Benjamin Kidd
Kidd, Benjamin
The United States and the Control of the Tropics
721-727
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ATLANTIC MONTHLY:
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VOL. LXXXIL DECEMBER, 1898. No. CUUCXCIV~
THE UNITED STATES AND THE CONTROL OF THE TROPICS.
THE editor of The Atlantic Monthly
has written me the following letter
In your suggestive volume on the
control of the tropics you declare it futile
that any first-class world-power should
hope in the future to fold its hands and
stand aloof from the tropics. You say
that there can be no choice in the matter,
and that with the filling up of the tem-
perate regions and the continued devel-
opment of industrialism, rivalry for the
trade of the tropics will be the largest
factor in the era upon which we are en-
tering. You declare that, by reason of
past experience, we have now come face
to face with the following conclusions
regarding the tropics:
The ethical development that has
taken place in our civilization has ren-
dered the experiment once made to de-
velop their resources by forced native
labor no longer possible, or permissible,
even if possible.
We have already abandoned, un-
der pressure of experience, the idea,
which at one time prevailed, that the
tropical regions might be occupied and
permanently colonized by European
races, as vast regions in the temperate
climes have been.
Within a measurable period in the
future, and under pressure of experience,
we shall probably also have to abandon
the idea, which has in like manner pre-
vailed for a time, that the colored races,
left to themselves, possess the qualities ne-
cessary to the development of the rich re-
sources of the lands they have inherited.
The only method left, therefore, in
your opinion, is that the tropics must be
governed from a base in the temperate
regions; and, in particular, and in
this you make a new departure, be
governed by the nations which undertake
such work as a trust for civilization.
This solution of the problem of the
tropics Great Britain has begun to make
in the case of Egypt. But Great Brit-
ain is already a world-wide empire, and
has developed by long experience the
methods and machinery for exercising
such control.
You refrain, in your book on the
control of the tropics, no doubt pur-
posely, from saying whether, in your
judgment, the United States has incurred
obligations by her victory over Spain to
take a share in the development of the
tropics, and whether the United States is
politically able to enter upon such a ca-
reer. The body of opinion in the United
States that opposes a policy of expan-
sion bases its objections on these three
propositions: (1) that the traditions of
the United States are directly and strong-
ly opposed to a policy of expansion, and
have been so opposed from George Wash-
ingtons Farewell Address to the present
time; (2) that a dangerous if not an
insuperable practical difficulty to a pol-
icy of expansion is found in the ineffi-
cient civil service of the United States;
and (3) that the control of colonies is
illogical for the United States, because
such a policy directly contradicts the
fundamental proposition on which the
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republican form of government rests,
that it shall consist only of self-govern-
ing commonwealths. In view of these
objections, do you bold that the United
States could safely enter upon a policy
of expansion?
The questions asked in this letter are
so very important, and bear so closely
upon a great public issue about which
it is the right and duty of the people
of the United States alone to express a
direct opinion, that I feel some difficulty
in replying to them. Let me take the
propositions in order, and deal first with
the policy of expansion. I have recently
been traveling over a large part of the
United States, particularly in the West.
I have been as far west as the Pacific
coast, passing over two main lines of
communication, out one way and back
another, stopping at various places, and
living amongst the people a good deal.
On this subject of expansion I talked
with the people generally. It was im-
possible to avoid the subject. I was
struck by two great bodies of opinion, as
I might call them, on the question of ex-
pansion. One of these I might describe
as being a sort of unreasoning body of
opinion; that is to say, it has not been
reasoned out. It takes the shape in the
popular mind of a pronounced and even
intense feeling that in this matter of ex-
pansion the duty of the United States is
clear. Ask the farmers and business
men in the West why the course which
they propose is the duty of America.
They will give no direct reason or logical
reason, as far as I could find out. But
they are, nevertheless, perfectly decided
about one thing, and that is that this
thing has got to be done. You ask,
What thing? and they reply, Why,
that America should keep a stiff upper
lip to the world; should hold that which
she has not sought, but which has come
to her; should keep what she has got.
She must, in short, in a favorite phrase,
be true to her own destiny.
Now that is one body of opinion.
There is also another great body of
opinion, largely prevaihiiig amongst the
reasoning classes in the United States.
Many men of this class undoubtedly hold
strongly that the government is about
to embark upon a very responsible ex-
periment, perhaps an experiment in
which there is a considerable element of
danger.
With regard to the first body of opin-
ion, which is a serious force it seemed to
me in most places, I tried to explain to
myself what this feeling is which finds
expression as the destiny of America
now to be carried forward in a policy of
expansion. I can only put the matter
in the shape in which it has presented
itself to my own mind.
To get at the underlying meaning of
that great phase of world-development
which is now culminating in the United
States, it would appear to be necessary
to go a little distance back into the past:
we must take up the threads of European
history. As European history is coming
to be understood at the present day,
there is a principle which is gradually
emerging into the view of the student,
and growing clearer and clearer even to
the general mind. If we look back over
a short period it may perhaps fail to at-
tract attention, but when we extend the
view over a few centuries there can be
no mistaking it. At first sight this his-
toric principle of development or prin-
ciple of movement in European affairs
may be described as the gradual move-
ment of power northward; when it is
regarded more closely, it is possible to
see that it is something more than this.
Underneath all the outward national quar-
rels of Europe there has been going on
for centuries what is really a strugglo
between what we might call the Latin
type of civilization, represented by the
southern races, and that type of civiliza-
tion which has been developed in north-
ern Europe.
We first catch sight of it early in the
The United States and the Control of the Tropics.
history of the German Empire. It may
be seen there how German unity was a
sort of ideal which the German people
had put before them a long way back in
the centuries; how the German people
sought to realize that ideal; and how the
German people were constantly thwarted
by a set of influences from southern
Europe, in which at first the influence of
Spain, and later the influence of Austria,
predcminated. It has been only in our
own time that the ideal of German unity
has been realized, and the rise of Prus-
sia becomes, as Professor Acton sees it,
the most significant historical phenome-
non in the history of modern Continental
Europe. Again, we see Spain joined in
a tremendous world - struggle with the
Dutch. It is impossible to read Motleys
History of the Dutch Republic without
vividly feeling what a momentous strug-
gle it was, and with what cost to the
Netherlands it was waged. Although the
Dutch emerged from it eventually victo-
rious, and were for some time afterward
a leading power in Europe, much of the
life - blood of the people had certainly
been sucked.
Finally the conflict may be observed
in its last and most significant phase. To
take up the threads we must go a little
distance back to where we find Spain con-
fronting England in Elizabethan times,
with apparently an overwhelming advan-
tage o~i the side of the former country.
Slowly the outwardly stronger power
goes down, and toward the end of the
eighteenth century it is France, with
Spain behind her, which stands confront-
ing England throughout the world. Even
yet historians have scarcely fathomed
the meaning of the great struggle that
culminated in what is known as the Na-
poleonic wars. Up to recent times Pro-
fessor Seeley has probably been the only
English historian who has risen to the
philosophical position of seeing that that
contest was in reality a duel, in which
France, with Spain behind her, had
joined with England for the future of the
world, a duel in which the real is~sue
was whether Latin civilization or that
kind of civilization with which England
had become identified was to be predom-
inant. The whole Napoleonic era, as
Seeley puts it, was but a struggle against
the world-expansion of the English prin-
ciple, and Napoleon tried to conquer
the whole continent of Europe because
he realized that he could not otherwise
conquer England.
The cost of the conflict to England
was enormous. It is impossible to give
figures which would bring home to the
mind the real extent of the sacrifices
made. Toward the close of the war
Great Britains population was about
17,000,000. But before peace was re-
stored that comparatively small nation,
at a period when money was very scarce
and of higher value than it is now, had
incurred a national debt of about $4,000,-
000,000.
It is not yet perceived in America
that one of the principal results of this
prolonged struggle has been, not the se-
cession of the United States from Eng-
land, which was but an incident and of
the nature of a development, but rather
that the North American continent of
the present day speaks English, and not
French; and that the immense inherit-
ance of that continent belongs to the type
of civilization which the United States
now represents, and not to any other type.
But to present the history of this de-
velopment in its next chapter w~ have
to take a large canvas; for it is neces-
sary to find room for the whole North
American continent. Looking at the
map of North America immediately
before the period when the United
States began its career as a nation, we
have a remarkable spectacle. A little
fringe of English-speaking people, some
5,000,000 in number, occupied the terri-
tory along the Atlantic seaboard. The
French occupied the broad hinterland
of the Mississippi Valley. The Span-
iards were in possession in the south;
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724 The United States and the Control of the Tropics.
they held also the great territories along
the Pacific seaboard. This English-
speaking territory is little more than a
patch on the map, surrounded by terri-
tories belonging to one or other of almost
all the leading powers of Europe. Yet
we look again toward the end of the
nineteenth century, and a wonderful
transformation has taken place; a later
and vaster chapter of the world-move.
ment, of which we had the opening
chapters in another hemisphere, has
been enacted. North, south, west, from
Atlantic to Pacific, from seaboard to sea-
board, the great wave of English-speak-
ing civilization has flowed, submerging,
nay, obliterating all other forms. Not a
square mile of territory, once won, has
ever been given back. The meaning of
Washingtons Farewell Address, deliv-
ered when the United States contained
only about 6,000,000 people, surrounded
on every side by hostile powers and hos-
tile natural conditions, appears to be
lost when the 6,000,000 have grown to
70,000,000, and are already reckoning
the day when they will be 200,000,000.
The people whom Henry Adams de-
scribed as living at the beginning of the
nineteenth century in an isolation like
that of the Jutes and Angles of the fifth
century have tamed a continent, have
covered it with a vast network of the
most magnificent railroads in the world,
have grown to be the largest and most
homogeneous nation on the face of the
earth, with a great world-movement be-
hind it, and certainly a great world-part
in the future before it. It is because the
man in the Western states to-day, in a
dim instinctive way, realizes these things,
because he has himself been in the midst
of this development, and has even been
a factor in it, that he seems to be willing
to take the risks which more theoretical
minds hesitate at. That was the answer
which I gave myself. To look closer at
the matter is only to have the importance
of it brought home with increased force.
The struggle above described has been
going on ever since, and it is but the last
phase of it that we have had in America
in the recent war with Spain. Yet the
conditions are slowly changing. A lead-
ing factor in the future history of the
world is that it is the probable destiny
of the United States, at no distant time,
to become the leading section of the
English-speaking world; nay, not only
that, but to become the leading world-
power of the next century. Now, if the
United States is going to be a great world-
power in the next century, it would seem
to be almost impossible to conceive that
it will be able to escape the effect of its
connection with what are really world-
principles, and these world-principles will
involve very important relationships to
the world in the future. The first mat-
ter with which it will undoubtedly be
concerned is the trade of the world.
It is not possible to conceive the North
American continent as occupied by per-
haps 200,000,000 people in the near fu-
ture, without considering these inhabit-
ants as having behind them a world-trade.
Some persons seem to think that a coun-
try may have an export trade without
an import trade. It is an economic law
that even that is impossible. When we
come to look at the world of the present
day, it may be seen at once that most
of the developments that have gone on
in the past have been those which have
taken place in the temperate regions.
We of the more vigorous races have
been occupied during the last century or
two with colonizing, spreading ourselves
over, and taming the temperate regions
of the world. That era, it would seem,
will not last much longer; it is slowly
but surely coming to a close. Within a
time which many of us will live to see,
the American continent will be settled
up; it is very nearly settled up already,
in the agricultural sense. The next era
of expansion, which we are almost in
the midst of, is the great era of indus-
trial expansion, manufacturing expan-
sion, an era of expansion which will
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undoubtedly bring the United States into
very important relations with the trade
of the world. The people of the United
States will be driven to seek the widest
possible outside market for their indus-
trial productions; they must be able to
buy raw material in outside markets; and
they will have behind them, as they will
come to realize more and more clearly,
a great history, for they will be the lead-
ing representatives of definite principles
in the development of the world.
Now let us see what this trade means.
It would seem that there can be little
doubt that the trade of the world in the
future will be largely a trade with the
tropics. The tropics are naturally the
most richly endowed portion of the world.
Under proper conditions of administra-
tion, the possibilities of production in
the tropics are immensely greater than
the possibilities of production in the
temperate regions. Even with the ex-
tremely unfavorable conditions which at
present prevail in the tropics, as I have
elsewhere tried to show, our civilization
already rests to a large extent on its
trade with the tropics. As regards
Americas share in this trade, I may re-
peat here the analysis that I have al-
ready made in my little volume:
Looking down the import list [of the
United States] for 1895, and taking the
fifteen heads under which the largest
values were imported, we find that they
include some two thirds of the total im-
ports of the United States. A glance
at the principal commodities is sufficient
to show to what an enormous extent the
produce of the tropics is represented.
Here the two items which stand at the
top of the list are coffee and sugar, of
which the imports were valued at, respec-
tively, $96,000,000 and $76,000,000.
The value of the imports of these two
articles alone does not fall very far short
of one fourth of the total value of the
imports of the United States for the year
in question. If we add to it the values
under three other heads, namely, (1)
india rubber, (2) tobacco, and (3) tea,
we have a total of about $221,000,-
000. If we endeavor to deal with the
whole import list, and seek to distin-
guish what proportion of the total im-
ports of the United States comes from
the region embraced between latitude
300 north and 30~ south of the equator,
we get a total value of, approximate-
ly, $250,000,000 from tropical regions.
This is over one third of the entire im-
ports of the United States, the total for
the year from all sources being $731,-
000,000. In the case of the exports of
the United States the currents of trade
are somewhat different, about forty-seven
per cent of the entire export trade being
with the United Kingdom. But of the
remainder, the export trade to the tropics
forms a large proportion, amounting in
all to, approximately, $96,000,000.
Adding together, therefore, the ex-
ports and imports of the United States,
we have a remarkable analysis of the
entire trade of the country as follows :
Trade of the United States in
1895 with the tropics . . . $346,000,000
With the English-speaking world
(not including British tropics) 657,000,000
Total with the tropics and Eng-
lish-speaking world. . . . $1,003,000,000
With the rest of the world . . 535,000,000
Gross total $1,538,000,000
If we exclude consideration of trade
within the English-speaking regions, the
total trade of the United States with
the tropics in 1895 was $346,000,000
as against $535,000,000 with the re-
mainder of the world. This is a very
striking and pregnant fact when we con-
sider existing conditions. It must al-
ways be kept in view, too, that no nation
can remain permanently indifferent to
the condition of a country with which it
has large and vital trade relations. Al-
though the United States interfered in
Cuba in the cause of humanity, it must
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be remembered that it was the close
trade connection of the American people
with the island which directly and f or-
cibly compelled the attention of the pub-
lie mind to what was taking place there.
For all these reasons, it seems hard to
believe that the traditions of the past,
which opposed a policy of expansion on
the part of the United States, will ope-
rate with the same force in the future.
For the same reason that expansion
appears to the Western man to be inev-
itable, there is a disposition to regard
with equanimity the apparently insu-
perable practical difficulty to a policy of
expansion in the inefficient civil service
of the United States. One of the most
remarkable, and, if I mistake not, one
of the most healthy symptoms of public
life in America, is a disposition to regard
with a cheerful optimism those problems
of government which do so much to de-
press the English observer. As yet,
America probably has not taken serious-
ly in hand the treatment of these pro-
blems, and the results will likely enough
be striking when the task is earnestly
undertaken. The United States is the
highest, and yet the youngest, of all po-
litical organisms in the world, an or-
ganism with a promise and a potentiality
behind it of which there has been no
previous parallel; but it has hardly had
time to attend to the problems, the slow
solution of which has taken hundreds of
years in other countries. There seems
to be no insurmountable reason why there
should not be as efficient a civil service in
the United States as there is in England.
The principle which has been followed
in England has been the keeping of the
permanent civil service, abroad even
more than at home, apart from the tra-
ditions and influences of political parties.
In England the one consistent idea which,
through all outward forms, has in late
years been behind the institution of the
higher Indian civil service on existing
lines is that, even where it is equally
open to natives with Europeans through
competitive examination, entrance to it
shall be made through a British univer-
sity. In other words, it is the best and
most distinctive product that England
can give, the higher ideals and stan-
dards of her universities, which is made
to feed the inner life from which the
British administration of India proceeds.
In the United States, the university
system of education has already reached
a kind of development which is far in ad-
vance of anything that we have in Eng-
land. There is a magnificent recruiting-
ground existing from which to build up
a civil service with high traditions of
public duty. If the nation rises to the
level of the occasion, insists on going
straight in this matter from the begin-
ning, there seem to be all the possibili-
ties of the very best results. But it will
be necessary to pay salaries adequate to
the positions and responsibilities of the
officials. In England there is a motto
to the effect that power must be paid.
If it is not paid by the state, it tends to
pay itself, directly or indirectly, from
other sources, and to serve the interests,
not of the state, but of those who pay it.
As to the question implied in the third
proposition I have no right to reply. It
is a matter exclusively for the American
people. I would point out, however, that
in this question the control of colonies
by the United States is spoken of. One
of the leading principles that I have tried
to enunciate in my book on the control
of the tropics is that such territories can
never be colonies; that the white man
can never be acclimatized in the tropics;
that such regions must continue to be
permanently peopled by their natural in-
habitants; and that the highest duty of
the civilized power that undertakes re-
sponsibility in relation thereto is to see
that they shall be governed, not in the
interest of the governing power, but as
a trust for civilization.
As to the logic of the situation, that
is also a matter solely for the American
people. Yet it is one of the deepest
The Name of Old Glory. 1898. 727
truths of philosophy that the meaning
of living things cannot be put into logical
formulas. The spirit behind the Consti-
tution of the United States is probably
one of the most vital and healthy things
in the world; and yet, under the Con-
stitution itself, there are already the most
illogical results. One of the funda-
mental principles of government in the
United States is the assumption of the
right of every citizen to liberty and the
pursuit of happiness. The negro is a
citizen of the United States, and yet in
some states of the Union he is forbid-
den to marry a citizen of a different
color. The Indian is a ward of the
United States, and not a citizen; and
the Chinaman is forbidden a vote. All
this is illogical. But it is not therefore
wrong; and the fact rempins that the
spirit behind the American Constitution
is probably one of the healthiest forces
in the world. The intense feeling of
the Western man that there is a mean-
ing and a reason behind a policy of ex-
pansion which cannot be put into formu.
las which it is not even necessary to
put into formulas has more in it than
appears on the surface; it may be near-
er to the real meaning of things than
the most thoroughly reasoned argument.
We have not had a more philosophical
historian in England than Professor See-
ley, certainly none who has understood
better the meaning of the principles be-
hind the expansion of the English-speak-
ing races. It was he who, writing about
such principles, delivered himself of this
remarkable saying: In a truly living
institution the instinct of development
is wiser than the utterances of the wis-
est individual man. That is the West-
ern mans conclusion put into the phi-
losophy of the historian.
Benjamin Kidd.
THE NAME OF OLD GLORY. 1898.
When, why, and by whom, was our flag The Stars and Stripes first called Old Glory?
DAILY QUERY TO PREss.
I.
OLD GLORY! say, who,
By the ships and the crew,
And the long, blended ranks of the Gray and the Blue,
Who gave you, Old Glory, the name that you bear
With such pride everywhere,
As you cast yourself free to the rapturous air,
And leap out full length, as we re wanting you to?
Who gave you that name, with the ring of the same,
And the honor and fame so becoming to you?
Your stripes stroked in ripples of white and of red,
With your stars at their glittering best overhead
By day or by night
Their delightfulest light
Laughing down from their little square heaven of blue!
Who gave you the name of Old Glory say, who
Who gave you the name of Old Glory?
The old banner lifted, and faltering then
In vague lisps and whispers fell silent again.
James Whitcomb Riley
Riley, James Whitcomb
The Name of Old Glory
727-729
The Name of Old Glory. 1898. 727
truths of philosophy that the meaning
of living things cannot be put into logical
formulas. The spirit behind the Consti-
tution of the United States is probably
one of the most vital and healthy things
in the world; and yet, under the Con-
stitution itself, there are already the most
illogical results. One of the funda-
mental principles of government in the
United States is the assumption of the
right of every citizen to liberty and the
pursuit of happiness. The negro is a
citizen of the United States, and yet in
some states of the Union he is forbid-
den to marry a citizen of a different
color. The Indian is a ward of the
United States, and not a citizen; and
the Chinaman is forbidden a vote. All
this is illogical. But it is not therefore
wrong; and the fact rempins that the
spirit behind the American Constitution
is probably one of the healthiest forces
in the world. The intense feeling of
the Western man that there is a mean-
ing and a reason behind a policy of ex-
pansion which cannot be put into formu.
las which it is not even necessary to
put into formulas has more in it than
appears on the surface; it may be near-
er to the real meaning of things than
the most thoroughly reasoned argument.
We have not had a more philosophical
historian in England than Professor See-
ley, certainly none who has understood
better the meaning of the principles be-
hind the expansion of the English-speak-
ing races. It was he who, writing about
such principles, delivered himself of this
remarkable saying: In a truly living
institution the instinct of development
is wiser than the utterances of the wis-
est individual man. That is the West-
ern mans conclusion put into the phi-
losophy of the historian.
Benjamin Kidd.
THE NAME OF OLD GLORY. 1898.
When, why, and by whom, was our flag The Stars and Stripes first called Old Glory?
DAILY QUERY TO PREss.
I.
OLD GLORY! say, who,
By the ships and the crew,
And the long, blended ranks of the Gray and the Blue,
Who gave you, Old Glory, the name that you bear
With such pride everywhere,
As you cast yourself free to the rapturous air,
And leap out full length, as we re wanting you to?
Who gave you that name, with the ring of the same,
And the honor and fame so becoming to you?
Your stripes stroked in ripples of white and of red,
With your stars at their glittering best overhead
By day or by night
Their delightfulest light
Laughing down from their little square heaven of blue!
Who gave you the name of Old Glory say, who
Who gave you the name of Old Glory?
The old banner lifted, and faltering then
In vague lisps and whispers fell silent again.
728 RAe Name of Old Glory. 1898.
II.
Old Glory, speak out! We are asking about
How you happened to favor a name, so to say,
That sounds so familiar and careless and gay,
As we cheer it, and shout in our wild, breezy way
We the crowd, every man of us, calling you that
We, Tom, Dick, and Harry, each swinging his hat
And hurrahing Old Glory! like you were our kin,
When Lord / we all know we re as common as sin!
And yet it just seems like you humor us all
And waft us your thanks, as we hail you and fall
Into line, with you over us, waving us on
Where our glorified, sanctified betters have gone.
And this is the reason we re wanting to know
(And we re wanting it so!
Where our own fathers went we are willing to go)
Who gave you the name of Old Glory 0-ho!
Who gave you the name of Old Glory?
The old flag unfurled with a billowy thrill
For an instant; then wistfully sighed and was still.
III.
Old Glory: the story we re wanting to hear
Is what the plain facts of your christening were,
For your name just to hear it,
Repeat it, and cheer it, s a tang to the spirit
As salt as a tear:
And seeing you fly, and the boys marching by,
There s a shout in the throat and a blur in the eye,
And an aching to live for you always or die,
If, dying, we still keep you waving on high.
And so, by our love
For you, floating above,
And the scars of all wars and the sorrows thereof,
Who gave you the name of Old Glory, and why
Are we thrilled at the name of Old Glory?
Iken the old banner leaped, like a sail in the blast,
And fluttered an audible answer at last.
TV.
And it spake, with a shake of the voice, and it said:
By the driven snow-white and th~ living blood-red
Of my bars, and their heaven of stars overhead
By the symbol conjoined of them all, skyward cast,
As I float from the steeple, or flap at the mast,
Or droop oer the sod where the long grasses nod,
My name is as old as the glory of God.
. . So I came by the name of Old Glory.
fames Whiteomb Riley.
European Experience with Tropical Colonies. 729
EUROPEAN EXPERIENCE WITH TROPICAL COLONIES.
WRITING of the colonial problem now
confronting the United States, Mr. Ben-
jamin Kidd has said, in his little volume
on the Control of the Tropics: It is
not a question of the relative merits of
any form of government; it is not even
a question of the relative merits of any
race amongst civilized peoples; it is
simply and purely the question of the ul-
timate relation of the white man to the
tropics.
Mr. Kidd has gone to the heart of
the subject; for whilst it is certain that
all intelligent citizens of the United
States have realized that the war with
Spain has created a new and important
national problem, it is equally certain
that there is a general tendency to un-
derestimate its difficulties and to mis-
judge its real character.
In setting out to control tropical pos-
sessions the United States has the ex-
perience of six nations to draw upon,
Spain, Portugal, Germany, France, Hol-
land, and Great Britain. Three of these
may be dismissed at once. Spain and
Portugal may serve as warnings; they
can never serve as examples. Germany
has had an experience of only fourteen
years in tropical colonization, and no
opinion of her methods can be of value
until her work has had the test of a
longer time. If, therefore, the true sys-
tem of controlling tropical colonies has
been discovered, we may expect to find
it in the colonial experience of France,
Holland, or Great Britain.
France embarked on a policy of co-
lonial expansion from the necessity of
keeping pace with Russia, who is ex-
tending her empire in the Far East, and
with Germany, who hopes to become an
African power; and although colonial
rivalry with England is at present out
of the question, there is a lingering hope
amongst a certain class of French states-
men that the next century will witness a
decrease rather than an augmentation of
Great Britains colonial possessions. Of
the French Asiatic colonies as a whole
it may be said that they consist of a
handful of French merchants and ad-
venturers, a large body of government
officials, and a considerable population
of uneducated and semi-barbarous na-
tives, who are exploited very unsuc-
cessfully,it i true for the benefit of the
home government. Mr. Henry Nor-
man, in his Peoples and Politics of the
Far East, has drawn a striking picture
of the methods adopted by France in
her Asiatic colonies. In 1890 the pop-
ulation of French Cochin-China was
1,800,000, of whom only 1600 were
French. Of these 1600, 1200 were
government officials. The salaries of
these officials amounted to $1,750,000,
and in the same year the amount de-
voted to public works was $80,000.
More extraordinaty still, the whole of
this $80,000 was paid out as salaries to
officials of the department, and not a
cents worth of work was done. In re-
gard to Tongking, Mr. Norman calcu-
lates that the French taxpayer has ex-
pended $24,000 a day on the colony for
each day, Sundays included, that it has
been a French possession. Up to the
end of 1892 France had spent 476,000,-
000 francs on Tongking, and as a set-
off to this, during the same period, had
sold the colony 59,000,000 francs worth
of French goods.
In the West Indies France has been
financially more fortunate, and a con-
siderable trade exists between Marti-
nique and Guadeloupe and the mother
country. But a visit to these islands
will convince the impartial observer that
although they are not mismanaged in
the same way as the Asiatic colonies of
France, they are in many respects in an
W. Alleyne Ireland
Ireland, W. Alleyne
European Experience with Tropical Colonies
729-735
European Experience with Tropical Colonies. 729
EUROPEAN EXPERIENCE WITH TROPICAL COLONIES.
WRITING of the colonial problem now
confronting the United States, Mr. Ben-
jamin Kidd has said, in his little volume
on the Control of the Tropics: It is
not a question of the relative merits of
any form of government; it is not even
a question of the relative merits of any
race amongst civilized peoples; it is
simply and purely the question of the ul-
timate relation of the white man to the
tropics.
Mr. Kidd has gone to the heart of
the subject; for whilst it is certain that
all intelligent citizens of the United
States have realized that the war with
Spain has created a new and important
national problem, it is equally certain
that there is a general tendency to un-
derestimate its difficulties and to mis-
judge its real character.
In setting out to control tropical pos-
sessions the United States has the ex-
perience of six nations to draw upon,
Spain, Portugal, Germany, France, Hol-
land, and Great Britain. Three of these
may be dismissed at once. Spain and
Portugal may serve as warnings; they
can never serve as examples. Germany
has had an experience of only fourteen
years in tropical colonization, and no
opinion of her methods can be of value
until her work has had the test of a
longer time. If, therefore, the true sys-
tem of controlling tropical colonies has
been discovered, we may expect to find
it in the colonial experience of France,
Holland, or Great Britain.
France embarked on a policy of co-
lonial expansion from the necessity of
keeping pace with Russia, who is ex-
tending her empire in the Far East, and
with Germany, who hopes to become an
African power; and although colonial
rivalry with England is at present out
of the question, there is a lingering hope
amongst a certain class of French states-
men that the next century will witness a
decrease rather than an augmentation of
Great Britains colonial possessions. Of
the French Asiatic colonies as a whole
it may be said that they consist of a
handful of French merchants and ad-
venturers, a large body of government
officials, and a considerable population
of uneducated and semi-barbarous na-
tives, who are exploited very unsuc-
cessfully,it i true for the benefit of the
home government. Mr. Henry Nor-
man, in his Peoples and Politics of the
Far East, has drawn a striking picture
of the methods adopted by France in
her Asiatic colonies. In 1890 the pop-
ulation of French Cochin-China was
1,800,000, of whom only 1600 were
French. Of these 1600, 1200 were
government officials. The salaries of
these officials amounted to $1,750,000,
and in the same year the amount de-
voted to public works was $80,000.
More extraordinaty still, the whole of
this $80,000 was paid out as salaries to
officials of the department, and not a
cents worth of work was done. In re-
gard to Tongking, Mr. Norman calcu-
lates that the French taxpayer has ex-
pended $24,000 a day on the colony for
each day, Sundays included, that it has
been a French possession. Up to the
end of 1892 France had spent 476,000,-
000 francs on Tongking, and as a set-
off to this, during the same period, had
sold the colony 59,000,000 francs worth
of French goods.
In the West Indies France has been
financially more fortunate, and a con-
siderable trade exists between Marti-
nique and Guadeloupe and the mother
country. But a visit to these islands
will convince the impartial observer that
although they are not mismanaged in
the same way as the Asiatic colonies of
France, they are in many respects in an
730 European Experience with Tropical Colonies.
unsatisfactory condition. Both in Mar-
tinique and in Guadeloupe the leading
industries are dependent on imported
East Indian laborers. French Guiana,
or Cayenne, is at present merely an in-
significant tract of land on the mainland
of South America, which is used as a
convIct settlement, no serious effort ever
having been made to develop its great
natural resources. It is interesting to
note that Algeria, the most important
colonial possession of France, and the
one which might be most reasonably ex-
pected to prove a financial success, fails
to pay the cost of its administration,
from the necessity of maintaining an
army of 54,000 men to control 3,500,-
000 natives. France has obtained little
honor and less profit from her colonial
ventures. Her ambition has been to
achieve in the tropics what England has
achieved in Australia, New Zealand,
Canada, and her other non-tropical colo-
nies, the founding of hardy dependen-
cies, populated by a race mainly of the
home stock, and bound to the mother
country by all the ties of affection and
loyalty, dependencies which in the
hour of need would prove a source of
strength to the nation. The failure of
France is due rather to the fundamental
difficulties of tropical colonization than
to the evil effects of maladministration;
for it is doubtful whether even any of
Englands tropical possessions, loyal as
they undoubtedly are, would prove a
source of strength in time of war.
Frenchmen have not emigrated to the
French colonies, because to most white
men the tropics offer little inducement
as a home. The absence of all those
conveniences and luxuries which form
so large a part of our daily life becomes
unendurable as soon as the novelty of
a strange land has worn off.
The experience of Holland presents
1 In Rear-Admiral Aubes La Martinique:
Son Pn~,sent et son Avenir occors the follow-
ing passage: The colony is fatally doomed
to decadence, and it is to put things in the very
a series of facts of the highest signifi-
cance in relation to tropical colonization,
and the history of the Dutch colonies
furnishes us with material for the under-
standing of the problem of colonial ad-
ministration.
The Dutch have tropical colonies both
in the East Indies and in the West In-
dies. In her East Indian colonies Hol-
land has attained a degree of success
which has been reached by no other
nation in similar circumstances; but in
the West Indies her failure has been no
less conspicuous than that of other pow-
ers.
The principal East Indian possession
of Holland is Java, an island which has
an area of about 49,000 square miles,
with a population of 22,500,000, or, in
other words, 459 persons to the square
mile. The population is made up of
22,000,000 natives, who are Malayans;
300,000 Chinese; 42,000 Europeans,
including half-castes; 14,900 Arabs;
3500 Hindus; the rest are of various
Asiatic and Polynesian races. Ninety-
five per cent of the people are Moham-
medans. When the Dutch occupied the
island at the beginning of the seventeenth
century, they found the people in an ad-
vanced state of civilization, measured by
the standards of the East; and since the
Dutch authority became firmly estab-
lished, they have shown themselves peace-
ful, industrious, and of gentle disposi-
tion. Holland determined to govern
the island as a national plantation, and
instituted a system of forced labor which,
with slight modifications, still exists.
The system cannot fairly be called slav-
ery; for although it is compulsory for
every able-bodied native to devote a cer-
tain portion of his time to the cultivation
of coffee, sugar, and other crops, to be
delivered at the government depots, he
receives in return a fair price for the
best light to suppose that the richest part of
the island will be able for a few years longer
to maintain the degree of prosperity which it
has arrived at.
European Experience with Tropical Colonies. 731
products of his labor. What the Dutch
insisted on was, in effect, that the natu-
ral tendency of the people to work only
so long as sufficed for the gratification
of their simple needs should not be al-
lowed to interfere with the development
of a country which could be made to
yield a handsome profit to the govern-
ment, and at the same time provide a
comfortable means of support for the
natives. Under this system the island
prospered amazingly. Trade increased
with great rapidity; the government
reaped enormous profits; the people en-
joyed a degree of material prosperity be-
fore undreamed of; gradually the task
of ruling the island became less and
less difficult, and the government has
found it possible to appoint large num-
bers of intelligent natives to those im-
portant and responsible posts which had
to be created, as a result of the commer-
cial expansion arising out of the enforced
industry of the people.
Let us turn our attention now to Su-
rinam, the principal colony of the Dutch
in the West Indies. Surinam, or Dutch
Guiana, as it is sometimes called, re-
seinbies Java in many respects. It lies
at the same distance to the north of the
equator as Java lies to the south; it is
of almost the same area; it possesses a
similar climate; its soil is suitable for
the cultivation of the same products;
it is watered by noble rivers; it has
enormous forests of valuable timber;
and it has the advantage of Java in be-
ing much nearer to the European mar-
kets. Yet what do we find? Instead
of the thriving population of Java, in-
stead of its immense trade and tranquil
prosperity, we see a country barely able
to keep its head above the wave of bank-
ruptcy which is continually threatening
it; a country of whose area only one
half of one per cent is beneficially occu-
pied; a country where most of the work
is done by laborers imported from the
1 Mr. Eves, C. M. G., F. R. G. S., is a mem-
ber of the council of the Royal Colonial Jasti
East, where, to quote from Mr. Wash-
ington Eves, the neglected stores where
the European merchants carried on their
business tell a tale of decadence. It
would be difficult, perhaps impossible, to
enumerate all the circunistances which
have combined to place in such striking
contrast two countries so similar in natu-
ral conditions; but two facts stand pro-
minently forth, the differences in the
nature of the native population and in
the form of government of the two colo-
nies. In Java the population is of Ma-
lays, in Surinam of negroes. The Malays
have shown themselves capable of evolv-
ing a civilization, of combining together
for the purpose of maintaining national
institutions and of carrying out enter-
prises of public utility without assistance
or guidance from the white man. In
character they exhibit those traits which
belong to most Eastern races: a great
reverence for family ties; a tendency to
resist the intrusion of foreign authority,
and a tendency no less marked to sub-
mit quietly to that authority once it is
firmly established; a natural disinclina-
tion to steady work, which, however,
yields readily in the face of reasonable
inducement or slight pressure; a certain
quickness of intellect which gives them
a clear vision where their material inter-
ests are concerned, and saves them from
being improvident; and, finally, a curi-
ous mental adjustment, which, if it be-
comes unsettled through intense excite-
ment or mental strain, is likely to change
them in a moment into savages.
It is not my purpose to undertake
to describe the negro as he was before
his introduction into the western hemi-
sphere, or as he might have been un-
der different circumstances, but only the
West Indian negro as he is, without re-
ference to the question whether his pre-
sent characteristics are due to ill treat-
ment, to lack of opportunity, or to in-
herent mental and physical qualities.
tute, and the author of an admirable history
of the West Indies.
