruin within ruin !
The wrecks beside of many a city vast
Whose population which the earth grew over
Was mortal, but not human ; see, they lie,
Their monstrous works and uncouth skele-
tons,
Their statues, homes and fanes — prodigious
shapes
Huddled in grey annihilation, split,
Jammed in the hard black deep ; and over
these,
The anatomies of unknown winged things,
And fishes which were isles of living scale,
And serpents, bony chains, twisted around
The iron crags, or within heaps of dust
To which the tortuous strength of their last
pangs
Had crushed the iron crags ; and over these
The jagged alligator, and the might
Of earth-convulsing behemoth, which once
Were monarch-beasts, and on the slimy
shores
And weed-overgrown continents of earth
Increased and multiplied like summer-worms
On an abandoned corpse, till the blue globe
Wrapt deluge round it like a cloak, and they
Yelled, gasped, and were abolished ; or some
God
Whose throne was in a comet passed and
cried
' Be not,' and, like my words, they were no
more."
Passages in a different vein might be
quoted — as these lines of apophthegm in
the « Cenci :"—
" In the great war between the young and old
I, who have white hairs and a tottering
body,
Will keep at least blameless neutrality."
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or this fine image : —
" Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of eternity."
In some of the rougher political poems
— as in the burlesque of " CEdipus
Tyrannus," and in "Peter Bell the Third"
— there is even a kind of fierce popular
wit, appealing to the coarsest under-
standing, and intended to do so. Nor
is it necessary to refer to those shorter
lyrical pieces, "The Sensitive Plant,"
"The Cloud," the "Ode to the Sky-
lark," &c., which are known even to
those who know nothing else of Shelley,
and read again and again for their
melody —
" Sweet as a singing rain of silver dew."
In others of these lyrical pieces what
intensity of pathos ! Who that has
ever heard Beatrice's wild song in the
" Cenci" sung as it should be, can for-
get its plaintive horror 1 —
" False friend, wilt thou smile or weep
When my life is laid asleep ?
Little cares for a smile or a tear
The clay-cold corpse upon the bier.
Farewell ! Heigh ho !
What is this whispers low ?
There's a snake in thy smile, my dear ;
And bitter poison within thy tear."
After all, however, less than almost
any other poet, is Shelley to be ade-
quately represented in detached passages.
His poetiy is like an intellectual ether,
that must be breathed and lived in for
some time together ere its influence can
be appreciated. To minds of sufficient
culture, who have in this way become
acquainted with Shelley's poetry, (and
only minds of considerable culture are
likely ever to read much of it,) it has
always presented itself as something very
peculiar in quality — totally different, for
example, from the poetry of Milton, or
of Wordsworth, or of Byron, or of any
other preceding poet. To this, at least,
Shelley's poetry can lay claim — that,
whether great or not, whether useful or
hurtful in its influence, it is very pe-
culiar.
Retaining for the nonce a distinction,
somewhat pedantic in form, and greatly
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laughed at of late by the lovers of plain
English, but which need not be given up,
for all that, till the lovers of plain Eng-
lish have provided an exact equivalent,
(which they don't seem in any hurry to
do,) one cannot do better than repeat
the observation, often made already, that
Shelley belongs to the order of the so-
called "subjective" poets, as differing
from those called the "objective." The
terms do express a real meaning. There
are some poets — as, for example, Chau-
cer, Shakespeare, and Scott — whose
poetry consists, in the main, of com-
binations, more or less complex, of
scenery, incident, and character, each
fashioned by a kind of wondrous craft
out of materials furnished to the ima-
gination by sense, memory, reading, and
reflection ; and each, as soon as it is
fashioned, detached altogether, or nearly
so, from the personality of the writer,
and sent to float away as a separate crea-
tion down the stream of time. In the
case of these so-called " objective" poets,
it is a problem of the highest difficulty
to ascertain their personal character from
their works. Out of one set of materials
Shakespeare fashions a " Hamlet ;" then
he sets about a " Macbeth ;" then he
betakes himself to a "Henry the Fourth,"
or a " Midsummer Night's Dream ;" but
whether Shakespeare himself is most in
one or in another of these creations, is
a matter not to be lightly determined on
mere internal evidence. We see those
creations separately and successively
issuing from Shakespeare's mind, and
we know that they were fashioned there
by a subtle craft operating upon mate-
rials that had been brought into that
mind from the surrounding world ; but
what kind of chamber that mind was —
of what glooms, griefs, or distractions it
may have been the scene while the labour
of creation was going on in it — the works
themselves do not accurately inform us.
For fifty years the world is amazed and
delighted with gorgeous phantasies of
colour, representing, as they were never
represented before in painting, the
phases of universal nature ; and, when
these phantasies are traced to their
source, they are found to be from
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the hand of a taciturn and slovenly
old man, named Turner, shambling
about in his slippers in a dusty cob-
webby house in London, and reputed
by those who know no better to be very
gruff and very avaricious, and to have
apparently no other usual human taste
than a fondness for port wine. Of
course, even in such cases, independent
knowledge of the man may enable us to
discern him in his works. There are,
moreover, for critics profound enough in
their investigations, subtle laws connect-
ing the imagination with the personality
and the life. But any such ultimate
connexion discovered or discoverable be-
tween the personal character of the
" objective " poet and the nature of his
creations, is a far different thing from
the obvious relation subsisting between
the character of the "subjective" poet
and his phantasies. Here we are never
at a loss. The poetry of the "subjec-
tive " poet is nothing else than an
effluence from his personality through
the medium of his imagination. He has
certain fixed ideas, certain permanent
moods of mind, certain notions as to
what ought to be and what ought not
to be; and these ideas, moods, or no-
tions, he works forth into all that he
fancies. He preaches while he sings ;
what he imagines is a revelation of
what he wishes. He does not live in a
house of stone (to use a figure which
I think is Mr. Browning's), commu-
nicating only by certain chinks and
embrasures with the world without, and
in which the possessor, while command-
ing a prospect all round, may keep him-
self and his own movements concealed.
He lives in a house of glass, expressing
his feelings as to what he sees in ges-
tures visible to all about him, and
employing the poetic art only as a means
of flashing his own image and its suc-
cessive gesticulations to a greater and
greater distance. Here too the means
of the poetic art correspond with the
intention. The " subjective " poet, the
poet of fixed ideas — dealing, as his
tendency is, not with things as they are
in their infinite real complexity, but
with the supposed principles of things,
the springs or seeds of being, — such a
poet may frame his pictures out of the
stuff of real life, if he chooses, just as
the "objective" poet does; but even
then, owing to the invariable meaning
which he infuses into them, they will
be in one strain, and more or less repe-
titions of each other. In Byron's
poetry, for example, under very various
forms, we have still a reproduction
of the Byronic type of character. On
the whole, however, it will be the ten-
dency of the " subjective " poet of the
most determined type not to take his
scenery and circumstance from the real
or historical world at all — not to hamper
himself with the actual relations of
time, place, and historical probability —
but, as he concerns himself morally with
Man in his primal elements, so to deal
also with material nature as simplified
into its masses and generalizations. In
other words, he will lay his scene any-
where in vague time or space ; he will
make his persons gigantic, mythical,
and featureless, and will unfetter the
mode of their actions from the ordinary
terrestrial laws ; and the objects amid
which they move he will depict as
visual allegories. Hence that well-
known deficiency of human interest
which often prevents poetry of this
kind from being widely popular. Most
men like to have their footing on a
solid flooring of fact and of history, and
do not take nearly so much pleasure in
a world of a few elemental ingredients
and relations, fashioned to illustrate the
action of a few supposed springs of
being, as they do in representations of
the living and moving complexity of our
own well- wrinkled planet.
The distinction we have been ex-
pounding is, of course, not absolute. It
would be difficult to name a poet belong-
ing so purely to one of the orders as to
have nothing in him of the other. On
the whole, however, Shelley is eminently
a "subjective" poet. In his "Cenci,"
his "Julian and Maddalo," and one or
two other poems, he does make it his
aim to represent historical occurrences,
and scenes and feelings as they are
found in actual life. But, in the main,
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he was a poet of fixed ideas — a poet
dealing incessantly with the seeds and
springs of being, and illustrating his
notions of these in imaginations of an
arbitrary and mythological character.
His Poetry is, in fact, a kind of air-
hung Mythology, shadowing forth the
essential principles of a creed which
might be called Shelleyism. What this
creed was we have already partly seen
in our sketch of his life ; but a word or
two more may be added.
At one tune Shelley -had, as he tells
us himself, been a Materialist in philo-
sophy. That is to say, he regarded the
universe as consisting of an original
basis or consolidation of matter of the
kind called Inorganic, upon which there
had been reared, or out of which there
had somehow grown, a quantity of
other and more highly developed mat-
ter of the kind called Organic, ascending
in a hierarchy of forms, with man at the
apex. According to this philosophy,
in thinking of the universe, one is
bound to think of matter and of nothing
else — matter lying dead and obdurate,
or matter pervaded by electricities,
nerve-forces, and what not, so as to be
locomotive, sensitive, active, and reflec-
tive. But this philosophy Shelley had
soon and very decidedly abandoned ;
and, instead of it, he had taken up
what is called the system of Idealism.
According to this philosophy — which
he had got at through Hume and
Berkeley, and partly through Plato, —
not Matter, but Thought, is the funda-
mental reality of the universe. Every-
thing is thought ; nothing exists but in
and through thought. What we call
external objects, what we call matter
itself, is but thought of a certain
quantity and variety, distinguished from
thought recognised as such by certain
accidents of force, frequency, and the
like. Thoughts in certain successions,
and in certain degrees of intensity, —
that is all we know anything of. The
universe is but a certain coagulation, so
to speak, or huge bubble-mountain of
thoughts — the harder and more coagu-
lated parts of the mass, crushed by the
gravity of the others, constituting what
we call matter, and forming a perma-
nent basis for all ; and the rest ascend-
ing in successive stages of tenuity till
they end in the ether of once-imagined
whimsies. But, this being the case, it
follows that the universe may be con-
tinually added to and disturbed in its
fabric. Thoughts being things, and the
mind having the power of pouring forth
a constant succession of new thoughts,
these really rush into the fabric of the
past accumulation, and, in adjusting
themselves and finding their places,
disturb its porosity, and keep it con-
tinually agitated. Above all, the poet,
whose very business it is to send forth
new imaginations of a great and im-
pressive character, is thus always agitat-
ing, disturbing, and remodelling crea-
tion. This is a doctrine which Shelley
is perpetually repeating in his prose-
writings. "Imagination," he says, "or
" mind employed prophetically in imag-
" ing forth its objects, is the faculty of
" human nature on which every grada-
" tion of its progress — nay, every, the
" minutest, change — depends." Accord-
ing to Shelley, all the thoughts of all
minds are adding to and altering the
universe ; but it is the business of the
poet, by certain splendid precalculated
imaginations, either softly to disinte-
grate the mass of previously accumu-
lated existence, so that it shall fall into
new arrangements, or sometimes to con-
vulse, crack, and rend this mass by the
blast of a wholesome explosion through
what was previously a chaos. The Poet
would thus be pre-eminently the Ee-
former.
So far we have but the theoretical
side of Shelley's system. The difficulty
is to see how, when he had risen
theoretically to the extreme of his Ideal-
ism, he turned in mid-air, and came back
on the world in a scheme of practical
reason. Admit the universe to be a
coagulation of old thoughts, modifiable
by new ones, what kinds of new
thoughts will make the right and desir-
able modification ? What is the prin-
ciple, Avhat the rule, what the right and
wrong, in thought 1 The poet, as the
reformer-in-chief for the human race,
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has to employ himself in splendid pre-
calculated imaginations, which, rushing
forth from him, shall softly arrange
things in new harmonies, or violently
split°their way with revolutionary force !
Well, wherein consists the splendour to
be desired in these imaginations, and on
what principles are they to be precalcu-
lated1? Here, as is often the case with
philosophers, there is a gap in wlrich we
cannot see the links connecting Shelley's
theoretical or ascending with his prac-
tical or descending reason. But he has
a practical system, and a very definite
one. Unlike Hume, he ascends to the
extreme of Idealism, not to end in
indifference or scepticism, but to de-
scend again all the more vehemently
upon the world of man and life, armed
with a faith. He speaks, indeed, of
Deity, and other such ideas, as being
only " the modes in which thoughts are
" combined ;" but it is evident, what-
ever he calls them, that it is only the
presence or the absence of certain ideas
of this class that constitutes, in his view,
the difference between the right and the
wrong, between the splendid and the
mean, in thought. Thoughts combined so
are eternally noble and good ; thoughts
combined otherwise are eternally ignoble
and bad — no man ever cherished a be-
lief of this kind more passionately than
Shelley. !No man, therefore, had more
of the essence of an absolute ethical
faith, of a faith not fabricated out of
experience, but structurally derived
from an authority in the invisible.
Theoretically an idealist, he was morally
a fanatic. " I have confidence in my
" moral sense alone, for that is a kind
" of originality," is one of his own signi-
ficant sayings. His whole life is an
illustration. His brief existence in the
world was one continued shriek about
love and justice. He had " a passion,"
he says, " for reforming the world." Nor
was it a superficial reform that he con-
templated. From first to last, as he
thought, human society had been an
aggregate of wrong and corruption.
Kings, priests, and governments had
filled the earth with misery. Bound by
sophisms and slavish fears, men and
women were living defrauded of their
natural rights, and out of their natural
relations.
" Kings, priests, and statesmen blast the human
flower
Even in its tender bud ; their influence darts,
Like subtle poison, through the bloodless
veins
Of desolate society."
But this state of things is not to last
for ever ! There Avill one day be a reign
of truth and love, of justice and social
equality !
" Spirit of nature ! thou
Life of interminable multitudes,
Soul of those mighty spheres
Whose changeless paths through Heaven's
deep silence lie,
Soul of that smallest being
The dwelling of whose life
Is one faint April sun-gleam —
Man, like these passive things,
Thy will unconsciously fulfilleth :
Like theirs, his age of endless peace,
Which Time is fast maturing,
Will swiftly, surely, come ;
And the unbounded frame which thou per-
vadest
Will be without a flaw
Marring its perfect symmetry."
This is Shelley's fixed faith, the bur-
then of all his poetry. It was his own
aim as a poet to send forth sounds that
might shake the reign of "Anarch
Custom," and hasten the blessed era in
whose coming he believed. Nor was it
only on the great scale that he desired
to be a prophet of love and justice. He
was to carry out his principle to its
minutest applications, promoting every
movement for the mitigation of social
or individual suffering, and so constitu-
ting himself, as well in literature as in
action, what nature, in framing him so
delicately, had fitted him to be —
" A nerve o'er which might creep
The else unfelt oppressions of this earth."
And here we recur to a question already
opened. Whatever Shelley's formal
affirmations respecting the doctrines of
Deity and Immortality might be, it is
clear that the fanatical intensity of his
ethical creed implied a habit of viewing
the world from a point out of itself, and
by the rule of ideas not belonging to it.
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Had his principle been "to apprehend
" no farther than this world," why such
spasm, why such wailing, such rage
against universal wrong, such frantic
longing to refashion human nature from
its very roots ? On such a principle, it
is true, a man might be so far a reformer.
He might seek to correct the earth by
itself, the part by the knowledge of the
whole, social evils in Asia by the expe-
rience of Europe. But for a man to
start up and proclaim the whole past
movement of humanity to have been
wrong, and to propose to arrest it, and
shift its very wheels, is a different
matter. This was Shelley's proposition.
He did not propose only that the world
should be corrected by itself, the part
by the whole, but that it should be cor-
rected by a rule eternal and immutable,
which he sometimes called love or jus-
tice, and sometimes the spirit of uni-
versal nature. There was a Heart
beating somewhere, to whose pulsations
the earth as a whole was rebel, but
which would yet subdue the earth to
unison with it ; and, meanwhile, the
agents of good and the harbingers of
the final harmony were to be those
imaginationl of man that, by relating
themselves to this Heart, were to be pre-
maturely in unison with it, and at war
with the earth and its customs. No-
thing short of this belief, however he
phrased it, was the principle of Shelley's
practical philosophy. Seeing that it was
so, might not we say that, like his own
Prometheus, he had tipped his reed with
stolen fire1?
Argument and metaphysics apart,
there is, at least, no way in which the
fancy may more easily apprehend the
peculiarity of Shelley's genius than by
thinking of him as one who surveyed
the world not from a point within it
or on it, but from a point in distant
space ; or, better still, perhaps, as not a
native of the earth at all, but some
fluttering spirit of a lighter sphere, that
had dropped on it by chance, unable to
be in happy relation to it as a whole,
though keenly sensitive to some of its
beauties. Were our science of pedigree
yet worth anything, it might save us
the necessity of any such figure. Re-
membering that the year of Shelley's
birth was that of the utmost agony of
the French Revolution, when convul-
sion was shaking all things established,
and new social principles were every-
where abroad, we might then have a
glimmering of how it happened that
the genius of the time took a whim to
appear even in Sussex, and bespeak as
one of its incarnations the child of a
commonplace English baronet, who
never bargained for such an honour.
But, unable to make anything to the
purpose of such a scientific fancy, we
may resort to the other. Shelley's
personal friends used to resort to it.
"I used to tell him," says Leigh Hunt,
"that he had come from the planet
" Mercury." One may vary the form of
the fancy ; and, though the small pale
planet Mercury, the sickly darling of the
sun, seems such an orb as Shelley might
have come from, had he come from any,
it might be fitter to fancy that he had
come from none, but, till he touched
our earth, had been winging about in
unsubstantial ether. When Milton's
rebel host left the celestial realms, angels
flocking on angels and the great Arch-
angel leading, might we not suppose
that some small seraph, who had joined
the rebellion, lagged behind the rest in
his flight, became detached from them
by regret or weakness, and, unable to
overtake them, was left to flutter
disconsolate and alone amid the starry
spaces ? Excluded from Heaven, but not
borne down with the rest into Pandemo-
nium, if this creature did at last
come near our orb in his wanderings,
might it not become his refuge ; and
then, might we not suppose that, though
retaining the principle of rebellion — so
that, when the Highest was named, he
would shriek against the name — yet his
recollections of his original would be
purer, and his nature less impaired than
if, instead of transparent space, popu-
lous Pandemonium had been his inter-
mediate home ?
Whatever form we give to the fancy,
the characteristics of Shelley's poetry
are such as to accord with it. Intense
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as is his ethical spirit, his desire to act
upon man and society, his imagination
cannot work with things as he finds
them, with the actual stuff of historical
life. His mode of thinking is not ac-
cording to the terrestrial conditions of
time, place, cause and effect, variety of
race, climate, and costume. His persons
are shapes, winged forms, modernized
versions of Grecian mythology, or mor-
tals highly allegorized ; and their move-
ments are vague, swift, and independent
of ordinary physical laws. In the
"Kevolt of Islam," for example, the
story is that of two lovers who career
through the plains and cities of an ima-
ginary kingdom on a Tartar horse, or
skim over leagues of ocean in a boat
whose .prow is of moonstone. But for
the "Cenci," and one or two other
pieces, one would say that Shelley had
scarcely any aptitude for the historical
Even in his sensuous imagery the same
arbitrariness is apparent. His land-
scapes, like his persons, are a sort of
allegories. His true poetical element,
where alone he takes things as he finds
them, is the atmosphere. Shelley is pre-
eminently the poet of what may be called
meteorological circumstance. He is at
home among winds, mists, rains, snows,
clouds gorgeously coloured, glories of
sunrise, nights of moonshine, lightnings,
streamers, and falling stars ; and what
of vegetation and geology he brings in,
is but as so much that might be seen by
an aerial creature in its ascents and
descents. His poetry is full of direct
and all but conscious suggestions of this.
Need we cite, as one, his " Ode to the
Skylark," that " scorner of the ground,"
whose skill he covets for the poet ?
Then there is his lyric of the " Cloud : " —
" I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
For the seas and the streams ;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noon-day dreams ;
From my wings are shaken the dews that
waken
The sweet birds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast
As the dances about the sun ;
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder."
Again in his " Invocation to the "West
Wind," in which, expressly imploring
it to be his spirit, he dedicates himself,
as it were, to the meteorological for
ever : —
" 0 wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's
being,
Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves
dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter
fleeing,
*****
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is !
What if my leaves are falling like its own ?
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep avtumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness, fie thou, spirit
fierce,
My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous me !
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,
Like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth ;
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind !
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy ! 0 wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind ?
THE KEVELATION.
' This is the mystery
Of this wonderful history,
And the way to find it out."
SOUTHEY.
HE was wont to creep and stumble, with a slow, uncertain pace,
And a supplicating doubt o'er all his hard unbending face ;
And our mirth would make him scornful, and our pity made him wince,
"When the fitful moody dream was on, perverting the good sense.
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He was sharp too with his reasons, and his deep, inveterate sneer
Mocked the highest and divinest without reverence or fear ;
And our pious saws and customs, he would laugh at them, and call
The old lace that did embroider the hypocrisy of alL
For the world seemed out of joint to him, and rotten to the core,
With Gods and creeds once credited, but credible no more ;
And duties high, heroic, that once were bravely done ;
JBut for action, we had babbling only now beneath the sun.
And there was nothing sacred in the universe to him—
No lights of awe and wonder — no temple fitly dim;
Ever scornfully he reasoned, ever battled with his lot,
And he rent, not understanding, the fine sanctities of thought.
But the blind old man is altered to a cheerful hopefulness,
And now serenest thought and joy are mantling in his face ;
At one with his own spirit, at one with all his kind,
At one with God's great universe — he sees though he is blind.
And it's all that sweet child's doing ; see them at the lattice there,
How his fingers steal amid the long brown clusters of her hair ;
And she looks up with her thoughtful eyes of lustrous loving blue,
And tells him of 'the rosebuds that are peeping into view.
They say he found her one night, humming o'er a quiet tune,
As he walked in mournful sadness beneath the tranquil moon,
Yet sporting in his sorrow, mourning with a scornful mirth,
Like a blind old Samson grappling with the pillars of the earth.
And she came upon him gently, as an angel from the Lord,
And she led him with a loving hand, and with a pious word ;
And she fringed the dark clouds of his soul with lights of heaven's own grace,
And she breathed into his life a breath of tranquil hopefulness.
And he's no more sharp with reasons ; thought sits calmly on his brow,
And the dew upon his thoughts is not changed to hoar-frost now ;
And he plays such rare sweet music with a natural pathos low ;
There is no sorrow in it, yet 'twill make your tears to flow.
For he's full of all bird-singing, and the cheery ring of bells,
The rain that drizzles on the leaves, the dripping sound of wells,
And the bearded barley's rustling, and the sound of winds and brooks,
That in the quiet midnight floats about the woodland nooks,
And the old ocean-murmurs, and all the hum of bees,
And varied modulations of the many-sounding trees.
These tune his heart to melodies, that lighten all its load;
Yet their gladness hath a sadness, though it speak to him of God.
And he knows all shapes of flowers : the heath, the fox-glove with its bells,
The palmy fern's green elegance, fanned in soft woodland smells;
The milkwort on the mossy turf his nice-touch fingers trace,
And the eye-bright, though he sees it not, he finds it in its place.
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And it's all that sweet child's doing : as they saunter by the brook, ;
If they be not singing by the way, she reads the blessed book ;
Eeads the story of the sorrow of the man that loved us all,
Till the eyes that cannot see her let the tears in gladness fall.
0, a blessed work is thine, fair child ; and even so we find,
When we, bedridden with sick thoughts, are wandering in our mind
From the simple truth of nature, how blissful is the calm,
When Faith holds up the aching head, and presses with her palm.
That's the key-note of existence ; the right tone is caught at length ;
Cometh Faith upon the soul, and we go on in love and strength ;
We go on, with surest footstep, by the dizziest brinks of thought,
And in its deep abysses see the God whom we had sought.
We were sometime dark and dreary ; we were sometime wroth and proud ;
Warring with our fate defiant ; scornful of the vacant crowd ;
Thoughtful of the seeming discords, and the impotence of will ;
And questioning the Universe for meanings hard and ill.
Cometh Faith upon the spirit, and the spirit is serene,
Seeing beauty in the duty, and God where these are seen, —
God in every path of duty, beaming gracious from above,
And clothing every sorrow with the garment of His love.
And the dark cloud is uplifted, and the mists of doubt grow thin,
Leaving drops of dew behind them, as the light comes breaking in ;
And the surges of the passion into quiet slumbers fall,
And the discords do but hint a grander harmony through all
For around the man of sorrows all the sorrows of our lot
Find their law and light in Him, whose life is our divinest thought ;
And the Infinite, the Dreaded, draws nigh to thee and me
In that sacrament of sorrow — we are blind and yet we see.
For if the way of man here is a way of grief and loss,
Even so the way of Godhead was upon the bitter cross, —
Upon the bitter cross, and along a tearful story,
Till the wreath of thorns became the crown of heaven's imperial glory.
So the sorrow and the sacrifice, whereat we do repine,
Are but symbols of the kinship 'twixt the human and divine —
But the law of highest being and of highest honour given ;
For the wreath of cruel thorns is now the empire crown of heaven.
Eest thee on that faith divine, and all the history of man
Bound its thread will crystallize in order of a glorious plan ;
For the grief is still divinest, and our strains of deepest gladness
Show their kindred by their trembling ever on the verge of sadness.
Eest thee on that holy faith, and all the misty mountain tops,
Where thy thoughts were cold and cloudy, shall beam forth with radiant hopes
And the harmony of all things, never uttered into ears,
Shall be felt in deep heart-heavings, like the music of the spheres.
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"Tis the shallow stream that babbles — 'tis in shallows of the sea
Where its ineffectual labours for a mighty utterance be ;
All the spoken truth is ripple, — surge upon the shore of Death ;
There is but a silent swell amid the depths of love and faith.
•
But be still, and hear the Godhead how His solemn footsteps fall
In the story of the sorrow of the Man who loved us all ;
Be still, and let Him lead thee along the brink of awe,
Where the mystery of sorrow solves the mystery of Law.
And the mournfulness and scornfulness will haply melt away,
They were frost-work on your windows, and they dimm'd the light of day ;
And you took their phantom pictures for the scenery of earth,
And never saw in truth the world that made your mournful mirth.
Only let the Heaven-child, Jesus, lead thee meekly on the path
Through thy sorrows, strewn with blossoms, like a kindly after-math,
And for reasons sharp and bitter quiet thoughts will rise in thee,
As when light, instead of lightning, gleams upon the earth and sea.
And the world will murmur sweetly many songs into thine ear,
From the harvest and the vintage, as their gladness crowns the year ;
From the laughter of the children, glancing lightsome as life's foam ;
From the sabbath of the weary, and the sanctities of home ;
Yea, the sickness and the sorrows, and the mourner's bitter grief,
Will have strains of holy meaning, notes of infinite relief,
Whispering of the love and wisdom that are in a Father's rod ;
And their sadness will have gladness speaking thus to thee of God.
And if He give thee waters of sorrow to thy fate,
He will give them songs to murmur, though but half articulate,
Like the brooks that murmur pensive, and you know not what they say,
But the grass and flowers are brightest where they sing along their way.
Thus in thoughtful contemplation of the full-orbed life divine,
Shall the fragmentary reason find the Law that doth combine
All the seeming antinomies of the infinite decree
That has linked the highest being with the highest misery.
Ye that dwell among your reasons, what is that ye call a God
But the lengthening shadow of yourselves that falls upon your road?
The shadow of a Self supreme, that orders all our fate,
Sitting bland in His complaisance 'mid the ruins desolate !
0 your subtle logic-bridges, spanning over the abyss
From the finite with its sadness to the Infinite of bliss !
You would find out God by logic, lying far from us, serene,
In a weighty proposition, with a hundred links between !
And you send your thoughts on every side in search of Him forsooth !
Speeding over the broad Universe to find the only truth
That lies at your hand for ever. Get thee eye-salve, man, and pray :
God is walking in the garden, and it is the noon of day.
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Roll up these grave-clothes, lay them in a corner of the tomb ;
He is risen from dead arguments ; what seek ye in their gloom ? '
Leave the linen robes and spices — foolish hearts are thine and mine
How could love and faith be called upon to bury the divine ?
0 not thus the way of Faith, not thus the way of holy Love,
Where the Christ of human story and the Christ of heaven above
Blends the duty and the beauty — blends the human and divine,
By the crown of His many sorrows ever glorifying thine.
Tell me no more of your reasons ; do not call me to embark
On a voyage to the tropics with an iceberg for an ark,
Swaying grandly o'er the billows, shining brightly in the sun,
But to melt away beneath me ere the voyage be half done.
1 heed not of your logic ; I am well convinced of God :
;Tis the purpose He is working, and the path that He has trod
Through the mystery of misery — the labyrinth of sin,
That clouds the world around, and overcasts the soul within :
'Tis the story of the ages, like the witches' midnight revel,
Wild, grotesque, and very tragic — worship surely of the devil ;
'Tis the struggle of the human, with its impotence and ill,
Reeling blindly through the dark, and working out a mightier will.
And you've not discovered God — and I care not though you did ;
That is not the ancient secret from the generations hid ;
'Tis the purpose, and the moral, and the harmony of life,
That we ravel in unravelling till exhausted with the strife.
And my heart was all despairing, and my soul was dark and dreary,
And the night was coming fast on me — a lonesome night and eerie —
As bit by bit the wreck went down, and all I clung to most,
Turned to straws and drifting bubbles, and was in the darkness lost.
And my heart grew more despairing, and my soul more dark and dreary,
Till I saw the Godhead bending, faint and meek, and very weary ;
Not in blessedness supernal, sitting easy on a throne,
Dealing sorrows unto others, with no sorrow of his own.
And I read in His great sorrows the significance of mine, —
Even the Law of highest Being, proving kin with the divine,
Love travailing in pain with a birth of nobleness,
And dying into Life with sure development of bliss.
Then the discords lost their terror, and the harmonies began
To be heard in sweetest snatches, where a peaceful spirit ran
Through strangest variations of the universal pain,
With the still recurring cadence of the Cross for its refrain —
Snatches of the concord, never fully uttered unto man,
Yet discovering in their pathos, the dim outline of the plan,
Whereby the pain and sorrow, and the evil might be wrought
Into the rarest beauty, and highest unisons of thought.
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Heed not, then, the many reasons — the cross lights and the broken,
That are glimmering all around thee with half-meanings but half-spoken ;
Turn thee to the man of sorrows — ECCE HOMO ! — look on God ;
He will ease thee of thy sorrows, opening blossoms in the rod.
All the creeds are but an effort feebly to interpret Him,
Like the sunlight — through a prison that breaks into a chamber dim ;
Hie thee forth into the daylight ; wherefore darken thus thy room,
And then moan that there is only light enough to show the gloom ?
ECCE HOMO ! all ye nations, tribes, and peoples of the earth ;
Leave the priests their poor devices, and the scribes their barren dearth ;
Here is flesh and blood and feeling — thou shalt eat of Him and live,
And walk with Him in glory whom the Heavens did once receive.
And your path shall be a path of light, your tears a morning shower,
All the germs of nature opening, fragrant, underneath the power
Of the quiet light that claspeth all the world in its embrace,
And makes it beam and prattle up into the Father's face.
ORWELL.
TOM BKOWN AT OXFORD.
BY THE AUTHOR OP "TOM BROWN' S SCHOOL-BATS."
CHAPTEE XXVI.
THE LONG WALK IN CHRISTCHURCH
MEABOWS.
Do well unto thyself and men will
speak good of thee, is a maxim as old
as King David's time, and just as true
now as it was then. Hardy had found
it so since the publication of the class
list. Within a few days of that event,
it was known that his was a very good
first. His College Tutor had made his
own inquiries, and repeated on several
occasions in a confidential way the state-
ment that, "with the exception of a
" want of polish in his Latin and Greek
" verses, which we seldom get, except in
" the most finished public school men —
" Etonians in particular — there has been
"no better examination in the schools
" for several years." The worthy tutor
went on to take glory to the college, and
in a lower degree to himself. He called
attention, in more than one common
room, to the fact that Hardy had never
had any private tuition, but had attained
his intellectual development solely in the
curriculum provided by St. Ambrose's
College for the training of the youth
intrusted to her. " He himself, indeed,"
he would add, " had always taken much
' interest in Hardy, and had, perhaps,
' done more for him than would be pos-
'sible in every case, but only with
' direct reference to, and in supplement
' of the college course."
The Principal had taken marked and
somewhat pompous notice of him", and
had graciously intimated his wish, or,
perhaps I should say, his will, (for he
would have been much astonished to be
told that a wish of his could count for
less than a royal mandate to any man
who had been one of his servitors,) that
Hardy should stand for a fellowship,
which had lately fallen vacant. A few
weeks before, this excessive affability
and condescension of the great man
would have wounded Hardy ; but, some-
how, the sudden rush of sunshine and
prosperity, though it had not thrown
him off his balance, or changed his esti-
mate of men and things, had pulled a
sort of comfortable sheath over his sen-
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sitiveness, and given him a second skin,
as it were, from which the Principal's
shafts bounded off innocuous, instead of
piercing and rankling. At first, the
idea of standing for a fellowship at St.
Ambrose's was not pleasant to him. He
felt inclined to open up entirely new
ground for himself, and stand at some
other college, where he had neither ac-
quaintance nor association. But on second
thoughts, he resolved to stick to his old
college, moved thereto partly by the
lamentations of Tom, when he heard of
his friend's meditated emigration, but
chiefly by the unwillingness to quit a
hard post for an easier one, which besets
natures like his to their own discomfort,
but, may one hope, to the signal benefit
of the world at large. Such men may see
clearly enough all the advantages of a
move of this kind — may quite appreciate
the ease which it would bring them —
may be impatient with themselves for
not making it at once — but, when it
comes to the actual leaving the old post,
even though it may be a march out with
all the honours of war, drums beating
and colours flying, as it would have been
in Hardy's case, somehow or another,
nine times out of ten, they throw up the
chance at the last moment, if not earlier ;
pick up their old arms — growling per-
haps at the price they are paying to
keep their own self-respect — and shoulder
back into the press to face their old
work, muttering, " We are asses ; we
" don't know what's good for us ; but
"we must see this job through some-
" how, come what may."
So Hardy stayed on at St. Ambrose,
waiting for the fellowship examination,
and certainly, I am free to confess, not
a little enjoying the change in his posi-
tion and affairs.
He had given up his low dark back
rooms to the new servitor, his successor,
to whom he had presented all the
ricketty furniture, except his two Wind-
sor chairs and Oxford reading table.
The intrinsic value of the gift was not
great certainly, but was of importance
to the poor raw boy, who was taking his
place ; and it was made with the deli-
cacy of one who knew the situation.
Hardy's good offices did not stop here.
Having tried the bed himself for up-
wards of three long years, he knew all
the hard places, and was resolved while
he stayed up that they should never
chafe another occupant as they had him.
So he set himself to provide stuffing, and
took the lad about with him, and cast a
skirt of his newly acquired mantle of
respectability over him, and put him in
the way of making himself as comfort-
able as circumstances would allow ;
never disguising from him all the while
that the bed was not to be a bed of
roses. In which pursuit, though not yet
a fellow, perhaps he was qualifying him-
self better for a a fellowship than he
could have done by any amount of
cramming for polish in his versification.
Not that the electors of St. Ambrose
would be likely to hear of or appreciate
this kind of training. Polished versifi-
cation would no doubt have told more in
that quarter. But we who are behind
the scenes may disagree with them, and
hold that he who is thus acting out, and
learning to understand the meaning of
the word "fellowship," is the man for
our votes.
So Hardy had left his rooms and
gone out of College, into lodgings near
at hand. The sword, epaulettes, and
picture of his father's old ship — his
tutelary divinities, as Tom called them —
occupied their accustomed place in his new
rooms, except that there was a looking
glass over the mantle-piece here, by the
side of which the sword hung, instead of
in the centre, as it had done while he
had no such luxury. His Windsor
chairs occupied each side of the pleasant
window of his sitting room, and already
the taste for luxuries with which he had
so often accused himself to Tom began
to peep out in the shape of one or two
fine engravings. Altogether Fortune was
smiling on Hardy, and he was making
the most of her, like a wise man, having
brought her round by proving that he
could get on without her, and was not
going out 'of his way to gain her smiles.
Several men came at once, even before
he had taken his B.A. degree, to read
with him, and others applied to know
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whether he would take a reading party
in the long vacation. In short all things
went well with Hardy, and the Oxford
world recognized the fact, and trades-
men and college servants became obse-
quious, and began to bow before him,
and recognize him as one of their lords
and masters.
It was to Hardy's lodgings that Tom
repaired straightway, when he left his
cousin by blood, and cousin by courtesy,
at the end of the last chapter. For,
running over in his mind all his acquain-
tance, he at once fixed upon Hardy as
the man to accompany him in escort-
ting the ladies to the Long "Walk.
Besides being his own most intimate
friend, Hardy was the man whom he
would prefer to all others to intro-
duce to ladies now. "A month ago
it might have been different," Tom
thought; "he was such an old guy in
his dress. But he has smartened up,
and wears as good a coat as I do, and
looks well enough for any body, though
he never will be much of a dresser.
Then he will be in a Bachelor's gown too,
which will look respectable."
" Here you are ; that's all right ; I'm so
glad you're in," he said as he entered the
room. " Now I want you to come to the
Long Walk with me to-night."
" Very well — will you call for me 1"
"Yes, and mind you come in your
best get-up, old fellow : we shall have
two of the prettiest girls who are up,
with us."
" You won't want me then ; they will
have plenty of escort."
" Not a bit of it. They are deserted
by their natural guardian, my old uncle,
who has gone out to dinner. Oh, it's
all right ; they are my cousins, more
like sisters, and my uncle knows we are
going. In fact it was he who settled that
I should take them."
"Yes, but you see I don't know
them.'
"That doesn't matter. I can't take
them both myself — I must have some-
body with me, and I'm so glad to get
the chance of introducing you to some
of my people. You'll know them all,
I hope, before long. '
"Of course I should like it very
much, if you are sure it's all right."
Tom was as perfectly sure as usual,
and so the matter was arranged. Hardy
was very much pleased and gratified at
this proof of his friend's confidence ; and
I am not going to say that he did not
shave again, and pay most unwonted
attention to his toilet before the hour
fixed for Tom's return. The fame of
Brown's lionesses had spread through
St. Ambrose's already, and Hardy had
heard of them as well as other men.
There was something so unusual to him
in being selected on such an occasion,
when the smartest men in the college
were wishing and plotting for that
which came to him unasked, that he
may be pardoned for feeling something
a little bike vanity, while he adjusted
the coat which Tom had recently thought
of with such complacency, and looked
in the glass to see that his gown hung
gracefully. The effect on the whole
was so good, that Tom was above mea-
sure astonished when he came back, and
could not help indulging in some gentle
chaff as they walked towards the High-
street arm in arm.
The young ladies were quite rested,
and sitting dressed and ready for their
walk when Tom and Hardy were an-
nounced, and entered the room. Miss
Winter rose up, surprised and a little
embarrassed at the introduction of a total
stranger in her father's absence. But
she put a good face on the matter, as
became a well-bred young woman,
though she secretly resolved to lecture
Tom in private, as he introduced "My
great friend, Mr. Hardy, of our college.
My cousins." Mary dropped a pretty
little demure courtesy, lifting her eyes
for one moment for a glance at Tom,
which said as plain as look could speak,
" Well, I must say you are making the
most of your new-found relationship."
He was a little put out for a moment,
but then recovered himsalf, and said
apologetically,
"Mr. Hardy is a bach3lor, Katie —
I mean a Bachelor of Arts, and he
knows all the people by sight up
here. We couldn't have gone to the
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walk without some one to show us
the lions."
" Indeed, I'm afraid you give me too
much credit," said Hardy. "I know
most of our dons by sight certainly, but
scarcely any of the visitors."
The awkwardness of Tom's attempted
explanation set everything wrong again.
Then came one of those awkward
pauses which will occur so very pro-
vokingly at the most inopportune times.
Miss Winter was seized with one of the
uncontrollable fits of shyness, her
bondage to which she had so lately
been grieving over to Mary ; and in
self-defence, and without meaning in the
least to do so, drew herself up, and
looked as proud as you please. Hardy,
whose sensitiveness, as we have seen, was
as keen as a woman's, felt in a moment
the awkwardness of the situation, and
became as shy as Miss Winter her-
self. If the floor would have suddenly
opened, and let him through into the
dark shop, he would have been thankful ;
but, as it would not, there he stood,
meditating a sudden retreat from the
room, and a tremendous onslaught on
Tom, as soon as he could catch him
alone, for getting him into such a scrape.
Tom was provoked with them all, for
not at once feeling at ease with one
another, and stood twirling his cap by
the tassel, and looking fiercely at it, re-
solved not to break the silence. He
had been at all the trouble of bringing
about this charming situation, and now
nobody seemed to like it, or to know
what to say or do. They might get
themselves out of it as they could, for
anything he cared ; he was not going to
bother himself any more.
Mary looked in the glass, to see that
her bonnet was quite right, and then
from one to another of her companions,
in a little wonder at their unaccountable
behaviour, and a little pique that two
young men should be standing there like
unpleasant images, and not availing
themselves of the privilege of trying, at
least, to make themselves agreeable to
her. Luckily, however, for the party,
the humorous side of the tableau
struck her with great force, so that when
Tom lifted his misanthropic eyes for a
moment, and caught hers, they were so
full of fun that he had nothing to do
but to allow himself, not without a
struggle, to break first into a smile, and
then into a laugh. This brought all
eyes to bear on him, and the ice, being
once broken, dissolved as quickly as it
had gathered.
"I really can't see what there is
to laugh at, Tom," said Miss Winter,
smiling herself, nevertheless, and blush-
ing a little, as she worked or pretended
to work at buttoning one of her gloves.
" Can't you, Katie ? WeU then, isn't
it very ridiculous, and enough to make
one laugh, that we four should be stand-
ing here in a sort of Quaker's meeting,
when we ought to be half-way to the
Long Walk by this time ? "
" Oh, do let us start," said Mary ; " I
know we shall be missing all the best of
the sight."
" Come along, then," said Tom, lead-
ing the way down stairs, and Hardy and
the ladies followed, and they descended
into the High Street, walking all
abreast, the two ladies together, with
a gentleman on either Hank. This for-
mation answered well enough in High
Street, the broad pavement of that
celebrated thoroughfare being favourable
to an advance in line. But when they
had wheeled into Oriel Lane the narrow
pavement at once threw the line into
confusion, and after one or two fruitless
attempts to take up the dressing they
settled down into the more natural for-
mation of close column of couples, the
leading couple consisting of Mary and
Tom, and the remaining couple of Miss
Winter and Hardy. It was a lovely
midsummer evening, and Oxford was
looking her best under the genial cloud-
less sky, so that, what with the usual
congratulations on the weather, and ex-
planatory remarks on the buildings as
they passed along, Hardy managed to
keep up a conversation with his com-
panion without much difficulty. Miss
Winter was pleased with his quiet defe-
rential manner, and soon lost her feeling
of shyness, and, before Hardy had come
to the end of such remarks as it occurred
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to him to make, she was taking her fair
share in the talk. In describing their
day's doings she spoke with enthusiasm
of the beauty of Magdalen Chapel, and
betrayed a little knowledge of traceries
and mouldings, which gave an opening
to her companion to travel out of the
weather and the names of colleges.
Church architecture was just one of
the subjects which was sure at that time
to take more or less hold on every man
at Oxford whose mind was open to
the influences of the place. Hardy had
read the usual text-books, and^ kept his
eyes open as he walked about the town
and neighbourhood. To Miss Winter
he seemed so learned on the subject, that
she began to doubt his tendencies, and
was glad 'to be reassured by some re-
marks which fell from him as to the
University sermon which she had heard.
She was glad to find that her cousin's
most intimate friend was not likely
to lead him into the errors of Trac-
tarianism.
Meantime the leading couple were
getting on satisfactorily in their own
way.
" Isn't it good of uncle Eobert 1 he
says that he shall feel quite comfortable
as long as you and Katie are with me.
In fact, I feel quite responsible already,
like an old dragon in a story-book
watching a treasure."
"Yes, but what does Katie say to
being made a treasure of 1 She has to
think a good deal for herself ; and I am
afraid you are not quite certain of being
our sole knight and guardian because
uncle Eobert wants to get rid of us.
Poor old uncle !"
" But you wouldn't object, then1?"
" Oh dear, no — at least, not unless
you take to looking as cross as you
did just now in our lodgings. Of course,
I'm all for dragons who are mad about
dancing, and never think of leaving a
ball-room till the band packs up and
the old man shuffles in to put out the
lights."
" Then I shall be a model dragon,"
said Tom. Twenty-four hours earlier he
had declared that nothing should in-
duce him to go to the balls; but his
views on the subject had been greatly
modified, and he had been worrying all
his acquaintance, not unsuccessfully, for
the necessary tickets, ever since his
talk with his cousins on the preceding
evening.
The scene became more and more gay
and lively as they passed out of Christ-
church towards the Long Walk. The
town turned out to take its share in the
show; and citizens of all ranks, the
poorer ones accompanied by children of
all ages, trooped along cheek by jowl
with members of the University of all
degrees and their visitors, somewhat
indeed to the disgust of certain of these
latter, many of whom declared that the
whole thing was spoilt by the miscel-
laneousness of the crowd, and that
"those sort of people" ought not to
be allowed to come to the Long Walk
on Show Sunday. However, "those
sort of people" abounded nevertheless,
and seemed to enjoy very much, in
sober fashion, the solemn march up and
down beneath the grand avenue of
elms, in the midst of their betters.
The University was there in strength,
from the Vice-Chancellor downwards.
Somehow or another, though it might
seem an unreasonable thing at first
sight for grave and reverend persons to
do, yet most of the gravest of them
found some reason for taking a turn in
the Long Walk. As for the under-
graduates, they turned out almost to a
man, and none of them more certainly
than the young gentlemen, elaborately
dressed, who had sneered at the whole
ceremony as snobbish an hour or two
before.
As for our hero, he sailed into the
meadows thoroughly satisfied for the
moment with himself and his convoy.
He had every reason to be so, for though
there were many gayer and more fashion-
ably dressed ladies present than his
cousin, and cousin by courtesy, there
were none there whose faces, figures
and dresses carried more unmistakeably
the marks of that thorough quiet high
breeding, that refinement which is no
mere surface polish, and that fearless
unconsciousness which looks out from
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pure hearts, which are still, thank God,
to be found in so many homes of the
English gentry.
The Long Walk was filling rapidly, and
at every half-dozen paces Tom was
greeted by some of his friends or ac-
quaintance, and exchanged a word or
two with them. But he allowed them
one after another to pass by without
effecting any introduction.
" You seem to have a great many ac-
quaintances," said his companion, upon
whom none of these salutations were
lost.
" Yes, of course ; one gets to know a
great many men up here."
" It must be very pleasant. Eut does
it not interfere a great deal with your
reading ? "
" No ) because one meets them at
lectures, and in Hall and Chapel. Be-
sides," he added in a sudden fit of
honesty, "it is my first year. One
doesn't read much in one's first year.
It is a much harder thing than people
think to take to reading, except just
before an examination."
" But your great friend who is walk-
ing with Katie — what did you say his
name is ? "
" Hardy."
"Well, he is a great scholar, didn't
you say ? "
" Yes, he has just taken a first class.
He is the best man of his year."
" How proud you must be of him ! I
suppose now he is a great reader 1 "
" Yes, he is great at everything. He
is nearly the best oar in our boat. By
the way, you will come to the procession
of boats to-morrow night ? We are the
head boat on the river."
" Oh, I hope so. Is it a pretty sight 1
Let us ask Katie about it."
" It is the finest sight in the world,"
said Tom, who had never seen it ;
" twenty-four eight oars, with their flags
flying, and all the crews in uniform.
You see the barges over there, moored
along the side of the river. You will
sit on one of them as we pass."
" Yes, I tnink I do," said Mary, look-
ing across the meadow in the direction
in which he pointed ; " you mean those
great gilded things. But I don't see the
river."
" Shall we walk round there ? It
won't take us ten minutes."
"But we must not leave the walk
and all the people. It is so amusing
here."
" Then you will wear our colours at
the procession to-morrow ? "
"Yes, if Katie doesn't mind. At
least if they are pretty. What are your
colours ? "
"Blue and white. I will get you
some ribbons to-morrow morning."
" Very well, and I will make them up
into rosettes."
" Why, do you know them 1 " asked
Tom, as she bowed to two gentlemen in
masters' caps and gowns, whom they met
in the crowd.
" Yes ; at least we met them last
night."
" But do you know who they are 1 "
" Oh yes ; they were introduced to us,
and I talked a great deal to them. And
Katie scolded me for it when we got
home. No ; I won't say scolded me,
but looked very grave over it."
" They are two of the leaders of the
Tractarians."
"Yes. That was the fun of it.
Katie was so pleased and interested with
them at first ; much more than I was.
But when she found out who they were
she fairly ran away, and I stayed and
talked on. I don't think they said any-
thing very dangerous. Perhaps one of
them wrote No. 90. Do you know?"
"I dare say. But I don't know
much about it. However, they must
have a bad time of it, I should think,
up here with the old dons."
" But don't you think one likes people
who are persecuted ? I declare I would
listen to them for an hour, though I
didn't understand a word, just to show
them that I wasn't afraid of them, and
sympathised with them. How can peo-
ple be so ill-natured? I'm sure they
only write what they believe, and think
will do good."
" That's just what most of us feel,"
said Tom ; " we hate to see them put
down because they don't agree with the
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swells up here. You'll see how they
will be cheered in the theatre."
"Then they are not unpopular and
persecuted after all ? "
" Oh yes, by the dons. And that's
why we all like them. From fellow-
feeling you see, because the dons bully
them and us equally."
" But I thought they were dons too ? "
" Well, so they are, but not regular
dons, you know, like the Proctors, and
Deans, and that sort."
His companion did not understand
this delicate distinction, but was too
much interested in watching the crowd
to inquire further.
Presently they met two of the heads
of houses walking with several stran-
gers. Every one was noticing them
as they passed, and of course Tom was
questioned as to who they were. Not
being prepared with an answer he ap-
pealed to Hardy, who was just behind
them talking to Miss Winter. They
were some of the celebrities on whom
honorary degrees were to be conferred,
Hardy said ; a famous American author,
a foreign ambassador, a well-known
Indian soldier, and others. Then came
some more M.A.'s, ..one of whom this
time bowed to Miss Winter.
"Who was that, Katie?"
" One of the gentlemen we met last
night. I did not catch his name, but
he was very agreeable."
" Oh, I remember. You were talking
to him for a long time after you ran
away from me. I was very curious to
know what you were saying, you seemed
so interested."
" Well, you seem to have made the
most of your time last night," said Tom ;
" I should have thought, Katie, you
would hardly have approved of him
either."
" But who is he ? "
" Why, the most dangerous man in
Oxford. What do they call him — a
Germanizer and a rationalist, is'nt it,
Hardy?"
" Yes, I believe so," said Hardy.
" Oh, think of that ! There, Katie ;
you had much better have stayed by
me after all. A Germanizer, didn't you
No. 11. — VOL. n.
say ? What a hard word. It must be
much worse than Tractarian. Isn't it
now ? "
" Mary dear, pray take care ; every
body will hear you," said Miss Winter.
" I wish I thought that every body
would listen to me," replied Miss Mary.
" But I really will be very quiet, Katie,
— only I must know which is the worst,
my Tractarians or your Germanizer?"
" Oh, the Germanizer of course," said
Tom.
"But why?" said Hardy, who could
do no less than break a lance for his
companion. Moreover he happened to
have strong convictions on these sub-
jects.
"Why? Because one knows the
worst of where the Tractarians are going.
They may go to Borne and there's an
end of it. But the Germanizers are
going into the abysses, or no one knows
where."
" There, Katie, you hear, I hope," in-
terrupted Miss Mary, coming to her
companion's rescue before Hardy could
bring his artillery to bear, " but what a
terrible place Oxford must be. I declare
it seems quite full of people whom it
is unsafe to talk with."
" I wish it were, if they were all like
Miss Winter's friend," said Hardy. And
then the crowd thickened, and they
dropped behind again. Tom was getting
to think more of his companion and less
of himself every minute, when he was
suddenly confronted in the walk by
Benjamin, the Jew money-lender, smok-
ing a cigar and dressed in a gaudy
figured satin waistcoat and water fall
of the same material, and resplendent
with jewellery. He had business to
attend to in Oxford at this time of the
year. Nothing escaped the eyes of
Tom's companion.
"Who was that?" she said ; "what a
dreadful looking man ! Surely he bowed
as if he knew you ?"
" I dare say. He is impudent enough
for anything," said Tom.
"But who is he?"
" Oh, a rascally fellow who sells bad
cigars and worse wine."
Tom's equanimity was much shaken
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by the apparition of the Jew. The
remembrance of the bill scene at the
public house in the Corn-market, and
the unsatisfactory prospect in that mat-
ter, with Blake plucked and Drysdale
no longer a member of the University
.and utterly careless as to his liabilities,
came acioss him, and made him silent
and absent.
He answered at hazard to his com-
panion's remarks for the next minute or
two, until, after some particularly inap-
propriate reply, she turned her head and
looked at him for a moment with steady
wide open eyes, which brought him to
himself, or rather drove him into him-
self, in no time.
" I really beg your pardon," he said ;
" I was very rude, I fear. It is so
strange to me to be walking here with
ladies. What were you saying ? "
"Nothing of any consequence — I
really forget. But is it a very strange
thing for you to walk with ladies
herel"
" Strange ! I should think it was !
I have never seen a lady that I knew
up here, till you came."
. " Indeed ! but there must be plenty
of ladies living in Oxford ? "
" I don't believe there are. At least,
we never see them."
. I " Then you ought to be on your best
behaviour when we do come. I shall
expect you now to listen to everything
I say, and to answer my silliest ques-
tions."
" Oh, you ought not to be so hard
on us."
" You mean that you are not used to
answering silly questions? How wise
you must all grow, living up here toge-
ther."
" Perhaps. But the wisdom doesn't
come down to the first-year men ; and
so—"
" Well, why do you stop ?"
" Because I was going to say some-
thing you might not like."
" Then I insist on hearing it. Now,
I shall not let you off You were say-
ing that wisdom does not come so low
as first-year men ; and so — whatl"
" And so — and so, they are not wise."
"Yes, of course; but that was not
what you were going to say ; and so — "
" And so they are generally agreeable,
for wise people are always dull ; and
so — ladies ought to avoid the dons."
" And not avoid first-year men 1 "
"Exactly so,"
" Because they are foolish, and there-
fore fit company for ladies. Now,
really—"
"No, no; because .they are foolish,
and, therefore, they ought to be made
wise ; and ladies are wiser than dons."
"And therefore, duller, for all wise
people, you said, were dull."
" Not all wise people ; only people
who are wise by cramming, — as dons ;
but ladies are wise by inspiration."
" And first-year men, are they foolish
by inspiration and agreeable by cram-
ming, or agreeable by inspiration and
foolish by cramming 1"
"They are agreeable by inspiration
in the society of ladies."
" Then they can never be agreeable,
for you say they never see ladies."
"Not with the bodily eye, but with
the eye of fancy."
"Then their agreeableness must be
all fancy."
"But it is better to be agreeable in
fancy than dull in reality."
" That depends upon whose fancy it
is. To be agreeable in your own fancy
is compatible with being as dull in
reality as — "
" How you play with words ; I see
you won't leave me a shred either of
fancy or agreeableness to stand on."
"Then I shall do you good service.
I shall destroy your illusions ; you can-
not stand on illusions."
"But remember what my illusions
were, — fancy and agreeableness."
"But your agreeableness stood on
fancy, and your fancy on nothing. You
had better settle down at once on the
solid basis of dulness, like the dons."
" Then I am to found myself on fact,
and try to be dull 1 What a conclusion !
But perhaps dulness is no more a fact
than fancy ; — what is dulness 1"
" Oh, I do not undertake to define ;
you are the best judge."
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" How severe you are ! Now, see, how
generous I am. D illness in society is
the absence of ladies."
" Alas, poor Oxford ! Who is that in
the velvet sleeves 1 Why do you touch
your cap ?"
"That is the proctor. He is our
Cerberus ; 'he. has to keep all under-
graduates in good order."
" What a task ! He ought to have
three heads."
"He has only one head, but it is a
very long one. And he has a tail like any
Basha, composed of pro-proctors, mar-
shals, and bull-dogs., and I don't know
what all. But to go back to what we
were saying — " .
" No, don't let us go back. I'm tired
of it ; besides, you were just beginning
about dulriess. How can you expect me
to listen now f
" Oh, but do listen, just for two
minutes. Will you be serious? I do
want to know .what you really think
when you hear the case/'
" Well, I will try,— for two minutes,
mind."
Upon gaining which permission Tom
went off into an interesting discourse on
the unnaturalness of men's lives at Ox-
ford, which it is by no means necessary
to inflict 011 my readers. As he was
waxing eloquent and sentimental, he
chanced to look from his companion's
face for a moment in search of a simile,
when his eyes alighted on that virtuous
member of society, Dick, the factotum
of the Choughs, who was taking his
turn hi the long walk with his betters.
Dick's face was twisted into an uncom-
fortable grin \ his eyes were fixed on
Tom and his companion ; and he made a
sort of half motion towards touching his
hat, but couldn't quite carry it through,
and so passed by.
" Ah ! ain't he a going of it again,"
he muttered to himself ; " jest like 'em
all."
Tom didn't hear the words, but the
look had been quite enough for him,
and he broke off short in his speech,
and turned his head away, and, after
two or three flounderings which Mary
seemed not to notice, stopped short,
and let Miss Winter and Hardy join
them.
"It's getting dark," he said, as they
came up ; "the walk is thinning; ought
we not to be going ? . Eemember, I am
in charge."
" Yes, I think it is time."
At this moment the . great Christ
Church beU, — Tom, by name, — began
to toll.
"Surely that can't he Tom?" Miss
Winter said, who had heard the one
hundred and one strokes on former
occasions.
" Indeed it is, though."
" But how very light it is."
" It is almost the longest day in the
year, and there hasn't been a cloud all
day."
They started .to walk home all
together, and Tom gradually recovered
himself, but left the labouring oar to
Hardy, who did his work very well,
and persuaded the ladies to go on and
see the Ratcliffe by moonlight — the only
time to see it, as he said, because of the
shadows — and just to look in at the old
quadrangle of St. Ambrose.
It was almost ten o'clock when they
stopped at the lodgings hi High Street
While they were waiting for the door to
be opened, Hardy said —
" I really must apologize, Miss Winter,
to you, for my intrusion .to-night. I
hope your father will allow me to call
on him."
" Oh yes ! pray do ; he will be so
glad to see any friend of my cousin's."
" And if I can be of any use to him ;
or to yoiij or your sister " —
"My sister! Oh, you mean Mary?
She is not my sister."
" I beg your pardon. But I hope
you will let me know if .there is any-
thing I can do for you."
" Indeed we will. Now, Mary, papa
will be worrying about us." And so
the young ladies said their adieus, and
disappeared.
"Surely you told me they were
sisters," said Hardy, as the two walked
away towards College.
" No, did I ] I don't remember."
" But they are your cousins ? "
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" Yes ; at least Katie is. Don't you
like her 1 "
"Of course; one can't help liking
her. But she says you have not met
for two years or more."
"No more we have."
" Then I suppose you have seen more
of her companion lately ? "
"Well, if you must know, I never
saw her before yesterday."
' "You don't mean to say that you
took me in there to-night when you had
never seen one of the young ladies
before, and the other not for two years !
"Well, upon my word, Brown — "
"Now don't blow me up, old fellow,
to-night — please don't. There, I give
in. Don't hit a fellow when he's down.
I'm so low." Tom spoke in such a
deprecating tone, that Hardy's wrath
passed away.
"Why, what's the matter? " he said.
" You seemed to be full of talk. I was
envying your fluency, I know, often."
" Talk ; yes, so I was. But didn't you
see Dick in the walk 1 You have never
heard anything more ? "
" No ; but no news is good news."
" Heigho ! I'm awfully down. I want
to talk to you. Let me come up."
"Come along then." And so they
disappeared into Hardy's lodgings.
The two young ladies, meanwhile,
soothed old Mr. Winter, who had eaten
and drunk more than was good for him,
and was naturally put out thereby.
They soon managed to persuade him to
retire, and then followed themselves —
first to Mary's room, where that young
lady burst out at once, " What a charm-
ing place it is ! Oh ! didn't you enjoy
your evening, Katie 1 "
" Yes ; but I felt a little awkward
without any chaperone. You seemed
to get on very well with my cousin.
You scarcely spoke to us in the Long
Walk till just before we came away.
What were you talking about 1 "
Mary burst into a gay laugh. " All
sorts of nonsense," she said. " I don't
think I ever talked so much nonsense in
my life. I hope he isn't shocked. I
don't think he is. But I said any-
thing that came into my head. I
couldn't help it. You don't think it
wrong ? "
"Wrong, dear? No, I'm sure you
could say nothing wrong."
" I'm not so sure of that. But, Katie
dear, I know there is something on his
mind."
" Why do you think so ? "
" Oh ! because he stopped short twice,
and became quite absent, and seemed
not to hear anything I said."
" How odd ! I never knew him do
so. Did you see any reason for it ? "
" No ; unless it was two men we
passed in the crowd. One was a vulgar
looking wretch, who was smoking — a
fat black thing, with such a thick nose,
covered with jewellery — "
" Not his nose, dear 1"
" No, but his dress ; and the other
was a homely, dried up little man, like one
of your Englebourn troubles. I'm sure
there is some mystery about them, and
I shall find it out. But how did you
like his friend, Katie 1 "
" Very much indeed. I was rather
uncomfortable at walking so long with a
stranger. But he was very pleasant, and
is so fond of Tom. I am sure he is a very
good friend for him."
" He looks a good man ; but how
ugly ! "
" Do you think so ? We shall have
a hard day to-morrow. Good night,
dear."
"Good night, Katie. But I don't
feel a bit sleepy." And so the cousins
kissed one another, and Miss Winter
went to her own room.
CHAPTEE XXVII.
LECTUKING A LIONESS.
THE evening of Show Sunday may serve
as a fair sample of what this eventful
Commemoration was to our hero. The
constant intercourse with ladies — with
such ladies as Miss Winter and Mary —
young, good-looking, well-spoken, and
creditable in all ways, was very delight-
ful, and the more fascinating, from the
sudden change which their presence
wrought in the ordinary mode of life
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of the place. They would have been
charming in any room, but were quite
irresistible in his den, which no female
presence, except that of his blowsy old
bed-maker, had lightened since he had
been in possession. All the associations of
the freshman's rooms were raised at once.
When he came in at night now, he
could look sentimentally at his arm-chair
(christened "The Captain," after Captain
Hardy), on which Katie had sat to make
breakfast ; or at the brass peg on the door,
on which Mary had hung her bonnet and
shawl, after displacing his gown. His very
teacups and saucers, which were already
a miscellaneous set of several different
patterns, had made a move almost into
his affections ; at least, the two — one
brown, one blue — which the young
ladies had used. A human interest
belonged to them now, and they were
no longer mere crockery. He thought
of buying two very pretty China ones,
the most expensive he could find in
Oxford, and getting them to use these
for the first time, but rejected the idea.
The fine new ones, he felt, would never
be the same to him. They had come
in and used his own rubbish ; that was
the great charm. If he had been going
to give them cups, no material would
have been beautiful enough ; but for his
own use after them, the commoner the
better. The material was nothing, the
association everything. It is marvel-
lous the amount of healthy sentiment of
which a naturally soft-hearted under-
graduate is capable by the end of the
summer term. But sentiment is not all
one-sided. The delights which spring
from sudden intimacy with the fairest
and best part of the creation, are as far
above those of the ordinary unmitigated,
undergraduate life, as the British citizen
of 1860 is above the rudimentary per-
sonage in prehistoric times from whom
he has been gradually improved, up to
his present state of enlightenment and
perfection. But each state has also its
own troubles as well as its pleasures ;
and, though the former are a price which
no decent fellow would boggle at for a
moment, it is useless to pretend that
paying them is pleasant.
Now, at Commemoration, as else-
where, where men do congregate, if your
lady- visitors are not pretty or agreeable
enough to make your friends and ac-
quaintance eager to know them, and to ,
cater for their enjoyment, and try in all
ways to win their favour and cut you
out, you have the satisfaction at any
rate of keeping them to yourself, though
you lose the pleasures which arise from
being sought after, and made much of
for their sakes, and feeling raised above
the ruck of your neighbours. On the
other hand, if they are all this, you
might as well try to keep the sunshine
and air to yourself. Universal human
nature rises up against you ; and, besides,
they will not stand it themselves. And,
indeed, why should they 1 Women, to
be very attractive to all sorts of different
people, must have great readiness of
sympathy. Many have it naturally, and
many work hard in acquiring a good imi-
tation of it. In the first case it is against
the nature of such persons to be mono-
polized for more than a very short time ;
in the second, all their trouble would be
thrown away if they allowed themselves-
to be monopolized. Once in their lives,
indeed, they will be, and ought to be,
and that monopoly lasts, or should last,
for ever ; but instead of destroying in
them that which was their great charm,
it only deepens and widens it, and the-
sympathy which was before fitful, and,
perhaps, wayward, flows on in a calm
and healthy stream, blessing and cheer-
ing all who come within reach of its
exhilarating and life-giving waters.
But man of all ages is a selfish animal,
and unreasonable in his selfishness. It
takes every one of us in turn many a
shrewd fall in our wrestlings with the
world to convince us that we are not to
have everything our own way. We are
conscious in our inmost souls that man
is the rightful lord of creation ; and,
starting from this eternal principle, and
ignoring, each man-child of us in turn,
the qualifying truth that it is to man in
genera], including woman, and not to
Thomas Brown in particular, that the
earth has been given, we set about
asserting our kingships each in his own
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way, and proclaiming ourselves kings
from our own little ant-hills of thrones.
And then come the stragglings and the
downfallings, and some of us learn our
lesson and some learn it not. But what
lesson ? That we have been dreaming
in, the golden hours when the vision of
a kingdom rose before us 1 That there
is in short no kingdom at all, or that, if
there be, we are no heirs of it 1
•No — I take it that, while we make
nothing better than that out of our lesson,
we shall have to go on spelling at it and
stumbling over it, through all the days
of our life, till we make our last stumble,
and take our final header out of this
riddle of a world, which we once dreamed
we were to rule over, exclaiming "vanitas
vanitatum" to the end. But man's
spirit will never be satisfied without a
kingdom, and was never intended to be
satisfied so ; and a wiser than Solomon
tells us day by day that our kingdom is
about us here, and that we may rise up
and pass in when we will at the shining
gates which He holds open, for that it
is His, and we are joint heirs of it with
Him.
On the whole, however, making allow-
ances for all drawbacks, those Comme-
moration days were the pleasantest days
Tom had ever known at Oxford. He
was with his uncle and cousins early
and late, devising all sorts of pleasant
entertainments and excursions for them,
introducing all the pleasantest men of
his acquaintance, and taxing all the re-
sources of the College, which at such
times were available for undergraduates
as well as their betters, to minister to
their comfort and enjoyment. And he
was well repaid. There was something
perfectly new to the ladies, and very
piquant in the life and habits of the
place. They found it very diverting to
l>e receiving in Tom's rooms, presiding
over his breakfasts and luncheons, alter-
ing the position of his furniture, and
making the place look as pretty as cir-
cumstances would allow. Then there
was pleasant occupation for every spare
hour, and the fetes and amusements
were all unlike everything but them-
selves. Of course the ladies at once
became enthusiastic St. Ambrosians, and
managed in spite of all distractions to
find time for making up rosettes and
bows of blue and white, in which to
appear at the procession of the boats,
which was the great event of the Monday.
Fortunately Mr. Winter had been a good
oar in his day, and had pulled in one
of the first four-oars in which the Uni-
versity races had commenced some thirty-
five years before ; and Tom, who had set
his mind on managing his uncle, worked
him up almost into enthusiasm and for-
getfulness of his maladies, so that he
raised no objection to a five o'clock
dinner, and an adjournment to the river
almost immediately afterwards. Jervis,
who was all-powerful on the river, at
Tom's instigation got an arm-chair for
him in the best part of the University
barge, while the ladies, after walking
along the bank with Tom and others of
the crew, and being instructed in the
colours of the different boats, and the
meaning of the ceremony, took their
places in the front row on the top of the
barge, beneath the awning and the flags,
and looked down with hundreds of other
fair strangers on the seene, which cer-
tainly merited all that Tom had said of.
it on faith.
The barges above and below the Uni-
versity barge, which occupied the post
of honour, were also covered with ladies,
and Christchurch meadow swarmed with
gay dresses and caps and gowns.. On the
opposite side the bank was lined with a
crowd in holiday clothes, and the punts
plied across without intermission loaded
with people, till the groups stretched
away down the towing path in an almost
continuous line to the starting place.
Then one after another the racing-boats,
all painted and polished up for the occa-
sion, with the College flags drooping; at
their sterns, put out and passed down
to their stations, and the bands played,
and the sun shone his best. And then
after a short pause of expectation the
distant bank became all alive, and the
groups all turned one way, and came up
the towing path again, and the foremost
boat with the blue and white .flag shot
through the Gut and came up the reach,
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followed by another, and another, and
another, till they were tired of counting, '
and the leading boat was already close to
them before the last had come within
sight. And the bands played up all to-
gether, and the crowd on both sides
cheered as the St. Ambrose boat spurted
from the Cherwell, and took the place
of honour at the winning-post, opposite
the University barge, and close under
where they were sitting.
"Oh, look, Katie dear; here they
are. There's Tom, and Mr. Hardy, and
Mr. Jervis;" and Mary waved her hand-
kerchief and clapped her hands, and
was in an ecstasy of enthusiasm, in
which her cousin was no whit behind
her. The gallant crew of St. Ambrose
were by no means unconscious of, and
fully appreciated, the compliment.
Then the boats passed up one by one ;
and, as each came opposite to the St.