732 European Experience with Tropical Colonies.
The Dutch found the negro undesir-
able as a slave; they have found him
still more undesirable as a free man.
Having developed no civilization of his
own, he cannot adapt himself to an alien
civilization. Exhibiting some outward
indications of adherence to Christianity,
he reverts, as soon as he is left to him-
self, to the disgusting rites which belong
to his gross and abominable supersti-
tions. He will not work, for he has no
ambitions to gratify. For authority, un-
less it be of the rigorous military kind,
he has no respect. His passions are
easily aroused, and he is prone to riot
and insurrection. Finally, there seems
to be no general tendency in the West
Indian negro to improve under the in-
fluence of education and example. The
character of the negro, then, is one rea-
son why Surinam differs so widely from
Java.
In government Holland has adopted
toward Java an autocratic method, and
under it the people have become pro-
sperous and contented. In Surinamn a
restricted system of representation exists,
and the government has not compelled
the people to work. The result has been
that the negroes have retired into the
forests, and given themselves up to devil
worship, whilst the labor in the colony
is done chiefly by imported East In-
dian laborers. Whatever might have
been the condition of the Surinam ne-
gro. under autocratic government, he
has proved himself, under a more liberal
system, unsatisfactory as a colonist.
The experience of the Dutch with trop-
ical negroes, however, has been limited,
and the idea naturally suggests itself
that possibly the failure of the Surinam
negro to make a good colonist is due
rather to bad management by his rulers
than to any defect in his own nature.
In order to gain a broader view of the
tropical negro, and to observe him under
the most enlightened form of govern-
ment he has ever enjoyed, a brief glance
at the British West Indian colonies is
necessary. I spent six years, beginning
in 1891, in the West Indies and in Brit-
ish Guiana, and made during that time
a careful study of the conditions prevail-
ing in the West Indian colonies.
It is convenient to divide the more
important of these colonies into three
classes: the colonies of small industries,
Dominica, St. Vincent, St. Lucia, Toba-
go, Antigua, Grenada, St. Kitts, Nevis,
and Montserrat; the colonies of large in-
dustries, Trinidad, British Guiana, and
Jamaica; and Barbados, the economic
conditions of which differ materially
from those of either of the other two
classes. In the year 1896 the colonies
of the first class exported produce of the
total value of $3,240,000: the highest on
the list being Antigua, with $910,000;
the lowest Montserrat, with $120,000.
The colonies of the second class export-
ed produce of the total value of $24,000,-
000: the highest being British Guiana,
with $9,000,000; the lowest Trinidad,
with $6,750,000. It is impracticable
to deal with each of these colonies sepa-
rately, or to point out those distinctions
which undoubtedly exist in their condi-
tions. Taking the colonies of small in-
dustries as a group, we find a most de-
pressing state of affairs. These islands,
which were once thriving and prosper.
ous, are now fast sinking to ruin. Near-
ly all are of extraordinary fertility.
and most of them possess a delightful
climate; yet the land is falling out of
cultivation year by year, and unmistak-
able signs of decay are observable on
every side. The chief cause of this de-
cay, in my judgment, is the nature of
the native population. Except St. Lucia,
none of the islands suffers from a lack
of laborers; but very little labor is re-
quired for the carrying on of the small
industries that still survive. Were any
attempt made to establish large indus-
tries, it would fail unless laborers were
imported from the East.
In support of this view I turn to the
colonies of large industries. Trinidad
European Experience with Tropical colonies.
has a population of 245,000, composed
chiefly of negroes, half-breeds, and East
Indian coolies. The coolies were intro-
duced in order that the agriculture of
the island might not disappear for want
of men to do the work. These coolies
and their descendants now form nearly
one half of the population; and this tes-
timony as to their importance as laborers
is given in the Report of the West India
Royal Commission, which visited the
British West Indian colonies last year:
It has, however, been pressed upon ns,
by evidence which we cannot disregard,
that at the present time, and under pre-
sent conditions, indentured laborers are
absolutely necessary to the carrying on
of the sugar estates. In Jamaica a
similar condition exists. To the ques-
tion, Should the supply of immigrants
be increased, continued, or diminished?
Mr. P. C. Cork, a gentleman who has
had an experience of twenty-three years
in the West Indies, gives the follow-
ing reply: The system should be con-
tinued; otherwise no large agricultural
operations can be conducted with good
prospect of success. . . . A great many
of the most important sugar estates would
have long since had to be abandoned
but for coolie labor. . . . And the ba-
nana industry could not have extended
at anything like the rate it has done
without such aid. 2 In British Gui-
ana the case is even more serious. The
coolies in that colony are fully one half
of the population ; and at least three
quarters of the work done in the colo-
ny is done by East Indians. A planter
of thirty-seven years experience gave the
following reply to the 4uestion, Does
the need exist for further immigration?
Yes, immigration is now as indispen-
sable to the sugar planter as it ever was,
because here in British Guiana the na-
tive laborer is disinclined to work more
than four days a week, and often [he
works] less, perhaps not at all. He is
1 West India Royal Commission Report, Part
39, Sec. 302.
quite unreliable, and not to be depended
on. ~
In Trinidad, Jamaica, and British
Guiana East Indian laborers are import-
ed under contract to work on the sugar
estates. The terms of indenture vary
slightly in the different colonies, but are,
in effect, as follows: The indentured la-
borers must work five days a week, and
seven hours a day, for a period of five
years. In return for this, the planter
must furnish him with a free house, free
hospital accommodation on the estate,
free medical attendance and medicine,
and free schooling for his children, and
must pay a minimum legal wage. At
the end of five years the laborer becomes
absolutely free, and can claim a free
grant of land from the government or a
passage back to India.
The testimony is overwhelming that
in those islands where the labor supply
consists of negroes little work is done
that wherever large industries are to
be found it is the coolie who does
the work. There is one, and only one
exception to this rule, the island of
Barbados; and the negro is there un-
der absolute compulsion to work. Bar-
bados is unique in several respects.
With an area of 100,000 acres of culti-
vable land, 91,000 acres are under culti-
vation, the rest being used for residen-
tial sites, pasturage, and so on. There
are left no forests or waste lands on
which the negro can squat. The popu-
lation of the island is about 186,000, or
1120 to the square mile. Under these
circumstances it is evident that the Bar-
badian negro has his choice of working
or starving.
It is significant of the feeling which
prevails at the British Colonial Office in
reference to the fitness of the West In-
dian negro for self-government that the
island of Dominica has recently been
deprived of its system of representation
and converted into a Crown Colony. The
2 Ibid., Appendix C, Part 13, Sec. T50.
~ Ibid., Appendix C, Part 2, Sec. 160.
734 European Experience with Tropical Colonies.
manner in which the change was effect-
ed is most instructive. The Dominican
House of Assembly, which consisted of
elected and nominated members in such
proportion that a solid vote of the elec-
tives would place the government in a
minority, rejected a government motion
to make the island a Crown Colony. The
administrator then dissolved the Assem-
bly and issued writs for new elections.
With the particular issue before them,
the people returned one member whose
views were known to coincide with those
of the government. When the new As-
sembly met, the resolution to make the
island a Crown Colony was carried by
one vote, that of an elected member
representing the wishes of his constitu-
ents. An amendment was introduced
and lost, which ran: Inasmuch as the
government is trying to deprive the in-
habitants of their just rights and liber-
ties, be it resolved that the British gov-
ernment be asked to barter Dominica
with the French, American, or any other
nation. A local newspaper, comment-
ing on the vote, said: Rather than
counsel submission to such a policy we
advise steadfast and persistent opposi-
tion to the government; and when all
constitutional means shall have been ex-
hausted in vain, then we would hold up
for imitation the resolve of the Cuban
people, to let the aliens have the coun-
try in ashes, if have it they must; since
it is preferable to be a free man in a
wild country rather than a serf in the
most highly developed and prosperous
community.
It speaks something for the tolerance
of British rule that such rank sedition
should remain unnoticed by the authori-
ties. The question of representative
government for tropical negroes has been
treated by many writers. James An-
thony Froude, writing on the subject in
1887, said: If the Antilles are ever to
thrive, each of them should have some
trained and skillful man at its head, un-
embarrassed by local elected assemblies.
Let us persist in the other line;
let us use the West Indian governments
as asylums for average worthy persons
who have to be provided for, and force
on them black parliamentary institutions
as a remedy for such persons inefficien-
cy, and these beautiful countries will be-
come like Hayti, with Obeah triumphant,
and children offered to the devil, and
salted and eaten, till the conscience of
mankind wakes again and the Ameri-
cans sweep them all away.
To sum up. We find that Holland has
succeeded in Java, where the population
is composed of Malayans, and where
forced labor has been exacted; that she
has failed in Surinam, where the popu-
lation is largely negro, and where no
compulsion has been used; that Eng-
land has failed wherever the population
is composed of negroes, and has attained
a moderate degree of success only where
East Indian laborers form a large pro-
portion of the population, and a contract-
labor system is in force; finally, that
wherever, in those colonies which have
been dealt with in this article, any con-
siderable industries exist, the East In-
dian indentured immigrant is found do-
ing the work.
Any attempt to govern the tropical
possessions of the United States on de-
mocratic principles is doomed to certain
failure. It has been clearly shown that
without forced labor, or at least some
form of indentured labor, large indus-
tries cannot be developed in tropical col-
onies. Apart from the instances already
cited, this statement is true of Hawaii,
Mauritius, Natal, Queensland, Peru, the
Fiji Islands, the Straits Settlements, and
the Danish West Indies.
But there is a more serious question.
It is thought by many that although it
may be unadvisable to grant the colonies
representative government at present,
the time will soon come when the people
of these colonies will show themselves
capable of self-government. Judging
from past experience, there would seem
Our Government of Newly Acquired Territory. 735
to be little hope that these pleasant
anticipations will ever be realized. We
look in vain for a single instance within
the tropics of a really well-governed in-
dependent country. Would the United
States tolerate under its flag the condi-
tions which prevail in Venezuela, in
Siam, in Hayti, in the Central American
republics ?
The system under which this country
might hope to achieve success with her
tropical possessions is one which is little
likely to be adopted. It is the system
advocated by Froude for the island of
Dominica, surely the most beautiful
of all tropical islands: Find a Rajah
Brooke 1 if you can, or a Mr. Smith of
Scilly. . . . Send him out with no more
instructions than the knight of La Man-
cha gave Sancho, to fear God and do
his duty. Put him on his metal. Pro-
mise him the praise of all good men if
lie does well; and if he calls to his help
intelligent persons who understand the
cultivation of soils and the management
of men, in half a score years Dominica
would be the brightest gem of the An-
tilles. . . . The leading of the ~vise few,
the willing obedience of the many, is
the beginning and end of all right ac-
tion. Secure this, and you secure every-
thing. Fail to secure it, and, be your
liberties as wide as you can make them,
no success is possible.
W. Alleyne Irelctnd.
OUR GOVERNMENT OF NEWLY ACQUIRED TERRITORY.
THE acquisition of Porto Rico and
the probable acquisition of the Philip-
pine Islands, or of part of them, have
called attention to our machinery for
governing territories outside the Union.
The United States has already had con-
siderable experience in the government
of territories acquired from foreign pow-
ers. Eight times, by purchase, by con-
quest, or by voluntary cession, it has en-
larged its boundaries. In 1803 Louisi-
ana was purchased from France. In
1819 Florida was obtained from Spain,
and in 1845 Texas was annexed. In
1848 the conquest of Mexico resulted in
the cession of provinces richer than any
that she retained, and in 1853 another
tract of laud was purchased from her.
In 1867 Russia sold us Alaska, and in
1898 Hawaii has been received after the
manner of Texas, while territories the
extent of which is not at this time deter-
niined are exacted of Spain.
Of these additions, to our territory,
Texas and Hawaii had been recognized
1 Qf Sarawak, Borneo.
as independent states, both by the United
States and by other goirernments. Tex-
as became at once a member of the
Union. For other annexed territory,
Congress thought it necessary to provide
a form of government not based upon
the principle of local autonomy, and in
which the ultimate control rested in the
hands of the authorities at Washington.
Local circumstances, such as sparsity of
population or the presence of a prepon-
derant foreign element, were the reasons
for keeping these territories in tutelage.
In making provision for our first ac-
cession of foreign territory, Congress
was guided by the Ordinance for the
government of the territory of the Unit-
ed States northwest of the river Ohio,
a measure more popularly known as
the Ordinance of 1787. When the gov-
eminent under the Constitution came
into existence, it found the Union in
possession of a vast tract of country
which was not organized into states, but
which was held and administered as the
common property of all the members of
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735-742
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to be little hope that these pleasant
anticipations will ever be realized. We
look in vain for a single instance within
the tropics of a really well-governed in-
dependent country. Would the United
States tolerate under its flag the condi-
tions which prevail in Venezuela, in
Siam, in Hayti, in the Central American
republics ?
The system under which this country
might hope to achieve success with her
tropical possessions is one which is little
likely to be adopted. It is the system
advocated by Froude for the island of
Dominica, surely the most beautiful
of all tropical islands: Find a Rajah
Brooke 1 if you can, or a Mr. Smith of
Scilly. . . . Send him out with no more
instructions than the knight of La Man-
cha gave Sancho, to fear God and do
his duty. Put him on his metal. Pro-
mise him the praise of all good men if
lie does well; and if he calls to his help
intelligent persons who understand the
cultivation of soils and the management
of men, in half a score years Dominica
would be the brightest gem of the An-
tilles. . . . The leading of the ~vise few,
the willing obedience of the many, is
the beginning and end of all right ac-
tion. Secure this, and you secure every-
thing. Fail to secure it, and, be your
liberties as wide as you can make them,
no success is possible.
W. Alleyne Irelctnd.
OUR GOVERNMENT OF NEWLY ACQUIRED TERRITORY.
THE acquisition of Porto Rico and
the probable acquisition of the Philip-
pine Islands, or of part of them, have
called attention to our machinery for
governing territories outside the Union.
The United States has already had con-
siderable experience in the government
of territories acquired from foreign pow-
ers. Eight times, by purchase, by con-
quest, or by voluntary cession, it has en-
larged its boundaries. In 1803 Louisi-
ana was purchased from France. In
1819 Florida was obtained from Spain,
and in 1845 Texas was annexed. In
1848 the conquest of Mexico resulted in
the cession of provinces richer than any
that she retained, and in 1853 another
tract of laud was purchased from her.
In 1867 Russia sold us Alaska, and in
1898 Hawaii has been received after the
manner of Texas, while territories the
extent of which is not at this time deter-
niined are exacted of Spain.
Of these additions, to our territory,
Texas and Hawaii had been recognized
1 Qf Sarawak, Borneo.
as independent states, both by the United
States and by other goirernments. Tex-
as became at once a member of the
Union. For other annexed territory,
Congress thought it necessary to provide
a form of government not based upon
the principle of local autonomy, and in
which the ultimate control rested in the
hands of the authorities at Washington.
Local circumstances, such as sparsity of
population or the presence of a prepon-
derant foreign element, were the reasons
for keeping these territories in tutelage.
In making provision for our first ac-
cession of foreign territory, Congress
was guided by the Ordinance for the
government of the territory of the Unit-
ed States northwest of the river Ohio,
a measure more popularly known as
the Ordinance of 1787. When the gov-
eminent under the Constitution came
into existence, it found the Union in
possession of a vast tract of country
which was not organized into states, but
which was held and administered as the
common property of all the members of
736 Our Government of Newly Acquired Territory.
the Union. As the life of the old Con-
tinental Congress slowiy drew to a close,
it brought to an end its deliberations
upon the disposition of the Northwest,
and enacted the great Ordinance which
has had a profound influence in many
directions. It is usually recalled as the
measure that kept slavery out of the
Northwest; hut it has been no less im-
portant in its influence upon our institu-
tional history, for it was this Ordinance
which served for many years as the
model for the organization of govern-
ment in the territories. The Congress
which was first called upon to deal with
the government of foreign acquisitions
naturally turned to it as a guide. In-
deed, it was used as a guide even before
any annexations were made. In 1790,
when Congress organized into a terri-
tory the area now included in the states
of Kentucky and Tennessee, it provided
that the government of the said terri-
tory south of the Ohio shall be similar
to that which is now exercised in the
territory northwest of the Ohio. Later,
in 1798, the same provision was made
for the government of Mississippi Terri-
tory. And the governments established
in the territories of Indiana, Michigan,
and Illinois, formed by the division of
the old Northwest Territory, were all
copies of the government formulated in
the Ordinance of 1787.
The government of the Northwest Ter-
ritory was as undemocratic as can well
be imagined. It was divided into two
grades; the first grade to cease when the
territory should contain five thousand
free male inhabitants of full age. While
the territory remained under the first
grade of government, the inhabitants
had absolutely no voice in their political
affairs. rrhe executive power was vest-
ed in a governor, who was appointed by
the President for a term of three years,
and who was assisted by a secretary,
similarly appointed for a term of four
years. The judicial power was vested
in three judges appointed by the Presi
dent to hold office during good behavior.
Besides their judicial functions, the three
judges, with the governor, constituted
the territorial legislature. But here their
power was subject to severe limitations.
Far from possessing a free hand in le-
gislation subject to the supervision of Con-
gress, they were merely empowered to
adopt such statutes of the original states
as they deemed applicable to the local
needs of the territory. As the situation
in the territory was radically different
from that which led to legislation in the
states, it is easy to see that suitable stat-
utes were hard to find. To obviate this
difficulty, the judges resorted to the ex-
pedient of adopting parts of statutes from
several states, and combining them into
a new statute. The governor of the
Northwest, St. Chair, protested against
this practice as being beyond their com-
petence; but, since the territory would
have been without laws had not this
method been adopted, he finally yielded
to the necessities of the situation.
This state of affairs was relieved some-
what when the territory attained a pop-
ulation of five thousand free male inhab-
itants of full age, for then a legislature
came into existence, one house of which
was elected by the people. At the first
meeting of the elective house it chose ten
persons, whose names were sent to the
President, and from these ten the Presi-
dent appointed five, who constituted the
legislative council, or upper house of the
legislature. The election of the lower
house was the full extent of the peoples
participation in the territorial govern-
ment under the Ordinance of 1787.
The dread of a strong executive which
had been manifested in the colonies so
many times seems not to have prevailed
when the Ordinance of 1787 was adopt-
ed, for the executive office then created
was almost autocratic in its power. The
governor was made commander-in-chief
of the militia, aU the officers of which
below the grade of general officer were
appointed by him. He also appointed
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all the other territorial officers except
the secretary and the judges. He was
to establish such magistracies and other
civil offices as he thought necessary for
the preservation of order, and he was
empowered to lay out counties and town-
ships in those parts of the country in
which the Indian title had been extin-
guished, and to organize local govern-
ment therein according to his discretion.
He could summon, prorogue, and dis-
solve the legislature, and he had an ab-
solute veto upon its proceedings. When
we add that the incumbent in the office
of governor, General Arthur St. Clair,
was inclined to push his power to the
utmost, it is easy to see why the state of
Ohio, in its first constitution, and in the
later constitution of 1851, which is still
in force, deprived the chief executive of
almost all the usual functions of his
office.
In the formation of this territorial
government, many of the cardinal po-
litical principles in support of which the
colonies had gone to war with Great
Britain were entirely disregarded. Here
was government without the consent of
the governed. Here was taxation with-
out representation. Here was such a
mingling of the three departments of
government, and such a concentration of
power in the hands of the executive, as
was not to be found in any other part
of the United States. The explanation
is that the authors of the government of
the Northwest were making provision
for the administration of a territory
which might properly be called a colony,
and the principles applied at that time
to the government of colonies were ap-
plied here. The inhabitants were not
consulted about the form of government,
their laws, or the selection of their offi-
cers. Their delegate in Congress, chosen
not by the people, but by the territorial
legislature, could debate, but he had no
vote. He held a position not unlike that
formerly held by the agents maintained
by the colonies in London. Indeed, it
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was not unusual to hear the Northwest
referred to as a colony. In 1786 Mon-
roe sent to Jefferson a description of the
government proposed for the Northwest,
and said, It is, in effect, to be a colo-
nial government, similar to that which
prevailed in these states previous to the
Revolution. A few weeks later he
wrote, It hath been proposed and sup-
ported by our state to have a colonial
government established over the western
districts, to cease at the time they shall
be admitted into the Confederacy. This
was the government which was to serve
as a model for the government of territo-
ry newly acquired by the United States.
Our first annexation of foreign ter-
ritory was the Louisiana purchase, of
which the United States took possession
December 20, 1803. By Article III. of
the treaty of cession, it was stipulated
that the inhabitants of the ceded terri-
tory should be incorporated in the Union,
and admitted as soon as possible, ac-
cording to the principles of the Federal
Constitution, to the enjoyment of all the
rights, advantages, and immunities of
citizens of the United States. Pending
the arrangement of a temporary govern-
ment for the territory, all the military,
civil, and judicial powers exercised by
the old French officers were to be vest-
ed in persons appointed by the President,
and exercised as he might direct. By
virtue of this provision, practically all
the functions of government became vest-
ed for a few months in the hands of one
man, Governor Claiborn, of Mississippi
Territory, who was appointed governor
of Louisiana. Alexander Johnston has
said of this government, It was in ef-
fect a military despotism over Louisiana,
and may suffice as an example of the
extent to which the sovereign power
over the territories might go, if a wiser
policy were not the rule.
In the following year, 1804, Congress
worked out a plan of government for
the French purchase. The whole area
was divided into two parts by a line
738 Our Government of Newly Acquired Territory.
drawn along the thirty-third parallel,
which is now the northern boundary of
the state of Louisiana. That portion
south of the line was called the territory
of Orleans. All the rest of the area
ceded by France was organized into the
district of Louisiana. In neither of these
divisions did Congress see fit to allow
the people any great share in their gov-
ernment: in one case because the pop-
ulation, though considerable, was almost
exclusively French and Spanish; and in
the other, because there were few civ-
ilized people of any race.
In the more populous division, the
territory of Orleans, a government mod-
eled after that of the Northwest Terri-
tory, but with some radical differences,
was organized. The constitution of the
executive was the same as in the North-
west, but in the structure of the other
two departments there were noteworthy
changes. Instead of a legislature com-
posed of the governor and judges, the
law-making power was vested in a legis-
lative council composed of thirteen of
the most fit and discreet persons of the
territory, whom the President was to
appoint annually from among those hold-
ing real estate therein. With the con-
sent of a majority of the legislative
council, the governor was empowered
to alter, modify, or repeal any laws
of the territory which were in force
at the time of this territorial organiza-
tion. The law provided that their le-
gislative powers shall also extend to all
rightful subjects of legislation; but no
law shall be valid which is inconsistent
with the Constitution and laws of the
United States, or which shall lay any
person under restraint, burden, or dis-
ability, on account of his religious opin-
ions, professions, or worship ; in all
which he shall be free to maintain his
own, and not burdened for those of an-
other. The governor and council were
further restricted in that they had no
power over the primary disposal of the
soil, nor could they tax the lands of
the United States, or interfere with any
claims to land in the territory. All
legislative acts were of course subject
to the approval of Congress. Instead
of the three judges appointed by the
President, there was to be a superior
court, and such inferior courts and jus-
tices of the peace as the territorial legis-
lature should from time to time estab-
lish. Trial by jury was secured to the
inhabitants in all cases of capital crime,
and they were also guaranteed certain
other legal protections, such as the writ
of habeas corpus, bail for offenses, and
freedom from cruel or unusual punish-
ments. These provisions are of impor-
tance, as an attempt to engraft certain
institutions of the English law upon a
people accustomed to the forms of the
Roman law. The United States was re-
presented in the territory by a district
judge, who was required to reside in the
city of New Orleans, and hold therein
four sessions annually. He was to ex-
ercise the same jurisdiction and powers
as were exercised by the judge of the
Kentucky district. An attorney for the
United States, and a marshal, both of
whom were appointed by the President,
completed the organization of the fed-
eral court.
The district of Louisiana, which com-
prised all the rest of the French pur-
chase, an area so vast that ten states
have since been created out of it, was
placed under the government of the
officers of Indiana Territory. The ex-
ecutive power vested in the governor of
Indiana was extended over the district.
The governor and the judges of Indi-
ana were empowered to establish infe-
rior courts, and to define their jurisdic-
tion. They had also a general legisla-
tive power; but the right of trial by
jury was reserved in all criminal cases,
and in civil cases in which more than
one hundred dollars was involved, and
either of the parties required it. The
Indiana governor and judges had a much
wider legislative power in the district
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than they had in their own territory.
The laws made by the governor and
judges for the territory had no force in
the district, unless it was expressly so
provided, and likewise those made for
the district had no force in the territory.
These provisions for the government of
the territory of Orleans and the district
of Louisiana continued in force for
about a year. They were then super-
seded by acts which converted the dis-
trict of Louisiana into the territory of
Louisiana, and established both in that
territory and in the territory of Orleans
a government analogous to the second
grade of government in the Northwest
Territory. They remained thus without
change until the territory of Orleans
was admitted to the Union as the state
of Louisiana in 1812. In the same year
the name of the territory of Louisiana
was changed to Missouri, but the same
form of government was retained until
1816, when provision was made for the
organization of a legislature both houses
of which were elected by the people of
the territory. This change marks the
transition from the colonial state.
Our next accessioa of territory was
Florida, which was acquired from Spain
by the treaty of February 22, 1819.
Article VI. of this treaty, like Article
III. of the treaty of Paris of 1803, pro-
vided that the inhabitants should be in-
corporated in the Union as soon as might
be consistent with the principles of the
Federal Constitution, and admitted to all
the rights and immunities of citizens of
the United States. There was a delay
of two years between the signing of the
treaty and the exchange of ratifications,
and more than another year elapsed be-
fore Congress provided a government
for the Spanish cession. The territorial
government of Florida was fashioned
after that of the territory of Orleans.
Here again we find an executive depart-
ment consisting of a governor and a
secretary appointed by the President,
while the legislative power was vested in
the governor and in thirteen of the
most fit and discreet persons of the ter-
ritory, who were to be appointed by
the President from among the citizens
of the United States residing in Flori-
da. The ownership of real estate in the
territory, which was made a requisite for
membership in the legislature of Orleans,
was not required for appointment to the
legislature of Florida. The judicial
organization of Florida was almost an
exact copy of that of Orleans.
The next extension of our boundaries
was by the admission of Texas, which
was annexed to the United States and
admitted to the Union by the same act.
In consequence of this arrangement it
was never governed as a territory. The
war in which the United States was in-
volved because of this annexation re-
sulted in the acquisition of Upper Cal-
ifornia and New Mexico. In the case of
California, the debates in Congress on
the Wilmot Proviso delayed so long the
organization of a territorial government
to supplant the military government es-
tablished during the war with Mexico,
that the discovery of gold and the con-
sequent immigration made a state gov-
ernment necessary at once. This the
people proceeded to form without any
authorization from Congress; and when
formed it was accepted by Congress, and
the state was admitted to the Union Sep-
tember 9, 1850. By the same act New
Mexico was endowed with a territorial
organization more liberal than any yet
accorded to newly acquired provinces.
Its government comprised the usual gov-
ernor and secretary appointed by the
President. The legislature, however,
consisted of two houses, both of which
were elected by the people of the terri-
tory; but the federal government kept
a check upon it by giving the governor
an absolute veto. The qualifications for
voting at the first election were very lib-
eral, every free white male citizen of full
age residing in the territory being a duly
qualified elector. After the first elec
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tion, the territorial legislature was em-
powered to fix the qualifications for suf-
frage. When the Gadsden purchase
was added to the United States in 1853,
it was incorporated in the territory of
New Mexico, which then included an
area greater in extent than the whole of
the present German Empire.
In 1867 Mr. Seward effected the
purchase of Alaska. Unlike our other
annexations, Alaska offered little or no
prospect of ever becoming fit for ad-
mission to the Union on an equal foot-
ing with the states. It must remain
in a colonial condition for an indefinite
length of time. Owing to the character
and situation of its inhabitants, self-gov-
ernment was out of the question, and
government of any kind was almost im-
possible. Until 1884 Congress took no
action with reference to the matter, but
in that year a civil organization of the
most rudimentary description was estab-
lished. Alaska was made a civil and
judicial district, and the President was
authorized to appoint a governor there
in. A district court and four commis-
sioners who exercise the powers of jus-
tices of the peace according to the laws
of Oregon complete the government. In
the absence of all legislative authority,
the laws of Oregon, in so far as they are
applicable and not in conflict with the
laws of the United States, are extended
over the district.
The joint resolution for the annexa-
tion of Hawaii, which received the ap-
proval of the President July 7, 1898,
contains some provisions regarding the
temporary government of the islands
quite similar to the articles of the treaty
of Paris relating to the government of
Louisiana. Until Congress shall other-
wise direct, all the civil, judicial, and
military powers exercised by the officers
of the Hawaiian Republic shall be vest-
ed in such person or persons as the Pre-
sident may appoint, and exercised in
such manner as he may direct. Such
municipal legislation as does not conflict
with its new relations nor with the Con-
stitution or laws of the United States is
to remain in force until altered by Con-
gress. With a view to future legislation
regarding the islands, the President was
directed to appoint a commission of five,
at least two of whom should be residents
of Hawaii, who should recommend to
Congress such measures as seemed ne-
cessary and proper. This commission
has studied the problem on the spot, and
will lay before Congress a plan for the
government of the islands.
From the foregoing recital of facts it
is possible to draw certain general con-
clusions. First it is to be noted that all
the lands hitherto annexed by the United
States were sparsely populated, or else
the population was predominantly Amer-
ican. The inhabitants of Louisiana and
California were very few as compared
with the vast extent of territory. In
Texas the American element predomi-
nated, while Florida and Alaska had
few people of any race. It is this charac-
teristic of our former annexations that
they consisted chiefly of vacant lands
which has made them so important
to the United States. They contained
few persons who had to unlearn old hab-
its and be trained in new political ideas.
They offered an outlet to immigration
from the older states and from Europe.
Since the pioneers in almost all the new
states have been largely of native Amer-
ican stock, they have been a leaven in
the European immigration which fol-
lowed them, and the two elements acting
together have built up communities ca-
pable of taking a place in the sisterhood
of self-governing states.
With the exception of Alaska, all the
territorial governments hitherto organ-
ized have been avowedly of a temporary
character. Their object has been to
provide a government which would be
sufficient for the needs of a sparse pop-
ulation, and which would at the same
time encourage the development of the
territory into a state. Admission to the
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Union was the goal from the beginning.
The territorial status was merely one of
transition. Indeed, in the case of two
of our most important annexations,
Louisiana and Florida, it was stipulated
in the treaties of cession that the ceded
areas should be admitted to the Union
as soon as was consistent with the prin-
ciples of the Federal Constitution. This
characteristic of our territorial system
is not found in the colonial policy of any
other nation.
If now we attempt to apply these gen-
eral conclusions to our acquisitions in
the West Indies and the Pacific, we are
at once impressed with differences which
must influence our governmental policy
in dealing with them; for these islands
differ radically from any territory hith-
erto annexed. Instead of vast areas
with a comparatively small population,
and offering tempting fields for settle-
ment, we have in Porto Rico an island
situated in the tropics, with an area one
third less than that of the state of
Connecticut, and a population one third
greater, a population, moreover, un-
like that of the United States in lan-
guage, laws, aiid political experience and
ideas. In the Philippines a similar situ-
ation exists, except that the contrast is
even greater. The United States has thus
far dealt with problems of government
in connection with the negro, with the
Indian, and with numerous branches of
the Caucasian race. In the Philippines
it will meet with a race radically differ-
ent from any of these, one which has
shown considerable ability in resisting
the established order, and, what is of
greatest importance, one which shows
little inclination to submit to the authori-
ty of the United States. The problem
is further complicated by the existence
of a rival government, to which a con-
siderable number of the natives have
given their allegiance.
To these conditions none of the forms
of colonial government heretofore estab-
lished in the United States seems to be
applicable, except perhaps the autocratic
government of Louisiana in 1804, and
the military government which prevailed
in California while Congress was debating
what should be done with that province.
Our problem, therefore, is to develop a
new form to meet the peculiar necessi-
ties of the case. It is probably safe to
start with the general proposition that
such territories as Porto Rico and the
Philippines will have to be actively gov-
erned by the authorities at Washington.
The degree of local self-control that can
safely be granted must be exceedingly
small, at least for many years; for the
growth of any considerable American
population in either place will be a very
slow process. Commerce, it is true, is
a strong potential influence, but in the
case of well-established populations its
effects are seen only after the lapse of a
long time. English and Dutch experi-
ence with Asiatics has shown that only
the constant presence of European gar-
risons is sufficient to insure safety and
good order.
In the second place, whatever form of
government is adopted for our new pos-
sessions must have a degree of perma-
nence not found in our territorial organi-
zations. Porto Rico, for example, will
not be ready for admission to the Union
for many years, if it will ever be. A
more permanent form of rule in this case
must necessarily mean a permanent civil
service. The government of colonies is
not an art to be learned in a day. Our
lack of experience must be cured by
years of practice, in which we shall make
costly mistakes, but as a result of which
a body of men will emerge capable of
handling the problems intrusted to them.
And these men must constitute a per-
manent staff both for administration and
for the training of other men to succeed
them. We may expect from these acces-
sions of territory an indirect gain more
important than any commercial or polit-
ical advantages that may accrue to us.
The cause of good government in Amer
741
742 Confessions of a Summer Colonist.
ica rests largely upon the principle of an
independent civil service, appointment to
which shall be based upon merit alone.
A striking example of its successful ap-
plication held constantly and conspicuous-
ly before tbe eyes of the people will do
much to convince them of its inherent
soundness; and once they are convinced,
the struggle for good government at
home will be more nearly won.
Carl Evans Boyd.
CONFESSIONS OF A SUMMER COLONIST.
THE season is ending in the little sum-
mer settlement on the Down East coast
where I have been passing the last three
months, and with each loath day the
sense of its peculiar charm grows more
poignant. A prescience of the home-
sickness I shall feel for it when I go al-
ready begins to torment me, and I find
myself wishing to imagine some form of
words which shall keep a likeness of it at
least through the winter; some shadowy
semblance which I may turn to hereafter
if any chance or change should destroy
or transform it, or what is more likely,
if I should never come back to it. Per-
haps others in the distant future may
turn to it for a glimpse of our actual life
in one of its most characteristic phases;
I am sure that in the distant present
there are many millions of our own in-
landers to whom it would be altogether
strange.
I.
In a certain sort fragile is written all
over our colony; as far as the visible body
of it is concerned it is inexpressibly per-
ishable; a fire and a high wind could
sweep it all away; and one of the most
American of all American things is the
least fitted among them to survive from
the present to the future, and impart to
it the significance of what may soon be
a portion and parcel of our extreme-
ly forgetful past.
It is also in a supremely transitional
moment: one might say that last year it
was not quite what it is now, and next
year it may be altogether different. In
fact, our summer colony is in that happy
hour when the rudeness of the first sum-
mer conditions has been left far behind,
and vulgar luxury has not yet cumbrous-
ly succeeded to a, sort of sylvan distinc-
tion.
The type of its simple and sufficing
hospitalities is the seven oclock supper.
Every one, in hotel or in cottage, dines
between one and two, and no less scrupu-
lously sups at seven, unless it is a few
extremists who sup at half past seven.
At this function, which is our chief so-
cial event, it is de rigueur for the men
not to dress, and they come in any sort
of sack or jacket or cutaway, letting the
ladies make up the pomps which they
forego. From this fact may be inferred
the informality of their day-time attire;
and the same note is sounded in the whole
range of the cottage life, so that once a
visitor from the world outside, who had
been exasperated beyond endurance by
the absence of form among us (if such
an effect could be from a cause so nega-
tive), burst out with the reproach, Oh,
you make a fetish of your informality!
Fetish is perhaps rather too strong
a word, but I should not mind saying that
informality was the tutelary genius of the
place. American men are everywhere
impatient of form. It burdens and
bothers them, and they like to throw it
off whenever they can. We may not be
so very democratic at heart as we seem,
but we are impatient of ceremonies that
separate us when it is our business or
our pleasure to get at one another; and
W. D. Howells
Howells, W. D.
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742-750
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ica rests largely upon the principle of an
independent civil service, appointment to
which shall be based upon merit alone.