Ambrose boat, the crews tossed their
oars and cheered, and the St. Ambrose
crew tossed their oars and cheered in
return ; and the whole ceremony went
off in triumph, notwithstanding the
casualty which occurred to one of the
torpids. The torpids being filled with
the refuse of the rowing-men — generally
awkward or very young oarsmen — find
some difficulty in the act of tossing ; no
very safe operation for an unsteady
crew. Accordingly, the torpid in ques-
tion, having sustained her crew gallantly
till the saluting point, and allowed them
to get their oars fairly into the air,
proceeded gravely to turn over on her
side, and shoot them out into the
stream.
A thrill ran along the top of the
barges, and a little scream or two might
have been heard even through the notes
of Annie Laurie, which were filling the
air at the moment ; but the band played
on, and the crew swam ashore, and two
of the punt-men laid hold of the boat
and collected the oars, and nobody
seemed to think anything of it.
Katie drew a long breath.
"Are they all out, dear?" she said;
" can you see 1 I can only count eight."
" Oh, I was too frightened to look.
Let me see ; yes, there are nine ; there's
one by himself, the little man pulling'
the weeds off his trousers."
And so they regained their equanimity,
and soon after left the barge, and were
escorted to the Hall of St. Ambrose by
the crew, who gave an entertainment
there to celebrate the occasion ; which
Mr. Winter was induced to attend and
pleased to approve, and which lasted
till" it was time to dress for the ball, for
which a proper chaperone had been pro-
videntially found. And so they passed
the days and nights of Commemoration.
But it is not within the scope of this
work to chronicle all their doings— how,
notwithstanding- balls at night, they
were up to chapel in the morning, and
attended flower- shows at Worcester and
musical promenades in New College',
and managed to get down the river for
a pic-nic at Nuneham, besides seeing
everything that was worth seeing in all
the colleges. How it was done, no man
can tell; but done it was, and they
seemed only the better for it all. They
were waiting at the gates of the theatre
amongst the first, tickets in hand, and
witnessed the whole scene, wondering
no little at the strange mixture of So-
lemnity and licence, the rush and crowd-
ing of the undergraduates into their
gallery, and their free and easy way of
taking the whole proceedings under their
patronage, watching every movement in
the amphitheatre and on the floor, and
shouting approval or disapproval of the
heads of their republic of learning, or of
the most illustrious visitors, or cheering
with equal vigour the ladies, Her Ma-
jesty's ministers, or the prize poems.
It is a strange scene certainly, and has
probably puzzled many persons besides
young ladies. One can well fancy the
astonishment of the learned foreigner,
for instance, when he sees the head of
the University, which he has reverenced
at a distance from his youth up, rise in
his robes in solemn convocation to exer-
cise one of the highest of university func-
tions, and hears his sonorous Latin
periods interrupted by " three cheers for
the ladies in pink bonnets ; " or, when
some man is introduced for an honorary
degree, whose name may be known
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Tom Sroion at Oxford.
throughout the civilized world, and the
Vice-Chancellor, turning to his com-
peers, inquires, " Placetne vobis, domini
doctores, placetne vobis, magistri," and
he hears the voices of doctors and mas-
ters drowned in contradictory shouts
from the young Demos in the gallery,
"Whoishe?" "Non placet!" "Placet!"
" Why does he carry an umbrella?" It
is thoroughly English, and that is just
all that need, or indeed can, be said for
it all ; but not one in a hundred of us
would alter it if we could, beyond sup-
pressing some of the personalities which
of late years have gone somewhat too far.
After the theatre there was a sump-
tuous lunch in All Souls', and then a
fete in St. John's Gardens. Now, at
the aforesaid luncheon, Tom's feelings
had been severely tried; in fact, the
little troubles which, as has been before
hinted, are incident to persons, espe-
cially young men in his fortunate predi-
cament, came to a head. He was sepa-
rated from his cousins a little way.
Being a guest, and not an important
one in the eyes of the All Souls' fellows,
he had to find his level ; which was very
much below that allotted to his uncle
and cousins. In short, he felt that they
were taking him about, instead of he
them — which change of position was in
itself trying; and Mary's conduct
fanned his slumbering discontent into
a flame. There she was, sitting between
a fellow of All Souls', who was a col-
lector of pictures and an authority in
fine art matters, and the Indian officer
who had been so recently promoted to
the degree of D.C.L. in the theatre.
There she sat, so absorbed in their con-
versation that she did not even hear a
remark which he was pleased to address
to her.
Whereupon he began to brood on his
wrongs, and to take umbrage at the
catholicity of her enjoyment and enthu-
siasm. So long as he had been the
medium through which she was brought
in contact with others, he had been well
enough content that they should amuse
and interest her ; but it was a very dif-
ferent thing now.
So he watched her jealously, and
raked up former conversations, and
came to the conclusion that it was his
duty to remonstrate with her. He had
remarked, too, that she never could talk
with him now without breaking away
after a short time into badinage. Her
badinage certainly was very charming
and pleasant, and kept him on the
stretch ; but why should she not let
bim be serious and sentimental when
he pleased ] She did not break out in
this manner with other people. So he
really felt it to be his duty to speak to
her on the subject — not in the least for
his ovm sake, but for hers.
Accordingly, when the party broke
up, and they started for the fete at
St. John's, he resolved to carry out his
intentions. At first he could not get an
opportunity while they were walking
about on the beautiful lawn of\ the great
garden, seeing and being seen, and list-
ening to music, and looking at choice
flowers. But soon a chance offered. She
stayed behind the rest without noticing
it, to examine some specially beautiful
plant, and he was by her side in a
moment, and proposed to show her the
smaller garden, which lies beyond, to
which she innocently consented ; and
they were soon out of the crowd, and
in comparative solitude.
She remarked that he was somewhat
silent and grave, but thought nothing of
it, and chatted on as usual, remarking
upon the pleasant company she had
been in at luncheon.
This opened the way for Tom's lec-
ture.
" How easily you seem to get in-
terested with new people ! " he began.
"Do I?" she said. "Well, don't
you think it very natural 1 "
" Wouldn't it be a blessing if people
would always say just what they think
and mean, though ? "
" Yes, and a great many do," she re-
plied, looking at him in some wonder,
and not quite pleased with the turn
things were taking.
"Any ladies, do you think? You
know we haven't many opportunities of
observing."
" Yes, I think quite as many ladies
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369
as men. More, indeed, as far as my
small experience goes."
" You really maintain deliberately
that you have met people — men and
women — who can talk to you or any
one else for a quarter of an hour quite
honestly, and say nothing at all which
they don't mean — nothing for the sake
of flattery, or effect, for instance ? "
" Oh dear me, yes, often."
"Who, for example?"
" Our cousin Katie. Why are you so
suspicious and misanthropical ? There
is your friend Mr. Hardy, again ; what
do you say to him ? "
" Well, I think you may have hit
on an exception. But I maintain the
rule."
"You look as if I ought to object.
But I shan't. It is no business of
mine if you choose to believe any such
disagreeable thing about your felloAV-
creatures."
" I don't believe anything worse about
them than I do about myself. I know
that I can't do it."
" Well, I am very sorry for you."
" But I don't think I am any worse
than my neighbours."
" I don't suppose you do. Who are
your neighbours ? " .
" Shall I include you in the num-
ber?"
" Oh, by all means, if you like."
" But I may not mean that you are
like the rest. The man who fell among
thieves, you know, had one good neigh-
bour."
" Now, cousin Tom," she said, look-
ing up with sparkling eyes, " I can't
return the compliment. You meant to
make me feel that I was like the rest —
at least like what you say they are. You
know you did. And now you are just
tiirning round, and trying to slip out of
it by saying what you don't mean."
" Well, cousin Mary, perhaps I was.
At any rate, I was a great fool for my
pains. I might have known by this
time that you would catch me out fast
enough."
" Perhaps you might. I didn't chal-
lenge you to set up your Palace of
Truth. But, if we are to live in it,
you are not to say all the disagreeable
things and hear none of them."
" I hope not, if they must be dis-
agreeable. But why should they be?
I can't see why you and I, for instance,
should not say exactly what we are
thinking to one another without being .
disagreeable."
" Well, I don't think you made a
happy beginning just now."
" But I am sure we should all like
one another the better for speaking the
truth."
" Yes ; but I don't admit that I
haven't been speaking the truth."
"You won't understand me. Have
I said that you don't speak the truth?"
" Yes, you said just now that I don't
say what I think and mean. Well,
perhaps you didn't exactly say that, but
that is what you meant."
" You are very angry, cousin Mary.
Let us wait till " —
"No, no. It was you who began,
and I will not let you off now."
" Very well, then. I did mean some-
thing of the sort. It is better to tell
you than to keep it to myself."
" Yes, and now tell me your reasons,"
said Mary, looking down and biting her
lip. Tom was ready to bite his tongue
off, but there was nothing now but to
go through with it.
" You make everybody that comes
near you think that you are deeply in-
terested in them and their doings. Poor
Grey believes that you are as mad as he
is about rituals and rubrics. And the
boating men declare that you would
sooner see a race than go to the best ball
in the world. And you listened to the
Dean's stale old stories about the
schools, and went into raptures in the
Bodleian about pictures and art with
that fellow of Allsouls'. Even our old
butler and the cook" —
Here Mary, despite her vexation, after
a severe struggle to control it, burst into
a laugh, which made Tom pause.
" Now you can't say that I am not
really fond of jellies," she said.
" And you can't say that I have said
anything so very disagreeable."
" Oh, but you have, though."
Tom Brown at Oxford.
" At any rate I have made you laugh."
" But you didn't mean to do it. Now,
go on."-
" I have nothing more to say. You
see my meaning, or you never will."
" If you have nothing more to say you
should not have said so much," said
Mary. " You wouldn't have me rude to
all the people I meet, and I can't help it
if the cook thinks I am a glutton."
. VBut you could help letting Grey
think that you should like to go and see
his night schools."
" But I should like to see them of all
things."
" And I suppose you would like to
go through the manuscripts in the
Bodleian with the Dean. I heard you
talking to him as if it was the dearest
wish of your heart, and making a half
engagement to go with him this after-
noon, when you know that you are tired
to death of him and so full of other
engagements that you don't know where
to turn."
Mary began to bite her lips again.
She felt half inclined to cry, and half
inclined to get up and box his ears.
However she did neither, but looked up
after a moment or two, and said —
" Well, have you any more unkind
things to say?"
"Unkind, Mary?"
-•" Yes, they are unkind. How can I
enjoy anything now when I shall know
you are watching me, and thinking all
sorts of harm of everything I say and
do. However it doesn't much matter,
for we go to-morrow morning."
• " But you will give me credit at least
for meaning you well?"
" I think you are very jealous and
suspicious."
" You don't know how you pain me
when you say that."
" But. I must say what I think."
Mary set her little mouth, and looked
down, and began tapping her boot with
her parasol. There was an awkward
silence while Tom considered within
himself whether she was not right, and
whether after all his own jealousy had
not been tHe cause of the lecture he
had been delivering much more than
any unselfish wish for Mary's improve-
ment.
"It is your turn now," he said
presently, leaning forward with his
elbows on his knees, and looking hard
at the gravel. " I may have been
foolishly jealous, and I thank you for
telling me so. But you can tell me a
great deal more if you will, quite as
good for me to hear."
"No, I have nothing to say. I dare-
say you are open and true, and have
nothing to hide or disguise, not even
about either of the men we met in the
Long Walk on Sunday."
He winced at this random shaft as if
he had been stung, and she saw that it
had gone home, and repented the next
moment. The silence became more and
more embarrassing. By good luck, how-
ever, their party suddenly appeared
strolling towards them from the large
garden.
"There's Uncle Eobert and Katie,
and all of them. Let us join them."
She rose up and he with her, and as
they walked towards the rest he said
quickly in a low voice, " Will you for-
give me if I have pained you ? I was
very selfish, and am very sorry."
" Oh yes, we were both very foolish.
But we won't do it again."
" Here you are at last. We have been
looking for you- everywhere," said Miss
Winter, as they came up.
"I'm sure I don't know how we
missed you. We came straight from
the music tent to this seat, and have
not moved. We knew you must come
by sooner or later."
" But it is quite out of the way. It
was quite by chance that we came round
here."
"Isn't Uncle Eobert tired, Katie?"
said Tom; "he doesn't look well this
afternoon."
Katie instantly turned to her father,
and Mr. Winter declared himself to be
much fatigued. So they wished their
hospitable entertainers good-bye, and
Tom hurried off and got a wheel chair
for his uncle, and walked by his side to
their lodgings. The young ladies walked
near the chair also, accompanied by one
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or two of their acquaintance; in fact,
they could not move without an escort.
But Tom never once turned his head
for a glance at what was going on, and
talked steadily on to his uncle, that he
might not catch a stray word of what
the rest were saying. Despite of all
which self-denial, however, he was quite
aware somehow when he made his bow
at the door that Mary had been very
silent all the way home.
Mr. Winter retired to his room to lie
down, and his daughter and niece re-
mained in the sitting room. Mary sat
down and untied her bonnet, but did
not burst into her usual flood of com-
ments on the events of the day. Miss
Winter looked at her and said —
"You look tired, dear, and over-ex-
cited."
" Oh yes, so I am. I've had such a
quarrel with Tom."
"A quarrel — you're not serious 1 "
" Indeed I am, though. I quite hated
him for five minutes at least."
" But what did he do ? "
" Why he taunted me with being too
civil to everybody, and it made me so
angry. He said I pretended to take an
interest in ever so many things, just to
please people, when I didn't really care
about them. And it isn't true now,
Katie ; is it ? "
"No, dear. He never could have
said that. You must have, misunder-
stood him."
"There, I knew you would say so.
And if it were true, I'm sure it isn't
wrong. When people talk to you, it is
so easy to seem pleased and interested
in what they are saying — and then they
like you, and it is so pleasant to be
liked. £Tow, Katie, do you ever snap
people's noses off, or tell them you think
them very foolish,, and that you don't
care, and that what they are saying is all
of no consequence 1 "
" I, dear 1 I couldn't do it to save my
life!"
" Oh, I was sure you couldn't. And
he may say what he will, but I'm quite
sure he would not have been pleased if
we had not made ourselves pleasant to
his friends."
"That's quite true. He has told me
himself half a dozen times how delighted
he was to see you so popular."
"And you too, Katie 1 "
"Oh yes. He is very well pleased
with me. But it is you who have turned
all the heads in the college, Mary. You
are Queen of St. Ambrose beyond a
doubt just now."
"No, no, Katie; not more than you
at any rate."
" I say yes, yes, Mary. You will al-
ways be ten times as popular as I ; some
people have the gift of it ; I wish I
had. But why do you look so grave
again ? "
" Why, Katie, don't you see you are
just saying over again, only in a dif-
ferent way, what your provoking cousin
— I shall call him Mr. Brown, I think,
in future — was telling me for my good
in St. John's Gardens. You saw how
long we were away from you : well, he
was lecturing me all the time, only
think ; and now you are going to tell it
me all over again. But go on, dear ; I
shan't mind anything from you."
She put her arm round her cousin's
waist, and looked up playfully into her
face. Miss Winter saw at once that no
great harm, perhaps some good, had been
done in the passage of arms between her
relatives.
"You made it all up," she said, smil-
ing, " before we found you."
" Only just, though. He begged my
pardon just at last, almost in a whisper,
when you were quite close to us."
"And you granted it?"
"Yes, of course ; but I don't know
that I shall not recall it."
" I was sure you would be falling out
before long, you got on so fast. But he
isn't quite so easy to turn round your
finger as you thought, Mary."
" Oh, I don't know that," said Mary,
laughingly ; " you saw how humble he
looked at last, and what good order he
was in."
"Well, dear, it's time to think whether
we shall go out again."
" Let me see ; there's the last ball.
What do you say 1 "
"Why, I'm afraid poor papa is too
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Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
tired to take us, and I don't know with
whom we could go. We ought to begin
packing, too, I think.
"Very well Let us have tea quietly
at home."
" I will write a note to Tom to tell him.
He has done his best for us, poor fellow,
and we ought to consider him a little."
" Oh yes, and ask him and his friend
Mr. Hardy to tea, as it is the last night."
" If you wish it I should be very glad ;
they will amuse papa."
" Certainly, and then he will see that
I bear him no malice. And now I will
go and just do my hair."
" Very well ; and we will pack after
they leave. How strange home will
seem after all this gaiety."
" Yes ; we seem to have been here a
month."
" I do hope we shall find all quiet at
Englebourn. I am always afraid of some
trouble there."
To be continued.
' '<^r.
KYLOE-JOCK AND THE WEIED OF WANTON-WALLS.
A LEGEND : IN SIX CHAPTERS.
BY GEORGE CUPPLES, AUTHOR OF "THE GREEN HAND," " HINCHBRIDGE HAUNTED," &C.
CHAPTER I.
OF THOSE WHOM IT CONCERNED, AND OF
THE FIRST LEADINGS THERETO.
WITH the ending of the harvest-work
came also, for the boy, Hugh Rowland,
an end to his attempts to forget his over-
arduous destiny of learning, and be care-
lessly happy in his measured holiday.
The harvest had now brought everything
close in to home that had outlasted sum-
mer, to give his solitary boyish wander-
ings any pleasure. Bare now was every
rural hollow and slope ; every leafy covert
or marshy secret of strange creatures,
and hidden fruits, and unknown flowers,
was now barer than the pastoral uplands
seemed by contrast with them.
To early boyhood, indeed, those pas-
toral uplands had hitherto been like a
dreamy sign of all things that oppressed
or wearied. With faint paths that
wound into the distant glimpse of roads,
crossed by many a sombre fir-belt or
moory ridge, the horizon of Kirkhill was
secluded from others of that Scottish bor-
der region ; except one notch-like cleft
far eastward between the hills. Thither
the boy could look freely each morning
when he rose, now that his nursery time
was past ; and from his own new bed-
room window he might see the distant
shining of some ancient castle, which
was invisible save by the early sun ;
nay, if the air were clear, there was
privately revealed to him an azure peak
or two of mountains toward the south,
that must be, as he guessed in secret,
the very same which were told of in
story — bounding a renowned and richer
land, with all its endless wonders, from
their own narrow region, so poor and
wistful, so eager yet so barren. He had
escaped, above all, from the thrall of
Nurse Kirsty. That gaunt and stalwart
virgin was still, indeed, invested with a
might behind him, partaking of the
Sybilline or Gorgonic ; for she had
swayed over him from of old that name-
less tyranny within which were still
firmly grasped the two younger subjects
of her charge, — the little sister and tiny
brother, sprightly Hannah and gravely-
prattling Joey. Too long had Kirsty
been settled in the household of Kirk-
hill Manse to be easily set aside or dis-
credited : her domestic part was very
necessary to the maternal tenderness in
Mrs. Rowland ; nay, in the Reverend
Mr. Rowland's eyes, the tradition of
Nurse Kirsty's inward piety still pre-
vailed, outweighing far the wild words,
if not the swell of bitter thoughts, with
which Hugh had left her dominion.
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373
For her power had been signally
shown on that memorable occasion
when the mother had entered amidst
the rebellious scene caused -by Hugh's
scorn at those nursery lessons, which
sufficed for little Hannah, and were quite
august as yet for little Joey. Mrs. Row-
land had said, with a vexed accent, that
it was indeed time the boy should go to
school Then had Hugh affected to
gloom and frown ; though really rejoic-
ing ; for the mere name of any school,
to which he could go, was well known
to be a distant and glorious one, con-
sidering the rustic solitude of Kirkhill.
But his inward triumph was very brief.
At the open sound of their altercation,
there had unclosed awfully, below stairs,
the quiet door of the study-room. ; and,
step by step deliberately ascending, Mr.
Eowland had appeared. Before his grave
front and lofty presence, the scene had
fallen into the wonted order of such
things when he directly beheld them.
He had not seen the large head-dress of
Kirsty nutter with anger, like the crest
of a Medea, while she muttered syllables
that were prophetic of evil to the boyish
destinies ; but saw only her attitude
of uprising deference, with obsequious
hands that smoothed her apron down,
ere they were uplifted patiently, to tes-
tify against juvenile accusations, and
show wonder at the mother's partial
excuses. A boy's huge indignation had
writhed through the form of Hugh
Eowland, agitating his speech, burning
in his face, convulsing him to the point
of abusive epithets, gestures, and tears ;
wherewith he would have poured out
the whole accumulated consciousness of
Nurse Kirsty's crimes, and have exposed
her and pointed her out for ever to dis-
grace ; but that the method of this vast
disclosure had failed him at the pinch.
Then had his father pronounced his
stern reproof, and straightway removed
him along with his own solemn depar- "
ture ; thenceforward to be wholly under
his own immediate charge, view, and
superintendence, in those assiduous
studies which were to prepare the boy
for some other sphere. Whereat, clearly
perceiving in his mind for the first time
a dire secret, he resolved to bury it,
nevertheless, in his own youthful breast.
For it had been on the sudden made
manifest to him that injustice was seated
in every one around him, even that the
very fondest persons were insecure, and
the wisest were tyrannical ; the whole
household and the time being out of joint
to his disadvantage.
His father, who before had partly
taught him what he required to learn
for the expected school, now altogether
became his tutor. It was in truth an
arduous elevation to which the boy had
been emancipated — to have the direct
benefit turned upon himself alone, all
the week long in the silent ministerial
library, of that robust and solid intel-
lect which there prepared its own graver
lessons for the whole Sabbath assem-
blage at Kirkhill. His father devoted
a resolute purpose to this minor duty,
and sought due intervals for its per-
formance, with a regularity which no
slight occasion broke. Sometimes it was
only by taking Hugh out along with
him, on his walks of pastoral visitation,
that their growing studies in Latin were
carried on without stoppage. As this
expedient was oftener resorted to, side
by side, book in hand, traversing the
thinly -peopled district farther each time,
it entailed a prospect of erudition whose
future vastness the boy did not at all
relish. But there was a certain comfort
in the change from in-door tasks. Then
for the first time did he feel the delight
of passing beyond the small home-
bounds. New out-door sights arose
before him. Now it was the merrily-
racing Ether-burn, that wound its stony
current from the great farmstead, past the
village of huge cornstacks and the vast
hayricks, before the humble wheel-
wright's shed and the winking, clang-
ing smithy, under the simple kail-yards
of the hinds' cottages — a feudal hamlet,
where the gathered fruits of the soil and
the stalls of beasts overshadowed the
human signs. Now, it was the desolate
traces of former peasant dwellings and
yeoman farms, upon the lonely width of
field which they had once peopled closer,
and fenced with cheerier divisions. Out
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of doors his father's leisure was ampler,
so alsd more patient ; and, as they
walked, it was not forbidden to see these
things- Nay, at moments, it seemed
wellnigh forgotten that he was a boy.
•Even the verge of a dread confidence
seemed then at hand, into which his
fether would have taken him forth-
with— but looked on him and remem-
bered, -so that they both shrank into
themselves again, with Latin words and
English meanings safe between; of which
Hugh was then truly glad. He could
not tell whether it was possible to sus-
tain such communion for a moment, so
immense and incomprehensible appeared
the opening favour.
Often, in these walks with his father,
did Hugh silently wonder whether at
last he should actually see that strange
place, Wanton- Walls, known to be within
the bounds of Kirkhill parish, but fami-
liar to him yet only as a name of mys-
terious fascination. Sometimes in their
longer expeditions they must have been
in sight of it, on the upper farm-land of
the hills ; yet he never dared to ask which
it was of the distant places in view. A
farm near a ruined tower he knew it to
be. But there were several such in
that far-stretched parish of the old wild
Border-Country. At length, indeed, their
course was actually to one upland farm-
stead,- where a roofless stronghold of
forgotten moss-troopers hung shattered
over a brook. Not far away was the
usual row of thatch that covered the
hinds ,and bondagers of the place. These
Mr. Rowland visited, as he had designed ;
and, when the visit was over, Hugh turned
to move homeward again. But his father
took the path leading by the farmer's
house, where he paid his visit also, a
little way further from the tower ; and
left Hugh wondering silently outside.
For Hugh himself had rather preferred
to view the tower, and think if it could
be indeed that very Wanton- Walls, so '
deeply curious in its interest to him.
Then, while he yet looked, his father
returned to him, smiling, from the far-
mer's hospitable conveyance, and the
boy's surprise involuntarily broke out
aloud, " Was it not Wanton- Walls ? "
Indeed, it could not be — since, in the
farmer's beaming visage and bald head,
he had beheld those of a well-known
elder, weekly seen at church in his right
place.
A strange aspect did Mr. Rowland
bend on his boy for an instant, at that
betrayal of circuitous inquisitiveness.
"Was there, then," he asked, in turn,
— while he bent a severe regard upon
his companion — "any special cause to
be curious about Wanton- Walls, or any
particular mark to know it by ] For
one, too, who had not heard the subject
mentioned with his parents' knowledge,
still less with their approval ?"
Here might it have been possible for
Hugh to have avenged himself on Nurse
Kirsty, despite her pious air. She alone
had known, and told him, that the minis-
ter never visited at the rich farm-house of
Wanton- Walls, though he did not neglect
its humble hinds ; and that Mr. Murray,
the farmer there, was no venerable cha-
racter, no hospitable parishioner : though
as to the ground of quarrel, if she
indeed knew its true occasion, she had
confined her story to mystic looks and
wise shakings of the head. Nevertheless
it would have been too much for the
boy thus to drag down the pillars for
their joint ruin, his own and Kirsty's.
He hid the truth, while his eye sank
and his cheek burned ; his reply steadily
deceiving the superior glance, that tried
him less in suspicion, perhaps, than in
dissatisfaction at the want of filial trust.
Mr. Rowland turned away reassured in
his own singlemindedness, and if there
was any sternly- wistful light in his firm
eye, as he gazed far forward over the
solitary hills, it was not then known.
Again, one day of latest autumn, they
took their path in quite another direc-
tion over the hills, still holding peripa-
tetic school, on the way to fulfil some
ordinary charge of the clerical office,
ecclesiastical or pastoral. A spectacle to
ploughing rustics, they passed up toge-
ther to the curious niche that glimmered
in the sombre wall of high-hung fir-
wood, so long a mystery in the distance,
out of which dropped from time to time
all sorts of transient and separate figures
Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
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upon the lonely cart-road leading from it.
They found it now no cavern of robbers,
indeed, nor back-postern of a dark for-
tress, nor mine below a strange city of
spired and pinnacled and fretted gloom ;
but only the entrance that let them in
through the plantation, itself mysterious,
towards a clearer road, like the highway
. of the world. They were passing amidst
the ever-clothed barrier of serried pines,
shaggy and sharply-tipped and bronze-
- coloured, along whose skirt the fires of
gipsies had twinkled, down from which
the fox. had come, and where the black
kyloes, wandering through, had at times
clustered their huge white horns, before
they fled back again at some mightier
terror than they themselves aroused.
There the chill air now struck less
shrewdly than elsewhere-^-sifted into
stillness behind, through the bearded
caves that now seemed magically ever-
green, hung with fruits of all seasons,
from purple buds to a ripeness like the
carved peg-top or the foreign shell of
the sea-urchin. Within was a pillared
shade, stretching endless to either hand,
where birds were still happy above, and
where, below, over the countless fallen
.cones, among unfathomable softness of
the down-dropt spines, amphibious
creatures vanished to remote silence
through the stalks and sprays of the
wan grasses, that shot high toward pen-
dent tendrils of whitest moss, while
uncouth funguses bloomed round like
flowers. Much better to behold all this
than to listen to Nurse Kirsty's vain
attempts to wile or frighten by fables
not half so wonderful — even although
his father did not stop their task
for it, except to open a cattle-gate, or
let him mount the rude stile upon their
way. Mr. Rowland had still in his
hand the same familiar list of voca-
bles, nouns substantive and adjective,
relating to the commonest objects around,
or often met with, which Hugh had been
learning, for months before. The early
colloquies of Corderius, sustained by
boys of tranquil Latin mind and Latin
habits, had for a time betrayed him into
abstruser knowledge ; and that day was
but one of steady revisal, securing the
previous ground, repairing the decayed
steps^as was that clear-minded teacher's
wont, before he rose to the stage of
some new enterprise. Hence the very
keenness of the upper atmosphere had
exhilaration in its breath for both ; as,
.without a disturbing censure, they
reached the shepherd's cottage, where
other matters came in view ; coming
round also, on their -homeward circuit,
by the hedger and ditcher's, whose
child Avas ill. - Above them, as they
turned from thence, bulged far and
wide the upper hilly region ; fenceless,
grey, and mottled with dark furze, that
swelled over in unknown wastes— whe-
ther to a wilderness beyond endurance,
or to yet unconceived prospects of the
great, peopled world, whose chiefest road
had seemed of late to tend that way.
Yea, this same' road was now palpably
discovered to wind round the fir-plan-
tation ; to be a puzzle no longer, but
to go on, a rutted cart-road still ; and
there only leave, the eye behind it,
because it narrowed in long perspective,
steadily regardless of those upland soli-
tudes. To complete the disenchantment,
there, on his slow homeward circuit
before them, was their own man An-
drew on the cart, with the old grey
mare, Beauty, sleepily nodding on the
coals and market things he had fetched
so far-H— having risen ere. daybreak, as
usual, to go to his boasted Abbey-town
of Milsom, that source of marvel ; which,
for all. he ever told at the kitchen fire,
might have been a thousand miles away.
Once for all detected at broad noon so
stupidly returning, Andrew would not
be able to make such a mystery of his
journeys to Milsom after this. Hugh,
crossing down the wood again with his
father, would be home before him ; and,
by the time Andrew should issue from
the stable, ready to shake his head
wisely, with all his other dignities in
mind, of bellman, bethral, sexton, and
church-officer, officer to the kirk-session
also — in one word, the Minister's Man
— would not Hugh in private be able
to nod wisely to Andrew in turn"?
Speedily, therefore, they would have
retraced their way through the fir-planta-
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Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
tions, losing sight of road or hills, but
for Hugh's father, who had not noticed
Andrew. It was the upper pasture that
drew notice from Mr. Rowland as they
crossed its edge again. This time he
seemed to look on the scene with an
amount of interest which he had not
shown before, whether at the wild cry
of the peewit flitting round, or the
savage aspects of those wandering cattle
— those long-horned kyloes from some
mountain land of the fabled north,
soot-black, or dun, or livid — which at
this season made irruption there. Raising
their shaggy fronts, these creatures still
glared, as before, without fear at the
intruders ; they even trooped upward
undaunted from the sheep-track and the
farm-land, at the bidding of some higher
power. The sight of them still stirred in
Hugh a thrill of the boyish tremor felt
at passing them the first time. This
dread would have been even yet a
panic flight, if the return had been alone ;
if it had been free from the same unques-
tionable paternal control, close at hand.
And this time there rose a further need
of the authoritative influence, for there
were other objects in view than the
Tcyloes. Shaggier than the kyloes them-
selves, an uncouth grizzled dog ran
silently below, and warned the savage
cattle as they trooped ; above, there stood
to view the kyloe-herd in his own
person, uncouther, shaggier than them
all, in his flying shepherd-mawd, with
his bare head, and in his hand his
red-knobbed bonnet waving backward,
as he looked and whooped to some other
place to which his whole attention
seemed to be directed. Still he came
leaping down with his eye eager upon
the distance, without sight of Mr. Row-
land, without apparent heed to his
own retreating droves of kyloes. At
the sudden sight of Mr. Rowland,
indeed, he stopped like one transfixed,
and hung his head, and gaped, yet made
rude efforts at respect : while Mr. Row-
land spoke to him, stooping to him gra-
ciously, and using softened tones and
kind relaxings of his mien and glance,
which struck Hugh as something
strange. Was such softness in his
father's manner reserved for stran-
gers ? Not even at church had Hugh
seen this stranger before, that he re-
membered of — more like a great, large
boy than man or lad ; of speech so
oddly broad, in the forbidden native
tongue, that it made one tremble to be
thought to understand it, and even
Latin seemed scarce so different from
the proper language required before the
minister. Nor did he seem to have the
power of hiding, if he tried, some side-
long looks and leers of satisfaction, whe-
ther meant for the grave Speaker before
him, or for the youthful hearer's solemn
eye beyond. Yet was the kyloe-herd asked
about his health, and when the kyloe
season would end, that he might go to
school again, and come again to the
church on Sabbaths : after which a penny
was given him, and his shoulder also
was patted kindly, ere they departed on
their way ! And he had been familiarly
called " John :" appearing still to leave
matter for silent thought in the mind
of Mr. Rowland ! Still, as Hugh noted,
his father had not asked of this John
at all, why he had whooped and waved
to some distant place, or gazed towards
it so eagerly ; even as now, again, when
released from his brief interview with
Mr. Rowland, he ran up and jumped on
tiptoe, to see and listen, straining eye
and ear in the same direction, and heed-
less of his up ward- tending kyloes.
All was yet apparently still through
the keen autumn air above, and in the
recesses of the firwood near them, when
Mr. Rowland broke his reverie to re-
mount the stile, resuming the Latin
lesson ere they re-entered. The shadow
on his brow had not been preceptorial
this time, at all events. In truth, their
mutual progress had all day been un-
usually successful Without openly
commending, he said that, if such pro-
gress lasted, and Hugh were diligent,
in a week or two they might begin Cor-
nelius Nepos. He was so speaking still —
so taking it for granted that the prospect
was a luxury for both — when a .sound
came clearly to the ears of both, that had
once or twice been more faintly audible
to the one of them ; as if stirring the dis-
Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
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tance but in fancy, or only made at hand
by some late wild-bee as it boomed up-
ward, or some last survivor of the trum-
peting gnats that might linger in the
fragrant closeness of the fir-boughs. It
was really, however, the huntsman's well-
known horn, not seldom heard toward
winter along the uplands of Kirkhill,
when the fox was sought from Meller-
stain, or driven to the Gordon moors.
And in a minute after, far uphill, the
fox himself shot out across a slope :
while the cry of hounds was broken to
querulous discord close by, in the deep
plantation. But suddenly it streamed
out with a fierce music over the nearest
dyke, as they broke away in hot chase
with one moment's piebald flash upon
the moor into the clouds, many a scarlet-
coated rider bursting forth to join their
course, and whoop and hollo and gesture
blending, as they vanished through the
wind. Then for an instant had the boy's
eye sparkled, all his veins tingling to
run after and see farther, like that kyloe-
herd. Close beside him, however, was
that other eye — his father's — which
had already uttered meanings under-
stood too well. For, by its standard,
no wrong to any inarticulate creature
was venial ; and once, when an earth-
worm had been wantonly cut through
with a toy spade, before his study-
window, he had chanced to observe
it, and, raising the window awfully,
had called the offender thither in the
act, that one of the guilty fingers might
there be cut, to feel and understand its
sin — a penalty only relaxed on solemn
promise of kindness for the future to
everything alive, because the same Power
had made and was supporting both them
and the culprit. Now he spoke, though
but a word or two, of the inhumanity in
men, of the terror and pain in beasts ;
and would doubtless have left the sub-
ject willingly for their previous business,
had not the very next occurrence kept
it obvious before him. From the other
side of the wood came hastening up two
riders of the troop ; from the foremost of
whom, ere the trees disclosed them, there
broke a loud imprecation while they
looked about in their uncertainty. Then,
JSTo. 11. — VOL. ri.
seeing Mr. Rowland all at once, the
speaker reined back his horse upon its
haunches; his hand was lifted toward
his hunting-cap, and he muttered a con-
fused greeting — his health- flushed visage
colouring higher yet, and taking a sullen
aspect, like some chidden boy, ere with
an awkward laugh he collected himself,
praised the weather, and asked, as his
companion only wiped his moist brows,
what way the hounds had gone. Mean-
time, with a surprise equal to his, and
flushing deeper than he, Mr. Rowland
had drawn himself erect to all the
dignity of his stature ; then, at that
question, looking strangely on the ques-
tioner, with an effort at stern self-control
that no visible circumstances demanded,
he might have been thought to tremble
and grow pale.
"It would not become me or my
business, Mr. Murray," he said, " to
direct you in such matters. But it may
be," he added, as from a sudden after-
thought, his voice hoarse — at the same
time turning away — "it is indeed pro-
bable, sir, that the cattle-herd yonder
could inform you. Yes, I recommend
you to him. See ! Good day." And,
pointing backward, he strode on, almost
rudely indifferent to their hurried thanks
as they spurred away toward the knolls
and dyke-tops : where that leaping
kyloe-keeper again found various posts
of vantage, successively to see or hear the
upland chase. In utter silence did the
boy hasten behind his father, unnoticed
when at first he overtook him. Somewhat
stern was the abrupt resumption of their
task for the brief remainder of the way
home.
It was only to Mrs. Rowland, when after
dinner the minister lingered a little on his
way to the study, that he calmly men-
tioned his having spoken that day, for
the first time in several years, to one of
his parishioners who had long ceased to
be a hearer. She knew, of course, about
the tenant of Wanton- Walls and his
repute. Ever since that sermon which
offended him, as well it should, his
church-coming had ceased. He was but
like others of his order in that region
of great lordly farms with subject hinds,
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378
Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
and a few humbler neighbours almost
equally scorned. Full-blown and pros-
perous, often, — like this laird of distant
Edenside, and owner of lands elsewhere,
— they claimed part among the gentry
without their better tastes, and rode
about boldly, like Colonel Monilaws or
Maviswood of Maviswood himself, ex-
cept to church or to any other place of
benefit Whart, indeed, did they leave
behind to their farm-grieves, who ma-
naged their thousand-acred holdings, of
the sordid grossness of the soil that
clung to them ? They could but keep
each other in dull countenance ; swollen
and red-faced men, too of ten thus hoary in
their indifference, belonging now to the
past generation ; chiefly revelling apart
in their own appropriate company, with
such orgies as those that had been
rumoured from Wanton- Walls since
Mr. Murray ceased to go to church at
all The more reckless he, perhaps, at
first, on that very account : but he had
at no time been regular, as Mrs. Row-
land could well remember, from the
date of her own coming to Kirkhill.
These men were dying out now. At
Wanton-Walls, if ever meeting now-a-
days, their mirth must be comparatively
tame, blank, and secret, so little was it
heard of lately. Then their example
had no danger in it now. The humbler
people, always seeming to have held it
in dread, were taught its horror; and
the better class looked down with con-
tempt. For how jmt had been that
condemnation launched in the said ser-
mon— as all others had acknowledged,
but the offender, that it was loudly called
for — against vices such as his ! It had
been couched generally ; without a per-
sonal inference, on any other individual's
part, from the text that had chanced to
strike him so. And Mrs. Rowland was,
indeed, disposed to resent the course he
had taken, in absenting himself from
church in consequence ; because, by uni-
versal admission, as she rather simply
remarked, Mr. Rowland's preaching had
greatly improved since then; nay, there
were reasons to, think, that gifts and
labours, too little appreciated hitherto,
would ere long produce their due
result! The loss was the man's own,
truly!
Her husband made little answer at
that time, .but leant his head forward
on his hand, with an elbow on the
table ; his features working as if he
took some blame to himself. He had
been at that time offended in his turn,
not condescending to go and visit
Wanton- Walls for an unwilling hearer :
and now there were years passed, so that
it was more difficult to go than before.
He rose at length, looking at her ab-
stractedly, with some irrelevant reply,
and went to study his weekly sermon.
CHAPTER II.
TOUCHING CERTAIN COINCIDENCES — ALSO
THE NEW HORSE " RUTHERFORD."
Now, if there had been any reason as
yet for piecing together various circum-
stances, or if the different members of
this one household had but united their
separate knowledge in a single thought,
already might things that seemed uncon-
nected have taken an intelligible shape.
Nurse Kirsty, brought up in her
youth with the master's own family,
could tell, perhaps, better than even
he, of the beginnings of certain matters
which occupied his thoughts. To her, too,
the Man Andrew could have communi-
cated divers parochial facts, and sundry
records of that court yclept the Kirk-
session ; which, if Hugh had now men-
tioned the kyloe-herd to her, or spoken
of Murray of Wanton- Walls at the fox-
hunt, might have shed a light for her
devout reflection. But the boy was
estranged from Kirsty, with a feeling
that tended to hatred at times ; and as
for Andrew, his unexpected marriage
had just then removed bim from her
circle. Not only was he removed from
the evening fireside in the kitchen, and
from the stable-loft where he shared his
bed with the glebe cow-boy ; he was out
of Kirsty's austere good graces altogether,
at a cottar's hearth of his own, under
the same thatch with the few hinds of
little Kirkhill Farm. He was daily at
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hand, indeed; his business lying daily
nearer home, each day that told more
plainly of winter. His flail was loud in
the barn, his pitchfork rustling in byre
and stable ; and, however solid those
tufted towers of corn he had been helped
to build, if he now fell on one of them,
to thresh and take to the mill, it soon
gave way before his unaided might. Once
a weel$ with a weapon like a giant's
sword, he stood on the great hay-rick
that had seemed to mimic the church
itself, and shore one gable down till it
was liker still. For the small red church
had at one end a smaller structure, flat
upon the top, and roofless, called the
aisle; and, when frosty sunsets came
redder each night, sometimes they would
throw a ruddy gleam upon the stack-
yard, with that implement of Andrew's
glittering silent in the hay-rick, although
the church itself was then left pale
and peaceful toward the leaden clouds,
skirted by bare branches.
In himself, Andrew was not solemn
on every-days ; nor did he in his com-
mon clothes speak severely; nor was he
to the young mind inseparably associated
with the bell-chain and pulpit-books,
and with the sessions of secret discipline.
And, instead of Andrew's growing less
indulgent to the children, as he left
the circle of Nurse Kirsty under her
incurred displeasure, he was now even
more good-humoured at any faults, more
easy to access and curiosity. Very readily
had he explained why the lad with the
kyloes had seemed a stranger to Hugh ;
though so well known, and belonging
to the parish. It was no other than poor
John Scott, to whom Andrew himself
was as an official guardian; "the bit
orphan lad," the kind of natural, as they
said — the callant that was on the parish ;
a decent lad enough, though his honest
calling held him mostly of late from the
kirk or school : the very same who was
known, all round about, by the name of
Kyloe- Jock. So much Hugh could easily
learn. If there had been further in-
terest to satisfy, it seemed beyond the
informant's own remotest guess ; for, in
the man Andrew, whatever might be
oracular was chiefly silent. '
Curiosity itself could have needed no
information respecting the Murrays of
Wanton- Walls; had that house possessed
the remotest connexion with the matter.
If Mr. Eowland, from his secluded study,
had never seen Mr. Murray ride by the
Manse of late years, on the quiet road
which passed behind ; yet, at the high
nursery -window looking over that road,
there had been no such ignorance. No
question could have existed there as to
his riding still that way, when occasion
led : like any other of the passers-by ; who
were all so few, so far between, and so
important, that every one had been as a
painted frontispiece or quaint initial to
some ample comment or plenteous re-
cital by Nurse Kirsty's tongue. Super-
fluous now, however, her readiest flow
of prate upon many things, seen for one-
self outside ; and most of all upon this.
She could not have told Hugh, in her
least capricious mood, things half so
entertaining about Wanton- Walls, as
would rise to his fancy of their own ac-
cord, when he remembered how the rest-
less horses had been flecked with foam,
and their sinews swollen, their wide
nostrils sending out blasts of breath, so
that they scarce had stayed for their
masters, except to know the track of
the hunt ; and how those crimson
stains were in the scarlet coats, but
were less odd than the spots that had
rushed out in Mr. Murray's red face, as
if the sight of Hugh's father had cut the
man somewhere, like that unforgotten
penknife. Was it all becaiise of the
absence from church, or had he killed
so many foxes 1 Why, too, was there
no such surprise and annoyance on the
other hunter's face, so eager, yet so
old and fat ; with its white hair, and
purple pimples on the nose ; and with
a laugh, in spite of those bad words
that had been said ?
But, as to wondering who Mr. Murray
was, that would have been strange indeed
at the Manse of Kirkhill, close as it was
to the very churchyard, where all parish
pedigrees of any note lay open, as in
books, for those who could read. There
a whole family of Wanton- Walls, be-
fore or coeval with Mr. Murray, were
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380
Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
among the nearest neighbours to life.
They did not dwell outside, indeed, in
the open churchyard — that summer play-
ground of early boyhood — where the
dandelions and buttercups glowed in the
grass, and merry insects buzzed, and
every gravestone was familiar. Their
abode was even in a house, — a house
that was shared, with hereditary state
apart, between the Murrays themselves
and a select few besides. As Wanton-
Walls had long been tenanted by the
family while living, so did their final
resting-place when dead lie within the
small end-aisle of the little parish church.
Older than the present creed was Kirk-
hill Church; older also than the time
of ploughs and harrows was Wanton -
Walls : at which farmstead there stood,
close by, a square and roofless Border-
tower; while here, close by, was the
small square end-aisle, an inclosure that
never had been roofed at all. The sun-
light and sky still looked in freely, as
from the first ; though the very moss-
trooper of old had gone to dust in it,
and the particular earth that was here
had been consecrated, by priestlier hands
than Mr. Eowland claimed to use.
Although, in early boyhood, Hugh
could not have climbed the aisle-wall to
look in like the sunlight and sky, never-
theless, in days less subject to fear, he had
found a new pleasure there. Under the
broad noon, while the upper farmhouse
windows were in sight close by, he had
sometimes stolen to the old sunlit door,
and risen on tiptoe from some gathered
stones, to peep curiously through the key-
hole. Within, truly, was stillness itself,
that yet sent forth a thrill to make the
heart quiver. No ripple of the summer
wind on the grass outside passed in to
stir the tall fibres shooting there right
upward, a living hair ; to move the out-
spread hands of hemlocks that bore up
their seed on high ; to rustle the harm-
less nettles, or shake the puff-ball of the
dandelion in its refuge. But it was not
dark ; nay, a companion ray of light
was ever peeping in with the looker
through the keyhole ; and this went in
aslant before the eye, touching part into
fairy hues, throwing most of it into a
green obscurity, making the rest rather
marvellous than doleful Under that
built-up arch into the church-gable,
where the ivy clung, one sparrow always
made her inaccessible nest ; on one
corner of the open wall-cope, a single
wallflower always seemed to thrive and
grow golden in the sky : and if, below,
there were old scattered fragments of
things unspeakable, — mouldered pieces
of broken deal, odd rusty handles, tar-
nished metal ornaments, scarce seen
among the weeds ; yet midway round —
side facing side, front meeting viewless
front more strangely, — what suspended
variety of diverting image-work and
lively enigma ! The alphabet, made
thus important, had been there ; and
spelling had then grown pleasant, even
to the self-consciousness of a superior
accuracy in the observer ; while inci-
pient arithmetic had practised itself with
zeal, to compute those striking dates.
There had been implied a kind of ethics
and philosophy : they were so good, so
exemplary for virtue, so sage, resigned,
tranquil, and often pious, those records
of Wanton- Walls, which stood for whole
generations of parents, husbands, wives,
or early-sainted children. And they
had let dimly backward into history,
by that ancient remnant of one heraldic
tablet, which still bore the armed hand
above the coat-of-arms — which still, with
unobliterated Border wildness, silently
cried the knightly war-cry, " A moy,
Ellyols." Modern allegory and poetry
had been there, if but in embryo ;
where Time held his scythe, where
cherubs and angels were rudely carved,
or a later circlet of white marble was
put in, to show a mourner by an urn,
with lines of polite verse beneath.
There, too, the preacher had uttered
sermons to an attentive ear; for there
were texts that needed long peering to
decipher. Even there a teacher had pro-
pounded Latin lessons, that stirred the
wish to understand them ; for there was
" Resurgam " and " Sic itur ad astra ;"
and one stone there was, only half seen
from the keyhole, which began its
legend with "Memento/", but showed
not what it would have one to Eemem-
Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
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her, ere it passed out of sight too near
the doorway.
Thus was Wanton- Walls so familiar,
though as yet unseen ; standing as it
did on the utmost bounds of Kirkhill
parish. And thus was old Mr. Murray,
however absent from church, or estranged
from the minister, nevertheless the well-
known single representative of the most
intimately-acquainted family of near
neighbours. On that very account, he
gave but little interest to boyhood, and
cost it no concern. Far from caring to
dwell on him or his matters, there could
have been nothing from which Hugh so
pleasantly relieved himself when lesson-
time was over. Much gladder was it
then, as the long twilights deepened to
early nights, to skirt off around the
churchyard and reach new pleasures
by a circuit. Happier the hours ever
grew, that could be gained by stealth in
visiting the dear old farmhouse kitchen,
where Mistress Arnot baked or spun,
knitted or mended, still with her old
foster-motherly favour about her, still
homely and kind, despite her Amazonian
temper and her thrifty sharpness. Yet
rather than reach it some minutes
sooner, by the stile and footpath, so
natural once, that traversed the church-
yard, Hugh Kowland would have stayed
at home and lost the whole. It was late
in the year; the nights deepened; it
should have been winter !
No great sacrifice of sociality was
required, for all that. He did not
need to lose his hidden indulgence
in those fireside sports of Halloween
that make the dusk seem eerier ;
nor to give up hopes of witnessing
the rustic masquerade of Hogmanay,
when guizards would come rhyming
in, to fight or die, to use mystic words,
and usher the New Year with secular,
profane, and superstitious mumming
for pecuniary dole. Among the youth-
ful neighbours it was rumoured — un-
known to the parochial man-Andrew,
still more deeply unknown to the mi-
nister— that of all the suspected guizards,
or Christmas mummers of Kirkhill
parish, the most skilful was Kyloe-Jock.
Whether his charge upon the hill were
gone for the winter, or left there un-
tended, Jock would doubtless head the
band, and be the great Alexander or
conquering St. George. Soon, indeed,
after the frost began, when the farm-
yard was at the merriest in the dusk
of a Saturday afternoon — because then
the parish school-children joined the
game at Bogle-round-the-stacks on their
way past — there would be seen among
them, oftener and oftener, grown lad as
he was, with his old tail-coat and his
charge of kyloes, and his dog — setting
aside his serious relation to the Kirk-
session and Andrew the bethral — Kyloe-
Jock in person, playing like the very
eagerest. Among the eagerest would
have been Hugh Eowland, but for the
whisper of so imposing a visitor. As
it was, the knowledge of so important a
presence as that of Kyloe-Jock. made
Hugh shy and awkward, until when
the infection of the sport caught him.
Then, whirled into its vortex on the
sudden, he insensibly forgot his awe;
and, once or twice, darting breathless
through the giddy labyrinth from some
unknown pursuer, or changed by a
magic touch into the pursuer himself, he
almost dreaded that he and Jock might
come immediately into contact. Yet on
these occasions did Jock only familiarize
himself to the sight by momentary
glimpses, with a swiftness and a skill
that never failed. It was strange that a
being so superior should condescend to
play !
At such times the forbidden touch of
vulgar boys did encompass Hugh, with
their forbidden voices and company —
forbidden by his father because they
were unknown : the touch, too, and
the voice, and the company of their own
glebe cowherd, little Will, whicn above
all were forbidden by his father, be-
cause known very well. But how dif-
ferent was Kyloe-Jock, whom Hugh's
father both knew and cared for ! A
herd, indeed : yet on how mighty a
scale ; wildly superior, invested with
the greatness of the hill, ruler of un-
tamed cattle ! Nay, there was no danger
of his companionship, were it such as
could be disapproved ; and, if it had been
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Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
possible to partake it in reverential de-
ference for a moment, one must have
partaken it with his dog too. An un-
inviting beast to behold, though seeming
wise with a sagacity beyond nature, it
was as the shadow or the waiting fami-
liar spirit of Jock, whose plaid it sat
upon, or between whose heels it jealously
looked up, with that one eye which was
not white and horny. In outer aspect like
the picture of Abyssinian hysenas — one
ear torn to a rag, which had been healed
by time — through its name of Bauldy
it repelled the more. For it only waited
or followed, very gravely, while its master
took holiday ; needing no play itself,
appearing to have witnessed such things
so long with patience that it could have
slept, were there no kyloes on the hill.
So long as they were there, in truth,
neither Bauldy nor his master grew dis-
tincter than shadows — both coming and
going with the dusk. It was even said
that in the daytime they watched by
turns all night, and relieved each other,
sharing the same rude bothy of furze
and fern ; while, if the lad had ever for-
gotten his wild black charge too long,
the dog would have reminded him or
returned alone.
Therefore the boy Eowland looked
upon them the while as halfseen no-
velties, requiring no mention at home,
and stole back thither quietly himself,
through the early dark, across the
shades from the windows, ever in
time for due assemblage round the de-
corous tea-table, as well as for the solemn
privilege, extended to him now, when
the nursery was safe in bed, of waiting
up to join the early household prayers.
There the faces of Andrew, and Nurse
Kirsty, and the other servant, joined no
less solemnly. Their scrutiny then, at
least, was not perilous. Perilous, in-
deed, would one scrutiny have been :
had it not been always so unsuspicious,
though so severe, in its single-minded
prohibition of all evil. Such was the
terror for Hugh of rousing that autho-
rity into wrath that the very gloom of
those wintry nights in the churchyard
would have been trivial by comparison,
if there had been need — as there was
not, save in an after-dream of remorse —
to hurry backward through it, so as to
be within doors in time. Such dreams
there were that season. Once they took
the form of an abhorred fascination to
the deserted door of the end-aisle ; which
was suddenly flung open, and with
horror did it seem as if straightway all
the Hurrays were bursting forth, to
troop mounted, red-coated, with shout
and tally-ho, to the hills above. But a
relief of yet more sudden delight came
in ; for instead of them it was Kyloe-
Jock without his Bauldy, though in
knightly armour and a moss-trooper's
helmet, riding gloriously on a headstone
beside Hugh, as Hugh had often done
alone. Then the kyloe-herd shouted
angrily in his ear ; and the shout was in
Latin, as of the boys in Corclerius ; and
he awoke rejoicing that it was not true.
Thus partly, perhaps, because about
that time the old grey mare, Beauty,
proved insufficient for the cart-work
and winter ploughing; so that Andrew
at length took her to Thirlstane Fair
for sale ; with money enough besides to
buy another. He had corue home suc-
cessful with a younger horse, a stout
brown nag ; that had been most used,
no doubt, to saddle and light harness,
though sober enough now for other
work. And when Andrew's master,
the minister, saw it in the stable, he
approved on the whole ; for, as Andrew
said gravely, on distant visitations and
presbytery-days it was equally needful
for them to have a good beast for their
use, light of pace and pleasant to the
eye, as to work the glebe well next
spring— which said season was farther
off besides than the dead of winter, no\f
at hand, with its leisure for public duty,
and its solemn calls that might not be
put by.
Surely there must have risen in An-
drew's shrewd eye, behind the minis-
ter's back, a curious twinkle ; knowing
something even then, as he must have
done, of the new horse's previous
ownership. He familiarly caressed it,
and called it "Rutherford" by name;
which to the children was a proof of his
knowledge. For the rest, he had made
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his purchase from a well-known dealer, been used as a hunter, and had actually
whose final closure of the business once belonged to Mr. Murray of Wanton-
might have involved some social re- Walls. It was a precarious and delicate
freshment, making Andrew more than subject as yet, at Kirkhill Manse, to
ordinarily triumphant, candid, and well speak of that person. And no hint of
nigh loquacious on the subject. Still, this could have pointed those coinci-
if he knew the fact, he did not then let dences of dreams, to which the mere
it out, by the faintest allusion, that changings of horses might have led.
"Kutherford" had some time or other To be continued.
PEIAM AND HECUBA.
ILIAD. BOOK XXII.
[The scene preceding the death of Hector is, perhaps, the most pathetic picture in the whole
range of poetry. Achilles has defeated the Trojans and driven them into the city, but has
been prevented, from following them close by Apollo, who, in the shape of Agenor, has
lured him away in another direction.]
THUS, flying wild like deer, to their city hurried the Trojans ;
There from their sweat they cool'd, and assuaged the rage of their hot thirst,
Leaning against the crest of the wall ; and on the Achaians
Nearer came, with their shoulders join'd, close locking their bucklers.
But outside to remain, his malign fate, Hector ensnared,
There in front of the Ilian wall and the Skai'an portals.
And thus then to Pelides outspake Phoebus Apollo :
" Why, 0 Peleus' son, in rapid pursuit dost thou urge me, —
Me, an immortal, a mortal thou ? — nor, blindly, discernest
That I deity wear, and that thy anger is futile.
Carest thou not to distress thy Trojan foes, who have fled thee
Into the city safe, while thou rushest devious hither,
Seeking me to kill whose life is appointed immortal 1 "
Him, in wrath profound, thus addressed swift-footed Achilles :
" 111 with rhe hast thou dealt, malignant most of the godheads,
Luring me thus from the wall ; else, sure full many a foeman
Earth had bit in his fall ere he reacht the Ilian ramparts.
Now from me thou hast snatcht my glory, and them thou hast saved ;
Small is the cost to thee, nor hadst thou fear of requital.
Swift should my vengeance be, if vengeance on thee were allow'd me."
Thus spake he, and in ire majestic toward the City
Bent his rapid career, like some victorious racer
When to the goal he his chariot whirls, swift scouring the champain ;
Agile so in his limbs and his feet, advanced Achilles.
Him then aged Priam saw, first marking his motion,
Blazing like to a star in the sky, as he travers'd the champain —
Like the autumnal star, that, brightest of all in the heaven,
Shines in the stillness of night 'mid a crowd of scantier splendours, —
Him whom, to mark him forth, they call the Dog of Orion ;
Brightest of all the stars is he, but his sway is malignant ;
384 Priam and Hecuba.
Fever he brings and disease to the dwellings of mortals unhappy :
So did the brazen arms of Achilles shine as he moved.
Then did the old man wail, and smote his head with his two hands,
Holding his arms aloft ; and groan'd with pitiful accent
Uttering pra/rs to his son : but he in front of the portals
Stood, insatiate longing to join in fight with Achilles.
Him the old man, with hands stretcht forth, thus piteous urged :
" Hector ! my son beloved ! wait not thus alone, I implore thee,
That dread man's approach, lest fate precipitate whelm thee,
Smit by Pelides' might ; for alas ! far mightier he is.
Creature abhorred and feared ! 0 were he to the Immortals
Only as dear as to me ! Then soon would the dogs and the vultures
Tear him, stretcht on the plain, and my sore breast would be eased.
Many a fair son now do I mourn, all reft and bereaved,
Slain by him, or sold to distant isles as a captive ;
And e'en now there are two, Lycaon an'd eke Polydorus,
Whom I cannot discern 'mid those who have 'scaped to the city,
My dear sons and sons of Leucothea, fairest of women.
But if they live in the Grecian host we will ransom them, surely,
Paying ransom in brass and in gold, for of such we have treasure ;
And great store of these gave Altes along with his daughter :
But if, already dead, they dwell in the mansion of Hades,
Great is the grief to me and to her, their mother unhappy ;
But on the rest of Troy that grief will lightlier press if
Thou too, my son, fall not, smit down by the spear of Achilles.
Nay but, 0 son, return to the wall, that yet thou mayest save the
Sons and daughters of Troy, nor feed the glory and pride of
Him, Pelides, and so may'st escape the omen'd disaster.
Yea, and on me most wretched have pity, while I can feel it ;
Me, ill-fated, whom Zeus severe in my desolate age shall
Dash to the earth, and fill the measure of woe he has sent me,
While my sons he has slain and dragged my daughters to bondage,
And has widoVd the wives, and seized the innocent infants,
And has dasht on the stones in the pitiless fury of warfare,
Naked dragg'd from their beds by the ruthless hands of the Grecians.
And me last, the ravenous dogs at the door of my mansion
Limb from limb shall tear, when some foe with murderous steel shall,
Stabbing or flinging the dart, dislodge my soul from my bosom, —
Dogs that I fed in my house, that ate the crumbs of my table, —
"They shall lap my blood and wrangle over my body,
As it lies at the door. In the youth, even death has its graces,
When, fresh fallen in fight and markt with wounds on his bosom,
-On the field he lies ; then all is beauty and glory.
But when the silver beard and the hoary head of the agM
Dogs obscene devour, as it lies cast forth and dishonour'd,
That is the last of woes in the wretched fortune of mortals."
So the old man spoke, and his silvery locks in his hands full,
Tore from his head ; yet still unmoVd was the spirit of Hector.
And on the other side his mother wept and lamented,
Baring her bosom and showing her breasts on this and on that side,
And with a flood of tears thus in winged accents besought him :
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" Hector ! 0 look on this, my child, and pity thy mother :
Yea, if ever from these Avhite founts I nourisht thy childhood,
Pity me now, and shun to meet this terrible warrior
Down in the plain : remain in the Avails, nor rashly expose thee,
Wretched. For if he slay thee, ne'er shall thy funeral pallet
Flow with the tears of me, the tender mother who bore thee,
Nor of thy loving wife : but far away from our wailings
There at the Grecian ships shall the dogs unclean devour thee."
Thus with weeping words did the parents plead with their son, and
Earnestly prayed ; but yet not so was Hector persuaded,
But still waited the mighty Achilles as near he approached.
w. w.
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FOE SEPTEMBEE.
BY HENRY KINGSLEY.
A GOSSIP
ARE any of our readers in town still 1
Not many, we hope, this droughty Sep-
tember day. We would rather wish
that they may be scattered to the four
winds, after the manner of Englishmen,
to meet again at the end of jolly Octo-
ber to compare notes about what they
have seen : nay, we are pretty sure that
the large majority are away, and conse-
quently we have visions of this present
Number, in its elegant puce-coloured
wrapper, being read in all sorts of queer
places. We cannot help wondering
what its own brother, the May Number,
would say if he had to go through the
experiences of this one. May (lucky .
rogue !) was in town at the very height
of the season. He lay about on drawing-
room tables, and was cut with the most
beautiful paper-knives ever you saw, and
altogether Hved a rose-coloured exist-
ence. This fellow will have a very
different time of it. After being kicked
about through country post-offices for a
day or so, and surreptitiously read on
his way by people with dirty fingers,
who get deep into "Tom Brown," and
are driven mad by finding the leaves
tmeut just at the critical place — after all
this, I say, he will probably have his
leaves cut with a fishing-rod spike, and
be dropped into the bottom of a ferry-
boat to take his chance.
But although A may be on Loch
Corrib, B on Loch Awe, C at Tal-y-llyn,
D in the Njordenfels, and E trying to
break his precious neck, and those of
the fathers of five large Swiss families,
by scrambling into places where there is
nothing worth seeing compared to what
he may see in perfect safety from, below;
yet still I think there are some few
readers left to go on parade. We still
hear of marchings out from head-
quarters ; the theatres are open ; we
believe some few of the clergy are left
in town, and are preaching to respect-
able and attentive congregations ; in
short, there must be a few thousand or
so of reading people in town, who will
be pleased to get a taste of the woods,
fields, and mountains, were it only done
by deputy. With this view, therefore,
we have three or four books to introduce
to our readers' attention, whose authors
we can recommend as trustworthy guides
on this aerial expedition.
We begin by presenting Mr. Cornwall
Simeon.1 Away go streets, hot pave-
ments, crowds, omnibuses, and dull
care ; we take his hand, and are off
with him a-fishing. Down to the mile-
long meadows, where noble old Father
Thames pours his brimming green flood
over thundering lashers; where the
1 Stray Notes on Fishing and Natural His-
tory. With Illustrations. By Cornwall Simeon.
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lofty downs heave up above stately
groups of poplar, elm, and willow ; where
" On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky,
Down by towered Camelot."
Hither, and to many other pleasant
places, both on salt and fresh water, you
may wander with him, gathering as you
go both pleasure and profit from the
stores of an acute and experienced
observer.
And this is the place to say that the
book before us possesses in an eminent
degree an excellence which is, alas ! but
too rarely possessed by books on natural
history. I mean that the facts are
thoroughly trustworthy. We have here
no second or third-hand evidence, or
any of that reckless want of correct
observation which would not be allowed
for an instant in any science but natural
history, but which (in spite of the
example Humboldt has given us, of
trusting almost entirely to his own
observation, and receiving with great
caution the facts of others) prevails to
a very great extent. Some men seem
to think that if they have got the evi-
dence of a gamekeeper, they have settled
the question. " Why, good gracious ! "
say such men, " surely he must know ;
a man who has spent his life in watch-
ing animals ! " A gamekeeper is the
worst evidence in the world. He walks
the world with a jaundiced mind. He
has one idea — game, game, game. The
whole world is in conspiracy against
him, from the young fellow who meets
his sweetheart in the wood, whom he
accuses of poaching, down to the water-
rat that he accuses of eating his trout.
He is an invaluable fellow, and one who
will risk life and limb in the just defence
of his master's game, but he is not the
man to go to for facts in natural history.
His evidence and that of all other un-
educated persons should be taken with
extreme caution. This class of people ha-
bitually generalise from an insufficient
number of facts, often from one solitary
fact, often from a merely supposititious
fact, and, once having erected a theory,
will cling to it with astonishing obstinacy,
and are no longer capable of viewing
the matter under observation Avithout a
bias. As an instance — the elderly
labourers in a village we are well ac-
quainted with believe that a trouble-
some disease to which cows are subject
in the udder proceeds from the bite of a
viper. It was no use my representing
to them that in cases of cattle and
horses being bitten by snakes (a not un-
common accident in Australia), they
were invariably bitten in the nose, and
that the disease in question was natural.
Nothing upset their theory or shook
their faith, until a new old man came in
and attributed the whole affair to the
hedgehogs. This staggered them. They
seemed to think that there was some
degree of probability in this. At all
events, it was better than our reckless
and subversive theory of its being can-
cer or some such ailment. Thereon,
hearing our especial favourites, the
hedgehogs (we wouldn't like to trust
the rogues too near pheasants' eggs,
mind you), so grossly libelled, we left
them in disgust.
The first two or three chapters of
Mr. Simeon's book ought to be read by
all anglers, and, what is more, remem-
bered. He is evidently a master of the
craft, and writes for masters, or those
who aspire to be so. These chapters
consist principally of fishing "wrinkles,"
most pleasantly put together, and inter-
spersed with amusing anecdotes, and
might be read, we should think, even
by a German, who is not usually an
appreciator of the noble art. By-the-bye,
what odd notions that intellectual na-
tion have about fishing ! We tried once
to make some Germans understand what
the spike on our fishing-rod was in-
tended for, by repeatedly sticking it in
the ground, and illustrating what an
advantage it was to have one's rod
stand upright instead of laying it down ;
but they left us under the full impres-
sion that, in case of the fish making off
with a fly, we used the spike as a har-
poon, and bodily hurled our rod, tackle
and all, at the retreating " trout." The
other day, in the "Fliegende Blatter,"
or " Kladderblatsch," we forget which,
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there was a series of cuts illustrating a
rake's progress. The young man has a
fortune left him. He takes to evil
courses. He goes down the course of
ruin and dissipation, lower and lower
each time, through twenty-one capitally
executed vignettes. In the twenty-
second he is represented as a desperate,
ruined, drunken gambler. In the
twenty-third he is depicted fishing with
a float. The measure of his crimes is
now full. It is time to draw the cur-
tain over the humiliating spectacle. In
the twenty-fourth and last he dies
miserably in jail.
But to return to Mr. Simeon. His
account of Mr. Maltby's fish-ponds near
Brussels, and the method of breeding
and rearing carp and tench pursued by
that gentleman, are exceedingly valuable
and curious, not more to the angler or
scientific man than to the country gentle-
man or farmer.
Mr. Maltby is our Vice-Consul at
Brussels, and has given his attention
very much to the farming of fish-ponds.
Out of a pond rented by him near
Brussels, carp of no less than thirty-
three pounds have been taken. The
largest carp mentioned by Yarrell is
nineteen pounds ; the largest which has
come under our own cognisance, was
caught in the buck stage on the Loddon,
at Swallowfield, Wiltshire, which turned
the scale at eighteen pounds. These are
of a very exceptional size for England ;
but Mr. Maltby, in the February of last
year, took from his ponds twenty carp,
weighing from twenty to twenty-five
pounds each ! We must not, however,
be surprised at this. England is not
the home of the carp. The carp is a
continental fish, and in his own waters
may be expected to range much larger.
These extraordinary large fish seem to
be from about fifteen to twenty years
old.
We confess we have never partici-
pated in a successful effort to make carp
a fit article for human consumption,
having always, on these occasions, been
left with the impression of having eaten
a pumpkin-pie, into which a box of
mixed pins had accidentally fallen. We
would prefer "going in" for the perch
and tench part of the business — either
of which fish, properly dressed, is a dish
for a king. Before leaving the subject
of fishing we must call attention to hints
given on sea fishing, which, though
only too short, were very much wanted.
There is plenty of room for a good long
book on this same subject, on which, as
far as we are aware, though the works
and brochures on freshwater fishing
would take a summer's day to count, we
have not a single reliable treatise.
The second part of the book before
us is given up to Stray Notes on Natural
History. Here, as we said before, we
have the experience of a close and con-
scientious observer, pleasantly told, with
a great deal of humour. To those who
retain the capacity of unextinguishable
laughter, we should recommend the
story of the Parrot Show, at page 163 ;
though " we are free to confess," as
they say in the House, and nowhere
else, that we think that Mr. Simeon's
own story, at page 162, about the parrot
who was naughty at prayers, and how
he was carried out by the butler, and
what he said when he was going out at
the door, is perhaps the best of the two.
As a specimen of Mr. Simeon's way
of telling his anecdotes, we give the
following. The subject is that of "Wart
Charming," a rather out-of-the-way
one : —
" I myself knew an instance in which the
cure was so rapid and perfect, that any doctor
might have pointed to it with pride as a con-
vincing proof of the efficacy of his treatment.
It was a case of warts; the patient being a
little girl of about seven or eight years old,
the daughter of a servant in our family. She
came up one day to the house for some work,
and, when the lady who was giving it to her,
remarking that her hands were covered with
bad warts, noticed the fact to her, she said,
' Yes, ma'am, but I'm going to have them
charmed away in a day or two.' ' Very well,"
answered the lady, glad to have an opportunity
of convincing the child that the whole thing
was a delusion ; ' when they are charmed away
come and show me your hands.' But about
six weeks had elapsed after this had taken
place, when she was again told that the girl
wished to see her. She was accordingly shown
up, when she said, ' If you please, ma'am, you
told me to come and show you my hands when
the warts were charmed away, and you see,
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ma'am, they're all gone now.' This, it must
be confessed, was rather a ' sell ' for the lady ;
however, the fact being undeniable, all she
could do under the circumstances was to say
that it was a very good thing she had got rid
of them, and that she was very glad of it."