A striking example of its successful ap-
plication held constantly and conspicuous-
ly before tbe eyes of the people will do
much to convince them of its inherent
soundness; and once they are convinced,
the struggle for good government at
home will be more nearly won.
Carl Evans Boyd.
CONFESSIONS OF A SUMMER COLONIST.
THE season is ending in the little sum-
mer settlement on the Down East coast
where I have been passing the last three
months, and with each loath day the
sense of its peculiar charm grows more
poignant. A prescience of the home-
sickness I shall feel for it when I go al-
ready begins to torment me, and I find
myself wishing to imagine some form of
words which shall keep a likeness of it at
least through the winter; some shadowy
semblance which I may turn to hereafter
if any chance or change should destroy
or transform it, or what is more likely,
if I should never come back to it. Per-
haps others in the distant future may
turn to it for a glimpse of our actual life
in one of its most characteristic phases;
I am sure that in the distant present
there are many millions of our own in-
landers to whom it would be altogether
strange.
I.
In a certain sort fragile is written all
over our colony; as far as the visible body
of it is concerned it is inexpressibly per-
ishable; a fire and a high wind could
sweep it all away; and one of the most
American of all American things is the
least fitted among them to survive from
the present to the future, and impart to
it the significance of what may soon be
a portion and parcel of our extreme-
ly forgetful past.
It is also in a supremely transitional
moment: one might say that last year it
was not quite what it is now, and next
year it may be altogether different. In
fact, our summer colony is in that happy
hour when the rudeness of the first sum-
mer conditions has been left far behind,
and vulgar luxury has not yet cumbrous-
ly succeeded to a, sort of sylvan distinc-
tion.
The type of its simple and sufficing
hospitalities is the seven oclock supper.
Every one, in hotel or in cottage, dines
between one and two, and no less scrupu-
lously sups at seven, unless it is a few
extremists who sup at half past seven.
At this function, which is our chief so-
cial event, it is de rigueur for the men
not to dress, and they come in any sort
of sack or jacket or cutaway, letting the
ladies make up the pomps which they
forego. From this fact may be inferred
the informality of their day-time attire;
and the same note is sounded in the whole
range of the cottage life, so that once a
visitor from the world outside, who had
been exasperated beyond endurance by
the absence of form among us (if such
an effect could be from a cause so nega-
tive), burst out with the reproach, Oh,
you make a fetish of your informality!
Fetish is perhaps rather too strong
a word, but I should not mind saying that
informality was the tutelary genius of the
place. American men are everywhere
impatient of form. It burdens and
bothers them, and they like to throw it
off whenever they can. We may not be
so very democratic at heart as we seem,
but we are impatient of ceremonies that
separate us when it is our business or
our pleasure to get at one another; and
Confessions of a Summer Colonist. 7.43
it is part of our splendor to ignore the
ceremonies as we do the expenses. We
have all the decent grades of riches and
poverty in our colony, but our informal-
ity is not more the treasure of the hum-
ble than of the great. In the nature of
things it cannot last, however, and the
only question is how long it will last. I
think, myself, until some one imagines
giving an eight oclock dinner; then all
the informalities will go, and the whole
train of evils which such a dinner con-
notes will rush in.
IT.
The cottages themselves are of sev-
eral sorts, and some still exist in the
earlier stages of mutation from the fish-
ermens and farmers houses which
formed their germ. But these are now
mostly let as lodgings to bachelors and
other single or semi-detached folks who
go for their meals to the neighboring
hotels or boarding-houses. The hotels
are each the centre of this sort of centri-
petal life, as well as the homes of their
own scores or hundreds of inmates. A
single boarding-house gathers about it
half a dozen dependent cottages which it
cares for, and feeds at its table; and
even where the cottages have kitchens
and all the housekeeping facilities, their
inmates sometimes prefer to dine at the
hotels. By far the greater number of
cottagers, however, keep house, bringing
their service with them from the cities,
and settling in their summer homes for
three or four or five months.
The houses conform more or less to
one type: a picturesque structure of co-
lonial pattern, shingled to the ground,
and stained or left to take a weather-
stain of grayish brown, with cavernous
verandas, and dormer - windowed roofs
covering ten or twelve rooms. Within
they are, if not elaborately finished, elab-
orately fitted up, with a constant regard
to health in the plumbing and drainage.
The water is brought in a system of pipes
from a lake five miles away, and as it is
only for summer use the pipes are not
buried from the frost, but wander along
the surface, through the ferns and bram-
bles of the tough little seaside knolls on
which the cottages are perched, and climb
the old tumbling stone walls of the origi-
nal pastures before diving into the ce-
mented basements.
Perhaps half of the cottages are
owned by their occupants, and furnished
by them; the rest, not less attractive
and hardly less tastefully furnished, be-
long to natives, who have caught on to
the architectural and domestic prefer-
ences of the summer people, and have
built them to let. The rugosities of
the stony pasture land end in a wooded
point seaward, and curve east and north
in a succession of beaches. It is on the
point, and mainly short of its wooded ex-
tremity, that the cottages of our settle-
ment are dropped, as near the ocean as
may be, and with as little order as birds
nests in the grass, among the sweet-fern,
laurel, bay, wild raspberries, and dog-
roses, which it is the ideal to leave as un-
touched as possible. Wheelworn lanes
that twist about among the hollows find
the cottages from the highway, but foot-
paths approach one cottage from another,
and people walk rather than drive to each
others doors.
From the deep-bosomed, well-sheltered
little harbor the tides swim inland, half
a score of winding miles, up the channel
of a river which without them would be a
trickling rivulet. An irregular line of
cottages follows the shore a little way,
and then leaves the river to the schoon-
ers and barges which navigate it as far
as the oldest pile-built wooden bridge in
New England, and these in their turn
abandon it to the fleets of rowboats and
canoes in which summer youth of both
sexes explore it to its source over depths
as clear as glass, past wooded headlands
and low rush-bordered meadows, through
reaches and openings of pastoral fields,
and under the shadow of dreaming
groves.
744 Confessions of a Summer Colonist.
III.
If there is anything lovelier than the
scenery of this gentle river I do not
know it; and I doubt if the sky is purer
and bluer in paradise. This seems to
be the consensus, tacit or explicit, of the
youth who visit it, and employ the land-
scape for their picnics and their water
parties from the beginning to the end of
summer.
The river is very much used for sun-
sets by the cottagers who live on it, and
who claim a superiority through them
to the cottagers on the point. An im-
partial mind obliges me to say that the
sunsets are all good in our colony; there
is no place from which they are bad;
and yet for a certain tragical sunset,
where the dying day bleeds slowly into
the channel till it is filled from shore to
shore with red as far as the eye can
reach, the river is unmatched.
For my own purposes, it is not less
acceptable, however, when the fog has
come in from the sea like a visible re-
verie, and blurred the whole valley with
its whiteness. I find that particularly
good to look at from the trolley car
which visits and revisits the river before
finally leaving it, with a sort of despera-
tion, and hiding its passion with a sudden
plunge into the woods.
Iv.
The old fishing and seafaring village,
which has now almost lost the recollection
of its first estate in its absorption with
the care of the summer colony, was
sparsely dropped along the highway bor-
dering the harbor, and the shores of the
river, where the piles of the time-worn
wharves are still rotting. A few houses
of the past remain, but the type of the
summer cottage has impressed itself
upon all the later building, and the na-
tive is passing architecturally, if not per-
sonally, into abeyance. He takes the sit-
uation philosophically, and in the season
he caters to the summer colony not only
as the landlord of the rented cottages, and
the keeper of the hotels and boarding-
houses, but as livery-stableman, grocer,
butcher, marketman, apothecary, and
doctor; there is not one foreign accent
in any of these callings. If the native
is a farmer, he devotes himself to vege-
tables, poultry, eggs, and fruit for the
summer folks, and brings these supplies
to their doors; his children appear with
flowers; and there are many proofs that
he has accurately sized the cottagers up
in their tastes and fancies as well as their
needs. I doubt if we have sized him up
so well, or if our somewhat conventional-
ized ideal of him is perfectly representa-
tive. He is perhaps more complex than
he seems; he is certainly much more self-
sufficing than might have been expected.
The summer folks are the material from
which his prosperity is wrought, but he is
not dependent, and is very far from sub-
missive. As in all right conditions, it is
here the employer who asks for work,
not the employee; and the work must be
respectfully asked for. There are many
fables to this effect, as for instance that
of the lady who said to a summer visitor
critical of the weeks wash she had
brought home, I 11 wash you and I 11
iron you, but I wont take none of your
jaw. A primitive independence is the
keynote of the native character, and it
suffers no infringement, but rather boasts
itself. We re independent here, I tell
you, said the friendly person who con-
sented to take off the wire door. I was
down Bangor way doin a piece of work,
and a fellow come along, and says he,
I want you should hurry up on that
job. Hello! says I, I guess I 11
pull out. Well, we calculate to do our
work, he added, with an accent which
sufficiently implied that their consciences
needed no bossing in the performance.
The native compliance with any sum-
mer-visiting request is commonly in some
such form as, Well, I dont know but
what I can, or, I guess there aint any-
thing to hinder me. This compliance
Confessions of a Summer Colonist. 745
is so rarely, if ever, carried to the point
of domestic service that it may fairly be
said that all the domestic service, at least
of the cottagers, is imported. The na-
tives will wait at the hotel tables; they
will come in to accommodate; but
they will not live out. I was one day
witness of the extreme failure of a friend
whose city cook had suddenly abandoned
him, and who applied to a friendly farm-
ers wife in the vain hope that she might
help him to some one who would help his
family out in their strait. Why, there
aint a girl in the Hollow that lives out!
Why, if you was sick abed, I dont know
as I know anybody t you could git to set
up with you. The natives will not live
out because they cannot keep their self-
respect in the conditions of domestic ser-
vice. Some people laugh at this self-re-
spect, but most summer folks like it, as
I own I do.
In our partly mythical estimate of the
nitive and his relation to us, he is im-
agined as holding a kind of carnival
when we leave him at the end of the
season, and it is believed that he likes
us to go early. We have had his good
offices at a fair price all summer, but as
it draws to a close these are rendered
more and more fitfully. From some
perhaps flattered reports of the happi-
ness of the natives at the departure of
the sojourners, I have pictured them
dancing a sort of farandole, and stretch-
ing with linked hands from the farthest
summer cottage up the river to the last
on the wooded point. It is certain that
they get tired, and I could not blame
them if they were glad to be rid of their
guests, and to go back to their own social
life. This includes church festivals of
divers kinds, lectures and shows, sleigh-
rides, theatricals, and reading-clubs, and
a plentiful use of books from the excel-
lently chosen free village library. They
say frankly that the summer folks have
no idea how pleasant it is when they are
gone, and I am sure that the gayeties to
which we leave them must be more toler
able than those which we go back to in
the city. It may be, however, that I am
too confident, and that their gayeties are
only different. I should really like to
know just what the entertainments are
which are given in a building devoted to
them in a country neighborhood three or
four miles from the village. It was once
a church, but is now used solely for social
amusements.
V.
The amusements of the summer colo-
ny I have already hinted at. Besides
suppers, there are also teas, of larger
scope, both afternoon and evening.
There are hops every week at the two
largest hotels, which are practically free
to all; and the bathing-beach is of course
a supreme attraction. The bath-houses,
which are very clean and well equipped,
are not very cheap, either for the season
or for a single bath, and there is a pretty
pavilion at the edge of the sands. This
is always full of gossiping spectators of
the hardy adventurers who brave tides
too remote from the Gulf Stream to be
ever much warmer than sixty or sixty-five
degrees. The bathers are mostly young
people, who have the courage of their
pretty bathing-costumes or the inextin-
guishable ardor of their years. If it is
not rather serious business with them all,
still I admire the fortitude with which
some of them remain in fifteen minutes.
Beyond our colony, which calls itself
the Port, there is a far more populous
watering-place, east of the Point, known
as the Beach, which is the resort of peo-
ple several grades of gentility lower than
ours: so many, in fact, that we never
can speak of the Beach without averting
our faces, or, at the best, with a toler-
ant smile. It is really a succession of
beaches, all much longer and, I am bound
to say, more beautiful than ours, lined
with rows of the humbler sort of sum-
mer cottages known as shells, and with
many hotels of corresponding degree.
The cottages may be hired by the week
or mouth at about two dollars a day, and
746 Confessions of a Summer Colonist.
they are supposed to be taken by inland
people of little social importance. Very
Jikely this is true; but they seemed to
be very nice, quiet people, and I com-
monly saw the ladies reading on their ve-
randas, books and magazines, while the
gentlemen sprayed the dusty road before
them with the garden hose. The place
had also for me an agreeable alien sug-
gestion, and in passing the long row of
cottages I was slightly reminded of Sche-
veningen.
Beyond the cottage settlements is a
struggling little park, laid out this sea-
son, and dedicated to the only Indian
saint I ever heard of, though there may
be others. His statue, colossal in sheet-
lead, painted the copper color of his race,
offers any heathen comer the choice be-
tween a Bible in one of his hands and a
tomahawk in the other, at the entrance of
the park; and there are other sheet-lead
groups and figures in the white of allegory
at different points. It promises to be a
pretty enough little place in future years,
but as yet it is not much resorted to by
the excursions which largely form the
prosperity of the Beach. The trolley
line was to have been carried as far as
the park, but a want of juice, as the
electric current is familiarly and affec-
tionately called in the trolleymens par-
lance, forbade the extension, and the en-
tertainments of the park have languished.
The concerts and the high-class vaude-
ville promised have not flourished in
the pavilion provided for them, and one
of two monkeys in the zoiilogical depart-
ment has perished of the public inatten-
tion. This has not fatally affected the
captive bear, who rises to his hind legs,
and eats peanuts and doughnuts in that
position like a fellow citizen. With the
cockatoos and parrots, and the dozen deer
in an inclosure of wire netting, he is no
mean attraction; but he does not charm
the excursionists away from the summer
village at the shore, where they spend long
afternoons splashing among the waves,
or in lolling groups of men, women, and
children on the sand. In the more active
gayeties, I have seen nothing so decided
during the whole season as the behavior
of three young girls who once came up
out of the sea, and obliged me by dan-
cing a measure on the smooth hard beach
in their bathing-dresses.
XTI.
I thought it very pretty, but I do not
believe such a thing could have been seen
on our beach, which is safe from all ex-
cursionists, and sacred to the cottage and
hotel life of the Port.
Besides our beach and its bathing,
we have a reading-club for the men,
evolved from one of the old native
houses, and verandaed round for sum-
mer use; and we have golf-links and a
golf club-house within easy trolley reach.
The links are as energetically, if not as
generally frequented as the sands, and
the sport finds the favor which attends
it everywhere in the decay of tennis.
The tennis courts which I saw thronged
about by eager girl-crowds, here, seven
years ago, are now almost wholly aban-
doned to the lovers of the game, who
are nearly always men.
Perhaps the only thing (beside, of
course, our common mortality) which we
have in common with the excursionists
is our love of the trolley line. This, by
its admirable equipment, and by the ter-
ror it inspires in horses, has wellnigh
abolished driving; and following the old
country roads, as it does, with an occa-
sional short-cut through the deep, green-
lighted woods or across the prismatic salt
meadows, it is of a picturesque variety
entirely satisfying. After a year of fer-
vent opposition and protest, the whole
community whether of summer or of
winter folks now gladly accepts the
trolley, and the grandest cottager and
the lowliest hotel - dweller meet in a
grateful appreciation of its beauty and
comfort.
Some pass a great part of every after-
noon on the trolley, and one lady has
Confessions of a Summer Colonist. 747
achieved celebrity by spending four dol-
lars a week in trolley rides. The exhil-
aration of these is varied with an occa-
sional apprehension when the car pitches
down a sharp incline, and twists almost
at right angles on a sudden curve at the
bottom without slacking its speed. A
lady who ventured an appeal to the con-
ductor at one such crisis was reassured,
and at the same time taught her place,
by his reply: That motormans life,
maam, is just as precious to him as what
yours is to you.
She had, perhaps, really ventured too
far, for ordinarily the employees of the
trolley do not find occasion to use so much
severity with their passengers. They
look after their comfort as far as possi-
ble, and seek even to anticipate their
wants in unexpected cases, if I may be-
lieve a story which was told by a wit-
ness. She had long expected to see
some one thrown out of the open car at
one of the sharp curves, and one day she
actually saw a woman hurled from the
seat into the road. Luckily the woman
alighted on her feet, and stood looking
round in a daze.
Oh! oh! exclaimed another woman
in the seat behind, she s left her um-
brella!
The conductor promptly threw it out
to her.
Why, demanded the witness, did
that lady wish to get out here?
The conductor hesitated before he
jerked the bell-pull to go on. Then he
said, Well, she 11 want her umbrella,
anyway.
The conductors are in fact very civil
as well as kind. If they see a horse in
anxiety at the approach of the car, they
considerately stop, and let him get by
with his driver in safety. By such
means, with their frequeiat trips and low
fares, and with the ease and comfort of
their cars, they have conciliated public
favor, and the trolley has drawn travel
away from the steam railroad in such
measure that it ran no trains last winter.
VII.
The trolley, in fact, is a fad of the
summer folks, this year; but what it
will be another no one knows; it may
be their hissing and by-word. In the
meantime, as I have already suggested,
they have other amusements. These
are not always of a nature so general as
the trolley, or so particular as the tea.
But each of the larger hotels has been
fully supplied with entertainments for
the benefit of their projectors, though
nearly everything of the sort had some
sort of charitable slant. I assisted at a
stereopticon lecture on Alaska for the
aid of some youthful Alaskans of both
sexes, who were shown first in their sav-
age state, and then as they appeared
after a merely rudimental education, in
the costumes and profiles of our own
civilization. I never would have sup-
posed that education could do so much
in so short a time; and I gladly gave
my mite for their further development
in classic beauty and a final elegance.
My mite was taken up in a hat, which,
passed round among the audience, is a
common means of collecting the spec-
tators expressions of appreciation. Oth-
er entertainments, of a prouder frame,
exact an admission fee, but I am not sure
that these are better than some of the
hat-shows, as they are called.
The tale of our summer amusements
would be sadly incomplete without some
record of the bull-fights given by the
Spanish prisoners of war on the neigh-
boring island, where they have been
confined. Admission to these could be
had only by favor of the officers in
charge, and even among the 6lite of the
colony those who went were a more elect
few. Still, the day I went, there were
some fifty or seventy - five spectators,
who arrived by trolley near the island,
and walked to the stockade which con-
fined the captives. A real bull-fight, I
believe, is always given on Sunday, and
Puritan prejudice yielded to usage even
748 Confessions of a Summer Colonist.
in the case of a burlesque bull-fight; at
any rate, it was on a Sunday that we
crouched in an irregular semicircle on
a rising ground within the prison pale,
and faced the captive audience in an-
other semicircle, across a little alley for
the entrances and exits of the perform-
ers. The president of the bull-fight was
first brought to the place of honor in a
hand-cart, and then came the banderille-
ros, the picadores, and the espada, won-
derfully effective and correct in white
muslin and colored tissue-paper. Much
may be done in personal decoration with
advertising placards; and the lofty mu-
ral crown of the president counseled the
public on both sides to Use Plug Cut.
The picadors pasteboard horse was at-
tached to his middle, fore and aft, and
looked quite the sort of hapless jade
which is ordinarily sacrificed to the
bulls. The toro himself was composed
of two prisoners, whose horizontal backs
were covered with a brown blanket;
and his feet, sometimes bare and some-
times shod with india-rubber boots, were
of the human pattern. Practicable horns,
of a somewhat too yielding substance,
branched from a front of pasteboard,
and a cloth tail, apt to come off in the
charge, swung from his rear. I have
never seen a genuine corrida, but a lady
present, who had, told me that this was
conducted with all the right circum-
stance; and it is certain that the per-
formers entered into their parts with the
artistic gust of their race. The picador
sustained some terrific falls, and in his
quality of horse bad to be taken out re-
peatedly and sewed up; the banderilleros
tormented and eluded the toro with table-
covers, one red and two drab, till the
espada took him from them, and with
due ceremony, after a speech to the pre-
sident, drove his blade home to the bulls
heart. I stayed to see three bulls killed;
the last was uncommonly fierce, and
when his hindquarters came off or out,
his forequarters charged joyously among
the aficionados on the prisoners side,
and made havoc in their thickly packed
ranks. The espada who killed this bull
was showered with cigars and cigarettes
from our side.
I do not know what the Sabbath-
keeping shades of the old Puritans made
of our presence at such a fete on Sun-
day; but possibly they had got on so
far in a better life as to be less shocked
at the decay of piety among us than
pleased at the rise of such Christianity
as had brought us, like friends and com-
rades, together with our public enemies
in this harmless fun. I wish to say that
the tobacco lavished upon the espada was
collected for the behoof of all the pri-
soners.
VIII.
Our fiction has made so much of our
summer places as the mise en sc?~ne of
its love stories that I suppose I ought to
say something of this side of our colonial
life. But after sixty I suspect that ones
eyes are poor for that sort of thing, and
I can only say that in its earliest and sim-
plest epoch the Port was particularly fa-
mous for the good times that the young
people had. They still have good times,
though whether on just the old terms I
do not know. I know that the river is
still here with its canoes and rowboats,
its meadowy reaches apt for dual soli-
tude, and its groves for picnics. There
is not much bicycling, the roads are
rough and hilly; but there is something
of it, and it is mighty pretty to see the
youth of both sexes bicycling with their
heads bare. They go about bareheaded
on foot and in buggies, too, and the
young girls seek the tan which their mo-
thers used so anxiously to shun.
The sailboats, manned by weather-
worn and weather-wise skippers, are
~rather for the pleasure of such older
summer folks as have a taste for cod-
fishing, which is here very good. But
at every age, and in whatever sort our
colonists amuse themselves, it is with
the least possible ceremony. It is as if
Nature having taken them so hospitably
Confessions of a Summer Colonist. 749
to her heart, they felt convention an
affront to her. Around their cottages,
as I have said, they prefer to leave her
primitive beauty untouched, and she re-
wards their forbearance with such a
profusion of wild flowers as I have seen
nowhere else. The low pink laurel
flushed all the stony fields to the edges
of their verandas, when we first came;
the meadows were milk-white with dai-
sies; in the swampy places delicate or-
chids grew, in the pools the flags and
flowering rushes; all the paths and way-
sides were set with dog-roses; the hol-
lows and stony tops were broadly matted
with ground juniper. Since then tbe
goldenrod has passed from glory to
glory; first mixing its yellow-powdered
plumes with the red-purple tufts of the
iron-weed, and then with the wild asters
everywhere. There has come later a
dwarf sort, six or ten inches high, won-
derfully rich and fine, which, with a low
white aster, seems to hold the field
against everything else, though the taller
goldenrod and the masses of the high
blue asters nod less thickly above it.
But these smaller blooms deck the ground
in incredible profusion, and have an in-
nocent air of being stuck in, as if they
had been fancifully used for ornament
by children or Indians.
Ix.
In a little while, now, as it is almost
the end of September, all the feathery
gold will have faded to the soft pale
ghosts of that loveliness. The summer
birds have long been silent; the crows,
as if they were so many exultant natives,
are shouting in the blue sky above the
windrows of the rowan, in jubilant pre-
science of the depopulation of our colony,
which fled the hotels a fortnight ago.
The days are growing shorter, and the
red evenings falling earlier; so that the
cottagers husbands who come up every
Saturday from town might well be im-
patient for a Monday of final return.
Those who came from remoter distances
have gone back already; and the lady
cottagers lingering hardily on till Octo-
ber must find the sight of the empty ho-
tels and the windows of the neighboring
houses, which no longer brighten after
the chilly nightfall, rather depressing.
Every one says that this is the loveliest
time of year, and that it will be divine
here all through October. But there are
sudden and unexpected defections; there
is a steady pull of the heart cityward,
which it is hard to resist. The first great
exodus was on the first of the month,
when the hotels were deserted by four
fifths of their guests. The rest followed,
half of them within the week, and within
a fortnight none but an all but inaudi-
ble and invisible remnant were left, who
made no impression of summer sojourn
in the deserted trolleys.
The days now go by in moods of rapid
succession. There have been days when
the sea has lain smiling in placid derision
of the recreants who have fled the lin-
gering summer; there have been nights
when the winds have roared round the
cottages in wild menace of the faithful
few who have remained.
We have had a magnificent storm,
which came, as an equinoctial storm
should, exactly at the equinox, and for a
day and a night heaped the sea upon the
shore in thundering surges twenty and
thirty feet high. I watched these at
their awfulest, from the wide windows of
a cottage that crouched in the very edge
of the surf, with the effect of clutching
the rocks with one hand and holding its
roof on with the other. The sea was such
a sight as I have not seen on shipboard,
and while I luxuriously shuddered at it,
I had the advantage of a mellow log-fire
at my back, purring and softly crackling
in a quiet indifference to the storm.
Twenty-four hours more made all se-
rene again. Blood-curdling tales of lob-
ster - pots carried to sea filled the air;
but the air was as blandly unconscious of
ever having been a fury as a lady who
has found her lost temper. Swift alter-
750 Summer Died Last Night.
nations of weather are so characteristic
of our colonial climate that the other
afternoon I went out with my umbrella
against the raw cold rain of the morn-
ing, and had to raise it against the broil-
ing sun. Three days ago I could say
that the green of the woods had no touch
of hectic in it; but already the low trees
of the swampland have flamed into crim-
son. Every morning, when I look out,
this crimson is of a fierier intensity, and
the trees on the distant uplands are be-
ginning slowly to kindle, with a sort of
inner glow which has not yet burst into
a blaze. Here and there the goldenrod
is rusting; but there seem only to be
more and more asters of all sorts; and
I have seen ladies coming home with
sheaves of blue gentians; I have heard
that the orchids are beginning again to
light their tender lamps from the burn-
ing blackberry vines that stray from the
pastures to the edge of the swamps.
After an apparently total evanescence
there has been a like resuscitation of the
spirit of summer society. In the very
last week of September we have gone to
a supper, which lingered far out of its
season like one of these late flowers, and
there has been an afternoon tea which
assembled an astonishing number of cot-
tagers, all secretly surprised to find one
another still here, and professing openly
a pity tinged with contempt for those who
are here no longer.
I blamed those who had gone home,
but I myself sniff the asphalt afar; the
roar of the street calls to me with the
magic that the voice of the sea is losing.
Just 110W it shines entreatingly, it shines
winningly, in the sun which is mellowing
to an October tenderness, and it shines
under a moon of perfect orb, which seems
to have the whole heavens to itself in
the first watch of the night, except
for the red planet Mars. This be-
gins to burn in the west before the flush
of sunset has passed from it; and then
later, a few moon-washed stars pierce the
vast vault with their keen points. The
stars which so powdered the summer sky
seem mostly to have gone back to town,
where no doubt people mistake them for
electric lights.
W. D. Howells.
SUMMER DIED LAST NIGHT.
SUMMER died last night,
Lady of Delight,
Summer died last night;
Look for her no more.
In the early gray
Of this golden day,
In the early gray
By the mirrored shore
I saw leaves of red,
So I knew her dead,
I saw leaves of red
Wreathed upon her door.
Ailictude Ccddwell Perry.
Maude Cladwell Perry
Perry, Maude Cladwell
Summer Died Last Night
750-751
750 Summer Died Last Night.
nations of weather are so characteristic
of our colonial climate that the other
afternoon I went out with my umbrella
against the raw cold rain of the morn-
ing, and had to raise it against the broil-
ing sun. Three days ago I could say
that the green of the woods had no touch
of hectic in it; but already the low trees
of the swampland have flamed into crim-
son. Every morning, when I look out,
this crimson is of a fierier intensity, and
the trees on the distant uplands are be-
ginning slowly to kindle, with a sort of
inner glow which has not yet burst into
a blaze. Here and there the goldenrod
is rusting; but there seem only to be
more and more asters of all sorts; and
I have seen ladies coming home with
sheaves of blue gentians; I have heard
that the orchids are beginning again to
light their tender lamps from the burn-
ing blackberry vines that stray from the
pastures to the edge of the swamps.
After an apparently total evanescence
there has been a like resuscitation of the
spirit of summer society. In the very
last week of September we have gone to
a supper, which lingered far out of its
season like one of these late flowers, and
there has been an afternoon tea which
assembled an astonishing number of cot-
tagers, all secretly surprised to find one
another still here, and professing openly
a pity tinged with contempt for those who
are here no longer.
I blamed those who had gone home,
but I myself sniff the asphalt afar; the
roar of the street calls to me with the
magic that the voice of the sea is losing.
Just 110W it shines entreatingly, it shines
winningly, in the sun which is mellowing
to an October tenderness, and it shines
under a moon of perfect orb, which seems
to have the whole heavens to itself in
the first watch of the night, except
for the red planet Mars. This be-
gins to burn in the west before the flush
of sunset has passed from it; and then
later, a few moon-washed stars pierce the
vast vault with their keen points. The
stars which so powdered the summer sky
seem mostly to have gone back to town,
where no doubt people mistake them for
electric lights.
W. D. Howells.
SUMMER DIED LAST NIGHT.
SUMMER died last night,
Lady of Delight,
Summer died last night;
Look for her no more.
In the early gray
Of this golden day,
In the early gray
By the mirrored shore
I saw leaves of red,
So I knew her dead,
I saw leaves of red
Wreathed upon her door.
Ailictude Ccddwell Perry.
Among the Birds of the Yosemite. 751
AMONG THE BIRDS OF THE YOSEMITE.
TRAVELERS in the Sierra forests usu-
ally complain of the want of life. The
trees, they say, are fine, but the empty
stillness is deadly; there are no animals
to be seen, no birds. We have not heard
a song in all the woods. And no won-
der! They go in large parties with
mules and horses; they make a great
noise; they are dressed in outlandish,
unnatural colors: every animal shuns
them. Even the frightened pines would
run away if they could. But Nature
lovers, devout, silent, open-eyed, looking
and listening with love, find no lack of
inhabitants in these mountain mansions,
and they come to them gladly. Not to
mention the large animals or the small in-
sect people, every waterfall has its ouzel
and every tree its squirrel or tamias or
bird: tiny nuthatch threading the furrows
of the bark, cheerily whispering to itself
as it deftly pries off loose scales and ex-
amines the curled edges of lichens; or
Clarke crow or jay examining the cones;
or some singer oriole, tanager, warbler
resting, feeding, attending to domes-
tic affairs. Hawks and eagles sail over-
head, grouse walk in happy flocks below,
and song sparrows sing in every bed of
chaparral. There is no crowding, to be
sure. Unlike the low Eastern trees, those
of the Sierra in the main forest belt aver-
age nearly two hundred feet in height,
and of course many birds are required
to make much show in them and many
voices to fill them. Nevertheless, the
whole range from foothills to snowy sum-
mits is shaken into song every summer;
and though low and thin in winter, the
music never ceases.
The sage cock Centroeercus uro-
phasianus is the largest of the Sierra
game-birds and the king of American
grouse. It is an admirably strong, hardy,
handsome, independent bird, able with
comfort to bid defiance to beat, cold,
drought, hunger, and all sorts of storms,
living on whatever seeds or insects chance
to come in its way, or simply on the leaves
of sage-brush, everywhere abundant on
its desert range. In winter, when the
temperature is oftentimes below zero,
and heavy snowstorms are blowing, he
sits beneath a sage bush and allows him-
self to be covered, poking his head now
and then through the snow to feed on
the leaves of his shelter. Not even the
Arctic ptarmigan is hardier in braving
frost and snow and wintry darkness.
When in full plumage he is a beautiful
bird, with along, firm, sharp-pointed tail,
which in walking is slightly raised and
swings sidewise back and forth with each
step. The male is handsomely marked
with black and white on the neck, back,
and wings, weighs five or six pounds, and
measures about thirty inches in length.
The female is clad mostly in plain brown,
and is not so large. They occasionally
wander from the sage plains into the open
nut - pine and juniper woods, but never
enter the main coniferous forest. It is
only in the broad, dry, half-desert sage
plains that they are quite at home, where
the weather is blazing hot in summer, cold
in winter. If any one passes through a
flock, all squat on the gray ground and
hold their heads low, hoping to escape
observation; but when approached with-
in a rod or so, they rise with a magnifi-
cent burst of wing-beats, looking about
as big as turkeys and making a noise like
a whirlwind.
On the 28th of June, at the head of
Owens Yalley, I caught one of the young
that was then just able to fly. It was
seven inches long, of a uniform gray
color, blunt-billed, and when captured
cried lustily in a shrill piping voice, clear
in tone as a boys small willow whistle.
I have seen flocks of from ten to thirty
or forty on the east margin of the park,
John Muir
Muir, John
Among the Birds of the Yosemite
751-761
Among the Birds of the Yosemite. 751
AMONG THE BIRDS OF THE YOSEMITE.
TRAVELERS in the Sierra forests usu-
ally complain of the want of life. The
trees, they say, are fine, but the empty
stillness is deadly; there are no animals
to be seen, no birds. We have not heard
a song in all the woods. And no won-
der! They go in large parties with
mules and horses; they make a great
noise; they are dressed in outlandish,
unnatural colors: every animal shuns
them. Even the frightened pines would
run away if they could. But Nature
lovers, devout, silent, open-eyed, looking
and listening with love, find no lack of
inhabitants in these mountain mansions,
and they come to them gladly. Not to
mention the large animals or the small in-
sect people, every waterfall has its ouzel
and every tree its squirrel or tamias or
bird: tiny nuthatch threading the furrows
of the bark, cheerily whispering to itself
as it deftly pries off loose scales and ex-
amines the curled edges of lichens; or
Clarke crow or jay examining the cones;
or some singer oriole, tanager, warbler
resting, feeding, attending to domes-
tic affairs. Hawks and eagles sail over-
head, grouse walk in happy flocks below,
and song sparrows sing in every bed of
chaparral. There is no crowding, to be
sure. Unlike the low Eastern trees, those
of the Sierra in the main forest belt aver-
age nearly two hundred feet in height,
and of course many birds are required
to make much show in them and many
voices to fill them. Nevertheless, the
whole range from foothills to snowy sum-
mits is shaken into song every summer;
and though low and thin in winter, the
music never ceases.
The sage cock Centroeercus uro-
phasianus is the largest of the Sierra
game-birds and the king of American
grouse. It is an admirably strong, hardy,
handsome, independent bird, able with
comfort to bid defiance to beat, cold,
drought, hunger, and all sorts of storms,
living on whatever seeds or insects chance
to come in its way, or simply on the leaves
of sage-brush, everywhere abundant on
its desert range. In winter, when the
temperature is oftentimes below zero,
and heavy snowstorms are blowing, he
sits beneath a sage bush and allows him-
self to be covered, poking his head now
and then through the snow to feed on
the leaves of his shelter. Not even the
Arctic ptarmigan is hardier in braving
frost and snow and wintry darkness.
When in full plumage he is a beautiful
bird, with along, firm, sharp-pointed tail,
which in walking is slightly raised and
swings sidewise back and forth with each
step. The male is handsomely marked
with black and white on the neck, back,
and wings, weighs five or six pounds, and
measures about thirty inches in length.
The female is clad mostly in plain brown,
and is not so large. They occasionally
wander from the sage plains into the open
nut - pine and juniper woods, but never
enter the main coniferous forest. It is
only in the broad, dry, half-desert sage
plains that they are quite at home, where
the weather is blazing hot in summer, cold
in winter. If any one passes through a
flock, all squat on the gray ground and
hold their heads low, hoping to escape
observation; but when approached with-
in a rod or so, they rise with a magnifi-
cent burst of wing-beats, looking about
as big as turkeys and making a noise like
a whirlwind.
On the 28th of June, at the head of
Owens Yalley, I caught one of the young
that was then just able to fly. It was
seven inches long, of a uniform gray
color, blunt-billed, and when captured
cried lustily in a shrill piping voice, clear
in tone as a boys small willow whistle.
I have seen flocks of from ten to thirty
or forty on the east margin of the park,
752 Among the Birds of the Yosemite.
where the Mono Desert meets the gray
foothills of the Sierra; but since cattle
have been pastured there they are be-
coming rarer every year.