And so we take leave of Mr. Simeon,
with only one regret — that his charming
book is not longer. The scene changes;
we are in the city again. The " dusty
roar" (which we claim to be an equally
correct expression as the American one
of "blue thunder") bursts on our ears
again. Shall we take another excursion 1
Very well. We beg to introduce you
to Mr. Cliffe,1 who we can promise you
will take you a very pleasant excursion
indeed.
Presto ! we are soon on the ground.
Here is a change indeed. An awful
grey wilderness of tumbled stone, and
scanty yellow grass. A black deep lake,
with here and there a sullen gleam of
light across its surface, where some flaw
of wind strikes down a cleft in the black
mountain, which hangs all around a
giant curtain against the sun. Before
us, scarce a quarter of a mile off, is
a perpendicular cliff, nine hundred feet
high, deep in whose side is riven a
black chasm, from which a slender tor-
rent of water, chafing among the fallen
boulders, awakens the only sound in this
terrible solitude, and makes the grim
silence around the more perceptible.
This is Llyn Idwal, in Carnarvonshire,
where Prince Idwal was pushed into the
water by his cruel uncle — a legend
equalling in authenticity that of the more
generally received and accredited one of
Willikins. What a place for a ghost !
Hush, did you hear that ? What was
that wild shriek that came faintly echo-
ing back from the cliff, followed by a
sound like distant thunder ? Was that
" Young Idwal's drowning cry,"
as spoken of by the poet Gray, in " the
Bard ? " No, my dear sir ; it was only
the Holyhead express going through the
Britannia tubular bridge, ten miles to
the north there, carrying a couple of
1 Clifife'g Notes and Recollections of an
Angler. Hamilton, Adams, and Co.
hundred people on at racing pace towards
that mad, prosperous, warm-hearted
oppressed nationality of Paddyland,
whose faint blue mountains you may
see from the top of that mountain before
us.
You will be kind enough to take off
your shoes, and, putting them in your
pocket, follow the guide up over the cliff;
and, if you are a nervous man, keep your
eye on the guide's back, feeling every
step as you go, and not looking at the
ghastly blue lake which you see be-
tween your legs five hundred feet
below. Having at the risk of your neck
gathered Rhodiola rosea, Mecanopsis
Cambrica, and — as we affirm, though
corrected by authorities — that rare little
fern Woodsia hyperborea, pull on your
shoes again, and, sloping down through
Cwm Fynnon, come into the great road.
Then, casting one glance down the rock
walls of the pass of Llanberis, turn along
the little mine road at Gorphwysfa,
and wind along through the mo on tain
solitude, till wild glorious Llydaw
spreads his broad calm sheet of green
water before you, and the Wydfa, the
highest peak of Snowdon, throws up his
black ribbed peak among the flying
clouds.
To many pleasant places will Mr.
Cliffe take you. At one time you will
stand blinded and stunned under the
falls of the Llugwy, or Conway, where
the green water comes spouting through
a thousand arteries, and makes the
summer leaves quiver with the shock.
At another, on lonely Llyn Adar,
where the breeding gulls cackle and
bark on their solitary island through
the long summer day. Over wastes of
tumbled stone, over dizzy precipices by
lonely mountain pools. But wherever
you go with him, I think you mil find
him a pleasant intelligent companion,
with a very good power of describing
scenery. I think, as he says on his
title-page, that he has
" Llygad a all weled natur,
Calon a all deimlo natur,
A phenderfyniad a feiddia
Ddylyn natur."
Mr. Cliffe has given us a "crib" to
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this beautiful verse. We shall not
follow his example, being of opinion
that the reckless habit of allowing literal
translations to great classical works has
gone far to ruin all real scholarship
amongst us.
But we must say good-bye to Mr.
Cliffe in his turn, and his Welsh scenery,
for we have to go further afield still.
Sir James Alexander * takes \is away to
Canada, and gives us a large book on
the salmon fishing there — edited by Sir
James, but apparently written by an
Irish clergyman — which contains a great
deal of information on a subject but
little known. It has often surprised
us that summer fishing-expeditions to
Canada were not oftener made : this
book appears in some measure to account
for it. The difficulties in getting at the
water are great; the hardships under-
gone are very severe ; and the sport, we
suggest, by no means what it should be,
considering the expense incurred.
The salmon rivers of Lower Canada
all flow in on the northern shore of the
St. Lawrence, at points extending from
Quebec to Labrador, a distance of 500
miles. These are the only streams
which produce salmon in any quantity.
Those of Upper Canada are, like those
of the United States, utterly ruined by
the insane stupidity of the millers, in
not leaving steps for the salmon, and by
the various slaughterous exterminating
poaching villanies which are carried on.
Indeed, salmon appear to be rarities in
Upper Canada, while the United States
are supplied from Lower Canada. The
rivers we speak of are on the Hudson
Bay territory ; and it is the opinion of
Dr. Adamson, in his able paper read to
the Canadian Institute, that if the pro-
tection of the- Hudson's Bay Company
were withdrawn for one year, the salmon
would be extinct in Canada.
The plan for the salmon fisher in
Canada is as follows : — To go fishing at
all, you must either own a yacht or hire
a schooner. A schooner may be hired
1 Salmon Fishing in Canada. By a Resident.
Edited by Colonel Sir James E. Alexander,
K H. With Illustrations. Two vols. Long-
man & Co.
from one of the brokers in Quebec at
the cost of about a pound a day ; which
covers the wages and provisions for the
crew, the owner acting as skipper. And,
if you pursue this plan, as soon as you
are encamped on the river you mean to
fish, you can send your vessel away for
fresh provisions. You must lay in a
good stock of provisions to start with,
an awful array of servants, a couple or
so of canoes, tents, beds, blankets, &c. ;
and when you have got all these things
together, have beat in over the river bar,
have disembarked and lit your fires,
pitched your tents and had your supper,
then, if you are human, you will begin
to wish you had died in infancy, or had
stayed safe in Quebec, or Jericho, or
anywhere else, instead of coming after
these miserable salmon. For the torture
of the flies and mosquitos exceeds human
belief. Next to the Orinoco, Canada
bears the palm against the world for the
plague of flies. Listen to this : —
" The voice was the voice of our friend, but
the face was the face of a negro in convulsions.
To account for this, it may be well to state
that the assault of the black fly is generally
sudden and unexpected ; that the first indica-
tion you have of his presence is the running
of a stream of blood over some part of your
face, which soon hardens there. These assaults
being renewed ad infinitum, soon render it
difficult for his nearest and dearest female
relation to recognise him. The effect during
the night following an attack of this kind
is dreadful. Every bite swells to the size of
a filbert ; every bite itches like a burn and
agonizes like a scald — and if you scratch it
only adds to your anguish. The whole head
swells, particularly the glandular and cellular
part, behind and under the ears, the upper
and lower eyelids, so as in many tases to pro-
duce inability to see. The poison is imbibed
and circulated through the whole frame, pro-
ducing fever, thirst, heat, restlessness, and
despondency."
Eeally we must beg leave to doubt
whether the best salmon-fishing in the
world is worth having under such cir-
cumstances, although we may consider
salmon-fishing to stand first among all
sports. But, with regard to what amount
of sport one may expect, we give an
abstract of some days' fishing in the
Godbout, which may be considered as
about the ne plus ultra of what any
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reasonable man may expect. The fishing
on the Godbout is probably greatly de-
teriorated since the time we speak of,
1853.
" 7th June, 2 rods, nothing. 12th, 2 rods,
2 fish (5 days blank, you perceive). 13th,
3 rods, 2 fish. 14th, 3 rods, 3 fish. 15th,
3 rods, 3 fish. 16th, 3 rods, 6 fish. 17th,
2 rods, 5 fish. 18th, 2 rods, 3 fish. 19th,
2 rods, 6 fish. 20th, 4 rods, 6 fish. 21st,
21st, 2 rods, 2 fish. 22d, 4 rods, 4 fish.
23d, 4 rods, 3 salmon, and a' great many sea-
trout. 24th, 2 rods killed 13 salmon."
No more account of specific days'
fishing is given, but it is stated that
the party remained till the llth July,
" killing four, six, ten, eleven, and
thirteen fish every day." We purposely
quote the exact words of the book, be-
cause for seventeen days only five days
seem accounted for. There is no doubt
that this is good sport enough ; but this
was considered exceptional in 1853. So,
according to Dr. Adamson, the salmon-
fishing in Canada should be in a poor
way now.
The book before us has considerable
merits, but also great defects. It is
too excursive. It is hard to pick the
wheat (of which there is really plenty)
from the " chaff," of which there is con-
siderably too much, and that not of the
best quality. One thing more about it
is remarkable, — the great power the
author seems to have of writing comic
poetry. The lay of " Sir Joram a
Burton," at page 34, is quite worthy of
Barbara himself And the verses on
" Navigation," at page 212, are very far
above the average of that sort of com-
position. "VVe cannot conceal from
ourselves that the Appendix, by Dr.
Adamson, Mr. Henry, and Sir James
Alexander himself, contains the most
valuable information ; but the book itself
is very readable, and there is also con-
siderable humour to be found in the
vignettes.
One more excursion, reader, before
we part. We are going very very far
a-field this time. Mr. Dunlop,1 C.B. (of
1 " Hunting in the Himalayas. With notices
of Customs and Countries, from the Elephant
Haunts of the Dehra Boon to the Bunchowr
whom, unless I mistake, we heard as a
volunteer in the Indian mutiny), is to
be our guide. Let us suppose him to
possess a magic carpet. We will seat
ourselves on it along with him, and then
up and away, to where the everlasting
snow lies deep over pass and summit.
Where have we got to now ] To the
Alps? The Alps! Mont Blanc, the
monarch of mountains, lies an insigni-
ficant peak 3,000 feet below us. And
yet overhead the grim crystalline Ai-
guilles range up peak over peak in the
deep blue firmament, like lofty piled
thunder-clouds upon a summer's even-
ing. We are among the Ghats of the
Himalaya !
And what is Mr. Dunlop doing up
here, in the name of goodness 1 Well,
he is going to shoot a Bunchowr. If
you are not above asking what a Bun-
chowr is, we will inform you that a
Bunchowr, as far as we can discover, is
the grandfather of all Buffalo bulls,
with a sheepskin mat nailed on his
stern instead of a tail. Add to this,
that he is desperately shy, and horribly
vicious, and that he has to be hunted
on foot, up to your knees in snow, and
you will get some idea of what Bun-
chowr shooting in the Himalayas is
like.
Mr. Dunlop is an Indian sportsman ;
and of all Indian sportsmen he has
written the pleasantest, most readable
book. Putting Tennent's "Ceylon" out
of the question, we have met no book
superior ; a bold assertion, but one we
will stand by. It is, like all good books,
too short, but should be read by every
man who cares not only for natural
history, but for the little queer odds
and ends of society and manners in
that furthest limit of the great empire.
He begins with the elephants. He
takes us along the great boulder preci-
pices of the Sewalik (the debris, we pre-
sume, of the great mountains above),
and shows us the tracks where the wild
elephants have passed through the jungle
in single file among the rank grass up
Tracks in eternal snow. By R. H. W. Dunlop,
C.B., B.C.S., F.R.G.S., late Superintendent of
the Dehra Doon." Bentley.
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to some lonely gully, and then have
spread out to feed, ripping the boughs
and the bark from the trees, in herds
sometimes seventy strong. Then he
gives us his experience of shooting ele-
phants, which, in the Doon, where you
have to go after them on foot, appears
very ticklish work indeed. The best
plan seems to be, to get as near your
elephant as possible, to take aim, to
shut your eyes and blaze away, and
then, as a Londoner would say, to
" hook it " for your bare life. If you
are so fortunate as not to be overtaken
and pounded into little bits by the in-
furiated animal, you may, after a con-
siderable period, venture cautiously to
return, and pick up your bird. In
confirmation of this, Mr. Dunlop tells
us : —
" I had determined to go down the most
precipitous bank I could find, if my shot did
not prove fatal, and started back directly I
had 'fired to where my Ghoorka Shikaree was
standing, within thirty paces of us. A tre-
mendous crashing of trees followed the sound
of my gun, and I isaught sight of the Brinjara,
who had just been giving me such valorous
counsels, flying across country in a horrible
fright."
Decidedly wise on the part of the
Brinjara !
" As I was unpursued, I returned, and saw
the elephant lying dead a little way down the
bank."
A commissariat elephant with whom
Mr. Dunlop was acquainted, took it
into its head to kill an old woman as
she was filling her pitcher at the water-
course. Much as we may regret the
accident to the poor old body, we must
be forgiven in roaring with laughter at
the following letter, in which the cir-
cumstance was reported to him by one
of his native writers, who prided him-
self on the correctness of his English.
He gives it pure et simple.
" Honoured Sir,
" This morning the elephant of Major R ,
by sudden motion of snout and foot, kill one
old woman. Instant fear fall on the inhabi-
tants.
" Sir,
" Your most obedient Servant,
"MADAR Bux."
This reminds one, in its absurd pom-
posity, of the story told by the talented
authoress of " Letters from Calcutta."
She was jumping her new-born baby
up and down, and saying, " Baby, why
don't you speak to me1?" when her
nioonshee approached her with a salaam,
and said solemnly, " Madam, it is my
" duty to inform you that that child
" cannot, as yet, speak. He will not
" speak, madam, till he is two years old
" or more."
Mr. Dunlop gives us two chapters on
elephants, both highly interesting, the
second of which is devoted to the sub-
ject of hunting and killing that small-
brained but sagacious brute. He uses
a double rifle, sixteen bore, weighing
nineteen pounds, and carrying as much
as eight drams of powder. With this
handy little toy — just the sort of thing
to learn one's position drill with — he
fires at the centre of an imaginary line,
drawn from the orifice of the ear to the
eye, which will exactly penetrate the
brain, — " the only spot a sportsman can
" save his life by, when the elephant
" charges him, protecting the brain by
" curling up the trunk." Miss that,
and you will find your name in the first
column of the Times pretty quickly.
But, to conclude this subject, we, from
all we have read about elephant-hunting,
would give this piece of advice to those
who intend to practise it — Unless you
happen to have the nerve of one man
out of fifty — Stay at home.
Hush ! There is a sound abroad
upon the night- wind besides the gentle
rustling of the topmost forest boughs, —
a deep reverberating moan, low rolling
like the sound of distant guns, which
causes the Europeans to take their
cigars from their mouths and look at
one another, and the native servants to
converse in frightened whispers. A
royal tiger is abroad in the jungle, and
the forest is hushed before the majesty
of his wrath !
We should conceive that the sound
made by the great carnivorous animals,
when in search of food, must be one of
the finest things in nature. We alas !
have only heard it from behind prison-
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bars ; yet even there the snarl of the
hungry " painter," like the brattling of
some wild war drum, moves one's blood
strangely. Mr. Dunlop has been face to
face with the tigress in her lair, as have
many other of our Indian officers ; but
Mr. Dunlop, unlike some of our Indian
writers, gives us a really graphic idea of
what the situation must be like. He
singularly confirms a remark we made
just now, when speaking of Mr. Simeon's
took, — that the evidence of uneducated
persons must be taken with caution.
He says —
"At the first sharp turn in the course of
the trench, an animal rose out of it, and stood
for a second on the opposite bank, within sixty
yards of our line. I heard one of R 's
Qhoorkas deliberately pronounce the animal
before us to be a calf, carelessly assuming it
to be that which he thought most likely to be
met with on the spot, though in truth a full-
grown tigress."
His account of the startling appear-
ance of a tiger in the very middle of
the fair at Hurdwar in 1855, — in the
middle of a crowd of from two to three
millions of people, — is most graphically
told, and illustrated by an excellent
sketch of Mr. Wolf's. But we must
pass on to notice shortly the other parts
of the book, which treat of subjects less
known to the European reader.
The Doon is a tract of country lying
about 100 miles north of Meerut;
bounded east and west by the heads of
the Jumna (the Delhi river) and the
Ganges, north by the rapidly-rising
ranges of the Himalaya, and south by
the plains. Lying at the foot of the
hills, it seems to be composed of the
debris of the great mountains above, —
the highest ranges in the planet, — and
consists of clay and boulders. It is
covered with jungle and forest, and
swarms with game. From hence Mr.
Dunlop, following the heads of the
Ganges, crossed into Thibet, over a pass
18,000 feet above the sea, to the heads
of the Sutledge, killing a vast quantity
and variety of game on his way, — sam-
bah, the largest of Indian deer, cheetul,
hog-deer, para, porcupine, " pig," pea-
cocks, partridges, quail, and floriken.
" Cocks and hens," too, under the native
name of Moorghee, are very abundant,
though treated with contempt ; while
the natives use to hawk at curlew and
herons with the "baz," and Avith the
" behree " at peacocks, hares, and even
antelope.
The fish in this part of the world
must be spoken of with reverence.
The "Musheer" — the salmon of the
country — is caught with spinning tackle.
A ten-pounder is nothing. He runs up
to 80 and 100 pounds weight. He is
a mountain-fish, living in the highly
aerated waters among the rocks, never
descending to the plains. Your tackle
must be strong, for the villain "Gowch,"
or fresh-water shark, whose weight is
often 120 pounds, lies in wait for the
unwary angler, and causes him to swear
by taking his bait, playing much the
same game as a five-pound pike does
with a fine set of gut tackle.
Before taking us away to the hills,
Mr. Dunlop tells us a sad story, which
casts a gloom over an otherwise plea-
sant chapter, and is especially worthy
of note, as illustrating military life in
India, and for the wise remarks he
makes on the necessity of providing
amusement for the men, in the hot,
dismal, pestilential plains. So great
was the horror of our soldiers at
the dull detestable misery of their
situation, that it became the habit to
commit some trifling assault on an
officer, in order to get transported to
Australia. The thing must be stopped,
and orders went forth that the next
man who did it should die ! Shortly
after, a common soldier, an utter stranger
to the officer, threw his cap at an
assistant-surgeon, who was driving into
Meerut, with no earthly object but to
be transported. He was condemned
to death, and ordered for execution, in
spite of the surgeon's intercession. The
law is that, should the man not be
found dead after the volley is delivered,
the sergeant shall give him the coup-
de-grace. On this occasion, when the
rattle of the rifles died away, the man
was still kneeling, blindfold, by his
coffin, unhurt. A terrible alternative
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remained with, the sergeant. He did
his duty. He walked up to the kneel-
ing soldier, blew his brains out, and
went back to his barracks desperate and
reckless. Never, never more, was he
to grasp the warm hand of a friend,
never again to see his comrades' eyes
brighten when he approached. He was
a shunned, avoided man. Three days
he bore it : on the fourth he committed
suicide. We submit that this is one of
the most painful stories we have ever
read. Even the end of the "Tale of
Two Cities " is not more tragical.
But come, let us up and away to the
Ghats with Mr. Dunlop.
" Far off the torrent called me from the cleft,
Far up the solitary morning smote
The streaks of virgin snow."
Mr. Dunlop takes us up and on through
the hills, leading from range to range,
and giving us not only graphic and
accurate descriptions of the various
kinds of game to be killed, but also
a highly interesting and important ac-
count of the manners and customs of
our fellow-subjects in those wild regions.
Her Majesty's lieges in those parts, we
hear, are, in their social relations, not
polygamists, but polyandrists, — the wife
of one brother being common to the
rest of the family ; and we find, also,
that this astonishing arrangement tends
to a great disproportion in the sexes.
Mr. Dunlop found a village in which
there were 400 boys and only 120 girls ;
which he is not inclined to attribute to
infanticide, but rather to nature adapt-
ing the supply to the demand. In
these hills, also, the inhabitants are in
the habit of getting drunk on surrep-
titiously-distilled whisky (a custom we
have heard attributed to mountaineers
rather nearer home than the Himalayas).
Arriving at 8 P. M. at a village, he was
informed that it was useless to attempt
to see any one on business that night,
as they all were, or ought to be, drunk.
The women do all the work. As for
the men, they toil not, but curious to
relate, they do spin; in fact, they do
nothing else, except get drunk. They
go about with a yarn round their body,
in a state of obfuscation, and spin away
till they are too drunk to see. Taking
it all in all, we should say that no state
of society in the world approximates so
closely to " Queer Street," as the higher
ranges of the Himalayas.
And so, with many a pleasant story,
and many a scrap of valuable informa-
tion, we are led up over the dizzy snow
slopes, and under the gleaming glaciers,
into the Himachul, on the heads of the
Sutledge in Thibet, — the land of ever-
lasting snow, — the haunt of the Ovis
Ammon and the Bunchowr.
AT THE SEA-SIDE.
BY THE AUTHOR OF " JOHN HALIFAX, GENTLEMAN."
0 SOLITARY shining sea
That ripples in the sun,
0 grey and melancholy sea,
O'er which the shadows run ;
0 many- voiced and angry sea,
Breaking with moan and strain, —
I, like a humble, chastened child,
Come back to thee again ;
And build child-castles and dig moats
Upon the quiet sands,
And twist the cliff-convolvulus
Once more, round idle hands ;
No. 11. — VOL. n.
And look across that ocean line,
As o'er life's summer sea,
•"Where many a hope went sailing once,
Full set, with canvas free.
Strange, strange to think how some of
them
Their silver sails have furled,
And some have whitely glided down
Into the under world ;
And some, dismasted, tossed and torn,
Put back in port once more,
Thankful to ride, with freight still safe,
At anchor near the shore.
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Volunteering, Past and Present.
Stranger it is to lie at ease
As now, with thoughts that fly
More light and wandering than sea-birds
Between the waves and sky :
To play child's play with shells and
weeds,
And view the ocean grand
But as one wave that may submerge
A baby-house of sand ;
And not once look, or look by chance,
With old dreams quite supprest,
Across that mystic wild sea- world
Of infinite unrest.
0 ever solitary sea,
Of which we all have found
Somewhat to dream or say — the type
Of things without a bound —
Love, long as life, and strong as death ;
Faith, humble as sublime ;
Eternity, whose large depths hold
The wrecks of this small Time ; —
Unchanging, everlasting sea !
To spirits soothed and calm
Thy restless moan of other years
Becomes an endless psalm.
VOLUNTEEKLNG, PAST AND PKESENT.
BY JOHN MAKTINEAU.
To a student of the Law in Chambers
on a bright day in May, seeking for
mental illumination by the "gladsome
light of Jurisprudence," there will ensue
at times, after declarations and pleas
duly drawn, and evidence advised upon,
a decided distaste for "Chitty's Practice,"
to try to learn law out of which seems
very like reading " Liddell and Scott "
to learn Greek. His thoughts, perhaps,
wander to his last Position-drill, (for of
course he is a Volunteer,) and he tries
doing a little drill at the same time, by
reading, sitting on his right heel, " as a
rear-rank kneeling ; " which attempt
proving both uncomfortable and unsuc-
cessful, " Chitty's Practice " has to be
transferred to the refractory heel for a
connecting-link and cushion, and being
tnus fully occupied, cannot be any longer
read. So by way of lighter reading, and
in defiance of Chief Justice Wilmot's
dictum that " the Statute-Law is like a
' tyrant, where he comes he makes all
' void ; but the Common-Law is like a
'nursing-father, and makes void only
' that part where the fault is, and saves
' the rest," he turns to an early volume
of the Statutes, and remembering Mr.
Froude's history of those times, opens at
the reign of Henry VIIL to see if it is
possible to make out what a Volunteer
of the 16th century did, and thought,
and was like.
They are more than ever interesting
now, those quaint picturesque old Sta-
tutes, belonging as they do to the turn-
ing-point of English history, after the
death of the middle ages — times of as
redundant external vigour and enterprise,
and of greater change and development
of "inner life," than even these times
of railways and telegraphs ; when the
country had had half a century of com-
parative peace (as we have had since
the French war), to recover from the
<civil wars which had destroyed at once
the feudal aristocracy of the country
and the weapons with which they fought.
The long-bow was slowly yielding to
the " handgonne " and the " hagbut,"
as Brown-Bess has been driven out by
the Enfield and the Whitworth.
Fondly and pertinaciously did the
government of those days cling to the
tradition that the strength of England
was in the long-bow; and, when war and
threatened invasion menaced from one or
other of the two great empires of the
Continent, passed act after act against the
use of "crosbowes and hand-gonnes," and
making constant practice with the long-
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tow compulsory upon " every man being
" the King's subject within the age of
" sixty years," adding minute directions
for the supply of bows, and the erection
of practice-butts in every village in the
country.
In 1514 was passed a statute (con-
firming a previous one), enacting that
" no person from henceforth shote in
" any crosbowe, or any handgonne, un-
" less he have land and tenement to the
"yerely value of 300 marke." Eight
years later this shooting-qualification is
reduced to £100 a year. In 1534 a
special permission is granted, as a pro-
tection against their border enemies, to
the inhabitants of the "Countrees of NOT-
" thumberland, Durisme, Westmorland,
" and Comberland tokepe in their houses
" crosbowes and handgonnes for defence
*' of theire persones goodes and houses
" against Thefes Scottes, and other the
" Kynge's enemies, and for clensing -and
" scouring of the same only, and for none
" other purpose." A tacit admission this,
that the long-bow was not the best
weapon after all, and that the "thefes
•Scottes " required some more formidable
weapon.
fe But, alas ! Volunteers, in those days as
well as in these, sometimes forgot their
mission of " clensing and scouring the
Kynge's enemies," and used their
Aveapons for even worse purposes than
" shooting the dog ; " for in 1541 we find
that " divers malicious and evil-disposed
" persons of their malicious and evil-dis-
" posed myndes and purposes have wil-
" fully and shamefully committed divers
" detestable and shamefull murthers, rob-
" eries, felony es, ryotts and routs, with
" crosbowes, little short handguns, and
"little hagbuts, to the great pill and
"contynuall fear and damage of the
" Kyng's mostlovinge subjects .... and
" now of late the said evil-disposed per-
" sons, &c. doe yet daylie use to ride and
"goe in the King's highewayes. . . .with
" little hand-guns ready furnished with
" quarrell-gunpowder, fyer and touche, to
" the great pill, &c." It is therefore en-
acted that these fire-arms shall be of a
certain fixed length, " provided alway . . .
" that it shall be lawful! for all gentle*-
" men, yeomen, servingrnen, &c. to shote
"with any hand-gune, demyhake, or
" hagbut, at any butt or bank of earth
" onlye, in place convenient for the same
" . . wherebye they may the better ayde
" and assist to the defence of this Eealnie
" when nede shall require."
The first mention this, of butts for
ball practice. But it seems they were
not enough used, for again in 1548 we
find an act, described in the Act of
William III. (which repealed it,) as for-
bidding any one "under the degree of
" a Lord of the Parliament to shote any
" more pellets than one at any one time."
It seems very hard that a Lord of
Parliament's shoulder should have been
subjected to the recoil of a charge of
two bullets at once, and the "Statutes
Unabridged," on being referred to, do
not bear out the description. The Act
is "againste the shootinge of .hayle-
shote," and runs thus, — "Forasmuch
" .... as not onelye dwelling-houses,
" dove-cotes and churches are daylye da-
" maged ... by men of light conversacon,
" but also there is growen a customable
" manner of sho tinge of hayle-shott, where-
" by infynite sorte of fowle ... is killed
" to the benefitt of no man .... Also the
" sd use of hayle-shott utterly destroyeth
" the certentye of shotinge which in
" warres is much requisite, be it therefore
"enacted that noe person under the
" degree of a lorde of the Parliament
" shall from hencefore shoote with any
" handgonne within any citie or towne at
" any fowle or other marke upon any
" church house or dove-cote ; neither
"that any person shall shote in anye
'place anye hayle-shott or anye moe
' pellotts (bullets) than one at one
' tyme, upon payne to forfayte for everie
' tyme tennepoundes, and emprisonment
' of his bodye during three months."
But the churches were disturbed not
only by "pellotts" from without, but
(like our St. George's-in-the-East) by
rioters from within. Nor were they (as
there is good hope will be the case at
St. George's,) to be calmed by the devo-
tion and ability of one clergyman, under-
standing the wounded instincts of both
sides, and dealing gently, and patiently,
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and firmly with each. In 1552 sterner
measures were needed ; for we find that,
— "Forasmuch as of late divers and
" many outrageous and barbarous beha-
" viours and acts have been used and
" committed by divers ungodly and ir-
" religious persons by quarrelling, brawl-
" ing, fraying, and fighting openly in
" Churches and Church-yards, ..." it
is enacted that if the offence be by
words only, the offender shall be excom-
municated ; but that " If any person
"shall strike any person with any
" weapon in Church or Church-yard,
" or draw any weapon in Church or
" Church-yard, to the intent to strike
" another, he shall be adjudged to have
" one of his ears cut off. And if the
"person so offending have none ears
" whereby they should receive such
" a punishment, that then he or they
"to be marked and burned in the
" cheek with an hot iron having the
" letter F therein, whereby he or they
" may be known or taken for Fray-
" makers and Fighters."
It would be an endless, though not
uninteresting, task to trace out all the
Acts bearing upon topics so familiar to
our own days ; but there they are —
Sewers Acts, Poison Acts, Wine-Licenses
Acts, and what not.
The long-bow must soon have almost
disappeared, for we find English artillery
in the ships of Queen Elizabeth's cap-
tains superior beyond all comparison to
any that could be brought against it,
till, with our usual confidence and over-
security, allowing it to be exported freely,
Spanish ships came to be armed with
English metal; and in 1601, in a debate
on the subject, we find Sir Walter Eaw-
leigh complaining, "I am sure hereto-
" fore one ship of Her Majesty's was able
" to beat twenty Spaniards; but now, by
"reason of our own ordnance, we are
" hardly matched one to one "
Already half demoralized by such un-
lawful studies, how is a luckless law-
student to resist when one fine morning
there comes an offer from the war-office
of a place in the volunteer class of
musketry instruction at Hythe. There
is nothing for it but to leave the briefs
unread on the table and go. Two
or three hours travelling through the
meadows and hop-grounds of Kent, and
he is at the focus and head-quarters of
the rifle movement, and the present nine-
teenth soon drives out all thought of
the past sixteenth century. The town
is filling fast with Volunteers, who come
in by coach-loads after every train, and
soon settle down into comfortable little
lodgings in various parts of the town.
They muster for the first time, to the
number of eighty, next morning on the
parade-ground in front of the barracks,
and are told off into nine squads or
sections, grouped, as far as practicable,
according to counties. The Scotchmen,
(no longer " Thefes Scottes and Kynge's
enemies,") take post on the right as
section No. 1. Next come the Norfolk,
Suffolk, and Cambridgeshire men.
Middlesex, which sends a large quota,
makes up, with Surrey and Sussex, Nos.
3 and 4. Devon, Cornwall, and Somerset,
make up No. 5, and complete the right
wing. In the left wing are four sections
from the Midland, Northern, Southern,
and South-eastern counties.
It was a picturesque sight that mor-
ning, the nine many-coloured groups on
the fresh-mown grass. In front of the
barracks is a broad terrace of gravel,
with a lawn sloping gently down from
it towards the road, from which it is
separated by a row of fine elms ; and
under their shade each squad is drawn
up in line facing its Instructor, whose
red coat stands out in pleasing contrast
of colour against the bright green grass ;
while at the further end are a group or
two of regulars, drilling one another
and getting the " slang " by heart, under
the auspices of the adjutant, and amongst
them two or three magnificent figures
in fez or turban, negroes and mulattoes
from West India regiments.
Of the volunteers scarcely two uni-
forms are alike. Black or dark-green
seems to have least to recommend it.
It soon shows dirt and wear, is hotter
in hot sun without being warmer in cold
weather, and against most back-grounds
is quite as visible as red, with a more
qjlearly defined outline. Silver-lace, and
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such tawdry ornamentation, soon gets
shabby with Hythe use. Chains and
whistles did not often appear, their only
known use being to bring the dogs
within easy range. On the whole, the
least visible colour is the government
brownish-grey. Everything depends
upon the back-ground ; and the back-
ground is more likely to be of that
colour than of any other. Roads,
beaches, sandy rock, dry fallows, &c.,
are more or less brownish-grey; and
even under the greatest disadvantage, as
when seen against light green, a body
of grey men, lying still in long grass at
six hundred or seven hundred yards dis-
tance, might easily be mistaken for a
flock of sheep, or so many pieces of rock
or stone.
On the other hand, it is quite an open
question whether it is desirable to be
so invisible. At first it was laid down
that Volunteers were to act only as
skirmishers, or as half-drilled irregular
sharpshooters, resting on the regular
troops for support. But their number
now far exceeds that of the regular army
present at one time at home, and in case
of war and impending invasion would
be increased three or fourfold at least,
so that it is to be hoped we may count
upon having on an emergency at least
300,000 well-trained Volunteers. Now
300,000 men extended in files at skir-
mishing distance, six paces, or five yards,
apart, would form a line of skirmishers
426 miles in length. Supposing half
this force to be not engaged, and of the
remainder half, or 75,000, to form the
reserves, and a quarter, or 37,500, to be
in support, there would still remain a
line of front always ready to face the
enemy of 37,500 men, or more than
fifty-three miles of skirmishers, capable
of being reinforced or relieved at any
point and at any moment — a force ab-
surdly out of proportion to the numbers
of the regulars in line. It is clear that,
if all are to be available, they must be
prepared to act exactly as regulars, to
take any place and perform any evolu-
tion in the field of battle that may be
required of them. And here is the uset
of the old red-coat. What a relief to
the volunteer officer, in the excitement
of being under fire for the first time,
and in the blinding smoke and confu-
sion of the battle, to know that a red-coat
covers a friend, and all other colours a
foe ! What a horrible suspense to await
with cocked rifles the approach of a
body of men with no distinctive appear-
ance, some eager to fire on them, others
as certain that they are friends ; or if
the right word (to fire or to cease firing,)
has been given, each man forming his
own opinion and acting upon it, in the
consciousness (and this is our one weak
point,) that his commander has little, if
any, more intelligence and knowledge
and experience than himself !
As to shape, the best is something
looser than a tunic and closer-fitting
than a blouse. The 6th Wiltshire is
excellent ; but about the best specimen
is one that was made for the captain
commanding the 19th Middlesex, but
which he could not persuade his corps
to adopt. Under this a man may wear
(if he likes) as many waistcoats as
George IV., and thereby avoid the
inconvenience of a great coat. A desire
to look smart and soldierlike has been
the reason for many corps adopting the
tight wadded tunic. Some have gone
so far as to adopt the shape and fit of a
boy's jacket, which really in a portly
Briton looks too scanty for propriety.
Dandyism unfortunately bids fair to
be almost as mischievous amongst volun-
teers as red-tape once was in the army,
in the matter of uniform ; and, as it is
not likely to be extirpated in a hurry, it
must be taken into account as an inevi-
table evil. But why does dandyism still
crave after the Tight ? One had hoped
that the days of self-torture by means
of tight coats, tight boots, and tight
stocks were over. Are not the two
loosest of modern dresses also the most
graceful and becoming ; namely, a lady's
riding-habit, and a clergyman's surplice
(the latter, at least, as worn by under-
graduates, without hood or scarf or other
incongruous symbol of mundane learn-
ing)?
The great diversity of dress might be
a serious evil in the field. Could not a
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congress of commandants meeting at
Hythe or elsewhere agree upon some
uniform which the government, by giv-
ing a year or more of notice, might com-
pel all corps ultimately to adopt, as a
condition of receiving government rifles ?
Or there might be two patterns, say a
grey and a red, and each company or
corps allowed to choose between them ;
the former corresponding to the rifles,
and the latter to the infantry, of the
regular army. Already there are many
alike enough for all practical purposes.
If (as is reported,) the rifle-regiments of
the regular army are some day to adopt
grey, it will be a pity if the volunteers
do not take the opportunity of going
into either red or grey, so as to have
two standard colours for the whole mili-
tary force of the country.
But enough of dress : let us look at
the men. They are of course above the
average, not being of the over-worked
portion of the community. One or two
there are, remarkably powerful well-made
men, the like of whom (one believes) are
not often to be seen save in the land of
cricket, boats, and bathing ; and these
are fixed upon at once (though often
wrongly, as it proved,) as sure to be good
shots. All ages there are, from eighteen
to very nearly if not quite sixty. Many
are captains or other officers.
The instruction begins with Position-
drill ; which goes on for nearly a week,
to give strength and firmness to the left
arm and a correct shooting position. In
the pauses there is aiming at the In-
structor's eye, or at the little black dots
on the barracks (all the walls about
have black dots on them as if they had
had the smallpox) ; and all day long is
heard the click of the hammer as it falls
on the snap-cap. Presently, all are
marched up to the lecture-room or
school-room, and sit down on a form
like good boys, while the Instructor
names the different parts of the rifle
and lock, and then proceeds to catechize
each man in his turn.
The lesson over, the squads are dra\vn
up in column of sections. The word
"quick-march" is given, immediately fol-
lowed by "March at ease;" for it is
quite clear that the column will not
march otherwise than at ease, Volunteers
having very different ideas (very few of
which are recognised in the Manual,) as
to the best way of carrying an " Enfield "
on the tramp. An Englishman's march
at ease is a very steady tramp, though ;
and there is something characteristic
about it, which makes his nationality
recognisable a good way off as he comes
in sight over the brow of a Swiss moun-
tain. He generally keeps up an even
pace, and always keeps step with the men
alongside — a habit for which foreigners
sometimes laugh at us, being in general
not fond of walking themselves. The
column soon turns aside into a field
with a target in it, surrounded by the
usual smallpox-marked walls. Before
each section is a tripod, rest, and sand-
bag, on which each man in turn lays his
rifle for the criticism of the Instructor,
at what he considers a correct aim, — the
intervals of time being as usual filled
up with snapping at the smallpox
marks. Then column of sections again,
and another half-mile's tramp to the
"Shingles," for "judging-distance drill."
The "Shingles" are an important
feature of Hythe. They occupy a tract
of land two miles or more in length,
by perhaps half-a-mile in breadth — a
corner of Ronmey Marsh, once covered
by the sea ; and now an arid expanse
of deep beach-shingle, with only a few
thin rank blades of grass forcing their
way between the hungry stones, and
here and there, upon an accidental oasis
of firm earth, a bush of gorse or furze.
On one side is the sea, two or three
martello-towers, and a fort (the last just
reoccupied for the first time since the
last French war). On the other side the
greenest of hills, like the Isle of Wight
undercliff, covered with rich pastures.
On this shingle one or more fatigue-
men are posted at known distances.
The sections are told to look at them
attentively and observe how much is
visible at each distance, — number of
buttons, features, or colour of coat ;
other men are then posted at chance
• distances, and each volunteer in turn
guesses the distance, and his guess
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is taken down by the instructor. The
line tramps noisily and laboriously over
the shingles, stepping the distance,
which is then measured by a chain ; and
points given to each man according to
the correctness of his guess. At the
end of the drill the average of points
obtained in each section is taken, and
the sections march home in order of
merit, the one with the greatest number
of points triumphantly heading the
column. But it was chance-work, and
the section which was first on one day
brought up the rear on the next.
This completes the morning's work.
There is a muster again in the afternoon.
More Position-drill, more snapping,
more instruction in cleaning of arms, or
an excellent lecture from one of the
officers of the staff on the theoretical
principles of shooting.
When this is over, all further drill is
voluntary, and each section drills (or
does not drill), according to its taste.
Some fire blank cartridge (ball is not
allowed) ; some learn bayonet-exercise ;
and others wisely stick to position-
drill. A bathe in the sea fills up the
time till the mess-dinner, which is pro-
vided at the Swan for all who have no
wives, or have not brought them to
Hythe.
Thus, or nearly thus, passes pleasantly
enough the first week of the course.
Messing together for breakfast, lunch,
and dinner, we are soon on friendly
terms. Esprit-de-corps springs up in
each section, and a desire to obtain a
good " figure of merit." There is a
decided difference between the sections
in point of attention to drill and regu-
larity. The "Thefes Scottes," after the-
manner of their countrymen, are sedate
and patient of drill, and should by all
known rules of morality have obtained
the highest figure of merit. It must
be owned, however, that, though they
did well, they were beaten by sections
far less deserving.
Sunday comes round soon, and with
it leisure for an afternoon's walk about
the country round.
The sun of the good Cinque-Port of
Hythe set some five or six centuries
ago. It had run a good course though,
for a thousand years and more, and
been a worthy cradle, in Saxon, Norman,
and Plantagenet days gone by, for the
baby English navy — changing its site
and moving ever eastward after the re-
treating sea, as yard after yard, and mile
after mile, of sand and shingle were cast
up into the roads and port, leaving a
plain of arid beach and unhealth
marsh, till it was distanced in the chase
and left a good mile behind. And now
the crack of rifles and whirr of bullets
is heard where once rode at anchor
" caravels " and " shoters," and wine-
laden Bourdeaux merchantmen.
In Roman days Limne was the port.
Enormous masses of the ruined walls,
seamed with layers of red tile, lie on
the slopes of the hills some three miles
from the present town of Hythe. Stand-
ing above it, on the top of the steep
slope, and looking over Romney Marsh
at the distant Fairlight hills, one can
almost fancy the sheets of long grass
swept by the gale to be the waves of
the sea come back repentant to its old
haunts.
But before a Saxon keel grounded on
Kentish beach, Limne-port was dry
land, and West-Hythe (as it is now
called), a mile south-east, had taken
away its population and its trade. A
great fight was fought, it is said, on the
beach between Hythe and Folkestone,
in Ethelwolf's reign, with the Danes
retreating to their ships, and a great
slaughter of them made, so that their
bones lay whitening in sun and rain for
many a year, till some one gathered
them up, and covered them in Church
precincts ; and they lie now in huge
piles in a crypt of Hythe Church, some
of the skulls with a hole in them, as if
made by a spear or by the sharp end of
a battle-axe.
West-Hythe-port, 'in its turn, was
choked with sand and shingle, and was
left a straggling suburb to the new
town. Yet there still remain there the
ruins of a small chapel where, some
centuries later, in the Reformation-times,
the poor Nun of Kent preached and
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Thus gradually did Hythe reach its
present site, and there, under the Norman
and Plantagenet kings it was a flourish-
ing and famous Cinque Port. Close by
are the ruins of the great castle of Salt-
wood, where Becket's murderers passed
the night, and whence they rode in the
morning to Canterbury to do the deed.
In Edward the First's reign the French
showed themselves with a great fleet
before the town, and one of their ships,
having 200 soldiers on board, landed
their men in the haven : which they
had no sooner done, but the townsmen
came upon them, and slew every one
of them.
Leland (writing in the reign of Henry
VIIL) says : "Hythe hath been a very
" great, town in length, and contained
" four parishes that now be clean de-
" stroyed. . . In the time of King
" Edward ,11. there were burned by
' casualty eighteen score houses and
' more, and straight followed a great
' pestilence, and these two things
' minished the town. There remain
' yet the ruins of the churches and
' churchyards. The haven is a pretty
' rode, and lieth meatly straight for
' passage owt of Boleyn ; it croketh in
' so by the shore along, and is so bakked
from the main sea with casting of
' shingle, that small ships may come up
' a large mile towards Folkestone, as in
' a sure gut."
The "sure gut" is gone, but our
grandfathers sixty years ago were still
of Leland' s opinion (though they did not
view it in the same light), that Hythe
ky " meatly strayt for a passage owt of
Boleyn" (Boulogne), and (not feeling
quite easy about the Martello towers)
they set to work, and dug a military
canal along what was once the sea-line.
It starts from near Sandgate, and goes
north-west for nearly twenty miles, and
must have been a work of enormous
labour and cost. Whether it would be
of any use in case of invasion the mili-
tary authorities know best. At present
it has a reputation only for suicides and
smells. Near its south-eastern end, on
the breezy top of the cliffs above Sand-
gate, is the Camp of Shorncliffe — a row
of wooden one-storied houses three deep,
built along three sides of a rectangle,
nearly half a mile in length. Thence it
is less than eight miles to Dover castle.
So that our coast is pretty well watched
thereabouts, one hopes.
But to return to the musketry-in-
struction. The first week over, and arms,
feet, and shoulders trained, to the proper
position, ammunition is served out, and
the sections tramp off to the "shingles,"
each to its own target. Twenty rounds
are fired ; and, the day following, the
excitement begins. In the first period
all are in the third class — that is to say,
they fire twenty shots, five at each
distance of fifty yards from a hundred
and fifty to three hundred yards, at a
target six feet high by four broad. At
the first two distances very few shots
miss, and everybody feels sure of getting
the fifteen points, which it is necessary
to get in the twenty shots to pass into
the second class ; but at two hundred
and fifty and three hundred yards
misses are more frequent. When the
twenty shots are over, about five-and-
twenty unlucky men are short of the
number. A doleful group they look at
first, when told off into a section by
themselves for a second period in the
third class ! According to their different
shortcomings, they are called winkers,
blinkers, bobbers, and pokers, (or lame-
ducks,) which designations must be left
to the imagination and appreciation of
the reader, as being as unintelligible to
the uninitiated as they are patent to
the experienced. The General goes
down to the beach and comforts them ;
and by a hint or two many are so im-
proved, that they afterwards pass many
of those who had got into the second
class at the first trial. The shooting in
the second class, kneeling, at distances
from four to six hundred yards, goes on
at the same time. In twenty shots,
twelve points are to be made to pass
into the first class ; and great is the
excitement during the last five shots at
six hundred yards, when distance begins
to tell, and many are within a point or
two of their number but cannot hit,
and after a miss or a ricochet, entirely
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agree with, the Eoyal Irishman (the
only representative of his country, the
most popular man of the whole party,
and the life and soul of the mess,) when
he calls out " Bedad ! I wish somebody
"was kicking me down Sackville Street
"just now!"
Scarcely less anxious, each for the
success of the men under him, are the
Instructors. No Cambridge tutor was
ever more eager for the success of his
pupils, or more untiring in his zeal,
than were these good fellows about their
(sometimes unmanageable) squads.
And here let mo bear my humble
testimony, as far as my small expe-
rience goes, to the excellence of every
arrangement, not merely at Hythe, but
in all matters whatsoever connected
with the Volunteers with which the
War-office has had to do. It is really
wonderful to reflect how enormous a
body of men have been armed and
brought into something like organiza-
tion in a single year by a department
of the government already fully occu-
pied. Truly there has been no want of
administrative ability and patient in-
dustry here.
It is over at last ; and the skilful
and fortunate pass into the first class,
and shoot at distances 'up to nine hun-
dred yards. The second class (reinforced
by a batch from the third class, most
of whom passed at the second trial,)
shoot as before in the third and final
period, which determines the classifi-
cation.
To get a good class has been the one
object of life for the last fortnight, and
grave men are as eager about it as if
they were boys. Men take their success
very differently. A, who is accustomed
to be good at all points — a crack game
shot, a good cricketer, and a good oar —
frets and chafes under his second-class
as if he were ruined for life ; while B,
who with hard reading got only a second
at Cambridge, and pulled laboriously in
the " sloggers " all his time, has by long
experience learned that it is better to
content himself with mediocrity, and
takes his second-class contentedly, as
neither more nor less than he deserves,
half believing, with Tacitus, that "feli-
citas" is part of a man's mental constitu-
tion, which is born with him.
Most gratifying it is to meet with so
much encouragement from army-men.
Indeed, the Volunteers have been rather
too much complimented, and (except by
the small boys in the streets) have had
too much respect paid them. It is (or
ought to be) rather unpleasant for a
young Volunteer officer, who a year ago
did not know his facings, to be saluted,
as he walks down Oxford Street, by
a Crimean veteran with half-a-dozen
medals.
Cheering it is too to see on the whole
(there are exceptions, no doubt,) how
little exclusiveness there is ; how general
the wish that no one should be prevented
from joining by want of pecuniary
means :
" Che per quanto si dice piu li nostro,
Tanto possiede piu di ben ciascuno,
E piu di caritade arde in quel chi-
ostro."
How much better is loyalty than
jealousy for equality ! What if Eifle
Corps should be an instrument for ef-
fecting what agitations and monster
meetings seem only to have removed
farther off1? May it not possibly be a
greater privilege, a closer bond of union
between Englishman and Englishman,
to stand, to be ready if need be to fight,
side by side in the ranks, than for a
man to have the privilege of pushing
through a noisy crowd once in every
three or four years, to vote that A rather
than B, neither of whom he has never
spoken to in his life, should go as his
" representative " to Westminster 1
How pleasant too are the opportunities
which it affords of intercourse between
men of different pursuits and occupa-
tions, and with whom Dame Fortune
has dealt unequally. Not the least satis-
factory part of the day of a sham-fight
some fourteen miles from home, by
no means remarkable for good manage-
ment, or for ability on the part of some
of the commanders, was the tramp home
through the short midsummer-night to
the time of fragments of songs and
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choruses, with an occasional note from
the bugler by way of accompaniment.
Never before did those dull hard black
metropolitan roads seem so little dull to
the men of the 19th Middlesex as they
trudge over them, and the clocks in the
ugly churches strike the " small hours "
one after another, and road-side ginger-
beer women make fabulous gains, till
one by one the men drop off, (hoping
the house-door is on the latch) ; and the
toll-taker on Waterloo-bridge looks re-
signed and even benignant as the dimi-
nished remains of the Company, without
offering him. a farthing, pass over and
get home and to bed by the light of
the rising dawn, full of friendliness and
respect for their comrades, and not ill-
satisfied with their share of the last
twelve hours work ; for the ten pounds
weight of arms carried by a full private
is no joke on a long tramp : let him
who doubts try. Yet they are not
more tired or half so head-achy, or in
any respect less fit for church next
morning than if they had got home two
hours earlier, after spending Saturday
evening in a stifling theatre.
Is it not possible that in a generation
or two even government by party may
become less prominent in the list of our
National Institutions ? — that constitu-
ents and their representatives may come
to be of opinion that time and labour
and money spent Upon registration com-
mittees and conservative associations and
ballot societies may be worse than wasted1?
Five minutes' walk from Palace Yard
are foul haunts of disease and corrup-
tion, physical and moral, hardly sur-
passed in London, — corruption so ma-
lignant that even the masters of schools
and reformatories, with which it abounds,
hardly escape the contagion. All this
misery chiefly for want of proper drain-
age and decent dwellings — matters
surely within the scope of legislation !
But how can Parliament attend to such
matters ? Is not the Reform debate
taking up half the session 1 Has not this
loss rf time been an incalculable evil ?
What if modern Radicalism, (the more
restless discontented elements of it, at
least,) be showing symptoms of decrepi-
tude, having, for instance, in its extreme
need, or second childhood, taken to-
believing, or pretending to believe, in
French Imperialism, and be likely, ere
very long, taking a chill in the cold air
of Volunteering, to go the way of all
flesh, — the way of old-fashioned Tory-
ism and Whiggery,like them having done
its particular work, — proclaimed its par-
ticular truth, — on its death to be wrought
imperishably into the curious fabric of
English creeds and English history ?
May not this movement — by extending
as it does in a great degree, and as it
will do, it is to be hoped, far more, to
all classes — be a sign of hope that one
class is no longer afraid of another, no
longer struggling to get the power in
its own hands, and thus a period of real
union be ushered in, wherein, in the
absence of any merely political Reform-
Bills, there may be leisure'and inclina-
tion for undoubted Reform, financial,
municipal, educational, sanitary ? . The
staunch Church-and-State heroes who
rallied round the throne, and made
glorious the reign of Queen Elizabeth,
were not unworthy sons of the leaders
of the Reformation. Need the sons
of those who carried Roman -Catholic
emancipation, the first Reform-Bill, the
Poor-law, and Free-trade, be ashamed
to follow in their footsteps 1 l
1 With some of the sentiments which our
respected contributor has thought it right to
express in the few preceding paragraphs, I do
not quite agree. Volunteering, besides its
other uses, will have, I believe, a wholesome
effect on our home politics. But I do not
know that the nature or the range of that
effect is very calculable as yet ; nor do I think
it desirable at the outset that volunteering
should be identified with any one expectation
or calculation on the subject — particularly
with an expectation that there will thereby be
a cessation of interest in any order of political
questions. Rather, I think, Volunteers should
agree to consider volunteering as a unanimous
association to preserve for Great Britain,
against foreign force or threat, all that is,
has been, or may be, British; in the very
centre of which, surely, as Britain's greatest
speciality among the nations, is included the
right of her inhabitants to be Whigs, Tories,
or Radicals, as they see fit, and to wrestle out
their views on all subjects whatever by free
discussion and combination. The Whig
Volunteer defends the right of his comrade to
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403
But the course is over, and the Yolun-
teers must go back to other pursuits
and other thoughts. Yet, not without
regret that it is all over, does the
cockney Volunteer look back from the
top of the long steep hill at the shingles,
and the white targets, and the dark
sea; till the horses trot on to the station
and he is caught in the great railway-
web, and drawn, as with unseen clawr
deeper and deeper in its meshes to the
clutches of the great city, the huge "Web-
spinner of it all, back to the ceaseless
noise, and the pale faces, and the " glad-
some light of Jurisprudence."
HINTS ON PEOPOSALS.
BY AN EXPERIENCED CHAPERONE.
MOST women allow that in the course
of their lives they have gone through,
at least once, the ordeal of a "proposal,"
but then they feel bound in honour not
to disclose circumstances and particulars.
Men naturally enough utterly refuse to
detail their experiences on this subject.
Their Edith or Georgina sits at the
head of their table, and the mystical
words used to induce her to accept that
happy position, whether inspired by the
feelings of the moment, or guided by
the light of numerous previous failures,
we are never allowed to know. I, there-
fore, as an elderly matron, hope for
some gratitude from the rising genera-
tion, if I offer a few suggestions and
write down such information on this
mysterious subject as I have stored up
in the course of a long life.
In the first place, then : — Avoid too
much haste in matrimonial matters. A
clever writer in the Saturday Review
recommends no man to marry till he
has seen his beloved with a cold in her
head. If his affection will stand this
test, nothing, he thinks, can chill it;
but this writer, I gather from internal
evidence in his own article, is young
and a bachelor, and has evidently never
made a sea voyage. However, his theory
is good as far' as it goes, and might, if
generally acted upon, prevent some of
the contretemps arising from hasty
be a Tory ; the Tory Volunteer the right of
his comrade to be a Whig ; and if, out of the
comradeship, any higher sentiment can come,
overarching the difference of Whig and Tory,
so much the better ! — EDITOR.
offers of marriage. One such occurs to
me at this moment. A proposal was
written and sent by the post in the
days when letters travelled quietly at
the rate of ten miles an hour on the
mail coach. The anxious lover for the
first week breathlessly expected the
reply, but it did not come. The next
week he pined, and was sleepless ; still
no answer. The third week he became
indignant. "A civil acknowledgment
was his due. She was heartless, and a
flirt." The next week he despised her,
and congratulated himself on his escape ;
and, when at the end of it he received
his own letter back from the Dead
Letter Office, because he had in his agi-
tation forgotten to direct it, he had so
completely outlived his love that he
never proposed to that lady at all.
In the second place : — Always deal
with principals. If a girl is too young
to know her own mind, you had better
wait till she is older ; and, if she is too
undecided to judge of her own feelings,
why not choose some one a little wiser ?
I know a fine, disposition which was
soured, and the course of two lives
materially darkened, by a churlish old
father, who never told his daughter of
the declaration of attachment he had
received for her, because he considered
the income offered to be insufficient.
She thought her feelings had been
trifled with, and the man a heartless
flirt. Many years afterwards, she found
out, by accident, how much she had
misjudged him; but it was then too
late.
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Let me recommend young girls to shun
the man who is, even when making love,
wrapped up in himself and his own pur-
suits, instead of being able to throw his
mind into their occupations, or to sympa-
thise with their feelings. Such a man is
either narrow-minded or narrow-hearted.
I once saw a middle-aged invalid
making love to a young girl. After
making great efforts to secure an oppor-
tunity of meeting her, he drew his
chair close to hers, looked into her face,
sighed heavily, drew his chair still
closer, and, while she looked at him in
astonishment, and I in the distance
strained my ears to hear what tender
remark followed all this preparation,
I heard him whisper with great em-
phasis, "Who is your doctor]" I need
hardly say that the proposal failed
which followed this well-judged com-
mencement. A more- pardonable case
of a man's absorption in his own pur-
suits was that of a very shy lover,
whose one idea was horses. He never
found courage to propose till he had
persuaded the lady to go into the stable
and look at his favourite horse. There
he spoke, and there she answered yes.
But this was natural and pardonable ;
a shy man may need this vantage
ground, and, feeling his own inferiority
in the drawing-room, may yet be aware
of his superior knowledge and superior
power in the stable, where his horse is
his throne, and he himself a king.
Thirdly. — Never express strong deter-
minations on the subject of marriage,
unless you mean to break them. I have
seldom heard an old bachelor declare
that he had quite decided not to marry
without feeling sure that the subject
was engrossing a good deal of his
thoughts, and soon afterwards seeing
his marriage announced in the Morning
Post. If a man assures you he could
never marry a widow, or a fast young
lady, or a girl who is fat, he is sure to
do it ; and, when the young girls who
honour me with their confidence assure
me they never could marry a man
who is short, or who can't ride across
country, or who wears a beard, or who
has only 500£ a year, or a county squire
who rides without straps, or forgets to
wear gloves, I consider that their doom
is sealed, and that their husbands will
be the opposite of their youthful ideal
in these exact particulars. But people
fall generally du cote oil Von penche, and
the penchant of this generation is cer-
tainly not to idealize too much. Warn-
ing, therefore, on this head, is perhaps
unnecessary. Bather, I remind them
that imagination is, as Schlegel tells us,
a garden of Eden within us, which man
ought to dress and keep within bounds,
not ruthlessly fell
I plead, therefore, that a little romance
be still left around the proposal even in
this money-making and money-seeking
age. Let the words be spoken at a time
and in a place which imagination may
love to dwell upon, and beware of the
example of Sir 0. P. a well-known.
physician. He is said to have rolled the
note, in which he asked for the Duchess
of 's hand, round a phial of medi-
cine. She accepted the bitter draught
but refused the man. I have also heard
that a beautiful and accomplished lady,
who had become an enthusiast in fann-
ing with the view of benefiting her
tenants and dependents, was "proposed
to " in a new pig-stye by an eminent agri-
culturist, while they were discussing the
various arrangements and improvements
which might be made in the building.
Here an engrossing pursuit in common
had assisted the denouement; but such
similarity of taste may be but temporary,
and is a frail foundation for lasting union.
A north-country gentleman, a master
of hounds, and a man of much character
and originality, but shy and peculiar in
society, was by such similarity of taste
thrown much in the way of a lady who
rode well. My elderly cheeks tingle
with a blush while I write that, the
gentleman not improving the opportu-
nities given him of declaring his senti-
ments when riding home with the lady
after hunting, she took a step which,
as I am presenting the different aspects
and circumstances of proposals, I feel
bound, however unwillingly, to relate :
" Why should we not marry, Sir John 1"
she said. "Ah!" said Sir John; "I
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405
had often thought of it." And married
they were !
There are fatalities which seem to
attend upon some lovers — strange events,
unexpected meetings, which sometimes
promote, sometimes prevent, proposals.
A marriage took place not many years
ago, in the great world, where the two
lovers (long attached, but separated by
the desire of their parents) met under
an archway while each taking refuge in
London from a sudden shower of rain.
Neither of them had the least idea of
the neighbourhood of the other, when
the sudden meeting occurred which de-
cided the course of their future lives.
In another case the engagement was
broken off on account of limited means,
and the gentleman went abroad. Re-
turning after some years' absence, he
arrived late on the railway platform, and
rushed into the first carriage he reached,
just as the train was in motion. In it
he found (with her mother) the lady he
had been so long vainly endeavouring
to forget, and the meeting ended in one
of the happiest of marriages.
Hans Andersen gives in one of his
books an amusing account of a young
man, newly appointed to some official
position in the court of Copenhagen,
ordering his court dress in great haste,
that he might be present at a ball where
he meant to declare his attachment to a
beautiful girl whom he had long loved.
All went smoothly, and he was on the
point of proposing, nay, had spoken a
few preliminary words, when a button
gave way on the hastily-made court
dress. The lover rushed abruptly away,
and the lady, hurt at his unlooked-for
departure, made an engagement for a
sleighing party next day, where she
received and accepted the offer of an-
other lover. Thus, love, as well as life,
often hangs upon a thread.
In matrimony, as in other affairs, it is
all-important to put the critical question
in the way best adapted to the character
and disposition of the person concerned.
A gentleman who had several sisters
— agreeable, sensible, and, some of them,
fine looking women — was one day asked
how it happened that they had all
reached middle age unmarried. "I will
explain," he replied. " Proposals with-
out attentions, and attentions without
proposals ; this is the clue to my sisters'
single life." To take an opposite ex-
ample. A friend of mine with a warm
heart .and quick impulses is much in the
habit of decidedly negativing any propo-
sition when first made to her, merely on
account of its novelty. One day, while
referring to her happy marriage, I en-
quired how it happened, with her
dislike to new suggestions, that she did
not say JVo, when her husband proposed
to her. "Ah !" she said, "I did; but
he knew my habit, and put the question
in such a way that saying no meant
yes."
Lastly : — Always secure your retreat in
love as in war. This is a precaution never
to be neglected. Mr. A , brother
to the late Lord Z , whose proud
and haughty temper was proverbial,
proposed to a lady in Portman-square
Gardens. After being refused the re-
jected lover turned away from her in
great indignation, but, finding the gate
of the garden locked, was obliged to
return to the lady to petition for the
key. Another case, still more trying, was
that of a gentleman travelling in North
America, who, after being hospitably
received in the house of an officer high
in command there, proposed to his
host's daughter, the evening before his
intended departure, and was refused.
A deep fall of snow came on in the
night; the roads became impassable; and
the poor man, to his unspeakable mor-
tification, was detained for a week in
the house with the lady who had re-
jected him.
Such are some of the incidents re-
lating to proposals which occur to me at
this moment. Stranger and more varied
cases will probably rise up to the me-
mory of most of my readers, surrounded,
in some instances, by sad and softening
recollections ; embittered, in others, by
long and unavailing regrets.
Paiise, then, and prosper, my young
reader. Bear with you on your path-
way the elderly chaperone's best wishes
for your happy entrance into this land
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The Eclipse Expedition to Spain.
Remember the Italian
of promise,
proverb —
"E mezzo arniato
'Che di buon' donna e amato,"
and believe that a marriage based on
mutual esteem, built up by lasting
affection, and crowned with heaven's
blessing, is the fair remnant left us on
earth of the institutions of Paradise.
S. W.
THE ECLIPSE EXPEDITION TO SPAIN.
BY WILLIAM POLE, C.E., FELLOW OP THE ROYAL ASTRONOMICAL SOCIETY.
A TOTAL eclipse of the sun is an event
which never fails to excite great atten-
tion, not only on account of the gran-
deur and importance of the phenomena
which attend it, but on account of the
extreme rarity of its occurrence in any
given locality.
The phenomena, even as presenting
themselves to an uneducated spectator,
are indeed striking. The sudden blotting
out of the great orb from the face of
nature, while still high in heaven ; the
substitution for it of a celestial appear-
ance as splendid as it is novel ; the
supernatural effect on the landscape ; —
all these things cannot fail to produce
an impression which, once seen, even
for the few seconds they last, can never
be effaced from the mind. And then
the interest of the occurrence is very
great in a more scientific point of view.
The proof its prediction affords of the
amazing degree of accuracy to which we
have brought our astronomical calcula-
tions, and the data it gives for still
further improving them, are inestimable
to the mathematician ; the singular and
mysterious appearances which present
themselves around the solar disk afford
to the physical astronomer most interest-
ing glimpses of the nature and consti-
tution of our great luminary — obscure,
it is true, but still such as he can, as
yet at least, obtain in no other way;
and finally, we have in an event so
abnormal as a total eclipse many other
phenomena, meteorological and the like,
which it is extremely important, for the
general benefit of science, to register
and trace.
The interest of this phenomenon is
moreover much enhanced by the extreme
rarity of its occurrence in any given
locality. While a total eclipse of the
moon is visible to the whole terrestrial
hemisphere to which she is above the
horizon, one of the sun is only total to a
very small portion of the earth's surface.
The moon's shadow, passing across the
earth, forms only a narrow belt or stripe
of from 100 to 150 miles wide, and it is
solely within this space that the total
obscuration can be seen. And when
it is considered that this shadow belt,
even when it crosses the earth centrally,
which rarely happens, forms much less
than one-hundredth part of the earth's
surface, it may be easily imagined that
the chances of its falling upon, or even
within a reasonably accessible distance
of any given locality, are very remote.
A great many total eclipses fall on the
ocean, or near the poles, or otherwise in
places that may be considered altogether
inaccessible to the more civilized of the
earth's inhabitants.
The line of shadow of the eclipse of
the 18th of July last began at a high
latitude in North America, traversed the
Atlantic,1 formed a broad belt obliquely
across the north of Spain, crossed the
Mediterranean to Algeria, and passed
over the deserts of Northern Africa till
it ended near the Red Sea. It was thus
easily accessible to European astrono-
mers ; the districts were considered
favourable for the chance of fine wea-
ther, and the totality was to be of some-
what long duration. The conjunction of
1 It is believed that the Hero, which sailed
from Plymouth a few days before the eclipse,
conveying the Prince of Wales to Canada,
put herself in the line of totality to afford
H.R.H. a view of this grand phenomenon.
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407
all these circumstances caused the event
to he looked forward to with much in-
terest, and many were the projects enter-
tained by private astronomers for under-
taking its observation ; but in the
meantime the concurrent efforts' of three
individuals, whose names will stand
conspicuous in the English records of
this eclipse, conspired to give the plans
or this purpose more definite form.
The first was Mr. Warren de la Eue,
who had for some years given special
attention to the application of photo-
graphy to celestial subjects, and who
had erected, and successfully worked, an
instrument at Kew Observatory for the
purpose of photographing the sun. Mr.
De la Rue saw how great the advan-
tages to science would be if photographs
of the appearances during totality could
be obtained ; and he resolved to under-
take the difficult task, if he could pro-
cure the necessary facilities for the
transport and fixing of the somewhat
cumbersome preparations he would re-
quire. Here stepped in another amateur,
Mr. Charles Vignoles, the engineer of
a railway in course of construction in
the north of Spain, running for its
whole length precisely in the path of the
shadow. He generously offered to pro-
cure for any number of astronomers,
with any amount of apparatus, who
would present themselves on his terri-
tory, all possible facilities ; and, taking
a bold initiative, he further went to
the trouble of preparing, and to the ex-
pense of publishing for gratuitous distri-
bution, an elaborate and beautiful map
of the shadow-path over the whole dis-
trict, accompanied with a book of valu-
able detailed information for the guid-
ance of those who might visit the
locality. Last, though not least, came
the Astronomer Royal of England, Pro-
fessor Airy, who, giving the weight of
his sanction to Mr. De la Rue's projects,
and seeing the great advantages to be
derived from Mr. Vignoles' s co-opera-
tion, undertook to organize an expedi-
tion of astronomers and scientific men
for the purpose of observing the eclipse.
His first step was to communicate with
the Government, and request their aid.
This they consented to give with a
promptitude and a neglect of red tape
which does them unwonted honour.
They agreed to put a steamer at the
Astronomer Royal's disposal, for the
gratuitous conveyance of the astrono-
mers and their apparatus to and from
the coast of Spain; and they further
made interest with the Spanish Govern-
ment to relax in their special case any
vexatious custom-house or passport regu-
lations, and to afford the expedition all
the countenance in their power.
Invitations to join the expedition
were sent to the most eminent astrono-
mers of Great Britain ; and, with much
liberality, the Astronomer Royal accepted
freely the co-operation of many astrono-
mical amateurs and other scientific men,
who volunteered to join, and who gave
reasonable prospect of being able to
contribute to the general results. It
was in this way that I obtained per-
mission to form one of the party.
As I had never seen a total eclipse
before, I did not feel warranted in
undertaking any particular subject of
attention in s/> new a field, but reserved
myself for the general observation of
the phenomena, without any predeter-
mined plan, further than taking all the
precautions necessary to make my obser-
vations as good as the circumstances
would permit. I resolved to eschew
any great size, power, or complexity of
telescope, contenting myself with a
tolerable sea-glass by Elliott, thirty
inches long, two-inch object glass, and
magnifying about twenty times. It was
absolutely necessary to have a stand,
and for some time I was puzzled how
to contrive this without burdening my-
self with a heavy package ; but at last
I bethought myself of using my camera-
stand, which I had to take for photo-
graphic purposes, and which folded up
into a single stick for convenience of
carriage. On this I managed, by a very
simple contrivance, partly taken from
England and partly made by a carpenter
at Vitoria, to scheme a rough mounting
for the telescope, which I fixed equa-
torially. I further thought it might
be desirable to have a wire in the
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field, as an index to the position of
anything I might see ; and as I had
neglected to get this inserted before I
left England, I was obliged to do it
myself in Spain, by fastening a hair
across the diaphragm of the eye-piece.
For the time — an important considera-
tion even for general observers — I
trusted to a compensated lever watch,
by Frodsham, which, though sometimes
eccentric and troublesome, has the
faculty of going like a chronometer
when it is in a good humour, as fortu-
nately it remained during the whole
journey. But it occurred to me that
my watch might stop, or that I might
forget to wind it up, and so lose the
time ; which would have been awkward,
as, when out of the way of others of
our party, probably nobody in the dis-
trict could tell the time to within half
an hour. So I took with me a pocket-
sextant and an artificial horizon, with
which, by an observation on the sun or
a star, I could obtain the time for my-
self in any place without troubling any-
body. A small azimuth compass, fitted
with one of my own clinometers, for
measuring heights, distances, &c., and
a small photographic apparatus, com-
pleted my scientific provisions, the whole
of which did not fill half a moderate
sized portmanteau.
We had been informed that the vessel
destined to take us was the screw-steamer,
the Himalaya, and that she would leave
Plymouth on Saturday morning, the 7th
July. This date allowed eleven days to
reach the localities and prepare for the
observations — a time apparently longer
than was necessary ; but, as all who were
acquainted with" the country had insisted
on the importance of arriving early in
Spain, the Astronomer Eoyal, knowing
that eclipses wait for no man, wisely
decided to leave a good margin for con-
tingencies.
I accordingly left Paddington by the
express train, on the morning of the
6th. Professor Airy, the chief, and
a great number of the other members of
the expedition were also in the train.