Another magnificent bird, the blue or
dusky grouse, next in size to the sage
cock, is found all through the main forest
belt, though not in great numbers. They
like best the heaviest silver - fir woods
near garden and meadow openings, where
there is but little underbrush to cover the
approach of enemies. When a flock of
these brave birds, sauntering and feed-
ing on the sunny flowery levels of some
hidden meadow or Yosemite valley far
back in the heart of the mountains, see a
man for the first time in their lives, they
rise with hurried notes of surprise and ex-
citement and alight on the lowest branches
of the trees, wondering what the wander-
er may be, and showing great eagerness
to get a good view of the strange vertical
animal. Knowing nothing of guns, they
allow you to approach within a half dozen
paces, then quietly hop a few branches
higher or fly to the next tree without a
thought of concealment, so that you may
observe them as long as you like, near
enough to see the fine shading of their
plumage, the feathers on their toes, and
the innocent wonderment in their beauti-
ful wild eyes. But in the neighborhood
of roads and trails they soon become shy,
and when disturbed fly into the highest,
leafiest trees, and suddenly become invis-
ible, so well do they know how to hide
and keep still and make use of their pro-
tective coloring. Nor can they be easily
dislodged ere they are ready to go. In
vain the hunter goes round and round
some tall pine or fir into which he has
perhaps seen a dozen enter, gazing up
through the branches, straining his eyes
while his gun is held ready; not a fea-
ther can he see unless his eyes have been
sharpened by long experience and know-
ledge of the blue grouses habits. Then,
perhaps, when he is thinking that the tree
must be hollow and that the birds have
all gone inside, they burst forth with a
startling whir of wing - beats, and after
gaining full speed go skating swiftly away
through the forest arches in a long, silent,
wavering slide, with wings held steady.
During the summer they are most of
the time on the ground, feeding on in-
sects, seeds, berries, etc., around the mar-
gills of open spots and rocky moraines,
playing and sauntering, taking sun baths
and sand baths, and drinking at little
pools and rills during the heat of the
day. In winter they live mostly in the
trees, depending on buds for food, shelter-
ing beneath dense overlapping branches
at night and during storms on the lee-
side of the trunk, sunning themselves on
the southside limbs in fine weather, and
sometimes diving into the mealy snow to
flutter and wallow, apparently for exer-
cise and fun.
I have seen young broods running
beneath the firs in June at a height of
eight thousand feet above the sea. On the
approach of danger, the mother with a
peculiar cry warns the helpless midgets
to scatter and bide beneath leaves and
twigs, and even in plain open places it is
almost impossible to discover them. In
the meantime the mother feigns lame-
ness, throws herself at your feet, kicks
and gasps and flutters, to draw your at-
tention from the chicks. The young are
generally able to fly about the middle of
July; but even after they can fly well
they are usually advised to run and hide
and lie still, no matter how closely ap-
proached, while the mother goes on with
her loving, lying acting, apparently as
desperately concerned for their safety
as when they were featherless infants.
Sometimes, however, after carefully
studyiiig the circumstances, she tells them
to take wing; and up and away in a blur-
ry birr and whir they scatter to all points
of the compass, as if blown up with gun-
powder, dropping cunningly out of sight
three or four hundred yards off, and keep-
ing quiet until called, after the danger
is supposed to be past. If you walk on
a little way without manifesting any in-
Among the Birds of the Yosemite. 753
clination to hunt them, you may sit down
at the foot of a tree near enough to see
and hear the happy reunion. One touch
of nature makes the whole world kin;
and it is truly wonderful how love-telling
the small voices of these birds are, and
how far they reach through the woods
into one anothers hearts and into ours.
The tones are so perfectly human and
so full of anxious affection, few moun-
taineers can fail to be touched by them.
They are cared for until full grown.
On the 20th of August, as I was passing
along the margin of a garden spot on the
head-waters of the San Joaquin, a grouse
rose from the ruins of an old juniper that
had been uprooted and brought down by
an avalanche from a cliff overhead. She
threw herself at my feet, limped and flut-
tered and gasped, showing, as I thought,
that she had a nest and was raising a
second brood. Looking for the eggs, I
was surprised to see a strong - winged
flock nearly as large as the mother fly up
around me.
Instead of seeking a warmer climate
when the winter storms set in, these hardy
birds stay all the year in the High Sierra
forests, and I have never known them
to suffer in any sort of weather. Able
to live on the buds of pine, spruce, and
fir, they are forever independent in the
matter of food supply, which gives so
many of us trouble, dragging us here
and there away from our best work.
How gladly I would live on pine buds,
however pitchy, for the sake of this grand
independence. With all his superior re-
sources, man makes more distractin.g dif-
ficulty concerning food than any other
of the family.
The mountain quail or plumed par-
tridge (Oreortyx pictus plumiferus) is
common in all the upper portions of the
park, though nowhere found in large
numbers. He ranges considerably high-
er than the grouse in summer, but is
unable to endure the heavy storms of
winter. When his food is buried he de-
scends the range to the brushy foothills,
VOL. LXXXII. NO. 494. 48
a height of from two thousand to three
thousand feet above the sea; but like
every true mountaineer, he is quick to
follow the spring back into the highest
mountains. I think he is the very hand-
somest and most interesting of all the
American partridges, larger and hand-
somer than the famous Bob White, or
even the fine California valley quail or
the Massena partridge of Arizona and
Mexico. That he is not so regarded, is
because as a lonely mountaineer he is
not half known.
His plumage is delicately shaded,
brown above, white and rich chestnut
below and on the sides, with many dainty
markings of black and white and gray
here and there, while his beautiful head
plume, three or four inches long, nearly
straight, composed of two feathers close-
ly folded so as to appear as one, is worn
jauntily slanted backward like a single
feather in a boys cap, giving him a very
marked appearance. They wander over
the lonely mountains in family flocks of
from six to fifteen, beneath ceanothus,
manzanita, and wild cherry thickets, and
over dry sandy flats, glacier meadows,
rocky ridges, and beds of bryanthus
around glacier lakes, especially in au-
tumn when the berries of the upper gar-
dens are ripe, uttering low clucking notes
to enable them to keep together. When
they are so suddenly disturbed that they
are afraid they cannot escape the danger
by running into thickets, they rise with
a fine hearty whir and scatter in the
brush over an area of half a square mile
or so, a few of them diving into leafy
trees. But as soon as the danger is past,
the parents with a clear piping note call
them together again. By the end of July
the young are two thirds grown and fly
well, though only dire necessity can com-
pel them to try their wings. In gait,
gestures, habits, and general behavior
they are like domestic chickens, but in-
finitely finer, searching for insects and
seeds, looking to this side and that,
scratching among fallen leaves, jumping
754 Among the Birds of the Yosemite.
up to pull down grass heads, and cluck-
ing and muttering in low tones.
Once when I was seated at the foot of
a tree on the head-waters of the Merced,
sketching, I heard a flock up the valley
behind me, and by their voices gradually
sounding nearer I knew that they were
feeding toward me. I kept still, hoping
to see them. Soon one came within
three or four feet of me, without noti-
cing me any more than if I were a stump
or a bulging part of the trunk against
which I was leaning, my clothing being
brown, nearly like the bark. Presently
along came another and another, and
it was delightful to get so near a view
of these handsome chickens perfectly un-
disturbed, observe their manners, and
hear their low peaceful notes. At last
one of them caught my eye, gazed in si-
lent wonder for a moment, then uttered
a peculiar cry, which was followed by a
lot of hurried muttered notes that sound-
ed like speech. The others, of course,
saw me as soon as the alarm was sound-
ed, and joined the wonder talk, gazing
and chattering, astonished but not fright-
ened. Then all with one accord ran
back with the news to the rest of the
flock. What is it? what is it? Oh,
you never saw the like, they seemed to
be saying. Not a deer, or a wolf, or
a bear; come see, come see. Where?
where? Down there by that tree.
Then they approached cautiously, past
the tree, stretching their necks, and look-
ing up in turn as if knowing from the
story told them just where I was. For
fifteen or twenty minutes they kept com-
ing and going, venturing within a few
feet of me, and discussing the wonder
in charming chatter. Their curiosity at
last satisfied, they began to scatter and
feed again, going back in the direction
they had come from; while I, loath to
part with them, followed noiselessly,
crawling beneath the bushes, keeping
them in sight for an hour or two, learn-
ing their habits, and finding out what
seeds and berries they liked best.
The valley quail is not a mountaineer,
and seldom enters the park except at a
few of the lowest places on the western
boundary. It belongs to the brushy
foothills and plains, orchards and wheat-
fields, and is a hundred times more
numerous than the mountain quail. It
is a beautiful bird, about the size of the
Bob White, and has a handsome crest
of four or five feathers an inch long,
recurved, standing nearly erect at times
or drooping forward. The loud calls of
these quails in the spring Pe-check-
ah, Pe-check-a, Hoy, Hoy are heard
far and near over all the lowlands. They
have vastly increased in numbers since
the settlement of the country, notwith-
standing the immense numbers killed
every season by boys and pot-hunters as
well as the regular leggined sportsmen
from the towns; for mans destructive
action is more than counterbalanced by
increased supply of food from cultiva-
tion, and by the destruction of their ene-
mies coyotes, skunks, foxes, hawks,
owls, etc. which not only kill the old
birds, but plunder their nests. Where
coyotes and skunks abound, scarce one
pair in a hundred is successful in raising
a brood. So well aware are these birds
of the protection afforded by man, even
now that the number of their wild ene-
mies has been greatly diminished, that
they prefer to nest near houses, notwith-
standing they are so shy. Four or five
pairs rear their young around our cot-
tage every spring. One year a pair
nested in a straw pile within four or five
feet of the stable door, and did not leave
the eggs when the men led the horses
back and forth within a foot or two.
For many seasons a pair nested in a tuft
of pampas grass in the garden; another
pair in an ivy vine on the cottage roof,
and when the young were hatched, it
was interesting to see the parents getting
the fluffy dots down. They were great-
ly excited, and their anxious calls and
directions to their many babes attracted
our attention. They bad no great dif
Among the Birds of the Yosemite. 755
ficulty in persuading the young birds to
pitch themselves from the main roof to
the porch roof among the ivy, but to get
them safely down from the latter to the
ground, a distance of ten feet, was most
distressing. It seemed impossible the
frail soft things could avoid being killed.
The anxious parents led them to a point
above a spir~a bush, that reached nearly
to the eaves, which they seemed to know
would break the fall. Anyhow they led
their chicks to this point, and with infi-
nite coaxing and encouragement got
them to tumble themselves off. Down
they rolled and sifted through the soft
leaves and panicles to the pavement, and,
strange to say, all got away unhurt ex-
cept one that lay as if dead for a few
minutes. When it revived, the joyful
parents, with their brood fairly launched
oa the journey of life, proudly led them
down the cottage hill, through the gar-
den, and along an osage orange hedge
into the cherry orchard. These charm-
ing birds even enter towns and villages,
where the gardens are of good size and
guns are forbidden, sometimes going sev-
eral miles to feed, and returning every
evening to their roosts in ivy or brushy
trees and shrubs.
Geese occasionally visit the park, but
never stay long. Sometimes on their
way across the range, a flock wanders
into Hetch-Hetchy or Yosemite to rest
or get something to eat, and if shot at,
are often sorely bewildered in seeking a
way out. I have seen them rise from
the meadow or river, wheel round in a
spiral until a height of four or five hun-
dred feet was reached, then form ranks
and try to fly over the wall. But Yo-
semite magnitudes seem to be as decep-
tive to geese as to men, for they would
suddenly find themselves against the
cliffs not a fourth of the way to the top.
Then turning in confusion, and scream-
ing at the strange heights, they would
try the opposite side, and so on, until ex-
hausted they were compelled to rest, and
only after discovering the river caiion
could they make their escape. Large
harrow-shaped flocks may often be seen
crossing the range in the spring, at a
height of at least fourteen thousand feet.
Think of the strength of wing required
to sustain so heavy a bird in air so thin.
At this elevation it is but little over half
as dense as at the sea level. Yet they
hold bravely on in beautifully dressed
ranks, and have breath enough to spare
for loud honking. After the crest of the
Sierra is passed it is only a smooth slide
down the sky to the waters of Mono,
where they may rest as long as they
like.
Ducks of five or six species, among
which are the mallard and wood duck,
go far up into the heart of the moun-
tains in the spring, and of course come
down in the fall with the families they
have reared. A few, as if loath to leave
the mountains, pass the winter in the
lower valleys of the park at a height of
three thousand to four thousand feet,
where the main streams are never wholly
frozen over, and snow never falls to a
great depth or lies long. In summer
they are found up to a height of eleven
thousand feet on all the lakes and
branches of the rivers except the small-
est, and those beside the glaciers encum-
bered with drifting ice and snow. I found
mallards and wood ducks at Lake Te-
naya, June 1, before the ice-covering was
half melted, and a flock of young ones
in Bloody Cafion Lake, June 20. They
are usually met in pairs, never in large
flocks. No place is too wild or rocky
or solitary for these brave swimmers, no
stream too rapid. In the roaring, re-
sounding cafion torrents, they seem as
much at home as in the tranquil reaches
and lakes of the broad glacial valleys.
Abandoning themselves to the wild play
of the waters, they go drifting confid-
ingly through blinding, thrashing spray,
dancing on boulder-dashed waves, toss-
ing in beautiful security on rougher wa-
ter than is usually encountered by sea
birds when storms are blowing.
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A mother duck with her family of ten
little ones, waltzing round and round in
a pot-hole ornamented with foam bells,
huge rocks leaning over them, cascades
above and below and beside them, made
one of the most interesting bird pictures
I ever saw.
I have never found the great northern
diver in the park lakes. Most of them
are inaccessible to him. He might plump
down into them, but would hardly be
able to get out of them, since, with his
small wings and heavy body, a wide ex-
panse of elbow room is required in rising.
Now and then one may be seen in the
lower Sierra lakes to the northward about
Lassens Butte and Shasta, at a height of
four thousand to five thousand feet, mak-
ing the loneliest places lonelier with the
wildest of wild cries.
Plovers are found along the sandy
shores of nearly all the mountain lakes,
tripping daintily on the waters edge,
picking up insects; and it is interesting
to learn how few of these familiar birds
are required to make a solitude cheerful.
Sandhill cranes are sometimes found
in comparatively small marshes, mere
dots in the mighty forest. In such spots,
at an elevation of from six thousand to
eight thousand feet above the sea, they
are occasionally met in pairs as early as
the end of May, while the snow is still
deep in the surrounding fir and sugar-
pine woods. And on sunny days in an-
tumn, large flocks may be seen sailing at
a great height above the forests, shaking
the crisp air into rolling waves with their
hearty koor-r-r, koor-r-r uck-uck, soaring
in circles for hours together on their
majestic wings, seeming to float without
effort like clouds, eying the wrinkled
landscape outspread like a map mottled
with lakes and glaciers and meadows,
and streaked with shadowy cafions and
streams, and surveying every frog marsh
and sandy flat within a hundred miles.
Eagles and hawks are oftentimes seen
above the ridges and domes. The great-
est height at which I have observed them
was about twelve thousand feet, over the
summits of Mount Hoffman, in the mid-
dle region of the park. A few pairs had
their nests on the cliffs of this mountain,
and could be seen every day in sum-
mer, hunting marmots, mountain beavers,
pikas, etc. A pair of golden eagles have
made their home in Yosemite ever since
I went there thirty years ago. Their
nest is on the Nevada Fall Cliff, oppo-
site the Liberty Cap. Their screams are
rather pleasant to hear in the vast gulfs
between the granite cliffs, and they help
the owls in keeping the echoes busy.
But of all the birds of the High Sierra,
the strangest, noisiest, and most notable
is the Clarke crow (Nucifraga columbi-
ana). He is a foot long and nearly two
feet in extent of wing, ashy gray in gen-
eral color, with black wings, white tail,
and a strong sharp bill, with which he
digs into pine cones for the seeds on
which he mainly subsists. He is quick,
boisterous, jerky, and irregular in his
movements and speech, and makes a tre-
mendously loud and showy advertise-
ment of himself, swooping and diving
in deep curves across gorges and valleys
from ridge to ridge, alighting on dead
spars, looking warily about him, and leav-
ing his dry springy perches trembling
from the vigor of his kick as he launches
himself for a new flight, screaming from
time to time loud enough to be heard
more than a mile in still weather. He
dwells far back on the high, storm-beaten
margin of the forest, where the mountain
pine, juniper, and hemlock grow wide
apart on glacier pavements and domes
and rough crumbling ridges, and the
dwarf pine makes a low crinkled growth
along the flanks of the summit peaks.
In so open a region, of course, he is well
seen. Everybody notices him, and no-
body at first knows what to make of him.
One guesses he must be a woodpecker,
another a crow or some sort of jay, an-
other a magpie. He seems to be a pret-
ty thoroughly mixed and fermented com-
pound of all these birds, has all their
Among the Birds of the Yosemite. 757
strength, cunning, shyness, thievishness,
and wary, suspicious curiosity combined
and condensed. He flies like a wood-
pecker, hammers dead limbs for insects,
digs big holes in pine cones to get at the
seeds, cracks nuts held between his toes,
cries like a crow or Steller jay, but
in a far louder, harsher, and more for-
bidding tone of voice, and besides his
crow caws and screams, has a great va-
riety of small chatter talk, mostly uttered
in a fault-finding tone. Like the mag-
pie, he steals articles that can be of no
use to him. Once when I made my camp
in a grove at Cathedral Lake, I chanced
to leave a cake of soap on the shore
where I had been washing, and a few
minutes afterward I saw my soap flying
past me through the grove, pushed by a
Clarke crow.
In winter, when the snow is deep, the
cones of the mountain pines empty, and
the juniper, hemlock, and dwarf pine or-
chards buried, he comes down to glean
seeds in the yellow pine forests, startling
the grouse with his loud screams. But
even in winter, in calm weather, he stays
in his high mountain home, defying the
bitter frost. Once I lay snowbound
through a three days storm at the tim-
ber-line on Mount Shasta; and while the
roaring snow-laden blast swept by, one of
these brave birds came to my camp, and
began hammering at the cones on the
topmost branches of half-buried pines,
without showing the slightest distress.
I have seen Clarke crows feeding their
young as early as June 19, at a height
of more than ten thousand feet, when
nearly the whole landscape was snow-
covered.
They are excessively shy,~ and keep
away from the traveler as long as they
think they are observed; but when one
goes on without seeming to notice them,
or sits down and keeps still, their curi-
osity speedily gets the better of their
caution, and they come flying from tree
to tree, nearer and nearer, and watch
every motion. Few, I am afraid, will
ever learn to like this bird, he is so sus-
picious and self-reliant, and his voice is
so harsh that to most ears the scream of
the eagle will seem melodious compared
with it. Yet the mountaineer who has
battled and suffered and struggled must
admire his strength and endurance,
the way he faces the mountain weather,
cleaves the icy blasts, cares for his young,
and digs a living from the stern wilder-
ness. Higher yet than Nucifraga dwells
the little dun - headed sparrow (Leuco.
sticte tephroeotis). From early spring
to late autumn he is to be found only
on the snowy icy peaks at the head of
the glacier cirques and cafions. His feed-
ing grounds in spring are the snow sheets
between the peaks, and in midsummer
and autumn the glaciers. Many bold in-
sects go mountaineering almost as soon
as they are born, ascending the highest
summits on the mild breezes that blow
in from the sea every day during steady
weather; but comparatively few of these
adventurers find their way down or see
a flower bed again. Getting tired and
chilly, they alight on the snow fields and
glaciers, attracted perhaps by the glare,
take cold, and die. There they lie as if
on a white cloth purposely outspread for
them, and the dun sparrows find them
a rich and varied repast requiring no
pursuit, bees al-id butterflies on ice,
and many spicy beetles, a perpetual feast,
on tables big for guests so small, and in
vast banqueting halls ventilated by cool
breezes that ruffle the feathers of the
fairy brownies. Happy fellows, no rivals
come to dispute possession with them.
No other birds, not even hawks, as far
as I have noticed, live so high. They
see people so seldom, they flutter around
the explorer with the liveliest curiosity,
and come down a little way, sometimes
nearly a mile, to meet him and conduct
him into their icy homes.
When I was exploring the Merced
group, climbing up the grand calion be-
tween the Merced and Red mountains
into the fountain amphitheatre of an an-
758 Among the Birds of the Yosemite.
cient glacier, just as I was approaching
the small active glacier that leans back
in the shadow of Merced Mountain, a
flock of twenty or thirty of these little
birds, the first I had seen, came down
the cafton to meet me, flying low, straight
toward me as if they meant to fly in my
face. Instead of attacking me or pass-
ing by, they circled round my head,
chirping and fluttering for a minute or
two, then turned and escorted me up the
cailon, alighting on the nearest rocks on
either hand, and flying ahead a few
yards at a time to keep even with me.
I have not discovered their winter
quarters. Probably they are in the de-
sert ranges to the eastward, for I never
saw any of them in Yosemite, the win-
ter refuge of so many of the mountain
birds.
Hummingbirds are among the best and
most conspicuous of the mountaineers,
flashing their ruby throats in countless
wild gardens far up the higher slopes,
where they would be least expected. All
one has to do to enjoy the company of
these mountain-loving midgets is to dis-
play a showy blanket or handkerchief.
The arctic bluebird is another delight-
ful mountaineer, singing a wild, cheery
song and carrying the sky on his back
over all the gray ridges and domes of
the subalpine region.
A fine, hearty, good-natured lot of
woodpeckers dwell in the park, and keep
it lively all the year round. Among
the most notable of these are the mag-
nificent log cock (CeophUens pileatus),
the prince of Sierra woodpeckers, and
only second in rank, as far as I know, of
all the woodpeckers of the world; the
Lewis woodpecker, large, black, glossy,
that flaps and flies like a crow, does but
little hammering, and feeds in great part
on wild cherries and berries; and the
carpenter, who stores up great quantities
of acorns in the bark of trees for winter
use. The last named species is a beau-
tiful bird, charmingly familiar and far
more common than the others. In the
woods of the West he represents the
eastern red-head. Bright, cheerful, in-
dustrious, not in the least shy, the car-
penters give delightful animation to the
open Sierra forests at a height of from
three thousand to fifty-five hundred feet,
especially in autumn when the acorns are
ripe. Then no squirrel works harder at
his pine-nut harvest than these wood-
peckers at their acorn harvest, drilling
holes in the thick, corky bark of the yel-
low pine and incense cedar, in which to
store the crop for winter use; a hole for
each acorn, so nicely adjusted as to size
that when the acorn, point foremost, is
driven in, it fits so well that it cannot be
drawn out without digging around it.
Each acorn is thus carefully stared in
a dry bin, perfectly protected from the
weather, a most laborious method of
stowing away a crop, a granary for each
kernel. Yet the birds seem never to
weary at the work, but go on so dili-
gently that they seem determined to save
every acorn in the grove. They are never
seen eating acorns at the time they are
storing them, and it is commonly be-
lieved that they never eat them or intend
to eat them, but that the wise birds store
them and protect them from the depreda-
tions of squirrels and jays, solely for the
sake of the worms they are supposed to
contain. And because these worms are
too small for use at the time the acorns
drop, they are shut up like lean calves
and steers, each in a separate stall with
abundance of food, to grow big and fat
by the time they will be most wanted,
that is, in winter, when insects are scarce
and stall-fed worms most valuable. So
these woodpeckers are supposed to be a
sort of cattle-raisers, each with a drove
of thousands, rivaling the ants that raise
grain and keep herds of plant lice for
milk cows. Needless to say the story is
not true, though some naturalists even
believe it. When Emerson was in the
park, having heard the worm story and
seen the great pines plugged full of
acorns, he asked (just to pump me,
Among the Birds of the Yosemite. 759
I suppose), Why do the woodpeckers
take the trouble to put acorns into the
bark of the trees? For the same
reason, I replied, that bees store
honey and squirrels nuts. But they
tell me, Mr. Muir, that woodpeckers
dont eat acorns. Yes, they do, I
said, I have seen them eating them.
During snowstorms they seem to eat lit-
tle besides acorns. I have repeatedly
interrupted them at their meals, and seen
the perfectly sound, half-eaten acorns.
They eat them in the shell as some peo-
ple eat eggs. But what about the
worms? I suppose, I said, that
when they come to a wormy one they
eat both worm and acorn. Anyhow,
they eat the sound ones when they cant
find anything they like better, and from
the time they store them until they are
used they guard them, and woe to the
squirrel or jay caught stealing. In-
dians, in times of scarcity, frequently
resort to these stores and chop them out
with hatchets; a bushel or more may be
gathered from a single cedar or pine.
The common robin, with all his famil-
iar notes and gestures, is found nearly
everywhere throughout the park, in
shady dells beneath dogwoods and ma-
ples, along the flowery banks of the
streams, tripping daintily about the mar-
gins of meadows in the firand pine woods,
and far beyond on the shores of glacier
lakes and the slopes of the peaks. How
admirable the constitution and temper
of this cheery, graceful bird, keeping glad
health over so vast and varied a range.
In all America he is at home, flying
from plains to mountains up and down,
north and south, away and back, with the
seasons and supply of food. Oftentimes,
in the High Sierra, as you wanderthrough
the solemn woods, awe-stricken and si-
lent, you will hear the reassuring voice of
this fellow wanderer ringing out sweet
and clear as if saying, Fear not, fear
not. Only love is here. In the sever-
est solitudes he seems as happy as in gar-
dens and apple orchards.
The robins enter the park as soon as the
snow melts, and go on up the mountains,
gradually higher, with the opening flow-
ers, until the topmost glacier meadows
are reached in June and July. After the
short summer is done, they descend like
most other summer visitors in concord
with the weather, keeping out of the first
heavy snows as much as possible, while
lingering among the frost-nipped wild
cherries on the slopes just below the
glacier meadows. Thence they go to the
lower slopes of the forest region, com-
pelled to make haste at times by heavy
all-day storms, picking up seeds or be-
numbed insects by the way, and at last
all, save a few that winter in Yose-
mite valleys, arrive in the vineyards
and orchards and stubble-fields of the
lowlands in November, picking up fallen
fruit and grain, and awakening old-time
memories among the white-headed pio-
neers, who cannot fail to recognize the
influence of so homelike a bird. They
are then in flocks of hundreds, and make
their way into the gardens of towns as
well as into the parks and fields and or-
chards about the bay of San Francisco,
where many of the wanderers are shot
for sport and the morsel of meat on
their breasts. Man then seems a beast
of prey. Not ev~n genuine piety can
make the robin-killer quite respectable.
Saturday is the great slaughter day in
the bay region. Then the city pot-hunt-
ers, with a ragtag of boys, go forth to
kill, kept in countenance by a sprinkling
of regular sportsmen arrayed in self-
conscious majesty and leggins, leading
dogs and carrying hammerless, breech-
loading guns of famous makers. Over
the fine landscapes the killing goes for~
ward with shameful enthusiasm. After
escaping countless dangers, thousands
fall, big bagfuls are gathered, many are
left wounded to die slowly, no Red Cross
Society to help them. Next day, Sun-
day, the blood and leggins vanish from
the most devout of the bird butchers,
who go to church. carrying gold-headed
760 Among the Birds of the Yosemite.
canes instead of guns. After hymns,
prayers, and sermon they go home to
feast, to put Gods songbirds to use, put
them in their dinners instead of in their
hearts, eat them, and suck the pitiful lit-
tle drumsticks. It is only race living on
race, to be sure, but Christians singing
Divine Love need not be driven to such
straits while wheat and apples grow and
the shops are full of dead cattle. Song-
birds for food! Compared with this,
making kindlings of pianos and violins
would be pious economy.
The larks come in large flocks from
the hills and mountains in the fall, and
are slaughtered as ruthlessly as the rob-
ins. Fortunately, most of our songbirds
keep back in leafy hidings, and are com-
paratively inaccessible.
The water ouzel, in his rocky home
amid foaming waters, seldom sees a gun,
and of all the singers I like him the
best. He is a plainly dressed little bird,
about the size of a robin, with short, crisp,
but rather broad wings, and a tail of
moderate length, slanted up, giving him
with his nodding, bobbing manners a
wrennish look. He is usually seen flut-
tering about in the spray of falls and
the rapid cascading portions of the main
branches of the rivers. These are his fa-
vorite haunts; but he is often seen also
on comparatively level reaches and occa-
sionally on the shores of mountain lakes,
especially at the beginning of winter,
when heavy snowfalls have blurred the
streams with sludge. Though not a wa-
ter bird in structure, he gets his living in
the water, and is never seen away from
the immediate margin of streams. He
dives fearlessly into rough, boiling eddies
and rapids to feed at the bottom, flying
under water seemingly as easily as in
the air. Sometimes he wades in shallow
places, thrusting his head under from
time to time in a nodding, frisky way
that is sure to attract attention. His
flight is a solid whir of wing-beats like
that of a partridge, and in going from
place to place along his favorite string
of rapids he follows the windings of the
stream, and usually alights on some rock
or snag on the bank or out in the cur-
rent, or rarely on the dry limb of an
overhanging tree, perching like a tree
bird when it suits his convenience. He
has the oddest, neatest manners im-
aginable, and all his gestures as he flits
about in the wild, dashing waters be-
speak the utmost cheerfulness and con-
fidence. He sings both winter and sum-
mer, in all sorts of weather, a sweet,
fluty melody, rather low, and much less
keen and accentuated than from the
brisk vigor of his movements one would
be led to expect.
How romantic and beautiful is the life
of this brave little singer on the wild
mountain streams, building his round
bossy nest of moss by the side of a rapid
or fall, where it is sprinkled and kept
fresh and green by the spray! No won-
der he sings well, since all the air about
him is music; every breath he draws is
part of a song, and he gets his first music
lessons before he is born; for the eggs
vibrate in time with the tones of the
waterfalls. Bird and stream are insep-
arable, songful and wild, gentle and
strong, the bird ever in danger in the
midst of the streams mad whirlpools,
yet seeming immortal. And so I might
go on, writing words, words, words; but
to what purpose? Go see him and love
him, and through him as through a win-
dow look into Natures warm heart.
John ]Ifuir.
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THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A REVOLUTIONIST.
THE CORPS OF PAGES.
I.
IN August, 1857, the long-cherished
ambition of my father was realized.
There was a vacancy in the corps of
pages which I could fill before I had
got beyond the age to which admission
was limited, and I was taken to St.
Petersburg and entered the school.
Only a hundred and fifty boys most-
ly children of the nobility belonging to
the court received education in this
privileged corps, which combined the
character of a military school endowed
with special rights and of a court in-
stitution attached to the imperial house-
hold. After a stay of four or five years
in the corps of pages, those who had
passed the final examinations were re-
ceived as officers in any regiment of
the guard or of the army they chose,
irrespective of the number of vacancies
in that regiment; and each year the
first sixteen pupils of the highest form
were nominated jpages de chambre; that
is, they were personally attached to the
several members of the imperial fam-
ily, the Emperor, the Empress, the
grand duchesses, and the grand dukes.
That was considered, of course, a great
honor; and, moreover, the young men
upon whom this honor was bestowed be-
came knowii at the court, and had after-
ward every chance of being nominated
aides-de-camp of the Emperor or of one
of the grand dukes, and consequently had
every facility for niaking a brilliant ca-
reer in the service of the state. Fathers
and mothers of families connected with
the court took due care, therefore, that
their boys should not miss entering the
corps of pages, even though entrance had
to be secured at the expense of other can-
didates who never saw a place opening
for them. Now that I was in the select
corps my father could give a free flight
to his ambitious dreams.
The corps was divided into five forms,
of which the highest was the first, aiid
the lowest the fifth, and the intention
was that I should enter the fourth form.
However, as it appeared at the examina-
tions that I was not sufficiently familiar
with decimal fractions, and as the fourth
form contained that year over forty pu-
pils, while only twenty had been mustered
for the fifth form, I was enrolled in the
latter.
I felt extremely vexed at this decision.
It was with reluctance that I entered a
military school, and now I should have
to stay in it five years instead of four.
What should I do in the fifth form, when
I knew already all that would be taught
in it? With tears in my eyes I spoke of
it to the inspector (the head of the edu-
cational department), but he answered
me with a joke. You know, he re-
marked, what C~sar said, better to
be the first in a village than the second
in Rome. To which I warmly replied
that I should prefer to be the very last,
if only I could leave the military school
as soon as possible. Perhaps, after
some time, you will like the school, he
remarked, and from that day he took a
liking to me.
To the teacher of arithmetic, who also
tried to console me, I gave my word of
honor that I would never cast a glance
into his textbook; and nevertheless you
will have to give me the highest marks.
I kept my word; but thinking now of
this scene, I fancy that the pupil was not
even then of a very docile disposition.
And yet, as I look back upon that re-
mote past, I cannot but feel grateful
for having been put in the lower form.
P. Kropotkin
Kropotkin, P.
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THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A REVOLUTIONIST.
THE CORPS OF PAGES.
I.
IN August, 1857, the long-cherished
ambition of my father was realized.
There was a vacancy in the corps of
pages which I could fill before I had
got beyond the age to which admission
was limited, and I was taken to St.
Petersburg and entered the school.
Only a hundred and fifty boys most-
ly children of the nobility belonging to
the court received education in this
privileged corps, which combined the
character of a military school endowed
with special rights and of a court in-
stitution attached to the imperial house-
hold. After a stay of four or five years
in the corps of pages, those who had
passed the final examinations were re-
ceived as officers in any regiment of
the guard or of the army they chose,
irrespective of the number of vacancies
in that regiment; and each year the
first sixteen pupils of the highest form
were nominated jpages de chambre; that
is, they were personally attached to the
several members of the imperial fam-
ily, the Emperor, the Empress, the
grand duchesses, and the grand dukes.
That was considered, of course, a great
honor; and, moreover, the young men
upon whom this honor was bestowed be-
came knowii at the court, and had after-
ward every chance of being nominated
aides-de-camp of the Emperor or of one
of the grand dukes, and consequently had
every facility for niaking a brilliant ca-
reer in the service of the state. Fathers
and mothers of families connected with
the court took due care, therefore, that
their boys should not miss entering the
corps of pages, even though entrance had
to be secured at the expense of other can-
didates who never saw a place opening
for them. Now that I was in the select
corps my father could give a free flight
to his ambitious dreams.
The corps was divided into five forms,
of which the highest was the first, aiid
the lowest the fifth, and the intention
was that I should enter the fourth form.
However, as it appeared at the examina-
tions that I was not sufficiently familiar
with decimal fractions, and as the fourth
form contained that year over forty pu-
pils, while only twenty had been mustered
for the fifth form, I was enrolled in the
latter.
I felt extremely vexed at this decision.
It was with reluctance that I entered a
military school, and now I should have
to stay in it five years instead of four.
What should I do in the fifth form, when
I knew already all that would be taught
in it? With tears in my eyes I spoke of
it to the inspector (the head of the edu-
cational department), but he answered
me with a joke. You know, he re-
marked, what C~sar said, better to
be the first in a village than the second
in Rome. To which I warmly replied
that I should prefer to be the very last,
if only I could leave the military school
as soon as possible. Perhaps, after
some time, you will like the school, he
remarked, and from that day he took a
liking to me.
To the teacher of arithmetic, who also
tried to console me, I gave my word of
honor that I would never cast a glance
into his textbook; and nevertheless you
will have to give me the highest marks.
I kept my word; but thinking now of
this scene, I fancy that the pupil was not
even then of a very docile disposition.
And yet, as I look back upon that re-
mote past, I cannot but feel grateful
for having been put in the lower form.
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Having only to repeat during the first
year what I already knew, I got into the
habit of learning my lessons by merely
listening to what the teachers said in the
classroom; and, the lessons over, I had
plenty of time to read and to write to my
hearts content. When I reached the
higher special forms, I was better pre-
pared to master the variety of subjects
we had to study. All children, I now
think, would be benefited very much if
serious teaching did not begin for them
before they have reached a certain de-
velopment, usually attained at about the
age of fifteen. After that age they learn
veryquickly, and far better, what would
have taken them years to master when
younger; and those early years could be
so well utilized in many other ways. Be-
sides, I spent more than half of the first
winter in the hospital. Like all children
who are not born at St. Petersburg, I had
to pay a heavy tribute to the capital on
the swamps of Finland, in the shape of
several attacks of local cholera, and final-
ly one of typhoid fever.
When I entered the corps of pages,
its inner life was undergoing a profound
change. All Russia awakened at that
time from the heavy slumber and the
nightmare of the terrible years of Nicho-
las I.s reign. Our school also felt the
effects of that revival. I do not know,
in fact, what would have become of me,
had I entered the corps of pages one or
two years sooner. Either my will would
have been totally broken, or I should have
bcen excluded from the school with no
one knows what consequences. Happily,
the transition period was already in full
sway in the year 1857.
The director of the corps was an excel-
lent old man, General Zheltiiikhin. But
he was the nominal head only. The real
master of the school was the Colonel,
Colonel Girardot, a Frenchman in the
Russian service. People said he was a
Jesuit, and so he was, I believe. His
ways. at any rate, were thoroughly im
bued with the teachings of Loyola, and
his educational methods were those of the
French Jesuit colleges.
Imagine a short, extremely thin man,
with dark, piercing, and furtive eyes,
wearing very short clipped mustaches,
which gave him the expression of a cat;
very quiet and firm; not remarkably
intelligent, but exceedingly cunning; a
despot at the bottom of his heart, who
was capable of hating intensely hating
the boy who would not fall under his
fascination, and of expressing that ha-
tred, not by silly persecutions, hut, un-
ceasingly, by his general behavior, by
an occasionally dropped word, a gesture,
a smile, an interjection. His walk was
more like gliding along, and the explor-
ing glances he used to cast round without
turning his head completed the illusion.
A stamp of cold dryness was impressed
on his lips, even when he tried to look
well disposed, and that expression be-
came still more harsh when his mouth
was contorted by a smile of discontent or
of contempt. With all this there was
nothing of a commander in him; you
would rather think, at first sight, of a be-
nevolent father who talks to his children
as if they were full-grown people. And
yet, you soon felt that every one and
everything had to bend before his will.
Woe to the boy who would not feel hap-
py or unhappy accord5ng to the degree
of good will shown toward him by the
Colonel.
The words the Colonel were con-
tinually on all lips. Other officers went
by their nicknames, but no one dared
to give a nickname to the Colonel. A
sort of mystery hung about him, as if he
were omniscient and everywhere present.
True, he spent all the day and part of
the night in the school. Even when we
were in the classes he prowled about, vis-
iting our drawers, which he opened with
his own keys. As to the night, he gave
a good portion of it to the task of inscrib-
ing in certain small books, of which he
had quite a lihrary, in separate col
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umns, by special signs and in inks of dif-
ferent colors, all the faults and virtues of
each boy.
Play, jokes, and conversations stopped
when we saw him slowly moving along
through our spacious rooms, hand in hand
with one of his favorites, balancing his
body forward and backward; smiling at
one boy, keenly looking into the eyes of
another, casting an indifferent glance
upon a third, and giving a slight contor-
tion to his lip as he passed a fourth: and
from these looks every one knew that he
liked the first boy, that to the second he
was indifferent, that he intentionally did
not notice the third, and that he disliked
the fourth. This dislike was enough to
terrify most boys, the more so as no
reason could be given for it. Impres-
sionable boys had been brought to de-
spair by that mute, unceasingly displayed
aversion and those suspicious looks; in
others the result had been a total annihi-
lation of will, as one of the Toistoys
Theodor, also a pupil of Girardot has
shown in an autobiographic novel, The
Diseases of the Will.
The inner life of the corps was miser-
able under the rule of the Colonel. In
all boarding - schools the newly entered
boys are subjected to petty persecutions.
The greenhorns are submitted in this
way to a test. What are they worth?
Are they going to turn telltales? And
then the old hands like to show to
newcomers the superiority of an estab-
lished brotherhood. So it goes in all
schools and in prisons. But under Gi-
rardots rule these persecutions took on a
harsher aspect, and they came, not from
the comrades of th~ same form, but from
the first form, the pages de chambre,
who were non-commissioned officers, and
whom Girardot had placed in a quite
exceptional, superior position. His sys-
tem was to give them carte blanche; to
pretend that he did not know even the
horrors they were enacting; and to ~inain-
tam through them a severe discipline.
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To answer a blow received from a page
de chambre would have meant, in the
times of Nicholas I., to be sent to a battal-
ion of soldiers sons, if the fact became
public; and to revolt in any way against
the mere caprice of a page de chambre
meant that the twenty youths of the first
form, armed with their heavy oak rulers,
would assemble in a room, and, with Gi-
rardots tacit approval, administer a se-
vere beating to the boy who had shown
such a spirit of insubordination.
Accordingly, the first form did what
they liked; and not further back than the
preceding winter one of their favorite
games had been to assemble the green-
horns at night in a room, in their night-
shirts, and to make them run round, like
horses in a circus, while the pages de
chambre, armed with thick india - rub-
ber whips, standing some in the centre
and the others on the outside, pitilessly
whipped the boys. As a rule the cir-
cus ended in an Oriental fashion, in an
abominable way. The moral conceptions
which prevailed at that time, and the foul
talk which went on in the school concern-
ing what occurred at night after a circus,
were such that the least said about them
the better.
The Colonel knew all this. He had a
perfectly organized system of espionage,
and nothing escaped his knowledge. But
so long as he was not known to know it,
all was right. To shut his eyes to what
was done by the first form was the foun-
dation of his system of maintaining dis-
cipline.
However, a new spirit was awakened
in the school, and only a few months
before I entered it a revolution had
taken place. That year the third form
was different from what it had hitherto
been. It contained a number of young
men who learned splendidly, and read a
good deal; some of them became, later,
men of mark. My first acquaintance
with one of them let me call him von
Schauff was when he was reading
Kants Critique of Pure Reason. Be-
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sides, they had amongst them some of
the strongest youths of the school. The
tallest member of the corps was in that
form, as also a very strong young man,
K6shtoff, a great friend of von Schauff.
They could not bear the yoke of the
pages de chambre with the same docil-
ity with which it had been endured up
to that time; they looked with disgust
upon what was going on; and in conse-
quence of an incident, which I prefer
not to describe, a fight took place be-
tween the third and the first form, with
the result that the pages de chambre got
a very severe thrashing from their subor-
dinates. Girardot hushed up the affair,
but the authority of the first form was
broken down. The india-rubber whips
remained, but never more were they put
to use. The circuses and the rest be-
came things of the past.
That much was won; but the lowest
form, the fifth, composed almost entirely
of very young boys who had just entered
the school, had still to obey the petty
caprices of the pages de chambre with-
out murmuring. We had a beautiful
garden, filled with old trees, but the
boys of the fifth form could enjoy it lit-
tle: they were forced to run a round-
about, while the pages de chambre sat
in it and chattered, or to send back the
balls when these gentlemen played nine-
pins. A couple of days after I had
entered the school, seeing how things
stood in the garden, I did not go there,
but remained upstairs. I was reading,
when a page de chambre, with carroty
hair and a face covered with freckles,
came upon me, and ordered me to go at
once to the garden to run the roundabout.
I will not; you see I am reading,
was my reply.
Anger disfigured his already unplea-
sant face. He was ready to jump upon
me. I took the defensive. He tried to
give me blows on the face with his cap.
I fenced as best I could. Then he flung
his cap on the floor.
Pick it up.
of a Revolutionist.
Pick it up yourself.
Such an act of disobedience was un-
heard of in the school. Why he did
not beat me unmercifully on the spot I
do not know. He was much older and
stronger than I was.
Next day and the following days Ire-
ceived similar commands, but obstinate-
ly remained upstairs. Then began the
most exasperating petty persecutions at
every step, enough to bring one to de-
spair. Happily, I was always of a jovial
disposition, and answered with jokes, or
took little heed of them. Still, my young-
er comrades were so vexed that they
asked the third form to interfere, but
received the wise reply that it would be
impossible to engage in a new fight for
such a reason. The third form, how-
ever, began to show us in various little
ways its friendly disposition; with von
Schauff we had many points of contact.
Moreover, all this soon came to an
end. The weather turned rainy, and
we spent most of our time indoors. In
the garden the first form smoked freely
enough, but when we were indoors the
smoking club was the tower. It was
kept beautifully clean, and a fire was
always burning there. The pages de
chambre severely punished all others
whom they caught smoking, but they
themselves sat continually at the fire-
side chattering and enjoying cigarettes.
Their favorite smoking time was at night,
after all were supposed to have gone to
bed at ten; they kept their club till half
past eleven, and, to protect themselves
from an unexpected interruption by Gi-
rardot, they ordered us to keep watch.
The small boys of the fifth form were
taken out of their b~ds in turn, two at
a time, and they had to loiter about the
staircase till half past eleven, to give no-
tice of the approach of the Colonel.
We decided to put an end to these
night watches. Long were the discus-
sions, and the higher forms were con-
sulted as to what was to be done. At
last the decision came: Refuse, all of
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you, to keep the watch; and when they
begin to beat you, which they are sure
to do, go, as many of you as can, in a
block, and call in Girardot. He knows
it all, but then he will be bound to stop
it. The question whether that would
not be reporting was settled in the
negative by experts in honor matters:
the pages de chambre did not behave to-
ward the others like comrades.
The turn to watch fell that night to
a Prince Sh , an old hand, and to
S , a newcomer, an extremely timid
boy, who even spoke in a girlish voice.
Sh was called upon first, but re-
fused to go, and was left alone. Then
two pages de chambre went to the timid
S ,who was in bed; as he refused
to obey, they began to flog him brutally
with heavy leather braces. Sh woke
up several comrades who were near at
hand, and they all ran to find Girardot.
I was also in bed when th~ two came
upon me, ordering me to take the watch.
I refused. Thereupon, seizing two pairs
of braces, we always used to put our
clothes in perfect order on a bench by
the bedside, braces uppermost, and the
necktie across them, they began to flog
me. Sitting up in bed, I fenced with my
hands, and had already received several
heavy blows, when a command resound-
ed, The first form to the Colonel!
The fierce fighters became tame at once,
and hurriedly put my things in order.
Dont say a word, they whispered.
The necktie across, in good order,
I said to them, while my shoulders and
arms burned from the blows.
What Girardots talk with the first
form was we did not know; but next
day, as we stood in the ranks before
marching downstairs to the dining-room,
he addressed us in a minor key, saying
how sad it was that pages de chambre
should have fallen upon a boy who was
right in his refusal. And upon whom?
A newcomer, and so timid a boy as 5
was. The school were simply disgusted
at that Jesuitic speech.
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765
No need to say that that was the end
of the watch-keeping, and that it gave a
final blow to the worrying of the new-
comers: it has never been renewed.
It surely was also a blow to Girar-
dots authority, and he resented it very
much. He regarded our form, and me
especially, with great dislike (the round-
about affair had been reported to him),
and he manifested it at every opportu-
nity.
During the first winter I was a fre-
quent inmate of the hospital. After suf-
fering from typhoid fever, during which
the director and the doctor bestowed on
me a really parental care, I had very
bad and persistently recurring gastric
attacks. Girardot, as he made his daily
rounds of the hospital, seeing me so often
there, began to say to me every morn-
ing, half jokingly, in French, Here is
a young man who is as healthy as the
New Bridge, and loiters in the hospi-
tal. Once or twice I replied jestingly,
but at last, seeing malice in this constant
repetition, I lost patience. Frequently
boys pretended to be ill and went to the
hospital when they did not know their
lessons; but there was no necessity for
me to do so, and, as I never could bear
a suspicion of deceit, I grew very angry.
How dare you say that? I ex-
claimed. I shall ask the doctor to for-
bid your entering this room, and so on.
Girardot recoiled two steps his dark
eyes glittered, his thin lip be~ame still
thinner. At last he said, I have of-
fended you, have I? Well, we have in
the hall two artillery guns: shall we have
a duel?
I dont make jokes, and I tell you
that I shall bear no more of your insin-
uations, I continued.
He did not repeat his joke, but re-
garded me with even more dislike than
before.
Happily enough, there was little op-
portunity for punishing me. I did not
smoke; my clothes were always hooked
766 The Autobiography of a Revolutionist.
and buttoned, and properly folded at
night. I liked all sorts of games, but,
plunged as I was in reading and in a
correspondence with my brother, I could
hardly find time to play a lapta match
(a sort of cricket) in the garden, and al-
ways hurried back to my books. But
when I was caught in fault, it was not I
that Girardot punished, but the page de
chambre who was my superior. Once,
for instance, at dinner, I made a physi-
cal discovery: I noticed that the sound
given out by a tumbler depends on the
amount of water it contains, and at once
tried to obtain a chord with four glasses.
But there stood Girardot behind me,
and without saying a word to me he
ordered my page de chambre under ar-
rest. It so happened that this young
man was an excellent fellow, a third
cousin of mine, who refused even to lis-
ten to my excuses, saying, All right.
I know be dislikes you. His comrades,
though, gave me a warning. Take
care, naughty boy; we are not going to
be punished for you, they said; and if
reading had not been my all-absorbing
occupation, they probably would have
made me pay dearly for my physical ex-
periment.
All the comrades and officers spoke of
Girardots dislike for me; but I paid no
attention to it, and probably increased
it by my indifference. For full eighteen
months he refused to give me the epau-
let,s, which were usually given to newly
entered 1~oys after one or two months
stay at the school, when they had learned
some of the rudiments of military drill;
but I felt quite happy without that mili-
tary decoration. At last, an officer
the best teacher of drill in the school, a
man simply enamored of drill volun-
teered to teach me; and when he saw
me performing all the tricks to his en-
tire satisfaction, he undertook to intro-
duce me to Girardot. The Colonel re-
fused again, twice in succession, so that
the officer took it as a personal offense;
and when the director of the corps once
asked him why I had no epaulets yet,
he bluntly answered, The boy is all
right; it is the Colonel who does not
want him; whereupon, probably after
a remark of the director, Girardot him-
self asked to reexamine me, and gave me
the epaulets that very dny.
But the Colonels influence was rap-
idly vanishing. The whole character of
the school was changing. For twenty
years Girardot had realized his ideal,
which was to have the pages nicely
combed, curled, and girlish looking, and
to send to the court pages as refined as
courtiers of Louis XIV. Whether they
learned or not, he cared little; his favor-
ites were those whose clothes-baskets were
best filled with all sorts of nail-brushes
and scent bottles, whose private uni-
form (which could be put on when we went
home on Sundays) was of the best make,
and who knew how to make the most ele-
gant salut oblique. Formerly, when Gi-
rardot had held rehearsals of court cere-
monies, wrapping up a page in a striped
red cotton cover taken from one of our
beds, in order that he might represent the
Empress at a baisernctin, the boys almost
religiously approached the imaginary
Empress, seriously performed the cere-
mony of kissing the hand, and retired
with a most elegant oblique bow; but now,
though they were very elegant at court,
they would perform at the rehearsals such
bearlike bows that all roared with laugh-
ter, while Girardot was simply raging.
Formerly, the younger boys who had
been taken to a cou~rt levee, and had been
curled for that purpose, used to keep
their curls as long as they would last;
now, on returning from tIme palace, they
hurried to put their heads under the cold-
water tap, to get rid of the curls. An
effeminate appearance was laughed at.
To be sent to the palace to stand as a
decoration at a levee was now considered
a drudgery rather than a favor. And
when the small boys who were occasion-
ally taken to the palace to play with the
little grand dukes remarked that one of
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the latter used, in some game, to make a
hard whip out of his handkerchief, and
use it freely, one of our boys did the same,
and so whipped the grand duke that he
cried. Girardot was terrified, while the
old Sebastopol admiral who was tutor of
the grand duke only praised our boy.
A new spirit, studious and serious, de-
veloped in the corps of pages, as in all
other schools. Informer years, the pages,
being sure that in one way or another
they would get the necessary marks for
being promoted officers of tfie guard,
spent the first years in the school hardly
learning at all, and only began to study
more or less in the last two forms; now
the lower forms learned very well. The
moral tone also became quite different
from what it was a few years before. Ori-
ental amusements were looked upon with
disgust, and an attempt or two to re-
vert to old manners resulted in scandals
which reached the St. Petersburg draw-
ing-rooms. Girardot was dismissed. He
was only allowed to retain his bache-
lor apartment in the building of the
corps, and we often saw him afterward,
wrapped in his long military cloak, pa-
cing along, plunged in reflections, sad,
I suppose, because he could not but con-
demn the new spirit which rapidly de-
veloped in the corps of pages.
II.
All over Russia people were talking
of education. As soon as peace had
been concluded at Paris, and the sever-
ity of censorship had been slightly re-
laxed, educational matters began to be
eagerly discussed. The ignorance of the
masses of the people, the obstacles that
had hitherto been put in the way of
those who wanted to learn, the absence
of schools in the country, the obsolete
methods of teaching, and the remedies
for these evils became favorite themes of
discussion in educated circles, in the
press, and even in the drawing-rooms of
the aristocracy. The first high schools
for girls had been opened in 1857, on
an excellent plan and with a splendid
teaching staff. As by magic a number
of men and women came to the front
who not only have since devoted their
lives to education, but have proved to be
such remarkable practical pedagogists
that their writings would occupy a place
of honor in every civilized literature, if
they were known abroad.
The corps of pages also felt the ef-
fect of that revival. Apart from a few
exceptions, the general tendency of the
three younger forms was to study. The
head of the educational department, the
inspector, Winkler, who was a well-edu-
cated colonel of artillery, a good math-
ematician, and a man of progressive
opinions, hit upon an excellent plan for
stimulating that spirit. Instead of the
indifferent teachers who formerly used
to teach in the lower forms, he endea-
vored to secure the best ones. In his
opinion, no professor was too good to
teach the very beginnings of a subject
to the youngest boys. Thus, to teach
the elements of algebra in the fourth
form he invited a first-rate mathemati-
cian and a born teacher, Captain Sukh6-
nin, and the form took at once to mathe-
matics. By the way, it so happened
that this captain was a tutor of the heir
of the throne (Nikolai Alexdndrovich,
who died at the age of twenty-two), and
the heir apparent was brought once a
week to the corps of pages to be pre-
sent ~t the algebra lessons of Captain
Sukh6nin. Empress Marie Alexdndrov-
na, who was an educated woman, thought
that perhaps the contact with studious
boys would stimulate her son to learn-
ing. He sat amongst us, and had to an-
swer questions like all the others. But
he managed mostly, while the teacher
spoke, to make drawings very nicely, or
to whisper all sorts of droll things to his
neighbors. He was exceedingly good-
natured and gentle in his behavior, but
rather superficial in learning as in his
affections.
For the fifth form the inspector se
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cured two remarkable men. He en-
tered our classroom, one day, quite ra-
diant, and told us that we should have
a rare chance. Professor Klas6vsky, a
great classical scholar and expert. in
Russian literature, had consented to
teach us Russian grammar, and would
take us through all the five forms in suc-
cession, shifting with us every year to
the next form. Another university pro-
fessor, Herr Becker, librarian of the
imperial (national) library, would do the
same in German. Professor Klas6vsky,
he added, was in weak health that win-
ter, but the inspector was sure that we
would be very quiet in his class. The
chance to have such a teacher was too
good to be missed.
He had thought aright. We became
very proud of having university profes-
sors for teachers, and although there
came voices from the Kamch~itka (in
Russia, the back benches of each class
bear the name of that remote and unciv-
ilized peninsula) to the effect that the
sausage-maker that is, the German
must be kept by all means in obedi-
ence, public opinion in our form was de-
cidedly in favor of the professors.
The sausage - maker won our re-
spect at once. A tall man, with an im-
mense forehead and very kind, intelli-
gent eyes, not devoid of a touch of hu-
mor, came into our class, and told us
in quite good Russian that he intended to
divide our form into three sections. The
first section would be composed of Ger-
mans, who already knew the language,
and from whom he would require more
serious work; to the second section he
would teach grammar, and later on Ger-
man literature, in accordance with the es-
tablished programmes ; and the third sec-
tion, he concluded with a charming smile,
would be the Kamchi~tka. From you,
he said, I shall only require that at each
lesson you copy four lines which I will
choose for you from a book. The four
lines copied, you can do what you like;
only do not hinder the rest. And I pro-
mise you that iu five years you will learn
something of German and German liter-
ature. Now, who joins the Germans?
You, Stackelberg? You, Lainsdorf?
Perhaps some one of the Russians? And
who joins the Kamch~tka? Five or
six boys, who knew not a word of Ger-
man, took residence in the peninsula.
They most conscientiously copied their
four lines, a dozen or a score of lines
in the higher forms, and Becker chose
the lines so well, and bestowed so much
attention~ upon the boys, that by the end
of the five years they really knew some-
thing of the language and its literature.
I joined the Germans. My brother
Alexander insisted so much in his letters
upon my acquiring German, which pos-
sesses so rich a literature and into which
every book of value is translated, that
I set myself assiduously to learn it. I
translated and studied most thoroughly
one page of a rather difficult poetical de-
scription of a thunderstorm, and learned
by heart, as the professor had advised
me, the conjugations, the adverbs, and
the prepositions, and began to read. A
splendid method it is for learning lan-
guages. Becker advised me, moreover,
to subscribe to a cheap illustrated week-
ly, and its illustrations and short stories
were a continual inducement to read a
few lines or a column. I soon mastered
the language.
Toward the end of the winter I
asked Herr Becker to lend me a copy
of Goethes Faust. I had read it iu
a Russian translation; I had also read
Turgu6neffs beautiful novel, Faust; and
I now longed to read the great work in
the original. You will understand no-
thing in it; it is too philosophical,
Becker said, with his gentle smile; but
he brought me, nevertheless, a little
square book, with the pages yellowed
by age, containing the immortal drama.
He little knew the unfathomable joy
that that small square book gave mc. I
drank in the sense and the music of
every line of it, beginning with the very
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first verses of the ideally beautiful dedi-
cation, and soon knew full pages by
heart. Fausts monologue in the forest,
and especially the lines in which he
speaks of his understanding of nature,
Thou
Not only cold, amazed acquaintance yieldst,
But grantest that in her profoundest breast
I gaze, as in the bosom of a friend,
simply put me in ecstasy, and till now
it has retained its power over me. Every
verse gradually became a dear friend.
And then, is there a higher a~sthetic de-
light than to read poetry in a language
which one does not yet quite thorough-
ly understand? The whole is veiled
with a sort of slight haze, which admi-
rably suits poetry. Words, the trivial
meaning of which, when one knows the
language colloquially, sometimes inter-
feres with the poetical image they are
intended to convey, retain but their sub-
tle, elevated sense; while the music of
the poetry is only the more strongly im-
pressed upon the ear.
Professor Klas6vskys first lesson was
a revelation to us. He was a small man,
about fifty years of age, very rapid in
his movements, with bright, intelligent
eyes and a slightly sarcastic expression,
and the high forehead of a poet. When
he came in for his first lesson, he said in
a low voice that, suffering from a pro-
tracted illness, he could not speak loud
enough, and asked us, therefore, to sit
closer to him. He placed his chair near
the first row of tables, and we clustered
round him like a swarm of bees.
He was to teach us Russian gram-
mar; but, instead of the dull grammar
lesson, we heard something quite dif-
ferent from what we expected. It was
grammar; but here came in a compari-
son of an old Russian folklore expres-
sion with a line from Homer or from
the Sanskrit Mahabharata, the beauty of
which was rendered in Russian words;
there, a verse from Schiller was intro-
duced, and was followed by a sarcastic
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remark about some modern society pre-
judice; then solid grammar again, and
then some wide poetical or philosophical
generalization.
Of course, there was much in it that
we did not understand, or of which we
missed the deeper sense. But do not
the bewitching powers of all studies lie
in that they continually open up to us
new, unsuspected horizons, not yet un-
derstood, which entice us to proceed fur-
ther and further in the penetration of
what appears in vague outlines, only, at
the first sight? Our hands placed on
one anothers shoulders, some of us lean-
ing across the tables of the first row,
others standing close behind Klas6vsky,
our eyes glittering, we all hung on his
lips. The more his voice fell, toward the
end of the hour, the more breathlessly
we listened. The inspector opened the
door of the classroom, to see how we
behaved with our new teacher; but on
seeing that motionless swarm he retired
on tiptoe. Even Daiiroff, a restless spir-
it, stared at Klas6vsky as if to say,
That is the sort of man you are?
Even von Kleinau, a hopelessly obtuse
Circassian with a German name, sat
motionless. In most of the others some-
thing good and elevated simmered at
the bottom of their hearts, as if a vision
of an unsuspected world was opening
before them. Upon me Klas6vsky had
an immense influence, which only grew
with years. Winklers prophecy, that,
after all, I might like the school, was
fulfilled.
In western Europe, and probably in
America, that type of teacher the
teacher of literature is unknown;
but in Russia there is not a man or
woman of mark, in literature or in polit-
ical life, who does not owe the first im-
pulse toward a higher development to
his or her teacher of literature. Every
school in the world ought to have such
a teacher. Each teacher in a school has
his own subject, and there is no link be-
tween the different subjects. Only the
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teacher of literature, guided by the gen-
eral outlines of the programme, but left
free to treat it as he likes, can bind to-
gether the separate historical and hu-
manitarian sciences that are taught in
a school, unify theni by a broad philo-
sophical and humane conception, and
awaken higher ideas and inspirations in
the brains and hearts of the young peo-
ple. In Russia, that necessary task falls
quite naturally upon the teacher of Rus-
sian literature. As he speaks of the
development of the language, of the
contents of the early epic poetry, of
popular songs and music, and, later on,
of modern fiction, of the scientific, polit-
ical, and philosophical literature of his
own country, and the divers ~sthetical,
political, and philosophical currents it has
reflected, lie is bound to introduce that
generalized conception of the develop-
ment of human mind which lies beyond
the scope of each of the subjects that
are taught separately.
The same thing ought to be done for
the natural sciences as well. It is not
enough to teach physics and chemistry,
astronomy and meteorology, zo~Aogy and
botany. The philosophy of all the natu-
ral sciences a general view of nature
as a whole, something on the lines of
the first volume of Humboldts Cosmos
must be conveyed to the pupils and
the students, whatsoever may be the ex-
tension given to the study of the natural
sciences in the school. The philosophy
and the poetry of nature, the methods of
all the exact sciences, and an inspired
conception of the life of nature must
make part of education. Perhaps the
teacher of geography might provision-
ally assume this function; but then we
should require quite a different set of
teachers of this subject, and a different
set of professors of geography iii the uni-
versities would be needed. What is now
taught under this name is anything you
like, but it is not geography.
uproarious form in a quite different
manner. It was the teacher of writing,
the last one of the teaching staff. If
the heathen that is, the German
and the French teachers were regard-
ed with little respect, the teacher of
writing, Ebert, who was a German Jew,
was a real martyr. To be insolent with
him was a sort of chic amongst the
pages. His poverty alone must have
been the reason why lie kept to his les-
son in our corps. The old hands, who
had stayed for two or three years in the
fifth form without moving higher up,
treated him very badly; but by some
means or other he had made an agree-
ment with them One frolic during
each lesson, but no more, an agree-
ment which, I am afraid, was iiot always
honestly kept on our side.
One day, one of the residents of the
remote peninsula soaked the blackboard
sponge with ink and chalk and flung it
at the cahigraphy martyr. Get it,
Ebert! he shouted, with a stupid smile.
The sponge touched Ebcrts shoulder,
glanced into his face and down on his
white shirt, covering both with ink and
chalk.
All saw it, and were sure that this
time Ebert would leave the room and
report the fact to the inspector. But
he only exclaimed, as lie took out his
cotton handkerchief and wiped his face,
Gentlemen, one frolic, no more to-
day ! The shirt is spoiled, he add-
ed in a subdued voice, and continued to
correct some ones book.
We looked stupefied and ashamed.
Why, instea(l of reporting, lie had thought
at once of the agreement! All feelings
turned in his favor. What you have
done is stupid, we reproached our com-
rade. He is a poor juan, and you have
spoiled his shirt! Shame! somebody
cried.
The culprit went at once to make ex-
cuses. One must learn, was all that
Ebert said in reply, with sadness in his
Another teacher conquered our rather voice.
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All became silent after that, and at
the next lesson, as if we had settled it be-
forehand, many of us wrote in our best
possible handwriting, and took our books
to Ebert, asking him to correct them.
He was radiant; he felt happy that day.
This fact deeply impressed me, and
was never wiped out from my memory.
To this day I feel grateful to that re-
markable man for his lesson.
With our teacher of drawing, who was
named Ganz, we never came to live on
good terms. He continually reported
those who played in his class. This, in
our opinion, lie had no right to do, be-
cause he was only a teacher of draw-
ing, but especially because he was not an
honest man. In the class he paid little
attention to most of us, and spent his
time in improving the drawings of those
who took private lessons from him, or
paid him in order to show at the exami-
nations a good drawing and to get a
good mark for it. Against those com-
rades who did so we had no grudge. On
the contrary, we thought it quite right
that those who had no capacity for
mathematics or no memory for geogra-
phy, and had but poor marks in these
subjects, should improve their total of
marks by ordering from a draughtsman
a drawing or a topographical map for
which they would get a full twelve.
Only for the first two pupils of the form
it would not have been fair to resort to
such means, while the remainder could
do it with untroubled consciences. But
the teacher had no business to make
drawings to order; and if he chose to
act in this way, he ought to bear with
resignation the noise an(l the tricks of his
pupils. That was our ethics. Instead of
this, no lesson passe(l without his lodging
complaints, and each time he grew more
arrogant.
As soon as we were moved to the
fourth form, and felt ourselves natural-
ized citizens of the corps, we decided to
tighten the bridle upon him. It is
your own fault, our elder comrades told
us, that he takes such airs with you;
we used to keep him in obedience. So
we decided to bring him into subjec-
tion.
One day, two excellent comrades of
our form approached Ganz with cigar-
ettes in their mouths, and asked him to
oblige them with a light. Of course,
that was only meant for a joke, no one
ever thonght of smoking in the class-
rooms, and, according to our rules of
propriety, Ganz had merely to send the
two boys away; but he inscribed them
in the journal, and they were severely
punished. That was the last drop. We
decided to give him a benefit night.
That meant that one day all the form,
provided with rulers borrowed from the
upper forms, would start an outrageous
noise by striking the rulers against the
tables, and send the teacher out of the
class. However, the plot offered many
difficulties. We had in our form a lot
of goody boys who would promise to
join in the demonstration, but at the last
moment would grow nervous and draw
back, and then the teacher would name
the others. In such enterprises unanim-
ity is the first requisite, because the pun.
ishment, whatsoever it may be, is always
lighter when it falls on the whole class
instead of on a few.
The difficulties were overcome with a
truly Machiavellian craft. At a given sig-
nal all were to turn their backs to Ganz,
and then, with the rulers laid in readiness
in the desks of the next row, they would
produce the required noise. In this way
the goody boys would not feel terrified
at Ganzs staring at them. Bnt the sig-
nal ? Whistling, as in robbers tales,
shouting, or even sneezing would not do:
Ganz would be capable of naming any
one of us as having whistled or sneezed.
The signal must be a silent one. One of
us, who drew nicely, would take his draw-
ing to show it to Ganz, and the moment
he returned and took his seat, that
should be the time!
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All went on admirably. Nes~doff
took up his drawing, and Ganz corrected
it in a few minutes, which seemed to us
an eternity. He returned at last to his
seat; he stopped for a moment, looking
at us; he sat down. . . . All the form
turned suddenly on their seats, and the
rulers rattled merrily within the desks,
while some of us shouted amidst the noise,
Ganz out! Down with him! The
noise was deafening; all the forms knew
that Ganz had got his benefit night. He
stood there, murmuring something, and
finally went out. An officer ran in,
the noise continued; then the sub-inspec-
tor dashed in, and after him the inspec-
tor. The noise stopped at once. Scold-
ing began.
The elder under arrest at once!
the inspector commanded; and I, who
was the first in the form, and conse-
quently the elder, was marched to the
black cell. That spared me seeing what
followed. The director came; Ganz was
asked to name the ringleaders, but he
could name nobody. They all turned
their backs to me, and began the noise,
was his reply. Thereupon the form was
taken downstairs, and although flogging
had been completely abandoned in our
school, this time the two who had been
reported because they asked for a light
were flogged with the birch rod, under
the pretext that the benefit night was a
revenge for their punishment.
I learned this ten days later, when I
was allowed to return to the class. My
name, which had been inscribed on the
red board in the class, was wiped off. To
this I was indifferent; but I must con-
fess that the ten days in the cell, without
books, seemed to me rather long, so that
I composed (in horrible verses) a poem,
in which the deeds of the fourth form
were duly glorified.
Of course, our form became now the
heroes of the school. For a month or so
we had to tell and retell all about the af-
fair to the other forms, and received con-
gratulations for having managed it with
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such unanimity that nobody was caught
separately. And then came the Sun-
days all the Sundays down to Christ-
mas that the form had to remain at
the school, not being allowed to go home.
Being all kept together, we managed to
make those Sundays very gay. The
mammas of the goody boys brought them
heaps of sweets; those who had some
money spent it generously, and moun-
tains of pastry substantial before din-
ner, and sweet after it were absorbed,
while in the evenings the friends from
the other forms smuggled in quantities
of fruit for the brave fourth form.
Ganz gave up inscribing any one; but
drawing was totally lost for us. No one
wanted to learn drawing from that mer-
cenary man.
III.
My brother Alexander was at that time
at Moscow, in a corps of cadets, and we
maintained a lively correspondence. As
long as I was at home that would have
been impossible, because our father con-
sidered it his prerogative to read all let-
ters addressed to our house; he would
have soon put an end to any but a com-
monplace correspondence. Now we were
free to discuss in our letters whatever we
liked. The only difficulty was to get
money for stamps; but we soon learned
to write in such fine characters that we
could convey an incredible amount of
matter in each letter. Alexander, whose
handwriting was beautiful, contrived to
get four printed pages on one single page
of note paper, and his microscopic lines
were as legible as the best small type
print. It is a pity that these letters,
which he kept as precious relics, have
disappeared. The states police, dur-
ing one of their raids, robbed him even
of these treasures.
Our first letters were mostly about the
petty things of my new surroundings, but
our correspondence soon took a more
serious chara~cter. My brother could not
write about trifles. Even in society he
became animated only when some sen
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ous discussion was engaged in, and he
complained of feeling a dull pain in
the brain a physical pain, as he used
to say when he was with people who
cared only for small talk. He was very
much in advance of me in his intellect-
ual development, and all the time he
urged me forward, raising new scientific
and philosophical questions one after an-
other, and advising me what to read or
to study. What a happiness it was for
me to have such a brother! a brother
who, moreover, loved me passionately.
To him I owe the best part of my de-
velopment.
Sometimes he would advise inc to
read poetry, and would send me in his
letters quantities of verses and whole
poems, which he wrote from memory.
Read poetry, he wrote: poetry makes
men better. How often, in my after
life, I realized the truth of this remark
of his! Read poetry: it makes men
better. He himself was a poet, and had
a wonderful facility for writing most mu-
sical verses; indeed, I think it a great
pity that he abandoned poetry. The
reaction against art, which arose among
the Russian youth in the early sixties,
and which Turgu6neff has depicted in
Bazi~roff (Fathers and Sons), induced
him to look upon his verses with con-
tempt, and to plunge headlong into the
natural sciences. I must say, however,
that my favorite poet was none of those
whom his poetical gift, his musical ear,
and his philosophical turn of mind made
him like best. His favorite Russian
poet was Yenevftinoff, while mine was
Nekr~soff, whose verses were very often
unmusical, but appealed most to my heart
by their sympathy for the downtrodden
and offended.
One must have a set purpose in his
life, he wrote me once. Without an
aim, without a purpose, life is not life.
And he advised me to get a purpose in
my life worth living for. I was too
young then to find one; but something
undetermined, vague, good altogether,
already rose under that appeal, even
though I could not say what that good
would be.
Our father gave us very little spend-
ing money, and I never had any to buy a
single book; but if Alexander got a few
rubles from some aunt, he never spent a
penny of it for pleasure, but bought a
book and sent it to me. He objected,
though, to indiscriminate reading. One
must have some question, he wrote, ad-
dressed to the book lie is going to read.
However, I did not then appreciate this
remark, and cannot think now without
amazement of the number of books, often
of a quite special character, which I read,
in all branches, but particularly in the
domain of history. I did not waste my
time upon French novels, since Alexan-
der, years before, had characterized them
in one blunt sentence: They are stupid
and full of bad language.