Detained by slight accidents, we arrived
at Plymouth one hour later than our
proper time ; and, after a due amount
of confusion at the Plymouth station,
attributable to the puzzling array of
scientific packages brought down by the
astronomers, we got to Mile Bay Pier,
where we found small tender steamers
in waiting, to take us off to the Hima-
laya. Arrived on board the large vessel,
the allotment of comfortable berths, and
a capital dinner, made us feel at once
at home. Next morning after receiving
a few passengers who had loitered on
shore, we weighed anchor, and steamed
out past the breakwater about half-past
ten.
The Himalaya is one of the largest
and finest steamers in the world, after
the Great Eastern. She is of iron, and
was built in 1853 by Messrs. Mare and
Co., of Blackwall, for the Peninsular
and Oriental Company. She passed
into the possession of the Government
some years afterwards, and has since
been used as a troop-ship, on which
service she was employed in the Crimea
during the Russian War. She is about
3,500 tons burthen ; about 350 feet long,
forty-six feet beam, and thirty-five feet
depth in the hold, drawing twenty feet
of water. She is fitted with horizontal
trunk engines, by Penn, of about 700
nominal horse-power, and has one of
Griffith's patent -screws. The engines
during our trip made usually about fifty
revolutions per minute, and the speed
obtained was eleven to twelve knots
per hour ; but it was said that this
speed could be much exceeded when de-
sired. She has a handsome saloon,
about 120 feet long, by twenty-eight
feet wide, with spacious cabins on
each side ; and there are also a series of
comfortable cabins on the lower deck.
She has well-arranged accommodation
forward, and can carry 1,500 men.
Our routine on board this splendid
vessel was pleasant enough. Most of
the passengers, when the weather was
fine, were up and on deck early. We
breakfasted about half-past eight ; about
nine came the observations for the lon-
gitude, and at noon those for the lati-
tude, in both which such of the savans
as had brought sextants took part. We
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had a little joking as to this. Some were
congratulating themselves on the im-
possibility that, with such an astounding
amount of astronomical science on board,
the ship could go wrong : others pro-
fanely quoted the adage about "too
many cooks," while I fear the good-
natured captain and his master merely
set us all down as land lubbers, and
quietly ignored our nautical science
altogether. Shortly after noon we
lunched ; at six we dined ; at eight we
had tea; and at ten grog. Everybody
who has been at sea, and in eating con-
dition, knows that the meals form the
chief points of interest to the idle pas-
sengers, and I should be an ingrate if I
did not testify how well the Admiralty
had provided for us in this particular.
Soon after ten we were obliged to go to
bed ; for, about eleven, a stern marine
came round to the cabins, with an irre-
vocable decree to put out all the lights.
The party on board consisted of about
fifty or sixty in number ; partly pro-
fessional astronomers, partly eminent
amateurs of astronomical pursuits, and
partly general men of science, interested
in the eclipse. Among the former may
be mentioned, in addition to the Astro-
nomer Eoyal of England ; Mr. Otto
Struve, director of the principal Eussian
Observatory at Pulkowa, with assistants ;
Captain Jacob, late of the Madras
Observatory ; and a deputation of astro-
nomers from Norway ; among the latter
classes were Mr. Lassell, Mr. Warren
de la Eue, Professor Grant, Mr. Lowe,
Dr. Pritchard, and several other well-
known names. Our party was also
enlivened by the presence of a few
ladies, relations of some of the principal
passengers.
At about ten P.M. of the 7th we
passed Ushant light, and entered the
Bay of Biscay, and soon afterwards
turned to the eastward, pointing our
course directly to Bilbao. The next
morning, Sunday, the 8th, we had a
moderate breeze from the eastward,
which gave us some rolling, and con-
siderably thinned the breakfast-table.
Prayers were read at eleven o'clock
on the fore main-deck. In the after-
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noon we had thunder and rain, but the
wind lulled, and in the night speed was
slackened. About four A. M. the coast
came in sight, to the eastward of our
port ; and, when we turned upon deck
in the morning, we found ourselves
running along the coast, making for
the little Bay of Portugalete, in which,
after taking a Spanish pilot on board,
we anchored at about eight A. M.
It may be well to give a little more
particular account of the locality where
the eclipse was to be observed. The
moon's shadow, under which it would
be total, fell upon the southern coast of
the Bay of Biscay, occupying two-thirds
of the whole extent between Bayonne
and Corunna. From thence, crossing the
range of the Pyrenees, and proceeding
inland, it formed a belt of about 130
miles wide, striking across the country
in a south-easterly direction, and quit-
ting Spain on the coast of the Mediter-
ranean, between Barcelona and Alicante.
The shadow included in it the consider-
able ports of Bilbao and Santander, in
the Bay of Biscay, and of Valencia in
the Mediterranean ; as also the im-
portant inland towns of Oviedo, Vitoria,
Burgos, Logrono, Tudela, and Saragossa.
The English expedition were to occupy
the western portion of this belt, and
the Astronomer Eoyal had recommended
that, for various astronomical and me-
teorological reasons, the observers should
be spread as much as possible over the
district. In accordance with this sug-
gestion, the party had been divided into
two sections, one landing at Bilbao, and
the other at Santander, from which ports
they were to distribute themselves into
the interior. As I belonged to the
Bilbao party, I must follow their for-
tunes in my history.
We had scarcely cast anchor, when
we observed two small steamers coming
out to us. One was an excursion vessel
from Bilbao, crowded with curious
Spaniards, who had been tempted to
come out under promise that they would
be allowed to view the great English
steamer, (as unwonted a sight to them as
the " Great Eastern" was to the inha-
bitants of New York;) but bitter was
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their disappointment when our Captain
politely told them it was impossible for
him to receive strangers on board at
that time. The other steamer was one
courteously sent out by the authorities
of the place, many of whom were on
board her, to convey us and our luggage
up to Bilbao. Soon after ten we were
all transferred, and left the good ship
with mutual cheers.
Bilbao is situated about six or eight
miles up a narrow picturesque river, the
Nervion, whose windings are " the
Bilboes," where in steam-tug-less days
our ancient mariners feared to be " pen-
ned," and to whose entanglements Beau-
mont and Fletcher compares the noose
of being married. It has a shallow and
dangerous bar at the mouth, but higher
up its channel is enclosed between walls
and kept tolerably deep, so that good-
sized vessels can arrive within a mile or
two of Bilbao. The city itself, however,
is only to be reached by smaller craft,
at high water ; when they go alongside
a handsome quay, forming part of the
" paseo" or public promenade of the town.
On this occasion, the tide not serving,
we were obliged to land at the lower
point, and walk up to Bilbao, the steamer
following with the baggage, as soon as
the water rose. And here we at once
-began to experience the results of the
zeal and kindness of Mr. Vignoles, who,
as I have already said, had promised, in
his capacity of Engineer-in-Chief to the
Bilbao and Tudela Eailway, to afford
the expedition every assistance in his
power. The Eailway Company on his
suggestion appear to have put almost
everything aside for the time in favour
of science — the whole of the available
strength of the establishment, from the
managing director and the chief engineer
through all the various grades down to
the labourers, being converted into either
astronomers or astronomers' assistants.
Mr. Vignoles himself received into his
house the chiefs of the expedition ;
others were billeted upon officials ; and
even those for whom no private homes
could be found, had all possible help
afforded them. The gerant of the
Eailway, Senor Montesino, exerted him-
self to the utmost, in all sorts of waysr
for our benefit ; and, as he possessed in-
fluence in high quarters, his offices were
of the greatest value. The English
contractors, through their resident
agents, also lent their aid, and in par-
ticular undertook the conveyance of a
large quantity of cumbersome apparatus
over the mountains into the interior.
Many of the junior engineers were told
off to accompany and act as interpreters
and assistants to those parties who did
not understand the language; and every
person connected with the railway, who
possessed sufficient ability, was instruct-
ed to take careful observations at the
tune of the eclipse, and to report them
to head quarters.
On Tuesday, the 10th, a meeting
of all hands was called at the Eail-
way Office, the Astronomer Eoyal pre-
siding, for the purpose of settling finally
as to the stations to be occupied by the
different parties; and the Astronomer
Eoyal, after registering the situations to
be occupied, gave instructions and sug-
gestions as to the most important points
to be attended to in each. In the after-
noon another meeting was held, at Mr.
Vignoles's, to compare the different
chronometers, and to settle the true
Greenwich time ; after which we were
left to find our way to our various points
of observation. Here, then, I must take
leave of the rest of the party, and con-
fine my narrative to the proceedings of
myself and one companion. As, fortu-
nately, I was somewhat acquainted with
both the language and the country, we
were able to get on comfortably without
any assistant or interpreter.
We had not quite decided as to the spot
where we should station ourselves ; but,
as we proposed it should be somewhere
near Vitoria, we left Bilbao for that
place on Wednesday morning by dili-
gence. We followed the Bayonne road
as far as Durango. We then turned off
and took a fine picturesque pass through
the mountains to the southward. The
ascent was so long and steep that the
diligence had to be drawn up by oxen,
but the southern side sloped much more
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about 1,800 feet above the sea, on
which Vitoria stands.
This is a pleasant little town, of
about 10,000 inhabitants, lying on the
main road from France to Madrid, and
furnished with good hotel accommoda-
tion ; and we found ourselves so com-
fortable at the Hotel Pallares, that we
determined, if possible, to find an eli-
gible station within easy reach of the
town. "We met, at the same hotel, M.
Miidler, the astronomer of the Eussian
Observatory at Dorpat, who had come
with one or two friends to see the
eclipse, and who was afterwards joined
by M. D' Arrest, of Copenhagen, and
M. Goldsmidt, of Paris. We had at
first thought of joining them ; but,
when it appeared that they had chosen
a site on the flat plain close to the
town, that it was to be enclosed with
ropes like a prize ring, and that the
crowd who would naturally flock to the
spot would be kept at bay during the
eclipse by a guard of soldiers, I declined
to take any part in such an exhibition,
and preferred the selection of an elevated
knoll about two miles south of the town,
from which we should have the ad-
vantages of a fine and extended land-
scape, and, at least, a tolerable chance
of observing in peace and quietness.
On Friday, the 13th, we paid a
visit to the station occupied by Mr. De
la Kue, near Miranda del Ebro, and
were glad to find he had his house and
instrument erected, and his photo-
graphic apparatus in promising order.
But the general interest of everybody
now began to turn upon the weather.
Since our landing it had been very un-
satisfactory ; we had had occasional sun-
shine, but heavy clouds had prevailed.
We at first thought that the clouds
might be only local to Vitoria ; but
accounts we heard from other parts
proved their existence in the whole
neighbourhood. On Saturday afternoon,
however, it cleared up, and became by
night beautifully fine and clear ; and
when we saw that this continued on
Sunday, it may be guessed how our
courage rose. Little doubt was enter-
tained that all would henceforth be
serene. At the six o'clock table d'hote,
our spirits were exuberant ; we had a
truly gorgeous southern summer's day,
the whole sky cerulean, with not a
vestige of a cloud to be seen. During
dessert, however, my eye caught sight,
peeping over the distant hills to the
southward, of two or three of those
massive brilliant- topped cauliflower-look-
ing clouds, which are so well known to
meteorologists as huge repositories of
threatening electricity. "What does
that mean 1 " said I, pointing the ap-
pearance out to an eminent astronomer
sitting by me. " Oh," replied he, but
with a little evident hesitation in his
manner, and pulling up suddenly in the
middle of a plate of delicious wild straw-
berries, "nothing, I hope. Probably
only some evening mists at a distance,
after the fine day." Nothing more was
said, and no one else appeared to notice
the cauliflowers ; but when, a quarter-
of-an-hour afterwards, we turned out to
take our after dinner stroll, a general
change in the appearance of the sky, and
masses of black opaque scud that began
to pour over the Pyrenees from the
northward, gave evident signs of ap-
proaching disturbance. The clouds soon
opened and thickened ; faint flashes of
lightning and distant thunder followed;
and about ten o'clock down came a
heavy thunder storm, which lasted, with
slight intermissions, for nearly twelve
hours.
Now thunder storms have two dif-
ferent habits. Sometimes they are mere
episodes in fine weather, serving rather
to improve than to damage it, nature
bursting out with unwonted splendour
and freshness after the disturbing elec-
tricity has been exhausted from the
charged atmosphere. But they are also
sometimes indications of more perma-
nent meteorological disturbance, usher-
ing in an enduring change from good
weather to bad. It will be easily ima-
gined that we all found ourselves on
Monday morning studying this distinc-
tion, and exerting our best philosophical
discrimination either on one side or the
other. In the early part of the day the
advocates of the permanent bad weather
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hypothesis had the advantage, for
though the rain and thunder had ceased,
the heavy clouds remained ; but towards
evening the sky reappeared, and the
episodical doctrine was in the ascendant.
Sad indeed was our " madrugada," as
the Spaniards call it ; — our " getting up
early/' on Tuesday the 17th, and sad
indeed were our spirits during the day.
The heavens were covered with thick
clouds — not the lively isolated passing
fleeces which would seem to give us
hope rather than despondency, but
dogged determined looking banks, so
nearly stationary that we could not tell
from which quarter the wind blew, and
which seemed to mock us, saying, "Here
we are, ye astronomers, and here we
intend to remain till after the new moon ;
we wish to be present at the eclipse, and
we have the priority." Things were
indeed looking serious. We had come
nearly 1,000 miles to see a phenomenon
of three minutes' duration, on the pre-
sumption that the climate would afford us
a clear sky ; and here we were, within a
few hours of the time, in as thoroughly
English atmospherical conditions as
those which shut out from us at Blis-
worth the great annular eclipse of March
1858.
Time wore on, and no improve-
ment took place. Those who were
going to other stations had left, hoping
for better luck there ; but more new
arrivals had taken their places, and the
hotel was literally crammed with de-
spondent astronomers and their belong-
ings. The only hope seemed to lie in
prompt removal to some other part of
the country, if any such could be found
within reach, where better atmospheric
conditions prevailed. The foreign as-
tronomers I have alluded to would pro-
bably have gone elsewhere if they
could, but after the parade made for their
accommodation, this was impossible.
To us, however, burdened with no
such ties, it seemed imperative to make
an effort in this way; and our attention
was directed to three points, which,
being further in the interior, we thought
might be more favourably situated. The
first was Miranda, and we at once tele-
graphed to Mr. De la Rue, to ask how
he fared. His reply showed he was no
better off than ourselves. The second
was Burgos ; but we heard that there
the weather was worse than at Vitoria.
The third was Logrono, of the climate
of which we had heard a very favour-
able account from an intelligent Spanish
gentleman at Vitoria. He knew the
district well, and would undertake, he
said, that we should have better wea-
ther if we would go there. We pro-
posed that he should substantiate his
recommendation by getting at once a
telegraphic intimation of the state of
the weather at the time ; which he did,
and the answer was — " Sol con nubes."
We had had plenty of " nubes," but no
"sol;" and as this showed a manifest
advantage in the locality, we decided at
once (for there was no time to lose) to
go to Logrono, by the diligence start-
ing from Vitoria at 10 P.M., in which
we found a sufficient number of places
free.
The night remained cloudy, and there
was a little ominous lightning on the
journey, but in the morning, as we de-
scended the valley of the Ebro, the
weather gradually improved ; the clouds
broke, and took a lighter character, and
the sun began to appear.
We arrived at Logrono about eight
o'clock on the morning of Wednesday
the 18th : we had consequently but a
very short time left to prepare for our
observation, as the eclipse was to begin
between one and two P.M. We had
been recommended to station ourselves
on a hill called "La Cantabria," about
a mile east of the town, and as this
appeared eligible we adopted the sug-
gestion. Having got our instruments in
order we started as soon as we could,
with an intelligent Spanish fellow lent
us for a day or two by Mr. Vignoles,
and a couple of boys as porters, and
arrived on the spot before mid-day. It
was an elevation immediately overlook-
ing the Ebro, on the north bank, and
about 350 feet above it ; and it com-
manded a wide view over the plains, the
landscape being bounded by ranges of
hills many miles distant in all directions.
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"We chose an eligible spot, and had soon
got our instruments fixed and adjusted,
waiting leisurely the commencement of
the eclipse. A difficulty, however, here
arose which- threatened at one time to be
serious, namely, the nocking to the spot
of people from the town. I had already
noticed, with some pleasure, the interest
excited by the eclipse among the natives
generally, and the desire that had often
been manifested to obtain information
about it ; but we were hardly prepared
for a manifestation of curiosity coming
so yearly home to ourselves. The arri-
vals increased fast as the eclipse went
on ; and, notwithstanding the exertions
of ourselves and our man, the people
began to crowd inconveniently close to
us, with some noise and disturbance. I
had remonstrated for some time, and
tried to persuade them that other points
on the hill would answer their purpose
fully as well as that where we stood ;
but this appeared quite ineffectual, and,
when I saw long strings of new comers
winding slowly up the hill, and direct-
ing their files exactly upon us, I confess
my heart failed me, and I began to con-
sider the advisability of moving our
station further away before the totality
came on. All at once, however, actuated
either by some inward compunction, or
by some other motive I have never been
able quite to understand, they, with one
unanimous impulse, suddenly drew back,
distributed themselves quietly over the
hill, and sat down in a most orderly
manner upon the grass.
The time of totality is so short, and
the observer, if he has never seen a
total eclipse before, and has any sensi-
bility to the sublime in nature, must be
so overpowered by the novel and super-
natural effect of the scene, that it will
be impossible for him to remark with
any accuracy more than a small fraction
of what there is to observe. It is, there-
fore, only by the careful subsequent
comparisons of the accounts of many
observers that anything like a definite,
complete, and accurate description of the
phenomena of the eclipse can be ob-
tained. In the present case it has been
arranged that all the reports of the
members of our expedition shall be fur-
nished to the Astronomer Eoyal, and it
is believed they will be subsequently
published in such manner as he may
advise. All I will attempt here, there-
fore, is to give some notion of the
general phenomena, which were gene-
rally observed to attend this, as they
have attended former eclipses of the
sun.
I had calculated from the data in the
Nautical Almanac, that the first contact
would take place about Ih. 49m. ; and, at
fifteen to twenty seconds after, I saw
the slight indentation commence on the
point where I was looking for it. From
the commencement till within a quarter
of an hour of the totality there was
nothing calling for particular remark,
except the gradual diminution of light,
which, the variation being not greater
than is often observed from other causes,
did not excite particular attention. As,
however, the totality approached, a great
change came on. The colour of the
landscape took strange unearthly hues ;
the shadows, from the absence of penum-
bra, became peculiarly sharp and intense,
although the light was now rapidly
diminishing ; the clouds began to look
dark and threatening, and appeared to
lower down towards the earth, while the
parts of blue sky gradually changed to a
deep sombre purple.
A minute or two before the totality
the shadow had reached our visible
horizon in the north-west, and after en-
veloping that part of the sky in a dense
shroud of the most fearful gloom, the
most awful thing I ever saw, it began to
cover the distant mountains, and then
gradually to creep towards us over the
plain. I shall never forget this sight.
My companion was engaged at his tele-
scope, but I well recollect the vehemence
with which I urged him to " look at the
sky." Another minute and the darkness
was upon us, and then I recollect also
trying to make some remark, when the
words failed me altogether. I had pre-
sence of mind enough at once to turn to
the telescope, to bring the sun into the
field, and to make as good use of the
time as I could for observation ; looking
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off occasionally upon the landscape to
rest the eye. I should say that our view
of the sun, during the progress of the
eclipse, had been frequently obscured by
clouds, and we had been in a state of
great anxiety lest this should happen
during the short time of the totality ; and
when, a few minutes before, we saw a
huge cloud to windward gradually ap-
proaching, we had almost given our
chance up for lost ; but fortunately the
sun remained perfectly visible the whole
time, being only occasionally covered
with passing films of a thin transparent
haze.
The appearances in the sun and moon
generally noted as of interest in a total
eclipse are three — Bailj^s Beads, the
Corona, and what are called the Red
Prominences. At the moment when the
advancing moon's limb is about to ob-
literate the last remaining thin crescent
of the sun, the latter is seen to break up
into small pieces, like beads, which have
been sometimes described as playing
about and running into each other, like
drops of quicksilver. These were first
noticed by that celebrated astronomer,
the late Mr. Baily, and at first were
made some mystery of; but they are
now known simply to arise from the
projections, or mountains, upon the
moon's limb, which cut up the fine wire
of light into fragments, the supposed
motion being a mere optical illusion ;
and they consequently do not in the
present day attract much attention.
The corona is a halo of soft white
light which surrounds the dark circle of
the moon as soon as the more powerful
illumination of the sun is shut out, and
which much resembles the glory shown
round the heads of saints in old pictures.
It forms a beautiful object, and, from
the nebulous nature of its light, is better
seen with the naked eye than in the
telescope. It is supposed to be a sort of
faint luminous envelope encircling the
sun, the appearance of which, however,
may be probably modified by being seen
through our atmosphere. It has different
appearances at different times. In this
eclipse it seemed to be formed of well-
defined rays, spreading out radially from
the sun, and of very unequal length,
some very long, and some stated to be
curved at the outer extremity.
But the most singular and mysterious
of the phenomena of a total eclipse are
certain protuberances which also, when
the sun is entirely covered, are seen pro-
jecting round the black disk of the
moon, and which, on account of their
colour, are called " the red prominences."
They are often very numerous, and very
varied and singular in shape. Some are
low long serrated ridges, like ranges of
mountains ; others are isolated objects of
the oddest forms, which have been
likened to pyramids, cabbages, flowers,
flags, boomerangs, scimitars, hooks, ships
in full sail, mitres, &c. &c. ; and some
have been frequently seen detached
altogether, like balloons. Their colour
is called generally red, but the precise
hue is probably a pale rose colour in-
clining to violet. To my own. vision,
being colour-blind,1 they appeared white,
like the corona, but distinguished from
it by their greater compactness and
brilliancy. What these prominences can
be is a great mystery. They vary much
in different eclipses, and are supposed
therefore to be fluctuating, and not
solid. It has long been a question whe-
ther they belong to the sun or the moon,
but I believe the observations of this
eclipse decide in favour of the former.
As far as a conjecture can be hazarded,
they are supposed to be clouds of some
luminous matter exhaling from the sun,
or floating round it in the circumambient
atmosphere of the corona. They are
enormous in size ; some projecting two
minutes from the sun — equivalent to a
height above his surface of fifty or sixty
thousand miles, or as many times bigger
than Mont Blanc as Mont Blanc is
bigger than a paving-stone ! Mr. De la
Rue has obtained interesting photo-
graphs of these prominences, and from
his and other data there will be no lack
by-and-by of good drawings, exhibit-
1 See Phil. Trans, for 1859. This observa.-
vation of the appearance to a colour-blind
eye is said by one of the greatest authorities
on the subject to be of much value.
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ing with tolerable accuracy all the phe-
nomena.
There has been heretofore a doubt
whether the corona and prominences
were at all visible, except when the sun
was perfectly shut out. The present
observations have completely proved
that the total exclusion of the light is
not necessary. I myself saw them dis-
tinctly a minute and a' half after the
end of totality, and when the returning
crescent of the sun had become so light
as to require a dark glass to shield the
eye. An important question hangs upon
this, as to whether it may even be pos-
sible to get glimpses of those interesting
appearances at other times, than the few
and far between opportunities which
total eclipses afford.
The darkness during totality was not
so great as on a dark night. I had a
lantern lighted, but did not use it, as I
could see the seconds hand of my watch
without much difficulty. But it was of
a very unusual character. Various parts
of the sky horizon, where the sun yet
partly shone, were lighted up with an
unearthly lurid light, which, though it
was what probably gave us the little
light we had, added much to the awe of
the scene. Many large stars were visible ;
Jupiter and Venus, particularly, were
very close to the sun, and shone with
much brilliancy.
The native spectators seemed much
interested with the sight. I had expected
they would be frightened ; but, on the
contrary, as soon as the sun quite dis-
appeared, they set up a great shout of
applause !
The eclipse being over, and a stereo-
scopic view taken as a memorandum of
the preparations and apparatus em-
ployed, we returned to Logrono, where
I immediately put into writing and
drawing my impressions of the pheno-
mena, before communicating with any
one respecting them — a plan always
considered proper in such cases, to
secure' the independence of the descrip-
tions. On Friday, the 20th, we returned
to Vitoria, and on Saturday the 21st, to
Bilbao, where we had to amuse ourselves
for some days, as the steamer delayed
starting from Santander, for the sake of
a " Fiesta de Toros " which took place
there on the 25th. She arrived off
Portugalete, on the morning of Thurs-
day, the 26th, and, to make amends for
her former unpoliteness, received visitors
and excursionists on board all day. In
the afternoon we took leave of our kind
hosts, dropped down the river, went
on board, and at half-past six P.M. we
were on our way home.
We had now rejoined the rest of the
expedition, with the exception of some
few who had gone home overland, and
we had the opportunity of learning the
proceedings of other observers. The
weather on the day was more or less
cloudy everywhere; and, though the
majority of the party were fortunate like
ourselves, many lost the totality alto-
gether. The Astronomer Royal and
his friends were located at Pobes, a vil-
lage on the southern slope of the moun-
tains, not far from Miranda; they had rain
in the morning, but it cleared off just in
time to allow of good observations.
Professor Otto Struve, who had seen
the two eclipses of 1842, and of 1851,
in company with Mr. Airy, determined to
cast in his lot with him this third time
also. Mr. De la Rue had a similar
narrow escape j1 and so had the conti-
nental observers at Vitoria. Near Bilbao
itself, the totality was well seen. The
Santander party were hospitably re-
ceived, and had free passes given them
on the line of railway there. In that
district, however, the weather was less
favourable. Those who stayed by the
coast saw the eclipse, but I believe it
was lost by almost all who went into
the mountains.
On Friday morning, the 27th, a meet-
ing was held on board, for the purpose
of expressing the cordial thanks of the
expedition to various parties from whom
we had received kindness and courtesy.
Thanks were voted, first, to the Spanish
1 A long account of Mr. De la Rue's pro-
ceedings is published in the Times of August
9th, and of Mr. Lowe's in that of July 25th.
A list of the whole party, and of their various
stations of observation, is given in the Times of
July 30th.
416
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Government, who had behaved most libe-
rally. Our luggage had never been once
looked at either at the coast or interior
donanes, nor our passports once asked for.
And it is only due to the people of the
country to state that this friendly spirit
towards us seemed to obtain in all
classes. I do not recollect a single in-
stance of imposition, or scarcely of an
incivility offered to us by any person
whomsoever. The only evidence of a
contrary spirit I heard of was from a
Spaniard of some education, who threat-
ened us with all sorts of vengeance if, in
the course of our proceedings, we did
any damage to the sun.
Then we had to thank the railway
companies, both of Bilbao and Santan-
der, as well as Mr. Vignoles personally,
and to express our sense of the courteous-
behaviour of the captain and officers of
the ship ; and we had also the pleasure
of collecting a testimonial of a substan-
tial character for the crew. These
things being put in proper train, we had
only to take advantage of the circum-
stance of its being the Astronomer
Eoyal's birthday, to drink his health at
dinner (a pleasant form of the usual
concluding thanks to the president),
and the business of the voyage came
to an end.
We turned Ushant at bed-time, and
after passing the Queen near the
Needles, we anchored in Spithead at
four P.M. on Saturday, the 28th, and in
an hour or two were all on the way to
our respective homes.
THE TWO BUDGETS OF 1860.
BY W. A. PORTER.
THE budgets here proposed for dis-
cussion, are the two which relate respec-
tively to our own country and its greatest
dependency. The one was laid before
the House of Commons on the 10th of
February, by Mr. Gladstone, and the
other before the Legislative Council at
Calcutta eight days later, by Mr. Wilson,
For the first time a budget has been pro-
duced in India exactly on the English
model, and though there is still a great
and fundamental difference between the
English and Indian systems of finance,
to the advantage of the former, the two
financial statements of the present year
have some striking points of resem-
blance. Both begin by announcing a
tremendous deficit, and both end by
filling up the gap with an income tax.
Both make important commercial reforms,
and in the face of a great deficiency make
remissions of taxation for the relief of
trade. Both deal with a high level of
expenditure, which of late years has in
both countries been enormously raised.
The reception, too, which these budgets
met with, has not been dissimilar. Both
have encountered . the most strenuous
opposition, leading to important modifi-
cations of the original proposals, and to
other serious results ; in the one case a
conflict between the two Houses of Par-
liament, and in the other, a mutiny of
the Government of Madras against the
Supreme Government, which was only
terminated by the recall of Sir Charles
Trevelyan.
There is much in the circumstances
of the present year to make both these
budgets conspicuous. The decrease of
about 2,000,000£. in the annual charge
of the national debt which took effect
this year by the expiration of terminable
annuities, was enough to make 1860 a
marked year in English finance. And
it gained additional distinction from the
prospective financial legislation of 1853.
In the budget of that year, Mr. Glad-
stone did not confine himself to the
ordinary estimates, but extended his
calculations to 1860, for which the most
desirable results were predicted. The
present year had therefore prospectively
double claims to attention. It was a
year of relief, and a year of prophecy.
In future it will be associated with the
French commercial treaty, with the com-
pletion of the reform of our tariff so
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417
happily commenced by Sir Eobert Peel
in 1842, and with the final triumph of
free trade.
But the year 1860 is a marked year
in Indian as well as English finance.
Between the 30th of April, 1857, and
the 30th of April, 1860, the Indian
debt increased by no less a sum than
38,000,000?., involving an increase in
the annual charge for interest of nearly
2,000,000?. This permanent addition
of 2,000,000?. to the annual expenditure
of India is one result of the mutiny
quite definite and calculable. There is
another which seems at present quite
incalculable. Between the dates men-
tioned above, the military expenditure
rose from 13,200,000?., at which it stood
the year before the mutiny, to 2 1, 700,000?.
which is the estimate for the year end-
ing April, 1860 ; and Mr. Wilson affords
no hope that in the present year this
estimate can be reduced by more than
1,740,000?. It must not be forgotten
that the three years preceding the mu-
tiny, which were years of peace, were
years of deficiency. In those three years
the expenditure exceeded the income by
nearly 3,000,000?., giving, on the average,
an annual deficit of nearly 1,000,000?.
If to this be added the increase of the
charge for debt, it will appear, that,
omitting altogether the increase of the
military expenditure, a permanent de-
ficiency may be expected for the future
of about 3,000,000?. This gives a very
insufficient idea of the present position
of Indian finances. Very few reductions
have yet been effected in the military ex-
penditure ; and how much may with safety
be effected in that direction is a question
of policy not yet settled. One thing is
certain, that, for the present year, the
deficiency of income as against expen-
diture would, without the aid of new
sources of revenue, rise to more than
double the amount just stated. Mr.
Wilson enters on the new scene of his
labours at the most important crisis
which has ever occurred in the finances
of India. This year is more embar-
rassing to a financier than the years of
the war. The easy path of borrowing
is closed to him, and new sources of
income must be discovered, or the old
rendered more fruitful. It was high
time that that department should be
placed under the charge of a competent
person. India now possesses an annual
income of nearly 40,000,000?., and yet,
till the end of last year, had no Chan-
cellor of the Exchequer. From facts
which transpired at the beginning of
this year, the Indian accounts seem to
have been kept with a carelessness which
exceeds belief. In last September, a
financial balance sheet was drawn up at
Calcutta, and published in the public
prints, in which errors existed to the
extent of above 2,000,000?. One most
important account was entirely omitted.
The final balance presented an appear-
ance of prosperity so different from the
reality, that, for a time, the impression
prevailed in England that the neck of
our financial difficulties in India was
broken. A system in which such errors
were possible required immediate change ;
and every one will be of opinion that the
appointment of Mr. Wilson has not been
made a moment too soon.
To recur with some detail to each of
these budgets, in order ; and, first, Mr.
Gladstone's. The scheme originally
proposed by him on the 10th of Fe-
bruary has, in the course of the session,
undergone one very important altera-
tion, and several others of less moment.
Besides, it has lately received at the
hands of Mr. Gladstone himself a very
unpleasant addition in the shape of a
supplemental war budget, to meet the
expense of the Chinese expedition. A
very brief sketch of the original pro-
posals, with the subsequent changes and
additions, will here be given.
According to the scheme of 1853, the
income-tax was to terminate on the 5th
of April, 1860. And the tea and sugar
duties, after a gradual descent for seve-
ral years from the duties then existing,
were to remain at the following rates : —
that on tea Is. a pound, and those on
sugar, which vary with the quality, at
about an average of 11s. a cwt. Though
these duties were granted only to the 5th of
April, 1860, it was understood that they
should be then renewed at those mini-
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mum rates, and Mr. Gladstone's cal-
culations proceeded on that assumption.
The prediction then made was, that
without renewing the income-tax, and
with the tea and sugar duties at the
last-mentioned rates, the income would
balance the expenditure in the year
1860. We have seen a very different
result. The year opened with the fol-
lowing state of accounts : — income, cal-
culated on the above assumptions as to
the income tax and tea and sugar duties,
but in other respects according to the
law as it then stood, 60,700,000?. :
expenditure, 70,100,000?., leaving a
deficiency of 9,400, 000?. This has been
called by a writer in the Economist a
"rhetorical" deficit, thereby implying
that Mr. Gladstone wished to magnify
the difficulties of the task before him ;
but never was a term so unhappily
applied. It is no doubt true that if all
the taxes which were paid last year were
renewed in the present, these nine
millions would dwindle to a very insig-
nificant figure. But it is abundantly
clear that in no other form could the
state of the finances, and the choice of
measures that lay before the house, be
so clearly presented. The choice lay
between three things. The amount of
the income tax, the addition to be made
to the minimum rates of the tea and
sugar duties fixed in 1853, and the
amount of remission of existing duties,
were the three elements to be determined.
The only way of putting the matter
clearly was, in the first place, to take
the income with each of these undeter-
mined elements at the zero point ; and
accordingly Mr. Gladstone calculated
the revenue for ' the year without an
income tax, without any addition to
the tea and sugar duties, and without
any remission of existing duties. And
on this calculation the expenditure ex-
ceeded the income by 9,400,000?. This
mode of stating the account has the
further advantage of shewing the extent
to which Mr. Gladstone's predictions have
failed. One element of his calculations
was upset by the Russian war, and the in-
crease of the expenditure in all the ser-
vices, civil as well as military. Between
the years 1853 and 1860, that increase
amounts to a sum which is the exact
equivalent of an income tax of Is. \\d.
in the pound. The other part of his
calculation which was within the legi-
timate province of financial foresight
was eminently successful. Remissions
of taxation were made in that year
involving a loss to the revenue of
1,656,000?., with the expectation that
the consequent development of trade
and increase of consumption would,
before 1860, repair this temporary loss,
and this expectation has been more
than verified.
The leading features of Mr. Glad-
stone's present budget admit of being
briefly stated. It has been already
said that the choice lay between three
elements. One of these, the amount
of remissions of customs and excise
duties, was determined by a circum-
stance which has been already alluded
to as giving this year a marked cha-
racter in finance. Mr. Gladstone de-
termined that the relief to trade should
be commensurate with the relief re-
ceived from the fulling in of the ter-
minable annuities — an amount of about
2,000,000?. The second element was
determined by the amount at which it
stood in the previous year. The renewal
of the tea and sugar duties at the pre-
viouslevel gives a sum of over 2,000,000?.
and almost exactly counterbalances the
loss from remissions. The result of
these two operations leaves the deficit of
9,400,000?. at its original amount. It
is reduced by a sum of 1,400,000?.
which does not properly belong to the
revenue of the present year, but is
brought into it by shortening the times
of credit in the payment of the malt and
hop duties. The remaining 8,000,000?.
is made up by an income tax of 10c?. in
the pound on incomes from 150?. and up-
wards, and of Id. on incomes from 1 00?.
to 150?. Of this three-quarters will be
collected in the present year, and, allow-
ing for an error which appeared in the
estimate of the cost of collection as first
stated, there would have been on the
original budget a surplus of about
260,000?. The proposals under the first
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419
of the above heads relating to the re-
missions of duty and certain compensating
charges, require to be stated in more
detail, inasmuch as the changes which
the budget has suffered have all taken
place under that head. The net loss to
the revenue from the remissions con-
sequent on the French treaty was
estimated at 1,190,0002. The loss from
the additional remissions of customs
duties was 910,0002. The loss of this
latter sum was made good by the new
charges which Mr. Gladstone proposed
upon certain mercantile transactions,
consisting mainly of an increase of what
he called "the penny taxation." The
loss from the repeal of the paper duties
was estimated for the present year at
about 1,000,0002., the repeal not being
intended to take place from the com-
mencement of the financial year. Thus,
taking the remissions of duty and the
new charges in a single view, it will
appear that the net amount of the relief
somewhat exceeded 2,000,0002. The
principal alteration which the budget
has undergone is the retaining the paper
duties ; but, as the uncertainty regard-
ing the repeal has caused some confusion
in the trade, the produce of these duties
is not expected to be so large as usual.
Mr. Gladstone takes credit for 900,0002.
instead of the 1,000,0002. at which their
loss was calculated. By that amount
his position is improved. On the other
hand there is a loss of 200,0002. from
changes made in the proposed new
charges on trade. The whole effect of
all the alterations made in Mr. Glad-
stone's original proposals is to add*
700,0002. to his surplus, which was thus
increased to 960,0002. ; or, in round
numbers, 1,000,0002. But on the 16th
of July the supplemental Chinese war
budget was brought forward, which uses
up this surplus of a million, then takes
another million from the increase of the
spirit duties, and, finally, makes a dive
into the exchequer balances for the
remaining 1,300,0002.
Of the sum of 3,300,0002. which is
thus provided for in three nearly equal
portions by the supplemental budget,
a sum of 450,0002. is a debt remaining
from the last Chinese war. The exist-
ence of this debt was not known till
lately, being involved in the compli-
cated accounts of India, through which
a portion of the expenses of the war
with China was paid. The remainder,
2,850,0002. is for the present expedition.
The sum provided for the same purpose
in the first budget, was 2,550,0002., of
which exactly one-third was charged on
the previous financial year — the state of
the surplus being such as to allow of
that addition to the expenditure — and
the remaining two- thirds on the present
year. The entire sum provided for the
Chinese war by both budgets is there-
fore 5,400,0002., of which the whole is
provided for by the ordinary taxatipn
of the country, excepting the sum ob-
tained by taking up the malt and hop
credits and the portion now calculated
at 1,300,0002., which will require to
be taken from the exchequer balances.
There is some hope that a considerably
smaller sum than that last mentioned
will ultimately require to be taken from
that source.
Mr. Gladstone's budget is framed in
the spirit which has guided our financial
legislation since Sir Robert Peel com-
menced the reform of the tariff in 1842.
The number of articles in our tariff was
reduced by successive steps from 1052,
at which it stood in 1842, to 419 in
1859, and by the present budget it is
reduced to 44. Its effect is to remove
every vestige of protective and differen-
tial duties, excepting the merely nominal
duties on corn and timber, and thus
to carry out the principle of free trade
into every department of labour in this
country. It has been the good fortune
of Mr. Gladstone to complete the work
which was so happily began eighteen
years ago, and it may be safely asserted
that no other person could have com-
pleted it in the present year. Mr. Glad-
stone has stood upon the old paths, and
yet the opposition has been as strong as
when the new course was first adopted
by Sir Eobert Peel. The wonder is, that
so much experience should have been
thrown away. Every step that has
been taken in the remission of taxation
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since 1842, was taken in the expecta-
tion that the temporary loss of the
revenue would in a short time be made
up by the greater fruitfulness of the
taxes that remained ; and in every in-
stance this expectation has been more
than fulfilled. If there be any truth in
the experience of the last eighteen years,
the amount of remissions made by Mr.
Gladstone is not permanently trans-
ferred to the income tax. It is trans-
ferred there for a time, in order to
remove obstacles in the way of trade,
and thus to increase the general well-
being of the nation.
It is curious that the remissions made
in pursuance of the French treaty ex-
cited more opposition than those made
independently. The former were mainly
protective duties, and it seems to have
been forgotten that the removal of such
duties is for our own benefit, and that
every corresponding approach to free
trade on the part of France is clear gain
to this country, and is in no respect to
be regarded as payment for a loss in-
curred by us. Every removal of a pro-
tective duty, which gives rise to a branch
of international trade, is a benefit to both
nations engaging in it, for the transfer
of labour from one department to another
thus caused would not take place unless
it were attended with advantage to both.
The removal of our protective duties
benefits France as well as ourselves, and
the reduction of the French duties will,
so far as they cease to be prohibitive,
benefit England as well as France.
In the debates on the budget, an at-
tempt was made to represent Mr. Glad-
stone as deserting the footsteps of Sir
Robert Peel, and thus to deprive his
budget of the support afforded by the
successful experience of the last eighteen
years. ' ' Sir Eobert Peel," says Mr. Hors-
man, " represented a gentleman who laid
" out a certain portion of his income in
" draining his land, expecting by a larger
" produce to pay his debts. The Chan-
" cellor of the Exchequer resembles
" more the irregularity of the spend-
" thrift who squandered the money that
" might have fertilized the soil, and
" then, when his debts were due, went
" upon the highway, and robbed the
" first comer." Reduction of duty is
praiseworthy, but abolition is intoler-
able ; and this, it seems, is the distinc-
tion which has drawn upon Mr. Glad-
stone the charge of "beginning as a
" spendthrift and ending as a footpad."
Between 1842 and 1853 the duties on
six hundred articles in our tariff were
abolished, and the revenue has not
suffered. In 1853 the excise. duty on
soap was abolished, involving a loss
nearly equal to the paper duty, and the
temporary loss was soon recovered.
There is no part of the present budget
which is not in accordance with the
principles and policy of Sir Robert PeeL
It is, however, satisfactory to observe
that the form which the attack at last
assumed shows " that we have arrived
" at last at a time when it is admitted
" that those principles and that policy
" constitute not the mere decoration of a
" name or a party, but a great national
" inheritance for which contending par-
" ties may honourably strive."
In passing from English to Indian
finance we approach a system whose ad-
ministration is in every way inferior to
the one we have left, and into which
Mr. Wilson has as yet introduced the
forms merely, and not the spirit of the
system of this country. He begins by
announcing the estimated deficiency of
income as against expenditure for the
year commencing May 1st, 1860. It
stands at the respectable figure of
6,500,000£. ; but as to how this amount is
arrived at no precise information is given.
It seems to have been got at by the
roughest of guess work. Mr. "Wilson
says he has taken the best means in his
reach, but adds that he has " an especial
" dislike to prospective budgets." To this
it is replied, with conclusive force, that
a budget is in its essence prospective.
It is nothing else but a prospective esti-
mate of expenditure for the year, a
similar estimate of income, and a plan
for disposing of the surplus or supplying
the deficiency. The preparation of the
estimate of expenditure by the heads of
the several departments, according to the
English system, gives occasion for a com-
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421
plete animal revision of each, department,
and of making retrenchments or addi-
tions as the case may require. There is
no such annual revision in India. Some
ludicrous and many serious consequences
which follow from the want of this are
stated by Sir Charles Trevelyan. At
one of the public mints a host of
persons are engaged in weighing copper
money with Lilliputian scales, while a
slight change in the machinery would
enable the same work to be done by two
or three men. The fares on the Madras
railway, which is at present a heavy drain
on the public finances, are fixed at a
higher rate than the natives can pay,
and yet they remain unaltered. One
other consequence of the want of this
annual revision is too important to be
omitted. To quote the words of the
late Governor of Madras : — " Expendi-
' ture is often continued long after the
' circumstances which originally occa-
' sioned it have ceased ; and when it is
' at last stopped it is owing to accident,
'or to an overwhelming financial pres-
' sure like that which at present exists."
It is no fault of Mr. Wilson's that the
first essential requisite of a budget
should be wanting in his first essay in
Indian finance. The defective system
hitherto existing in India did not afford
the means of obtaining an accurate esti-
mate of expenditure, and the length of
his residence in India has not been great
enough to inaugurate a new system.
Mr. Wilson arrived in that country in
the latter end of 1859, and had been
little more than two months there when
he made his financial statement. Under
these circumstances he gives no details
of income or expenditure, and the whole
of the information furnished by Mr.
Wilson on this subject is> contained in
the following extract from his speech : —
"Availing myself of the best infor-
mation at my command, as things now
stand ; allowing for a reduction of
1,000,OOOJ. which will appear in the
accounts of the present year" (that is,
tie year ending April 31st, 1860),
as compensation for losses ; allowing
for a decrease in military charges of
1,740,000£. for which arrangements
' have up to this time been made ; and
' allowing too for an increase of income
' from salt duties, for which the neces-
' sary sanction has been obtained, of
' 410,000£. ; I cannot, even with all
' these allowances, reduce the deficit of
'next year below 6,500,0002." The
amount of reductions is given in a
lump sum, without any particulars, and
the whole of this part of the subject is
therefore entirely withdrawn from pub-
lic criticism.
The greater portion of Mr. Wilson's
speech is taken up with the elucidation
of his plans for supplying this defi-
ciency.
The first part of his proposals has
relation to the customs law, and the
changes made by him in that depart-
ment are earned out on the most ap-
proved principles of political science,
and though they lead to no great finan-
cial results, are calculated to further
very much several important branches
of trade in India. Articles of Indian
produce, which have to compete in the
foreign market with similar produce
from other countries, will henceforth
be exported free of duty, the direct
effect of export duties being to place the
Indian producer at a disadvantage com-
pared with his foreign competitor, or
even in some cases to exclude the
article from the foreign market altoge-
ther. Thus wool, that has to encounter
a fierce competition with the wool of
Australia, South America, and the Cape ;
hides and hemp, that compete with
the produce of Russia; and tea, the culti-
vation of which in India has been lately
attempted with success in rivalry with
China, — are all placed on the free list.
As these branches of trade are still in
their infancy, that of hides and hemp
having its origin in the Russian war,
the loss to the revenue from these re-
missions of duty is very slight, and if
the development of trade that will
thence result correspond in any degree
with Mr. Wilson's anticipations, the loss
will soon be compensated by the revenue
from the imports received in return.
On the other hand there are certain
articles which are produced almost ex-
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clusively in India. In the foreign
market these undergo no competition,
and the direct effect of an export duty
is to increase the price. Saltpetre is the
chief article of* this sort, and on this
Mr. Wilson has considerably increased
the export duty. It is worth mention
that in the month of April, shortly
after these measures came into operation,
Mr. Wilson was able to give confirma-
tion of the soundness of his views on
this point by the news which had come
by telegraph from Europe, that the price
of saltpetre had risen to the full amount
of the increased duty, while the price in
India remained as before, shewing that
the duty would fall on the consumer in
Europe, and not the producer in India.
A reduction to 10 per cent, of cer-
tain import duties which had in the
previous year been raised to 20 per cent.,
and the equalisation of the duties on
cotton, yarn and twist, and cotton piece
goods, appear to complete the commer-
cial changes effected by Mr. Wilson's
budget. Their immediate financial re-
sult is not great. On the whole there
is a gain to the revenue. Mr. Wilson
estimates the gain at about 350,000?.
which goes a very small way towards
supplying the deficiency. But the value
of Mr. Wilson's measures must not be
estimated by that test. Their main
purpose was to develop the trade of India
and remove the obstacles which the
customs duties threw in the way of pro-
gress, and in this respect they have
generally met with and seem to deserve
unqualified praise.
The remainder of his budget which
relates to his three new taxes, the
licence tax, the income tax, and tobacco
tax, has had a different reception. On
the part of Sir Charles Trevelyan, and
the whole of the Madras Government,
it met with the most unqualified con-
demnation. Attention was for a little
aroused in England by the spectacle
of Sir Charles Trevelyan in open rebel-
lion against the Government of India,
but after his recall the public soon re-
sumed its usual indifference to Indian
affairs. The correspondence between
the Governments of India and Madras,
and the other papers ordered to be
printed by the House of Commons,
make a book of nearly 200 pages, and
have been accessible for more than two
months, but public interest has not been
again awakened. The book is in reality
the report of a great debate carried on
between Madras and Calcutta, and no
debate reported in Hansard this year
is of greater interest or importance.
The question discussed is two-fold.
First, are any new taxes necessary?
Secondly, are the proposed taxes good
ones 1 On the first point Mr. Wilson
appears to have a strong case. It rests
on four grounds. A state of deficiency
before the mutiny ; a large increase of
debt since ; a great increase of military
expenditure, which has not yet been re-
duced, and cannot safely be reduced to
what it was in 1857 ; and, lastly, an
inelastic revenue. If the expenditure
exceeded the income three years ago,
and has since received two enormous
accessions, while the income has re-
mained stationary, it is pretty clear that
to restore the equilibrium without loans
new sources of income must be sought.
And this is the justification which Mr.
Wilson gives for the imposition of these
"three tremendous taxes." The defi-
ciency before the mutiny, and the
augmentation of debt since, cannot be
denied. But the other two points are
strongly controverted. By the reduc-
tion of the excessive land tax in Madras,
whereby the landowners have been en-
couraged to bring new lands into culti-
vation, the revenue of that presidency
was increased in the last financial year
by above 500,000/., or nearly one-tenth
part of the whole revenue. Sir Charles
Trevelyan believes that a reduction in
the salt tax would produce similar re-
sults. But the important point is the
reduction of the military expenditure.
At present many civil duties, which in
this country are performed by the police,
are in India discharged by the military
force, and in consequence the army is
scattered in many detached portions,
each station, however small, having its
commissariat and other establishments
which constitute a large part of the
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423
military expenditure. " The key to the
" reorganization of our Indian military
" system," says Sir Charles Trevelyan,
" is the reformation of the existing
" police on the English and Irish con-
"stabulary system." This has been for
some time in process of being carried
out in the Madras Presidency, and
when complete, the army might be con-
centrated at a few commanding stations,
which would effect the greatest saving.
Sir Charles asserts that the military
expenditure in Madras and Bombay
alone could be reduced in the present
financial year by upwards of 2,000,000^.,
which is more than Mr. Wilson has set
down for the whole of India, and that
by the end of another year equilibrium
could be restored between income and
expenditure without any new taxes
whatever, and with great additional
security to our position. On this sub-
ject Sir Charles Trevelyan is able to
speak with authority. He is personally
acquainted with all the Indian Presi-
dencies. He served twelve years in
Bengal and Upper India, and has lately
been Governor of Madras. It ought to
be known that a man thus qualified to
speak stakes his reputation on the asser-
tion that the new taxes are utterly
unnecessary.
On the second question, which relates
to the merits of the particular taxes,
the Madras Government are no less
strongly opposed to Mr. Wilson.
The tobacco tax appears to be univer-
sally condemned. Mr. Wilson proposed
to place a duty on home-grown tobacco
as nearly as possible corresponding with
the import duty on foreign tobacco, and
to levy it by licensing the cultivation of
tobacco on payment of a fee calculated
at so much for a given area. The culti-
vation of the tobacco plant, except un-
der licence from the collector, would be
prohibited. There are two objections to
this tax, which have not been satisfac-
torily disposed of by Mr. Wilson. The
payment of a fee for the liberty of culti-
vating an acre of tobacco is, in fact,
equivalent to raising the rent payable to
Government, and this would be a direct
breach of contract with the landowners
in all the districts where permanent
settlements of the rent have been made.
It would press with particular hardship
on the cultivators of garden lands, on
which a high rent has been fixed on
account of their peculiar fitness for the
growth of tobacco. The permanent
settlement ought to be a protection to
the landowner against any increase of
his rent laid either directly on the land
or indirectly on the growth of a par-
ticular crop. It will not, of course,
exempt him from the payment of any
general tax, such as the tax on incomes,
which applies equally to all classes.
The other objection to the tobacco tax
applies with especial force to the
Madras Presidency. The Government of
India cannot, of course, impose the tax
on the native states that are independent
or on those under our protection. The
cultivation of tobacco in these states
must remain free as before, and there is
no land customs establishment to pre-
vent its importation into our own terri-
tories. A reference to the map will
show the importance of this considera-
tion as regards Madras. Our territories
there are intermixed with and surrounded
by native states. The effect of the tax
would, therefore, be to transfer the
growth of tobacco from our own terri-
tories to other places, and therefore in-
flict an injury on our own cultivators
without benefiting the finances of the
state. The opposition to this tax has been
so strong that, according to the latest
advices from India, Mr. Wilson has been
induced to give it up, and it is only to
be regretted that he did not come sooner
to this conclusion.
The objections to the income 'tax
are of a different nature. It is not
the abstract justice of the tax, but its
impolicy, and the practical difficulties
in the way of its collection, that
are mainly insisted on by the Madras
Government. With a people prosperous
and contented, a much smaller military
force will be required, and the new police
in process of formation would be ordi-
narily sufficient for the preservation of
order. With the whole people of India
urged into discontent by unpopular
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taxes, and all united by a common
grievance, such an increase of military
force will be necessary as to more than
counterbalance the produce of the new
taxes. Besides, it is said that the in-
quisitorial nature of the tax, and the
principle of self-assessment, which are
urged so strongly against it in England,
apply with greatly increased force in
India. It is stated on competent au-
thority, that " the natives will view
' it with great distrust as an inqui-
' sitorial measure, adopted with a view
' to further taxation, on Government
' becoming fully acquainted with the
' true state of their affairs." And the
state of native morality, on the part both
of payers and receivers, renders India in
a peculiar manner unfit for an income
tax. " The greatest evil," says Sir
Charles Trevelyan, " with which the
" south of India has been afflicted, is
" the redundant number and the ill-paid
" irresponsible character of the native
" revenue officers." One of the reforms
commenced by the Madras Government
was to limit the number and improve
the position of these officers. The im-
position of the income tax, and the
machinery for collecting it, will arrest
this reform. Mr. Wilson has simplified
the machinery for collecting the tax,
with the view of making it less unpalat-
able to the natives. And with these
modifications he has proceeded with the
bill imposing an income tax for five
years. The licence tax on trades has
been imposed permanently. The new
taxes are expected to produce 3,500,000^
next year, and 1,000,OUOZ. in the pre-
sent year, part of which had elapsed
before they came into operation. The
remainder of the deficit, which is now
stated at above seven millions, will be
made up from the Exchequer balances,
which are at present extremely large.
Though the opposition- excited by the
Indian budget has resulted in the un-
fortunate loss to India of the invaluable
services of Sir Charles Trevelyan, while
he was in the midst of a series of well-
considered reforms in his own Presidency
it has also been productive of good. The
steps of the Government of India towards
reduction of expenditure have been
quickened. The reductions in the army
now proposed amount to 2,600,000^
More infportant still, Mr. Wilson has
lost his " dislike to prospective budgets."
On the llth of April a most important
financial notification from the Govern-
ment of India was inserted in the Cal-
cutta Government Gazette, the following
extract from which will sufficiently
attest Mr. Wilson's progress : —
" The most important step towards
' securing financial economy will be the
' establishing of a system whereby a
' budget of imperial income and expen-
' diture shall be prepared annually, so
' that the financial estimates for each
' year may be arranged, considered, and
' sanctioned by the supreme Government
' of India before the year commences.
' The system prevails in England, and
' it will now be introduced and rigidly
' carried out in India. Before the com-
' mencement of each official year, the
' Supreme Government will require
' careful estimates to be framed of the
' anticipated income, and the proposed
' expenditure of the empire for the
1 coming year. . . . And after weighing
' the recommendations of the several
' executive Governments, and the heads
' of departments, the Supreme Govern-
' ment will allot and appropriate to each
' branch of the Service, and to the
" several detailed heads within each
" branch, specific sums."
The two capital reforms required in
the Indian system of finance are here
pointed out — prospective estimates of
expenditure, and appropriation of specific
sums to the several departments. The
second will ensure greater independence
within certain limits to the subordinate
Governments, while the first will give
an effective control to the Supreme
Government.
MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE.
OCTOBEE, 1860.
ON THE USE OF ENGLISH CLASSICAL LITEEATUEE
WOEK OF EDUCATION.
BY THE REV. H. G. EOBINSON, TRAINING COLLEGE, YORK.
THE
SIR WALTER SCOTT somewhere tells a
story of a nobleman, who, while tra-
velling on the continent, visited one
of the most romantic and beautiful
scenes in Switzerland. Struck with the
magnificence of the view, his lordship
asked the guide if this was not consi-
dered one of the finest prospects in the
world. " There is but one equal to it,
I believe;" was the reply, "and that
is the Pass of in Scotland." " The
Pass of !" exclaimed the noble tra-
veller, " why, that is on my own estate,
and I have never seen it." The case
of the Scottish nobleman is, in some
sense or other, the case of nearly every
one of us. The past, the distant, and
the strange, attract us more powerfully
and fix our attention more closely than
those facts and objects which are con-
temporaneous and immediately before
our eyes. In some instances, at all
events, the sympathy seems to increase
with the distance. Thus it fares with
our national literature as compared with
that of ancient Greece and Eome. Many
persons who are competently or even
deeply versed in the latter, have a
very slender acquaintance with the
former. Good classical scholars are
often met with ; good English scholars
are scarce. By a good English scholar, I
mean not simply one who has a general
knowledge of his country's authors, and
who writes and speaks his mother-
tongue with correctness and elegance,
but rather one who has studiously in-
No. 12. — VOL. IL
vestigated the origin, development, and
constitution of his native speech, and
has nightly and daily revolved the great
exemplars of his native literature. Now
it is certainly not my wish to disparage
the study of the Greek and Latin
Classics, or to censure those who have
expended much time and attention upon
them ; assuredly, in judging others, I
should here be condemning myself.
Classical Literature deserves the atten-
tion it has received; and to point out
its value as an educating agency, to
insist on the fact that it underlies all
modern literatures and is necessary to
make them intelligible, that it embo-
dies some of the sublimest thoughts
that the mind of man has conceived,
expressed in the most perfect forms of
utterance that man's organs of speech
have fashioned, would only be to repeat
statements that have long since been
worn down into truisms. But, as far
as Englishmen are concerned, the wri-
ters of Greece and Eome can no longer
claim to occupy the chief seats at the feast
of reason. They must give place to a later
birth of time. Henceforth their true posi-
tion is a secondary one. They do but
prepare the way for communion with
the moderns ; and, as these increase, they
must even more and more decrease in
their demands on the homage of the
great brotherhood of scholars. It is a
pity then to meet with Englishmen who,
while they are intimately conversant
with the magnificent scenes and images
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to be found in the poetry of ancient
Greece, have scarcely ever allowed their
eyes to rest on the beautiful land-
scapes that adorn their literary inheri-
tance at home.
The fact that examples of this kind
are not uncommon is unquestionably due
to the prevailing systems of education.
Of a thoroughly liberal education the
ancient classics have for generations
been in this country the recognised basis
and chief element. And in principle
this is sound and good. To be im-
bued with the spirit of ancient litera-
ture, does at once refine and liberalise,
gives somehow a larger prospect and
a manlier tone. At the same time
to learn languages so elaborate, so copi-
ous, so mechanically perfect as Greek
and Latin, is a training and discipline
to the mind the like of which, take
it for all in all, has not yet been dis-
covered. But, even in our great
public Schools, why should not the
study of English authors have a recog-
nised place side by side with that of
the ancients ? why should not the
English language be scientifically taught
in friendly rivalry with Greek and Latin?
Unquestionably the association would be
mutually advantageous. Something in-
deed would have to be abstracted from
the time allotted to the present monopo-
lists ; but what they might lose in this
way they would gain by the cheering
and stimulating influence of such com-
panionship on the minds of the scholars.
Possibly, indeed, in many schools there
may be an approach t6 the recognition
of the claims of English literature.
Passages from standard poets may be
learnt by heart; occasional reference
may be made to standard prose writers ;
but that our national literature is ad-
mitted into the programme on anything
like equal terms with its elder sisters no
one will assert. The claim here made
for it would secure it a position some-
what more equivalent to its merits.
Then a play of Sophocles would alter-
nate with a play of Shakspere ; Homer
and Milton would interchange civilities ;
and the student would pass from Thucy-
dides or Tacitus in the morning to
Clarendon or Gibbon in the afternoon.
And it would be the fault of the teacher
if this interchange were allowed to be a
transition from serious study to light
reading. There should be the same
laborious " getting-up " of the English
author as of the ancient ; language and
matter ought to be as closely analysed
in the one case as in the other ; the stu-
dent should be encouraged to discover
resemblances or contrasts of sentiment ;
to detect affinities of language, differ-
ences of idiom, peculiarities of structure
illustrating the laws of comparative gram-
mar. Among other advantages of such
a method of education, there would be
this very important one, that -the studies
of school would no longer seem so re-
mote from the realities of life. The
intervention of modern thought and
modern speech would flash light into
the dark places of antiquity, and would
unite the world of two thousand years
ago with the busy progressive world of
to-day. It will perhaps be urged that
our public schools, engaged as they are
in preparing their pupils for a University
career, can only recognise those studies
which are available for the achievement
of University distinction. It may be
replied that, by having learnt Greek and
Latin in co-partnership with English,
nothing would be lost at Oxford, where
varied and general accomplishments
always tell on the results of an examina-
tion • or at Cambridge, where the power
to translate into elegant and idiomatic
vernacular goes some way towards secur-
ing a good place in the tripos.
Besides, it would surely not be beneath
the dignity of our great Universities to
recognise a little more decidedly than
they do the fact that we have the noblest
native literature in the world. They
might make some other use of Shak-
spere, Massinger, Milton, and Tennyson,
besides drawing on them for matter
convertible into iambics or anapaests,
elegiacs or alcaics. Bacon and Burke
assume readily enough, under competent
manipulation, an Attic or a Roman
dress, but they have also other and
greater merits which deserve to be
recognized.
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427
I cannot persuade myself that a paper
on English, literature and language
would be out of place among the sub-
jects of the classical tripos ; but, if it
would, a comer might be kept in " the
moral sciences/' which would be none
the worse and none the less popular for
such a leaven. It is, however, in con-
nexion with what is called " middle-
class education" that the claims of Eng-
lish literature may be most effectively
urged. In that literature, properly
handled, we have a most valuable
agency for the moral and intellectual
culture of the professional and commer-
cial classes. By means of that literature
it seems to me that we might act very
beneficially on the national mind, and
do much to refine and invigorate the
national character. How is it, as things
are now, with the education of the
upper middle classes? They are gene-
rally brought up at provincial grammar-
schools, or at academies entitled "classi-
cal." They learn Greek and Latin up to
a certain point — Caesar and Virgil in one
case, and Xenophon and the first book
of the Iliad in the other, being generally
the utmost bourne of their travels.
Now, in many of these schools the
classics are indifferently taught ; — super-
ficially, clumsily, with slurring of diffi-
culties and neglect of niceties, because
taught by men whose scholarship is
neither very accurate nor very profound.
Hence boys do not gain from their
lessons much command over the lan-
guage, or much insight into the author.
In ordinary cases a few years suffice to
obliterate most of what has been learnt,
and a very faint and scarcely discernible
aroma of classical knowledge is all that
remains. But besides Greek and Latin,
other subjects enter into the curriculum
of the schools in question. There are,
of course, " all the usual branches of an
English education." And which be
they1? History, as exhibited in the pages
of Pinnock's Goldsmith; geography,
according to some one or other of the
popular manuals ; and arithmetic, not
now indeed " according to Cocker," but
most likely according to Colenso. There
are, besides, the ologies — smatterings of
physical science, shreds and patches of
information on a good many subjects ;
here a globule of chemistry, there a
pittance of astronomy, a screw of botany
at one time, a pinch of mechanical philo-
sophy at another. To crown all, the de-
partment of taste is probably under the
care of Enfield's Speaker, or some kin-
dred work. Now, undoubtedly some of
the subjects referred to here must be
taught in schools of the class I am de-
scribing. History and geography are
indispensable; but then they surely
need not be taught exclusively through
the medium of arid manuals, as free
from warmth, colour, sentiment, as a
table of contents ? Again, physical sci-
ence should not in these days of utility
and progress be overlooked ; [ teach it
by all means, but select some one branch
and teach it thoroughly. When, how-
ever, all this has been done, a great
want still remains to be supplied.
Nothing has so far been effected for the
development of higher thought, for the
culture of the imagination, for the ex-
pansion and elevation of the moral feel-
ings. To accomplish this we want an
educating element combining in itself
thought, imagination, sentiment, ex-
pression. Such an element is the
national standard literature, the utter-
ance of the highest and most gifted
minds of the nation. This then is my
plea, — that the English classics are
admirably fitted for purposes of edu,ca-
tion, and that it is very desirable
to teach them systematically in our
schools, and especially in those schools
where it is impossible that the majority
of the pupils can ever become good
Greek or Latin scholars. Greek and
Latin should not, indeed, be altogether
banished from such schools; but they
should be taught, not as they now are,
in a shambling, purposeless sort of way,
but expressly and distinctively with a view
to their bearing on English — that is, for
the sake of illustrating the constitution
of our own language and the principles
of universal grammar.
Now, when any one contemplates such
an innovation upon existing systems of
education as that involved in my propo-
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sition, it is incumbent on him to spend
some time and trouble in setting forth
the practical advantages of the study he
recommends, and in showing how it may
be prosecuted to most advantage. It
remains to do this, and it shall be done
as fully as space will permit and consi-
deration for the reader justify.
L In the first place, I have already
anticipated, in some degree, the argu-
ment from the merits of the national
literature itself — the argumentum ad
pudorem I may call it — which bids us
remember that it is a shame to neglect
the intellectual treasures we possess,
and that to set aside our standard au-
thors in favour of manuals and com-
pendiums, and catechisms, is to teach
the mental appetite to leave ambrosial
food " and prey on garbage."
Then again the example of the an-
cients themselves may be urged. Though
captive Greece captured in turn her
fierce conqueror, and in some degree
domesticated her literature and language
on the banks of the Tiber, yet the
education of young Rome was not the
less carried on by the help of native
authors. The expressive words of
Juvenal tell us how well-thumbed
were the Horace and Virgil of the
Eoman school-boy : —
" quum totus decolor esset
Placcus, et hsereret nigro fuligo
Maroni."
The value of English literature as an
instrument of mental training will be
more easily seen if people can be brought
to admit that the young may be taught
to reason and to think, not only by
means of technical contrivances, such as
Logic and Mathematics, but at least as
well by converse with a thoughtful
writer, and by the careful study and
analysis of the arguments of a great
reasoner.
Important indeed is the use of
Geometry in the education of the rea-
soning powers. But what makes it so
effective ? It is the rigid and inflexible
necessity with which one step is evolved
out of another, and immediately follows
it. By contemplating this sequence the
mind is insensibly trained to discrimi-
nate between the relevant and the irre-
levant in argument, and to recognise the
proper relation between premises and
conclusion, while it is disciplined to the
habit of patient and concentrated atten-
tion. Now, without any intention of
superseding geometry, it may safely be
asserted that when, through its agency,
some foundation has been laid, and the
reasoning powers have been awakened
into incipient activity, the process of
their development may very well be
carried on by means of standard works
characterised by great closeness and
strength of argument. Such a work,
for instance, is " Chillingworth's Re-
ligion of Protestants." I mention it for
its excellence in this respect, and not
because it is in any other respect par-
ticularly adapted for an educational text-
book, Nowhere can better examples
be found of closely riveted chains of
reasoning, of sophistries detected and
exposed, of the refutation of fallacies
dependent for their semblances of truth
on ambiguity of language. A chapter
or two of such a work, carefully dis-
sected and thoroughly mastered, would
do a great deal towards strengthening a
pupil's reasoning powers, and would
very materially enlighten him as to
what reasoning actually is. So again,
if you want to call forth and stimulate
thought, what more suggestive than that
household book, the Essays of Bacon,
or than some of the prose works of
Raleigh and Milton ? If, on the other
hand, the mind is to be directed to
social and political questions, is to be
aided in forming opinions on law and
government, is to be made wise and
prudent by the lessons of the past, it
will be found that Clarendon, and
Robertson, and Hallam, and Macintosh,
and Macaulay are not bad substitutes
for Thucydides, Livy, and Tacitus,
when the latter cannot be had, and that
Burke and Adam Smith are competent
to fill up, with fair credit, the hiatus
made by the absence of Aristotle and
Cicero. But our case seems strongest
when we come to consider the use that
might be made of the English poets in
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429
the work of education. The culture of
the imagination is an important element
in the training of the young ; its im-
portance, indeed, appears in these days
to be rather underrated than otherwise.
Some people seem afraid of this faculty,
as if it were — when viewed in connex-
ion with the other children of Noi/s
— the spendthrift and prodigal of the
family. "Young persons," say the
grave and elderly, " are apt to be carried
away by their imagination." True ; it
is not, however, the strength but the
irregularity of the imagination that
misleads. And, therefore, it is all the
more necessary to train and educate it.
This is to be done not merely by
ballasting it with solid and sober mate-
rial, but also by giving it the choicest
and purest varieties of that provision on
which it delights to feed. Its aberra-
tions and extravagancies will be best
corrected by means of homoeopathic treat-
ment. To this end we must have re-
course to poetry. In the long succession
of our great poets, from the days of
Chaucer to our own day, we have ex-
haustless nutriment adapted not only to
invigorate and brighten the imagination,
but also to give it a sound and healthy
bias, and to store it with noble and ele-
vated creations.
And it is not, let us remember, the
imagination only that poetry of the
higher kind educates ; its influence ex-
tends to many of the intellectual and
moral faculties ; it pours into the soul,
with the rich flood of song, the pro-
foundest truths of divine philosophy
itself. It is the expression of the
purest and most generous emotions of
the deep heart of man. It catches the
manners living as they rise, and per-
petuates the very form and pressure of
the time. It mirrors the varied loveli-
ness of nature, and ever and anon
throws gleams of light into her infinite
mysteries. Not vainly, therefore, did
poetry bear so large a part in the educa-
tion of the world when the world was
young. Not vainly was old Homer the
text-book for many a generation of the
youth of Athens, and helped to form
the warriors who defended, and the
statesmen who governed, and the orators
who fulmined over Greece. That subtle,
busy, questioning, Attic mind, too, owed
the activity of its play, and the bright-
ness of its polish to contact with the
highest type of poetry, when year after
year the great theatre of Bacchus was
vocal with the "mighty lines" of ^Eschy-
lus, or witnessed the stately tread of the
" Sophoclean cothurnus." And whatever
Homer and the Dramatists could do for
Greece, Shakspere and Spenser and
Milton can do for the education of the
youth of England. If these, our great
national prophets, prophesy to us
through a less polished and perfect
organ, they are not, at all events, one
whit behind the chiefest of the ancients
in the sublimity of their sentiments, or
the splendour of their imagery. Nay,
compare sentiment with sentiment, and
image with image, and it will be found,
if partiality do not warp the judg-
ment, that our moderns as much excel
the ancients in the loftiness of their
thoughts, as the latter surpass them in
felicity of expression. It is to be sus-
pected, indeed, that the excellence of
the medium, in the case of Greek poetry,
often, like perfection of taste in dress,
gives a false air of beauty and dignity
to a sentiment which is really very com-
mon-place.