The great questions concerning the
conception we should form of the uni-
verse our Welt anschauung, as the
Germans say were, of course, the domi-
nant subjects in our correspondence. In
our childhood we had never been reli-
gious. We were taken to church; but in
a Russian church, in a small parish or in
a village, the solemn attitude of the peo-
ple is far more impressive than the mass
itself. Of all that I ever had heard in
church only two things had impressed
me: the twelve passages from the Gos-
pels, relative to the sufferings of the
Christ, which are read in Russia at the
night service on the eve of Good Friday,
and the short prayer condemning the
spirit of domination, which is recited dur-
ing the Great Lent, and is really beau-
tiful by reason of its simple, unpreten-
tious words and feeling. P4shkin has
rendered it into Russian verse.
Later on, at St. Petersburg, I went
several times to aRoman Catholic church,
but the theatrical character of the ser-
vice and the absence of real feeling in it
shocked me, the more so when I saw
there with what simple faith some re~
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tired Polish soldier or a peasant woman
would pray in a remote corner. I also
went to a Protestant church; but com-
ing out of it I caught myself murmuring
Goethes words
But you will never link hearts together
Unless the linking springs from your own
heart.
Alexander, in the meantime, had em-
braced with his usual passion the Lu-
theran faith. He had read Michelets
book on Servetus, and had worked out
for himself a religion on the lines of that
great fighter. He studied with enthusi-
asmn the Augsburg declaration, which he
copied out and sent me, and our letters
now became full of discussions about
grace, and of texts from the apostles
Paul and James. I followed my brother,
but theologic~d discussions did not deeply
interest me. Since I had recovered from
the typhoid fever I had taken to quite
different reading.
Our sister H6kne, who was now mar-
ried, was at St. Petersburg, and every
Saturday night I went to visit her. Her
husband had a good library, in which the
French philosophers of the last century
and the modern French historians were
well represented, and I plunged into
them. Such books were prohibited in
Russia, and evidently could not be taken
to school; so I spent most of the night,
every Saturday, in reading the works
of tim encyclop~edists, the philosophical
dictionary of Voltaire, the writings of
the Stoics, especially Marcus Aurelius,
and so on. The infinite immensity of
the universe, the greatness of nature, its
poetry, its ever throbbing life, impressed
me more and more; and that never
ceasing life and its harmonies gave me
the ecstasy of admiration which the
young soul thirsts for, while my favor-
ite poets supplied me with an expres-
sion in words of that awakening love of
mankind and faith in its progress which
make the best part of youth and impress
man for all his life.
Alexander, by this time, had gradual-
ly come to a Kantian agnosticism, and
the relativity of perceptions, per-
ceptions in time and space, and time
only, and so on, filled pages and pages
in our letters, the writing of which be-
came more and more microscopical as
the subjects under discussion grew in im-
portance. But neither then nor later
on, when we used to spend hours and
hours in discussing Kants philosophy,
could my brother convert me to become
a disciple of the K~inigsberg philoso-
pher.
Natural sciences that is, mathemat-
ics, physics, and astronomy were my
chief studies. In the year 1858, before
Darwin had brought out his immortal
work, a professor of zotilogy at the
Moscow University, Roulier, published
three lectures on transformism, and my
brother took up at once his ideas con-
cerning the variability of species. He
was not satisfied, however, with approx-
mmat& proofs only, and began to study
a number of special books on heredity
and the like; communicating to me in
his letters the main facts, as well as his
ideac and his doubts. The appearance of
The Origin of Species did not settle his
doubts on several special points, but only
raised new questions and gave him the
impulse for further studies. We after-
ward discussed and that discussion
lasted for many years various ques-
tions relative to the origin of variations,
their chances of being transmitted and
being accentuated ; in short, those ques-
tions which have been raised quite lately
in the Weismaun-Spencer controversy, in
Galtons researches, and in the works of
the modern Neo-Lamarckians. Owing
to his philosophical and critical mind,
Alexander had noticed at once the fun-
damental importance of these questions
for the theory of variability of species,
even though they were so often over-
looked then by many naturalists.
I must also mention a temporary cx-
cursion into the domain of political eco-
nomy. In the years 1858 and 1859 every
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one in Russia spoke of political econo-
my; lectures on free trade and protec-
tive duties attracted crowds of people,
and my brother, who was not yet ab-
sorbed l)y the variability of species, took
a lively though temporary interest in
economical matters, sending me for
reading the Political Economy of Jean
Baptiste Say. I read a few chapters
only: tariffs and banking operations did
not interest me in the least; but Alex-
ander took up these matters so passkn.
ately that he even wrote letters to our
stepmother, trying to interest her in the
intricacies of the customs duties. Later
on, in Siberia, as we were re-reading
some of the letters of that period, we
laughed like children when we fell upon
one of his epistles in which he coal-
plained of our stepmothers incapacity
to be moved even by such burning ques-
tions, and raged against a greengrocer
whom he had caught in the street, and
who, would you believe it, he wrote
with signs of exclamation, although
he was a tradesman, affected a pig-head-
ed indifference to tariff matters!
Every summer about one half of the
pages were taken to a military camp,
with the other military schools, at Pc-
terhof. The lower forms, however, were
dispensed from joining the camp, and I
spent the first two summers at Nik6l-
skoye. To leave the school, to take the
train to Moscow, and there to meet Al-
exander was such a happy prospect that
I used to count the days that had to pass
till that glorious one should arrive. But
on one occasion a great disappointment
awaited me at Moscow. Alexander had
not passed his examinations, and was left
for another year in the same form. He
was, in fact, too young to enter the spe-
cial classes; but our father was very an-
gry with him, nevertheless, and would
not permit us to see each other. I felt
very sad. We were not children any
more, and had so much to say to each
other. I tried to obtain permission to
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775
go to our aunt Sulima, at whose house I
might meet Alexander, but it was abso-
lutely refused. After our father remar-
ried we were never allowed to see our
mothers relations.
That spring our Moscow house was
full of guests. Every night the recep-
tion rooms were flooded with lights, the
band played, the confectioner was busy
making ices and pasti-y, and card-play-
ing went on in the great hall till a late
hour. I strolled aimlessly about in the
brilliantly illuminated rooms, and felt un-
happy.
One night, after ten, a servant beck-
oned me, asking if I would come out to
the entrance hail. I went. Come to
the coachmens house, the old major.
domo Frol whispered to me. Alexan-
der Alex6ievich is here.
I dashed across the yard, up the flight
of steps leading to the coachmens house,
and into a wide, half-dark room, where,
at the immense dining-table of the ser-
vants, I saw Alexander.
S~sha, dear, how did you come?
and in a moment we rushed into each
others arms, hugging each other and un-
able to speak from emotion.
Hush, hush! they may overhear
you, said the servants cook, Prask6-
via, wiping away her tears with her
apron. Poor orphans! If your mo-
ther were only alive
Old Frol stood, his head deeply bent,
his eyes also twinkling.
Look here, P6tya, not a word to
any one; to no one, he said, while Pm-
sk6via placed on the table an enrthen-
ware jar full of porridge for Alexan-
der.
He, glowing with health, in his cadet
uniform, already had begun to talk
about all sorts of mattei-s, while he rap-
idly emptied the pormidge pot. I could
hardly make him tell me how he came
there at such a late hour. We lived then
near the Smol6nsky boulevard, within a
stones throw of the house where our
mother died, and the corps of cadets
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was at the opposite outskirts of Moscow,
full five miles away.
He had made a doll out of bedclothes,
and had put it in his bed, under the
blankets; then he went to the tower, de-
scended from a window, came out unno-
ticed, and walked the whole distance.
Were you not afraid at night, in the
deserted fields round your corps? I
asked.
What had I to fear? Only lots of
dogs were upon me; I had teased them
myself. To - morrow I shall take my
sword with me.
The coachmen and other servants
came in and out; they sighed as they
looked at us, and took seats at a dis-
tance, along the walls, exchanging words
in a subdued tone, so as not to disturb
us; while we two, in each others arms,
sat there till midnight, talking about
nebuhe and Laplaces hypothesis, the
structure of matter, the struggles of the
papacy under Boniface VIII. with the
imperial power, and so on.
From time to time one of the servants
would hurriedly run in, saying, P&
tinka, go and show thyself in the hall;
they may ask for thee.
I implored S~sha not to come next
night; but he came, nevertheless, not
without having had a scrimmage with the
dogs, against whom he had taken his
sword. I responded with feverish haste,
when, earlier than the day before, I
was called once more to the coachmens
house. Stfsha had made part of the
journey in a cab. The previous night,
one of the servants had brought him what
he had got from the card-players and
asked him to take it. S~sha took some
small coin to hire a cab, and so he came
earlier than on his first visit.
He intended to come next night, too,
but for some reason it would have been
dangerous for the servants, and we de-
cided to part till the autumn. A short
official note made me understand next
day that his nocturnal escapades had
passed unnoticed. How terrible would
have been the punishment, if they had
been discovered! It is awful to think
of it: flogging before the corps till he was
carried away unconscious on a sheet, and
then dismissal to a soldiers sons bat-
talion, anything was possible, in those
times.
What our servants would have suf-
fered for hiding us, if information of
the affair had reached our fathers ears,
would have been equally terrible; but
they knew how to keep secrets, and not
to betray one another. They all knew
of the visits of Alexander, but none of
them whispered a word to any one of the
family. They and I were the only ones
in the house who ever knew anything
about it.
P. Kropotkin.
QUATRAIN.
WHY fear the night? The sun may sink
And never rise again on me;
Yet some one that I love shall see
It blaze above the eastern brink.
John Albert Aiae~,,.
John Albert Macy
Macy, John Albert
Quatrain
776-777
776 Quatrain.
was at the opposite outskirts of Moscow,
full five miles away.
He had made a doll out of bedclothes,
and had put it in his bed, under the
blankets; then he went to the tower, de-
scended from a window, came out unno-
ticed, and walked the whole distance.
Were you not afraid at night, in the
deserted fields round your corps? I
asked.
What had I to fear? Only lots of
dogs were upon me; I had teased them
myself. To - morrow I shall take my
sword with me.
The coachmen and other servants
came in and out; they sighed as they
looked at us, and took seats at a dis-
tance, along the walls, exchanging words
in a subdued tone, so as not to disturb
us; while we two, in each others arms,
sat there till midnight, talking about
nebuhe and Laplaces hypothesis, the
structure of matter, the struggles of the
papacy under Boniface VIII. with the
imperial power, and so on.
From time to time one of the servants
would hurriedly run in, saying, P&
tinka, go and show thyself in the hall;
they may ask for thee.
I implored S~sha not to come next
night; but he came, nevertheless, not
without having had a scrimmage with the
dogs, against whom he had taken his
sword. I responded with feverish haste,
when, earlier than the day before, I
was called once more to the coachmens
house. Stfsha had made part of the
journey in a cab. The previous night,
one of the servants had brought him what
he had got from the card-players and
asked him to take it. S~sha took some
small coin to hire a cab, and so he came
earlier than on his first visit.
He intended to come next night, too,
but for some reason it would have been
dangerous for the servants, and we de-
cided to part till the autumn. A short
official note made me understand next
day that his nocturnal escapades had
passed unnoticed. How terrible would
have been the punishment, if they had
been discovered! It is awful to think
of it: flogging before the corps till he was
carried away unconscious on a sheet, and
then dismissal to a soldiers sons bat-
talion, anything was possible, in those
times.
What our servants would have suf-
fered for hiding us, if information of
the affair had reached our fathers ears,
would have been equally terrible; but
they knew how to keep secrets, and not
to betray one another. They all knew
of the visits of Alexander, but none of
them whispered a word to any one of the
family. They and I were the only ones
in the house who ever knew anything
about it.
P. Kropotkin.
QUATRAIN.
WHY fear the night? The sun may sink
And never rise again on me;
Yet some one that I love shall see
It blaze above the eastern brink.
John Albert Aiae~,,.
The Landscape as a ilfeans ?f Culture. 777
THE LANDSCAPE AS A MEANS OF CULTURE.
THE habits of civilized life tend to
separate men from the charm of the
world about them. The insistent ac-
tivities which are the price of success,
in the effort to win the harvests of an
immediately profitable kind, fix the at-
tention on certain limited fields of the
environment, and necessarily exclude all
recognition of the larger features of na-
ture. Thus, the noble aspects of the
sky, in the changes from dawn to dark,
and from storm to fair weather, count
to most of us only as the conditions of
our occupations or our diversions; in
themselves, they are quite without con-
sideration. This is no new state of
man; indeed, by the demands of econo-
mic life, the primitive savage and the
barbarian have ordinarily followed in
the path of the prehuman species whence
they came, giving no more heed to the
scenes about them than their needs
called for. Now and then, in moments
of poetic exaltation, the beauty of the
natural realm has forced itself on their
attention, but only the rarer spirits see
that there is here a great field to be
won for the profit of man. The art of
appropriating the landscape is not a lost
art, but one which is yet to be invented
and applied to the profit of our kind.
It is likely to be a long time before we
acquire the habit of atten(ling to the ex-
pression of the world about us as we do
to that of the human countenance.
It is evident that our culture is near
the station where we may hope for some
effort to develop the landscape sense by
a systematic training in the arts which
may enable us to appreciate scenery.
Such a training may be regarded as a
fitting supplement of that which we
now devote to the purely scientific as-
pects of nature. It is likely that the
task would long ago have been essayed
in our American schools, where any pe
dagogic novelty commends itself, but
for the evident difficulty of devising a
fit system by which it can be done.
The trouble is that the appreciation of
scenic beauty is like the poetic sense, or
the other sympathetic movements of the
spirit, not only without the field of or-
dinary teaching, but quite beyond the
reach of its methods. Every part of the
movement which is required must come
from within. Something can doubtless
be done to favor the development of the
landscape motive by the proper use of
such literature as presents the beauties
of nature in a way to awaken the emo-
tions; something also by practice in
sketching, or in describing actual or pic-
tured scenes. Still, the effective impulse
must come from within.
To those who would develop their
sensibility to natural beauty, the teacher
can be most helpful by telling the ex-
periences he has had in the development
of his sympathy with the external world.
In my own case, these tokens are not
many. Their value is uncertain, for the
reason that minds differ incalculably in
their modes of action. Ways of looking
at nature which may lead one to rich
harvests may beguile another into desert
places. Moreover, it is not easy even
for those who are accustomed to intro-
spection to gain an adequate notion of
how their states of mind are induced.
Therefore I will limit the suggestions to
points which lie well in the field of my
individual experience and that of others
who have helped me with theirs.
The first of all the mental arts which
the student of the landscape needs to
acquire is that of contemplation, the
calm, affectionate forthgoing to the en-
vironment which permits the scene to
enter in its fullness to the understanding
and to sink quietly therein. Until this
way of beholding is established, the
N. S. Shaler
Shaler, N. S.
The Landscape as a Means of Culture
777-785
The Landscape as a ilfeans ?f Culture. 777
THE LANDSCAPE AS A MEANS OF CULTURE.
THE habits of civilized life tend to
separate men from the charm of the
world about them. The insistent ac-
tivities which are the price of success,
in the effort to win the harvests of an
immediately profitable kind, fix the at-
tention on certain limited fields of the
environment, and necessarily exclude all
recognition of the larger features of na-
ture. Thus, the noble aspects of the
sky, in the changes from dawn to dark,
and from storm to fair weather, count
to most of us only as the conditions of
our occupations or our diversions; in
themselves, they are quite without con-
sideration. This is no new state of
man; indeed, by the demands of econo-
mic life, the primitive savage and the
barbarian have ordinarily followed in
the path of the prehuman species whence
they came, giving no more heed to the
scenes about them than their needs
called for. Now and then, in moments
of poetic exaltation, the beauty of the
natural realm has forced itself on their
attention, but only the rarer spirits see
that there is here a great field to be
won for the profit of man. The art of
appropriating the landscape is not a lost
art, but one which is yet to be invented
and applied to the profit of our kind.
It is likely to be a long time before we
acquire the habit of atten(ling to the ex-
pression of the world about us as we do
to that of the human countenance.
It is evident that our culture is near
the station where we may hope for some
effort to develop the landscape sense by
a systematic training in the arts which
may enable us to appreciate scenery.
Such a training may be regarded as a
fitting supplement of that which we
now devote to the purely scientific as-
pects of nature. It is likely that the
task would long ago have been essayed
in our American schools, where any pe
dagogic novelty commends itself, but
for the evident difficulty of devising a
fit system by which it can be done.
The trouble is that the appreciation of
scenic beauty is like the poetic sense, or
the other sympathetic movements of the
spirit, not only without the field of or-
dinary teaching, but quite beyond the
reach of its methods. Every part of the
movement which is required must come
from within. Something can doubtless
be done to favor the development of the
landscape motive by the proper use of
such literature as presents the beauties
of nature in a way to awaken the emo-
tions; something also by practice in
sketching, or in describing actual or pic-
tured scenes. Still, the effective impulse
must come from within.
To those who would develop their
sensibility to natural beauty, the teacher
can be most helpful by telling the ex-
periences he has had in the development
of his sympathy with the external world.
In my own case, these tokens are not
many. Their value is uncertain, for the
reason that minds differ incalculably in
their modes of action. Ways of looking
at nature which may lead one to rich
harvests may beguile another into desert
places. Moreover, it is not easy even
for those who are accustomed to intro-
spection to gain an adequate notion of
how their states of mind are induced.
Therefore I will limit the suggestions to
points which lie well in the field of my
individual experience and that of others
who have helped me with theirs.
The first of all the mental arts which
the student of the landscape needs to
acquire is that of contemplation, the
calm, affectionate forthgoing to the en-
vironment which permits the scene to
enter in its fullness to the understanding
and to sink quietly therein. Until this
way of beholding is established, the
778 The Landscape as a llilieans of Culture.
mind can do no more than snatch frag-
mentary impressions of the scene, which
may gratify the curiosity or awaken
the pleasure of surprise, but have no
relation to the higher ~sthetic sense.
Few persons in this day develop any
capacity for the contemplative mood,
it has indeed been rare in all days; but
our time, with its crowding of people
and interests, with its almost fiendish
sense of duty by the moment, makes
against the motive in a disastrously ef-
fective way. He who would acquire
this, the very foundation of all msthetic
sense, must be prepared to set himself
against the spirit of his age.
The contemplative attitude demands
solitude, or at least a mental isolation
from our fellow men. In this it is like
the kindred poetic motive, which acts
only when the mind is isolated. The iso-
lation, indeed, in both these movements
of the spirit, has to be so complete that
self-consciousness is banished before the
needed solitude is won. Therefore he
who would become a lover of the land-
scape must accustom himself to seek it
alone, and must learn to know that his
mere presence at its doors will not make
him free to its treasures. He must come
to them as a worshiper, and with the
spirit of devotion which befits a temple.
He who really seeks the landscape
will surely find that he possesses a pro-
fitable remnant of the natural affection
for the outer world that belongs in the
spirit of men, but which our unhappy
methods of education and of living so
tend to wear away. If he has never
set himself before a scene with the in-
tention of winning all that he can gain
from it, he is certain to find his first
essay rather unprofitable. He will find
himself in the tourists frame of mind,
with the additional hamper of the self-
consciousness which attends any such
experiment. His first task is to make
himself familiar with the view, so that
lie may feel at home in it, so that all
mere surprise is cleared away. With
years of training, he will be able quickly
to enter on this friendly relation with a
landscape, but to the novice the relation
comes slowly; lie may have to look again
and again before lie can begin to feel its
true charm. The best plan for him is
to see the place from the same point of
view, and under the same conditions of
hour and sky, day after day, until it be-
comes something like his own property.
Although the contemplative attitude
may seem to those who know little
about it to be one of indolent repose,
it really demands all the strength the
mind gives to intellectual labor. It is
quite as taxing as any other form of
such work. Therefore those who would
view a landscape aright must see to it
that they have nervous energy at their
command, as they are accustomed to
have it when they need to use their minds
in full measure. Hurriedly to seek a
view after hard climbing and in dis-
comfort is no more reasonable than it
would be to make a like preparation for
other absorbing mental work. On this
account it is worth the observers while
to see to his condition, when he would
appreciate a landscape, even as carefully
as lie would do in preparation for hear-
ing music.
At the beginning of his study of land-
scapes, the observer learns that all scenes
have one point of view which is for him
the best, though it may not be for an-
other. From that station the effects-
are evidently most harmonious, fit-
ting to his previously acquired motives.
Therefore a certain reconnoitring of the
ground is required before one deter-
mines just how one shall face the vista.
Practice will in time enable the observer
almost instinctively to come upon the
point where the field can be best read;
he will form the habit of looking at the
landscape as lie has formed that of
reading the printed page, limiting his
attention to the few characters which
lie need have in eye and mind in order
to go swiftly forward with the im4erpre-
The Landscape as a 11/Jeans of Culture. 779
tation. In the larger record of the
field, as in the smaller of the print,
habit must guide in this necessary limi-
tation of the attention, and in its mea-
sured ongoing from one passage to an-
other. It is important that this habit
be rationally formed, for on its guid-
aiice depends success in approaching
the beautiful in nature. The applica-
tion is, indeed, much wider; it includes
the scientific as well as the ~esthetic con-
tact with the world about us. Answers
come only to our interrogations; the su-
preme art is that of questioning.
Perhaps the commonest blunder, in
looking upon the landscape, is found in
the effort to take in at once all that a wide
field contains. The tourists usual en-
deavor is to climb some hill, the higher
the better for his desire, whence he can
have a panorama including the larg~st
possible number of peaks, lakes, and
towns within the bewildering circle of
the horizon. He willingly climbs for
another half day to double his catalogue
of telescopic objects. It is not too much
to say that to approach the landscape in
this way is to insure immunity from any
spiritual contact with it. There may be
creatures in other solar systems so organ-
ized that they can appropriate a panora-
ma. If such there are, their minds must
hav~ other qualities than ours have.
They must have eyes on every side, so
that they are exempt from the sense of
before and behind which is one of the
limitations of mans nature. With our-
selves, this sense is a part of the stock
inherited from our ancestors, man and
brute alike; it is dominating in all our
relations to the surrounding world;
along with that of up and down, it
rules our feelings in all our contacts
with the environment.
If the observer has attained to some
skill in approaching a landscape, he will
be conscious of a certain measure of dis-
comfort whenever he is forced to attend to
a circular view; the portion of the vista
which he feels to be behind him, or too
far on either side to receive due atten-
tion, is in a way discomforting. Acting
on this suggestion afforded by the unea-
siness aroused by a panorama, the obser-
ver will find it profitable to make some
experiments to determine the most ad-
vantageous limits of a view; these limits
appear to vary within a rather narrow
range with different persons and per-
haps in different stages of training in the
landscape art. The easiest way in which
to make the essay is by looking at a wide
and attractive view through a doorway
or a window, where there is no obstruc-
tion from the sashes. Beginning the
test from a point so near the opening
that its margins do not force themselves
upon the eye, the observer should note,
as well as he can, the measure of satis-
faction which he receives from the be-
holding. This, if his experience is the
same as that of the writer and of those
who have tried like experiments for him,
will be qualified by the fact that the
vision cannot take in anything like as
wide an angle as is offered to it. The
view, in a word, is not one, but many,
for the eyes have to turn in order to
compass it. When this first impres-
sion has been gained, another should be
sought at a distance back from the open-
ing which will make its margins come
in to limit the field of view, so that all
the scene can, in a way, be compassed
with one setting of the eyes. At a
certain point on the reduction in the
angle, the observer will find that with
the particular view he obtains the max-
imum of satisfaction.
The above described experiment,
though apparently simple, is not alto-
gether easy of trial, for the reason that
the observer must have a certain capa-
city for valuing his impressions, such
as is not commonly attained without a
good deal of training in the art of see-
ing. With most persons the trial of the
method appears to show that there is
a distinct increase i~ the ~sthetic value
as the angle is diminished from say
780 The Landscape as a ilifeans of Culture.
ninety degrees to about fifteen degrees
or less. Much, however, depends upon
the nature of the view: one in which
the features are simple and there are
few details which demand attention per-
mits a wider lateral range than another
where the notable details are numerous
and closely interrelated. In general, the
more the scene has to give, the narrower
the range of vision which can profitably
be applied to it.
Without resorting to deliberate ex-
periment, which may be held as rather
out of place in ~sthetic inquiry, the ob-
server can gain a fair idea of the prin-
ciple that I have laid down, and at the
same time determine his capacity for
taking in a view, by noting his daily ex-
perience in the scenes which offer them-
selves to his eyes. When the houses of
a street terminate in a manner to open
a pleasing field, he can, as he walks to-
ward the expanse, find the point where
the vista is most satisfactory. Repeat-
ing the trial from day to day, he will
perhaps be able to judge whether his
sensibility to the landscape is sufficient-
ly keen to afford him a basis for judg-
ment; if not, he has not beconie quick-
ened to such perceptions. He has yet
to make his novitiate.
Another observation, which serves to
illustrate the limitation which needs to
be put on the range of vision in order to
obtain the best effect, may be made
when we look upon a great building. In
such viewing, because of the necessary
concentration of the attention on details
of form and proportion, the suitable
angle to be included by the eyes is much
smaller than in beholding a wide land-
scape where the features are of a broader
nature. The scope fitted to give an im-
pression of a building is probably not
over five degrees; in the appreciation of
details of architecture it is yet less. As
a general statement it may be said that
the closest observation in vision, such as
we give to a single small object, requires
that there shall be practically no angle
of divergence to the boundaries of the
field. As the field is widened, the mea-
sure of attention given to any part of it is
diminished, until at a certain point in the
increase the eyes have to be turned and
readjusted to another set of impressions.
This change is instinctively made when-
ever the sense of interest in the margins
of the visual area is aroused, without the
perception being clear enough to satisfy
the demands of the mind. When this
change is made, the second view is in part
superimposed on the first, and the pano-
ramic method of observation is begun,
with a resulting loss of a~sthetic value.
If the reader has never criticised his
ways of looking at the landscape, he will
be likely to think that there can be no
great difference in the mental result aris-
ing from the mere shifting of the eyes in
the process of compassing a view. The
shortest answer to this suggestion is the
advice to try the experiment. He will
perceive, after his essay, that his atten-
tion is distracted by the change, and
that he has diminished the effectiveness
of the impression. The conditions are
much the same as those we meet in be-
holding pictures. We all know that a
painting, especially if it be a landscape,
is most advantageously seen alone; not
in a gallery, but where its effect is not
overlaid by that of others, however~ like
in motive. The only canvases which
the writer vividly remembers are those
seen under such circumstances, though
the value of these works has not been as
great as that of others exhibited in large
collections. With such, the effect of the
successive impressions may destroy all
the iesthetic value of the noblest art.
The analogy of the mind to a sensitive
photographic plate, whereon one impres-
sion destroys another, though too me-
chanical for the exact tr~ith, presents
fairly enough the results of overlaying
one mental image with another.
The sum of this plea for a singleness
of impression in the effort to obtain the
full aisthetic value of the landscape may
The Landscape as a ilfeans of Culture. 781
be stated in a few words. It is that
panoramic or even wide-angled seeing,
while it gratifies the curiosity, is destruc-
tive to all valuable effects so far as the
sense of beauty is concerned. The im-
pression gained is distinct and powerful
by virtue of its limitation so long as the
boundaries are not so narrow that they
chafe the understanding; it is strong in
proportion to its repetition from the same
point of view and under the same con-
ditions of air and light.
The next consideration for the student
of the landscape to note is the relation
between the purely intellectual or ra-
tional interest he may find or introduce
into a view and the a~sthetic impression
which he seeks to gain from it. It is easi-
ly made clear to those who in any mea-
sure share in the scientific and the spir-
itual motives of interpreting nature, that
good as these motives are in themselves,
and effectively as they may be made to
stimulate and reinforce one another in
the general economy of the mind, they
cannot at any one time be profitably as-
sociated. They are, indeed, so far antag-
onistic as to be mutually destructive in
all but their ultimate purpose, the com-
prehension of nature. The task of the
iesthetic sympathies is to take the data
which consciousness presents, things
seen as well as remoter knowledge,
and combine these impressions in the
ideal realm so that they awaken the con-
structive imagination and extend the po-
etic fancy to the utmost. While thus act-
ing, the mind, though advantageously it
may use all its store of knowledge in
building its baseless fabrics of a vi-
sion, cares for no rules; construction is
in large measure and necessarily emanci-
pated from the control of facts.
There can be no doubt that knowledge
may vastly enhance the intensity of ies-
thetic impressions. There are many
landscapes in the unhistoric wilder-
nesses, endowed with a far greater share
ol purely natural beauty than that of the
Val dAriio or of the plain of Marathon.
It is the light from the past which gives
these scenes their abiding dignity; but
this light does not shine forth from the
pages of the guidebook; it must come
from the ancient wealth of the mind.
Therefore, the student who would make
himself ready to bi-ing all the value of
the landscape before his spiritual under-
standing must be prepared to gain his
knowledge of a scene some time before
he seeks to turn it over to his fancy,
long enough before to have the facts be-
come so well organized in the memory
that they come forth unconsciously and
without command. Otherwise, fancy, the
most independent of all his powers, will
deny them any place in her creations.
In beginning the study of landscapes,
the novice will find it necessary slowly
to acquire all the knowledge which en-
ters into the imaginative impression the
scene is to yield him. The evidence of
the slow changes which have brought the
bit of earth to its existing form, which
have shaped the face which it turns to
the eyes of man, has to be gained by de-
liberate inquiry, so that the reading is
as that of a great volume in its difficul-
ty and in the time it demands. This
stage will pass with the increase in
knowledge, and of skill in selecting from
that knowledge the little yet precious
share which may be used by the imagi-
nation in its constructive work. So, at
least, it is true as regards the details of
scientific fact. It is otherwise as re-
gards the more general conceptions
which relate to the application of the
natural forces to the earth, and the larger
results arising therefrom. Such truths
are in their very essence so far poetic
that, to the discerning eye, they shine
with its light even in the grim frame-
work of a mathematical proposition. On
an ocean-beaten shore, we may feel the
power of the sea in the overhanging
cliffs even when there are no waves. In
the rivei-, the waterfall, or the glacier,
the energy which enters into the work
appeals to the informed imagination
782 The Landscape as a ~Ifeans of Culture.
scarcely less than do its visible results.
This enlarged conception is what makes
the difference between the ignorant and
the cultivated appreciation of the beau-
ties of nature. With the rustic,
A primrose by a rivers brim
A yellow prinirose is to him,
And it is nothing more.
Knowledge it is which places the blos-
som in the realm of life, making us to
see it as the product of the ages, in kin-
ship with what has gone before and
what is to come hereafter, and thus en-
dows it with the dignity that thought
can lend. This is as true of the earth
as of its flowers. With most if not all
people, the landscape gains much from
its associations with mankind. Even
where human life does not enter visibly
or in conscious memory, it usually seeks
a place shyly and as an aside, in mere
spectres of the imagination which we un-
consciously allow to enter on the scene.
Even if the view be in desert wilder-
nesses, the observer, if he be attentive to
his thought, will remark the work of
this humanizing instinct. If the scene
be such as the eternal snowfields or the
troops of icebergs present, excluding
the conception of life, we feel that it in
some way fails to awaken the mind.
We do not go forth to it as its mere phy-
sical charm bids us do. On this account,
the quality of the human life of a field,
that which is visible or in memory, has
with most men quite as much to do with
its value as a landscape as its physical
aspect has.
With the advance which an assiduous
training of the landscape sense brings,
the observer finds himself less in need
of the human note in the view; his de-
velopment follows the course by which
the landscape motive became established.
In its earlier stages, only the regions of
garden-like aspect commanded ~sthetic
approval; then only so much of primi-
tive nature as would make a foil for the
culture was admitted to be good. Even
the Alps, though they rise from fertile
plains, in no wise charmed the ancients;
until within two centuries they were ut-
terly repugnant to refined minds. Now
those of well-trained eye find sntisfaction
in the wilderness, though all alike will
confess that the scenes which yield the
most pleasure are those which are at once
humanized and historic. All this points
to the conclusion that the novice will do
well to begin his studies of the landscape
with its more domesticated parts. Even
the cities and great towns commonly
afford prospects which are sufficiently
gratifying to the ~stlietic sense to give
it nurture. The many strong impres-
sions arising from the grouping of build-
ings, which even when bad in themselves
often afford agreeable masses and sky-
lines, make them profitable to the be-
ginner by the easily acquired impressions
they present. Moreover, our cities, by
the very badness of their smoke and dust
laden air, are richer in atmospheric ef-
fects of a striking kind than is the open
country; by them the observer may be
led to note those more delicately toned
qualities of atmosphere which, though
they are the very flower of the land-
scape, are so generally overlooked.
From the limited though varied as-
pects of the overhumanized views in and
about the town, the student should pass,
in a well-devised gradation, to the scenes
where pure nature, though the fields be
tilled, controls the expression, and thence
by a further step to the primitive lands
where there is no trace of the hand of
man. As he departs from the realm of
excessive culture, where the expression
of the earth everywhere is controlled by
the artificial, the need increases of an
enlargement of the conception by the un-
derstanding of how the natural forces
have shaped the view. In place of the
power of man which is so manifest in his
seats of most dominant action, we have
in the wilderness the elemental forces,
those which make and unmake the lands
and which rule every feature of their
aspect. To have these conceptions so
The Landscape as a iiicans of Culture. 783
well in mind that they may afford even
a general basis for interpreting the land-
scape demands a somewhat extended
training in that part of geology which
is included in modern geography, a
science not limited, as of old, to mere
statements of facts concerning the earth
forms, but going back to their causes.
This schooling, which is happily becom-
ing common, leads the student to take
account of the variations of the earths
surface, and to seek their explanation in
visible processes of nature.
With some knowledge of what we may
term the evolution of scenery, the ob-
server will be led almost at a glance to
create a persl)ective in time for the land-
scape he is beholding, less vivid, of
course, than that it occupies in space, but
of the same mind-leading quality that
takes the imagination afar. It is not to
be expected that these conceptions will
have scientific value, they may indeed
not rise above the plane occupied by the
legends of men and their doings, but
they may well have all the truth that the
poetic needs demand, for Fancy cares
more that her servants are nimble than
that they are scientifically accurate.
It is easy to see an historic foundation
for the value which we find in the con-
ception of the action of the forces which
shape the landscape; for the history of
mans relations to nature shows us that
all the true poetry which we have from
it comes out of the ineradicable idea that
the natural realm is informed with a
spirit like our own. To the pantheist
the world is hut the expression of the
universal (livine power. To the poly-
theist each entity of shape and action
represents the thought or will of a god
of some degree. To the monotheist all
things are the work of the supreme pow-
er dwelling apart from, yet informing
all things. These views, under the in-
fluence of which our minds have taken
their shape, have the common quality
that they have led men to see, behind
the face of events and forms, the might
that shaped them. One of the distress-
ing influences of natural science upon the
people of to-day be it said of to-day,
for the situation is most likely but tern-
porary is a crude view to the effect
that the universe is a great mechanical
contrivance, going like a huge clockwork
moved by a power lying quite beyond
the limits of our understanding. In the
present state of our learning, there is
no escape from this tyranny of the ma-
chine except by going so close to ac-
tual nature that we feel the currents of
its life even as we do those of our own
bodies, seeing how the forces have worked
to produce in the end our intelligence
which looks forth upon the universe and
the beauty that gratifies our sympathetic
desires.
While any one may feel a measure
of satisfaction in the beauty of a land-
scape, the degree of the satisfaction is
doubtless in large part determined by
what we read into the scene. it is as
in hearing music, where much of the
pleasure comes, miot from the associa-
tions of sounds, but from the thought
which they excite. So, too, in a play,
though the acting be bad and the ideas
displeasing, the mind may be aroused to
make a by-play, as it would not do but
for the stimulus of the situation. Such
secondary pleasures depend for their ex-
istence on the mental store which he
who hears or sees brings with him to the
orchestra or the stage. Unless lie have
a store of fit memories out of which his
fancy can build its edifices, his profit is
not likely to be great. The stock which
the amateur of the landscape may pro-
fitably bring with him to the theatre he
attends is all that relates thereto in the
way of lore of earth and man.
A common error on the part of those
who seek to acquire some sense of the
beauty of the landscape is that its charmn
exists only in certain very select places,
to which it is necessary to resort in or-
dei to obtain such impressions. So they
hie away from the beauty which is about
784 The Landscape as a ilifeans of Culture.
them, to seek, at much cost, that which
is usually far less comprehensible than
what they left at their doors. It may
well be said that all landscapes are beau-
tiful, and that while the harvest which
may be won from them by those who
know how to gathei it varies greatly in
kind, its value changes in no like mea-
sure. It is the part of fancy to separate
the dross from the gold. This is to be
done in the appreciation of the beauty
of a landscape, however limited that may
be, as it is in other work of the ideals.