Consider now what must have been
accomplished for him who has been
made thoroughly conversant with some
of Shakspere' s masterpieces, with
Hamlet and Lear, with Macbeth and
Julius Caesar. He has been introduced
to scenes calculated to awaken some of
the strongest and deepest emotions of
his soul ; he has listened to the almost
prophetic voice of " old experience ;" he
has gazed upon the swift and compli-
cated action of the world's machinery ;
he has pored over the most graphic
and life-like delineations of human
nature ; character, life, wisdom, feeling, —
he has been in contact with them all ;
and surely his spirit must be "duller
than the fat weed that rots on Lethe's
wharf," if it is not stirred, and taught,
and disciplined by the association.
And here it must be urged, that to
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develop certain intellectual faculties, to
improve the memory, to strengthen the
reasoning powers, to cultivate the habit
of abstraction, is not all the work that
education has to do. Its province is of
far wider range, and includes still more
exalted aims. Its processes are as much
moral as intellectual, embrace within
their sphere all the tempers, habits,
qualities, tendencies of the man, and
are consummated by all possible appli-
ances and influences that can act on
every separate element of man's nature.
Now this consideration will enable us
more decisively to contend for the educa-
ting power of our own English literature.
For observe the society into which it
introduces us ! We are brought by it
into contact with minds of the loftiest
order. And what does more to form
and fashion us than our companionship 1
Insensibly we become assimilated to
those with whom, we associate. Just as
those minute insects which we may dis-
cover in the grass wear the livery of
that green herbage on which they bat-
ten, so virtue is always passing out of
great authors into their readers. Not
only the sentiments, but the very soul
and spirit are transfused. Thus the
study of an elevated literature will
silently and little by little take eifect on
the man's nature, and the various elements
of character will grow in correspondence
with the influences that act on them.
" lit flos in septis secretus nascitur hortis
Quern mulcent aurae, firmat sol, educat
imber."
Catholicity of feeling and breadth of
views will, in some measure at all
events, result from such influences.
The student will learn to appreciate the
temper with which great minds ap-
proach the consideration of great ques-
tions ; he will discover that truth is
many-sided, that it is not identical or
merely co-extensive with individual
opinion, and that the world is a good
deal wider than his own sect, or party,
or class. And such a lesson the middle
classes of this country greatly need. They
are generally honest in their opinions,
but in too many cases they are narrow.
It must be remembered that there is a
wide distinction between narrowness
and definiteness of view. On this point
people are apt to mistake. Those who
complain of the narrowness of party
views are very often regarded as advo-
cating laxity and vagueness in matters
of opinion. They are stigmatised as
latitudinarian in a bad sense. No-
charge can be more unfair. The true
latitudinarian does not disparage clear-
ness and distinctiveness of opinion, but
only one-sided dogmatism and over-
strained compression of truth. Now
the tendency of earnest middle-class
Englishmen is to compress truth, to
square and shape it into formulas and
to confine it within party limits. The
fact scarcely needs illustrating. Take
the case of religion. The whole field
of it is divided into petty enclosures,
overgrown with an iron crop of shibbo-
leths. Whenever an honest English-
man looks beyond the verge of his own
circle and takes a peep into his neigh-
bour's enclosure, he inevitably draws
back his head with a grave shake and
a subdued muttering, a few words of
which, such as "unsound," "danger-
ous," "heterodox," are alone permitted
to reach the ear. The same sort of
thing exhibits itself with regard to social
and political questions. The majority of
fairly intelligent every-day people can
only look at them from their own con-
fined point of view. They base their
opinions on the contracted foundation of
the little sphere in which they move,
and apply to the interests of an empire
the maxims and rules which they draw
from the experiences of the market and
the shop. To this the use of English
literature in education would, in some
measure at least, supply a corrective.
It would assist in the formation of
deeper and broader views in religion
. and politics. It would do so, not so
much because such views are to be
found in the works of our standard
writers — though this is necessarily true
— but because it would strengthen and
enlarge the mind's range of vision, and
would breathe a loftier and more catholic
spirit into the soul. Another and a
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kindred result would be increase and
extension of the sympathies. Large
views help to generate large sympathies ;
and, by converse with the thoughts and
utterances of those who are intellectual
leaders of the race, our heart comes to
beat in accord with the feelings of uni-
versal humanity. We discover that no
diiferences of class, or party, or creed,
can destroy the power of genius to
charm and to instruct, and that above
the smoke and stir, the din and turmoil
of man's lower life of care and business
and debate, there is a serene and
luminous region of truth where all may
meet and expatiate in common. A
zealous monarchist and Stuart partizan
may, while studying the political history
of the great Civil War, come bitterly to
dislike, and angrily to denounce the
Secretary of Cromwell and author of
the "Defensio Populi Anglicani ;" but
when he makes acquaintance with the
rich and luxuriant poetry of "Comus," or
when the solemn organ-like melodies of
" Paradise Lost" are heard by him, his
prejudice is disarmed, he is irresistibly
taken captive, and he finds that the
great political and ecclesiastical here-
siarch and himself have a common
heritage, and are citizens of one common
city. It is, indeed, a good thing that
men should be constrained to admire
those with whom, in matters of opinion,
they disagree ; and high genius joined
with high moral tone and purpose can
enforce such admiration.
Yet again it may be contended that
an education, based on the national
literature, would assist in developing a
spirit of enlightened patriotism. Eng-
lishmen, indeed, are anything but un-
patriotic ; they love their country,
glory in its renown, are willing to
die for its safety ; but they do not
always seem to understand wherein its
chief nobility lies. They are fascinated
by its historic renown, by its commer-
cial enterprise, by its material resources ;
they are not sufficiently alive to the
measureless importance of an elevated
national character. They need to be
taught to appreciate thoroughly those
moral qualities traditionally regarded as
distinctively English. Their education
should be such as to inspire them with
a love for manly sincerity, stainless
faith, fearless advocacy of truth. These
are doubtless in some sense national
traits ; the germs of them are latent in
the unformed nature of the English
boy; but they must be drawn forth, and
the high, generous, and manly spirit
that breathes in English literature is
exactly the agency for educing them.
Again, the English character is con-
fessedly deficient in refinement. The
natural Englishman is almost always
coarse ; his tendencies are somewhat
animal, and his tastes incline to the
boisterous and material. Now we have
all known, ever since we first learnt our
Latin syntax, that acquaintance with
the liberal arts softens and refines.
Assuredly then among the liberal arts
that so humanize, standard literature
occupies the first place. If anything
will take coarseness and vulgarity out
of a soul, it must be refined images and
elevated sentiments. As a clown will
instinctively tread lightly and feel
ashamed of his hob-nailed shoes in a
lady's boudoir, so a vulgar mind may,
by converse with minds of high culture,
be brought to see and deplore the
contrast between itself and them, and
to make an earnest effort to put off its
vulgarity.
A reference to taste and refinement
suggests the thought that an early in-
troduction to really great writers would
have the effect of improving the pre-
vailing literary taste of future genera-
tions. A course of standard authors
would be found a powerful corrective of
any excessive liking for the feeble, shal-
low, ephemeral literature that is now so
much in vogue. There is, however,
yet another argument which I must
ask leave to advance on behalf of the
cause I plead. Thorough and accurate
study of the English language and
literature would supply what the great
body of fairly educated people are
grievously deficient in, viz. power of ex-
pression. It has never, I imagine, been
ascertained, how large a percentage of the
middle class of this country can write
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Gn the use of English Classical Literature
and speak their own mother tongue
with fluency and correctness. This
is too delicate and subtle an inquiry
for the machinery of the census ; but,
were such an inquiry possible, the
results would not afford much gratifica-
tion. As a matter of fact, the language
is degenerating in the hands of pro-
fessional writers ; hybrid words, awk-
ward and conventional phrases, daring
anacoloutha, and extraordinary syntac-
tical licences, are continually manifesting
themselves in the current literature of
the day. Much more then must we
be prepared for maltreatment of the
Queen's English among the trading
and commercial classes. And we find
it plentifully. To be able to tell a
plain tale in plain words; to make a
statement simply, clearly, concisely; to
record the details of business in vigo-
rous business-like terms — is an ac-
complishment that does not always
appear in company with shrewd sense
and sound business capacity. Now it
would go far to remedy this defect^ if
the nascent hopes of the commercial
classes were carried through a course of
the strong nervous racy prose of the
seventeenth century. Barrow and South
may be voted somewhat dry reading ;
but the former helped to make Chatham
an orator, and the latter can boast of a
style, the mixed excellences of which
adapt it for the use of the rhetorician
on the one hand, and the practical man
of business on the other.
It is surely not necessary to seek
further arguments in favour of such a
reform or modification of existing me-
thods of education as shall more pro-
minently and more effectually enlist in
the cause the services of our National
Literature. If that literature embody
all the excellences for which we give it
credit, if it be full of the living power of
genius, if it be a rich store -house of
thought and argument and imagery, if it
breathe a manly, generous, liberal spirit,
and be pervaded by a pure and healthy
morality, it must, if rightly applied,
act powerfully and benignantly on
the opening faculties of our English
youth.
II. It only remains to consider how
it may be rightly applied, or, in other
words, effectively taught.
To this end it must, above all
things, be thoroughly taught. To run
through a standard author in a cursory
and superficial way is a mere waste of
time and dissipation of mind. And in
the study of an English writer there is
some danger of being hurried and super-
ficial, because the scholar does not at the
outset encounter the same difficulties
which he meets with when he enters on
the examination of a Greek or Latin
book. In the latter case he has, in
order to get at the thoughts, to crack
the shell of a foreign and unfamiliar
language. This compels attention, re-
search, deliberate weighing of words, so
that the mind is at once invigorated by
necessary effort and trained to habits of
thorough and exhaustive inquiry. On
the other hand, when the language is
vernacular, the mind travels over it so
easily and rapidly that the thoughts
have scarcely time to imprint themselves
on the understanding, and such im-
pression as they do leave is faint and
imperfect.
This, then, is the thing to be guarded
against. It is an utter mistake to sup-
pose that the study of English Litera-
ture, be it poetry or prose, belongs in any
sense to the department of " light read-
ing." It would be just as rational to
consider gold-digging as simply a form
of spade-husbandry. It is possible, of
course, to content oneself with merely
turning up the surface soil, but he who
does so will never get possession of the
treasure which lies hid beneath.
I contend, then, that, to be of any use
for purposes of education, an English
author must be studied as carefully and
as deeply as a Greek one, and very
much in the same way. It will not, I
hope, seem pedantic if I venture to pre-
scribe rules for such a study.
1. Take first the department of lan-
guage.
This should be critically investigated.
There is a notion that English cannot be
taught scientifically on account of the
want of definiteness and system in Eng-
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433
lish grammar. We have not indeed in
English that structural nicety which the
predominance of inflected forms gives a
language. Hence there is little scope for
applying laws of syntax to our mother-
tongue. But we have compensation in
some other departments. The fact that
the English language is composite opens
out a very interesting and a very edu-
cating line of study in connexion with
it — the study of words in their origin and
in their variety and changes of meaning.
Everybody knows how much literature
owes to Dean Trench in connexion with
this subject ; he has indeed, as it seems
to me, indicated a course which, rightly
used, may be made' fruitful of most
precious results in education.
The school-boy then should, while
learning his Latin grammar, which will
help him to appreciate one element of
his native speech, be allowed some in-
sight into the more domestic and abori-
ginal element of that speech, as exhi-
bited in its older and purely Saxon
forms. He should be taught how the
language has grown, and changed, and
developed ; how inflections have gradu-
ally dropped out ; how new words and
new idioms have as gradually slipt in ;
how old words have gotten for them-
selves new meanings ; and how prevailing
opinions, and shifting fashions, and
national temperament affect the " jus et
norma loquendi."
Again, when he comes to study an
English author, he should be required
to note every striking and important
word and phrase ; to discriminate the
exact shade of meaning proper to the
word in that particular connexion ; to
register such idioms as have become
obsolete, or involve note-worthy gram-
matical peculiarities, and to make a col-
lection of such forms and expressions as
deserve to be treasured up for use in
composition.
2. From the language we pass to the
subject-matter, and here again there is
scope for great and varied labour.
In the first place the general drift and
tenor of the argument should be mas-
tered. With this view the pupil should,
after reading a certain portion of his
author, be required to make an analysis
or abstract of the portion read. He
must be trained, in doing this, to seize
and pick out the leading thoughts, to
indicate the steps in the argument, and
to bring into full relief the master-truth
which the author wishes to exhibit.
Further, he must be made to "get
up" a clear and full explanation of all
classical, historical, and other allusions,
and he must patiently and faithfully
disentangle all involutions of language,
and all intricacies of thought.
Yet again, in order to call into play
his reasoning and reflective powers, he
must be required (where the opportu-
nity presents itself) to weigh in his
own mind the force and soundness of
some particular argument, the truth and
falsehood of some particular position,
and to form and express his opinion
about them.
So too, according to the character of
the work studied, certain points will
require special attention. If the pupil
is engaged on a historian, he must be
led to consider the evidence on which
the historical facts are based, and the
validity of the inferences drawn from
them. The study of a poem or drama
will afford opportunity for another sort
of culture. Character must be ana-
lysed, the propriety and beauty of the
imagery illustrated, poetical forms of
expression and figures of speech brought
under notice.
3. In the last place, such a study as
I am advocating must be accompanied
by frequent and varied exercises in
composition. A popular and useful
exercise of the kind is what is called
paraphrasing, which consists in express-
ing the thoughts of the writer in
different but equivalent terms. This
approaches in some measure to the
practice of written translation from
a foreign language, and to a certain
extent supplies its place as an instru-
ment of education. Another and still
more valuable exercise is writing from
memory the substance of a portion of
an author after having carefully studied
it some little time before. In this case,
the original and the imitation should
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afterwards be carefully compared. Ori-
ginal themes and essays should also
be set on subjects suggested by the
work in hand. It may be well some-
times to follow out a proposition barely
suggested by the writer, sometimes to
controvert one of his statements or
positions, and sometimes to compose a
critique on his general line of argument
and style.
To pursue this subject further would
be tedious. What has been said suf-
ficiently indicates the direction that
should be taken, and, I hope, also does
something to prove what may be called
the capabilities of English Literature as
an instrument of mental training and
discipline. In this hope I commend the
subject to the fair and thoughtful con-
sideration of all whom it may concern.
And, in good sooth, it concerns every-
body. We are all interested in' the
formation of the national character and
the culture of the national mind. The
tendencies of education are certainly
just now in a purely utilitarian and scien-
tific direction. Some partial reaction is
wanted. Let the useful be duly honoured;
let science occupy its own, and that a
worthy place. But open the way also
for moral influences, for the assimilation
of high thoughts, and communing with
great minds. Let England's immortal
dead speak again in the Colleges and
Schools of their country, and their
voices will not fall vainly on the ears of
England's children. Their burning words
and breathing thoughts will stimulate
and nourish our national manhood, and
will help to maintain an exalted national
character.
CO-OPEEATIYE SOCIETIES ; THEIR SOCIAL AND ECONOMICAL
ASPECTS.
BY HENRY FAWCETT.
MR. HALLAM, an historian whose ac-
curacy cannot be questioned, has re-
marked— " I should find it difficult to
'resist the conclusion, that, however
' the labourer has derived benefit from
'the cheapness of manufactured com-
' modities, and from many inventions
' of common utility, he is much inferior
'in ability to support a family to his
' ancestors three or four centuries ago."
In the time of the Tudors, the weekly
wages of ordinary labourers would enable
them to purchase tAvice as much wheat
and meat as would the wages of a similar
class of labourers at the present time.
It therefore appears that improvement
in the material condition of a large sec-
tion of the community has not accom-
panied the great progress in the nation's
wealth. For England's commercial pro-
gress is unparalleled; she accumulates
capital for a great portion of the civilized
world ; by her aid railways are carried
into the far West ; her commerce has
been developed by the greatest triumphs
of mechanical genius ; her exports have
advanced in afewyears from 50,000,000^.
to 130,000,OOOZ. ; and yet no correspond-
ing effect seems to have been produced
in the material condition of her poorest
classes.
Philanthropic institutions continue to
unfold the same tales of dire distress.
Needlewomen exh'aust their strength and
ruin their health for the most beggarly
pittances; and labourers frequently can-
not be provided with such food as the
necessities of nature demand — for by
many meat can now never be tasted
more than once a week. It appears,
therefore, quite evident that increased
production does not insure a happier
distribution of a nation's wealth. Yet
there may be divers opinions as to how
a more equable distribution is to be
brought about.
I may be thought hard-hearted if I
seek a remedy in the lessons which
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435
political economy teaches. The remedy,
however, which I shall describe has the
advantage of having been tried and
proved to be effectual.
The most characteristic feature in the
social condition of this country is the
fact that all classes of labourers depend
for their remuneration upon the capital
which has been accumulated by others.
As long as our social relations continue
thus, the remuneration of the labourer
must be regulated by the same laws as
at the present time. Wages are now
determined by the relative rapidity with
which the population and the accumula-
tion of capital advance. The wage-fund
of a country is a component part of its
capital ; if this increases with greater
rapidity than population, wages will rise.
We may regret that a labourer should
only obtain ten shillings a week ; but
such wages are absolutely decreed to him
by our existing social conditions, and can-
not be raised by the mere desires of
humane sympathy. We are thus able
to discern the only effectual means by
which wages can be raised, since they
are determined by a ratio between
population and capital ; but there is a
wide-spread opinion amongst our labour-
ing classes, which comes out prominently
in the agitation of strikes, that wages
are reduced by a tyrannical fiat of the
capitalist. When the labourers express
enmity towards capitalists, they should
remember that, as long as the labourers,
as a class, do not save, they render capi-
talists, who do not labour with their
hands, absolutely necessary. Capital is
that portion of past produce which has
been saved to aid future production ;
capital, in fact, sustains the labourer
until the results of his labour become
available for consumption. If the la-
bourer will not save, he must look for
others to sustain him, and a large por-
tion of the produce of his labour must
be devoted to compensate the capitalist -
for his accumulation, for his risk, and
for the labour of superintendence. When,
therefore, labourers become a saving
class, there will have been secured the
most important advance not only in their
social, but also in their material condi-
tion, as they will then obtain from their
own savings all those services for which
they now have to pay the capitalist so
heavy a price. . This may appear an
Utopian expectation ; and it will per-
haps be objected, "What is the use of
saying it is a good thing for the labourers
to save 1 Every one knows that ; the
difficulty is, how to induce them to
save." I recognise the difficulty, and
will meet it with a remedy, which I
believe may well impress us with its
practical significance. All saving in-
volves a present sacrifice for a future
advantage. A sure sign of inferior
education is the absence of foresight.
The poor, therefore, will not generally
be provident ; and, of course, saving be-
comes much more difficult when it can-
not be made from a superfluous abun-
dance, but involves the sacrifice of some
of the necessaries of life. We will
recognise to the full all these obstacles
to saving, for we shall then be better
able to discern the manner in which
saving can be most effectually encou-
raged. The first thing which is of
special importance is to place distinctly
before the labourer the advantage which
his saving will bring him. It is not
surprising that there should be an ab-
sence of saving amongst the poor at the
present time. Few labourers would be
able to accumulate 100?. without many
a severe sacrifice. When this 100?. is
accumulated, tjie labourer will not be in
a different social position ; the 100?.
will be placed in the savings bank, and
fifty shillings a year will be the only
reward of his prudence. If, however,
he could use this 100?. as capital to sup-
port him while labouring, he would then
cease to pay the capitalist the heavy
price he now pays him. The advantage
to the labourer of being his own capi-
talist can scarcely be overestimated. He
would be advanced to a different social
grade ; the whole produce of his labour
would be his own ; and, depend upon it,
prudence amongst the labouring classes
would not then be so rare a virtue as it
is now. • But how is this to be effected ?
The whole tendency of civilisation is
against it ; every year production is
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carried on upon a larger scale; every
year small capitalists and small producers
find it difficult to compete with large
commercial undertakings. Manufac-
turing on an extensive scale is more
economical, and the small manufactories
are being entirely absorbed by those
marvels of commercial enterprise with
which Lancashire and Yorkshire are
studded. Large farms are gradually
absorbing the small holdings ; in a
village there are now but three occu-
piers, where, perhaps, a few years since
there were thirty ; and this tendency
will be found to increase in every de-
partment of industry, in proportion as
the application of machinery is extended.
It is therefore hopeless to expect that
production will ever again be carried on
by uncombined labourers, such as the
peasant cultivators of India, or the arti-
sans and artificers of bygone days. How,
therefore, can a labourer in this country
convert his savings into capital to sup-
port his own labour ? This can be vir-
tually done, and has been done, by a
number of labourers putting their joint
savings into one common fund, thus
forming a capital sufficient to establish
a large commercial undertaking. Those
who have contributed this capital may
act as labourers in the concern, thus
becoming their own capitalists, and
taking to themselves the whole of the
profits which are now paid to the capi-
talist. If the savings of the labouring
classes could be thus invested, it is
quite evident that accumulation would
be most powerfully stimulated. Fifty
shillings a year received as interest from
100?. by the working man can make no
perceptible change in his social condi-
tion ; but if this 100?. would enable him
to become a working partner in a thriving
joint-stock concern, he is at once ad-
vanced into a different social grade. He
is no longer a hired labourer, who toils
on from year to year without prospect
of advancement ; but his career becomes
cheered by the blessings of hope. Under
these benign influences he will attain
prudential habits, and all those indus-
trial virtues which so pre-eminently dis-
tinguish the middle classes.
But, it may be objected, such com-
binations of labour for commercial pur-
poses can never succeed. The requisite
confidence will not be placed in the
managers ; there will be divided councils ;
and it will therefore be impossible to
compete with the energy of the indivi-
dual capitalist. Such objections appear
theoretically to be unanswerable ; they
will, however, be completely refuted by
the examples of success which I shall
adduce.
I will now describe the extraordinary
career of two Co-operative Societies at
Leeds and Rochdale ; and I would re-
mark beforehand that I believe their
success has been due to no exceptional
causes. Working men originated them ;
every farthing of the capital has through-
out belonged to working men ; and, from
the commencement, the management has
been entirely in the hands of working
men.
In 1844, the working classes of Leeds
believed that they were compelled,' in
consequence of a combination of millers,
to pay a high price for adulterated flower.
They therefore determined to supply
themselves with pure flour at the lowest
market price. Three thousand pounds
were raised by shares of 21s. each : no
person being permitted to hold more
than one share. As no suitable mill
could be rented, one was purchased for
5,000?., — part of the purchase-money
remaining on mortgage. It was resolved
to purchase the very best English wheat,
and to sell no flour but that of the first
quality ; and, after a careful calculation,
it was resolved that as many shillings
per quarter as were paid for wheat, so
many halfpence per stone should be
charged for flour. Thus, if wheat was
40s. per quarter, flour would be Is. 8d.
per stone. In Leeds, flour had always
been sold one penny or two-pence per
stone above the price thus determined.
But all the millers have now, by com-
petition, been compelled to reduce the
price to that charged at the cooperative
mill. The members of the society and
the public purchase upon the same
terms ; but each member receives a tin
ticket to record the amount of each of
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437
his purchases, and at the end of the
year the profits are thus divided : — Five
per cent, is paid as a uniform dividend
upon the shares ; and the remaining
profits are divided amongst the members
in proportion to the amount of their re-
spective purchases, this amount being
registered by the tin tickets.
In 1850, the capital was 3,925?.,
business done 26,100?., and profits 506?.
The society steadily and rapidly pro-
gressed in prosperity. In 1857, taking
an average of the preceding five years,
the business done was 55,930?., the
capital 7,689£, and the profits 1,786?.
This indicates profits of 25 per cent.
The management of the concern appears
to have been admirable. No credit
whatever is given. The retailers of the
flour are remunerated by commission of
Is. 9d. per bag ; and they are not allowed
to give orders for less than 10?. at a
time : this arrangement diminishes the
cost of cartage from the mill. , The eco-
nomy and excellence of the management
are proved by the fact, that the cost of
retailing is reduced 50 per cent. ; and
the expense of grinding is 40 per cent,
less than had before been charged in
Leeds.
At Rochdale, a Co-operative Store is
conducted on the same principles, and
with equal success. It commenced in
1844, with a capital of 281. At first,
only grocery was sold ; now, butchers'
meat and clothes are also retailed ; and
within the last few years, a flour-mill,
similar to the one at Leeds, has been
established. In 1856, the number of
members was 1,600, the amount of
funds, 12,920?.; the business done was
63,179?., and the profits made, 3,921?.
In this society a member can hold any
amount of shares less than 100?. The
society also has the functions of a bank
of deposit ; for members can add or with-
draw capital at their pleasure. Profits
are divided on the same principles as at
Leedsy with the exception that 2^ per
cent, of the profits are put aside for the
mutual improvement of the members :
an excellent reading-room and a library
are thus supported. All adulteration
is most carefully avoided. The officers
are elected by the members for a definite
period. A box is kept, in which any
member can lodge a written complaint,
which is investigated at a quarterly
meeting ; but complaints are seldom
made, for the management is as excel-
lent as at Leeds. Thus the working
expenses are not 2^ per cent, upon the
returns. This is much less than half
the average working expenses of similar
businesses. The Pioneers' Co-operative
Store, at Rochdale, and the Leeds'
Co-operative Flour-mill, have, together,
done transactions to the extent of more
than 1,000,000?. ; and they have not
had to set off 101. for bad debts. Pro-
fessional auditors have examined the
books of these two societies, and affirm
that the manner in which ^the accounts
have been kept might serve as a model to
any commercial undertaking. As an off-
shoot of the Pioneers' Store, a Co-opera-
tive Cotton-mill was established at Roch-
dale in 1855. The Pioneers' Society
has 5,000?. invested as capital in the
undertaking. At first, a portion of a
mill was rented ; and, in 1856, 96
looms were at work : the profits of the
capital were 13| per cent. The labourers
receive the wages current in the trade,
and a uniform dividend of 5 per cent,
is paid on capital. The remaining pro-
fits are divided into two equal shares ;
one of these is paid as an extra dividend
upon capital ; the other share is at the
end of each year divided amongst the
labourers. Each labourer's share is in
direct proportion to the amount of wages
he has received throughout the year.
The most efficient workmen, therefore,
not only receive, as in other employ-
ments, the highest weekly wages, but
also obtain a corresponding advantage
in the annual division of profits. The
most skilled labour and the highest
efforts of that skill are secured ; and the
concern, though in its infancy, is able to
compete successfully in a business where
commercial enterprise has been most
particularly developed.1 The great suc-
1 These facts have been summarised from
statements of accounts which I have obtained
from Leeds and Rochdale.
Much valuable information is also contained
438
Co-operative Societies ;
<;ess of this cooperative cotton manufac-
tory induced a desire to extend the
undertaking. As no mill of adequate
size could be rented, it was resolved to
"build one. I can most fitly describe
this femarkable undertaking by quoting
.a portion of a letter with which I have
been favoured from the manager, Mr.
Wm. Cooper : —
" The Rochdale Cooperative Manu-
facturing Society has now a capital
" of 55,000^. Its"new mill, which, with
" the machinery and capital required to
"work it, will take 44,000£, will
" begin to work almost immediately. The
"society decided at the last monthly
"meeting to lay the foundation this
" autumn of another mill. The mill con-
tains 260 looms, 16 pairs of mules or
« 10,000 spindles, 46 throstles or 11,000
" spindles, and carding, &c. in proportion,
" and will employ about 280 workpeople.
" The society has ceased to take more
" members six months ago, on the ground
" that money came in faster than the so-
"" ciety could profitably work it. All this
" has been effected by the unaided efforts
' of the labouring classes, and they never
' perhaps achieved a nobler or more hope-
' ful work. Numerous other co-operative
' societies exist in different parts of the
' country, and it has been calculated that
' these societies now possess an aggregate
' capital of 963,0002."
It will be seen from the facts adduced
that a desire to obtain unadulterated
food first prompted these co-operative
efforts, and that they were in no way
connected with those social and political
opinions which are attributed to com-
munism. These societies have entirely
freed themselves from the pernicious
economical fallacies which were formerly
propounded by the apostles of co-opera-
tion. Thus, both at Leeds and Roch-
dale, competition is fully recognised, and,
far from there being any community
of property, the co-operative manufac-
tory at Rochdale is based upon the
principle that the efficient workman
not only receives higher wages, but also
in a paper read by Mr. John Holmes, of Leeds,
at the meeting of the Social Science Asso-
ciation, at Birmingham.
obtains a larger share in the ultimate
division of profits. The remarkable
results above stated will naturally prompt
us to seek the causes which have tended
to produce them. In the first place it
will be observed, that no credit what-
ever is given ; even if a workman has
50£. invested, he must pay ready money
for the smallest article. The commer-
cial prosperity of these societies, as well
as the welfare of the workmen, are thus
alike promoted. The facility of getting
into debt is the great bane of the work-
ing classes. Not only is improvidence
thus encouraged, but the workman is
bound to deal with those tradesmen to
whom he is indebted ; who too often
avail themselves of this opportunity to
extort a large price for adulterated articles.
These co-operative societies also render
unnecessary a large portion of the
present expense of distribution. Such
a quantity of flour, for example, as is
produced at the two mills at Leeds and
Rochdale, would ordinarily be dis-
tributed through the agency of a vast
number of small shops; whereas, in
their case, the whole cost of distribu-
tion is covered by a commission of Is. 9d.
on each bag of flour. These are, no
doubt, most important agents of pros-
perity, but I believe the chief cause
of the success which has attended
these co-operative efforts yet remains to
be noticed.
An identity of interests between em-
ployer and employed, is a doctrine which
many delight to repeat : let us inquire to
what extent this identity of interest
really exists.
The produce of labour is divided into
two shares. One share forms the profits
of the capitalist ; the other the labourer
obtains, and it is termed his wages. It is
therefore quite manifest that each party
is directly interested in securing as
large a share as possible. The more the
labourer receives, so much the less must
there be left for the employer; and
therefore, with our 'present social rela-
tions, the employer and employed have
not identical interests, but are more
accurately in the position of buyer and
seller. Does not a railway contractor
Their Social and Economical Aspects.
439
take the same care to obtain labour on
the best possible terms, as he does to
buy materials at the cheapest rate1?
Does any large employer feel that his
labourers will spontaneously put forth
the full energy of their labours ? Labour-
ers have to be watched, and kept to
their work, much in the same way as
the unwilling schoolboy is coerced to his
task ; and do not employers of labour,
from one end of the coxintry to the
other, complain that their labourers are
more careless of their masters' interests
than they were formerly — that they
begin to show a more haughty indepen-
dence, and that they now pass from one
employer to another for the slightest
advantage ? The Trades Unions, which
have increased so significantly within
the last few years, are regarded by the
labourers as combinations to defend
their rights in opposition to the capital-
ists ; and, far from the employers and
employed being bound with the sym-
pathy of mutual interest, every thought-
ful mind must be impressed with the
opposition growing up between these
classes, which is every day more and
more felt. It is evidenced by a wide-
spread dissatisfaction, which occasion-
ally gathers sufficient strength to con-
vulse society with a strike. Many
dislike to acknowledge these indications
of an opposition between employer and
employed, and wish to revive between
master and servant those feelings of
affectionate dependence which existed
in days of yore. But you cannot have
an effect when its cause is irrecoverably
gone. This feeling of attachment had
its source in the protection from danger
which the labourer needed, and which his
master extended towards him. But all
this is changed ; the relations of em-
ployers and employed are now purely
commercial ; and, if an attachment exists
between them, it must be based upon
some identity of pecuniary interests.
At the present time, the labourer
has seldom any motive to put forth his
best exertions ; if he is paid by fixed
wages, he has no interest but to do as
little work for his wages as possible.
In some employments piece-work can
be introduced, but even in this case it
is the labourer's interest to concern him-
self simply with the quantity, and not
with the quality of the work done. But
in co-operation, the profits are shared
amongst the labourers ; each labourer
therefore is directly interested, not only
himself to work with full energy, but to
see that every other labourer does the
same. An efficient inspection is thus
spontaneously created without any ex-
pense, and there grows up a certain
esprit de corps which never exists
amongst mere hired labourers. The
mental powers of the workman are
called forth to assist him as far as possi-
ble in his work, whereas it would be
difficult to over-estimate the pecuniary
loss which is connected with that mental
apathy and inactivity which now so
peculiarly distinguishes many of our
labourers. In fact, as it has been well
said, co-operation secures the highest and
most skilled efforts of the workmen;
and this is sufficient to explain the
signal success which has attended these
co-operative efforts, whenever the labour-
ers have selected proper managers from
amongst their own body, and placed the
requisite confidence in them. So power-
fully efficient is this principle of co-
operation, that it has succeeded even
under the most unfavourable circum-
stances. In France, many of these co-
operative societies were started with
borrowed capital, which the Provisional
Government of 1848 was willing to lend.
The career of these societies was cut
short by dynastic changes ; but the few
years of their existence sufficed to pay
off all the capital that was borrowed,
and leave them a large accumulative
fond of their own.
I do not wish in the slightest degree
to conceal the difficulties and dangers
against which these societies must con-
tend. It is commonly assumed that
joint-stock undertakings can never suc-
cessfully compete in trade against the
individual capitalist, because a manager
paid by a fixed salary will not put forth
the same active energy as the individual
owner of a business. Co-operative so-
cieties, of course, rest under this disad-
440
Co-operative Societies ; their Social and Economical Aspects.
vantage in common -with other joint-
stock undertakings; but the figures I
have quoted demonstrate that this dis-
advantage can be more than compen-
sated by some of the other conditions of
co-operation. Thus, no credit is given,
the expenses of distribution are dimin-
ished, and every labourer is directly
interested in his work, and thus is acted
upon by those same influences which are
considered to evoke energy and skill
from the individual tradesman or manu-
facturer. The selection of proper mana-
gers is, however, the great difficulty
with which these co-operative societies
will have to struggle. It cannot be
doubted but that the managers at Leeds
and Rochdale have been men whose
talents and sterling worth would have
earned success in any walk of life. Such
men are, doubtless, to be found amongst
every large body of workmen ; if care is
not taken to select them, co-operation must
inevitably fail. A co-operative manufac-
tory will meet with many difficulties
which will not at all affect a co-operative
shop. Such a shop need make no specula-
tive purchases ; and, as no credit is given,
the risk is small indeed. But in a co-ope-
rative cotton manufactory, competition
must be carried on with a class of men
who at once avail themselves of the
smallest advantage which is to be ob-
tained, either by purchasing the raw
material at a particular time, or by the
introduction of the slightest improve-
ment in machinery. As yet, this com-
petition has been carried on with a suc-
cess which could not have been antici-
pated. The question as to the ultimate
extension of such co-operative under-
takings is, as yet, however, only partially
determined. The fluctuations in the
cotton business are great. Will a body
of workmen combined in a cotton manu-
factory be able to keep together during
two or three years of low profits, and
withstand the difficulties of a financial
crisis 1 This is a problem which yet
remains to be solved. If it is solved
satisfactorily, the principle of co-opera-
tion will have become a national institu-
tion and one of the greatest of social
achievements.
Several co-operative societies have not
succeeded. Such cases of failure ought
to be carefully considered, as in this
manner the requisites of success may be
more distinctly perceived.
I would for one moment direct atten-
tion to a very singular popular error
connected with co-operation. These
societies were first tried on a large
scale in France, and many of the most
eminent apostles of co-operation were
leading members of the advanced re-
publican party. Hence it was for a long
time supposed, and I fear the error has
not yet been completely exploded, that
there was some democratic element in-
volved in their constitution. These so-
cieties are not in any way directly con-
nected with politics ; in fact, at the
present time, I believe they embrace
men of the most opposite political
opinions. Ultimately, however, they will
have a tendency to spread a healthy and
intelligent conservatism amongst the
operatives. The restless and turbulent
element of a nation is a class with-
out property, and so impoverished that
national disturbances cannot leave them
worse off than they were before.
Co-operation cannot succeed without
calling forth many of the highest quali-
ties of man's intellectual and moral
nature. It demands a just appreciation
of the characters of others ; it calls for an
intelligent confidence associated with a
judicious watchfulness ; and it requires
prudence on the part of those who have
not been accustomed to foresight. The
active business which exists at the
present time in the manufacturing dis-
tricts should be taken advantage of by
the labourers to extend these co-operative
societies. Periods of prosperity have
hitherto left no record of permanent
social advancement. A larger temporary
consumption of luxuries by the working
classes, and a great increase in the num-
ber of marriages, have generally been
been the most prominent features of
prosperous days. A rapid increase of
population is thus stimulated, which, in
a few years, again makes the labour-
market redundant, and adds to the
difficulties of those recurring periods of
Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
441
distress, when trade is dull, and employ-
ment scarce.
The practical success of co-operation
has been already sufficiently proved to
warrant the establishment in every town
and village of shops or stores similar to
those at Leeds and Rochdale. A co-
operative manufactory should be more
cautiously undertaken. Permanent suc-
cess in this case has not been as yet
completely proved, and the capital which
must be risked is very large. But a
co-operative shop or store has been de-
veloped from the smallest beginnings.
The Pioneers at Rochdale started with
a capital of only 281. The working
classes are very generally impressed with
the belief that they are somewhat im-
posed upon ; that they pay high prices
for bread and grocery ; and often do not
get a good or pure article for their
money. They have the remedy in their
own hands. Why don't they withdraw
their deposits from the savings' -banks,
and form a joint fund to establish a
flour-mill, a bakery, or a grocery-shop ?
The workmen of Leeds and Rochdale
did this, and they have obtained as their
reward unadulterated articles, and a
profit of more than twenty per cent,
upon their capital. Why should the
working classes be encouraged to place
their earnings in the savings' -banks,
where the interest is so remarkably
small ?
A few words contained in the letter
from which I have already quoted, will
most appropriately conclude these re-
marks— " Co-operation aims at giving to
" the workers the fruits of their industry.
" It is a kind of self-assistance, and yet
" has no hostile feeling against capital."
NOTE.
After this paper was in the press I received a
letter from Mr. Samuel Ashworth, one of the
managers of the Pioneers' Society, which in-
forms me that the two engines of 120-horse
power in the Co-operative Manufactory at
Rochdale were set to work on the llth of
August.
KYLOE-JOCK ANT) THE WEIRD OF WANTON-WALLS.
A LEGEND : IN SIX CHAPTERS.
BY GEORGE CUPPLES, AUTHOR OF " THE GREEN HAND," " HINCHBRIDGE HAUNTED," &C.
CHAPTER III.
HOW THE MASTER OP THE HOUSE WAS
ABSENT, AND IN HIS ABSENCE IT WAS
BELEAGUERED.
ON some errand of public duty or private
business, Mr. Rowland soon had to leave
home for the distant city. There he
was to stay some days, which might be
more numerous than he knew yet : and,
as he much disliked to be long absent
from the parish, or indeed to leave
home at all for a single night, so as to
lodge with strangers — thus might be ex-
plained the cloud of gravity that sat
upon his serious forehead, while he
parted from his household at the front
No. 12. — VOL. IL
door ; mounting the new but docile
horse, hight "Rutherford," to ride to
the coach-town, only six miles off. No
horse could more steadily have taken
the road, than Rutherford, or more be-
comingly have sustained the dignified
proportions of that figure after which
Andrew looked, with a well-satisfied
interest, from the open gate. The
object of his complacency was borne
away into a winter fog, that blended
horse and master, dilating them grandly,
like the chief of Centaurs ; while at a
sober trot it reached the brow of the
frosty road ; then gently vanished down-
wards, as over a depth of antique Fate.
Still, for minutes onward, did the sound
come regular and far from the iron-like
G G
Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
ground, through, the keen, echoing air.
Then the silence fell vast, like an augury
of old.
* "Winter it was, without a doubt. The
days were at the shortest ; and the in-
tense icy cold possessed the earth, bind-
ing the very sky, as it were in tyranny,
from letting down any help to the strife.
So vivid was the sense of life below, for
all that, as to send up exhilaration
through the gloom itself; at the very
sight of those sharp hacks and cracks
•in the earth's old shape again, showing
her merely wounded as before, with hard
-wrinkled ribs laid bare, fleshless arms
and bony fingers, eyes all puckered and
stony, veins empty and brittle as glass,
fetters of steel and outspread covers of
sealed iron — all • to be changed imme-
diately into fresh novelties, and some
time or other be restored to the familiar
state. Already, in fact, where the wet
marsh had been a useless place in the
hollow below the hill, icy enchantment
had come upon it; making it worth
the boy's pains to visit, if lesson-tune
had but allowed, in days so brief.
Only the lessons with his father, indeed,
had hindered the triumph it would have
been for Hugh to be the first improver
on that enchantment, as a conjuror of
polished slides and gliding tracks, push-
ing alone into the centre of those rushy
islands, and those sedgy quagmires,
where the water-lily had been inacces-
sible before, where the water-hen had
defied approach to her young, and
where the flocks of white-maws had
laid their precious eggs in vain. Nearer
to Kirkhill, than to Etherwood and the
parish-school, how just were Hugh's
claims to the first pleasures of that
place; and how easily could he have
forestalled the vulgar but busy school-
children in possession of it, had it not
been for that ever-growing Latin, those
too-swiftly rising Romans of Cornelius
Nepos, which had detained him, a soli-
tary pupil, under his father's concen-
trated eye ! Even now when, in the
troubled joy he felt in the removal of
that eye for a space, strange hopes were
whispered to him from .behind — yet
what possibilities of terror gazed from
before ! For had not his father ere he
finally departed, reined in the horse
Eutherford a moment at the gate, and
called him to the horse's side, stooping-
down to remind him of the pages that
were to be revised by himself, for fuller
mastery ; also of the rules from Ruddi-
man's Rudiments, that were to be com-
mitted to memory for complete use ; in
order that the regretted absence might
not be altogether a loss ? Then, as to
the ice, Hugh knew, at any rate, how in
-the mean time its best charm had been
already taken away. Etherwood school
was not so busy or so bound to its set
hours, but that children on the way to
and from it had loitered long enough to
find the secret of so tempting a sliding-
ground ; and they had snatched its de-
light in their play- time, till the bloom
of the spot was soiled by many a smear
or flaw. Yet, though the spot had been
thus invaded before him, and he had
lost the joy of first possession, there
still remained for Hugh a private
relish to be hastily gratified, now
that his father was absent, in the
safe hours of parish school-time,
when he could have the ground to
himself.
The first day of his release from his
father's vigilance the boy found in his
anticipated pleasure, by himself, in the
icy hollow the new zest, not of watch-
fulness only, but of self-restraint as
well. An influence hung over him,
from the recent glimpse of a bliss un-
thought-of before, in the recent gracious
approval of his teacher. The closer
touch of paternal kindness, for a mo-
ment like that he had felt in childhood,
warmly wrought about his heart, and
moved him to study Cornelius Nepos
unseen ; nay, even, for the future's sake,
to prepare the Rules of Ruddiman,
though free from superintending vigi-
lance. Moreover, Andrew had to walk
the same day to the town, where the
horse would have been left ; and to
come riding back at night. In this
circumstance there was a check for
Hugh till that day at least was over.
For, had it not been heard of that
coaches were missed, and that travellers
Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
443
rather returned than awaited the next
day tinder hospitable roofs ; and so, if
the ice tempted too long, then instead
of Andrew at the stable-door by dusk,
might not the parlour candle-light show
a more awful form ?
But Andrew went and returned duly,
and all that was safe. New mornings
brought new thoughts, new balances of
virtue with pleasure. Again was the
frosty air exhilarating, sometimes spark-
ling ; and the distant marsh-ice, with
its solitary glidings, its swift companion-
less exploits, triumphs, or discoveries,
grew more entrancing than expectation
had told ; until Cornelius Nepos and
his Romans were like to be outweighed.
Nay, even through what had seemed
most helpful to them, did they utterly
lose substance and kick the beam, as
when Brennus, leader of the hostile
Gauls, threw his barbaric sword into the
Roman scales. For, although Hugh Row-
land knew well the parish school-hours,
and in his shy solitude adhered to these
only, if on no other account but a wild
shrinking from strangers — nevertheless,
suddenly a little troop of parish-scholars
surprised him at that very time, and
with a bound, a race, a hollow hum, and
noiseless rush, flew forth upon the ice
that kept him spell-bound, mingling
their slides with his. What wonder,
indeed that they should be there in
school-hours, when he saw them headed
by little Will, the sly glebe cow-herd —
considering how idly that urchin was
inclined ! There, at their head, was
this school-hating imp of mischief with
smaller imps behind him, not so igno-
rant as he. But this was not the chief
surprise. Most wonderful of all was it
to behold amongst them Kyloe- Jock and
his dog Bauldy. For, though they both
had left the hill — whence, at this sea-
son, the very kyloes had departed to
some shedded camp, with vast store of
turnips — yet both were now punctually
each Sabbath at the church ; both were
well known to be busily at school, under
Andrew's careful supervision, and under
the very eye of that schoolmaster who
was at once elder, precentor, and Kirk-
session clerk. Did Jock fear no penal-
ties for playing truant from school ; did
Bauldy entertain no prudent fore-
thought; or could they both be led
away by such an inferior creature as
little Will, who slunk with deference
from the very shyness of Hugh Row-
land?
Truly a most unaccountable pair were
Kyloe-Jock and Bauldy. To see them
in broad day-light again, severed from
any imposing charge of wild cattle, away
from all labyrinthine obscurity of stack-
yard or Bogle, was fascination more than
ever. Hovering apart, unmixed with
them, sliding or practising the incipient
skates in independence of their boon or
bane, their fear or favour — to be within
view of them was yet to be of their
circle and company. Bauldy remained
a stedfast mark upon the shore, now
dim but magnified, now distinct though
dwindled back ; and for the most part
sat on end, to gaze imperturbably, what-
ever his master's seeming destiny.
Luckless might that destiny have boon
supposed. For, big as was Kyloe-Jock,
wearing a shortened tail-coat, that flew
behind him as he ran, there were little
ones in pinafores, who belonged to his
class at school, and who hurried at last
away in fear. Even Will the cow-herd
boasted over him, that he was "Dults"
(i. e. the blockhead of his class), though
without angering him ; and, but for Jock's
heedlessness of all this, doubtless Will
himself would have gone away. Not
that Kyloe-Jock, like little Will, cast
any sly glance at the boy Rowland then,
as if claiming secrecy from a new accom-
plice in higher quarters ; nor did he
laugh at all, like Will; but only with a
deep enjoyment rushed again upon the
slide, that glittered with him into a
length beyond belief, until he well might
hoot, and give a yell, turning slowly
round — to show Bauldy, perhaps, that he
had not utterly vanished. Then, depart-
ing farther for another race, back did he
come steadily, as if shot forth from a
gun, his form, a giant's, his breath like
smoke, his face bright-red, shooting with
incredible speed into ordinary view ;
yet was not the smooth ice swift enough
for him, but he must post up and down
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444
Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
upon it marvellously faster, as on horse-
back, then fly with his arms along it as
with wings like an ostrich ; inevitably
overtaking in a moment the eagerest
effort of that cowherd, whose silly pre-
sence could be no more than a stumbling-
block and pillow to his magical career.
Yet, for all his magical effect, most unas-
suming was JKyloe-Jock, In some im-
perceptible natural way he grew familiar
to the mere spectator, and took hold
upon acquaintance without ceremonies
of introduction ; so that ere long, neither
seeking it nor sought, the boy was with
him. Sharing, joining, sliding and
shouting too, he seemed to have been
familiar with Kyloe-Jock for years be-
fore ; not now even excluded by the dog
Bauldy.
Thus did they glide, float, or whirl
into a dizzy unison of recklessness, alike
superior to the hungry instinct or the
trivial fear that took the cowherd home,
whether at the sight of the quick dark-
ening of the afternoon, or when the
ice gave a crack and a weltering groan, as
if to thaAV beneath them. As for Jock,
he had no fear : he could tell, merely by
peering up, that it was not so late as it
looked, nor would it thaw, but snow.
And, when the boy at last misgave
himself too greatly to stay longer, though
Jock and Bauldy would still have sat
or slid on contented, as beings without
a home, a dinner, or a dread — they
both, nevertheless, forsook their own
satisfaction to convoy him on the right
way ; perhaps at view of a sudden
uncertainty that had terrified him —
since the right way proved to be of
their choosing, so that, if he had not
turned when they turned, he would
have found himself high upon an un-
known hill in the dark. Then Hugh,
as they left him alone in the same abrupt
unceremonious fashion, still gazed be-
wildered for home, on the wrong side ;
till, Like a dog himself, he recognized a
scent the other way, of the kitchen-
cookery that spoke volumes to him out
of the fog, and, next moment, there
broke out a part of the house, with
roof lost in uncertainty, and endless
wall — the bare branch dripping by the
dim gable, the smoke from the chimney
striving against a pressure from the
viewless sky, and one fire-lit window,
hanging in the air, disclosing its inner
spectacle of shadows. A sight too change-
fully dubious still on the brightest back-
ground, sometimes too colossal, to be
trusted without caution ! So he skirts
around to reconnoitre like an Indian, to
circle in upon it from a corner, ere
finally stealing upstairs. He has seen,
in the passage, that the hat and great-
coat are absent as before ! The snow that
had been prophesied, too, has begun to
fall. It is falling faster ; falling to make
the night earlier ; falling and showering
and whirring down, to cover the ground
deep as of old, to fill the roads, to block
the house in, to sever it from the world,
and towns, and travellers. Then safely,
with book in hand, out of his little new
bedroom, he comes down at leisure, and
seems by his undisturbed aspect to have
been some time in ; if at all too late, then
seeming not to have heard the dinner-
bell, which Nurse Kirsty rang outside ;
nor to have known, in his studious ab-
sorption, that her harsh voice had
searched for him beyond, prompted by
a fonder anxiety than hers.
It snowed a day or two together, but
as yet only to brighten the earth and
clear the sky. In the soft radiant in-
tervals, what augmented pleasure ! In-
nocent satisfaction comes even to little
Hannah and lesser Joey,' brushing the
snow from their brief track, to the
wheel-ruts outside the gate ; enter-
prizing farther along the road, past
the very barn and stable, to smooth by
dint of patience one icy groove — even to
venture on the ditch below the fleecy
elm-tree in the powdered hedge, so tire-
somely well known through all disguises
from that weary old nursery-window
which still keeps the children in sight.
For Nurse Kirsty, with her toothachy
face in flannel, stands within, ironing or
plaiting, sewing or crimping. She could
not see over to the marsh : she knew
nothing of Cornelius Nepos ; still less
than the mistress herself, who might at
least hear her eldest boy repeat those
rules of Buddiman, to make sure that
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he observed his father's grave injunc-
tion. Surely neither of- them knew
anything at all of Kyloe-Jock ; and, if
any one watched in secret, to lay up
a store of new power, or to vindicate
the old, it certainly was not the mother,
whose chidings were so open at the
sharpest, whose purposes were so trans-
parent, however eager. It surely mat-
tered not, besides, that in the shoes
of Jock there were holes, and but ill-
patched fragments of other cloth on his
corduroy; while through the cap he
wore — a blue one with a red knob upon
the top, even as a lid over something
strange — there came up tufts of his
hair like dry grass ; nor were the hues
of his face less vivid by comparison,
but even with a more life-like glow went
kindling out to his projected ears, which
mocked all inclemency of weather. Not
that the frost or snow altered him, but
he lifted up to them the standard of
their measurement; and shoes were to
him not for clothing, but of swiftness to
slide ; caps were as mere adornment, not
covers ; a coat or plaid less for garment
than for pockets or for covering in
sleep. Nay, if he were one who could
not learn at school, he threw a great
light upon it himself, explaining why
he was said to be only half-witted.
Though with a look askance, suggest-
ing deeper knowledge, well did he
inquire — rather as if from Bauldy than
from Hugh — why then did the folks
want him to know the catechism ?
why turn him back to the Second
Primer ? why be angered if he had
played the truant for one afternoon ?
Whereat Hugh wondered equally with
Bauldy. Not that Kyloe-Jock was going
any more to play truant in order to be
on the ice ! It was now only between
times that he hurried there, or on the
Saturday afternoon. For the master
had made his palms so thoroughly to
remember his duty of being at school
that he still writhed as he showed forth
the reminding method. He did so not
in mockery of the master, but only
earnestly to prove why he must not
delay again behind the rest, so long
as ice and snow remained. Moreover,
with his mittenless hands, as he clapped
them in the frosty weather, he had
found out a local secret which he made
that an occasion for confiding at the
same time. Taking a piece of frosted
sedge, and standing solemnly, with tails
uplifted to the lurid sunset that glowed
behind him like a fire upon the snow,
he exhibited himself as the school-
master, burning one end of that mimic
tawse in silence at the school fire, and
coughing as he fixed his eye upon the
distance. Then on tiptoe did Jock
walk to a stump of paling by the edge
where Bauldy sat, and begin to lay
successive strokes majestically upon the
wood, pausing to cough loud between,
till even Bauldy whimpered, drawing
back, like to utter a yell — though Hugh,
shuddering within, would have laughed.
But the frosty air was all echoes then ;
and from the distant brae, through some
change of the snow, came back a new
echo, so deliberate, distinct, and grave,
repeating everything more awfully, that
for once did the uncouth dog take
fright. It fled away with an actual
yell ; swifter, indeed, than the else-
where-muffled hill deigned to record.
But when Bauldy's master stopped, in-
dignant at him, and summoned him
vainly back — it was too much to hear
the spectral halloo, the ghostly whistle,
the very rustling and roar of phantom-
Kyloes that returned. Hugh himself
then also fled in terror ; nay, when the
Kyloe-heid, not the least aghast him-
self, would have checked the boy's
flight in turn, he only quickened it :
for back again came graver ejaculations
from above, and the hill shouted so-
lemnly Hugh's own name. Then, seeing
more need to overtake Bauldy, did Jock
take but a sudden step or two to a long
glassy path, that bore him smoothly and
swiftly, with both hands in his pockets,
towards Etherwood school.
Back to school must even Bauldy
have retreated. Back to school went
Kyloe-Jock after him. Hugh Eow-
land alone was masterless, wild, and
free. And still gently fell the inter-
mittent snow, to separate and shut
them in.
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CHAPTER IV.
DESTINY MARKS OUT KYLOE-JOCK.
THE snowy country was but sheeted
by degrees; field, hedge, and hill only
lost their shapes imperceptibly by fairy-
like changes to one shrouded mould,
under a sky that seemed azure above it all,
or amber, or vast with stars. The people
could still come with ease to church on
that Sabbath when the stranger preached;
that tall, and gaunt, and elderly Proba-
tioner— with one limb mysteriously dif-
ferent from the other, leaving a round
print beside each single footstep to the
church-door — who stayed two nights, and
went upstairs to bed Avith an iron sound,
depositing but one giant shoe outside
the "best-bedroom door. A preacher
whom, it was said, mysterious powers had
bewildered ; ever since that day when
the gipsies captured him, marking him
out to the glance of a great Magician
who lived near ! On former occasions,
in Mr. Rowland's absence, had that
memorable " Dominie" come to fill his
pulpit, with abstracted mien, and wan-
dering, dream-like habit; and had stood
poring into a stray book by the hour, as
he did now, and been heard strangely
in his chamber, stamping to and fro,
and rehearsing his sermon before unseen
attentive audiences, or holding dialogue
with fancied Co-Presbyters — never des-
tined, poor man, to enjoy the dignity
of either. But he had never before so
delightfully accorded his sympathy to
Mrs. Rowland's concern for the progress
of Hugh as he now did snuffing up, at
the names of Ruddiman and Cornelius
Nepos, an air of inspiration ; examin-
ing the boy with a pedagogic zeal, and
with a technical keenness discovering
his errors, which alarmed while it aided.
Fain would the Dominie have revelled
longer in a congenial delay which the
mother pressed, in order that the relent-
less exercise might have helped his vic-
tim. But the snow warned the good
Mr. George Simson to betake himself
homeward, and Hugh Rowland inwardly
rejoiced. The preacher swung his in-
flexible wooden limb over the back of
his small pony, as if he had walked for-
ward upon it ; and, as Andrew with a
demure gravity disposed the skirt of
Mr. Simson's great coat above the
creature's tail, Mr. Simson waved a
hand with dignity, to let the bridle go,
and to bid farewell to all. Thereupon,
less like a Colossus than the old dispro-
portionate forms in Christmas revel, or
Abbots of Unreason upon pictured
hobby-horses — one foot avoiding the
snow — he was borne away into the
wastes. Borne away toward his paternal
Manse, which stood hard by the ruined
Monastery of " Kennaquhair," near
where the deathless Enchanter abode
in his late days. He, also, the Domi-
nie, was borne away immortal ; although
at that time giving place in Hugh
Rowland's mind to hopes of freedom
with Kyloe-Jocls..
Still was the hoary church distin-
guishable (and the flaky end-aisle that
belonged to Wanton- Walls), beside the
furry trees, from the hooded corn-
stacks and the fleecy hay-rick with
one end cloven ; where Andrew from
the stable would yet mount the ladder,
to slice it down with his trenchant blade,
under the hanging icicles, past the ice-
sheathed props. The horse Rutherford
was champing at his stall, though for
the most part idly; and his hollow
stamping could be sometimes heard, if
but in token of impatience. Hard the
times were already, indeed, for all wild
creatures without stall or herd ; and
the shepherd, though at home, sought
the unfolded sheep on the braes when
they wandered. Birds of all kinds put
off their shyness, as if sorry to have
been wayward and secret ; the hare and
rabbit trespassed on the shrubbery, in-
vading the garden by tracks that betrayed
a piteous urgency in their boldness ;
while poisonous berries, alike with culi-
nary roots or precious barks of fruit-
trees, were turned to their vital uses.
Sweet it was, too, even yet, to see the
parlour-window opened, at the violet
shadow of little Robin-red-breast on the
feathery sill, that Hannah and Joey
might feed him, as Hugh could have
done once, with crumbs from the snug
table near the fire — disturbing though
Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
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Eobin's visits were now to those forced
efforts upon Euddiman and his despotic
rules, which alone brought a shiver at
the letting in of the cold. For the
others, they could afford to hold their
breath, not even whispering lest Robin
might take fright : each peck he made,
they could be delighted; till, at the
triumphant clapping of their hands, he
fluttered back from the very curtain
within, away to the snow outside. Then
with old stories of Babes in the Wood,
of children rescued from the snow, of
brothers that came back in time, of
merchants hurrying, home with gifts
and packages, and the avalanche that
buried the cottage for a .time — might
Mamma console them when the window
was shut, and the curtains drawn. But
oh ! why for one, had there been Latin
rules invented, harder than Draconic,
more deserving the sleepy oblivion that
often strove against them? Why had
there been any Romans, why such an offi-
cious recorder as Cornelius Nepos ? Why,
indeed, any parents except mothers —
who were so easily convinced that tasks
had been got by heart, when they were
repeated fresh from the book? They
might carefully hear over the rules and
the exceptions, but demanded no prac-
tical application; and they could see
that Cornelius was revised, with dic-
tionary and syntax at hand, yet not
know if the meaning grew clearer in
retrospect, or only deeper, darker, more
confused. Maternal anger itself, how
simply appeased, how soon relaxed ! It
could be talked into conviction of in-
tegrity, and argued back to complacent
trust in progress. Under such soft
supervision the books might, after a
little, be put away; and, with lifted face
and ready tongue, the gossip might
be joined in — the little trivial children's
gossip which the servants raise even in
snow-time ; which spreads about the
small neighbourhood, more eagerly as it
closes smaller in.
Such matter of gossip there was for
the little household world of Kirkhill
Manse, during the absence of its head
in f that season of deep winter. The
hen-roost had been suffering. Now a
chicken, and now a duck, had gone;
till at length the favourite hen, speckled
and crested, that had laid eggs so long,
was suddenly missing before the dusk
of the afternoon. This was after An-
drew, speaking of polecats from the
planting, or weasels from the dykes, had
closed the hutch at night. That pre-
caution had evidently been in vain ; it
could not, therefore, be weasel or pole-
cat that had done the harm. Nurse
Kirsty hinted then at poor old Lucky
Wood, the glebe-boy's grandmother,
who was on the parish, and would
often be coming to the Manse in her
old cloak, with stick and basket, to
hang about the kitchen for old bones,
old rags — perhaps even, as Kirsty
hinted, for better things. Was she
not all the oftener coming in that
weather ; and were there not foot-steps
in the morning toward the hen-house
door ? Yet Andrew said openly that
the steps might be Nurse Kirsty's own :
on which supposition of his, clearing
away suspicion where it had unduly
fallen, little Will had come back, to
sleep by Andrew's leave in the bar i
close by, with a rusty gun all loaded —
Will firmly believing with Andrew now,
as a greater authority than both of them
had agreed, that the real evil-doer was
no other than a fox from the firwoods
on the hill. No less, in fact, was this
great authority than Kyloe-Jock him-
self with Bauldy. Tracing the marks,
scenting the very track, they were aware
by what ways the robber had come, lain
in ambush, and departed. Yet to no
purpose had Will kept guard two nights.
The third, as Kyloe-Jock declared, he
might watch till morning and hear no
sign; but more hens would be taken
away, till all were done, or till the snow
was melted ! Nevertheless had Nurse
Kirsty risen to higher scorn, and,
speaking of Kyloe-Jock for the first
time, had vowed like an oracle that
the culprits were Jock himself, and
his dog Bauldy. She told of his idle
doings at Halloween, and suspected a
truth in the report that at Hogmanay
he had led the profane guizards. She
nodded her head more darkly yet,
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Kyloe-Jcck and the Weird of Wanton- Vialls.
staking it more ominously, when, to
Mrs. Rowland, before the boy Hugh,
she hinted that Kyloe-Jock was on the
parish too— more starved than Lucky
Wood herself ; nay, but a half-natural
in wits, by birth even something worse
— an evil example and a bad companion,
of whom the Minister ought to hear
when he came home ! These things, in
greater privacy, did the boy, roused to
resistance by Kirsty's dark insinuations,
explain and reconcile to the maternal
judgment. He even extolled Kyloe-
Jock, and used cunning eloquence to
show him to be the only help in this
case worthy of being depended on ; —
thus, at least, paving the way for secu-
rity against Kirsty, should she say, be-
fore a higher bar, that JTyfoe-Jock's
first appearance about the manse had
been developed farther in secret than
the supreme law allowed. He did not>
however, disclose the full knowledge
which he already possessed of Kyloe-
Jock's purpose to constitute himself,
unsolicited, the protector of the Manse,
and to bring the true depredator to
justice by a competent exercise of his
own energy in defence of his own
credit.
How suddenly had Hugh's sensitive-
ness to the touch of strangers left him !
That very evening in secret, in the
dark back-court behind the peat-stack,
did he even crouch in company with
the glebe cow-herd, to await the com-
ing of Kyloe-Jock and Bauldy on their
mystic purpose. Neither were their
plans made clearly manifest when they
came. No sooner on the household
premises, indeed, than Bauldy took up
the ground as Jock's own, to be sen-
tinelled against the most customary
frequenter or settled occupant. Yet
Bauldy followed at a whisper, to con-
sider alone with Jock those places he
examined — to peer forth with him from
that opened shrubbery-wicket, where
he looked toward the dark hill ; and,
even when he would apparently have
left it open, to counsel in some unac-
countable way, that it should be shut
again. This was a wicket which the
thoughtless cow-herd had purposely
opened. So opening it, each fruitless
night he had watched, in order that no
barrier might interrupt the approach
of Reynard. At that did Kyloe-Jock
uncouthly shrug his shoulders up.
Turning to Will the cowherd, he eyed
him with an eldritch grin ; and there
was something weirdly in the silence
wherewith he put aside that glebe-
boy's advices, stepping back to the
sheltered nook of the peat-stack, as
if to muse alone in a warm place.
Notwithstanding which, when Bauldy
curled himself satisfied to his master's
feet, and Will leant deferentially by,
with little Rowland at hand, Jock con-
descended to spend a certain interval in
easy colloquy, as if to await the time for
action in leisurely discourse. Compared
with the knowledge he imparted, what
was that of letters ? Without parents,
it seemed, or effect of teaching, what
uninherited lore was his — as if to claim
obeisance from patriarchs before a Druid
not anointed ! He seemed even about
to perform some sacrifice, rather than
to slay. Meanwhile he turned his
thoughts aside — reasoning of adders,
how to deal with them in contest,
how to prize their cast-off skins; of
the water-rat, that would defy the wea-
sel ; of the toad, and of that dreadful
creature from whose touch no mortal
survives — the Ask or Eft, which like a
tiny crocodile is seen amphibious about
lonely pools ; also concerning the horse-
hairs which in water can be converted,
through certain observances, into living
eels. Of Bauldy he spoke — how Bauldy
intercepted rabbits from their holes ;
nay, how in the course of that last sum-
mer Bauldy had been tempted to seize
a full-grown hare. For it had lain
staring close at him • and was so strong,
squealing so loud, that it proved all the
dog could do to hold her ; and Jock had
been terrified, thinking maybe it might
be auld Ailie Mathie from Boon, that
was reckoned to be uncanny in her dis-
guises. " Megsty, man — Aih, Wull ! "
he said, with a fresh emotion, " Wasna
I put to 't that time — but gin I hadna
done something quick, the keeper might
hae been in the plantings and hear't
Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walk,
449
her, it was siccaii a clear simmer-day —
then a' owre wi' Bauldy, puir falla'. So
I just down wi' my staff, and up wi' a
palin' stab, and fair felled her wi' the
sharp side o't ahint the lugs o' her, till
she was quiet. Hoo ! hoo ! hoo ! what
think ye I thocht that time 1" chuckled
he wildly : " geyan fear't though I was ?"
But when Will could not answer, Jock
pursued. " Man, I thocht the hare's ee'
gat a look o' auld Ailie's, the vera gait
au'd see't her sleepin' i' the Kirk, aetime
I was there — wi' her rnooth an' her ee'
open, though the Minister was thrang
ca'in' at the De'il an' her ! Weel, what
did I do, hut I buiry't the hare in-under
a whin buss, an' I set Bauldie to watch
the kyloes his 'lane — an' me awa' owre
the hills to Boon, for nae ither errant
but to ken gif auld Ailie was to the
fore yet. Man, Wull, wasna I glad
when I seed the auld donnart body
sittin' i' the ingle like her ordinal,
thrang at the stockin' -needles, an' girnin'
at the neebors' bairns ? The very minute
I was gotten back to the hill, didna I
howk the hare up in a jiffy, an' skinned
her, and kennelt a bit fire, down by the
burn in a lown spot, and pits her birlin'
roond atowre't to roast, on three sticks
like a tinkler's. I eatit her. At ony
rate, Bauldy an' me eatit her, stoop and
roop. Aih ! what wad the Laird hae
said? or Maviswud o' Maviswud? or
auld Jock Murray o' Wanton- Wa's his-
sel', even 1 Hoo, hoo, hoo ! " And
more eldritch and weirdly still was the
laughter of Jock, than his solemnity.
Suddenly Jock rose, and, with him,
Bauldy uncurling himself sat up on
end. They looked up into the dark, as
at the sound of a hushing whisper that
passed above ; where the wan half-face
of the moon had ceased to strive with
the moving blackness, but downward
from her place came wavering some
great stray snow-flakes, that lighted
here and there upon the peats, the
ground, and the bristling hair of Baul-
dy. It was as if they saw in these the
scattered feathers of some ravaged fowl in
the upper world, and looked at each other
with significance accordingly. Then the
Kyloe-herd took a handful of the former
snow, "pressing it together without effect,
but nodding conviction at this sign that
it was frosty still, so that the shower
which now fell scantily and slowly would
not long continue. Thereafter he asked
to see the old iron rat-trap, which, as
Will had admitted, was in the barn ;
and took it silently, going off with it
alone, while his sentinel dog remained.
This was to the end that he might set
down the trap in some particular spot,
beyond the corner of the wall, near
a spreading fir-shrub there, which stood
like an ambush toward the back-yard.
He came back from thence, stooping
along the wall, below the ivy and below
the barn-eaves, into the gutter close by,
where the hen-house door stood close,
with its hutch half-raised as usual. It
was seen then, that from his pocket
he had been sowing upon his way some
mysterious seed j the last grains of which
he sprinkled out carelessly by that place
of egress for the fowls at dawn, and re-
turned thoughtfully to his former shelter.
Faster the snow fell for a little, and
wavered and floated again, till it came
to a close, and there was through the
dusk a soft hoary bloom again, with the
white tops of things more discernible
than before, and the woolly fibres of
the trees reaching at the wan marblings
of the sky. A sigh might have been
thought to come in the stillness from
the breast of -Kylot- Jock. It was the
glebe cow-herd, however ; who doubted,
with a shiver, that the fox would ever
come in so cold a night.