There are few, if any, scenes deserving
the name of landscape so utterly ignoble
that they yield nothing to such assay.
They may foil the eye of the novice, but
not that of the master in the art of seeing.
One of the evils which come from
overmuch search after rarely composed
and famous landscapes is that the mein-
ones they leave become false standards,
leading their possessors to overlook the
beauty which is about them, because it
is other than they have had chosen for
them as the proper fashion for nature to
follow. One of the best results of a crit-
ical method with this art of beholding
the face of the earth will be the clearing
away of this false view. Every student
should be on his guard against it. Let
him go as far as he will, see as much of
the earth as he can, but let him not for-
get that it is about as reasonable to go
on long journeys to make human friends
as it is to seek in that way for the
friendship of nature. The chance for
both is at its best near home.
It is often suggested that the true way
to acquire a keen sense of natural beauty
in any field is to practice delineation
with the pencil or brush. It is clear that
the ability to discern is greatly improved
by such training, and in so far as seeing
clearly is part of the landscape art, this
training is of much value; a share of it
is indeed almost indispensable in an ef-
fective education. It appears doubtful,
however, whether the drawing habit af-
fords all that its advocates claim for it,
for the reason that, when well developed,
it tends so far to fix the attention on the
elements of form as to separate the mind
from the larger interests of the scene.
If the draughtsman attain to the digni-
ty of the true artist, so that his craft
becomes the unconscious instrument of
his understanding and feeling, lie may
use his hands to help his eyes; but this
station is won by few even among those
who gain a name in the profession. The
greater number do not attain to more
than mere delineation; they fail to pene-
trate the depths of the landscape. Their
pictures, after the manner of photo-
graphs, render the facts with more or
less accuracy, but they do not, in the man-
ner of true sympathetic art, translate
them into terms which arouse the emo-
tions. The task of depicting is in itself
so absorbing of the attention that the
novice is likely to be diverted by it from
his main end, which is to enter upon a
friendly relation with the scene. His con-
tact with it is apt to take on a business-
like character which will hinder his en-
largement. Therefore it seems best for
the beginner to use the pencil and the
brush as he may use the field-glass, to
aid his seeing and to develop the habit of
looking closely, supplementing the note-
book picture, when he makes it, by the
photograph, which for the mere record of
fact is better than any handwork can be.
Some people are likely to resent the
suggestion that the instinctive pleasure
which they derive from the landscape
should be made the subject of a delib-
erate training, because it seems to them
that the emotions lie beyond the field of
schooling. To this objection, which at
first sight appears to have some value, it
may be answered that the pleasure which
we have from music or from the drama
is of the same primitive nature as that
which the earths prospects afford. Yet
these arts have been subjected to a pro-
cess of culture, to the vast advantage of
men. Even more purely instinctive ac-
tions, such as the movements of the limbs,
Unpublished Letters of Carl yle. 785
are profitably removed from the animal
plane by education, as by a training in
dancing or fencing. While a novice in
them, the youth is conscious of all he
does, but, as is well said, the second na-
ture stage of the culture again makes
him free with a perfected freedom. He
forgets the rules of the dance or the mimic
combat, but his body and mind retain the
alacrity and grace which they impart.
We may fairly reckon that with the
landscape motive, as with other forms
of the sympathetic emotions, all sound
training will but serve to enlarge and
emancipate the instinct, giving it a
chance to attain something like the place
that music and acting have won with
like aid from the rational side of the
mind. As regards the art of appreciat-
ing the landscape, we are at present in
the state in which music and acting were
before the score and the stage had been
invented. Men whistled, sang, and mim-
icked their fellows before they brought
these actions into set form. No one will
doubt, however, that the higher steps have
been well taken, and that the musical and
dramatic motives are really finer than
they were of old.
If, as seems likely, we can bring into
definite shape, by educative means, the
emotions which lead to pleasure in the
landscape, we shall thereby add anoth-
er important art to those which serve
to dignify our lives. The art of seeing
the landscape has a certain advantage
over all the others we have invented, in
that the data it uses are ever before
those who are blessed with eyes. Out-
side of prison, a man is sure of the sky,
the largest, most varied, and in some
regards the richest element of all scenes.
The earth about him may be defiled, but
rarely in such measure that it will not
yield him good fruit. Every look abroad
tempts him beyond himself into an en-
larging contact with nature. Not only
are the opportunities for this art ever
soliciting the mind, but the practice of it
demands no long and painful novitiate.
There is much satisfaction at the very
beginning of the practice; it grows with
exercise, until it opens the world as no
other art can do.
N. Shaler.
UNPUBLISHED LETTERS OF CARLYLE.
Iv-.
Ix April, 1861, Carlyle went to hear
Ruskins lecture on Leaves; and in
August, 1862, highly praised to Erskine
the same writers Unto this Last.
April 29, 1863, Carlyle wrote thus
of one of Dickenss readings: I had
to go yesterday to Dickenss Reading, 8
p. in. Hanover Rooms, to the complete
upsetting of my evening habitudes and
spiritual composure. Dickens does do
it capitally, such as it is; acts better
than any Macready in the world; a
whole tragic, comic, heroic theatre visi-
ble, performing under one hat, and
VOL. LXXXH. No. 494. 50
keeping us laughing in a sorry way,
some of us thought the whole night.
He is a good creature, too, and makes
fifty or sixty pounds by each of these
readings.
Carlyles unfortunate horse, mentioned
in the following letter, was Fritz. He
was sold for nine pounds. Lady Ash-
burton supplied a successor, whom Car-
lyle called Noggs.
xxxvii. GARLYLE TO MRS. RANKING, HAMIL-
TON, c. w.
CHELSEA, LONDON, 13 Aug. 1863.
DEAR SISTER JENNY, It is a long
time since I have had on hand to send
Charles Townsend Copeland
Copeland, Charles Townsend
Unpublished Letters of Carlyle
785-793
Unpublished Letters of Carl yle. 785
are profitably removed from the animal
plane by education, as by a training in
dancing or fencing. While a novice in
them, the youth is conscious of all he
does, but, as is well said, the second na-
ture stage of the culture again makes
him free with a perfected freedom. He
forgets the rules of the dance or the mimic
combat, but his body and mind retain the
alacrity and grace which they impart.
We may fairly reckon that with the
landscape motive, as with other forms
of the sympathetic emotions, all sound
training will but serve to enlarge and
emancipate the instinct, giving it a
chance to attain something like the place
that music and acting have won with
like aid from the rational side of the
mind. As regards the art of appreciat-
ing the landscape, we are at present in
the state in which music and acting were
before the score and the stage had been
invented. Men whistled, sang, and mim-
icked their fellows before they brought
these actions into set form. No one will
doubt, however, that the higher steps have
been well taken, and that the musical and
dramatic motives are really finer than
they were of old.
If, as seems likely, we can bring into
definite shape, by educative means, the
emotions which lead to pleasure in the
landscape, we shall thereby add anoth-
er important art to those which serve
to dignify our lives. The art of seeing
the landscape has a certain advantage
over all the others we have invented, in
that the data it uses are ever before
those who are blessed with eyes. Out-
side of prison, a man is sure of the sky,
the largest, most varied, and in some
regards the richest element of all scenes.
The earth about him may be defiled, but
rarely in such measure that it will not
yield him good fruit. Every look abroad
tempts him beyond himself into an en-
larging contact with nature. Not only
are the opportunities for this art ever
soliciting the mind, but the practice of it
demands no long and painful novitiate.
There is much satisfaction at the very
beginning of the practice; it grows with
exercise, until it opens the world as no
other art can do.
N. Shaler.
UNPUBLISHED LETTERS OF CARLYLE.
Iv-.
Ix April, 1861, Carlyle went to hear
Ruskins lecture on Leaves; and in
August, 1862, highly praised to Erskine
the same writers Unto this Last.
April 29, 1863, Carlyle wrote thus
of one of Dickenss readings: I had
to go yesterday to Dickenss Reading, 8
p. in. Hanover Rooms, to the complete
upsetting of my evening habitudes and
spiritual composure. Dickens does do
it capitally, such as it is; acts better
than any Macready in the world; a
whole tragic, comic, heroic theatre visi-
ble, performing under one hat, and
VOL. LXXXH. No. 494. 50
keeping us laughing in a sorry way,
some of us thought the whole night.
He is a good creature, too, and makes
fifty or sixty pounds by each of these
readings.
Carlyles unfortunate horse, mentioned
in the following letter, was Fritz. He
was sold for nine pounds. Lady Ash-
burton supplied a successor, whom Car-
lyle called Noggs.
xxxvii. GARLYLE TO MRS. RANKING, HAMIL-
TON, c. w.
CHELSEA, LONDON, 13 Aug. 1863.
DEAR SISTER JENNY, It is a long
time since I have had on hand to send
786 Unpublished Letters of Carl gle.
you the little bit of remembrance marked
on the other page, but I am held in such
a ferment of perpetual hurry and bother-
ation here and have grown so weak and
weary of my sad work, (till it do end),
that I have seldom five minutes to dis-
pose of in my own way, and leave many
little jobs undone for a long time and
many little satisfactions unenjoyed for
want of a bold stroke at them. Finally
I bethought me of the Dr. in Edinburgh
and he has now got me your little paper
into readiness for sending. I understand
you have nothing to do but present it at
the Bank and at once get payment. If,
(till you have time to write a long letter
of news, which will be very welcome),
you at once address me a Canada news-
paper with thre~ strokes, nothing more
will be necessary in regard to this little
bit of business.
I expect to get done with my book in
six or eight months. 0 that I saw the
day! I can and have been working
thitherward with all the strength that
I possess, to the hurt of my health as
well, but I calculate when the end have
once come I shall begin directly to im-
prove more or less, and perhaps by de-
grees get very considerably better again.
I had an excellent horse who had carried
me 7 years and above twenty thousand
miles, his hoofs were got spoiled on the
stone hard roads. He came plunging
down with me one day, (not throwing
me nor hurting me in the slightest), a
most decided fall for no reason whatever
upon which I had to sell him (to a
kind master for an old song), and for
the last six weeks have been walking,
which was a great enjoyment by way
of change. It would not do, however,
and since about a week I am mounted
again: very swift, very rough (in
comparison to my old friend), but good
natured, healthy, willing: and must
continue adding a dozen miles daily to
the twenty thousand already done.
We have had such a winter for
warmth as was never seen before, not
very healthy, I believe, but it has agreed
well with Jane: and indeed the kin-
dred, I think, are all well. Poor Wullie
Carlyle (if you remember him at all)
died lately at Edinburgh, an old man,
as we are all growing hereabouts.
Tell Alick about my affairs and this
last news you have had. That I never
do or can forget him, he need not be
told. I hope your lasses are doing well
and that Robert and all of you are push-
ing along patiently, faithfully as hereto-
fore.
In August, 1863, Mrs. Carlyle fell in
St. Martins Lane and broke her thigh.
The accident resulted in long illness and
pain. During the spring of 1864 she
grew worse, and in March was taken to
St. Leonards. From a subsequent trip
to Scotland she returned in October to
Cheyne Row, weak, shattered, body
worn to a shadow, spirit bright as ever.
The last volume of Frederick was pub-
lished in April, 1865. When the proofs
were finished, Carlyle and his wife went
to Devonshire for a few weeks with Lady
Ashburton.
xxxviii. CARLYLE TO MRS. HANNING, HAM-
ILTON, C. w.
CHELSEA, 4 May, 1865.
DEAR JENNY, Two or three days
ago, I saw a letter from you to Sister
Jean; which was very welcome here,
as bringing more definite news of you
than we had got for a good while be-
fore. I have now got done with my
Book (a copy of it probably in your
hands before this); and am not hence-
forth to be so dreadfully hampered in
writing a little note to my friends from
time to time. I am still in a huge fuss,
confusions of all kinds lying about me,
and indeed I am just about running off
for Scotland (to Jeans, in the first place),
to try and recover a little from the com-
pletely shattered state these twelve years
of incessant drudgery and slaving have
reduced me to. But there is something
Unpublished Letters of 6~arlyle. 787
I had meant, this long time and here it
is just come to hand. Inclosed is a
Paper which will bring you the amount
of Dollars for 20, on your presenting
it at the Hamilton Bank. If by way
of identifying, they ask you who
sends the money, you can answer with
my name, and if further needful, add
that the Negociator for me with the
Edinr. Bank, was Dr. Carlyle of that
City. Nothing more, I suppose, if even
that much will be necessary. Let me
know by return that it is safe in your
hand (a newspaper with three strokes
will serve if you are short of time for
the moment). ~ And so with my best
blessings, dear little Jenny, accept this
poor mark of my remembrance.
My Jane is very frail and feeble, but
always stirring about, and has got bless-
edly away out of the horrible torments
she had (and all of you had on her ac-
count) last year. Scotsbrig, Gill, Dum-
fries, Edinburgh; all is going in the
usual average way there. To you I
can fancy what a distress the removal
of your poor little Mary and her Hus-
band to the Far West must be! These
things happen and are inevitable in the
current of life. That your son-in-law is
a good man, this should be a great joy
to you. Do not you be too hasty to fol-
low to Iowa; consider it well first.
You see what a shaky hand I have;
you do not see the bitter hurry I am
still in! With kindest wishes to you
and all your household,
Ever your Affectionate Brother,
T. CARLYLE.
Carlyle was elected Lord Rector of
the University of Edinburgh in Novem-
ber, 1865; and on April 2, 1866, spoke
his inaugural address at Edinburgh, of
which the best account known to me
best for a general impression of Carlyle
is that given by Mr. Moncure Conway.
On the 2lst of April the news of Mrs.
Carlyles sudden death was brought to
Carlyle at his sisters house in Dumfries.
The epitaph which he wrote for her grave
in the abbey church of Haddington ends
with the words, And the light of his life
as if gone out.
An episode of the time when that
light was fading will remain longer
with some of us than most of the occur-
rences of Carlyles life. Mrs. Oliphant
has left a sketch, done with very few
lines, of Mrs. Carlyle playing Scotch
airs to the tall old man in his dress-
ing-gown, sitting meditative by the fire.
Carlyle himself, in his Journal for De-
cember 3, 1867, described the last of
these occasions: One evening, I think
in the spring of 1866, we two had come
up from dinner and were sitting in this
room, very weak and weary creatures,
perhaps even I the wearier, though she
far the weaker; I at least far the more
inclined to sleep, which directly after
dinner was not good for me. Lie on
the sofa there, said she the ever kind
and graceful, herself refusing to do so
there, but dont sleep, and I, after
some superficial objecting, did. In old
years I used to lie that way, and she
would play the piano to me: a long se-
ries of Scotch tunes which set my mind
finely wandering through the realms of
nI~mory and romance, and effectually
prevented sleep. That evening I had
lain but a few minutes when she turned
round to her piano, got out the Thom-
son Burns book, and, to my surprise and
joy, broke out again into her bright little
stream of harmony and poesy, silent for
at least ten years before, and gave me,
in soft tinkling beauty, pathos, and
melody, all my old favourites: Banks
and Braes, Flowers of the Forest,
Gilderoy, not forgetting Duncan
Gray, Cauld Kail, Irish Coolen, or
any of my favourites tragic or comic.
. . That piano has never again sound-
ed, nor in my time will or shall. In late
months it has grown clearer to me than
ever that she had said to herself that
night, I will play his tunes all yet
once, and had thought it would be but
788 U~upublished Letters of Garlyle.
once. . . . This is now a thing infinite-
ly touching to me. So like her; so like
her. Alas, alas! I was very blind,
and might have known better how near
its setting my bright sun was.
The following letter is shadowed with
the death of Mrs. Carlyle, although near-
ly two years had passed.
XXXIX. CARLYLE TO MRS. HANNING, HAMIL-
TON, C. w.
CHELSEA, 14th February, 1868.
M~ DEAR JENNY, This is a little
New Years gift which I intended for
you sooner. It (the essential part of it)
has been lying here apart and wrapt up
for you ever since Christmas time, but
I never could get up to have it made
into a banking, portable form till now,
so languid, sad and lazy have I been!
The banks all close at an earlier hour
than my walking one, and it is rare that
I can get so far into town in time. I am
dreadfully indisposed to writing, and
even my poor shaking right hand makes
continual protest! I hope the poor lit-
tle Gift will be welcome to you and in
some savings bank or otherwise be inno-
cently waiting to do you good some time
or other! I am told there will be no
difficulty for you at the Gore Bank
in Hamilton merely to go thither and
sign your name. A newspaper with
three strokes will sufficiently announce
it for me till you have leisure for writ-
ing. I have also sent a photograph for
nephew Toms young wife, to whom,
with all my affectionate regards to them
both, pray send it by your first oppor-
tunity. There is another (if the letter
will carry it), for yourself for your own
free disposal otherwise.
I am not specially in worse health
than usual, but excessively languid, dis-
pirited, weary, sad and idle especial-
ly in the late dark months of winter,
which however are now gone, and in-
deed were never severe, but lighter upon
us than common. Jean has been here
ever since early in December. It makes
the house a little less lonesome to me
than it has become for the last twenty
two months, but cannot, as you may
imagine, lift the heavy heart of me into
anything of cheeriness, nor indeed per-
haps should it. She will go home by
Liverpool before long, where her son
Jim (who is a clever solid fellow and
has got promotion in Liverpool) is just
setting up house with his sister Maggie
as Manageress. Their mother will look
in so soon as they have the home settled.
All kinds of business are reported as ut-
terly dull here: much distress among the
idle poor and a general silent anxiety
as to this new Reform Bill or Leap
in the dark, poor stupid souls!
An extremely accursed atrocity of mur-
der and worse has happened in Cum-
mertrees, which has thrown all the com-
munity into horror and excitation of
which you will see or hear soon enough
in the newspapers and probably know the
location as I do.
Your kindred in Annandale and here
are all well and I can send their best
regards.
Ever your affectionate brother,
T. CARIJYLE.
In October, 1868, Carlyle was again
thrown, this time from a horse named
Comet. A conversation with the Queen,
the death of Mr. Erskine of Linlathen,
and a letter to the Times newspaper
on the Franco-Prussian war were among
the events of the next few years.
Carlyle speaks again now of his shak-
ing right hand. A few weeks after he
quite lost the use of it for writing with
a pen. Mary Aitken, ready to write
to his dictation, was Mary Carlyle Ait-
ken, daughter to his sister Jean.
XL. CARLYLE TO MRS. HANNING, HAMIL-
TON, c. w.
5 CHEYNE Row, CHELSEA, 13 Feb. 1871.
M~ DEAR SISTER JENNY, Here is a
little bit of a present which you must ac-
cept from me; it was intended for the
Unpublished Letters of Carl yle. 789
New Years time, but has been belated;
which will do it no great ill with you.
Buy yourself something nice with it;
and consider at all times that my affec-
tionate best wishes are with you; and
that if I could in any way do you a use-
ful kindness, I gladly would.
We get a good few Canada news-
papers from you; welcome tokens of
your remembrance: in one of the last,
there was a very melancholy item of
news marked by your hand, the death
of your dear little grandchild, poor
Marys Bairn; we conceived painfully
how sad it must have made you all; and
were ourselves sad and sorry. Poor
Mary, she was herself a child when I
saw her last, and she is now a bereaved
mother: Death snatches us from one
another at all ages! I often think with
silent gratitude to Providence how gen-
tly we older ones have been dealt with in
this respect; saved, a whole family of
us, for so many years; none lost but
poor Margaret, (very dear, and very sa-
cred to me at this hour), and a wee wee
Jenny whom you never saw, but whose
death, and my mothers unappeasable
grief for it, are still strangely present to
me, after near seventy years. All we
can say is, both the Living and the Dead
are with God; and we have to obey,
and be of hope.
You regret sometimes that I do not
write to you; but it is not my blame,
it is my misfortune rather. For rather
above five years past my right hand has
been getting useless for writing, (the left
strangely enough, is still steady, and
holds good) ; the weight of years, too,
75 of them gone December last, presses
heavy on me; and all work, but most
especially all kinds of writing, are a
thing I avoid as sorrowfully disagree-
able. Mary Aitken, who drives an ad-
mirable pen, is indeed ever willing to be
dictated to; and I do, in cases of ne-
cessity, trust that method; but find, on
the whole, that it never will succeed with
me.
From the Dr. and from Jean I believe
you get all the news that are worth writ-
ing; and that is the main interest in the
matter.
The Dr. is in Edinburgh of late
weeks, and seems to be enjoying himself
among old friends : and finds it, no
doubt, a pleasant and useful interruption
of his Dumfries solitude, to which he
will return with fresh appetite. He is
much stronger and cheerier than I; five
years younger, and at least twice five
lighter of heart. He has an excellent
lodging at Dumfries yonder; and is of
much service to all the kindred; every
one of whom he is continually ready
to help. Mary Aitken has been here
with me above two years : a bright
little soul, writing for me, trying to be
useful and cheerful to me. I have plenty
of friends here; but none of them do me
much good, except by their evident good-
will; company in general is at once
wearisome and hurtful to me; silence,
and the company of my own sombre
thoughts, sad probably, but also loving
and beautiful, are wholesomer than talk-
ing; these and a little serious reading
are my chief resource. I have no bodily
ailment, except what belongs to the grad-
ual decay of a digestive faculty which
was always weak; except when sleep-
less nights afflict me too much, I have
no reason to complain, but the contrary.
This winter, now nearly done, has been
a blusterous, cold, inclement one as any
I can latterly remember; it grew at last
to tell upon me as the unfriendliest of
all its brethren : but I think, after all,
it may have done me little or no int~insic
damage. With the new Spring and its
bright days I hope to awaken again and
shake away this torpor of nerves and
mind. I have long owed Alick a letter
that is to say, intended to write him
one, though by count it is his turn. I
often think of you all on that side the
Sea as well as this; if that could do you
any good, alas! I will end here, dear
little Sister; wishing all that is good to
790 Unpublished Letters of Garlyle.
you and yours, as at all times. I am and
remain,
Ever your affectionate Brother,
T. CARLYLE.
Send a newspaper with 3 strokes
when this comes: dont trouble yrself
with any other announcement.
In November, 1872, Emerson made
his last visit to England. Carlyle was
iiow reduced to writing in largish let-
ters with blue pencil. After the next
letter he never wrote again with his own
hand to Mrs. Hanning or to any mem-
ber of the family across the Atlantic.
XLI. CARLYLE TO MRS. HANNING, HAMIL-
TON, C. w.
CHELSEA, 2 Jane 1873.
DEAR SISTER JENNY, I please my-
self with the thought that you will ac-
cept this little Newyears Gift from me
as a sign of my unalterable affection,
whh tho it is obliged to be silent (un-
able to write as of old) cannot fade away
until I myself do! Of that be always
sure, my dear little sister, and that
if in anything I can be of help to you
or yours, I right willingly will.
Cliuthills Photograph is wonder-
ful and deeply affecting to me. Not one
feature in it can I recognise as his : such
are the changes half-a-century works
upon us! If you have any means, send
him my affectionate remembrances and
unchanged good-wishes.
No more from this lame hand, dear
Sister Jenny, except my hearts bless-
ings for the year and forever.
Y~ affects Brother,
T. CARLYLE.
Carlyles eightieth birthday Decem-
ber 4, 1875 (year of Early Kings of
Norway and Portraits of John Knox)
was celebrated with a memorial from
his friends and a whirlwind of gifts
and congratulations. In February,
1876, John Forster died, and in April
Carlyles brother Alexander. Carlyle
wrote in his Journal: Young Alicks
account of his death is altogether in-
teresting a scene of sublime simpli-
city, great and solemn under the hum-
blest forms. That question of his, when
his eyes were already shut, and his mind
wavering before the last finis of all :
Is Tom coIning from Edinburgh the
morn? will never leave me should I
live a hundred years. Poor Alick, my
ever faithful brother! Come back across
wide oceans and long decades of time to
the scenes of brotherly companionship
with me, and going out of the world as
it were with his hand in mine. Many
times he convoyed me to meet the Dum-
fries coach, or to bring me home from
it, and full of bright and perfect affec-
tion always were those meetings and
partings.
The last bit of Carlyles writing
printed during his life was a letter
to the Times, in May, 1877, on the
Russo-Turkish war. In the same year
Boehm made a statue of Carlyle, and
Millais a portrait.
John Carlyle died in 1879. Carlyle
was now growing steadily weaker, and
by October of 1880 was under the con-
stant care of a physician.
Mary Aitken, by marriage with her
cousin Alexander Carlyle, was now be-
come Mary Carlyle.
XLII. MRS. ALEXANDER CARLYLE TO MRS.
HANNING, HAMiLTON, C. W.
24 CHEYNE Row, CHELSEA,
18 July, 1880.
M~ DEAR AUNT, I received my
Cousin Mrs. Bairds letter about ten
days ago, asking for tidings of my Uncle.
I am extremely sorry that you have been
made anxious about him through my not
writing; but indeed there have been
many sufficient apologies for my waut
of punctuality in that way, which, how-
ever, I need not trouble you with here.
It will suffice to say that I use the very
first chance I have had to answer your
enquiries.
Unpublished Letters of Carl yle ~91
It is not very easy to explain to you
exactly how Uncle is. He is exceedingly
weak, hardly able to walk fifty yards
without help, and yet until about ten
days ago, when he had a very severe at-
tack of Diarrhaia which has left him
much below par, he was what one might
call for him very well. He generally
spends his mornings till about half past
two oclock between lying on the sofa,
reading in his easy chair, and smoking
an occasional pipe; at half past two he
goes out to drive for two or two and a
half hours, sleeps on the sofa till dinner
time (half past six) then after dinner
sleeps again, at nine has tea, reads or
smokes or talks, or lies on the sofa till
bed time, which is usually about mid-
night, and so ends the day. He looks
very well in the face, has a fine, fresh
ruddy complexion and an immense quan-
tity of white hair, his voice is clear and
strong, he sees and hears quite well;
but for the rest, as I have said, lie is not
good at moving about. In general he
is wonderfully good humored and con-
tented; and on the whole carries his
eighty-four years well. He desires me
to send you his kind love, and his good
wishes: as you know, he writes to no-
body at all. I do not think he has writ-
ten a single letter, even dictated one,
for over a year.
We are very glad to hear that all is
well with you and with all your family.
I have not time for more just now, as I
am interrupted. Good-bye, dear aunt.
I am, Your affectionate Niece,
MARY CARLYLE.
Carlyle died on the 5th of February,
1881. The Abbey was offered, but re-
fused; and, as the world knows, Carlyle
was buried in the kirkyard of his native
Ecclefechan. The following narrative
of the funeral is from the pen of Mr.
John Carlyle Aitken, brother to Mary
Aitken Carlyle. One likes his letters
less than his sisters, which are perfect
iii their unaffected plainness.
XLIII. MR. JOHN CARLYLE AITREN TO MRS.
HANNING, HAMILTON, C. W.
Tm~ HILL, DIJMFRIES, N. B.,
11 Feb., 1881.
M~ DEAR AUNT, Today I mean
only to write a note of the more needful
details, reserving for a more fitting time
the full statement. I need not worry
you with the account of my tempestu-
ous voyage from New York, in which I
made acquaintance with a hurricane, and
its full meaning nor how glad I was at
sight of the dear bare and rugged hills
of my native land Leaving America
to the Americans and welcome! I
shall think for sometime ere I do the
herring-pond again! Well, no more
of that if you love me! no more o that!
I am home, and well, and likely to re-
main there for the remainder of my days
in one shape or other. Let that serve
just now on that score.
You would observe the date of Uncles
death and might hear of it the same
day, as I thought. At all events The
Scotsman would supply more details;
and that I hope reached you all right.
All has been in such hurry, bustle and
confusion ever since that no one has had
time to think of writing anything requir-
ing time or calm consideration. Uncle
had not been considered seriously ill
more thaii about a fortnight or so before
the end. The vital spark of life towards
the last days kept flickering in a way so
extraordinary that the Doctor declared
he had never met such tenacity of life
and vitality in the whole course of his
varied London and other experience.
Dear Uncle, the good, true and noble
old man fhat he was, really suffered lit-
tle in the way of pain for some weeks
before his death, which was itself little
more than a gentle flickering sleep, end-
ing in a scarcely heard last sigh of
sound. While lying in a comatose or
unconscious state his mind seemed to
wander back to old Annandale memo-
ries of his ever loved ones and their sur-
roundings; his mother holding her su
792 Unpublished Letters of Carl yle.
preme seat surrounded by a trooping
throng of once familiar faces, not very
greatly less dear to him. He died full of
years, with all his weary task of worlds
work well and nobly done, and leaves
no mortal behind him who does not love
and reverence his life and memory.
By the newspapers I send today you
may see how very quiet the funeral
yesterday was. The vale of Annan was
grim and wintry. You could catch a
glimpse of Hoddam, the Brownmuir,
Woodcockaire, and all the old places
through the white roupy mist hanging
over and round them. The most touch-
ing sight I saw was that of three gray
haired, smooth crowned fathers of the
village of Ecclefechan, who stood togeth-
er by the way-side, bare-headed and with
unfeigned sadness of face and manner
silently and impressively bearing witness
to their sorrow. It was really very touch-
ing to look upon. The Presbyterian Kirk
bells tolled mournfully as they laid him
gently in the bed of rest within a few
yards of the place where he first drew
the breath of life, and all was as unosten-
tatious as he himself desired it might
be. Ah, me! Ah, me! Uncle James
was there, as the last male link of the
ever shortening chain. Mother bids me
send her love to you and your fellow
mourners who here and over all the wide
world are many. All would gladly unite
in sympathy and love with you in your
far away home.
Ever affectionately,
JOHN C. AITKEN.
I give here the conclusion of Mr.
Reginald Blunts account of the move-
ment to preserve Carlyles house:
The canvass was pushed vigorously
forward from the beginning of 1895.
Circulars and letters were widely distrib-
uted, the assistance of libraries through-
out the country was invoked, and, by the
invitation of the Lord Mayor, a crowded
meeting was held at the Mansion House
at the end of February, and addressed
by Lord Ripon, the United States Am-
bassador, Mr. Leonard Courtney, Mr.
Leslie Stephen, and Mr. Crockett. Funds
came in slowly, but steadily; auxiliary
committees were formed in New York
and in Glasgow, and over 400 was re-
mitted from America. By the end of
April about 2000 had been collected,
sufficient to complete the purchase, pay
the expenses of the fund, and carry out
part of the essential repairs. The free-
hold of the house was accordingly bought
in May, and, after a careful survey of
its actual condition, the necessary works
were put in hand at the end of the month,
and completed in June. The end of the
season in London, and the occurrence of
a General Election in July, rendered the
arrangement of any opening ceremony
impossible, and the House was therefore
opened informally at the end of July, and
was visited by over a thousand persons,
from all parts of the world, during the
next six weeks.
In December, 1897, at the age of
eighty-four, died Janet Carlyle Hanning,
the last surviving Carlyle of her gener-
ation. As the reader has seen, many of
the foregoing letters were addressed to
her. Those which had passed between
other members of the family, and were
afterward either carried by her beyond
seas or sent to her in Canada, were kept
by Mrs. Hanning as precious memorials
of family affection.
Charles Townsend Copeland.
Gal~fornia and the Californians.
CALIFORNIA AND THE CALIFORNIANS.
THE Californian loves his state be-
cause his state loves him, and he re-
turns her love with a fierce affection
that men of other regions are slow to
understand. Hence he is impatient of
outside criticism. Those who do not
love California cannot understand her,
and, to his mind, their shafts, however
aimed, fly wide of the mark. Thus, to
say that California is commercially
asleep, that her industries are gambling
ventures, that her local politics is in the
hands of professional pickpockets, that
her small towns are the shabbiest in
Christendom, that her saloons control
more constituents than her churches,
that she is the slave of corporations,
that she knows no such thing as public
opinion, that she has not yet learned to
distinguish enterprise from highway
robbery nor reform from blackmail,
all these things and many more the
Californian may admit in discussion or
may say himself, but he does not find
them acceptable from others. They
may be more or less true, in certain
times and places, but the conditions
which have permitted them will like-
wise mend them. It is said in the Alps
that not all the vulgar people who
come to Chamonix can ever make
Chamonix vulgar. For similar rea-
sons, not all the sordid people who drift
overland can ever vulgarize California.
Her fascination endures, whatever the
accidents of population.
The charm of California has, in the
main, three sources, scenery, climate,
and freedom of life.
To know the glory of California
scenery, one must live close to it
through the changing years. From Sis-
kiyou to San Diego, from Mendocino
to Nariposa, from Tahoe to the Far-
ralones, lake, crag, or chasm, forest,
mountain, valley, or island, river, bay,
or jutting headland, every one bears
the stamp of its own peculiar beauty, a
singular blending of richness, wildness,
and warmth. Coastwise everywhere sea
and mountains meet, and the surf of the
cold Japanese current breaks in turbu-
lent beauty against tall rincones and
jagged reefs of rock. Slumbering amid
the hills of the Coast Range,
A misty camp of mountains pitched tumult-
uously,
lie golden valleys dotted with wide-
limbed oaks, or smothered under over-
weighted fruit trees. Here, too, crum-
ble to ruins the old Franciscan missions,
passing monuments of Californias first
page of written history.
Inland rises the great Sierra, with
spreading ridge and foothill, like some
huge, sprawling centipede, its granite
back unbroken for a thousand miles.
Frost-torn peaks, of every height and
bearing, pierce the blue wastes above.
Their slopes are dark with forests of
noble pines and giant sequoias, the
mightiest of trees, in whose silent aisles
one may wander all day long and see
no sign of man. Dropped here and
there rest purple lakes which mark the
craters of dead volcanoes, or swell the
polished basins where vanished glaciers
did their last work. Through moun-
tain meadows run swift brooks over-
peopled with trout, while from the crags
leap full-throated streams, to be half
blown away in mist before they touch
the valley floor. Far down the fra-
grant caiions sing the green and troubled
rivers, twisting their way lower and
lower to the common plains. Even the
hopeless stretches of alkali and sand,
sinks of lost streams, in the southeastern
counties, are redeemed by the delectable
mountains that somewhere shut them in.
Everywhere the landscape seems to swim
in crystalline ether, while over all broods
793
David Starr Jordan
Jordan, David Starr
California and the Californians
793-801
Gal~fornia and the Californians.
CALIFORNIA AND THE CALIFORNIANS.
THE Californian loves his state be-
cause his state loves him, and he re-
turns her love with a fierce affection
that men of other regions are slow to
understand. Hence he is impatient of
outside criticism. Those who do not
love California cannot understand her,
and, to his mind, their shafts, however
aimed, fly wide of the mark. Thus, to
say that California is commercially
asleep, that her industries are gambling
ventures, that her local politics is in the
hands of professional pickpockets, that
her small towns are the shabbiest in
Christendom, that her saloons control
more constituents than her churches,
that she is the slave of corporations,
that she knows no such thing as public
opinion, that she has not yet learned to
distinguish enterprise from highway
robbery nor reform from blackmail,
all these things and many more the
Californian may admit in discussion or
may say himself, but he does not find
them acceptable from others. They
may be more or less true, in certain
times and places, but the conditions
which have permitted them will like-
wise mend them. It is said in the Alps
that not all the vulgar people who
come to Chamonix can ever make
Chamonix vulgar. For similar rea-
sons, not all the sordid people who drift
overland can ever vulgarize California.
Her fascination endures, whatever the
accidents of population.
The charm of California has, in the
main, three sources, scenery, climate,
and freedom of life.
To know the glory of California
scenery, one must live close to it
through the changing years. From Sis-
kiyou to San Diego, from Mendocino
to Nariposa, from Tahoe to the Far-
ralones, lake, crag, or chasm, forest,
mountain, valley, or island, river, bay,
or jutting headland, every one bears
the stamp of its own peculiar beauty, a
singular blending of richness, wildness,
and warmth. Coastwise everywhere sea
and mountains meet, and the surf of the
cold Japanese current breaks in turbu-
lent beauty against tall rincones and
jagged reefs of rock. Slumbering amid
the hills of the Coast Range,
A misty camp of mountains pitched tumult-
uously,
lie golden valleys dotted with wide-
limbed oaks, or smothered under over-
weighted fruit trees. Here, too, crum-
ble to ruins the old Franciscan missions,
passing monuments of Californias first
page of written history.