" Mcht 1 Nicht ! " responded that herd
of greater creatures, staring at him side-
wise. " Is't nicht ye say ? An' div ye
think he wad ralely come, the third
time, at nicht ava"? Weel — oo' dark
folk canna but whiles wonder at you
weiss yanes, daft though ye may ca'
huz! It's easy to be seen ye haena
enter' t into the gaits o' foxes. The
third nicht is canny, nae doo't— but it's
no till the dead part o't's weel owre,
that he'll e'en sae niickle as slip out o'
his den by the fir-plantin, — an' no till
life has begoon to steer again, when ye
think a's safe, that he'll loup in upon
the prey, an' awa' wi't ayont the dyke
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Kyloe-Jock and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
an' the stank an' the -whins, ben intil
his hole. There's nae less nor nine
holes o' them up bye. Though ye
maunna think they're to be countit by
holes. Na — they hae aye a front door,
an' a back door, an' may be a bit side
air-winnock or a keek-hole — an', when
the t'ane door's here, t'ither's maist likely
a quarter o' a mile ben the wud. I'm
thinkin' there's just aboot three auld
grown-up he-foxes a'thegither, the 'noo,
on this side the big plantin' — there's
ane a broon colour, anither red, an'
there's anither sandy. I wadna wonder
gin it's the sandy ane. An', gif it's him,
man, he'll juist come, and come, an'
better come, though there wasna nae
need for't — as lang as the scent winna
lie, an' the hunt isna out. Mony a
time has he been huntit, too ! Man !
oo've seen aboon twa-score dowgs a'
efter him full cry, an' Maviswud o'
Maviswucl, an' the Laird himsel', and
Baillie o' Mellerstain, an' sweerin' Jock
Murray o' Wanton- Wa's like a vera
deevil, as they'd been dragoons efter yae
auld cowenannter, as they ca'd it lang-
syne — an' in a moment they lost scent
o'him till a' was dumb, ilka yowlin'
tyke lickit-back, ilka red-coat glowerin'
at the other, till at last they rade hame
in the darkening to drink, as toom an'
fushionless as bourtree whistles. An'
efter a', gif he did come, what could ye
do wi' him?" Almost dreadfully did
Jock ask that question, which none
could answer. Mournfully he went on,
scoffing down the paltry purposes of
glebe-Will.
"Gun? Na, na. As for yon bit
ratton-trap, he'll juist awa' wi't, an' the
chucky forbye, like a teegger doon the
brae, aff to the neist-hand cover for
hame. An', but for what's said at
the Manse here — it wadna been Jock,
far less Bauldy, that wad hae made
or meddle't wi' auld Saunders, wha has
gotten faes eneuch, puir lad. Man,
couldna ye hae pitten yersel' in his
place, withoot help o' huz twa that kens
him sae weel ! Ye've corned oot o' yeer
hole, oo'll say, doon by the pailin', across
the bog, and up the dyke side — no haein'
pykit a bane this twal' hours and niair,
in siccan yaupish weather, sin' ye fand
the last deed craw i' the ditch — an'
what div ye see first, when ye skirt ahint
the hen-houses ? A yett wide open,
that uised for to be aye steekit close.
Oo'll say ye e'en gang through, for a'
that. What see. ye neist, on the vera
spot ye're to pass, or e'er ye win to the
hen-house door — or whaur the first hens
boo't to come scartin' oot by day-break,
as ye Kg in wait aneth the mirkest bield
o' a fir-buss — what but the hatch-hole
lifted like a trap itsel', and the grand or
the snaw steered an' smuithed again,
like 's Ann'ra the Bethral' hissel' had
howkit a grave inunder ? Houts ! ye're
no sic a gowk an' a gomeral as juist to
gang loupin' in! Na, I'se warrant ye
see a heap glegger, ma man Wull, nor ye
div the' noo — ye see ilka track ye've
made in the snaw yersel, an' ilka spot
that's withoot a track. The lee' -lane
thing ye dinna see — it's hoo the snaVs
sel' can hae the hairt to work against
ye!"
Finally did the uncouth speaker grow
silent, plunging his hands deep from the
cold, which made the cow-herd's teeth
chatter, till he urged their departure to
the barn. There even the dog burrowed
into the straw, as if heedless of further
watching; while his master drew the
doors as close behind them, as if the
soundest sleep were the best ; and the boy
himself hurried gladly back within the
house, to forget the ineffectual sight of
their conclave, that seemed idle after
all, in warmth and sleep.
Coldly, silently did the morning
break, to no apparent consequence but
that of troubled recollections about other
things. The blue light dawned on Eud-
diman's dull boards, where the book had
been last thrown before the bedroom win-
dow-blind; and the first demand was by
its early warning to repair past neglect.
For the first voice was that of Andrew at
the back gate, mounting on the horse
Eutherford ; which neighed and stamped
as Andrew left brief word with Nurse
Kirsty, how he was off to Thirlstane
post-office for the expected letter, but
would bring the groceries, the merceries,
and what wares besides were wanted.
Kyloe-Joclc and the Weird of Wanton- Walls.
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It was only as a dream that the earlier
cock-crow had been followed by alarms
and noises, back into roost, stable-yard,
byre, and stye, with Rutherford already
neighing at his stall. All this was a
something that had relapsed to the usual
sounds, and had turned on the other
side, as it were, to repose again — by
no means courting the new daylight.
And, even now that the daylight
had come, the barn doors were still
snugly closed, as if on sluggards — so
that Hugh had to conclude that the
night's enterprise had failed. As he
listens, however, it ever and anon grows
plainer that Bauldy by fits was barking
within the barn — a signal which seems
to have some meaning, and which tells
Hugh to make haste.
When they came out, and gathered
again in private, Kyloe-Jock even
stretched his arms and yawned. It was
Bauldy that had sprung round the
corner of the wall, and came sniffling
along from it to the still-closed wicket,
scraping there eagerly, making the snow
fly behind him, to get through, or to
creep under. Those marks of paws,
of dragging — might indeed be his. But
at the end of the train of barley-seed
which Jock had sowed, round the corner,
near the shelter of the young spruce-fir,
what scattered feathers, and stray bird-
down amongst the snow ! Some specks
of blood in it, too — and the trap, the
buried trap, is there no longer — and, the
moment that the gate is opened, like an
arrow loosed from the bow did Bauldie
dart away across the snowy paddock, by
the white churchyard, down the stile,
down the brae toward the hollow below
the hill !
Away after him, shouting at the fox's
traces confused with his, flew scarce less
swift the two herds, scarce less eager
the single boy. So singular were those
traces, that they soon passed be-
yond mistake. First scuffling on, over
the snow, then plucking it crisp from
bare ground in patches with long
bounds between, they plunged into
the deeper places, as from a force that
had bounded still on, indeed, and had
sprung up again in desperate energy, but
lifted whole loads away with them,
tearing out the very earth and pebbles
in their course. At length had they
struggled ; till they had rolled like a
ball altogether, and gone rolling till
they vanished. Here lay the ravished
chicken, and there ran Kyloe-Jock, and
Will ; while in the distance below,
round a knoll of purest white, still
snuffed and searched and hovered the
disappointed Bauldy. A snow-wrapped
block of stone it seemed, or some mi-
niature of an -avalanche, that rested
there as a centre of the dog's bewil-
dered barking, of his circling, of his re-
treating for aid. All else but his own
marks was spotless ; save where along
the hill above, with a hoary sprinkling
on the upper plumes, gloomed the dark
of the pine-wood behind its far-ranged
columns. But Kyloe-Jock spurned the
fleecy ball with his foot, and Will the
cow-herd smote it into a powdery
cloud, while through the powder rushed
in Bauldy, snapping, struggling, yelling
painfully in the struggle with a form
more savage than himself. Fettered as
was the fox, half-enveloped in a wreath
around the snow-ball that clogged his
hind-foot, his wicked eye gleamed out, as
he gnashed his sharp muzzle intoBauldy's
throat. Nay, Bauldy was so vanquished
that he turned, dragging both with a
convulsive spring upon his master, whose
blow from a mighty bludgeon was immi-
nently required. Blows rained upon the
enemy then ; a cow-cudgel wreaked its
revenge upon him ; there were stones
from the nearest dyke that mauled him,
out of mere frantic impulse; Bauldy,
taking fresh courage, ran in again, and
bit and shook the motionless hind-leg of
the helpless foe. He was silent still —
dying, as it seemed, in grim silence ;
stretching himself out ; muffling himself
in his white mantle, as it were, and
heaving the last breath, quite dead : so
that the others would then have taken
him up in triumph, had not Kyloe-Jock
pushed them back. He even gave
Bauldy a kick away, as the dog shook
the carcass. Yet raising a hedge-stake
he had pulled close by, he came down
with it one mighty stroke behind the
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head, like an executioner, and for a
moment, as the blow descended, that
small yellow eye might have been seen to
open. It quivered, it shrank : but never
closed again. It stared out wide, from the
attitude of a last snarling turn. Then a
second time the blow fell, even a third :
but all was quiet
J£yloe-3ock looked grim at the others,
leaning on the hedge-stake. He drew
the cuff of that tail-coat across his face,
as it manifestly had often been drawn
before, and surveyed the slain ; not un-
heroically.
"It's the sandy ane," he 'said. "Aih
man ! But he's been teugh. He juist
grippit-on to life like roots o' trees.
Ye'd hae thocht the haill feck o' us was
to dee, .afore he wad dee ; an', efter a',
it wasna huz that could hae trickit the
likes o' him. It was the snaw, man !
I'se warrant he had ten times the gleg-
ness, an' the kenninness, o' the haill
heap o' us — Bauldy an' a'. Trap, quo'
ye ! Hoo ! what was a ratton-trap to
him ? My certy, hit wadna lang hae
been a fash to Sanders. — Oot o' that,
Bauldy, I tell ye, ye vicious brute !
I'm thinkin', callants, the less oo' say
aboot this, the better. For Maviswud
an' the Laird, an' a heap mae, 11 miss
him geyan sair !'"'
Doubtless the fox was safely deposited
away, by him and "Will. As for the
boy — whether or not there came on
him from those words a chill remem-
brance of very different speeches in
Cornelius Nepos — he hung his head
even as he told at home, in part, how
accused innocence had been vindicated.
Ere long, Andrew came riding back
from Thirlstane, and brought the ex-
pected letter. It appointed the day
when Mr. Eowland would certainly
return home.
To be continued.
THE DUNGEON KEY.
"I GIVE this key to the kelpie's keep-
ing,"
He cried, as the key smote the deep
lake's breast ;
He left her kneeling, in rueful weep-
ing,
A rayless cell's despairing guest.
Away rushed the steed, and the crow
that was winging
Its flight to the distant wood was
passed ;
"When morning dawned keen spurs were
stinging
The courser's flanks bike a frosty blast.
For knight and lady are vassals calling ;
No voice replies from garden or bower ;
Again round the castle is darkness falling,
But search is vain in turret and tower.
Year after year rolled by without telling
The fearful deed one cell could disclose ;
Her bones lie white in the dungeon
dwell ing
The knight for his lovely lady chose.
That key is yet in the kelpie's keeping;
He faithfully grasps that iron trust ;
He heard her rueful cries and weeping,
But said to himself, " What I must, I
must." •
THE CHEISTIAN SUBJECTS OF TUEKEY.
THE events which have recently taken not so much our object to discuss the
place in Syria have again brought the eastern question in its present aspect,
eastern question prominently into pub- as to consider the social and political
lie notice, and in such a manner as to condition of the Christian subjects of
draw attention to the position of the the Sultan. The investigation is attended
Christians in Turkey. It is, therefore, with peculiar difficulty on account of the
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absence of ranch, information which it
would be of great advantage to possess.
Travellers often ignorant of the language,
and seldom able to speak it fluently,
cannot, in passing hastily through a
country, form an accurate opinion of the
condition of the people. They cannot
expect to be told of the wrongs endured
by the inhabitants. Still less can the
agents of Governments allied to Turkey,
accompanied by official attendants, learn
the true state of affairs. This circum-
stance is of itself sufficient explanation
of the discrepancy which appears to
exist in. the reports received by different
Governments of what is taking place,
although in all these reports we caa
trace the obvious desire of official agents
to frame them so as to meet the real
or supposed opinions of their superior
authorities.
The condition of the Christian sub-
jects of the Porte has been improved in
many respects in late years. The tax
termed Haratch which was imposed on
the non-Mussulman population was for-
mally abolished in 1855. Distinctive
dresses and other marks of subjection
and insult which they were compelled
to wear or conform to have fallen into
disuse. Offensive epithets in legal and
other documents are no longer employed
by the officers of the Porte. And more
freedom is allowed with respect to the
erection of churches. Such are the chief
reforms which have been actually car-
ried out.
If the proclamations of the Sultan
were acted up to in their letter and
spirit we should have to add to the pre-
ceding many other important reforms.
In theory all classes of Turkish subjects
are supposed to be equal in the sight of
the law, and to be equally eligible for
Government employment. But not even
the most strenuous defender of the
Ottoman administration would venture
to assert that these provisions have ever
been put in force.
In places where there are European
residents the authorities are obliged to
exercise moderation, but it is far other-
wise in the interior. There, Christians
who are not under foreign protection
have little security for either life or
property. When they prosecute Maho-
metans, a decision is rarely given in their
favour, and yet more seldom is it that
the sentence when obtained is carried out.
The first grievance therefore from which
the Christians suffer is —
I. The State of Turkish Law. — The
only recognised code is contained in the
Koran. There the judges have to find
the principles which are to serve for
their guidance both with regard to
points of law and their application.
But it has be/jome so apparent that the
laws of the Koran cannot be fully acted
up to in the present relative position of
the Ottoman Empire and Christian
Europe, that the Sultan has issued
various " Hatts " or special decrees
which his " governors and slaves " are
enjoined to observe in the administra-
tion of the Government and of justice.
In this manner a sort of equity has been
introduced to moderate the strict letter
of the law. It is obvious that much is
thus left to the discretion of the court.
Besides, it often happens that both the
court and people are ignorant of the
very existence of these Hatts. They are
not distributed in the provinces ; nor
are any effective measures adopted to
put them into execution. The Mussul-
man authorities either covertly or openly
oppose their enforcement ; while on the
other hand the Christians do not, as
a general rule, understand the language
in which they are written ; for all de-
crees are promulgated in Turkish — ac-
companied, indeed, occasionally by a
French translation, but never by one in
the vernacular tongue.
The next grievance which we have to
consider is —
II. The Imperfect Administration of
Justice. — In Turkey business of every
kind is transacted by a Medjlis or coun-
cil. If peace or war is to be determined,
the Sultan holds a Medjlis on the sub-
ject. If a thief is to be caught, the
inspector of police holds a Medjlis of
his subordinates. Every department of
the Government has its Medjlis, and
nothing is ever done without the sane-
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tion of the proper council. Each -village
has its Medjlis; from its decisions appeal
lies to the Medjlis of the district, then
to that of the province, and ultimately
to Constantinople. In criminal matters
the police superintendent has his Medj-
lis, as court of first instance ; and from
him the appeal lies to the Pasha of
the district There is also a Medjlis for
commercial cases, and often other Medj-
les exist for special purposes. But when
we come to inquire into the organization
of the Medjles, their defects become ap-
parent. In every place which Maho-
metans and Christians inhabit together
the majority of the Medjlis invariably
consists of Mussulmen who represent
local prejudices and. jealousies, and can
gratify their own private feelings with-
out incurring personal responsibility.
The Christian members thus become
mere cyphers. Too often they follow
the example of the others and take what
bribes they can get. If they have the
firmness and principle, which is indeed
rarely the case, to resist unjust decisions,
they are of course outvoted; and in-
stances are known when assassination
has been the means of removing a trou-
blesome colleague. The composition of
the Medjlis is the immediate cause of
the next source of wrong which we have
to mention, namely —
III. Fiscal Oppression. — It is impos-
sible to imagine greater confusion to
exist in the finances of any state than
that shown in the present condition of
the Turkish treasury. The revenue of
.the empire is derived chiefly from
Vekouf property, customs duties, and
tithes. With respect to the two former
we have no occasion to offer any re-
marks, as they press on all Turkish
subjects alike. With regard to tithes,
however, the case is far different. Sup-
pose the Porte requires 1,000,000?.
The Finance Minister asks some capi-
talist to advance that sum, and offers to
assign to him the tithe of such an article
in such provinces. The capitalist pro-
cures the money. He has to obtain
repayment of the sum with interest, to
incur all the risks and expenses of col-
lection, and to pay the Pasha and the
members of the Medjlis for the assist-
ance they render him. If such a
Government as that of Turkey attempted
to collect the revenue by means of a
Government department, the expense of
collection would certainly not be less
than 10 per cent, on the amount raised ;
but, under the present system, at least
twice as much as the nominal sum is
paid by the people, and often nearly
three times the amount. Thus, to enable
1,000,000?. to be paid into the treasury,
between 2,000,000?. and 3,000,000?. is
extorted from the tax-payers. If this
oppression, heavy as it is, affected all
classes of the subjects of the Sultan
alike we should not have occasion to
refer to it. But in practice, land and pro-
perty belonging to Christians is assessed
generally a third higher than that of
Mahometans, and under the present con-
stitution of the Medjles no redress is
to be obtained. Nor is this all. Far-
mers of taxes are not noted for just
dealing. The most cruel means are re-
sorted to to compel the payment of the
assessments, with the sanction of the
Medjles, and by the assistance of the
troops. Bosnia and the neighbouring
districts have suffered most in this re-
spect in late years. Several deputations
have been sent to Constantinople to lay a
statement of these grievances before the
Sultan, but in no case has relief been ob-
tained ; and the members have often been
imprisoned and fined on their return.
IV. Evils arising fromthe Truck System.
— In agricultural districts the Medjles
enforce the truck system when it would
operate in favour of Mahometan land-
owners and against the Clrristian pea-
santry. In this manner a state of things
which amounts to practical slavery exists
in many parts of Turkey. In the Spanish
colonies in the West Indies, when an
estate is to be sold, the price depends
not on the land, but on the negroes
living on it. So in many districts in.
Turkey, when an estate is sold, the price
is determined by the number of bonds
hi the hands of its possessor. We do
not say that the truck system is in force
in all rural districts in Turkey, but only
that it is very prevalent.
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V. Military oppression. — When a
Turkish military force is on the march,
the country through which it passes
undergoes all the suffering which the
presence of a hostile force occasions.
When the pay of the army is one or two
years in arrear, the commissariat could
not under any circumstances be expected
to be in proper order. But what must
the case be when the army is unpaid,
and there is no commissariat at all ?
The inhabitants have to feed the soldiers,
to repair or complete their equipment,
and to forward them on their way ;
compensation is of course unthought of,
and any complaints would be met with
derision, if they did not lead to further
ill-usage.
When it is known that a military
force is in motion, the villagers often
desert their huts and retire to woods
and caves, taking with them what articles
they can conceal. When they return
they find their huts destroyed and their
churches desecrated. The hardships
thus occasioned fall chiefly on the Chris-
tians. Every man seeks to save himself
from loss as far as possible ; and Maho-
metan rulers and soldiery cannot be ex-
pected to supply their wants impartially
from their co-religionists and the giaours.
In the rural districts the police are
exclusively quartered on Christian fami-
lies, who have to provide for all their
wants. Travellers and Government
officers when passing through the coun-
try are also lodged at the expense of the
Christians, and it is scarcely necessary
to add that no repayment is ever made.
Closely connected with this grievance
is that which we have next to consider,
the most cruel of the many wrongs
which afflict the Christian population ;
we mean,
VI. The systematic abduction and ill-
treatment of Christian women. — It is only
in Turkey that outrages of this descrip-
tion either meet with no punishment or
are actually rewarded. Some years ago,
considerable attention was excited by
the case of Saleh Pasha, Governor of
Varna. He caused to be removed to
his harem the daughter of one of the
chief men at Toulcha. Some time
elapsed before the father discovered
what had become of his child. When
he attempted to procure her release, he
was arrested, and his property confiscated.
But Varna was then garrisoned by an
English force, and the case was so noto-
rious that our authorities are understood
to have remonstrated. The result was
that the dead body of the girl was found
some days afterwards. An inquiry took
place respecting Saleh Pasha's concern
both in the abduction and in the mur-
der. He was removed from his post
and sent to Constantinople to be formally
tried ; and tl^e father was released. But
we believe that we are perfectly correct
in stating that Saleh Pasha was at once
set at liberty, and has been since living
in the capital, not having undergone
even the semblance of a trial ; and that
the father's property has been retained
by the Government. Outrages of this
description are extremely frequent in the
rural districts in Europe, and are never
punished.
It is not uncommon to quarter troops
on houses only inhabited by female
Christians. In these, as well as in
other instances, seldom does a male re-
lative, who interferes on their behalf,
escape alive.
Forcible abduction is encouraged by
the following means. In Albania the
prestige which it confers leads to per-
sonal advancement in Government em-
ployment. In Bulgaria it is facilitated
by placing the relatives of a Christian
girl who becomes a Mahometan on the
same footing as Mahometans with re-
spect to protection from fiscal oppression.
In Monastic, and we believe elsewhere,
a Turk who carries off a Christian girl
and causes her to become a Mahometan,
is exempted from military service.
The conduct of the Ottoman authori-
ties in this respect is most reprehensible.
The theory is that, on any case of abduc-
tion being made known, the girl is to be
placed under the care of the chief of the
religious sect, to which her parents be-
long, at the place where they reside,
until' the case is decided. This is done
at large commercial ports where a Euro-
pean element compels the observance of
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some form of law and justice. In the
interior another mode of procedure is
adopted. Such cases are declared by
the Government of Constantinople to
be religious and civil cases, not criminal
ones. The girl is brought before the
Medjlis and asked what her religion is.
If she replies Mahometan, the case is of
course at an end. If she declares her-
self a Christian, the result is the same.
The Medjlis quotes the Hatti-Humayun
of 1856. In this much- vaunted edict,
which has everywhere and in every re-
spect proved to be a "delusion, a mockery
and a snare," it is only provided that
Christian evidence shall be received in
commercial, correctional, and criminal
cases.1 The Medjlis decides that the
case before it is a civil question. It
consequently refuses to hear the girl's
statement or that of her relatives ; and
unless a Mahometan comes forward to
give evidence against his co-religionist
in a matter which his creed regards as
meritorious — an extremely rare occur-
rence— the Medjlis decides against the
Christian plaintiff. This shows the
nature of the next grievance, which
demands our consideration, viz. —
VII. Tlie non-admission of Christian
evidence in civil suits. It would, we
imagine, scarcely be believed that in the
year 1860 the whole Christian popula-
tion of a country should be placed below
the level of convicted criminals by the
existence of a law, or a custom having
i Extract from Hatti-Skerif of 1856.
Toutes lea affairs commerciales, correction-
nelles et criminelles entre des Musulmans et
dea sujets Chretiens ou autres non-Musul-
mans, ou bien des Chretiens ou autres de
rites diffe'rents non-Musulmans, seront de'fe'-
re'es a des Tribunaux Mixtes (i.e. the Medjles).
L'audience de ces tribunaux sera publique ;
les parties seront mises en presence et pro-
duiront leurs te'moins, dont les depositions
seront recues indietinctement, sous un serment
prete" selon la loi religieuse de chaque culte.
Les proces ayant trait aux affaires civiles
continueront d'etre publiquement jugeX d'apres
lea lois et les reglements, par devant les Con-
seils Mixtes des Provinces, en presence du
Qouverneur et du Juge du lieu.
Civil suits are thus to remain on the same
footing as before ; consequently Christian evi-
denc e ieinadmissible
the force of law, by which their testi-
mony is refused acceptance in a court of
justice on account of their religion. Yet
such is the case in Turkey. In criminal
cases, where Christian evidence is ad-
mitted, little attention 'enough is paid to
it ; but it is not creditable to England
and France to have permitted this dis-
tinction to be perpetuated in civil suits.
The influence which the Western Powers
possessed when the Hatti-Humayun of
1856 was promulgated was undoubtedly
powerful enough to have induced the
Porte to decree that the evidence of
Christians should be received in all cases
equally with that of Mahometans. The
consequence is that Christians must pro-
duce Mussulman witnesses in civil suits
in which they are interested ; and this
leads to a most frightful amount of
perjury. A regular class of false wit-
nesses live by this means, and are ready
to swear to any case. The result is not
so injurious to the Christians as might
have been expected, but it requires no
proof to show what the effect to a state
must be when perjury becomes a pro-
fession.
VIII. Insecurity of property. Chris-
tian evidence not being received, the
property of Christians is necessarily
rendered much less secure than it other-
wise would be. Oral testimony is always
preferred to documentary evidence, and
in this manner Christians are often dis-
possessed of an estate by the weight of evi-
dence given by perjured witnesses. While
such a state of things exists improve-
ment of any kind is not to be looked
for.
IX. Religious intolerance. The power-
ful protection which the Greek and
Roman Catholic communities enjoy
prevents the Mahometans from perpetra-
ting those disgraceful outrages in
churches which they are wont to indulge
in when it can be done with impunity.
Religious intolerance evinced by rules of
service, opposed, we will not say to good
feeling, for that we could not expect to
find, but to sound policy, prevents the
entrance of Christians into the army.
Forcible conversions of males are rare.
They are generally accompanied with
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such a public breach of the peace as to
enable the ambassadors at Constantinople
to make representations, and are there-
fore inconvenient.
The Ottoman Government is ready
enough to afford every facility to Euro-
pean missionaries, whether Protestant or
Eoman Catholic. It is well aware that,
while it can play off one sect of Christians
against another, it increases existing
differences between them, and perpetuates
a state of things from which it alone can
derive benefit.
Few Mahometans are ever converted
to Christianity. There are many reasons
against it ; but the only one to which we
need refer here is the law of the Koran,
which condemns to death a Mussulman
who renounces his faith. The present
practice is to imprison and banish these
converts; but so late as November, 1853,
when the English and French fleets
were at anchor in. the Dardanelles, a
Christian convert was tortured and
executed at Adrianople, almost within
sound of the guns of the allied fleet. No
attempt was made to save his life, or to
obtain reparation. Hatti-Sheriffs may
be issued to satisfy the demands of
European nations ; but the people can
entertain no very high opinion of the
sincerity either of the Ottoman or of
other Governments when they see on
every side a systematic disregard of
these laws evinced by the Turkish
authorities, and can perceive no efforts
on the part of the Christian Powers to
compel their enforcement.
Such were the chief grievances from
which the Christians suffered in the
spring of 1860. No arguments are re-
quired to prove the accuracy of the
Eussian. declaration that their condition
had become intolerable. So much weight
was felt at Constantinople to be attached
to this declaration that a change of
ministry ensued, notwithstanding all the
efforts of the Mahometan party. Ka-
brisli Pasha — almost the only honest
Turkish statesman, and the only man
we believe who, after filling the highest
offices of the State, is still poor — was re-
appointed Grand Vizier ; from, which post
No. 12. — VOL. n.
he was dismissed last year for urging on
the Sultan the necessity of economy.
He was immediately sent on a mission
of inquiry into the European provinces,
unaccompanied, however, by delegates
from the embassies. We imagine that
his real report will not be very different
from the foregoing statement. But the
public version will probably maintain
that these grievances have been much
exaggerated. Few Christians have come
forward to show their wrongs, and the
most will be made of this circumstance.
Kabrisli would have protected them;
but, after his departure, they would have
suffered severely for having given evi-
dence. Several officials have been re-
moved chiefly on account of offences
against the Government, and due stress
will be laid on this point ; and, finally,
the general aspect of the provinces will
be declared highly satisfactory. But a
report of this nature, unsubstantiated by
the concurrent testimony of European
commissions (the absence of whom we
consider would be fatal to any report),
will deceive 110 one. Nor will it be re-
garded by the Russian Government, who
will probably avail themselves of the
first opportunity to repeat in Eoumelia
the precedent afforded by the French in-
tervention in Syria.
We believe, moreover, that the
Eussian Government is fully aware that
the feeling formerly entertained towards
Eussia by the Greeks has undergone a
considerable change. Centuries of the
severest oppression had produced their
inevitable effect. Nothing more debasing
than Ottoman rule can be imagined.
Debarred from the profession of arms,
subjected to degrading distinctions, and
exposed unarmed to the tyranny of a
cruel and heartless dominant race, it is
not to be wondered that the Greek
character deteriorated. Nor was this
all. Every year their most promising
children were seized by the Moslems,
and brought up in the Mahometan faith.
In this state of insecurity with respect
to all that was most dear to them, the
Greeks lived for the present moment and
became regardless of the future. In this
manner a community soon degenerates
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into utter barbarism. If, as the most
eloquent historian of modern times has
shown, the excesses of the French Ee vo-
lution are to be palliated because they
were directly attributable to the mis-
government of the monarchy, much
more should the shortcoming of the
Greeks be excused. It is remarkable
that they have done so well.
It is to the influence of the Church
that they owe their present position.
During the long period of persecution
(for such has been its normal character)
which has continued since the Moslem
conquest in the East, each individual
Christian has had the strongest worldly
inducement to abandon his faith, while
to be a priest has been a special cause
for personal insult. Yet very few
Christians have ever apostatized, even
to save their lives, notwithstanding the
low moral standard to which the oppres-
sions they have undergone unavoidably
gave rise. Little sympathy have they
received from Christian Europe, and
still less assistance. "Without exception
each nation has sought to Aveaken the na-
tional Church, and to obtain adherents
to its own form of Christianity. Russia
has endeavoured to substitute the autho-
rity of the Archbishop of Moscow for
that of the Patriarch of Constantinople.
Roman Catholic powers have made
every possible effort to increase the
number of their community ; and Pro-
testant nations have tried to obtain
converts from the other sects. The
Turkish Government made the appoint-
ments to bishoprics depend on the
bestowal of bribes among its officials,
and generally took measures to confide
the direction of ecclesiastical affairs to
unworthy persons. But, notwith standing
all these calamities and drawbacks, the
Church held its ground, and kept alive
in the minds of the people the recollec-
tion of the glory of their ancestors.
They were thus prevented from sinking
into despair, and have now emerged
from the fiery ordeal to which open
enemies and false friends had subjected
them. The Greek Revolution brought
the dawn of better times. Thousands,
indeed, fell during the contest by the
sword, by pestilence, and by famine, and
thousands more were sold into hopeless
slavery ; and, although Europe could at
last no longer abstain from interfering,
yet even then the jealousy of the several
powers prevented a state from being
constituted which should by its extent
and resources be able to satisfy the
requirements of its subjects.
Unsatisfactory, however, as the settle-
ment of Greece has proved, it has caused
much eager longing on the part of the
less fortunate Greeks who are still sub-
ject to the Sultan, to form at some
happier time part of a great and a
united nation. In England much mis-
conception exists with regard to the
state of Greece. The inhabitants of the
Ionian islands can freely compare their
almost independent national existence
under British protection with the
Government of Greece, and yet, except
in the official class, there are few who
would not prefer to join the Hellenic,
kingdom. What, then, must be the
feelings of the Chiistians in Turkey ?
Greece occupies to the latter the same
position which Sardinia holds with re-
spect to Italian patriots. But the
Governments of Modena and [Naples
were not more oppressive than that
of the Ottoman Porte is at this pre-
sent time with regard to its Christian
subjects. Should an insurrectionary
movement take place in consequence of
massacres by the Turks, or should
treachery, as in Syria, lead to corre-
sponding atrocities, the Greek Govern-
ment would either be compelled to inter-
fere by the force of popular pressure, or
would be as powerless to resist the
unanimous efforts of the people as Sar-
dinia has been to prevent the departure
of volunteers from its ports. The
Western Powers have encouraged the
progress of the union party in Italy ; can
they do less in the East, where so much
reason for such a movement exists 1
Russia is well aware of these senti-
ments of the Greek population. Turkish
oppression caused them to seek the pro-
tection of the Czar, but there never was
any cordial agreement between them.
What could there be in common be-
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tween the despotism of Russia, and the
love of personal freedom inherent in
the Greek race — between the form of
Government which does not admit of
even any expression of opinion contrary
to the views of the administration, and
the passion for political intrigue and
popular discussion which often ap-
proaches to the excess of democratic
license 1 A nation, like an individual,
rarely sacrifices its higher principles and
cravings to the mere desire of prolonged
existence. A bond of union afforded by
religion formed the connecting link be-
tween the Greeks as persecuted for their
faith, and the Russian Government and
people as its defenders. Since the era
of Greek independence the opposite
tendencies of the two parties have been
developing ; and this is one reason why
Russia has of late so perseveringly sought
to attach to her the Slavonic population
of Bulgaria and the Principalities.
With regard to the amelioration of
the social and political condition of the
Christians, we consider that the welfare,
or the existence even, of the Ottoman
empire depends on the immediate intro-
duction of some degree of order into the
finances. A Financial Council has been
recently instituted ; but its functions are
only deliberative, and the ministers
decide what questions are to be submit-
ted to it. It is needless to say more
respecting it than that it is another con-
trivance to relieve the ministers from
personal responsibility. The plan which
we would recommend is, that a mixed
commission, formed of the representa-
tives of Great Britain, France, and
Russia — the course lately adopted at
Athens — should inquire into the whole
question. They might be assisted, as at
Athens, by competent officers, and the
Turkish Government should be com-
pelled to carry out their recommenda-
tions. We see no obstacle to the estab-
lishment of the Turkish finances on a
sound basis, if confidence could be in-
spired. The debt is small — not more
than 50,000,000^ The revenue and
expenditure are nearly equal, and
amount to about 10,000,000^. The
former, in a few years, might be doubled,
by developing the resources of the coun-
try ; and if the expenditure was wholly
employed for purposes of public utility,
instead of being wasted in personal ex-
travagance, great benefits would be con-
ferred on the community. The debt
might be paid off in a few years without
any extra taxation. Half the land in
Turkey is vakouf, or the property of the
charity department. This is now ad-
ministered by the Government. Each
tenement is held on a tenure similar to
copyhold, and the Government derives
a considerable revenue from fines and
escheats. This land should, with special
exceptions, necessary for the charitable
purposes originally intended — for which
a tenth of the whole would abundantly
suffice — be converted into freehold, by a
money payment. The vakouf property
in and about Constantinople alone is
valued at upwards of a million sterling.
But the Porte knows that Christians
or foreigners would buy the land, and
therefore refuses to sell a single acre of
this vast accumulating property. We
think it should be gradually sold — half
the proceeds to be applied to paying off
the debt, and the other half to the con-
struction of roads, &c.
If the finances were placed on a satis-
factory footing, the next thing to be
done is to appoint competent governors.
Almost every Pasha is in debt. When
his creditors will no longer wait for the
settlement of their claims, he tells them
that he cannot pay them unless they get
him appointed governor of a province.
No great length of time elapses before
the Porte has recourse to the capitalists,
who, in advancing money, ask the little
favour of the nomination in question —
which is granted at once. What can be
expected from such a man 1 The subor-
dinate functionaries in the provinces,
almost without exception, have been
domestic servants at Constantinople.
While the finances are so disorganised
and provincial authorities are appointed
in this manner, while the most terrible
oppression is practised by the officers of
the State, while corruption pervades
every branch of the public service, and
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•while the crimes which we have referred
to are committed with impunity, it is
worse than useless to look for any im-
provement in the empire. But if the
Sultan could be persuaded to undertake
measures that would remedy this state
of things, the rest would be easy, and
the Turkish empire might resume its
place among the nations of Europe.
The Christians could then entertain
some good hope of relief. More offices,
especially important ones, should be con-
ferred on them, including several seats
in the Great Council at Constantinople.
Many places, in the islands chiefly, are
wholly inhabited by Christians ; yet a
Turk is invariably sent as governor. He
is always ignorant of their usages, and
often bigoted. ~Soi only have the in-
habitants to supply the means for the
repayment of his debts, and to provide
biTn and the other Turkish authorities
with means for the future, but they
have likewise to endure the insults and
tyranny in which such men generally
indulge. In such localities a Christian
should be appointed Pasha.
The special measures which we recom-
mend for the amelioration of the condi-
tion of the Christians are : —
I. The immediate establishment of
a general penal code, to be at once
translated into the different languages
of the empire ; and that justice
should be strictly and impartially ad-
ministered.
II. The Medjles should be composed
of members belonging to the different
religious sects in each locality, in pro-
portion to their number ; but, wherever
practicable, the Medjlis should be abo-
lished, and a responsible judicial officer
appointed as judge.
III. The Government should take
the collection of the revenue into its
own hands.
IV. The truck-system should be le-
gally abolished, and all claims arising
from it declared to be null and void.
V. The army and police, and all
matters connected with them, should
be conducted in accordance with the
rules observed by civilised nations.
VI. All cases of abduction of females
should be recognised as offences to be
dealt with by the criminal law.
VII. Christian evidence should be
admitted in every court, in all cases, on
the same footing as the evidence of
Mahometans.
VIII. Documentary evidence, in mat-
ters where it is reasonably admissible,
should be properly received.
IX. All instances of religious intole-
rance ought to be severely punished ;
and, lastly, the various Hatti-Sheriffs
which have been issued in favour of the
Christians should be consolidated into
one, which should be ordered to be
publicly read before each Medjlis, in the
language of the place, twice in each
year, and copies of which should be cir-
culated in the provinces.
We will, in conclusion, offer a few
remarks respecting the recent events in
Syria.
The mountainous region of the Leba-
non is, or rather was, inhabited by two
different sets of people, the Maronites
and the Druses — the former a sort of
Roman Catholics, the latter a kind of
heretical Mahometans. From the be-
ginning of this century to 1832, the
Lebanon was ruled by a Christian
Prince of the Schahab family. In that
year the forces of Mahomet Ali con-
quered Syria. They occupied the country
till they were expelled by the English
in 1839. Under the Egyptian rule the
country flourished, the Christians were
protected, trade revived, and internal
tranquillity was maintained. But it has
hitherto been the policy of England to
make everything give way to the para-
mount question of the maintenance of the
Ottoman Empire, and Syria was there-
fore again replaced under the Sultan's
sway. A new arrangement, in opposi-
tion, however, to the wishes of the
Turkish Government, which sought to
establish its own direct authority, was
made with regard to the Lebanon : the
Maronite and Druse districts Avere placed
under native chiefs, who were to have
the title of Kaimakam, and to be
directly subject to the Pasha of Beyrout.
The establishment of two rival petty
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states was certainly not a measure cal-
culated to maintain the piiblic peace,
and acts of violence continually occurred
which sometimes led to actual hostilities.
What orders Khoorshed Pasha may
have had on this subject we do not pre-
tend to say, but he was undoubtedly
well aware of the wishes of the Porte.
He succeeded in setting race against
race, and class against class. The
Christians were encouraged to complain
of their chiefs, while the chiefs were
finally upheld ; and thus thorough dis-
union was spread among the Maronites,
and he and his subordinates afforded
active assistance to the Druses.
The accounts of the late events in
Syria which have appeared in the news-
papers and in the papers laid before
Parliament, fully prove the complicity
of the Turkish local authorities in all
that has taken place. It remains to be
seen how far the Government at Con-
stantinople is implicated in these trans-
actions. Its conduct with respect to the
following points will in our opinion be
decisive whether its professions of regret
at those atrocities are sincere.
The result of Khoorshed Pasha's trial
will be of the utmost importance.
Ahmed Pasha, Osman Bey, and the
other ruffians who have disgraced the
Turkish uniform -have acted too reck-
lessly to leave the result of their trial
doubtful. With regard to the chief
culprit the case is otherwise. Al-
though he is the immediate author of
all the misery which has been occa-
sioned, he acted with too much caution
to afford direct evidence of his guilt.
Circumstantial evidence there is, and
enough to warrant his conviction ; but
a partial tribunal, which would not even
dare to acquit the others, might venture
to make an attempt in his favour.
The steps which will be taken with
regard to the Christian women who have
been carried off by Mahometans will be
the next measure which will test the
sincerity of the Turkish Government,
whose civil and military authorities have
everywhere distinguished themselves by
taking a most active part in these out-
rages. They must comprise the con-
dign punishment of the offenders, the
release of their victims, and a provision
for their future maintenance.
Whole villages have been compelled
to embrace the Moslem belief. We have
stated above the Turkish policy with
regard to cases of conversion to Ma-
hometanism. What course will be pur-
sued in Syria ?
Besides the punishment of those
guilty of acts of violence towards Chris-
tians, of the destruction of their property,
and the desecration of churches, fines
should be levied on the towns which
have been the scenes of these outrages,
and of a nature to cause the consequences
attendant on the commission of such
crimes to be remembered ; and, lastly,
the remaining Christians should be main-
tained while in their present state of
destitution, and relieved from taxation
for two years at least.
After reparation for the past, guaran-
tees for the future are to be considered.
We presume it will be the duty of the
European commission which has pro-
ceeded to Syria to determine what these
shall be, as well as to insist on full and
satisfactory redress.
The Turkish plan for the future
government of the Lebanon will be un-
doubtedly the establishment of their
own direct rule in both the Maronite and
Druse districts. But France would never
consent to this. French gold enabled
the Maronites to attain to that degree of
civilisation which the Druse outrages
have just brought to an abrupt and
sudden termination. In return for French
capital advanced to them they sold their
silk produce at a fixed price to the mer-
chants of Marseilles and Lyons. The
country was covered with homesteads,
and abounded with mulberry trees. Now
there is scarcely a house belonging to a
Christian which has not been burnt ; al-
most all their trees have been destroyed ;
and about 2,000,000£. French capital,
which had been invested in this man-
ner, has been lost. We feel sure that
the Emperor will insist on steps being
taken so as to effectually prevent a re-
currence of Druse atrocities and of
Turkish misgovernment. The best course
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rould be to invest the Viceroy of Egypt
vrith the Pashalic of Syria. If his offer
to send at once 10,000 troops into Syria
had been accepted, not half the mischief
which has happened would have taken
place.. If the Turkish rule continues,
we do not see a possibility of the return
of the French troops for some time. It
would have been well if an English
force had also been sent to Syria ; but
our Government and merchants seem to
leave that part of Turkey entirely to
French enterprise.
The punishment to be inflicted on the
Druses must depend on the evidence
which Khoorshed Pasha's trial brings
to light. If it is true that their chiefs
acted by his orders, the punishment of
these- chiefs, especially Mahomed Nasur
and of a few others, and the imposition
of fines, would suffice ; but, if the Druses
acted spontaneously, a much sterner
measure of retribution should be in-
flicted. The Porte was much annoyed
at the turn affairs took when the mas-
sacres extended beyond the Lebanon.
The Government of Constantinople had
nothing to do with that, and hence the
severity to Ahmed Pasha, who after all
was not so bad as others : his misconduct
was confined to permitting acts of mur-
der, violence, and plunder ; he did not
take an active part in, or derive benefit
from them himself. The Porte would
have been well pleased if the Maronites
and Druses had facilitated their desire
for supremacy in both districts by
mutual destruction, and had no wish
that massacres should occur on such a
scale as to lead to European interven-
tion. The events in the Lebanon might
have passed off with comparative impu-
nity, owing to the jealousy of the great
powers ; it was the news from Damascus
which led to the French expedition.
It is impossible to imagine greater
dangers to threaten any state than those
which now menace the Turkish empire.
The Sultan is weak, extravagant, and
most unpopular. The officers of the
Government are, with scarcely an excep-
tion, corrupt; and the Ministers are
universally distrusted. The treasury is
empty, and efforts have been made, with
little success, to raise another loan.
The array is unpaid and dissatisfied, and
all classes of the community are dis-
contented. The Mahometans are in-
dignant that the Christians have been
so far placed, nominally even, on a
level with themselves, and at the loss
of their former prestige. The Christians
are almost reduced to desperation by
their miserable condition and by re-
peated disappointments with regard to
measures for their relief. The papers
on the state of Syria from 1858 to
1860, recently laid before Parliament,
show the normal state of the remoter
provinces. In Bosnia and the .Herze-
govine, an insurrection may take place
at any moment, and great excitement
everywhere prevails. Such being the
state of things the slightest incident
may produce the impending catastrophe.
"Where one sees on every side the cir-
cumstances which indicate and would
bring about the downfall of even the
most powerful monarchy, we may ask
what ought to be the policy of Great
Britain.
Our first duty is, laying aside all secta-
rian prejudices, to take measures for the
welfare of our fellow-Christians. In the
last few months thousands have suffered
merely because they were called Chris-
tians, for Jews have in no case been
molested. Great Britain has the power
to prevent a recurrence of these events,
and will incur great responsibility and
guilt if that power is not properly exer-
cised. If another trial can be given to
the Ottoman Empire consistently with
this object, it should be done ; if not,
its existence must terminate, or be so
circumscribed as to place no obstacles to
the bond fide fulfilment of this primary
duty. It is true that Great Britain,
France, and Austria have guaranteed the
maintenance of the Turkish Empire ;
but that treaty is not binding if the
Porte cannot enforce the first principles
of civil society.
In the reign of William the Third,
the great question of the day was the
future of the Spanish monarchy : the
line of policy which England then took
up arms to maintain was directly at
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variance with the wishes of the people
of Spain. The result, however, of the
war of the Spanish succession was the
triumph of the cause England had op-
posed ; notwithstanding which, none of
the dreadful consequences that had been
anticipated ensued. This is a striking
illustration of the dancer of acting
against the unanimous desires of a
nation, and should be an additional in-
ducement to us, in dealing with the
eastern question, to pay due regard to
the wishes of the people, especially of
the Christian population, of Turkey,
and not to attach too much importance
to remote and improbable contingencies.
THE AMMERPAU MYSTEEY ; OR SACRED DRAMA OF 1860.
BY A SPECTATOR.
MOST travellers who have passed during
this summer through the neighbourhood
of Munich, or of Innsbruck, will have
heard of the dramatic representation of
the history of the Passion in the village
of Ober-Ammergau, which, according to
custom, occurred in this the tenth year
from the time of its last performance.
Several circumstances have, in all pro-
bability, attracted to it a larger number
of our countrymen than has been the
case on former occasions. Its last cele-
bration, in 1850, has been described in
the clever English novel of " Quits."
Its fame was widely spread by two Ox-
ford travellers who witnessed it in that
same year. It forms the subject of one
of the chapters in the " Art Student of
Munich." There is reason, therefore, to
believe that many Englishmen who will
have frequented the spot in this year
will not be unwilling to have briefly re-
called to their thoughts some of the im-
pressions left on one who, like themselves,
was an eye-witness of this remarkable
scene. These reflections shall be divided
into those suggested by the history of
the spectacle, and those suggested by
the spectacle itself.1
1 Three printed works have been used for
this description, over and above the personal
observation of the writer : — •
1. The Songs of the Chorus, with the gene-
ral Programme of the Drama, and a short
Preface.
2. "The Passion Play in Ober-Ammergau."
By Ludwig Clarus. 2d Edition. Munich,
18GO.
3. A similar shorter work, by Devrient,
published at Leipsic in 1851.
I. Ober-Ammergau is, as its name
implies, the uppermost of two villages,
situated in the gau, or valley of the
Ammer, which, rising in the Bavarian
highlands, falls through this valley
into the wide plains of Bavaria, and
joins the Isar not far from Munich.
Two or three peculiarities distinguish
it from the other villages of the same
region. Standing at the head of its
own valley, and therefore secluded from
the thoroughfare of Bavaria on the one
side, it is separated on the other side
from the great highroad to Innsbruck
by the steep pass of Ettal. Although
itself planted on level ground, it is still
a mountain village, and the one marked
feature of its situation is a high columnar
rock, called " the Covel," apparently
the origin of its ancient name, " Cove-
liaca." At the head of the pass is the
great monastery of Ettal, founded by
the Emperor Lewis of Bavaria, which,
though dissolved at the beginning of
this century, exercised considerable in-
fluence in giving to the secluded neigh-
bouring village its peculiarly religious
or ecclesiastical character. The inhabit-
ants of the village have been long em-
ployed on the carving and painting of
wooden ornaments, toys, and sacred
images, which, whilst it required from
them a degree of culture superior to
that of mere peasants, also gave them a
There was a short but complete account of
the representation this year in the Guardian
Newspaper of July 25, 1860, which renders
unnecessary any further consecutive descrip-
tion.
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familiarity with sacred subjects1 beyond
what would be felt even amongst the
religious peasantry of this part of Ger-
many. Half the population are em-
ployed in these carvings. Half the
houses are painted with these subjects.
In this spot, in consequence of a
pestilence which devastated the sur-
rounding villages, apparently in the
train of a famine which followed on the
ravages of the Thirty Years' War, a por-
tion of the inhabitants made a vow, in
1633, that thenceforth they would repre-
sent every tenth year the Passion of
Christ in a sacred play. Since that
time the vow has been kept, with the
slight variation that in 1680 the year
was changed, so as to accord with the
recurring decennial periods of the cen-
tury.
Its date is important, as fixing its
rise beyond the limit of the termination
of the Middle Ages, with which, both in
praise and blame, it is sometimes con-
founded. These religious mysteries, or
dramatic representations of sacred sub-
jects, existed, to a certain extent, before
the Middle Ages began, as is proved by
the tragedy of the Passion of Christ, by
Gregory Nazianzen. They were in full
force during the Middle Ages, in the
form of " mysteries," or " moralities."
But, almost alone of the ancient repre-
sentations of sacred subjects to the out-
ward senses, they survivd ethe Middle
Ages and the shock of the Reformation.
This very vow which gave birth to the
drama at Ammergau was made, as we
have seen, in the middle of the seven-
teenth century. Through the whole of
that century, or even in the next, such
spectacles were common in the South of
Germany. They received, in Northern
Germany, the sanction of Luther. "Such
" spectacles," he is reported to have said,
" often do more good, and produce more
"impression, than sermons." The
founder of the Lutheran Church in
Sweden, Archbishop Peterson, encou-
raged them by precept and example.
1 There is one other locality in Tyrol where
the inhabitants are similarly employed— the
Grodner Thai near Botzen.
The Lutheran Bishops of the Danish
Church composed them down to the
end of the seventeenth century. In
Holland, a drama of this kind is as-
cribed to the pen of no less a person
than Grotius. Even in England, where
they were naturally checked by the
double cause, first, of the vast outburst
of the secular drama, and then of the
rise of Puritanism, they Avere performed
in the time of the first Stuarts ; and
Milton's first sketch of the "Paradise
Lost," as is well known, was a sacred
drama, of which the opening speech
was Satan's address to the sun. There
was a period when there seemed to be
a greater likelihood of the retention of
sacred plays in England, than of the re-
tention of painted windows, or of sur-
plices. Relics of these mysteries, of
which the sacred meaning, however, has
long past away, still linger in the rude
plays through which, in some parts of
England, the peasants represent the
story of St. George, the l)ragon, and
Beelzebub.
The repugnance, therefore, which has,
since the close of the seventeenth cen-
tury, led to the gradual suppression of
these dramatic spectacles, is not to be
considered a special offspring of Pro-
testantism, any more than their origin
and continuance was a special offspring
of the Church of Eome. The prejudice
against them has arisen from far more
general causes, which have affected, if
not in equal degree, yet to a large
extent, the public opinion of Eoman
Catholic as well as of Protestant
countries. If in the Protestant nations
the practice died out more easily, in
Roman Catholic nations it was more
directly and severely denounced by the
hierarchy. In 1779 a general pro-
hibition was issued by the Prince-Arch-
bishop of Salzburg, whose high autho-
rity in the country which was the chief
seat of these performances gives to his
decree a peculiar weight and interest.
All the objections which most naturally
occur to the most refined or the most
Protestant mind find expression in the
Archbishop's manifesto — " The mixture
" of sacred and profane " — " the ludi-
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crous and disagreeable effect of the
bad acting of the more serious actors,
or of the intentional buffooneries of
others " — " the distraction of the minds
of the lower orders from the more
edifying modes of instruction by
sermons, Church services, and revivals "
— " the temptations to intemperance
and debauchery, encouraged by the
promiscuous assemblages of large
numbers of persons " — " The scandal
brought on the Church and religion
by the exposure of sacred subjects to
' the criticism and ridicule of free-
' thinkers." All these and other like
objections stated by the greatest prelate
of southern Germany were followed up,
in 1780 — 1790, by vigorous measures of
repression on the part of the Bavarian
government and police.
Amidst the general extinction of all
other spectacles of this nature, that at
Ammergau still held its ground ; partly
from the special nature of its origin,
more from the high character and cul-
ture of its inhabitants, arising out of
the causes above specified. In 1810,
however, the recent withdrawal of its
natural protectors by the secularization
of the Abbey of Ettal, and the increas-
ing alienation of public opinion from
any such religious exhibitions, induced
the ecclesiastical and civil authorities at
Munich to condemn its further cele-
bration, as " being in its very idea a
gross indecorum." Upon this a depu-
tation of peasants from Ammergau went
to plead their cause in the capital. The
ecclesiastics were deaf to their entreaties,
and bade them go home, and learn the
history of the Passion not from the
theatre, but from the sermons of their
pastor in church. At this last gasp, the
Ammergau spectacle was saved from the
destruction to which the Church had
condemned it by the protection of a
latitudinarian king. The deputies pro-
cured an interview with Max-Joseph,
the monarch whose statue in the square
at Munich, which bears his name, rests
on a pedestal characteristically distin-
guished by a bas-relief of the genius of
Humanity endeavouring to reconcile a
Roman Catholic prelate and a Lutheran
preacher. He received them kindly,
and through his permission a special
exception was granted to the Ammergau
Passion Play.
As a just equivalent for this per-
mission, the directors of the spectacle
undertook to remove from it all reason-
able causes of offence ; and it is to this
compromise between the ancient religious
feelings of the locality and the exi-
gencies of modern times that we owe
the present form of the drama. Three
persons are named as having contributed
to this result. Weiss, an ex-monk of
Ettal, and afterwards pastor of Ammer-
gau, rewrote the dialogue and recast the
plot. To him are ascribed the strict
adhesion to the Biblical narration, and
the substitution of dramatic human
passions and motives, especially in the
case of Judas, for the ancient machinery
of devils, and also the substitution of
scenes or tableaux from the Old Testa-
ment for the allegorical personages who
filled up the vacant spaces in the older
representations. The music was com-
posed by Dedler, the schoolmaster and
organist. According to competent judges,
though for the most part inadequate to
the grandeur and elevation of the sub-
ject, it is much beyond what could be
expected from so Immble a source. The
prologue was written by an ecclesiastical
dignitary (Dom- Provost), apparently of
the rank of archdeacon or rural dean,
Alliani, known as the Roman Catholic
translator of the Bible into German.
It is evident from this account, that,
as a relic of medieval antiquity, the
Ammergau representation has but a very
slight interest. It is on more general
grounds — namely, of its being a serious,
and perhaps the only serious existing
attempt to reproduce in a dramatic form
the most sacred of all events — that the
spectacle can challenge our sympathy
and attention.
But before proceeding to enlarge on
these grounds, a few words must be
devoted to the form and conditions under
which the representation exists, and
which can alone render its continuance
justifiable or even practicable.
It is perhaps the strongest instance
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that could be given of the impossibility
of transferring an institution from its
own sphere to another. There cannot
be a doubt that the same representation
in London, in Paris, in Munich, would,
if not blasphemous in itself, lead to
such blasphemous consequences as to
render its suppression a matter of abso-
lute necessity. But, in fact, it would
not be the same representation. It
would be something the very opposite
of that which it is. All that is most
peculiar in the present performance
would die in any other situation. Its
whole merit and character lies in the
circumstance that it is a product of the
locality, nearly as peculiar to it as the
rocks and fruits of the natural soil.
The theatre almost tells its own story.
Although somewhat more akin to ordi-
nary dramatic representations than when
the play was performed1 actually in the
churchyard, it still retains all that is
essential to divide it from a common
stage. It is a rustic edifice of rude
planks and benches, erected on the out-
skirts of the village. The green meadow
and the circle of hills form the back-
ground— its illumination is the light of
the sun poured down through the long
hours of the morning on the open stage.
Its effects of light and shade are the
natural changes of the advancing and
declining day and of the passing clouds.
The stage decorations and scenery,
painted in the coarsest and simplest
style, as well as the construction of the
theatre and the dresses of the actors,
are the work of the villagers. The
colours of the dresses, the attitudes of
the performers, are precisely the same as
the paintings and sculptures along the
waysides, and on the fronts of the houses
in Ammergau and the surrounding
country. The actors themselves, amount-
ing nearly to 500, are all inhabitants of
Ammergau, and exhaust a large part of
the population of the village. How far
they are led to look upon their calling
as an actually religious service — in what
spirit they enter upon it — how far the
parts are assigned according to the moral
1 As was the case till 1830.
characters of the performers — are ques-
tions to which, under any circumstances,
an answer would be difficult, and on
which, in fact, the statements are some-
what contradictory.2 The only inference
which a stranger can draw is from the
mode of performance, which will be best
noticed as we proceed. The completely
local and unprofessional nature of the
transaction is further indicated by the
want of any system for the reception of
the influx of strangers. Nothing can
exceed the friendliness and courtesy of
the villagers in accommodating the
guests who seek shelter under their
roof — but the accommodation itself is of
so homely a kind as to be sure of re-
pelling the common sight-seer or plea-
sure seeker. For a similar reason, appa-
rently, there is no possibility of pro-
curing either a printed text of the per-
formance, or any detailed pictorial re-
presentation of the scenes. Lastly, the
spectators are equally unlike those of
whom an ordinary theatrical aiidience is
composed. Although a few of the very
highest classes are present, as for ex-
ample, on one occasion this year, the
Queen and Crown Prince of Bavaria,
with their attendants — and although the
covered seats are mostly occupied either
by travellers or persons above the rank
of peasants, yet more than three-fourths
of those present must be of the humbler
grades of life, who have come on foot,
or in waggons, from localities more or
less remote, to witness what, it cannot be
doubted, is to them (whatever it may be
to their superiors in station) an edifying
and instructive spectacle. From them
is derived the general atmosphere of the
theatre. There is no passionate display
of emotion or devotion. But their demean-
our is throughout grave and respect-
ful. Only in one or two passages, where
the grotesque is evidently intended to
predominate, a smile or " sensation " of
mirth may be observed to run down the
long lines of fixed and attentive counte-
2 It is said that great care is employed in
the selection of the best characters for the
chief actors ; that they are consecrated to their
work with prayer ; and that a watch over
their conduct is maintained by the Committee.
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nances. Almost every one holds in his
hand the brief summary of the drama,
•with the choral songs, which alone are
to be purchased in print. Every part,
even the most exciting, is received in
dead silence ; the more solemn or
affecting parts, with a stillness that can
be felt
II. In such an assemblage of spectators
there is a contagion of reverence, which,
at least on the spot, disarms the critical
or the religious objector. What is not
profane to them, ought not to be profane
to any one who for the moment casts
his lot with them. If he has so far
overcome his prejudices or his scruples
as to come at all, there is nothing in the
surrounding circumstances to revive or
to aggravate them. He may fairly hope
to receive from the spectacle before him
without hindrance whatever instruction
it is calculated to convey beyond the
circle of those for whom it is specially
intended.
(1.) The first impression which an
educated man is likely to receive, is
one which, as being most remote from
the actual scope or intention of the
spectacle, shall be mentioned at starting,
the more so as it is suggested in the
most forcible manner at the very begin-
ning of the performance. In that vast
audience of peasants, seated in the open
air, to witness the dramatic exhibition
of a sacred story, bound up with all
their religious as well as local and
national associations, and represented
according to the traditional typos most
familiar to them, is the nearest approach
which can now be seen to the ancient
Athenian tragedy. Precisely such a
union of rustic simplicity and high
wrought feeling — of the religious with
the dramatic element — of natural scenery
with simple art — was exhibited in the
Dionysian theatre, and, as far as we
know, has been exhibited nowhere since,
through all the numerous offspring of
dramatic literature which have risen
from that great original source. The
very appearance of the proscenium is
analogous. Instead of the palace of
Mycenae, or the city of Thebes, before
which the whole action of a Greek
tragedy was evolved, is the palace of
Pilate and of Annas, and the streets of
Jerusalem, remaining unchanged through
the successive scenes. And the spec-
tacle is opened by a sight, which, if not
directly copied from the one institution
peculiar to the Greek drama, is so nearly
parallel, as to convey an exact image of
what the ancient chorus must have been.
From the opposite sides of the stage
advance two lines of solemn figures,
ascending from childhood up to full
grown age, who range themselves, eight
on each hand, at the sides of a Cory-
phaeus, who in a loud chant announces
to the audience the plan of the scene
which is to follow, and then, in con-
junction with his companions, sings an
ode, precisely similar to those of the
Athenian chorus, evoking the religious
feeling of the spectators, recalling to
their minds any corresponding events in
the ancient Jewish history, and then
moralising on the joint effect of the
whole. It would be interesting to know
how far this element of the sacred drama
is a conscious imitation of the Grecian
chorus, or how far it is the spontaneous
result of parallel circumstances. That
it is, in essential points, of indigenous
growth, may be inferred from the fact
that its part was in earlier times per-
formed by a personage called " the
Genius of the Passion." And such a
personage appears in other religious
solemnities of Southern Germany. In
a quaint picture preserved at Landek (in
the Tyrol) of the jubilee of the consecra-
tion of the village church, the "Genius,"
draped in a gay court costume, marches
at the head of the procession of sacred
banners and images which passes through
the town and neighbourhood.
(2.) In one respect, this chorus of
guardian spirits is less directly connected
with the religious element of the drama,
than was the case with their Pagan
prototypes, who actually performed
their evolutions round the altar erected
in front of the stage. But this difference
is compensated by the uniformly sus-
tained elevation of their choral odes, and
the stately stillness with which they
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stand during their recital, and yet more
by the curious device which the framers
of the Ammergau drama have adopted to
throw life into these moralising allusions
to the ancient preludes of the Christian
history. As they touch on the events of
the Old Testament, which appear to
bear more or less nearly on the evan-
gelical incident about to be represented,
they open their ranks — the curtain of
the theatre draws up, and discloses at
the back of the stage the event to which
the recitation refers, exhibited in a
tableau vivant, composed of the peasants,
who, down to the smallest children,
remain fixed in their attitudes till the
curtain falls over them, again to rise
and disclose another of like kind, ar-
ranged with incredible rapidity, again
expounded, and again withdrawn from
view, whilst the chorus proceeds with
its task of didactic exposition.
These tableaux, which thus form an
integral part of the choral representation,
are repeated at the beginning of each
scene, and, though often so remotely or
fancifully connected with the main
action of the drama as rather to clog its
progress, yet powerfully contribute to-
wards the variety and the continuous
flow of the performance. They are of
the most unequal interest. Some — such
as the rejection of Vashti, corresponding
to the rejection of Jerusalem ; the insult
of Hanun to David's ambassadors, corre-
sponding to the mockery of Christ ; and
the elevation of Joseph in Egypt, con-
trasted with the mock elevation of
Christ in the hall of Pilate — are tame
both in conception and execution. But
others — such as the appearance of Joseph
to his envious brethren, Adam labouring
in the sweat of his brow, the gathering
of the manna in the wilderness, and the
carrying of the grapes, corresponding
respectively to the councils of the San-
hedrim, the Agony, the Last Supper —
are at once touching and graceful, even
when most childlike in ideas. In all,
the immobility of the figures, some-
times consisting of hundreds, is most
remarkable. In all, the choral odes
derive from them a combination of
pictorial and poetical representation as
singular as it is effective. The fine
passage in which, after the false kiss of
Joab by the rock of Gibeon, the* rocks
of Gibeon, and through them the sur-
rounding rocks of the Ammergau valley,
are invoked to avenge the treachery of
Judas, is a stroke of natural pathos,
which whilst it exactly recalls the ana-
logous allusions in the choral odes of
Sophocles, could be reproduced nowhere
but on a scene such as that which
is here described.
(3.) After the first prologue, and the first
tableau (which represents the expulsion
from Paradise), begins the regular action
of the drama, which, alternating with
the choral odes and tableaux, proceeds
with unflagging continuity (only broken
by one hour's rest in the middle of the
day) from eight in the morning till four
in the afternoon. This untiring energy
of action is, no doubt, a powerful ele-
ment in sustaining the interest, and
reproducing the animation of the
actual story. The first part begins
with the Triumphal entry, and closes
with the capture in the garden of
Gethsemane.
(T) The first scene introduces us at once
to the Chief Figure in the sacred story.
The wide stage, with the passages ap-
proaching it, is suddenly filled with the
streaming multitude of the Triumphal
entry, of all ages, chiefly masses of chil-
dren, mingled together in gay costume,
throwing down their garments in the
way, and answering, with jubilant shouts,
to a spirited ode, which, in this instance
rising above the ordinary music of the
rest of the lyrical pieces, is sung by the
exultant chorus.1
Hail to Thee ! hail ! 0 David's Son !
Hail to Thee ! hail ! thy Father's throne
la thine award.
In God's great name Thou comest nigh,
All Israel streams with welcome cry
To hail its Lord.
Hosanna ! He who dwells in heaven
Send from above all help to Thee !
Hosanna ! He who sits on high
Preserve Thee everlastingly !
1 This and the following literal translations
are given as specimens of the lyrical parts of
this rustic drama.
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Blessed be the life that springs anew
In David's house, in David's race ;
To glorious David's glorious Heir,
Al! nations, bring your songs of praise !
Hosanna ! to our King's own, Son,
Sound through the heavens far and wide !
Hosanna ! on his Father's throne
May He in majesty abide !
Hail to Thee ! hail !
It is amidst this crowded overflow of
human faces, that there appears seated
on the ass, the majestic Figure, known
at once by the traditional costume of
purple robe and crimson mantle, but
still more by the resemblance to the
traditional countenance of the Re-
deemer. Of this appearance, a gifted
eye-witness in 1850 wrote that, from
that moment, in hsr imagination, " This
" living representation would take the
" place of all the pictures and statues she
" had ever seen, and would remain indel-
" ibly impressed on her mind for ever."
In every such representation, of what-
ever kind, the Ideal Person will still, to
every religious and every cultivated
mind, remain unapproached, and there-
fore unprofaned. But each will, in
proportion to its excellence, exhibit
some aspect of the Divine Original, in
a form more impressive and more
intelligible than has been obtained by
any previous study or reading. That
which, in the character now brought
forward, most strikes the spectator as
with a neAV sense of the truth of the
Gospel narrative, is the dignity and
grace with which the Christ moves, as
it were, above the multitude and above
the action of the drama, although bear-
ing the chief part in it. It is felt that
from this one character is derived the
true tragical interest attaching to every
other person and incident in all the
subsequent scenes. On the common,
mass of the audience the same impres-
sion appears in a less conscious, but a
still more certain, form, through the
increased stillness which pervades the
theatre whenever this Figure appears.
But this pre-eminence is maintained, not
by any acting, rather by the absence of
acting. The clear distinctness of the
words which are uttered makes them
heard and felt, without the slightest
approach to declamation. Every ges-
ture implies a purpose, and yet there is
not a shade of affectation. The dis-
ciples, the priests, the money-changers,
the children, press around, and yet the
figure of the Christ remains distinct
from them all. Few have ever read
the sacred narrative without a sense of
the difficulty of conceiving how He, who
is there described, could have passed
through the world, as in it, and yet not
of it. It is one advantage of the
Ammergau representation that it gives
us, at least, a glimpse of the possibility
of such a passage through, yet above,
the world.
To dwell on all the details in which
this idea is carried out would be super-
fluous to those who have seen the spec-
tacle, and unintelligible to those who
have not. It is enough here to say,
that amidst all the changing scenes
which follow, and of which some notice
will be taken as we proceed, the iden-
tity of character in the first appearance
is never lost.
(2) As the Christ is the character in
the drama, where the effect is sustained
by the absence of all art and the inde-
pendence of all the agitations of human
passion, so the next most important
character is that on which most effort
has been bestowed, and in which the
play of imagination and dramatic in-
vention has been allowed the freest
scope. It would be a curious inquiry
to ascertain how far the conception of
Judas Iscariot is traditional, or how far
derived from the fancy of the last re-
visers of the drama. It is a certain and
an instructive fact, that in the moderni-
sation of the spectacle this internal
development of motives has taken the
place of the demons which the earlier
machinery reproduced in outward shape
as Judas' s companions. This accommo-
dation to what may have been thought
modern prejudice is in every sense as
it should be : it is not only a more
refined, but a more scriptural represen-
tation of the history of the Traitor ; and
the coincidence of the two, as thus
brought out in the drama, is well worthy
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of the attention of the theological stu-
dent. But the particular mode in which
the motives of Judas are conceived is
peculiar, and must be stated at length.
He is conspicuous amongst the Apos-
tles, not only from the well-known red
beard and yellow robe (as of envy), with
which he always appears, but from his
prominent position, always pressing for-
ward, even beyond Peter himself, the
restless, moving, active, bxisy personage
of the whole group. The scene of the
breaking of the box of precious oint-
ment is worked to the utmost. The
silent profusion of the Magdalene and
the eager economy of Judas are con-
trasted from the two sides of the stage
in startling opposition. From this mo-
ment a monomania, a fixed idea of re-
placing the 300 pence, takes possession
of his mind. He shakes his empty
money-bag. He recurs to the subject
with a pertinacity bordering, and appa-
rently meant to border, on the ludicrous.
The thirty pieces of silver are repre-
sented as an equivalent for the loss.
He is filled with nervous apprehensions
as to the destitution of himself and his
companions, if their Master should im-
peril Himself at Jerusalem. In this
state he is left alone to his own thoughts,
and, in a scene perhaps too elaborately
drawn out, he rushes to and fro between
the distractions of his worse and better
nature ; until the balance is turned by
the deputation from the chief priests
suddenly entering, playing on his delu-
sion, getting round him, and entrapping
him into the fatal compact. The ab-
sorbing passion is brought out forcibly
once more, when, with a greediness of
the actual com, truly Oriental, and (if
not suggested by some travelled or
learned prompter) wonderfully resem-
bling the Oriental reality, he counts
over the silver pieces in the presence
of the high priests. But the compunc-
tions of conscience are never wholly
repressed. The deadness of the grasp
with which he takes the hands of his
accomplices in the compact is very ex-
pressive. The shuffling agitation during
the Last Supper; the outbreak of re-
morse before the Sanhedrim ; the frenzy
into which he is goaded by their calm
indifference ; the fury with which he
offers back the money to each, and with
which he finally flings the bag behind
him and rushes out, all have the effect
of exhibiting in strong relief the return
of a better mind recovering from a
dreadful illusion. "With this is mingled
something of the ludicrousness as well
as of the horror of insanity ; and when,
at the last, he clambers up the fatal
tree, tearing off the branches as he
reaches the top, and the curtain falls1
to veil his end, it is probably as much
from this admixture of the grotesque,
as from a sense that the villain has got
his due, that the commoner part of the
audience is roused for once to an incon-
gruous expression of derision. In one
instance, at least, of a more thoughtful
German Catholic of the middle classes,
the representation of the strength of
Judas's repentance left the impression
that " we have no right to say that
Judas was lost."
No other personage is so lifted above
the incidents of the drama as to
claim a separate notice. But if none
of them rise above the general action,
none of them fall below it, with the ex-
ception of the female characters. In
former times, as in the ancient classical
drama, these characters were all sus-
tained by men ; and the failure of the
present practice well illustrates the
reasonableness, almost the necessity,
of the ancient usage. Not to speak of
the inferiority of the conception of their
parts — perhaps in themselves more
difficult — the inadequacy of any ordi-
nary female voice to fill the immense
theatre in the open air is painfully felt ;
and the fulness and distinctness of the
speeches of the men brings out forcibly
the contrast of the thin, shrill voices of
1 It is a curious Met, and confirms the re-
marks made above, that the circumstances of
Judas's death have been, and are gradually
being, softened down in the representation.
First, the devils who carried him off were
dropped ; then the swine devouring his en-
trails ; next, in 1850, his death was indicated
only by a piercing shriek as the curtain fell ;
now, in 1860, the curtain falls, and the shriek
is not heard.
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the women who have to act the parts,
happily less prominent in the drama
than might have been expected, of the
Virgin Mary, the Magdalene, and Martha.
Possibly, the peculiar accent of German
women, especially in the lower classes,
may conduce to this result on English
ears, beyond what would be the case
with their own countrymen.
(3) In accordance with this prominence
of the character of Judas, the one
event round which the whole of this
portion of the drama revolves, per-
haps out of proportion to its place in
the sacred narrative, is the Betrayal.
The first preparation for it occurs in
the first scene of the entry into the
Temple, through the intervention of
an element, the importance of which
must be ascribed to the fancy of the
framers of the drama. It would almost
seem, as if with a view of bringing
home the moral of the sacred history to
the minds of the humbler classes, for
whom the representation is chiefly de-
signed, an intentional emphasis had
been given to the incident of turning
the buyers and sellers out of the Tem-
ple. The incident itself is brought out
with much force in the loud and solemn
utterance of the words, " My house is
called a house of prayer " — the sudden
overturning of the table of the money-
changers— the live pigeons flying off
into the open air above the heads of the
spectators — the wild confusion and dis-'
persion of the traffickers themselves.
Immediately afterwards are heard their
cries of "Revenge, revenge!" and
throughout the subsequent scenes they
are made the malignant and ingenious
agents between the Sanhedrim and
Judas.
(4) A large proportion of this part
of the drama is occupied by the debates
in the Sanhedrim. In these debates, a
larger scope for the dialogue is given
than in any other part ; and from this
circumstance, as well as from the diffi-
culty of following in a foreign tongue
arguments not founded on familiar facts,
or couched in familiar language, the
length to which these debates are
carried is perhaps the only part of the
spectacle which produces an impression
of wearisomeness. But for the common
spectators this interlude, as it may be
called, of ordinary life and speech may
be a seasonable relief ; and to the stray
visitor there are two or three points ex-
hibited in these scenes too remarkable
to escape notice. He cannot fail to be
struck by the prominence (not indeed
beyond the strict warrant of Scripture)
given to the fact that the catastrophe of
the Passion was brought about by the
machinations of the priesthood ; that
Christ was the victim of the passions,
not of the people, or of the rulers, but
of the hierarchy. The strange costume,
as well as the vehement and senseless
reiterations of the arguments and watch-
words of the leaders, present (unin-
tentionally, it may be, but if so, the
more impressively), the appearance of a
hideous caricature of a great ecclesi-
astical assembly. The huge niitres
growing out into horns on the heads
of the high priests present a gro-
tesque compound of devils and bishops.
The incessant writing and bustling agi-
tation of the scribes are like satires
on high dignitaries immersed in offi-
cial business and intrigue. What may
be the parts assigned to the lesser
personages in the Sanhedrim it would
be impossible to describe without the
opportunity of more closely following
the thread of the dialogue. But Annas
and Caiaphas stand out distinct. Cai-
aphas is the younger, more impetuous,
more active conspirator. Annas, clothed
in white, and with a long white beard,
represents the ancient, venerable de-
pository of the Jewish traditions. He
" rejoices that he has lived to see this
" day, when the enemy of the customs
" of his fathers will be cut off. He
" feels himself new-born." He gives to
the traitor the assurance " that the
" name of Judas shall be famous for
" ever in the annals of his country."
The whole scene suggests, in its own
strange fashion, that of the Council in
Milton's Pandemonium. But, as by the
great poet in the fallen archangels, so in
the apostate priests, there is kept up by
the simple dramatist and performers of
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Ammergau, something of the dignity
and grandeur of a former and higher
state.
(5) The scenes which represent the
Feast in the house of Simon, and the
Journey from Bethany to Jerusalem, re-
quire few remarks. The solemn, and,
in a manner, regal appearance of the
Christ, surrounded and fenced off by the
constant circle of the Twelve^ each with
his staff in his hand, recalls what doubt-
less was one main peculiarity of the
journeys recorded in the Gospel nar-
rative. The parting from the Virgin
mother and the friends of Bethany on
the way to Jerusalem, is touching and
simple. It forms one of the few ex-
ceptions to the failure of the female
parts before noticed, and it is accom-
panied by one of the most affecting of
the choral odes, on the search of the
beloved one in the Canticles.
Where is my love departed,
The fairest of the fair ?
Mine eyes gush out with burning tears
Of love, and grief, and care.
Ah ! come again ! ah ! come again !
To this deserted breast.
Beloved one ! oh ! why tarriest thou
Upon my heart to rest ?
By every path, on every way,
Mine eyes are strained to greet thee ;
And with the earliest break of day
My heart leaps forth to meet thee !
" Beloved one ! ah ! what woe is me !
My heart how rent with pain ! " —
" 0 friend beloved — oh, comfort thee,
Thy friend will come again.
" Soon to thy side he comes once more
For whom thy soul awhile must yearn ;
No cloud shall ever shadow more
The joy of that return."
(6) The scene of the Last Supper is
the one of which the effect on the audience
is the most perceptible, and of which
every detail most firmly rivets itself in
the memory. From the first appearance
of the band of sacred guests at the table
in the upper chamber, till its dispersion
after the joint recitation of a prayer or
hymn, the whole multitude of spectators
is hushed into breathless silence, deepen-
ing into a still profounder stillness,
at the moment when the sacred words,
so solemn in the ears of any Christian
audience, introduce the institution of
the sacrament. There is probably no
point in the spectacle where a religious
mind would naturally be more shocked
than by this imitation of the holiest of
Christian ordinances. There is rone,
however, where this feeling is more
immediately relieved, both by the
mamier of the imitation, and by the
demeanour of the spectators. To a
critical eye, two or three points of spe-
cial instruction emerge from this strange
mixture of dramatic and devotional in-
terest. Although the aspect of the
actual historical event is in this, as in all
pictorial representations, marred by the
substitution of the modern attitude of
sitting for the ancient one of reclining, yet
the scene reproduces, with a force beyond
many doctrinal expositions, the social
character of the occasion out of which
the Christian sacrament arose. Nor is
there anything (or hardly anything) in
the form in which that first origin of the
sacrament is represented, which attaches
itself peculiarly to the special tenets of
the particular Church, under whose
auspices this drama has been preserved.
The attitude of the Apostles in receiving,
and of their Master in giving, the bread
and wine of the supper, far more nearly
resembles that of a Presbyterian than
of a Roman Catholic ritual. The cup is
studiously given, as well as the bread,
to all who are present. The dignity and
simplicity of the Chief Figure suffices to
rai.-,3 the whole scene to its proper
pitch of solemnity. One only slight
interruption to the complete gravity
of the transaction, is the sudden flight
of Judas from the supper, which, like
most of the details of his character,
blends, as has been already observed,
something of the grotesque even with
the most sublime and tragical parts of
the story.
(7) The wild and touching prelude of
the chorus to the scene of the capture
in the garden of Gethsemane has been
already noticed, and is, with its living
accompaniments, amongst the most ex-
pressive parts of that class of represen-
tation in the spectacle. The scene itself
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is, and, perhaps, must of necessity be,
unequal to that which it endeavours to
reproduce. The slow and painful ascent
of the rocky side of the garden, the
threefold departure, and the threefold
return, is a faithful attempt to recall
the heaviness and the sorrow of that
hour. But of the remainder of the
scene it is difficult not to feel that it
would have been better if all had been
left, as some parts are left, merely to the
imagination of the spectators, however
welcome to a rude taste may be the
literal exhibition of what is in fact in-
capable of being exhibited. Not so,
however, the sudden change of the still-
ness of the scene by the entrance of the
armed troop. This, with the gradual
closing in of the soldiers on their Victim,
and the melting away of the disciples on
the right hand and on the left, leaving
their Master alone (for the first time
from the beginning of the action) in the
centre of armed strangers, makes the
fitting, as it is the truly historical,
climax to this first act of the drama.
(4.) As the first part of the spectacle
converges to the Betrayal, so the second
part, with more unquestionable pro-
priety, converges to the Crucifixion.
The whole action of the representation
changes with the change of the position
of the Chief Character ; and, in this
respect, it may be said that its dramatic
interest is lessened. That Character,
although still the centre of the move-
ment, is now entirely passive. The
majesty is sustained, even more remark-
ably than in the first part, but it is
almost exclusively the majesty of en-
durance, and probably the fact of the
gospel narrative which the repre-
sentation here most deeply impresses
on the spectator, is that of the long,
immovable, almost unbroken silence,
which, with very few exceptions, is the
only expression, if one may use the
word, of the Sufferer, in all the various
scenes through which He is hurried,
driven, insulted, tortured. This immo-
bility of the Central Figure, added to the
circumstance that the groups which fol-
low are often directly copies either of well-
known pictures, or of the sculptured
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representations on Calvaries, gives to this
second part much more the appearance
of a succession of scenes in painting or
sculpture than of actual life. For this
reason, there are fewer points than in
the former part requiring remark. Such
as there are shall be briefly noticed.
(a) The long and constant bandy ings
of the trial to and fro from court to
court are powerfully delineated. How
much the brief narrative of the gospel
gains by some such development of its
meaning may be best understood by
reading the admirable attempt at such a
literal development in Dean Milman's
" History of Christianity." What that
distinguished poet and scholar has
achieved by the art of his pen, the
drama of Ammergau has, in its rude
way, attempted in its living actions and
figures.
(2) A new class of actors is here in-
troduced, in whose part it is more diffi-
cult than elsewhere to imagine the feasi-
bility of maintaining a proper reverence
of sentiment, namely, -the soldiers and
executioners. Nothing can be more
natural than their roughness and insen-
sibility ; but of all the scenes of the
transaction, these are the most painful
to witness. The chief possibility of
reconciling them to the devotional feel-
ings of the audience and the actors must
be found in the pictorial character of
these latter scenes, which has just been
noticed. To the critical observer they
have the merit of exhibiting in the most
graphic forms the way in which the hard
realities and brutalities of life must on
this occasion, as always, have come into
the most abrupt and direct contact with
the holiest and tenderest of objects,,
which, by a stretch of imagination, we
usually contrive to keep apart fronx
them.
(3) Of these scenes one of the most,
effective, and (from the absence of the
Christ during the chief part) the least
offensive, is that in the hall of Caiaphas,
where the soldiers and the maids of the
palace light the fire and interchange
rude jests with each other about the
recent events ; whilst Peter and John
are seen stealing in and mixing them-
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selves with, the crowd. Then comes the
gradual ahsorption of Peter into the
conversation round the fire ; the manner
in which he is entangled by his own
forward obtrusiveness ; the quick suc-
cession of questions, rejoinders, retorts,
and denials j the sudden pang as his
Master enters, and turns directly upon
him a fixed silent look before passing
on with the armed band, leaving Peter
alone on the stage. The rapid passage
across the stage of the two successive
solitary penitents — Peter and Judas —
is full of instruction even to those who
have heard the contrast drawn out in
hundreds of sermons.
(4) A character now appears, which,
as it is conceived by the Ammergau
dramatists, is, in dignity and gravity,
though in no other particular, second
only to that of the Christ. This is
Pilate. There are many of the more
subtle traits of the Governor's character,
as they appear in the Gospel narrative,
— his perplexity, his anxiety, his scep-
ticism, his superstition, — which the
spectacle has failed to reproduce. The
dialogue is less impressive than it should
be ; the question, " What is truth 1" is
cut short by the entrance of a messenger
who calls him out, as if by an external
cause to account for his discontinuance
of the conversation. But it is remark-
able to observe the true historical tact
of nature with, which these half-educated
peasants have caught the grandeur of
the Roman magistrate. Every movement
of himself, and even of his attendants,
is intended to produce the impression
of the superiority of the Eoman justice
and the Koman manners, to the savage,
quibbling, vulgar clamours of the Jewish
priests and people. His noble figure, as
he appears on the balcony of his house,-
above the mob— his gentle address—
the standard of the Roman empire be-
hind him — the formal reading of the
sentence— the solemn breaking asunder
of the staff to show that the sentence
has been delivered— are bold, though
not too bold, delineations of the better
side of the judge and of the law, under
which the catastrophe of the sacred
history was accomplished.
Herod, on the other hand, is depicted
as a mere Oriental king, furious at the
silence of his prisoner, and at his own
inability to make anything out of the
case.
(5) The chief priests still continue to
take the leading part in the transaction,
which they have sustained through its
earlier stages. One element in their
conduct is brought out with considerable
truth of nature as well as of history;
namely, the spirit and zeal with which,
as fanatical ringleaders, they conspire,
and then disperse in various directions
to rouse the Jewish populace, which is
represented as then, and by these means,
turned for the first time into the course
of furious hostility which demanded the
Crucifixion.
In this part of the story immense
stress is laid on the preference of Barab-
bas. In the choral ode which precedes
the scene of the choice between the two
prisoners, there is a striking combina-
tion of the choral and dramatic elements
of the representation. The cries of the
populace for Barabbas are heard behind
the scenes, to which the Chorus replies
with a mixture of irony and remon-
strance.
People. Let Barabbas be
from his bonds set free.
Chorus. Nay, let JESUS be
From his bonds set free.
Wildly sounds the murderers' cry !
People. Crucify Him ! crucify !
Chorus. Behold the man ! behold the man !
Oh ! say what evil hath He done ?
People. If thou settest this man free
Caesar's friend thou canst not be.
Chorus. Jerusalem ! Jerusalem ! woe, woe to
thee!
This blood, 0 Israel, God shall claim
from you !
People. His blood on us and on our children
be!
Chorus. Yea ! upon you and on your chil-
dren too.
In the actual release of Barabbas, the
contrast is heightened by the assign-
ment of the part of Barabbas to a person
who is, or is made to look, the image of
a low vulgar ruffian ; and as the two
stand side by side, the majesty and
patience of the one is set forth by the
undignified, eager impatience of the
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other, shuffling to be released at the
earliest moment.
(6) As the plot advances, the repro-
duction of the well-known paintings
on the subject becomes more apparent.
The "Ecce Homo" is an evident imi-
tation of the picture of Correggio. The
Crucifixion, without perhaps specially
resembling any one representation, is so
much more like a picture than a reality
that its painful effect is thereby much
diminished. The Descent from the
Cross is an exact copy of Rubens' fa-
mous painting.1 Whatever living action
is carried on through these last scenes
lies almost entirely in the rough by-
play, already .described, of the soldiers
and executioners. Only when the mo-
tionless silence of the Central Figure is
broken by the few words from the Cross,
is the illusion dispelled which might
make us think that we were looking on
a sculptured ivory image. The actual
appearance of the Crucifixion is produced
by mechanical contrivances, through
which the person is sustained on the
Cross with no further effort than that
(which is no doubt considerable) of the
extension of the arms. The apprehen-
sion or the knowledge of this effort
gives a sense of real anxiety to the
scene, which lasts for upwards of twenty
minutes — and also of real care, to the
mode in which the arms are gradually
released from their outstretched position,
and the body is slowly let down from
the Cross by the long drapery with
which, as in Rubens's picture, it is
swathed and suspended as it descends.
A breathless silence, succeeded by a
visible relief, pervades the vast audience
through the whole of this protracted
representation.
(7) With the entombment, the dra-
matic portion of the spectacle properly
ends. The scene which follows, and
which is intended to represent the Re-
surrection from the tomb, in the presence
of the watching soldiers, is, as might be
expected from the nature of the subject,
1 The engravings of these pictures in the
inns, even of remote parts of the Tyrol, render
the knowledge of these pictures less remark-
able than it would otherwise be.
wholly incongruous. And the brief
scenes of the disappointment of the
Chief Priests, of the arrival of Peter and
John at the tomb, and of the appearance
to the Magdalene, are unequal to the
magnitude of the interest with which
they axe charged, and are evidently felt
to be so by the audience, who, though
still retaining their respectful demeanour,
now begin very gradually to disperse.
There is still, however, the impressive
conclusion, when the chorus, laying
aside the black robes, which they had
assumed during the previous scene of the
Crucifixion, come forth, and in the pre-
sence of a final tableau, embracing a vast
mass of figures, in a representation of the
heroes and saints of both Old and New
Testament united in one, close the spec-
tacle with a hymn of triumph.
Conquering and to conquer all
Forth He comes in all His might ;
Slumbering but a few short hours
In the grave's funereal night.
Sing to Him in holy psalms !
Strew for Him victorious palms !'
Christ, the Lord of life, is risen !
Sound, 0 heavens, with anthems meet !
Earth, with songs the conqueror greet !
Hallelujah ! Christ is risen !
Praise Him who now on high doth reign !
Praise to the Lamb that ouce was slain !
Hallelujah !
Praise Him who, glorious from the grave,
Comes forth triumphantly to save !
Hallelujah!
Praise be to Him who conquers death,
Who once was judged on Gabbatha !
Praise be to Him who heals our sins,
Who died for us on Golgotha !
Let Israel's harp with gladdening sound
Joy through every spirit pour ;
He with the cftnqtieror's crown is crown'd,
Who died and lives for evermore.
0 praise Him, all ye hosts of heaven !
To Him all praise and glory be !
Praise, glory, honour, power, and might,
Through ages of eternity !
III. So ends the Ammergau spec-
tacle. Its fourteenth and last represen-
tation was on the 16th of September,
and it will not recur till 1870.
What may be the religious or devo-
tional feelings awakened by this spec-
tacle, in the various classes who are
present, it would be impossible to deter-
mine. What they were intended to be
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is well expressed in the close of the
short preface to the choral songs, which
almost every spectator held in his hand : —
" May all who come to see how the Divine
" man trod this path of sorrows, to suffer
" as a sacrifice for sinful humanity, well
"consider that it is not sufficient to
"contemplate and admire the Divine
" original ; that we ought much rather
"to make this Divine spectacle an
" occasion for converting ourselves into
" His likenesses, as once the saints of
" the Old Testament were His fitting
" foreshadowers. May the outward re-
" presentation of His sublime virtues
"rouse us to the holy resolution to
"follow Him in humility, patience,
'gentleness, and love. If that which
' we have seen in a figure, becomes to
' us life and reality, then the vow of
' our pious ancestors will have received
' its best fulfilment ; and then will that
" blessing not fail to us, with which
" God once rewarded the faith and the
" trust of our fathers."
But it may be worth while to sum
up the reflections of a more general
and intellectual character, which arise
in the mind of an educated stranger
who may have been present.
(1.) He can hardly fail to have an
increased idea of the dramatic nature
of the sacred story, which, amidst all
the imperfections of this rustic spec-
tacle, is brought out in so unmistake-
able a form. It is a saying, quoted
from Lavater, that as there is no more
dramatic work than the Bible, so the
history of the Passion is the Drama of
dramas. That this characteristic pecu-
liarity of the sacred narrative should
thus stand the test, is one of the many
proofs to those who will receive it
rightly, of the all-embracing power and
excellence of the Bible itself.
(2.) Again, if he be a sound Protes-
tant, it cannot hut be a matter of theo-
logical instruction and gratification, to
have observed how entirely Scriptural,
and even in a certain sense unconsciously
Protestant, is this representation of the
greatest of all events. The biblical
account controls the whole spectacle.
The words of the Bible are studiously
used. Only one of the numerous tableaux
— (that of Tobias and his parents) — is
drawn from the Apocrypha. Only one
slight incident, (that of the woman offer-
ing the handkerchief on the way to Gol-
gotha,) is taken from ecclesiastical tra-
dition. Even in cases where the popu-
lar sentiment of the Roman Catholic
Church would naturally come into play,
it has not penetrated here. The Virgin
appears not more prominently or more
frequently than the most rigid Protes-
tant would allow. In the scenes after
the Resurrection, the biblical account of
the appearance to the Magdalene, not
the traditional one of the appearance to
the Virgin, is carefully preserved. The
forcible representation of the predomi-
nant guilt of the Jewish hierarchy, and
of the simplicity of the Last Supper, (as
already noticed,) are directly suggestive
of the purest Protestant sentiments.
(3.) Nor are there wanting further indi-
cations how a natural representation of
the sacred history rises into a higher and
wider sphere than is contained within
the limits of any particular sect or
opinion. The exhibition of the sacri-
fice on Calvary, whether in the actual
representation, or in the didactic exposi-
tions of the chorus, is (with the possible
exception of a very few expressions)
the ancient Scriptural, orthodox view,
not deformed by any of the more modern
theories on the subject.
The philosophical as opposed to the
medieval conception of human character
in the case of Judas has been already
noticed. Of the two great virtues which
find so little favour with sectarian
polemics, the praise of truth is the spe-
cial subject of one of the choral odes ;
and the need of justice, especially justice
in high places, forms the special theme
of another.
There are those, it may be hoped, to
whom it is a pleasure and not a pain to
reflect that a representation of such a sub-
ject should not contain what is distinc-
tive of any peculiar sect of Christen-
dom ; but, as if by a kind of necessity,
should embrace and put forward what
is common to all alike.
(4.) Again, any person interested in
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477
national religious education must per-
ceive the effect of such a lifelike repre-
sentation of the words and facts of the
Bible in bringing them home to the
minds, if not the hearts, of the people.
To those who believe that the Bible,
and especially the Gospel history, has a
peculiarly elevating and purifying effect,
beyond any other religious or secular
books, it will be a satisfaction to know
that thousands of German peasants have
carried away, graven on their memories,
not a collection of medieval or mytho-
logical legends, but the chief facts and
doctrines both of the Old and New Tes-
tament, with an exactness such as would
be vainly sought in the masses of our
poorer population, or even, it may be
said, with some of our clergy. We
may fairly object to the mode of instruc-
tion, but as to its results we must rejoice
that what is given is not chaff but
wheat. Nor need the most fastidious
taste reject the additional light thrown
by this representation on the most sacred
page of the book which all Christians
are bound to study, and which every
clergyman is bound to expound to his
flock, though by totally different means
from those employed at Ammergau.
(5.) For, finally, any intelligent spec-
tator at this scene will feel it to be a
signal example of the infinite differences
which, even with regard to subjects of
the most universal interest, divide the
feelings and thoughts of nations and
Churches from each other, and of the
total absurdity and endless mischief of
transposing to one phase of mind what
belongs exclusively to another. We
Englishmen are not more reverential
than an audience of Bavarian or Tyrolese
rustics. Probably we are much less so.
But, from long engrained habit, from the
natural reserve and delicacy of a more
northern and a more civilized people,
from the association of those outward
exhibitions of sacred subjects with a
Church disfigured by superstition and in-
tolerance, we naturally regard, as impious
what these simple peasants regard as
devout and edifying. The more striking
is the superstition, the more salutary its
effect on those for whom it is intended ;
the more forcibly we may be ourselves
impressed in witnessing it, so much the
more pointedly instructive does the lesson
become, of the utter inapplicability of
such a performance to other times and
places than its own. Sacred pictures,
sacred sculpture, sacred poetry, sacred
music, sacred ritual, must all be judged
by the same varying standard. The
presence or the absence of any one of
these is reverent or irreverent, according
to the intention of those who use it,
and the disposition of those for whom
it is intended. An organ would be as
shocking a profanation of worship in
Scotland or in Russia as a crucifix in
England, or as the absence of a ^ cru-
cifix in the Tyrol or in Sweden.
Every one knows what disastrous con-
sequences have flowed from the attempt
of certain High Church clergy to force
upon the population of Wapping a ritual
which, to those who introduced it, was
doubtless symbolical of reverence and
devotion, but in those who were to
receive it, awakened only a frenzy of
ribaldry, fanaticism, and profaneness.
The case of the Ammergau mystery de-
cisively proves the futility of all such
forced and incongruous adaptations.
This, beyond all dispute, is an insti-
tution which cannot be transplanted
without provoking sentiments the exact
opposite of those which it excites in its
own locality. Even an extension or
imitation of it in the country of its birth
would go far to ruin its peculiar cha-
racter. The Archbishop of Salzburg
was probably as right in his general
prohibition of such spectacles in southern
Germany, as the King Max-Joseph in
his permission of this particular one.
Its inaccessible situation, its rude ac-
companiments, its rare decennial recur-
rence, are its best safeguards. Happily
the curiosity which the representation
of this year may have roused will have
been laid to rest long before its next
return ; and the best wish that can be
offered for its continuance is, that it may
remain alone of its kind, and that it may
never attract any large additional influx
of spectators from distant regions or
uncongenial circles.
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TOM BKOWN AT OXFORD.
BY THE AUTHOR OP "TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL-DAYS."
CHAPTEE XXVIII.
THE END OP THE FRESHMAN'S YEAR.
ON the morning after Commemoration,
Oxford was in a bustle of departure.
The play had been played, the long
vacation had begun, and visitors and
members seemed equally anxious to be
off. At the gates of the colleges groups
of men in travelling dresses waited for
the coaches, omnibuses, dog-carts, and
all manner of vehicles, which were to
carry them to the Great Western rail-
way station, at Steventon, or elsewhere
to all points of the compass. Porters
passed in and out with portmanteaus,
gun-cases, and baggage of all kinds,
which they piled outside the gates, or
carried off to the Mitre or the Angel,
under the vigorous and not too cour-
teous orders of the owners. College
servants flitted round the groups to take
last instructions, and, if so might be, to
extract the balances of extortionate bills
out of their departing masters. Dog-
fanciers were there also, holding terriers ;
and scouts from the cricketing grounds,
with bats and pads under their arms ;
and hostlers, and men from the boats,
all on the same errand of getting the
last shilling out of their patrons — a
fawning, obsequious crowd for the most
part, with here and there a sturdy Briton
who felt that he was only come after his
due.
Through such a group, at the gate of
St. Ambrose, Tom and Hardy passed
soon after breakfast time, in cap and
gown, which costume excited no small
astonishment.
" Hullo, Brown, old fellow ! ain't you
off this morning ? "
" No, I shall be up for a day or two
yet."
" Wish you joy. I wouldn't be stay-
ing up over to-day for something."
" But you'll be at Henley to-morrow?"
said Diogenes, confidently, who stood at
the gate in boating coat and flannels, a
big stick and knapsack, waiting for a
companion, with whom he was going to
walk to Henley.
"And at Lord's on Friday," said
another. " It will be a famous match ;
come and dine somewhere afterwards,
and go to the Haymarket with us."
" You know the Leander are to be at
Henley," put in Diogenes, "and Cam-
bridge is very strong. There will be a
splendid race for the cup, but Jervis
thinks we are all right."
" Bother your eternal races ; haven't
we had enough of them?" said the
Londoner. " You had much better
come up to the little village at once,
Brown, and stay there while the coin
lasts."
" If I get away at all, it will be to
Henley," said Tom.
" Of course, I knew that," said Dio-
genes, triumphantly ; " our boat ought
to be on for the ladies' plate. If only
Jervis were not in the University crew !
'I thought you were to pull at Henley,
Hardy?"
" I was asked to pull, but I couldn't
manage the time with the schools
coming on, and when the examinations
were over it was too late. The crew
were picked and half trained, and none
of them have broken down."
" What ! every one of them stood
putting through the sieve ? They must
be a rare crew, then," said another.
" You're right," said Diogenes. " Oh !
here you are at last," he added, as another
man in flannels and knapsack came out
of college. " Well, good bye all, and
a pleasant vacation ; we must be off, if
we are to be in time to see our crew
pull over the course to-night ; " and the
two marched off towards Magdalen
bridge.
Tom Brown at Oxford.
479
" By Jove ! " remarked a fast youth,
in most elaborate toilette, looking after
them, " fancy two fellows grinding off to
Henley, five miles an hour, in this sun,
when they might drop up to the metro-
polis by train in half the time ? Isn't
it marvellous ? "
" I should like to be going with
them," said Tom.
"Well, there's no accounting for
tastes. Here's our coach."
" Good bye, then ; " and Tom shook
hands, and, leaving the coach to get
packed with portmanteaus, terriers, and
undergraduates, he and Hardy walked
off towards the High Street.
" So you're not going to-day?" Hardy
said.
" No ; two or three of my old school-
fellows are coming up to stand for scholar-
ships, and I must be here to receive them.
But it's very unlucky ; I should have
liked so to have been at Henley."
" Look, their carriage is already at
the door," said Hardy, pointing up
High Street, into which they now
turned. There were a dozen post-
chaises and carriages loading in front
of different houses in the street, and
amongst them Mr. Winter's old-fashioned
travelling barouche.
" So it is," said Tom ; " that's some of
uncle's fidgettiness ; but he will be
sure to dawdle at the last. Come along
in."
" Don't you think I had better stay
down stairs ? It may seem intrusive."
"No, come along. Why, they asked
you to come and see the last of them
last night, didn't they V
Hardy did not require any further
urging to induce him to follow his incli-
nation; so the two "went up together.
The breakfast things were still on the
table, at which sat Miss Winter, in her
bonnet, employed in examining the bill,
with the assistance of Mary, who leant
over her shoulder. She looked up as
they entered.
" Oh ! I'm so glad you are come.
Poor Katie is so bothered, and I can't
help her. Do look at the bill ; is it all
right?"
"Shall I, Katie?"
" Yes, please do. I don't see any-
thing to object to, except, perhaps, the
things I have marked. Do you think
we ought to be charged half-a-crown a
day for the kitchen fire ?"
" Fire in June ! and you have never
dined at home once 1"
"No, but we have had tea several
times."
" It is a regular swindle," said Tom,
taking the bill and glancing at it. " Here,
Hardy, come and help me cut down this
precious total."
They sat down to the bill, the ladies
willingly giving place. Mary tripped
off to the glass to tie her bonnet.
"Now that is all right!" she said,
merrily ; " why can't one go on without
bills or horrid money?"
"Ah! why can't one?" said Tom,
"that would suit most of our com-
plaints. But where's uncle ; has he
seen the bill ?"
" No • papa is in his room ; he must
not be worried, or the journey will be
too much for him."
Here the ladies' -maid arrived, with a
message that her father wished to see
Miss Winter.
" Leave your money, Katie," said her
cousin ; " this is . gentlemen's business,
and Tom and Mr. Hardy will settle it
all for us, I am sure."
Tom professed his entire willingness
to accept the charge, delighted at find-
ing himself re-instated in his office of
protector at Mary's suggestion. Had
the landlord been one of his own trades-
men, or the bill his own bill, he might
not have been so well pleased, but, as
neither of these was the case, and he
had Hardy to back him, he went into
the matter with much vigour and discre-
tion, and had the landlord up, made the
proper deductions, and got the bill
settled and receipted in a few minutes.
Then he and Hardy addressed them-
selves to getting the carriage comfort-
ably packed, and vied with one another
in settling and stowing away in the most
convenient places the many little odds
and ends which- naturally accompany
young ladies and invalids on their
travels ; in the course of which employ-
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ment lie managed to snatch a few words
here and there with Mary, and satisfied
himself that she bore him no ill-will for
the events of the previous day.
At last all was ready for the start, and
Tom reported the fact in the sitting-
room. "Then I will go and fetch
papa," said Miss "Winter.
Tom's eyes met Mary's at the moment.
He gave a slight shrug with his shoulders,
and said, as the door closed after his
cousin, " Really I have no patience with
Uncle Robert ; he leaves poor Katie to
do everything."
" Yes ; and how beautifully she does
it all, without a word or, I believe, a
thought of complaint ! I could never be
so patient."
" I think it is a pity. If Uncle
Robert were obliged to exert himself
it would be much better for him.
Katie is only spoiling him and wearing
herself out."
" Yes, it is very easy for you and me
to think and say so. But he is her
father ; and then he is really an invalid.
So she goes on devoting herself to him
more and more, and feels she can never
do too much for him."
" But if she believed it would be
better for him to exert himself 1 I 'm
sure it is the truth. Couldn't you try
to persuade her 1 "
" No, indeed ; it would only worry
her, and be so cruel. But then I am
not used to give advice," she added, after
a moment's pause, looking demurely at
her gloves ; " it might do good, perhaps,
now, if you were to speak to her."
" You think me so well qualified, I
suppose, after the specimen you had
yesterday. Thank you; I have had
enough of lecturing for the present."
"I am very much obliged to you,
really, for what you said to me," said
Mary, still looking at her gloves.
The subject was a very distasteful one
to Tom. He looked at her for a moment,
to see whether she was laughing at him,
and then broke it off abruptly —
" I hope you have enjoyed your
visit ? "
" Oh, yes, so very much. I shall
think of it all the summer."
" Where shall you be all the sum-
mer 1 " asked Tom.
" Not so very far from you. Papa
has taken a house only eight miles from
Englebourn, and; Katie says you live
within a day's drive of them."
" And shall you be there all the
vacation ? "
" Yes, and we hope to get Katie over
often. Could not you come and meet
her ; it would be so pleasant."
" But do you think I might 1 I don't
know your father or mother."
" Oh, yes, papa and mamma are very
kind, and will ask anybody I like.
Besides, you are a cousin, you know."
" Only up at Oxford, I am afraid."
" Well, now you will see. We are
going to have a great archery party
next month, and you shall have an in-
vitation."
" Will you write it for me yourself ?"
" Very likely ; but why ?" '
" Don't you think I shall value a note
in your hand more than — "
" Nonsense ; now, remember your
lecture — Oh, here are Uncle Robert and
Katie."
Mr. Winter was very gracious, and
thanked Tom for all his attentions. He
had been very pleased, he said, to make
his nephew's acquaintance again so
pleasantly, and hoped he would come
and pass a day or two at Englebourn in
the vacation. In his sad state of health
he could not do much to entertain a
young man, but he could procure him
some good fishing and shooting in the
neighbourhood. Tom assured his uncle
that nothing would please him so much
as a visit to Englebourn. Perhaps the
remembrance of the distance between
that parish and the place where Mary
was to spend the summer may have
added a little to his enthusiasm.
" I should have liked also to have
thanked your friend for his hospitality,"
Mr. Winter went on. " I understood
my daughter to say he was here."
"Yes, he was here just now," said
Tom ; " he must be below, I think."
" What, that good Mr. Hardy?" said
Mary, who was looking out of the win-
dow ; " there he is in the street. He
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has just helped Hopkins into the rum-
ble, and handed her things to her as if
she were a duchess. She has been so
cross all the morning, and now she looks
quite gracious."
" Then I think, papa, we had better
start."
"Let me give you an arm down
stairs, uncle," said Tom; and so he
helped his uncle down to the carriage,
the two young ladies following behind,
and the landlord standing with obse-
quious bows at his shop door as if he
had never made an o'vercharge in his life.
While Mr. Winter was making his
acknowledgments to Hardy and being
helped by him into the most comfort-
able seat in the carriage, Tom was
making tender adieus to the two
young ladies behind, and even suc-
ceeded in keeping a rose-bud which
Mary was carrying when they took their
seats. She parted from it half-laugh-
ingly, and the post-boy cracked his
whip and the barouche went lumbering
along High-street. Hardy and Tom
watched it until it turned down St.
Aldates towards Folly bridge, the latter
waving his hand as it disappeared, and
then they turned and strolled slowly
away side by side in silence. The sight
of all the other departures increased the
uncomfortable, unsatisfied feeling which
that of his own relatives had already
produced in Tom's mind.
" Well, it isn't lively stopping up
here when everybody is going, is it1?
What is one to do?"
" Oughtn't you to be looking after
your friends who are coming up to try
for the scholarships ?"
" No, they won't be up till the after-
noon by coach."
" Shall we go down the river, then ?"
" No, it would be miserable. Hullo,
look here, what's up 1"
The cause of Tom's astonishment was
the appearance of the usual procession
of University beadles carrying silver-
headed maces and escorting the Vice-
Chancellor towards St. Mar/s.
"Why, the bells are going for ser-
vice ; there must be a University ser-
mon."
" Where's the congregation to come
from 1 Why, half Oxford is off by this
time, and those that are left won't want
to be hearing sermons."
" Well, I don't know. A good many
men seem to be going. I wonder who
is to preach."
" I vote we go. It will help to pass
the time."
Hardy agreed, and they followed the
procession and went up into the gallery
of St. Mary's. There was a very fair
congregation in the body of the church,
as the college staffs had not yet broken
up, and even in the gallery the under-
graduates mustered in some force. The
restless feeling which had brought our
hero there seemed to have had a like
effect on most of the men who were for
one reason or another unable to start on
that day.
Tom looked steadily into his cap
during the bidding prayer, and sat down
composedly afterwards ; expecting not
to be much interested or benefited, but
comforted with the assurance that at
any rate it would be almost luncheon
time before he would be again thrown
on his own resources. But he was mis-
taken in his expectations, and, before
the preacher had been speaking for three
minutes, was all attention. The sermon
was upon the freedom of the Gospel,
the power by which it bursts all bonds
and lets the oppressed go free. Its bur-
then was, "Ye shall know the truth, and
the truth shall make you free." The
preacher dwelt on many sides of these
words ; the freedom of nations, of socie-
ties, of universities, of the conscience of
each individual man, were each glanced
at in turn; and then, reminding his
hearers of the end of the academical
year, he went on —
" We have heard it said in the troubles
" and toils and temptations of the world,1
1 This quotation is from the sermon
preached by Dr. Stanley before the University
on Act Sunday, 1859 (published by J. H.
Parker, of Oxford). I hope that the dis-
tinguished professor whose words they are
will pardon the liberty I have taken in quoting
them. No words of my own could have given
so vividly what I wanted to say.
Tom Brown at Oxford.
• ' Oh that I could begin life over again !
: oil that I, could fall asleep, and wake up
1 twelve, six, three months hence, and
; find my difficulties solved ! ' That
; which we may vainly wish elsewhere by
a happy Providence is furnished to us
: by the natural divisions of meeting and
parting in this place. To every one of
us, old and young, the long vacation on
which we are now entering, gives us a
: breathing space, and time to break the
bonds which place and circumstance
have woven round us during the year
that is past. From all our petty cares,
and confusions, and intrigues ; from the
; dust and clatter of this huge machinery
; amidst which we labour and toil ; from
: whatever cynical contempt of what is
generous and devout ; from whatever
fanciful disregard of what is just and
: wise ; from whatever gall of bitterness
is secreted in our best motives ; from
whatever bonds of unequal dealing in
which we have entangled ourselves or
others, we are now for a time set free.
We stand on the edge of a river which
shall for a time at least sweep them
away ; that ancient river, the river
Kishon, the river of fresh thoughts,
and fresh scenes and fresh feelings, and
fresh hopes : one surely amongst the
blessed means whereby God's free and
loving grace works out our deliverance,
our redemption from evil, and renews
the strength of each succeeding year,
so that ' we may mount up again as
«agles, may run and not be weary, may
walk and not faint.'
" And, if turning to the younger part of
my hearers, I may still more directly
apply this general lesson to them. Is
there no one who, in some shape or
other, does not feel the bondage of
; which I have been speaking ?, He has
something on his conscience ; he has
something on his mind ; extravagance,
sin, debt, falsehood. Every morning in
the first few minutes after waking, it is
the first thought that occurs to him : he
.drives it away in the day ; he drives it
off by recklessness, which only binds it
more and more closely round him. Is
there any one who has ever felt, who is
at this moment feeling, this grievous
burthen 1 What is the deliverance ?
How shall he set himself free1? In what
special way does the redemption of
Christ, the free grace of God, present
itself to him ? There is at least one
way, clear and simple. He knows it
better than any one can tell him. It
is those same words which I used with
another purpose. ' The truth shall
make him free.' It is to tell the truth
to his friend, to his parent, to any one,
whosoever it be, from whom he is con-
cealing that which he ought to make
known. One word of open, frank dis-
closure— one resolution to act sincerely
and honestly by himself and others —
; one ray of truth let into that dark corner
will indeed set the whole man free.
" Liberavi animam meam. ' I have
delivered my soul' What a faithful
expression is this of the relief, the
deliverance effected by one strong effort
of will in one moment of time. ' I will
arise and go to my father, and will say
unto him, Father, I have sinned against
Heaven and before thee, and am no
more worthy to be called thy son.' So
: we heard the prodigal's confession this
morning. So may the thought well
spring up in the minds of any who in
the course of this last year have
wandered into sin, have found them-
selves beset with evil habits of wicked
idleness, of wretched self-indulgence.
Xow that you are indeed in the literal
sense of the word about to rise and go
to your father, now that you will be
able to shake off the bondage of bad
companionship, now that the whole
length of this long absence will roll be-
tween you and the past — take a long
breath, break off the yoke of your sin, of
your fault, of your wrong doing, of your
folly, of your perverseness, of your
pride, of your vanity, of your weak-
ness; break it off by truth, break it
off by one s^out effort, in one stedfast
prayer ; break it off by innocent and
free enjoyment ; break it off by honest
work. Put your ' hand to the nail and
your right hand to the workman's
hammer : ' strike through the enemy
which has ensnared you, pierce and
strike him through and through.
Tom Brown at Oxford.
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" However powerful he seems ' at your
' feet he will bow, he will fall, he will
' lie down ; at your feet he will bow and
' fall, and where he bows, there will
' he rise up no more. So let all thine
' enemies perish, 0 Lord ; but let them
' that love Thee be as the sun when he
' goeth forth in his might.' "
The two friends separated themselves
from the crowd in the porch and walked
away, side by side, towards their college.
"Well, that wasn't a bad move of
ours. It is worth something to hear a
man preach that sort of doctrine," said
Hardy.
" How does he get to know it all ?"
said Tom, meditatively.
" All what ? I don't see your puzzle."
" Why, all sorts of things that are in
a fellow's mind — what he thinks about
the first thing in the morning, for in-
stance."
" Pretty much like the rest of us, I
take it : by looking at home. You
don't suppose that University preachers
are unlike you and me."
"Well, I don't know. Now do you
think he ever had anything on his
mind that was always coming up and
plaguing him, and which he never told
to anybody ?"
*' Yes, I should think so ; most of us
must have had."
"Have you?"
" Ay, often and often."
" And you think his remedy the right
one?"
" The only one. Make a clean breast
of it and the sting is gone. There's
plenty more to be done afterwards, of
course ; but there's no question about
step No. 1."
" Did you ever owe a hundred pounds
that you couldn't pay?" said Tom, with
a sudden effort; and his secret had
hardly passed his lips before he felt a
relief which surprised himself.
" My dear fellow," said Hardy, stop-
ping in the street, " you don't mean to
say you are speaking of yourself?"
" I do though," said Tom, " and it
has been on my mind ever since the
beginning of Easter term, and has spoilt
my temper and everything — that and
something else that you know of. You
must have seen me getting more and
more ill-tempered, I'm sure. And I
have thought of it the first thing in
the morning and the last thing at night ;
and tried to drive the thought away
just as he said one did in his sermon.
By Jove, I thought he knew all about
it, for he looked right at me just when
he came to that place."
" But, Brown, how do you mean you
owe a hundred pounds ? You haven't
read much certainly ; but you haven't
hunted, or gambled, or tailored much,
or gone into any other extravagant folly.
You must be dreaming."
"Am I though? Come up to my
rooms and I'll tell you all about it : I
feel better already now I've let it out.
I'll send over for your commons, and
we'll have some lunch."
Hardy followed his friend in much
trouble of mind, considering in himself
whether with the remainder of his
savings he could not make up the sum
which Tom had named. Fortunately
for both of them a short calculation
showed him that he could not, and he
gave up the idea of delivering his friend
in this summary manner with a sigh.
He remained closeted with Tom for an
hour, and then came out, looking serious
still but not uncomfortable, and went
down to the river. He sculled down
to Sandford, bathed in the lasher, and
returned in time for chapel. He stayed
outside afterwards, and Tom came up to
him and seized his arm.
" I've done it, old fellow," he said ;
"look here;" and produced a letter.
Hardy glanced at the direction, and saw
that it was to his father.
" Come along and post it," said Tom,
" and then I shall feel all right."
They walked off quickly to the post-
office and dropped the letter into the box.
" There," he said, as it disappeared,
" liberavi animam meant. I owe the
preacher a good turn for that ; I've a
good mind to write and thank him.
Fancy the poor old governor's face to-
morrow at breakfast !"
"Well, you seem to take it easy
enough now," said Hardy.
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" I can't help it. I tell you I haven't
felt so jolly this two months. What
a fool I was not to have done it before.
After all, now I come to think of it,
I can pay it myself, at least as soon as
I am of age, for I know I've some
money, a legacy or something, coming
to me then. But that isn't what I care
about now."
" I'm very glad though that you have
the money of your own."
"Yes, but the having told it all is
the comfort. Come along, and let's see
whether those boys are come. The Old
Pig ought to be in by this time, and
I want them to dine in Hall. It's only
ten months since I came up on it to
matriculate, and it seems twenty years.
But I'm going to be a boy again for
to-night ; you'll see if I'm not."
CHAPTEE XXIX.
THE LONG VACATION LETTER-BAG.
"JuneU, 184—.
" MY DEAR TOM, — " YOUR letter came
to hand this morning, and it has of
course given your mother and me much
pain. It is not the money that we
care about, but that our son should
have deliberately undertaken, or pre-
tended to undertake, what he must
have known at the time he could not
perform himself.
" I have written to my bankers to
pay 100?. at once to your account at the
Oxford Bank. I have also requested
my solicitor to go over to Oxford, and
he will probably call on you the day
after you receive this. You say that
this person who holds your note of hand
is now in Oxford. You will see him in
the presence of my solicitor, to whom
you will hand the note when you have
recovered it. I shall consider afterwards
what further steps will have to be taken
in the matter.
" You will not be of age for a year.
It will be time enough then to deter-
mine whether you will repay the balance
of this money out of the legacy to which
you will be entitled under your grand-
father's will. In the meantime I shall
deduct at the rate of 501. a year from
your allowance, and I shall hold you
bound in honour to reduce your expen-
diture by this amount. You are no
longer a boy, and one of the first duties
which a man owes to his friends and to
society is to live within his income.
" I make this advance to you on two
conditions. First, that you will never
again put your hand to a note or bill in
a transaction of this kind. If you have
money, lend it or spend it. You may
lend or spend foolishly, but that is not
the point here ; at any rate you are
dealing with what is your own. But in
transactions of this kind you are dealing
with what is not your own. A gentle-
man should shrink from the possibility
of having to come on others, even on
his own father, for the fulfilment of his
obligations as he would from a lie. I
would sooner see a son of mine in his
grave than crawling on through life a
slave to wants and habits which he
must gratify at other people's expense.
"My second condition is, that you
put an end to your acquaintance with
these two gentlemen who have led you
into this scrape, and have divided the
proceeds of your joint note between
them. They are both your seniors in
standing, you say, and they appear to be
familiar with this plan of raising money
at the expense of other people. The
plain English word for such doings is,
swindling. What pains me most is that
you should have become intimate with
young men of this kind. I am not sure
that it will not be my duty to lay the
whole matter before the authorities of
the College. You do not mention their
names, and I respect the feeling which
has led you not to mention them. I
shall know them quite soon enough
through my solicitor, who will forward
me a copy of the note of hand and sig-
natures in due course.
"Your letter makes general allusion
to other matters ; and I gather from it
that you are dissatisfied with the manner
in which you have spent your first year
at Oxford.. I do not ask for specific
confessions, which you seem inclined to
offer me ; in fact I would sooner not
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485
have them, unless there is any other
matter in which you want assistance or
advice from me. I know from expe-
rience that Oxford is a place full of
temptation of all kinds, offered to young
men at the most critical time of their
lives. Knowing this, I have delibe-
rately accepted the responsibility of
sending you there, and I do not repent
it. I am glad that you are dissatisfied
with your first year. If you had not
been I should have felt much more
anxious about your second. Let by-
gones be by-gones between you and me.
You know where to go for strength, and
to make confessions which no human
ear should hear, for no human judgment
can weigh the cause. The secret places
of a man's heart are for himself and
God. Your mother sends her love.
" I am, ever your affectionate father,
"JOHN BROWN."
"June 26th, 184—
" MY DEAR BOY, — I am not sorry that
you have taken my last letter as you
have clone. It is quite right to be sen-
sitive on these points, and it will have
done you no harm to have fancied for
forty-eight hours that you had in my
judgment lost caste as a gentleman. But
now I am very glad to be able to ease
your mind on this point. You have
done a very foolish thing ; but it is only
the habit, and the getting others to bind
themselves, and not the doing it oneself
for others, which is disgraceful. You
are going to pay honourably for your
folly, and will owe me neither thanks nor
money in the transaction. I have chosen
my own terms for repayment, which you
have accepted, and so the financial ques-
tion is disposed of.
" I have considered what you say as
to your companions — friends I will not
call them — and will promise you not to
take any further steps, or to mention
the subject to any one. But I must
insist on my second condition, that you
avoid all further intimacy with them.
I do not mean that you are to cut them,
or to do anything that will attract atten-
tion. But, no more intimacy.
"And now, my dear boy, as to the
rest of your letter. Mine must indeed
have failed to express my meaning.
God forbid that there should not be the
most perfect confidence between us.
There is nothing which I desire or value
more. I only question whether special
confessions will conduce to it. My ex-
perience is against them. I almost
doubt whether they can be perfectly
honest between man and man ; and,
taking into account the difference of our
ages, it seems to me much more likely
that we should misunderstand one ano-
ther. But having said this, I leave it to
you to follow your own conscience in the
matter. If there is any burthen which
I can help you to bear, it will be my
greatest pleasure, as it is my duty to do
it. So now say what you please, or say
no more. If you speak, it will be to one
who has felt and remembers a young
man's trials.
" We hope you will be able to come
home to-morrow, or the next day, at
latest. Your mother is longing to see
you, and I should be glad to have you
here for a day or two before the assizes,
which are held next week. I should
rather like you to accompany me to
them, as it will give me the opportunity
of introducing you to my brother magis-
trates from other parts of the county,
whom you are not likely to meet else-
where, and it is a good thing for a young
man to know his own county well.
" The cricket club is very flourishing
you will be glad to hear, and they have
put off their best matches, especially
those with the South Hants and Lands-
down, till your return; so you are in
great request, you see. I am told that
the fishing is very good this year, and
am promised several days for you in the
club water.
" September is a long way off, but
there is nothing like being beforehand.
I have put your name down for a licence ;
and it is time you should have a good
gun of your own ; so I have ordered one
for you from a man who has lately settled
in the county. He was Purdy's foreman,
with whom I used to build, and, I can
see, understands his business thoroughly.
His locks are as good as any I have ever
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seen. I have told him to make the
stock rather longer, and not quite so
straight as that of my old double with
which you shot last year. I think I
remember you criticised my weapon on
these points ; but there will be time for
you to alter the details after you get
home, if you disapprove of my orders.
It will be more satisfactory if it is built
under your own eye. If you continue
in the mind for a month's reading with
your friend Mr. Hardy, we will arrange
it towards the end of the vacation, but
would he not come here 1 From what
you say we should very much like to
know him. Pray ask him from me
whether he will pass the last month of
the vacation here coaching you. I should
like you to be his firs't regular pupil.
Of course this will be my affair. And
now God bless you, and come home as
soon as you can. Your mother sends
her best love.
" Ever your most affectionate,
"JOHN BROWN."
"ENGLEBOURN RECTORY,
"JuneZSth, 184—.
" DEAREST MARY, — How good of you
to write to me so soon ! Your letter has
come like a gleam of sunshine. I am
in the midst of worries already. In-
deed, as you know, I could never quite
throw off the fear of what might be
happening here, while we were enjoy-
ing ourselves at Oxford, and it has
all turned out even worse than I ex-
pected. I shall never be able to go
away again in comfort, I think. And
yet, if I had been here, I don't know
that I could have done any good It is
so very sad that poor papa is unahle to
attend to his magistrate's business, and
he has been worse than usual, quite laid
up in fact, since our return. There is
no other magistrate — not even a gentle-
man in the place, as you know, except
the curate, and they will not listen to
him, even if he would interfere in their
quarrels. But he says he will not
meddle with secular matters ; and, poor
man, I cannot blame him, for it is very
sad and wearing to be mixed up in
it all.
" But now I must tell you all my
troubles. You remember the men
whom we saw mowing together just be-
fore we went to Oxford. Betty Win-
burn's son was one of them, and I
am afraid the rest are not at all good
company for him. "When they had
finished papa's hay, they went to mow
for farmer Tester. You must remember
him, dear, I am sure ; the tall gaunt
man, with heavy thick lips, and a broken
nose, and the top of his head quite flat,
as if it had been cut off a little above
his eyebrows. He is a very miserly
man, and a hard master ; at least all the
poor people tell me so, and he looks
cruel. I have always been afraid of
him, and disliked him, for I remember
as a child hearing papa complain how
troublesome he was in the vestry ; and
except old Simon, who, I believe, only
does it from perverseness, I have never
heard anybody speak well of him.
" The first day that the men went to
mow for farmer Tester, he gave them sour
beer to drink. You see, dear, they bar-
gain to mow for so much money and
their beer. They were very discontented
at this, and they lost a good deal of
time going to complain to him about
it, and they had high words.
" The men said that the beer wasn't fit
for pigs, and the farmer said it was quite
good enough 'for such as they/ and if
they didn't like his beer they might buy
their own. In the evening, too, he
came down and complained that the
mowing was bad, and then there were
more high words, for the men are very
jealous about their work. However,
they went to work as usual the next
morning, and all might have gone off,
but in the day farmer Tester found two
pigs in his turnip field which adjoins
the common, and had them put in the
pound. One of these pigs belonged to
Betty Winburn's son, and the other to
one of the men who was mowing with
him ; so, when they came home at night,
they found what had happened.
"The constable is our pound-keeper,
the little man who amused you so much :
he plays the bass-viol in church. When
he puts any beasts into the pound he
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cuts a stick in two, and gives one piece
to the person who brings the beasts,
and keeps the other himself; and the
owner of the beasts has to bring the
other end of the stick to him before he
can let them out. Therefore, the owner,
you see, must go to the person who has
pounded his beasts, and make a bargain
with him for payment of the damage
which has been done, and so get back
the other end of the stick, which they
call the tally, to produce to the pound-
keeper.
" Well, the men went off to the con-
stable's when they heard their pigs were
pounded, to find who had the tally,
and, when they found it was farmer
Tester, they went in a body to his
house, to remonstrate with him, and
learn what he set the damages at. The
farmer used dreadful language to them, I
hear, and said they weren't fit to have
pigs, and must pay half-a-crown for each
pig, before they should have the tally ;
and the men irritated him by telling
him that his fences were a shame to
the parish, because he was too stingy to
have them mended, and that the pigs
couldn't have found half-a-crown's worth
of turnips in the whole field, for he
never put any manure on it, except
what he could get off the road, which
ought to belong to the poor. At last
the farmer drove them away, saying that
he should stop the money out of the
price he was to pay for their mowing.
"Then there was very near being a
riot in the parish; for some of the men
are very reckless people, and they went
in the evening, and blew horns, and
beat kettles before his house, till the
constable, who has behaved very well,
persuaded them to go away.
" In the morning one of the pigs had
been taken out of the pound; not
Betty's son's, I am glad to say, for no
doubt it was very wrong of the men to
take it out. The farmer was furious,
and went with the constable in the
morning to find the pig, but they could
hear nothing of it anywhere. James
Pope, the man to whom it belonged, only
laughed at them, and said that he never
could keep his pig in himself, because it
was grandson to one of the acting pigs
that went about to the fairs, and. all the
pigs of that family took to climbing
naturally ; so his pig must have climbed
out of the pound. This of course was
all a story: the men had lifted the pig
out of the pound, and then killed it, so
that the farmer might not find it, and
sold the meat cheap all over the parish.
Betty went to the farmer that morning,
and paid the half-crown, and got her
son's pig out before he came home ; but
farmer Tester stopped the other half-
crown out of the men's wages, which
made matters worse than ever.
" The day that we were in the theatre
at Oxford, farmer Tester was away at one
of the markets. He turns his big cattle
out to graze on the common, which the
poor people say he has no right to do,
and in the afternoon a pony of his got
into the allotments, and Betty's son
caught it, and took it to the constable,
and had it put in the pound. The con-
stable tried to persuade him not to do
it, but it was of no use ; and so, when
farmer Tester came home, he found that
his turn had come. I am afraid that he
was not sober, for I hear that he behaved
dreadfully both to the constable and to
Betty's son, and, when he found that he
could not frighten them, he declared he
would have the law of them if it cost
him twenty pounds. So in the morning
he went to fetch his lawyer, and when
we got home you can fancy what a scene
it was.
" You remember how poorly papa was
when you left us at Lambourn. By the
time we got home he was quite knocked
up, and so nervous that he was fit for
nothing except to have a quiet cup of
tea in his own room. I was sure, as we
drove up the street, there was something
the matter. The hostler was watching
outside the Red Lion, and ran in as soon
as we came in sight ; and, as we passed
the door, out came farmer Tester, looking
very flushed in the face, and carrying his
great iron-handled whip, and a person
with him, who I found was his lawyer,
and they marched after the carriage.
Then the constable was standing at his
door too, and he came after us, and there
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was a group of men outside the rectory
gate. We had not been in the house
five minutes before the servant came in
to say that farmer Tester and a gentle-
man wanted to see papa on particular
business. Papa sent out word he was
very unwell, and that it was not the
proper time to come on business ; he
would see them the next day at twelve
o'clock. But they would not go away,
and then papa asked me to go out and
see them. You can fancy how disagree-
able it was ; and I was so angry with
them for coming, when they knew how
nervous papa is after a journey, as well
as that I could not have patience to
persuade them to leave ; and so at last
they made poor papa see them after all.
He was lying on a sofa, and quite unfit
to cope with a hard bad man like farmer
Tester, and a fluent plausible lawyer.
They told their story all their own way,
and the farmer declared that the man
had tempted the pony into the allot-
ments with corn. And the lawyer said
that the constable had no right to keep
the pony in the pound, and that he was
liable to all sorts of punishments. They
wanted papa to make an order at once
for the pound to be opened, and I think
he would have done so, but I asked him
in a whisper to send for the constable,
and hear what he had to say. The con-
stable was waiting in the kitchen, so he
came in in a minute. You can't think
how well he behaved ; I have quite for-
given him all his obstinacy about the
singing. He told the whole story about the
pigs, and how farmer Tester had stopped
money out of the men's wages. And
when the lawyer tried to frighten him,
he answered him quite boldly, that he
mightn't know so much about the law,
but he knew what was always the cus-
tom long before his time at Englebourn
about the pound, and if farmer Tester
wanted his beast out, he must bring the
tally like another man. Then the lawyer
appealed to papa about the law, and said
how absurd it was, and that if such a
custom were to be upheld, the man who
had the tally might charge <£! 00 for the
damage. And poor papa looked through
his law books, and could find nothing
about it all ; and while he was doing it
farmer Tester began to abuse the con-
stable, and said he sided with all the
good-for-nothing fellows in the parish,
and that bad blood would come of it.
But the constable quite fired up at that,
and told him that it was such as he who
made bad blood in the parish, and that
poor folks had their rights as well as
their betters, and should have them
while he was constable. If he got
papa's order to open the pound, he sup-
posed he must do it, and 'twas not for
him to say what was law, but Harry
Winburn had had to get the tally for
his pig from farmer Tester, and what
was fair for one was fair for alL
" I was afraid papa would have made
the order, but the lawyer said something
at last which made him take the other
side. So he settled that the farmer should
pay five shillings for the tally, which
was what he had taken from Betty, and
had stopped out of the wages, and that
was the only order he would make, and
the lawyer might do what he pleased
about it. The constable seemed satisfied
with this, and undertook to take the
money down to Harry Winburn, for
farmer Tester declared he would sooner
let the pony starve than go himself.
And so papa got rid of them after
an hour and more of this talk. The
lawyer and farmer Tester went away
grumbling and very angry to the Red
Lion. I was very anxious to hear how
the matter ended; so I sent after the
constable to ask him to come back and
see me when he had settled it all, and
about nine o'clock he came. He had
had a very hard job to get Harry Win-
burn to take the money, and give up the
tally. The men said that, if farmer
Tester could make them pay half a
crown for a pig in his turnips, which
were no bigger than radishes, he ought
to pay ten shillings at least for his pony
trampling down their corn, which was
half grown ; and I couldn't help think-
ing this seemed very reasonable. In the
end, however, the constable had per-
suaded them to take the money, and so
the pony was let out.
" I told him how pleased I was at the
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way he had behaved, but the little man
didn't seem quite satisfied himself. He
should have liked to have given the
lawyer a piece more of his mind, he
said, only he was no scholar ; ' but I've
a got all the feelins of a man, miss,
though I med'nt have the ways o'
bringin' on 'em out.' You see I am
quite coming round to your opinion
about him. But when I said that I
hoped all the trouble was over, he
shook his head, and he seems to think
that the men will not forget it, and that
some of the wild ones will be trying to
pay farmer Tester out in the winter
nights, and I could see he was very
anxious about Harry "Winburn ; so I
promised him to go and see Betty.
" I went down to her cottage yester-
day, and found her very low, poor old
soul, about her'son. She has had a bad
attack again, and I am afraid her heart
is not right. She will not live long if
she has much to make her anxious, and
how is that to be avoided ? For her
son's courting is all going wrong, she can
see, though he will not tell her anything
about it ; but he gets more moody
and restless, she says, and don't take a
pride in anything, not even in his
flowers or his allotment ; and he takes
to going about, more and more every
day, with these men, who will be sure
to lead him into trouble.
"After I left her, I walked up to the
Hawk's Lynch, to see whether the view
and the air would not do me good ;
and it did do me a great deal of good,
dear, and I thought of you, and when I
should see 'your bright face and hear
your happy laugh again. The village
looked so pretty and peaceful. I could
hardly believe, while I was up there,
that there were all these miserable
quarrels and heartburnings going on in
it. I suppose they go on everywhere,
but one can't help feeling as if there
were something specially hard in those
which come under one's own eyes, and
touch oneself. And then they are so
frivolous, and everything might go on
so comfortably if people would only be
reasonable. I ought to have been a
man, I am sure, and then I might,
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perhaps, be able to do more, and should
have more influence. If poor papa were
only well and strong !
" But, dear, I shall tire you with all
these long histories and complainings.
I have run on till I have no room left
for anything else ; but you can't think
what a comfort it is to me to write it all
to you, for I have no one to tell it to.
I feel so much better, and more cheer-
ful since I sat down to write this. You
must give my dear love to uncle and
aunt, and let me hear from you again
whenever you have time. If you could
come over again and stay for a few days
it would be very kind; but I must not
press it, as there is nothing to attract
you here, only we might talk over all
that we did and saw at Oxford. — Ever,
dearest Mary, your very affectionate
cousin, KATIE.
" P. S.— I should like to have the
pattern of the jacket you wore the last
day at Oxford. Could you cut it out in
thin paper, and send it in your next?"
"July—, 184—.
" MY DEAR BROWN, — I was very glad
to see your hand, and to hear such
flourishing accounts of your vacation
doings. You won't get any like an-
nouncement out of me, for cricket has not
yet come so far west as this, at least
not to settle. We have a few pioneers
and squatters in the villages ; but, I am
sorry to say, nothing, yet like matches
between the elevens of districts. Neigh-
bours we have none, except the rector ;
so I have plenty of spare time, some of
which I feel greatly disposed to devote
to you ; and I hope you won't find me
too tedious to read.
" It is very kind of your father to
wish that you should be my first pupil,
and to propose that I should spend the
last month of this vacation with you
in Berkshire. But I do not like to
give up a whole month. My father is
getting old and infirm, and I can see
that it would be a great trial to him,
although he urges it, and is always tell-
ing me not to let him keep me at
home. What do you say to meeting
me half way 1 I mean, that you should
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come here for half of the time, and then
that I should return with you for the
last fortnight of the vacation. This I
could manage perfectly.
" But you cannot in any case be my
first pupil ; for, not to mention that I
have been, as you know, teaching for
some years, I have a pupil here at this
minute. You are not likely to guess
who it is, though you know him well
enough — perhaps I should say too well
— so, in a word, it is Blake. I had not
been at home three days before I got
a letter from him, asking me to take
him, and putting it in such a way that
I couldn't refuse. I would sooner not
have had him, as I had already got out
of taking a reading party with some
trouble, and felt inclined to enjoy my-
self here in dignified idleness till next
term. But what can you do when a
man puts it to you as a great personal
favour, &c. &c. 1 So I wrote to accept.
You may imagine my disgust a day or
two afterwards, at getting a letter from
an uncle of his, some official person in
London apparently, treating the whole
matter in a business point of view, and
me as if I were a training groom. He
is good enough to suggest a stimulant to
me in the shape of extra pay and his
future patronage in the event of his
nephew's taking a first in Michaelmas
term. If I had received this letter
before, I think it would have turned
the scale, and I should have refused.
But the thing was done, and Blake isn't
fairly responsible for his relative's views.
" So here he has been for a fortnight.
He took a lodging in the village at first ;
but of course my dear old father's ideas
of hospitality were shocked at this, and
here he is, our inmate.
" He reads fiercely by fits and starts.
A feeling of personal hatred against the
examiners seems to -urge him on more
than any other motive ; but this will not
be strong enough to keep him to regular
work, and without regular work he won't
do, notwithstanding all his cleverness,
and he is a marvellously clever fellow.
So the first thing I have to do is to get
him steadily to the collar, and how to
do it is a pretty particular puzzle. For
he hasn't a grain of enthusiasm in his
composition, nor any power, as far as I
can see, of throwing himself into the
times and scenes of which he is reading.
The philosophy of Greece and the his-
tory of Rome are matters of perfect
indifference to him — to be got up by
catch- words and dates for examination,
and nothing more. I don't think he
would care a straw if Socrates had never
lived, or Hannibal had destroyed Rome.
The greatest names and deeds of the old
world are just so many dead counters
to him — the Jewish just as much as
the rest. I tried him with the story of
the attempt of Antiochus Epiphanes to
conquer the Jews, and the glorious rising
of all that was living in the Holy Land
under the Maccabees. Not a bit of it ;
I couldn't get a spark out of him. He
wouldn't even read the story because it
is in the Apocrypha, and so, as he said,
the d — d examiners couldn't ask him
anything about it in the schools.
" Then his sense of duty is quite un-
developed. He has no notion of going
on doing anything disagreeable because
he ought. So here I am at fault again.
Ambition he has in abundance ; in fact
so strongly, that very likely it may in
the end pull him through, and make
him work hard enough for his Oxford
purposes at any rate. But it wants re-
pressing rather than encouragement, and
I certainly shan't appeal to it.
"You will begin to think I dislike him
and want to get rid of him, but it isn't
the case. You know what a good tem-
per he has, and how remarkably well
he talks ; so he makes himself very
pleasant, and my father evidently enjoys
his company ; and then to be in con-
stant intercourse with a subtle intellect
like his, is pleasantly exciting, and
keeps one alive and at high pressure,
though one can't help always wishing
that it had a little heat in it. You
would be immensely amused if you could
drop in on us.
" I think I have told you, or you must
have seen it for yourself, that my father's
principles are true blue, as becomes a
sailor of thg time of the great war, while
his instincts and practice are liberal in
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the extreme. Our rector, on the con-
trary, is liberal in principles, but an aris-
tocrat of the aristocrats in instinct and
practice. They are always ready enough
therefore to do battle, and Blake delights
in the war, and fans it and takes part in
it as a sort of free lance, laying little
logical pit-falls for the combatants alter-
nately, with that deferential manner of
his. He gets some sort of intellectual
pleasure, I suppose, out of seeing where
they ought to tumble in ; for tumble in
they don't, but clear his pit- falls in their
stride — at least my father does — quite
innocent of having neglected to distri-
bute his middle term ; and the rector,
if he has some inkling of these traps,
brushes them aside, and disdains to
spend powder on any one but his old ad-
versary and friend. I employ myself in
trying to come down ruthlessly on Blake
himself ; and so we spend our evenings
after dinner, which comes off at the
primitive hour of five. We used to
dine at three, but my father has con-
formed now to College hours. If the
rector does not come, instead of argu-
mentative talk, we get stories out of my
father. In the mornings we bathe, and
boat, and read. So, you see, he and I
have plenty of one another's company,
and it is certainly odd that we get on so
well with so very few points" of sym-
pathy. But, luckily, besides his good
temper and cleverness, he has plenty of
humour. On the whole, I think we
shall rub through the two months which
he is to spend here without getting to
hate one another, though there is little
chance of our becoming friends. Be-
sides putting some history and science
into him (scholarship he does not need),
I shall be satisfied if I can make him
give up his use df the pronoun ' you '
before he goes. In talking of the corn
laws, or foreign policy, or India, . or
any other political subject, however in-
teresting, he never will identify himself
as an Englishman; and 'you do this,' or
'you expect that,' is for ever in his mouth,
speaking of his own countrymen. I
believe if the French were to land to-
morrow on Portland, he would comment
on our attempts to dislodge them as if he
had no concern with the business except
as a looker-on.
" You will think all this a rather slow
return for your jolly gossiping letter, full
of cricket, archery, fishing, and I know
not what pleasant goings-on. But what
is one to do ? one can only write about
what is one's subject of interest for the
time being, and Blake stands in that
relation to me just now. I should pre-
fer it otherwise, but si on n'a pas ce
gu'on aime il faut aimer ce qu'on a. I
have no incident to relate ; these parts
get on without incidents somehow, and
without society. I wish there were
some, particularly ladies' society. I
break the tenth commandment con-
stantly, thinking of Commemoration,
and that you are within a ride of Miss
"Winter and her cousin. When you see
them next, pray present my respectful
compliments. It is a sort of consolation
to think that one may cross their fancy
for a moment and be remembered as
part of a picture which gives them plea-
sure. With which piece of sentiment I
may as well shut up. Don't you forget
my message now, and —
" Believe me, ever yours most truly,
" JOHN HARDY.
" P. S. I mean to speak to Blake,
when I get a chance, of that wretched
debt which you have paid, unless you
object. I should think better of him if
he seemed more uncomfortable about
his affairs. After all he may be more
so than I think, for he is very reserved
on such subjects."
"ENGLEBOUBN RECTORY, July, 184 — .
" DEAREST MARY, — I send the coach-
man with this note, in order that
you may not be anxious about me. I
have just returned from poor Betty
Winbum's cottage to write it. She
is very very ill, and I do net think
can last out more than a day or
two ; and she seems to cling to me so
that I cannot have the heart to leave
her. Indeed, if I could make up my
mind to do it, I should never get her
poor white eager face out of my head
all day, so that I should be very bad
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company and quite out of place at your
party, making everybody melancholy
and uncomfortable who came near me.
So, dear, I am not coming. Of course
it is a great disappointment. I had set
my heart on being with you, and enjoy-
ing it all thoroughly ; and even at
breakfast this morning knew of nothing
to hinder me. My dress is actually
lying on the bed at this minute, and it
looks very pretty, especially the jacket
like yours, which I and Hopkins have
managed to make up from the pattern
you sent, though you forgot the sleeves,
which made it rather hard to do. Ah,
well ; it is of no use to think of how
pleasant things would have been which
one cannot have. You must write me
an account of how it all went off, dear ;
or perhaps you can manage to get over
here before long to tell me.
" I must now go back to poor Betty.
She is such a faithful, patient old thing,
and has been such a good woman all her
life that there is nothing painful in
being by her now, and one feels sure
that it will be much happier and better
for her to be at rest. If she could only
feel comfortable about her son, I am sure
she would think so herself. Oh, I for-
got to say that her attack was brought
on by the shock of hearing that he had
been summoned for an assault. Farmer
Tester's son, a young man of about his
own age, has it seems been of late way-
laying Simon's daughter and making
love to her. It is so very hard to make
out the truth in matters of this kind.
Hopkins says she is a dressed-up little
minx who runs after all the young men
in the parish ; but really, from what I
see and hear from other persons, I think
she is a good girl enough. .Even Betty,
who looks on her as the cause of most
of her own trouble, has never said a
word to make me think that she is at all
a light person, or more fond of admira-
tion than any other good-looking girl in
the parish.
" But those Testers are a very wicked
set. You cannot think what a misfor-
tune it is in a place like this to have
these rich families with estates of their
own, in which the young men begin to
think themselves above the common
farmers. They ape the gentlemen, and
give themselves great airs, but of course
no gentleman will associate with them,
as they are quite uneducated ; and the
consequence is that they live a great
deal at home, and give themselves up to
all kinds of wickedness. This young
Tester is one of these. His father is a
very bad old man, and does a great deal
of harm here ; and the son is following
in his steps, and is quite as bad, or
worse. So you see I shall not easily
believe that Harry Winburn has been
much in the wrong. However, all I
know of it at present is that young
Tester was beaten by Harry yesterday
evening in the village street, and that
they came to papa at once for a sum-
mons.
"Oh, here is the coachman ready to
start ; so I must conclude, dear, and go
back to my patient. I shall often think
of you during the day. I am sure you
will have a charming party. With best
love to all, believe me, ever dearest,
" Your most affectionate
" KATIE.
" P. S. — T am very glad that uncle
and aunt take to Tom, and that he is
staying with you for some days. You
will find him very useful in making the
party go off well, I am surel"
CHAPTER XXX.
AMUSEMENTS AT BARTON MANOR.
" A LETTER, Miss, from Englebourn,"
said a footman, coming up to Mary with
the note given at the end of the last
chapter on a waiter. She took it and
tore it open ; and, while she is reading it,
the reader may be introduced to the
place and company in which we find
her. The scene is a large old-fashioned
square brick house, backed by fine trees,
in the tops of which the rooks live, and
the jackdaws and starlings in the many
holes which time has worn in the old
trunks ; but they are all away on this
fine summer morning, seeking their
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meal and enjoying themselves in the
neighbouring fields. In front of the
house is a pretty flower garden, sepa-
rated by a haw-haw from a large pasture,
sloping southwards gently down to a
brook, which glides along through water-
cress and willow beds to join the Kennet.
The beasts have all been driven off, and
on the upper part of the field, nearest
the house, two men are fixing up a third
pair of targets on the rich short grass.
A large tent is pitched near the archery-
ground,"to hold quivers and bow-cases,
and luncheon, and to shelter lookers-on
from the mid-day sun. Beyond the
brook a pleasant, well-timbered country
lies, with high chalk-downs for an hori-
zon, ending in Marlborough hill, faint
and blue in the west. This is the place
which Mary's father has taken for the
summer and autumn, and where she is
fast becoming the pet of the neighbour-
hood.
It will not perhaps surprise readers to
find that our hero has managed to find
his way to Barton Manor in the second
week of the vacation, and, having made
the most of his opportunities, is acknow-
ledged as a cousin by Mr. and Mrs.
Porter. Their boys are at home for the
holidays, and Mr. Porter's great wish is
that they should get used to the country
in their summer holidays. And as they
have spent most of their childhood and
boyhood in London, to which he has
been tied, pretty closely hitherto, this is
a great opportunity. The boys only
wanted a preceptor, and Tom presented
himself at the right moment, and soon
became the hero of Charley and Neddy
Porter. He taught them to throw flies
and bait crawfish nets, to bat fowl, and
ferret for rabbits, and to saddle and ride
their ponies, besides getting up games of
cricket in the spare evenings, which
kept him away from Mr. Porter's dinner-
table. This last piece of self-denial, as
he considered it, quite won over that
gentleman, who agreed with his wife
that Tom was just the sort of companion
they would like for the boys, and so the
house was thrown open to him.
The boys were always clamouring for
him when he was away, and making
their mother write off to press him to
come again ; which he, being a very
good-natured young man, and particu-
larly fond of boys, was ready enough to
do. So this was the third visit he had
paid in a month.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown wondered a
little that he should be so very fond of
the young Porters, who Avere good boys
enough, but very much like other boys
of thirteen and fifteen, of whom there
were several in the neighbourhood. He
had indeed just mentioned an elder
sister, but so casually that their atten-
tion had not been drawn to the fact,
which had almost slipped out of their
memories. On the other hand, Tom
seemed so completely to identify him-
self with the boys and their pursuits,
that it never occurred to their father
and mother, who were doatingly fond of
them, that, after all, they might not be
the only attraction. Mary seemed to
take very little notice of him, and went
on with her own pursuits much a?
usual. It was true that she liked keep-
ing the score at cricket, and corning to
look at them fishing or rabbiting in her
walks; but all that was very natural.
It is a curious and merciful dispensation
of Providence that most fathers and
mothers seem never to be capable of
remembering their own experience, and
will probably go on till the end of time
thinking of their sons of twenty and
daughters of sixteen or seventeen as
mere children, who may be allowed to
run about together as much as they
please. And, where it is otherwise, the
results are not very different, for there
are certain mysterious ways of holding
intercourse implanted in the youth of
both sexes, against which no vigilance
can avail.
So on this, her great fete day, Tom
had been helping Mary all the morning
in dressing the rooms with flowers, and
arranging all the details — where people
were to sit at the cold dinner ; how to
find the proper number of seats ; how
the dining-room was to be cleared in
time for dancing when the dew began
to fall. In all which matters there
were many obvious occasions for those
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petits soins which are much valued by
persons in like situations ; and Tom
was not sorry that the boys had voted
the whole preparations a bore, and had
gone off to the brook to gropple in the
bank for crawfish till the shooting
began. The arrival of the note had
been the first contre-temps of the morn-
ing, and they were now expecting guests
to arrive every minute.
" What is the matter ? No bad news,
I hope," he said, seeing her vexed ex-
pression.
" Why, Katie can't come. I declare
I could sit down and cry. I shan't
enjoy the party a bit. now, and I wish
it were all over."
" I am sure Katie would be very un-
happy if she thought you were going to
spoil your day's pleasure on her ac-
count."
" Yes, I know she would ; but it is
so provoking when I had looked forward
so to having her."
, "You have never told me why she
cannot come; she was quite full of
it all when I saw her a few days
back."
" Oh, there is a poor old woman in
the village dying who is a great friend
of Katie's. Here is her letter ; let me
see," she said, glancing over it to see
that there was nothing in it which she
did not wish him to read, "you may
read it, if you like."
Tom began reading. " Betty Win-
burn," he said, when he came to the
name, " what, poor dear old Betty !
why I've known her ever since I was
born. She used to live in our parish,
and I haven't seen her this eight years
nearly. And her boy Harry, I wonder
what has become of him ? "
"You will see if you read on," said
Mary; and so he read to the end, and
then folded it up and returned it.
" So poor old Betty is dying. Well,
she was always a good soul, and very
kind to me when I was a boy. I should
like to see her once again, and perhaps
I might be able to do something for her
son."
"Why should we not ride over to
Englebourn to-morrow? They will be
glad to get us out of the way while the
house is being straightened."
" I should like it of all things, if it
can be managed."
" Oh, I will manage it somehow, for
I must go and see that dear Katie. I
do feel so ashamed of myself when I
think of all the good she is doing, and
I do nothing but put flowers about, and
play the piano. Isn't she an angel
now?"
" Of course she is."
" Yes ; but I won't have that sort of
matter-of-course acquiescence. Now, do
you really mean that Katie is as good as
an angel ? "
"As seriously as if I saw the wings
growing out of her shoulders, and dew
drops hanging on them."
"You deserve to have some things
not at all like wings growing out of your
head. How is it that you never see
when I don't want you to talk your
nonsense 1 "
" How ' am I to talk sense about
angels? I don't know anything about
them."
" You know what I mean, perfectly.
I say that dear Katie is an angel, and I
mean that I don't know anything in her
— no, not one single thing- — which I
should like to have changed. If the
angels are all as good as she "
" If/ why I shall begin to doubt your
orthodoxy."
" You don't know what I was going
to say."
"It doesn't matter what you were
going to say. You couldn't have brought
that sentence round to an orthodox con-
clusion. Oh, please don't look angry,
now. Yes, I quite see what you mean.
You can think of Katie just as she is
now in Heaven, without being shocked."
Mary paused for a moment before she
answered, as if she were rather taken by
surprise at this way of putting her
meaning, and then said seriously —
"Indeed, I can. I think we should
all be perfectly happy if we were all as
good as she is."
"But she is not very happy herself,
I am afraid."
" Of course not ; how can she be,
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when all the people about her are so
troublesome and selfish?"
" I can't fancy an angel the least like
Uncle Eobeft, can you?"
" I won't talk about angels any more.
You have made me feel quite as if I had
been saying something wicked."
"Now really it is too hard that you
should lay the blame on me, when you
began the subject yourself. You ought
at least to let me say what I have to say
about angels."
"Why, you said you knew nothing
about them half a minute ago."
"But I may have my notions like
other people. You have your notions.
Katie is your angel."
"Well, then, what are your notions?"
" Katie is rather too dark for my idea
of an angeL I can't fancy a dark
angel."
"Why, how can you call Katie dark ?"
" I only say she is too dark for my
idea of an angeL"
" Well, go on."
" Then, she is rather too grave."
" Too grave for an angel ! "
"For my idea of an angel — one doesn't
want one's angel to be like oneself, and
I am so grave, you know."
"Yes, very. Then your angel is to
be a laughing angel. A laughing angel,
and yet very sensible; never talking
nonsense ?"
*' Oh, I didn't say that."
" But you said he wasn't to be like
you."
" He ! who in the world do you mean
by Tie 9 "
" Why, your angel, of course."
" My angel ! You don't really sup-
pose that my angel is to be a man ? "
" I have no time to think about it.
Look, they are putting those targets
quite crooked. You are responsible for
the targets ; we must go and get them
straight."
They walked across the ground to-
. wards the targets, and Tom settled them
according to his notions of opposites.
" After all, archery is slow work," he
said, when the targets were settled satis-
factorily. "I don't believe anybody really
enjoys it."
f. "Now that is because you men haven't
it all to yourselves. You are jealous
of any sort of game in which we can
join. I believe you are afraid of being
beaten."
"On the contrary, that is its only
recommendation, that you can join in it"
"Well, I think that ought to be
recommendation enough. But I believe
it is much harder than most of your
• games. You can't shoot half as well as
you play cricket, can you ? "
"No, because I never practise. It
isn't exciting to be walking up and
down between two targets, and doing
the same thing over and over again.
Why, you don't find it so yourself. You
hardly ever shoot."
" Indeed I do though, constantly."
" Why, I have scarcely ever seen you
shooting."
" That is because you are away with
the boys all day."
" Oh, I am never too far to know
what is going on. I'm sure you have
never practised for more than a quarter
of an hour any day that I have been
here."
" Well, perhaps I may not have. But
I tell you I am very fond of it."
Here the two boys came up from the
brook, Neddy with his Scotch cap full
of cray-fish.
"Why, you wretched boys, where
have you been ? You are not fit to be
seen," said Mary, shaking the arrows at
them, which she was carrying in her
hand. " Go and dress directly, or you
will be late. I- think I heard a carriage
drive up just now."
" Oh, there's plenty of time. Look
what whackers, cousin Tom," said Char-
ley, holding out one of his prizes by its
back towards Tom, while the indignant
cray-fish flapped its tail and worked
about with its claws in the hopes of
getting hold of something to pinch.
" I don't believe those boys have been
dry for two hours together in daylight
since you first came here," said Mary to
Tom.
"Well, and they're all the better for
it, I'm sure," said Tom.
"Yes, that we are," said Charley.
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" I say, Charley," said Tom, " your
sister says she is very fond of shooting."
"Ay, and so she is. And isn't she
a good shot too ? I believe she would
beat you at fifty yards."
" There now, you see, you need not
have been so unbelieving," said Mary.
"Will you give her a shot at your
new hat, cousin Tom ? " said Neddy.
" Yes, Neddy, that I will ; " and he
added to Mary, "I will bet you a pair of
gloves you do not hit it in three shots."
" Yery well," said Mary, " at thirty
yards." •
" No, no ! fifty yards was the named
distance."
"No, fifty yards is too far. Why,
your hat is not bigger than the gold."
" Well, I don't mind splitting the
difference ; we will say forty."
" Very well — three shots at forty
yards."
" Yes ; here, Charley, run and hang
my hat on that target." The boys
rushed off with the hat — a new white
one — and hung it with a bit of string
over the centre of one of the targets,
and then, stepping a little aside, stood,
clapping their hands, shouting to Mary
to take good aim.
" You must string my bow," she said,
handing it to him as she buckled on her
guard. " Now, do you repent ? I am
going to do my best, mind, if I do shoot."
"•I scorn repentance : do your worst,"
said Tom, stringing the" bow and handing
it back to her. " And now I will hold
your arrows ; here is the forty yards."
Mary came to the place which he had
stepped, her eyes full of fun and mis-
chief; and he saw at once that she
knew what she was about as she took
her position and drew the first arrow.
It missed the hat by some three inches
only, and the boys clapped and shouted.
" Too near to be pleasant," said Tom,
handing the second arrow. " I see you
can shoot."
" Well, I will let you off still."
" Gloves and all?"
" No, of course you must pay the
gloves."
" Shoot away then. Ah, that will
do," he cried, as the second arrow struck
considerably above the hat, " I shall get
my gloves yet," and he handed the third
arrow. They were too intent on the
business in hand to observe that Mr.
and Mrs. Porter and several guests were
already on the hand bridge which crossed
the haw-haw.
Mary drew her third arrow, paused a
moment, loosed it, and this time with
fatal aim.
The boys rushed to the target, towards
which Mary and Tom also hurried, Mr.
and Mrs. Porter and the new comers
following more quietly.
" Oh, look here — what fun," said
Charley, as Tom came up, holding up
the hat spiked on the arrow which he
had drawn out of the target.
" What a wicked shot," he said,
taking the hat and turning to Mary.
"Look here, you have actually gone
through three places — through crown,
and side, and brim."
Mary began to feel quite sorry at her
own success, and looked at the wounded
hat sorrowfully.
" Hullo, look here — here's papa and
mamma and some people, and we ain't
dressed. Come along, Neddy," and the
boys made away towards the back pre-
mises, while Mary and Tom, turning
round, found themselves in the presence
of Mr. and Mrs. Porter, Mr. Brown, and
two or three other guests.
To be continued.
THEEE WEEKS' "LOAFING" IN AEEAN.
BY CORNWALL SIMEON.
ON the 13th of August (the 12th was
Sunday) instead of, according to our
wont, following the yet unsuspecting
grouse, or endeavouring to adapt our
fly to the caprices of the wily salmon,
we found ourselves anchored, or at least
brought up, in Arran. We had hoped
to have occupied independent quarters
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on some moor on the N.W. coast, but,
as the period during which we should
have occupied them would probably
not have exceeded six weeks or so, and
might have been still further abridged,
we considered that le jeu ne valait pas
la chandelle of a year's rent, particularly
as we had failed to hear of any place
which exactly suited us. We therefore
determined to come northwards on a
roving commission, not tied to any lo-
cality, or even line of country, but with
the general notion of coasting along,
making inquiries as* we went, and being
ready, like a vagrant hermit-crab in
search of a lodging, to adapt ourselves
to any shell that might happen to suit
us.
"With this crude and indefinite plan
for our autumn campaign before us, we
(a friend and myself) met, by appoint-
ment, in Greenock, he hailing from the
west of Ireland, where he had been
enjoying some enviably pleasant fishing,
myself from London.
As all the world was thus before us,
and we had no particular opinion as to
our first halting place, Arran was pro-
posed ; not with any idea of finding
there what we were in search of in the
way of sport, but because, in the first
place, it was very easy of access ; in the
next, because we had heard much of the
natural beauties of the island ; and lastly,
because, judging from an experience of
some years, we knew quite well that if
we were actually bound for any specific
moor, we should not have strength of
purpose sufficient to devote a day to it,
and that it was now or never with us.
The proposition to take advantage of our
leisure thus to pay Arran a visit en
passant being carried nem. con., we came
off by the Juno, one of the fastest of
the Clyde steamers, which, conveniently
enough, leaves Greenock at a quarter to
four P.M., four or five hours after the
arrival of the 9.15. P.M. train from the
Euston station, and from which, in
about three hours and a half, we disem-
barked at Brodick.
The Douglas Arms (better known as
the Invercloy Inn), distant about a
couple of hundred yards from the land-
ing place, received us — a good inri, well
situated, and possessing within itself
most of the attributes which conduce to
the comfort of the traveller or tourist.
The view from it is also very fine. To
the north (the right on landing), after a
spell of broken conglomerate rock,
stretches out in a bold sweep the
breadth of Brodick Bay, backed by a
fringe of wood, from amidst which rise
the dull red-sandstone turrets of the
Castle, topped in their turn by the peak
of GoatfelL and its neighbouring heights.
On the south side runs along the shore
a continuation of rock of the same con-
glomerate formation, a strange, tufa-like
substance, into which (whatever may be
the fact) many of the pebbles appear to
have become very recently cemented, the
whole forming together solidified masses
of exceeding hardness. These, cut into
here and there by the sea, or perhaps
separated by early intestinal commotions
of the earth, present at intervals deep,
straight-sided crevasses of rugged and
uninviting aspect. Every now and then
these rocks are intersected by those mys-
terious trap-dykes, which are believed
to have welled up from the molten sea
beneath, under the pressure of the super-
incumbent mass. Occasionally, again,
they are succeeded by strata of sand-
stone, which, possessing sub-strata of
different degrees of hardness, has become
water-worn into most eccentric shapes
and patterns — at times large holes, regu-
lar and deep enough to step a mast in,
as if the seals or mermaids had been
rigging up an awning there by way of a
change from sea-life; at others, in an
intricate and delicate tracery of honey-
combed or reticulated work, altogether
as though the waves had occupied their
spare time and exercised their ingenuity
in tooling out on it the most fantastic
figures.
At a distance of about a hundred and
fiffrjj yards from the present line of coast
runs what was the sea-boundary, before
had taken place that upheaval of the
land or subsidence of the sea, which has
thus added perhaps ten miles to the cir-
cumference of the island. This in-lying
shore, constantly displaying throughout
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its entire extent evident marks, in cave
and hollow, of the former action of the
water, though now very generally clothed
with wood, rises to perhaps a hundred
and eighty feet above the sea-level, and
then, after yielding up some hundred
yards of its upper surface-level to the
plough, rises again, somewhat abruptly,
to form the range of hills, which mark
from a distance this extremity of the
island. On ascending these a good view
is obtained of the south-western side.
Below, on the left, rises conspicuously
the bluff height of Holy Island ; oppo-
site to it lies Lamlash (the Brighton of
the island as it has, in mockery, been
called,) with its bay — the tout-ensemble
of these, by the way, forming from the
road between Brodick and Lamlash, a
little below the highest point, as strik-
ing and perfect a landscape as it is well
possible to imagine — and then to the
northward rise, peak cut by peak, the
tops of the Chior-Mvor and Goatfell
ranges, while on either side, in the dis-
tance, the eye wanders far away to
Oantire, Argyllshire, Lanark, and Ayr-
shire.
There is no doubt that Brodick enjoys
certain features, which would probably
render it in the eyes of many persons
preferable to other parts of the island,
such for instance as the view along the
north shore, which is indisputably very
beautiful, the vicinity to Goatfell, the
ascent to the top of which is considered
by many tourists (the majority, we be-
lieve we may say) as the one great thing
to be " done ; " and last, but not least,
we suspect, the influx of visitors, whose
.arrival and departure by the steamers is
daily viewed with a vacant wondering
interest by the residents, and imparts an
air of what a Frenchman would call
"mouvement" to the place. Whatever
may be the attractions, it is very certain
that they are such as induce those who
resort thither for health or pleasvujp to
stow themselves away in holes and cor-
ners which it would probably be difficult
to get them to believe they could occupy
elsewhere. It would indeed be no easy
matter to find another place where the
British tourist is driven to adopt such
small proportions as the Isle of Arran.
House-room being exceedingly limited,
in consequence of restrictions as to
building imposed by the owner of the
soil, houses are crammed to a degree
which it must be pleasanter to imagine
than experience, and many are the shifts
made to receive those who are deter-
mined, accommodation or no accommo-
dation, to remain and "enjoy" them-
selves. Bathing-boxes at Lamlash are
said to be considered luxuries at a shil-
ling a night, and one roomy pigsty to
be annually cleared of its legitimate
occupants, whitewashed, and let out as
" Lodgings for three people." But in
spite of all these inconveniences many
thousands annually come, and sun them-
selves on the shore, and look at the
steamboats, and "do" Goatfell, and gain
pleasure and health thereby, and are
happy. " Small blame to them for that
—if any " — let every man enjoy himself
his own way, and the more of such
innocent enjoyment he can get in due
season the better.
There are, however, some people so
peculiarly constituted that these features
are not all accepted by them as attrac-
tions. The view from Invercloy cer-
tainly possessed a great charm ; but the
other two — the vicinity of Goatfell
(having peculiar notions of our own as
to the comparative advantages and dis-
advantages of going up hills), and the
continual influx of fresh tourists, all full
of the romantic, and bent on " doing "
the island in the shortest possible tune
— we " didn't seem to care about." The
fact that we were, comparatively speak-
ing, habitues, seemed to be instinctively
arrived at, and we being in consequence
generally pitched upon as proper sources
from which to derive all the information
which, it was thought, we must have
amassed with regard to Goatfell, &c. &c.,
the answers which we were in honesty
compelled to give, evinced an amount of
ignorance with regard to the points in
question, which must have subjected us,
it is feared, to remarks expressive at
once of wonder and contempt. In fact,
the repetition of these questions, and
the succeeding exclamation, "What ! not
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been up Goatfell!" became somewhat
tedious, not to say aggravating, as not
being wholly destitute of personal re-
flection.
There was also another point, which
was a sine-qitd-twn with us, namely,
bathing ; and in this Brodick certainly
does not shine. On the southern side
of the landing-place, to a considerable
distance, the shore is fenced in by a
series of peculiarly rugged rocks, formed,
as mentioned before, of conglomerate
and sandstone. From these it is pos-
sible that, when the tide is up, a pass-
able bathing- place might be looked out;
though, by the way, it may be as well to
take the bearings of the place at low-
water, or the swimmer may find his legs
skinned on an out-lying rock, when he
thought himself well in the open, and
out of harm's way. When the tide is
out, however, it is scarcely possible to
find a more uninviting place, or one
proving on trial more eminently unsatis-
factory. The rocks are rough, jagged,
broken, and precipitous, rarely affording
even the moderate amount of room re-
quired by the bather for his toilet ; and,
supposing him to have been deluded
into making an essay, he too frequently
finds beds of sea-weed of most luxuriant
growth ; some with their long waving
streamers, or broad fans of amber;
others of more delicate texture, like
threads of the finest unravelled silk, red,
white, and yellow, contrasting each with
each, yet blending together in perfect
harmony, lovely to look at in the clear
water, but to the swimmer unpleasant
to the last degree. He half swims over,
half wades through, this tangled garden,
at length begins to congratulate himself
on having overcome this difficulty, and
stretches himself out in earnest for his
work, when he is brought up by the
interminable strings of the chorda filum
first catching him by the neck, then the
arms, then the legs. He tries to free
himself from them, much as Laocoon is
represented as doing by the snakes; but
thicker and thicker"they become — so
thick at last, that the attempt has to be
resigned as hopeless, and the unfortunate
swimmer paddles back, as best he may,
to his extremely uncomfortable dressing-
place among the angular rocks, some-
what fresher, it is true, but, like the
boy with the Latin Grammar, decidedly
under the impression that it is hardly
worth going through so much to gain so
little. This is no exaggerated account
of the first and only bathe which I en-
dured on the south side of the inn.
The next morning I fared even worse.
Thinking that there must be some better
ground further on, I prosecuted" my
search yard by yard, until I got nearly
or quite a mile and a half from the inn.
Instead of getting better, however, it
appeared to become gradually worse and
worse, and at last I had to give it up as
a bad job, and return re injectd. To
improve my temper, it came on to rain
as soon as I turned homewards, and I
got back perfectly drenched, and with a
thorough determination never to attempt
to bathe on that side of the inn again. •
The coast continues thus rock-bound
for about a third of a mile oh the
other (the northern) side of the inn and
landing-place, when, as you enter upon
Brodick Bay, its character suddenly
changes, and a long stretch of a fine,
broad, white-sanded beach preserits it"
self, separated through the greater part
of its extent from the main-land by
pools of water, communicating with the
burn which flows into the sea on the
further side. In the centre of this bay,
the only part of it sufficiently distant
(qud decency) from the fringe of houses
which skirt it, and so far as a purely
sandy beach can afford good bathing, it
is good ; but, to my mind, this class of
shore can never thoroughly satisfy an
Epicurean in the art, diversion, or what-,
ever it may be called. It is difficult,
too, to forget that your position is com-
manded, though at a long range, by a
large admiring population — to say no-
thing of the fact that this beach (the
southern side of it at least) is the place
where the lady visitors are wont to take
their dips ; the accommodation reserved
for them consisting of one wretched little
sentry-box, apparently just big enough
to stand upright in, whence, having
suited their toilet to the business in
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Land, they walk down into the water.
To make bathing perfect, a man should,
as is happily expressed in dough's
Eothie, at any rate be " alone with him-
self and the goddess of bathing." Boats
are procurable at the landing-place, and,
on a calm sunny day, there is, perhaps,
no way of bathing more thoroughly en-
joyable than a header off the stern of a
well-appointed boat into the deep, open
sea ; but during our short residence at
Brodick, the rain was so constant, and
the weather generally so coarse, that on
that account alone a boat would have
"been anything but desirable, even had
one not entertained a suspicion that,
these particular boats being commonly
employed for purposes of fishing, they
might not unnaturally have contracted
somewhat of an ancient and a fish-like
smell.
While therefore fully admitting the
attractions of Invercloy and Brodick, we
were, for the reasons before mentioned,
fastidious enough to fancy we might
elsewhere find quarters which, so far as
bathing and quiet were concerned, might
suit us better ; so, by way of an experi-
ment, we chartered a cart (the postman's
"gig" being that day taken up with
sheep and cheeses), put our belongings
into it, and walked across to the Corrie
Inn, kept by Mrs. Jamieson, about six
miles from Brodick, the road running
along the level formed by the interval
between the former and the present lines
of shore.
"We very soon after our arrival there
found that we had made a change (to
our minds) for the better. The expe-
rience of the first two or three days'
trial, during which we partook of " neigh-
bour's fare " in the public room, having
satisfied us that we might do worse than
bring up there for a week or so, we
entered upon the occupation of a snug
little room on the ground-floor, where,
in addition to the advantage of being
freed from the necessity of exposing our
ignorance to the British tourist, we could
indulge hi the combined luxuries of pri-
vacy and tobacco, unknown in the public
room. Here did we most thoroughly
"take our ease in our inn;" for the
scrupulous tidiness and quiet of tho
house, the care and attention of our
worthy hostess, and the unremitting zeal
of her excellent parlour-maid, really left
little, if anything, to be desired which
could contribute to our comfort.
The view from the inn is perhaps
not so fine as that from Invercloy ; for,
though its range is wider, inasmuch as
it commands the whole length of the
coast down to Holy Island, whose bold
outline, in some degree reminding one
of the rock of Gibraltar, shuts it in on
the southward, yet it wants the sym-
metrical beauty of that afforded by
Brodick Bay and its noble mountain
background. This, however, we con-
sidered to be more than made up for in
other ways — one great point hi its favour
being that the house stands (occupying
a position at the southern extremity of
the range of houses which form the
village of Corrie) close to the sea-beach,
which meets the green-sward running
down to it. Eight pleasant was it here
to sit and watch through a glass the
movements of the water-birds, and
particularly of those grand fellows the
gannets, as they cruised along, pro-
bably from their home on Ailsa Crag, on
their daily business of fishing. How
different is this bird's mode of setting
to work from that< of all others of his
class ! What a purpose and a dash
there is about him ! Easily distinguish-
able by his earnest flight, his otherwise
snow-white plumage, and black-capped
wings, from the gulls which are desul-
torily careering about, on he comes with
his spare, gaunt-looking head, steadily,
about forty or fifty yards above the
water, on which his hungry, eager eye is
constantly intent. Of a sudden he
spies a fish. Not an instant is lost.
Quick as thought he is round, and,
heading down straight and perpendicu-
larly as a lump of lead would fall,
making the spray fly in all directions,
and with a splash that on a still day
may be heard for near half a mile, he is
upon him. A quarter of a minute or
more may elapse before he again
emerges, the interval having afforded
him sufficient time not only to capture
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his prey, but apparently to bolt it ; for
it is but by his postprandial gulps to
get it well down and settle it in his in-
satiable maw that his success can be
generally ascertained. This process satis-
factorily completed, a few long flaps on
the water serve to get him under way,
and he is again on wing steadily pur-
suing his former course, and eagerly
looking out for another fish. Three or
four of these birds might thus not un-
frequently be seen fishing together in
company, one after another taking his
downward plunge, and, after it, again
falling into the general line of flight.
I could not help drawing a comparison
between these birds and some others of
an allied class, who by their ceaseless
importunities constantly obtruded them-
selves on our notice, and whose habits
were certainly as far removed from
theirs as they well possibly could be.
These others were simply common
domestic ducks. There were thirteen of
them, this number being made up of
five independent ducks, accompanied by
a monstrous obese over-grown drake
(weighing no less than seven poiinds,
his owner told me), and another duck
with a brood of six half-grown duck-
lings. Such sensual, lazy brutes, so
utterly devoted to gormandising, and so
helplessly indolent I never saw. One
would have thought it would have been
natural for ducks, living not twenty
yards from the sea, occasionally to take
a bath, particularly as they had no pond
in which they might besport themselves,
being, indeed, so short of water that I
have repeatedly seen them drinking the
rain-drops off one another's backs ; but
only on one occasion did I ever see any
of them attempt to go down to it. The
five independent ducks did then, indeed,
one high tide, do so, one or two of the
more courageous of them venturing in
far enough to wet their feet, and then
back they immediately came with as
much gossiping and parade as if they
had performed a mighty feat. Another
day, after a rainy night, I heard them in
a great state of excitement by the
piggery. The occasion of this, on going
to see what was the mcitter, I found to
be that in this piggery, which was stone-
faced and sunk about a foot and a half
below the level of the soil, a small pond
had been formed by the rain, by the
edge of which some fowls were busily
engaged in pecking up the waifs and
strays of the pig's-trough. Now this
pond was to the ducks evidently the
perfection of a place to paddle in, and
greatly were the fowls to be envied ; but
how was this precipice, which kept them
from their anticipated pleasures, to be
descended 1 They went all along the
edge, quacking loudly and looking down
wistfully as they went, one every now
and then stopping, when she thought
she had discovered a feasible place, and
trying to make up her mind for the
desperate leap ; but it was too much.
They might indeed have continued their
attempts to descend, had not an incident
occurred to divert them from their rash
enterprise. One of them, in measuring
the depth, actually got one of her legs
over upon a smooth sloping stone ; and,
only succeeding in withdrawing it after
a desperate struggle, in which she seemed
to be as much alarmed as a man might
when toppling over a rock a hundred
feet high, she gave up the further pro-
secution of the attempt as hopeless and
hazardous, and, turning away from the
pond, was followed by the others, all
quacking loudly in evident disappoint-
ment at being debarred from so charm-
ing a place of entertainment, and in
envy of the fowls, whose lighter build
enabled them to revel in its delicacies.
The general character of the lives led by
those ducks brought back to my recol-
lection " The JSTotorious Glutton," in the
Miss Taylors' clever Original Poems,
and I could not but think that to this
place might
"All little ducklings be brought by their friends
To see the disgrace in which gluttony ends."
The only feature in tame ducks which
does not appear to partake in the general
demoralization induced by their indolent
and gormandising habits, is the eye. How-
ever much they may in other respects have
become hebetated, aud whatever power
they may have lost in wing and leg (for all
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these ducks generally, and the ducklings
almost invariably, sat while grazing on
the sward), the acuteness of eye still
appears to -remain unaffected ; and what
keenness and subtlety of expression is
there not in that long, angular eye of a
duck ! Ever on the watch — quick to
observe and ready — they seem in this
respect far beyond all other denizens of
the poultry-yard. Make but an unusual
whistle or chirrup, while others continue
to pursue their avocations regardless of
it, every duck's head is at once turned
up, on the watch for the winged enemy
from whom they imagine it may possibly
proceed.
The bathing places at Corrie, though
not quite what might be wished, are yet
sufficiently good. Close to the inn, just
under the flagstaff, where a cutting along-
side the ledge of rock which projects
there, affords a harbour, partly natural,
partly artificial, for the boats which wait
upon the steamers, there is a corner
affording ample room to dress, perfectly
screened from observation, and^ whence
a few strokes will, when the tide is up,
take you into deep water, the principal
thing to be guarded against being an
outlying rock, projecting beyond the
reef, upon which, unless you have pre-
.viously noted its position, you are ex-
tremely Likely (experto crede) to leave
more , of your epidermis than is at all
pleasant. About a hundred and fifty
yards from this place, on the north side,
a mass of white sandstone projects into
the sea, hog-backed near the shore, but
broadening out towards its extremity,
from the smooth sides of which could be
taken a header of any height, up to six
or eight feet, into ten or fifteen feet of
the clearest water. This is, in itself,
almost as perfect a bathing- place as it is
possible to conceive, but it is, most un-
fortunately, deficient in one point,
namely, seclusion, the upper part of the
rock being uncomfortably exposed to
the inn and other houses which skirt
this part of the shore. At low- water, how-
ever, the upper part of the rock affords
a sufficient shelter to any one bathing
from the lower shelf of the extremity,
while he can still get his header into the
open water. A few pounds laid out in
the erection of a screen, and in cutting
away the rock a little into dressing
stages, to suit the different times of tide,
would render this a glorious bathinR-
, °
place.
A walk of a couple of miles takes you
from the Corrie Inn to the mouth of
the Sannox-burn — the road continuing
along the shore in character much like
that between Corrie and Brodick, the
adjacent level being redolent of the
fragrant bog-myrtle, and not sparingly
dotted with the delicate grass of Parnas-
sus, two plants, perhaps as much as any
others, characteristic of Scotland.
The crystal Sannox-burn (the name
being a corruption from Sandy Oaks, it
is said), after passing through some of
the finest scenery in the Island, empties
itself into the sea in the centre of a fine
sandy bay (in character a good deal like
that of Brodick), the northern extremity
of which, where it abuts on the rocky
ledge which succeeds it, generally formed
our afternoon bathing ground, by no
means ill suited for the purpose, com-
bining, as it does, the merits of fine
sand and tolerably smooth rocks for
dressing on. When on this errand we
had repeatedly seen here a ring-dotterel,
who seemed always to have particular
business at some thirty yards from us,
endeavouring thus to inveigle us further
along the coast. We shrewdly sus-
pected from these movements of hers
that the cause which led her to make
them was in reality in an opposite
direction, and one day, happening to
cross the burn, instead of going round by
the bridge, sure enough, we came upon
it. There it was — scuttling up the
beach among the sand as hard as it
could go, making excellent use of its
legs — her young one. We gave chase
to it> when, on finding itself detected, it
immediately squatted down in a hole in
the sand, and, on our coming up, allowed
itself to be taken up, as if it were
perfectly helpless and had not yet
learnt to walk. A pretty little mottled
puff-ball it was with its white ring,
bright eye, and stumpy tail. It made no
attempt to escape from our hands, and
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on being released nestled down again in
the sand, perhaps to be complimented
by its mother on the successful way in
which it had played its part.
From just above this bathing-place is
obtained one of the finest of the fine
views up Glen Sannox, and grand
indeed it is. The mass of Chior-Mvor
shuts in the back-ground. Next in the
range, on the right, comes Ceim-na-
Cailliach (the Carlin's step). Then rise
the battlemented tops of Caistael Abhael
(the fortress of the Ptarmigan) — a name,
by the way, more poetical than accurate,
inasmuch as there are no ptarmigan on
the Island — while on the nearest crest
old Fergus lies supine with his Eoman
nose and heaven-directed countenance,
dreaming, may-be, of the maiden, whose
bosom (Ciod-na-Oich), exposed in some-
what unmaidenly fashion, shows con-
spicuously on the opposite portal of the
Glen.
Continuing the coast line, we come,
in about a mile or rather less, to the
North Sannox burn, passing on our way
the remarkable " blue rock," which rises
to a height of about thirty yards, and
extends for perhaps a hundred, almost
as smooth and perpendicular as chisel
and plummet could have rendered it ;
while the space from its very base to
the sea is occupied by a meadow level
and smooth enough for a bowling-
green.
The stepping-stones of the North
Sannox burn having been crossed (rather
an awkward job when the water -is in
spate), a very pleasant walk of a couple
of miles or so brings us to the " Fallen
Rocks," great masses of the conglome-
rate, which, loosened from the hill-side
by some convulsion of nature, have been
precipitated to their present resting-
place, where they lie, some in, some
out of, the water in broken confusion.
Those who are fond of foraging for
themselves will have, from the blue
lock northward, as wejl as in many
other places, abundant opportunities for
exerting their talents on a profusion of
raspberries, the under branches of which
may be found, weighed down by the
fruit, among the fern through which the
comparatively sterile upper branches
force their way, and also some straw-
berries, while the rills afford a plentiful
supply of fine water-cress. To these
may be added, for those who remain
somewhat later in the season, nuts and
blackberries, both this year in extraor-
dinary quantities, besides, as we were
informed, generally, an abundance of
mushrooms.
Were we to pursue our walk, four or
five miles further would bring us round
the point to Loch Eanza ; but it is time
to turn back, varying our route, if you
please, by a turn a little way up the
side of the North Sannox burn. It is
a sparkling quick-flowing stream, run-
ning down too rapidly from the hills to
afford any but very diminutive brown
trout, though every now and then a few
small sea trout find their way a short
distance above the sea. Some of the
pools would do well enough for the fly
(though the banks are throughout the
lower parts of its course a good deal
overgrown), but it is better suited for
the worm, with which a good many
may, when the water is in a proper
state, be taken. They are, however, of
such minute proportions, that we were
not tempted to take our rods out of
their cases. One pool, from its depth,
breadth, and the transparent clearness
of its water, offers itself invitingly for
a bathe ; but few, we suspect, would,
with the sea within such easy reach,
deliberately prefer fresh water, unless
indeed they might be of the same mind
as a gentleman whom we met at Inver-
cloy, and who, when the respective
merits of sea and fresh-water bathing
were under discussion, delivered his
opinion in favour of the latter, inas-
much as he was able to clean himself so
much more easily in it.
In one or two of the streams on the
other side of the island — the Macra
burn and Blackwater, for instance — (as
might have been suspected from their
general character, and the richer nature
of the soil through which they flow
during the latter portions of their course)
the trout are said to run somewhat
larger. Salmon are occasionally caught
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near the mouth of the Macra burn,
where there is a very promising looking
pool close to the foot-bridge ; a few sea-
trout also ascend them, but we fancy
that most of them would repay the
angler more by the lovely scenery
through which they would lead him
than by their actual contributions to his
basket.
The sea-fishing, too, seems to be ge-
nerally indifferent. Round the southern
shores of the island they get enough
fish (of the ordinary kinds) to make it
worth their while to go out for pleasure,
if not for profit, but off Corrie there is
but little to be done in this way. We
only tried it, it is true, for a couple of
hours one day, but the result was abso-
lutely nil, and the boatmen were too
honest to press us to make a second
attempt. Trailing a white fly along the
shore (from a boat) for whiting pollock,
seemed to be there the most successful
mode of fishing.
So far as shooting is concerned, the
general tourist may leave his gun be-
hind him; for though there is plenty
of game on tbe island, it is strictly pre-
served, and the only objects which he
would probably find to discharge it at
would be some useless and unoffending
gulls, which he may just as well leave
in peace.
Although the weather during the
earlier part of the summer had been so
cold and ungenial that the swallows
evidently considered it was time for
them to be off, and were already con-
gregating for their winter migration, yet
a favourable change took place, of which
we, together with a couple of friends
who happened to be domiciled in the
neighbourhood, fortunately took advan-
tage, to make a three days' tour of the
island, — that being sufficient to give a
general notion of the coast scenery. As
it was perfectly successful, a slight
sketch of it (though it is far from our
intention to infringe on the handbook
department) may not be unacceptable
to others, who may be inclined to do
likewise.
We chartered a dog-cart for the con-
veyance of our small impedimenta, taking
a lift in it ourselves down hill and over
good level ground, while we walked the
rest. The first morning brought us to
Lamlash, where, though crammed, as
we expected, into somewhat confined
quarters, we luckily escaped both the
bathing-machines and the pigsty. This
being but a short drive (only ten miles),
we took out our leisure afternoon in a
visit to and bathe from Holy Island.
Next morning, having been joined by
an outlying member of our party, to
suit whose convenience we had pulled
up at Lamlash, we proceeded to Lag
(fifteen miles by the shore road, ten by
the hilly one across country), enjoying
by the way a delicious bathe just be-
yond Whiting bay. The inn at Lag,
universally well spoken of, appears to
be in excellent hands, and its tidiness
and the attention of the landlord and
his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy, made
us regret that we were obliged to halt
for the night further on. But the thing
which made the most indelible impres-
sion on our minds was the appearance
at luncheon-time of a Hebe and a bowl
of potatoes. Such a specimen of a High-
land Hebe, and such potatoes ! The
reader may remember, in Landseer's
" Bolton Abbey," the figure of a lassie
with a dish of fish. Let him picture to
himself the former as she there appears,
and for the latter substitute a bowl of
perfect potatoes — heaped up, ripe, mealy,
smoking, bursting through their skins
as though they had fairly split their
sides with laughing, and he will have
some notion of the figure that is graven
on our memories.
That evening took us on (about ten
miles) to Shedoe, a small and not very
interesting inn, whence starting (with
no great reluctance) next morning, we,
after devoting an hour en route to a
visit to King's Cove, going aver the hill
and returning round ii, so as to meet
the cart by the shore (a walk of itself
worth taking, to say nothing of the
Cave), we baited and bathed at Imo-
chair, a small roadside public, seven or
eight miles further on, where the slaty
rocks afford at low water most perfect
aquariums, well stocked with animal
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and vegetable life. A lovely walk and
drive of eight or nine miles brought us
to Loch Eanza, where a delay of nearly
a couple of hours, in consequence of
"some .gentlemen" (as we were told,
with a stress on the word " gentlemen "
as we fancied) having ordered dinner,
whilst we "had ordered only tea and
herrings," gave us plenty of time to
inspect the herring-boats, which, it
being Saturday, were all drawn up in
line, bows to shore, with a tall dark
screen of nets, perhaps a quarter of
a mile long, stretched before them — a
very striking sight. They are fine cheery
fellows those herring-fishermen. The
other day at Corrie a boat came in late,
after a coarse wet night, the men having
been delayed from their nets getting all
" harled up " by a sudden shift of wind,
and consequently almost wholly unsuc-
cessful, while other boats, in before
them, had done comparatively well.
One would have thought that if any-
thing could have soured their temper it
would have been this. But not a bit
of it. There they were, cracking jokes
with their more fortunate friends on
shore, describing the mess they had
got into, and telling how, while they
were hung up, the herrings were " all
in a boil round them, like a gale of
wind," just as jolly and good-humoured
as if the luck had been all on their
side.
"We left Loch Eanza as the sun was
setting over the castled bay and its
fleet of herring-boats, and in a couple
of hours found ourselves back in our
snug quarters at the Corrie Inn.
That scant justice has been done in
this cursory sketch to the beauties and
charms of this lovely island will be
felt by those who are acquainted with
her, and particularly by those who avail
themselves of the varied fields which
she opens to the artist, geologist, or
botanist; but it is, after all, no slight
proof that they must be considerable,
when their lotus-like influence induced
us to abandon the original purpose of
our expedition, and atibrded us, desul-
tory "loafers " as we were — there is no
more expressive term — without any de-
finite object of interest before us, such
great and continuous enjoyment as we
derived from them.
Circumstances obliging me to return
a few days afterwards (August 29th)
to England, I did so in the hope
that it might again be my good for-
tune to spend as pleasant a three
weeks as, having come northwards for
sport, I had thus passed without it in
Arran.
HISTOKY AKD CASUISTEY.
BY THE REV. P. D. MAURICE.
THERE is- a note at page 266 of Mr.
Froude's sixth volume which is of more
interest to the ethical than even to the
historical student ; of more interest to
the man who has to live and act in the
world than to any student. I have
heard severe comments upon it. I think
it may lead those who adopt its senti-
ments, without weighing them, to dan-
gerous conclusions and to an unsound
practice. I think those who simply
reject the doctrine of it as false and
immoral will be guilty of great injustice
No. 12. — VOL. ii.
to the author, will miss some valuable
truth which he might teach them, will
be in peril of the very error into which
they suspect him of falling. Having
spoken of the history generally with
much admiration, I should not have a
clear conscience if I did not express my
mind on this passage of it.
The subject of the chapter in which
the note occurs is, " The Eeconciliation
of England with Eome." The occasion
of the note itself is the part which Sir
"William Cecil took in that transaction.
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The Queen was, of course, most eager
for it. Her council resisted long.
Even Gardiner would have preferred
that Protestant doctrine should be put
down by the regal power, than by a
foreign Bishop. At last, however, even
the moderate or latitudinarian party
yielded. Pole, under certain conditions,
was to be received as a legate to Eng-
land, that he might accomplish the
object of his life. Lord Paget and Sir
Edward Hastings carried the commu-
nication of the council to him ; Sir
William Cecil accompanied them.
" Cecil had taken no formal part in Mary's
government, but his handwriting can be traced
in many papers of state ; and in the Irish
department he seems to have given his assist-
ance throughout the reign. In religion, Cecil,
like Paget, was a latitudinarian. His con-
formity under Mary has been commented upon
bitterly; but there is no occasion to be sur-
prised at his conduct ; no occasion, when one
thinks seriously of his position, to blame his
conduct. There were many things in the
Catholic creed of which Cecil disapproved;
and, when his opportunity came, he gave his
effectual assistance for the abolition of them ;
but, as long as that creed was the law of the
land, as a citizen he paid the law the respect
of external obedience.
" At present religion is no longer under the
control of law, and is left to the conscience.
To profess openly, therefore, a faith which we
do not believe, is justly condemned as hypo-
crisy. But wherever public law extends, per-
sonal responsibility is limited. A minority is
not permitted to resist the decisions of the
legislature on subjects in which the legislature
is entitled to interfere; and in the six-
teenth century opinion was as entirely under
rule and prescription as actions or things. Men
may do their best to improve the laws which
they consider unjust. They are not, under
ordinary circumstances, to disobey them as
long as they exist. However wide the basis of
a government, questions, nevertheless, will ever
rise between the individuals and the state —
questions, for instance, of peace or war, in
which the conscience has as much a voice as
any other subject ; where nevertheless, indi-
viduals, if they are in the minority, must
sacrifice their own opinions ; they must con-
tribute their war taxes without resistance;
if they are soldiers, they must take part as
combatants for a cause of which they are con-
vinced of the injustice. That is to say, they
must do things which it would be impious and
wicked in them to do, were they as free in
obligations as citizens as they are now free in
the religion which they will profess.
" This was the view in which the mass was
regarded by statesmen like Cecil, and generally
by many men of plain, straightforward under-
standing, who believed transubstantiation as
little as he. In Protestantism as a constructive
theology they had as little interest as in
Popery ; when the alternative lay between the
two, they saw no reason to sacrifice themselves
for either.
" It was the view of common sense. It was
not the view of a saint. To Latimer, also,
technical theology was indifferent — indifferent
in proportion to his piety. But he hated lies
— legalized or unlegalized — he could not tole-
rate them. The. counsels of perfection, how-
ever, lead to conduct, neither possible, nor,
perhaps, desirable for ordinary men." — Froude,
vol. vi. p. 266.
The general reflections which this note
contains are likely to make us forget
the special circumstance which has
given occasion to them. I must, how-
ever, observe, that if we admit Mr.
Froude's apology for Cecil's conformity
during the reign of Mary, it will be no
justification for his concurrence in the
work of reconciliation. He cared more
about the interests of the state than
about dogmas. Why then did he
sacrifice what he and the politicians of
his school believed to be the interests
of the State? Why did he help to
replace a foreign dogmatist upon a
throne from which he had been cast
down ? It was a question specially
concerning national government and in-
dependence. Mary and Philip were sur-
rendering to these religious maxims
about which Cecil, by the hypothesis, was
indifferent. I do not say that he may
not have found excuses for himself in
the thought that he was merely a
subordinate, or that better terms might
be made for the nation, if he and the
moderates took part in the measure.
One may imagine a number of such
pleas for which allowance should be
made in the case of other men, though
it is safer not to meddle with the like
ourselves. But the historian's argument
in mitigation is likely to make the sen-
tence, even of favourable judges, on
Cecil, more severe.
This, however, was an exceptional
violation of principle. I agree with
Mr. Froude that Cecil's general conduct
during Mary's reign ought not to be
tried by the rules of a divine, or to be
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treated as incompatible with the pro-
bity which we demand from a states-
man. I arrive at my conclusion in this
way. There are certain statesmen of the
19th century, to whom, without respect
of party feelings or private predilec-
tions, we ordinarily attribute more than
an average measure of honour and high
feeling, men who have proved by their
acts that they were willing to sacrifice
their own interest to what they regarded
as the public interest I ask myself what
these statesmen, judging from their acts
and words in our time, would have done
if they had been in the position of
Cecil. I see no proof whatever that they
would have behaved as he behaved in
the question of the reconciliation. But
I see strong proofs that they would
have been as little induced as he was,
by any consideration of the superior
dogmatical worth of Protestantism, to
refuse compliance with the belief of the
Sovereign, or to fight against one that
had established itself in the land.
I will take three examples of what I
mean. They are not, perhaps, the best,
and many more might be added. But
they are selected from different schools.
Those of whom I speak were, through
the greater part of their lives, either
openly, or in spirit and temper opposed
to each other ; they were as unlike as
possible in character and in education ;
they were alike in the qualities of
which I spoke before. These asser-
tions will be admitted when I name
Mr. Canning, Sir Francis Burdett, the
Duke of Wellington.
In one of the debates on the Eoman
Catholic disabilities, Mr. Canning said
he had no doubt that justification by
faith was the right doctrine, but that he
should suppose the idea of justification
by works would be more conducive to
ordinary civil morality. He spoke no
doubt as an advocate. The Roman
Catholics were at the time his clients.
Had he been in the position of a judge,
or had he been calmly reviewing histo-
rical facts, he might have owned that
the hope of securing the forgiveness of
Heaven by good deeds had prompted many
evil deeds ; had often led to a contempt
of common mundane honesty ; often to
a rebellion of the priest against the
magistrate. He might have owned that
Luther had done something with Ms
discourses about faith, however strange
and mystical they might be, to get rid
of these mischiefs. But though these
observations would have worked upon
him powerfully when he saw any actual
danger of a return to papal ascendancy,
he would never have been able to trans-
late his thoughts into the dialect of
theologians ; he would never have under-
stood what they meant.
The inference is inevitable. He
thought essentially as Sir William
Cecil thought. Not from cowardice,
not from any concession to expediency,
but, in obedience to his ordinary
maxims, he would have acted as Sir
William Cecil acted.
He was born and bred a statesman.
Sir Francis Burdett was an English
country gentleman by nature, whatever
he became through the lore and wit of
Home Tooke. When that influence
had in some degree subsided, and he
had passed into his second phase of
advanced Whiggism, he undertook, it
will be remembered, the charge of the
Roman Catholic claims, which had been
before entrusted to Mr. Plunket. In
opening the question, I think in 1828,
he used words to this effect (I doubt not
they may be read in " Hansard," but I
happened to hear them, and the tone
and bearing of the speaker were a com-
mentary upon them which I cannot
forget.) "It seems to me, Mr. Speaker,
scarcely a gentlemanly thing — I own
' I do not like it — after one has been in
' friendly intercourse with some Catho-
lic, to go up to the table of this
' house and say that he is holding
abominable and damnable tenets."
That language expressed, I should sup-
pose, the very heart of the man. Tran-
substantiation was a long word, cover-
ing a difficult subject. The intercourse
between man and man, at the dinner-
table and on the hunting-field, was a real
thing. One meant something to him,
the other almost nothing. Some men
in this day who have learat a difficult
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language may call his worldly. I
fancy it was less worldly because more
sincere than some of that which has
displaced it. He had a moral standard,
if not the highest ; one is not always
sure whether those who affect a higher
have any at all.
The Duke of Wellington is a still
stronger instance. He became a states-
man ; he had many of the qualities of
the English country gentleman ; but
he was formed in the camp. Notions of
military discipline determined to a great
degree his thoughts of civil policy, of
ordinary morality, and of divinity. We
all know how he felt and acted in refer-
ence to one great question of his day.
He had no notion of admitting Roman
Catholics to any civil privileges, from
which the law had excluded them,
merely on some general theory or
dogma of toleration. People ought to
keep step and preserve marching order.
If they would not, he cared little about
the particular scruples which were the
excuses for their irregularity. The
thing that existed should be upheld.
The Government must be carried on.
But if the State was endangered by
withholding civil privileges from Roman
Catholics, the Prime Minister must not
let his own crotchets, his liking to be
thought consistent, his party, anything
whatever, stand in the way of his con-
ceding them. Such was the unvarying
maxim of the Duke's life, leading of
necessity to some variable acts, but in
itself entitling him to the name of a
man of principle, warranting the belief
which his countrymen formed of him,
that he worshipped duty with a pro-
found and habitual worship. It is clear,
I think, that he would have considered
it a part of that worship to support
the Queen's Government, whether the
Queen was Mary, Elizabeth, or Victoria ;
any points of doctrine in which they
might differ from each other in any
wise notwithstanding.
If I extended this observation so as
to make it include the late Sir Robert
Peel, bred though he was under Oxford
divines, and in Oxford Protestant dog-
matism, I believe a majority of those
who observed his course of action would
agree with me. So that Mr. Froude
may have a stronger case in defence of
his hero than he has himself made out.
But then, what would become of hia
second paragraph, wherein he draws a
distinction between the sixteenth cen-
tury and the nineteenth, and affirms
that what would be hypocrisy in one
time was not hypocrisy in the other?
" Religion," he says, " is no longer under
"the control of the law, but is left to
"the conscience." If he means that
lawgivers and statesmen have not as
much hope of coercing religious opinions
by law in the nineteenth century as
some of them had in the sixteenth, he
is maintaining a proposition which few
will dispute. But how does that propo-
sition affect the subject ? We are not
speaking of the means which men took
to bring those who differed from them
into conformity with one opinion or ano-
ther, but of the principles on which
they regulated their own conformity.
The Duke of Wellington did not care
to persecute ; neither did Cecil. One
as much as the other conceived of reli-
gion as an instrument for making men
well-behaved and orderly, disliked any-
thing passing under the name which
they supposed led to ill -behaviour or
disorder. I cannot perceive the differ-
ence. Neither do I understand as a
general principle what is meant by reli-
gion being under the control of law in
one age, and left to the conscience in
another. Religion is a Roman word, not a
word of the Old or the New Testament.
It must be interpreted by Roman
rules and Roman habits. So inter-
preted, it will always, I conceive, in-
volve the idea of obligation, of obliga-
tion to some authority or some law. It
may be an obligation to the highest
authority or to a secondary authority;
to the highest law, or merely to a state
law. It may be an obligation to a good
power, or to an evil power. It may be
an obligation on the senses or the fears,
or upon the conscience, the will, the
reason. But whichever be its force I
cannot give any distinct meaning to
Mr. Froude's antithesis. His compa-
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rison cannot be one of periods ; it must
be one of corresponding classes in those
periods. There are many in our time
who, like the Duke of Wellington,
habitually regard the preservation of
the established order of a society
as their paramount duty. There are
those who would sacrifice the order of
society to tastes, notions, habits, preju-
dices of their own. There are those
who believe that there is a permanent
eternal order, which ascends above the
existing established order, and therefore
transcendently above all their own
fancies, judgments, opinions ; who reve-
rence the order of the State for the sake
of that higher order, and as a witness of
it; who would never offend the one
except when they feel that they are
under a stern necessity of asserting the
other. There were men answering to
all these classes in the England of the
sixteenth century. No one has shown
this more clearly and powerfully than
Mr. Froude. He has exhibited to us
the man of crotchets, of private judg-
ments, who, for the sake of an opinion
about a surplice, would disturb a nation
and perplex men's moral principles.
He has shown us, as he expresses it so
well in this note, men who hated "lies,
" legalised or unlegalised, who could
"not tolerate them, who died rather
" than seem to tolerate them ; " men,
I will add, who hated lies because they
believed in a truth which neither
they, nor all the states in the world,
could alter in the least degree. Mr.
Froude has told us facts which are
even more consolatory. He has shown
us how men like Hooper, who carried
with them some of the bad leaven of
the one class, were purified in the fire
till they were made real witnesses — not
for their opinions, but for God. On the
other hand, he shows how some of those
who had been most pertinacious in their
zeal for points either of doctrine or of
behaviour, who had most denounced
their brethren as temporisers, were the
first to apostatize in the day of trial, the
first to show that they had really be-
lieved nothing. It is most important
that a phrase like that by which Mr.
Froude has divided the sixteenth from
the nineteenth century should not de-
prive us of these encouragements and
these warnings ; should not lead us to
think that we live under a different
dispensation from the statesmen and
Churchmen in the days of the Tudors.
If our historian has supplied a cor-
rection of his own ethical statements in
his narratives of facts and his biographies
of men, he has made that correction
still stronger and more valuable by an.
analogy which at first we might ba
disposed to treat as unfortunate and
dangerous. He has referred us to those
numerous questions concerning which
the judgment of the individual is not at
one with the judgment of the State of
which he is a member and which he
serves. The most striking of these
questions concerns the duties of a
soldier. A man is pledged to fight
for his country, whatever wars his
country may engage in. Some of them
seem to him unjust. Mr. Froude pro-
nounces that soldiers are bound to do
as they have engaged to do, but that
it would be "impious and wicked" for
them to take this course " if they were
" as free in their obligations as soldiers
"as they are now free in the religion
" which they will profess."
Every reader Avill be startled by these
words when he first meets with them.
He will feel as if they had brought
before him a tremendous practical con-
tradiction. He will be apt to say to
himself, " I may be very free in the
' religion which I profess ; but that reli-
' gion which I profess, whether I am a
'Koman Catholic, an English Church-
' man, or Protestant Dissenter, will not
' leave me free to do a wrong thing. If
' it is wrong for me to fight in a certain
' cause, it tells me that I must not fight
' in that cause ; if it is right for me to
'fight, it tells mo that I must fight.
' How then can I separate this reli-
' gious profession from these civil or
'military obligations?" Here is one
difficulty which is sure to present itself
to a man some time in the course of his
life. It is the very difficulty which has
led many British officers to fear the in-
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troduction of any instruction, but more
especially of strong religious instruction,
among their men. May not questions
be raised by this instruction, which
would greatly interfere with their mili-
tary obedience 1
Mr. Froude's own words force these
thoughts upon us. " Wicked " and
"impious" are religious epithets. They
presume a man to be recognising some
religious authority or principle. On the
other hand the corresponding phrase is
ambiguous. What is meant by being
free in our obligations as citizens ? Be-
fore a citizen is at liberty to make his
own judgment the rule of his actions
he must be free from his obligations as
a citizen. Introduce that slight and
necessary emendation, and the whole
argument, as Mr. Froude has stated it,
becomes a reductio ad absurdum. A
man freeing himself from the obligations
of a citizen is, ipso facto, an impious and
wicked man. A man who will acknow-
ledge no authority .but his own is an
enemy of the human race ; and he is no
greater enemy of any man than of him-
self. Is, then, the condition to which
we have "now" come, in respect of
our religious profession, one which be-
comes utterly ridiculous and monstrous
when it is applied to any subject except
that 1 Does the freedom which we have
acquired in our religious' profession
render that profession utterly inopera-
tive upon any moral acts ' except to con-
fuse them and make them utterly incon-
sistent 1
Mr. Froude has done us an im-
mense service in leading us to face this
difficulty. We have been tampering
with it and playing with it, and the
effect upon our conduct and character
has been most disastrous. If we
begin from • the case of the soldier,
I think we shall find that the first
conclusion of the simplest man accords
with the last conclusion of the most
thoughtful and reflecting man. The
soldier enlists in the service of his
country, belie vring it to be a good ser-
vice ; not doubting that he ought to
fight for his country ; leaving to wiser
men the decision of what the country
should do or should not do. He ac-
quires more light ; doubts are excited
in his mind which were not there be-
fore. " Governments do very wrong
' things sometimes. Will his eonsci-
' ence let him do what Governments
' prescribe 1 Must .he not resolve for
' himself whether we are right in hold-
' ing India or attacking China 1 " This
is an unhappy condition of mind. I do
not wonder :that that those who ob-
serve all the mawkishness and uncer-
tainty which accompany it, — who see the
worse than weakness which may follow
from it — should dread any influences
that may possibly lead to it. But let
them be sure that it is a transitional
state of mind ; that only hasty measures
for crushing it can fix it into a perma-
nent one ; that the dangers of it will
always be counteracted by the very
causes which have excited them ; that
the true remedy for it lies in a more
enlarged education and .a stronger
faith. There is always bewilderment
in the awakening of any man's con-
science. The visions of the night
mingle with the voice which announces
that it is morning. The half-sleeper fan-
cies that all are sleeping and dreaming
except himself. Conscience becomes
strangely mingled with conceit ; his
judgments are infallible. When his
conscience speaks more distinctly, it re-
bukes nothing so much as this very
conceit. It whispers no lesson to him
so certainly as that he is a fool. It
tells him that> till he has risen out of his
own private separate judgment, he can
do nothing that is right, think nothing
that is right. It reminds him of his
relation to other beings ; of his depend-
ence upon them. It tells him of a
truth which is theirs as well as his ;
which is infinitely precious to all men ;
for the sake of which each man must
be content to sacrifice himself.
How do these lessons present them-
selves to the mind of the soldier 1 You
fancy he must make some fine meta-
physical division of himself; that he
must say, "As soldier I think and act
" so and so ; as a man I think and act
" quite differently." J^o such miserable
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refinement will enter into his mind
unless you put it there. His work as a
soldier is his work as a man. It is
the work which he is called to do.
If he were a legislator, he must do the
work of legislation. He must shrink
from no toil to find out what the duty
of England is to China or India ; he
must be drawn aside from the task of
resolving by no traditions, party feel-
ings, personal feelings, by no engage-
ment in tasks which are not his. He
who would desert his post as a soldier
to speculate about India or China would
desert his post as a legislator, to per-
form some freak in India or China. In
each case the deserter from his rank is a
deserter from the cause of truth. In
each case he who serves his country
most zealously in his vocation, serves
Truth best. He has faith in a true
God. He can commit his judgments
to Him. If they are right, He will
give effect to them. Nothing can be
done to establish them by neglecting
a plain obvious duty. He cannot change
his country's mind, if it is a wrong
mind ; he will only make it worse by
doing wrong himself. On then, with
a, clear heart, for life or death. The
origin of the battle is not his ; the
result is not his. All he can do is to
fulfil his trust, and throw himself
away.
These are no fancies or refinements.
This is the process by which the plain
brave citizen and soldier is led out of
fancies and refinements into the honest
performance of his task. He does not
perform it better because he is a
machine, he performs it worse. There
is nothing to rouse the energy of a
machine. He must pass into something
else before he can respond to any true
war-cry. An appeal to his hearth and
home would be utterly lost upon him, if
it did not rouse him to know that he
is not a machine. Whilst he still half-
suspects himself to be one, he is liable
to all those sudden and bewildering im-
pressions to which I have alluded ; those
from which he only escapes when he
begins to forget himself in the belief
and worship of the God of his fathers.
It has been impossible to speak fully
of this subject without intruding upon
the other; so artificial is the barrier
which Mr. Froude has raised between
the man in his two characters of a
citizen and a worshipper; so obvious
would that impossibility be if for
worshipper he had not substituted the
phrase of one who professes a reli-
gion.
The confusion between the conceits of
our own mind and the conscience which
bears witness for an immutable law that
governs them, has become very serious
in our Protestant community. That so
clear-sighted a man as Mr. Froude
should have yielded to it is a great
proof of its power and prevalency. But
it is beginning to be shaken in those who
have entertained it most. Protestants
are discovering that very inconvenient
private judgments may be exercised in
favour of the vestments and practices of
the Scarlet Lady as well as against them.
They are appealing impatiently to State
authority, to ecclesiastical authority, to
mob authority, against those private
judgments. Bystanders who do not
concur in these appeals — who adhere
strictly to the maxim that private
opinions, however much they may in-
terfere with public peace can never be
reached by the public sword — feel, never-
theless, that the man of any school who
habitually confounds his own opinions
with truth will cease to believe in
truth, will lose all power of distinguish-
ing between the accidental and the es-
sential, the temporary and the perma-
nent ; will become the slave of trifles,
and if opportunity enables him, a perse-
cutor on behalf of them ; will indemnify
himself for the insecurity of his conclu-
sions, by injuring, so far as in him lies,
those who do not adopt them. In fact,
the noble assertion of a right to think,
the right to be human, which our ances-
tors made, is rapidly passing into the
right not to think, but simply to hold
an opinion, because it is ours, against all
invasions of thought, against all com-
munion with other minds. That right
no doubt belongs to the free-born
Englishman; but, as was once re-
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marked in reference to the kindred
and equally inalienable right of talking
nonsense, the seldoraer he exercises it
the better.
That apparent opposition between the
strongest convictions of the statesman
and the strongest convictions of the
Churchman, upon which I have dwelt
in this article, is leading our minds in
the same direction as these observa-
tions. Mr. Froude, considering that
opposition as belonging peculiarly to the
sixteenth century, takes Cecil as adopt-
ing " the view of common sense," Lati-
mer as following " the counsels of per-
fection." I believe that this language
is very misleading, and that it is not in
harmony with the facts from which it is
deduced I should say that just so far as
the statesman of either period understood
his own position, he was bearing witness
for plain morality and political order
against all which seemed to him to stand
in the way of either, whether that pro-
ceeded from mere animal lawlessness or
from spiritual subtleties. If he sees
almost nothing beyond the law and the
customs of the State in which he is
living, these he is determined at any
price, against any persons whatsoever,
to uphold. This may be called the
view of common sense. I do not object
to the phrase. Common sense is the
opposite of private sense, of idiotic
sense, which some will affirm is no sense
at all. But then I say that Latimer
and such as he were the asserters of this
common sense more perfectly than the
statesman was. I say that they per-
ceived a point at which the common
sense of the statesman became a partial
and narrow sense ; and that they ap-
pealed to something more common, more
universal, less capable of being limited by
private tastes and judgments. I say that
they did this because they followed no
counsels of perfection, aspired to be no
saints ; but, seeing that the question
before them was whether they should
worship God or the devil, swore in God's
strength that they would worship Him
and not the dtvil, whichever way their
private judgment might incline.
If this be so, the man who takes
Latimer's course and the best English
statesman, whether they understand one
another or not, are working for the same
end, and each is necessary for the sup-
port and correction of the other. If
the William Cecil of Queen Elizabeth's
reign was nobler in his policy, nobler
even as a man than the same Cecil in
Queen Mary's reign, he had Latimer and
the martyrs to thank for his elevation.
They had taught him that there is such
a thing as truth, and that whatever were
his temptations as a politician and a
diplomatist to lie, he must in some
sort in his own vocation aim at truth
and try to be true. The Eobert Cecil
whom he begat had been brought up
amid no such lessons. Therefore he
became a cleverer and a poorer states-
man than his father, fit to aid the state-
craft of a Stuart king, totally unfit to
cope with the earnest convictions of the
Stuart period. In our day, I believe,
the other side of the truth comes out.
The maxims of the statesman may de-
grade the Churchman, may lead him to
think that there is nothing better for him
than to become a tool of the State, and
to receive its hire. But they may cure
him of some of his own delusions, they
may break in pieces some of his peculiar
idols. The common sense of such a man
as the Duke of Wellington may teach
us that if we have not common sense —
that if we are only pursuing some partial
technical sense — we are worthy of his
scorn, even if we dignify that partial
technical sense as a counsel of perfec-
tion. It may teach us that there is
need in this day, as much as there was
in Mary's days, of men who look to a
higher judgment than their own, or
than all the judgments upon earth. If
we have not such men, I believe that
statesmanship will wither, almost as
rapidly as churchmanship ; that Pro-
testantism and Catholicism will alike
terminate in Atheism.
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