Inland rises the great Sierra, with
spreading ridge and foothill, like some
huge, sprawling centipede, its granite
back unbroken for a thousand miles.
Frost-torn peaks, of every height and
bearing, pierce the blue wastes above.
Their slopes are dark with forests of
noble pines and giant sequoias, the
mightiest of trees, in whose silent aisles
one may wander all day long and see
no sign of man. Dropped here and
there rest purple lakes which mark the
craters of dead volcanoes, or swell the
polished basins where vanished glaciers
did their last work. Through moun-
tain meadows run swift brooks over-
peopled with trout, while from the crags
leap full-throated streams, to be half
blown away in mist before they touch
the valley floor. Far down the fra-
grant caiions sing the green and troubled
rivers, twisting their way lower and
lower to the common plains. Even the
hopeless stretches of alkali and sand,
sinks of lost streams, in the southeastern
counties, are redeemed by the delectable
mountains that somewhere shut them in.
Everywhere the landscape seems to swim
in crystalline ether, while over all broods
793
794 Gatifornia and the Cal~fornians.
the warm California sun. Here, if any-
where, life is worth living, full and rich
and free.
As there is from end to end of Cali-
fornia scarcely one commonplace mile,
so from one end of the year to the other
there is hardly a tedious day. Two sea-
sons only has California, but two are
enough if each iu its way be perfect.
Some have called the climate monoto-
nous, but so, no doubt, is good health.
In terms of Eastern experience, tbe sea-
sons may be defined as late in the
spring and early in the fall;
Half a year of clouds and flowers, half a
year of dust and sky,
according to Bret Harte. But with the
dust and sky comes the unbroken succes-
sion of days of sunshine, the dry invigor-
ating air, and the boundless overflow of
vine and orchard. Each season in its
turn brings its fill of satisfaction, and
winter or summer we regret to look for-
ward to change, because we would not
give up what we have for the remem-
bered delights of the season that is past.
If one must choose, in all the fragrant
California year the best month is June;
for then the air is softest, and a touch
of summers gold overlies the green of
winter. But October, when the first
swift rains
dash the whole long slope with color,
and leave the clean-washed atmosphere
so absolutely transparent that even dis-
tance is no longer blue, has a charm
not less alluring.
So far as man is concerned, the one
essential fact is that he is never the
climates slave; he is never beleaguered
by the powers of the air. Winter
and summer alike call him out of doors.
In summer he is not languid, for the air
is iever sultry. In most regions he is
seldom hot, for in the shade or after
nightfall the dry air is always cool.
When it rains, the air may be chilly, in-
doors or out, but it is never cold enough
to make the remorseless base-burner a
welcome alternative. The habit of roast-
ing ones self all winter long is unknown
iu California. The old Californian sel-
dom built a fire for warmths sake.
When he was cold in the house lie went
out of doors to get warm. The house
was a place for storing food and keeping
ones belongings from the wet. To hide
in it from the weather would be to lay a
false stress on its function.
The climate of California is especial-
ly kind to childhood and old age. Men
live longer there, and, if unwasted by
dissipation, strength of body is better
conserved. To children the conditions
of life are particularly favorable. Cali-
fornia could have no better advertise-
ment at some worlds fair than the visi-
ble demonstration of this fact. A series
of measurements of the children of Oak-
land has recently been taken, in the in-
terest of comparative child-study; and
should the average of these for differ-
ent ages be worked into a series of
moulds or statues for comparison with
similar models from Eastern cities, the
result would cause surprise. The chil-
dren in California, other things being
equal, are larger, stronger, and better
formed than their Eastern cousins of the
same age. This advantaige of develop-
ment lasts, unless cigarettes, late hours,
or grosser forms of dissipation come in
to destroy it. A wholesome, sober, out-
of-door life in California invariably
means a vigorous maturity.
A third element of charm in Califor-
nia is that of personal freedom. The
dominant note in the social develop-
ment of the state is individualism, with
all that this implies of good or evil.
Man is man, in California: lie exists for
his own sake, not as part of a social or-
ganism. He is, in a sense, superior to
society. In the first place, it is not his
society; he came froni some other region
on his own business. Most likely, he
did not intend to stay; but, having sum-
mered and wintered in California, he
has become a Californian, and now lie
Ual~fornia and the Ual~fornians. 795
is not contented anywhere else. Life
on the coast has, for him, something of
the joyous irresponsibility of a picnic.
The feeling of children released from
school remains with grown people.
A Western man, says Dr. Amos
G. Warner, is an Eastern man who
has had some additional experiences.
The Californian is a man from some-
where or anywhere in America or Eu-
rope, typically from New England, per-
haps, who has learned a thing or two he
did not know in the East, and perhaps
has forgotten some things it would have
been as well to remember. Time things
he has learned relate chiefly to elbow-
room, nature at first hand, and the
unearned increment. The tIming he is
most likely to forget is that escape from
public opinion is not escape from the
consequences of wrong action.
Of elbow - room California offers
abundance. In an old civilization men
grow like trees in a close-set forest.
Individual growth and symmetry give
way to the necessity of crowding. There
is no room for spreading branches, and
the characteristic qualities and fruitage
develop only at the top. On the fron-
tier men grow as the California live
oak, which, in the open field, sends its
branches far and wide.
With plenty of elbow-room, the Cali-
fornian works out his own inborn char-
acter. If he is gree(ly, malicious, intem-
perate, by nature, his bad qualities rise
to the second degree in California, and
sometimes to the third. The whole
responsibility rests on himself. Society
has no part of it, and he does not pre-
tend to be what he is not, out of defer-
ence to society. Hypocrisy is the
homage vice pays to virtue, but in
California no such homage is demanded
or accepted. In like manner, the vir-
tues become intensified in freedom. No-
where in the world can one find men
and women more hospitable, more re-
fined, more charming, than in the homes
of prosperous California~ And these
homes, whether in the pine forests of
the Sierras, in the orange groves of
the south, in the peach orchards of
the Coast Range, or on the great stock
ranches, are the delight of all visitors
who enter their open doors. To be sure,
the bewildering hospitality of the great
financiers and greater gamblers of the
sixties and seventies is a thing of the
past. We shall never again see such
prodigal entertainment as that which
Ralston, bankrupt, cynical, but magnifi-
cent, once dispensed in Belmont Caiion.
Nor do we find, nowadays, such lavish
outgiving of fruit and wine, or such rush-
ing of tallyhos, as once preceded the
auction sale of town lots in paper cities.
These gorgeous spreads were not hos-
pitality, and disappeared when the tra-
veler had learned his lesson. Their
evident purpose was the sale of worth-
less land to old duffers from the East.
But real hospitality is characteristic of
all parts of California where men and
women have an income beyond the needs
of the day.
To a very unusual degree, the Cali-
fornian forms his own opinions on mat-
ters of politics, religion, and human life,
and these views he expresses without
reserve. His own head he carries un-
der his own hat, and whether this be
silk or a sombrero is a matter of his
own choosing. The dictates of church
and party have no binding force on him.
The Californian does not confine his
views to abstractions. He has his own
opinions of individual men and women.
If need be, he will analyze the charac-
ter, motives, and actions of his neigh-
bor in a way which will horrify the
traveler who has grown up in the shade
of a libel law.
The typical Californian has largely
outgrown provincialism. He has seen
much of the world, and he knows the
varied worth of varied lands. He tra-
vels more widely than the man of any
other state, and he has the educatioa
which travel gives. As a rule, the well-
796 California and the Gal~fornians.
to-do Californian knows Europe better
than the average Eastern man of equal
financial resources, and the chances are
that his range of experience includes a
part of Asia as well. A knowledge of
his own country is a matter of course.
He has no sympathy with the essen-
tial provinciality of the mind which
knows the Eastern seaboard, and has
some measure of acquaintance with
countries and cities, and with men from
Ireland to Italy, but which is densely
ignorant of our own vast domain, and
thinks that all that lies beyond Phila-
delphia belongs to the West. Not that
provincialism is unknown in California,
or that its occasional exhibition is any
less absurd or offensive here than else-
where. For example, one may note a
tendency to set up local standards for
literary work done in California. An-
other, more harmful idea would insist
that methods outworn in the schools
elsewhere are good because they are
Californian. This is the usual provin-
cialism of ignorance, and it is found the
world over. Especially is it character-
istic of centres of population. When
men come into contact with men in-
stead of with the forces of nature, they
mistake their own conventionalities for
the facts of existence. It is not what
life is, but what the singular mess we
agree to call life is, that interests
them. In this fashion they lose their
real understanding of affairs, become
the toys of their local environment, and
are marked as provincials or tenderfeet
when they stray away from home.
California is emphatically one of
earths male lands, to accept Brown-
ings classification. The first Saxon
settlers were men, and in their rude
civilization women had no part. For
years women in California were objects
of curiosity or of chivalry, disturbing
rather than cementing influences in so-
ciety. Even yet California is essen-
tially a mans state. It is common to
say that public opinion does not exist
there; but such a statement is not whol-
ly correct. It does exist, but it is an
out - of - door public opinion, a mans
view of men. There is, for example, a
strong public opinion against hypocrisy,
in California, as more than one clerical
renegade has found, to his discomfiture.
The pretense to virtue is the one vice
that is not forgiven. If a man be not
a liar, few questions are asked, least of
all the delicate one as to the name he
went by in the states. What we com-
monly call public opinion the cut-and-
dried decision on social and civic ques-
tions is made up in the house. It
is essentially feminine in its origin, the
opinion of householders as to how men
should behave. In California there is
little which corresponds to the social
atmosphere pervading the snug, white-
painted, green - blinded New England
villages, and this little exists chiefly in
communities of people transported thi-
ther in block, traditions, convention-
alities, prejudices, and all. There is, in
general, no merit attached to conform-
ity, and one may take a wide range of
rope without necessarily arousing dis-
trust. Speaking broadly, in California
the virtues of life spring from within,
and are not prescribed from without.
The young man who is decent only
because he thinks that some one is look-
ing would do well to stay away. The
stern law of individual responsibility
turns the fool over to the fool-killer
without a preliminary trial. No finer
type of man can be found in the world
than the sober Californian; and yet no
coast is strewn with wrecks more pitiful.
There are some advantages in the ab-
sence of a compelling force of public
opinion. One of them is found in the
strong self-reliance of men and women
who have made and enforced their
own moral standards. With very many
men life in California brings a decided
strengthening of the moral fibre. They
must reconsider, justify, and fight for
their standards of action; and by so
Ual~fornia and the Cal ~fornians. 791
doing they become masters of them-
selves. With men of weak nature the
result is not so encouraging. The bad
side of this life is shown in lax business
methods, official carelessness and corrup-
tion, the widespread corrosions of vul-
gar vices, and the general lack of pride
in their work shown by artisans and
craftsmen.
In short, California is a mans land,
with male standards of action, a land
where one must give and take, stand
and fall, as a man. With the growth
of womans realm of homes and houses
this will slowly change. It is changing
now, year by year, for good and ill;
and soon California will have a public
opinion. Her sons will learn to fear
the rod behind the looking-glass, and
to shun evil not only because it is vile,
but because it is improper.
Contact with the facts of nature has
taught the Californian something in it-
self. To have elbow-room is to touch
nature at more angles; and whenever she
is touched, she is an insistent teacher.
Whatever is to be done, the typical Cali-
fornian knows how to do it, and how to
do it well. He is equal to every occa-
sion. He can cinch his own saddle, har-
ness his own team, bud his own grape-
vines, cook his own breakfast, paint his
own house; and because he cannot go to
the market for every little service, per-
force he serves himself. In dealing with
college students in California, one is im-
pressed by their boundless ingenuity. If
anything needs doing, some student can
do it for you. Is it to sketch a water-
fall, to engrave a portrait, to write a
sonnet, to mend a saddle, to sing a song,
to build an engine, or to bust a bronco,
there is some one at hand who can do it,
and do it artistically. Varied ingenu-
ity California demands of her pioneers.
Their native originality has been inten-
sified by circumstances, until it has be-
come a matter of tradition and habit.
The processes of natural selection have
favored the survival of the ingenious,
and the quality of adequacy is become
hereditary.
The possibility of the unearned incre-
ment is a great factor in the social evolu-
tion of California. Its influence has been
widespread, persistent, and in most re-
gards baneful. The Anglo-Saxon first
came to California for gold to be had
for the picking up. The hope of secur-
ing something for nothing, money or
health without earning it, has been the
motive for a large share of the subse-
quent immigration. From those who
have grown rich through undeserved
prosperity, and from those who have
grown poor in the quest of it, California
has suffered sorely. Even now, far and
wide, people think of California as a
region where wealth is not dependent
on thrift, where one can somehow strike
it rich without that tedious attention
to details and expenses which wears out
life in effete regions such as Europe and
the Eastern States. In this feeling there
is just enough of truth to keep the no-
tion alive, but never enough to save from
disaster those who make it a working
hypothesis. The hope of great or sud-
den wealth has been the mainspring of
enterprise in California, but it has also
been the excuse for shiftlessness and
recklessness, the cause of social disinte-
gration and moral decay. The Argo-
nauts of 49 were a strong, self-reliant,
generous body of men. They came for
gold, and gold in abundance. Most of
them found it, and some of them retained
it. Following them came a miscellane-
ous array of parasites and plunderers;
gamblers, dive-keepers and saloon-keep-
ers, who fed fat on the spoils of the Ar-
gonauts. Every Roaring Camp had its
Jack Hamlin as well as its Flynn of Vir-
ginia, and the wild, strong, generous,
reckless aggregate cared little for thrift,
and wasted more than they earned.
But it is not gold alone that in Califor-
nia has dazzled men with visions of sud-
den wealth. Orange groves, peach or-
chards, prune orchards, wheat-raising,
798 Ual~fornia and the Gal ~forni ans.
lumbering, horse-farms, chicken-ranches,
bee-ranches, seal - poaching~, codfishing,
salmon-canning, each of these has held
out the same glittering possibility. Even
the humblest ventures have caught the
prevailing tone of speculation. Industry
and trade have been followed, not for a
living, but for sudden wealth, and often
on a scale of personal expenses out of
all proportion to the probable results.
In the sixties, when the gold fever began
to subside, it was found that the despised
cow counties would bear marvelous
crops of wheat. At once wheat-raising
was undertaken on a grand scale. Farms
of five thousand to fifty thousand acres
were established on the old Spanish
grants in the valleys of the Coast Range
and in the interior.
The comparative exhaustion of the
placer mines and the advent of quartz-
crushing with elaborate machinery have
changed gold-mining from speculation
to regular business, to the great advan-
tage of the state. In the same manner
the development of irrigation is chan-
ging the character of farming in many
parts of California. In the early days
fruit-raising was of the nature of specu-
lation, but the spread of irrigation has
brought it into more wholesome rela-
tions. To irrigate a tract of land is to
make its product certain; but at the same
time, irrigation demands expenditure of
money, and the building of a home neces-
sarily follows. Irrigation thus tends to
break up the vast farms into small hold-
ings which become permanent homes.
On land well chosen, carefully planted,
and thriftily managed, an orchard of
prunes or of oranges should reward its
possessor with a comfortable living, be-
sides occasionally an unexpected profit
thrown in. But too often men have not
been content with the usual return, and
have planted trees with a view only to
the unearned profits. rro make an hon-
est living from the sale of oranges or
prunes is quite another thing from ac-
quiring sudden wealth. When a man
without experience in fruit-raising or in
general economy comes to California,
buys land on borrowed capital, plants it
without discrimination, and spends his
profits in advance, there can be but one
result. The laws of economics are in-
exorable even in California. One of
the curses of the state is the fool fruit-
grower, with neither knowledge nor
conscience in the management of his
business. Thousands of trees have been
planted on ground unsuitable for the pur-
pose, and thousands of trees which ought
to have done well have died through his
neglect. Through his agency frozen or-
anges are sent to Eastern markets under
his neighbors brands, and most needless-
ly his varied follies have spoiled the re-
putation of the best of fruit.
The great body of immigrants to Cali-
fornia have been sound and earnest, fit
citizens of the young state, but this is
rarely true of seekers of the unearned
increment. No one is more greedy for
money than the man who can never get
any. Rumors of golden chances have
brought in a steady stream of incompe-
tents from all places and all strata of
social life. From the common tramp to
the inventor of perpetual motions is
a long step in the moral scale, but both
are alike in their eagerness to escape
from the competitive social order of
the East, in which their abilities found
no recognition. Whoever has deservedly
failed in the older states is sure to think
of redeeming his fortunes in California.
Once on the Pacific slope the difficulties
in the way of his return seem insurmount-
able. The dread of the winters cold
alone is in most cases a deterrent fac-
tor. Thus San Francisco, by force of
circumstances, has become the hopper
into which fall incompetents from all the
world, and from which few escape. The
city contains about three hundred thou-
sand people. Of these, a vast number,
thirty thousand to fifty thousand, it may
be, have no real business in San Fran-
cisco. They live from hand to mouth,
Ual~fornia and the Ual~fornians. 799
by odd jobs that might be better done
by better people; and whatever their
success in making a living, they swell
the army of discontent, and confound all
attempts to solve industrial problems.
In this rough estimate I do not count
San Franciscos own poor, of which
there is a moderate proportion, but only
those who have drifted in from the out-
side. I would include, however, not
only those who are economically im-
potent, but also those who follow the
weak for predatory ends. In this last
category I place a certain number of
saloon-keepers; a class of so-called law-
yers; a long line of soothsayers, clair-
voyants, lottery agents, and joint-keepers,
beside gamblers, sweaters, promoters of
medical institutes, magnetic, psychi-
cal, and magic healers, and other types
of unhanged scoundrels that feed upon
the life-blood of the weak and foolish.
The other cities of California have had a
similar experience. Each has its repu-
tation for hospitality, and each has a con-
siderable population which has come in
from other regions because incapable of
making its own way. It is not the poor
and helpless alone who are the victims of
imposition. There are fools in all walks
in life. Many a well-dressed man or
woman can be found in the rooms of the
clairvoyant or the Chinese doctor. In
matters of health, especially, men grasp
at the most unpromising straws. In one
city I lately visited, I found scarcely a
business block that did not contain at
least one human leech under the trade
name of healer, metaphysical, electri-
cal, astral, divine, or what not. And
these will thrive so long as men seek
health or fortune with closed eyes and
open hands.
In no way has the unearned incre-
ment been more mischievous than in the
booming of cities. With the growth of
towns comes increase in the value of the
holdings of those who hold and wait. If
the city grows rapidly enough, these gains
may be inordinately great. The mar-
velous beauty of Southern California and
the charm of its climate have impressed
thousands of people. Two or three times
this impression has been epidemic. At
one time almost every bluff along the
coast, from Los Angeles to San Diego
and beyond, was staked out in town lots.
The wonderful climate was everywhere,
and everywhere men had it for sale, not
only along the coast, but throughout the
orange-bearing region of the interior.
Every resident bought lots, all the lots
he could hold. The tourist took his
hand in speculation. Corner lots in Sari
.Diego, Del Mar, Azusa, Redlands, River-
side, Pasadena, anywhere, brought fab-
ulous prices. A village was laid out in
the uninhabited bed of a mountain tor-
rent, and men stood in the streets in
Los Angeles, ranged in line, all night
long, to await their turn in buying lots.
Worthless land and inaccessible, barren
cliffs, river-wash, sand hills, cactus de-
serts, sinks of alkali, everything met with
ready sale. The belief that Southern
California would he one great city was
universal. The desire to buy became a
mania. Millionaires of a day, even
the shrewdest lost their heads, and the
boom ended, as such booms always end,
in utter collapse.
Mr. T. S. Van Dyke, of San Diego,
has written of this collapse: The
money-market tightened almost on the
instant. From every quarter of the
land the drain of money outward had
been enormous, and had been balanced
only by the immense amount constantly
coming in. Almost from the day this
inflow ceased money seemed scarce
everywhere, for the outgo still contin-
ued. Not only were vast sums going
out every day for water-pipe, railroad
iron, cement, lumber, and other materi-
al for the great improvements going on
in every direction, most of which mate-
rial had already been ordered, but thou-
sands more were still going out for dia-
monds and a host of other things already
bought, things that only increase the
800 Gal~fornia and the Cabfornians.
general indebtedness of a community by
making those who cannot afford them
imitate those who can. And tens of
thousands more were going out for but-
ter, eggs, pork, and even potatoes and
other vegetables, which the luxurious
boomers thought it beneath the dignity
of millionaires to raise.
But the normal growth of Los Ange-
les and her sister towns has gone on, in
spite of these spasms of fever and their
consequent chills. Their real advantages
could not be obscured by the bursting
of financial bubbles. By reason of sit-
uation and climate they have continued.
to attract men of wealth and enterprise,
as well as those in search of homes and
health.
The search for the unearned incre-
ment in bodily health brings many to
California who might better have re-
mained at home. The invalid finds
health in California only if he is strong
enough to grasp it. To one who can
spend his life out of doors it is indeed
true that our pines are trees of heal-
ing, but to one confined to the house,
there is little gain in the new conditions.
To those accustomed to the close heat
of Eastern rooms the California house
in the winter seems depressingly chilly.
I know of few things more pitiful
than the annual migration of hop~less
consumptives to Los Angeles, Pasadena,
and San Diego. The Pullman cars in
the winter are full of sick people, ban-
ished from the East by physicians who
do not know what else to do with their
incurable patients. They go to the large
hotels of Los Angeles or Pasadena, and
pay a rate they cannot afford. They
shiver in half-warmed rooms; take cold
after cold; their symptoms grow alarm-
ing; their money wastes away; and
finally, in utter despair, they are hurried
back homeward, perhaps to die on board
the train. Or it may be that they
choose cheap lodging-houses, at prices
more nearly within their reach. Here
again, they suffer for want of home
food, home comforts, and home warmth,
and the end is just the same. People
hopelessly ill should remain with their
friends; even California has no health
to give to those who cannot earn it, in
part at least, by their own exertions.
It is true that the one-lunged peo-
ple form a considerable part of the
population of Southern California. It
is also true that no part of our Union
has a better population, and that many
of these men and women are now as
robust and vigorous as one could desire.
But this happy change is possible only
to those in the first stages of the dis-.
ease. Out-of-door life and physical ac-
tivity enable the system to suppress the
germs of disease, but clitnate without
activity does not cure. So far as cli-
mate is concerned, many parts of the
arid regions in Arizona, New Mexico,
and Colorado are more favorable than
California, because they are protected
from the chill of the sea. Another class
of health-seekers receives less sympathy
in California, and perhaps deserves less.
It is made up of jaundiced hypochondri-
acs and neurotic wrecks. These people
shiver in the California winter board-
ing-houses, torment themselves with en-
nui at the country ranches, poison them-
selves with nerve foods, and perhaps
finally survive to write the sad and
squalid truth about California. Doubt-
less it is all inexpressibly tedious to them:
subjective woe is always hard to bear
but it is not California.
There are others, too, who are disaf-
fected, but I shall not stop to discuss
them or their points of view. It is
true, in general, that few to whom any-
thing else is anywhere possible find dis-
appointment in California.
With all this, the social life is, in its
essentials, that of the rest of the United
States, for the same blood flows in the
veins of those whose influence dominates
it. Under all its deviations and varia-
tions lies the old Puritan conscience,
which is still the backbone of the civili
The Wholesome Revival of Byron. 801
zation of the republic. Life there is a
little fresher, a little freer, a good deal
richer, in its physical aspects, but for
these reasons, possibly, more intensely
and characteristically American. With
perhaps ninety-five per cent of identity
there is five per cent of divergence, and
this five per cent I have emphasized
even to exaggeration. We know our
friends by their slight differences in fea-
ture or expression, not by their common
humanity. Much of this divergence is
already fading away. Scenery and cli-
mate remain, but there is less elbow-
room, and the unearned increment is
disappearing. That which is solid will
endure; the rest will vanish. The forces
that ally us to the East are growing
stronger every year with the immigra-
tion of men with new ideas. The vigor-
ous growth of the two universities in
California insures the elevation as well
as the retention of these ideas. In this
way, perhaps, California may contribute
something to the social development of
the East, and be a giver as well as a
receiver. But to the last certain traits
will persist. It is the most cosmopoli-
tan of all the states of the Union, and
such it will remain. Whatever the fates
may bring, the people will be tolerant,
hopeful, and adequate, sure of them-
selves, masters of the present, fearless
of the future.
David Starr Jordan.
THE WHOLESOME REVIVAL OF BYRON.
THE simultaneous appearance of two
sumptuous editions of Byron, from the
presses of Messrs. Murray and Macmil-
lan, must have rather a puzzling effect
on certain critics and readers of poetry.
So much has been written of late years
about Wordsworth and Shelley, while
their quondam rival has been treated
with such contumelious silence, that the
disdainers of Byron had begun to feel
that the ground was entirely their own;
and the faithful few, who in secret
handed down the old Byron cult, must
have fallen into desperation, for there
are still a few faithful, like the well-
known Greek scholar of whom it was
remarked in my hearing that he never
quoted any English save Byron and the
Bible. But apart from these scoffers
and idolaters, there are some who re-
cognize fully all the imperfections of
Byrons work, and yet regard the re-
cent exaltation of Shelley and Words-
worth so high above him as indicative
of an effeminate and oversubtilized taste.
To such persons the appearance of these
VOL. Lxxxii. NO. 494. 51
new editions must be welcome as a pro-
mise of renewed interest in the poet, and
of a return to sounder principles of
criticism.
Much has been written about Byron;
yet no author, perhaps, remains so much
in need of calm and discriminating study.
The elements of his genius are diverse,
to a certain extent even contradictory;
and to this fact are due in part the ex-
traordinary unevenness of his own work
and the curious divergence of opinion
regarding him.
In a word, the two master traits of
Byrons genius are the revolutionary
spirit and classical art. By classical is
meant a certain predominance of the in-
tellect over the emotions, and a reliance
on broad effects rather than on subtle im-
pressions; these two characteristics work-
ing harmoniously together, and being
subservient to human interest. And here
at once we may seeni to run counter to
a well-established criticism of Byron. It
will be remnembered that Matthew Ar-
nold has quoted and judiciously enlarged
Paul Elmer More
More, Paul Elmer
The Wholesome Revival of Byron
801-810
The Wholesome Revival of Byron. 801
zation of the republic. Life there is a
little fresher, a little freer, a good deal
richer, in its physical aspects, but for
these reasons, possibly, more intensely
and characteristically American. With
perhaps ninety-five per cent of identity
there is five per cent of divergence, and
this five per cent I have emphasized
even to exaggeration. We know our
friends by their slight differences in fea-
ture or expression, not by their common
humanity. Much of this divergence is
already fading away. Scenery and cli-
mate remain, but there is less elbow-
room, and the unearned increment is
disappearing. That which is solid will
endure; the rest will vanish. The forces
that ally us to the East are growing
stronger every year with the immigra-
tion of men with new ideas. The vigor-
ous growth of the two universities in
California insures the elevation as well
as the retention of these ideas. In this
way, perhaps, California may contribute
something to the social development of
the East, and be a giver as well as a
receiver. But to the last certain traits
will persist. It is the most cosmopoli-
tan of all the states of the Union, and
such it will remain. Whatever the fates
may bring, the people will be tolerant,
hopeful, and adequate, sure of them-
selves, masters of the present, fearless
of the future.
David Starr Jordan.
THE WHOLESOME REVIVAL OF BYRON.
THE simultaneous appearance of two
sumptuous editions of Byron, from the
presses of Messrs. Murray and Macmil-
lan, must have rather a puzzling effect
on certain critics and readers of poetry.
So much has been written of late years
about Wordsworth and Shelley, while
their quondam rival has been treated
with such contumelious silence, that the
disdainers of Byron had begun to feel
that the ground was entirely their own;
and the faithful few, who in secret
handed down the old Byron cult, must
have fallen into desperation, for there
are still a few faithful, like the well-
known Greek scholar of whom it was
remarked in my hearing that he never
quoted any English save Byron and the
Bible. But apart from these scoffers
and idolaters, there are some who re-
cognize fully all the imperfections of
Byrons work, and yet regard the re-
cent exaltation of Shelley and Words-
worth so high above him as indicative
of an effeminate and oversubtilized taste.
To such persons the appearance of these
VOL. Lxxxii. NO. 494. 51
new editions must be welcome as a pro-
mise of renewed interest in the poet, and
of a return to sounder principles of
criticism.
Much has been written about Byron;
yet no author, perhaps, remains so much
in need of calm and discriminating study.
The elements of his genius are diverse,
to a certain extent even contradictory;
and to this fact are due in part the ex-
traordinary unevenness of his own work
and the curious divergence of opinion
regarding him.
In a word, the two master traits of
Byrons genius are the revolutionary
spirit and classical art. By classical is
meant a certain predominance of the in-
tellect over the emotions, and a reliance
on broad effects rather than on subtle im-
pressions; these two characteristics work-
ing harmoniously together, and being
subservient to human interest. And here
at once we may seeni to run counter to
a well-established criticism of Byron. It
will be remnembered that Matthew Ar-
nold has quoted and judiciously enlarged
802 The Wholesome Revival of Byron.
upon Goethes saying, The moment he
reflects, he is a child. The dictum is
perfectly true. Byron as a philosopher
and critic is sadly deficient, oftentimes
puerile. But in fact he rarely reflects;
he is more often a child because he fails
to reflect at all. Predominance of intel-
lect does not necessarily imply true wis-
dom; for in reality an impulsive, restless
activity of mind seems often to militate
against calm reflection. It implies in
Byron rather keenness of wit, pungency
of criticism, whether sound or false, pre-
cision and unity of conception. So, in
the English Bards, the ruinous criticism
of Wordsworth, that mild apostate
from poetic rule, is the expression of
an irresistible mental impetus, but it is
hardly reflection. When the poet came
to reflect on his satire, he wisely added
the comment, unjust. When in Childe
Harold he describes Gibbon as sapping
a solemn creed with solemn sneer, he
displays astonishing intellectual force in
summing up the effect of a huge work
in one keen memorable phrase, such
as can scarcely be paralleled from the
poetry of his age. And in this case he
is by chance right; reflection could not
modify or improve the judgment.
In its larger effect this predominance
of intellect causes simplicity and tangi-
bility of general design. Thus, on read-
ing Manfred, we feel that a single and
very definite idea has been grasped and
held throughout; and we in turn receive
a single and definite impression, which
we readily carry away and reproduce in
memory. But turn to Shelleys Prome-
theus Unbound, and mark the difference.
However much the ordinary reader may
admire this drama, it is doubtful whe-
ther he could give any satisfactory ac-
count of its central idea, for the reason
that this idea has been diverted and
refracted through the medium of a way-
ward imagination, and is after all but
an illusion of the senses. Love, all-
embracing, victorious love, is in a sense
the motive of the poem; yet the most
superficial analysis will show this to be
an emotion or vague state of feeling,
rather than a distinct conception of the
intellect. The inconsistencies bewilder
the reader, although, on a rapid perusal,
they may escape his critical detection.
Love is the theme, yet the speeches are
full of the gall of hatred: in words Pro-
metheus may forgive his enemy, but the
animus of the poem is unrelenting bit-
terness.
Yet the predominance of intellect,
which forms so important a factor in
what I have called classical art, is far
from excluding all emotion. On the
contrary, the simple elemental passions
naturally provoke intense activity of
mind. They almost inevitably, more-
over, lead to an art which depends on
broad effects instead of subtle and vague
impressions. The passion of Byron is
good evidence of this tendency. He
himself somewhere remarks that his
genius was eloquent rather than poetical,
and in a sense this observation is true.
His language has a marvelous sweep and
force that carry the reader on through
a sustained emotion, but in detail it is
prosaic in comparison with the iridescent
style of Shelley or of Keats. Marino
Faliero, one of Byrons less important
works, may be cited as a fair example
of his eloquence and concentrated pas-
sion. The theme of the drama is per-
fectly simple, the conflict in Marinos
breast between aristocratic pride and the
love of liberty (predominant character-
istics, be it observed, of the poet him-
self) ; and about this conflict the whole
action of the play revolves, without any
minor issues to dissipate the effect. The
mind is held gripped to one emotion and
one thought; we seem to hear the mighty
pleading of a Demosthenes. There is
no poem of Shelleys (with the possible
exception of The Cenci, where he resorts
to monstrous and illegitimate means)
which begins to leave on the mind so
distinct and powerful an impression as
this, yet the whole drama contains per-
The Wholesome Revival of Byron. 803
haps not a single line of the illusive
charm to be found in passages on every
page of Shelleys works. We know
from Byrons letters and prefaces that
he made a conscious effort to be, as he
himself calls it, classical in this respect.
Had his genius possessed also the subtle
grace of the more romantic writers, he
would have been classical in a still high-
er and broader sense; for the greatest
poets, the true classics, Homer as well
as Shakespeare, have embraced both
gifts. As it is, we are left to contrast
the vigorous, though incomplete, art of
Byron with the more wayward and ef-
feminate style of his rivals. And in this
we are justified by the known hostility
of Byron to the tendencies of his age
and by the utterances of the romantic
writers themselves, from whom a volume
of quotations might be culled showing
that they deliberately look on poetry as
a vehicle for the emotions and imagina-
tions of the heart alone.
It was in no spirit of mere carping at
the present that Byron condemned the
romantic spirit, and waged continuous if
often indiscreet warfare for Milton and
Dryden and Pope. His indifference to
Shakespeare proves the sincerity of his
opinion, however it may expose the nar-
rowness of his judgment. He perceived
clearly a real kinship, on one side of his
genius, with Dryden and Pope, and was
sincere in his wish to follow them as
models. He was saved from their arid-
ity by the revolutionary spirit, which was
equally strong within him, and which he
acknowledged by partially condemning
\ himself with his contemporaries.
Were the subject not too technical, the
radical difference between these classes
of poets might be shown by a study of
their use of metaphor. Poetry hardly
exists without metaphor. Besides the
formal simile there is in verse the more
pervasive use of metaphorical language,
by which the whole world of animate
and inanimate nature is brought into
similarity and kinship with the human
soul, so that our inner life is enlarged
and exalted by a feeling of universal do-
minion. The classical metaphor is sim-
ple and intellectual; through its means
the vague is fixed and presented clearly
to the mind by comparison with the more
definite, the complex by comparison with
the simple, the abstract with the con-
crete, the emotional with the sensuous.
Its rival, the romantic metaphor, appeals
to the fancy by the very opposite method.
It would be easy to take the Prometheus
Unbound aiid show how Shelley persist-
ently relaxes the mind by vague and ab-
stract similes. The moments are said
to crawl like death-worms; spring
is compared with the memory of a
dream, with genius, or joy which
riseth up as from the earth; the rush-
ing avalanche is likened to thought by
thought . . . piled up, till some great
truth is loosened, and the nations echo
round. In the famous and exquisitely
beautiful singing-metaphor of that poem
we have in miniature a perfect picture of
the romantic poets art:
Meanwhile thy spirit lifts its pinions
In musics most serene dominions;
Catching the winds that fan that happy hea-
yen.
And we sail on, away, afar
Without a course, without a star,
But by the instinct of sweet music driven.
Perhaps nowhere could a more perfect
expression of this wayward and delicate
spirit of romance be found, unless in that
brief phrase of A Winters Tale :
A wild dedication of yourselves
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
Take away this subtle and baffling over-
growth of the emotions, and the sturdier
metaphor of the classical poets remains.
Individual comparisons of this vague
character may no doubt be cited from
Byron (they are not altogether wanting
even in Homer), but they are in him dis-
tinctly exceptions. In general the poetic
medium in which he works has an intel-
lectual solidity akin to the older masters.
Poetry is the most perfect instrument
804 The Wholesome Revival of Byron.
of expression granted us in our need of
self-utterance, and it is something to
have learned in what way this instru-
ment is shaped to the hand ~f a strong
poet. But this is not all. We desire to
know further the material he chooses
and how he treats it. How does he deal
with the great themes of literature? How
does he stand toward nature and man?
And here too we shall find a real con-
trast between Byron and his contem-
poraries.
There is a scene in Mrs. Gaskells
Cranford which to me has always
seemed to set forth the aim of the mo-
mantic nature-poet in a charming light.
It is the bewitching chapter where the
ladies visit old Mr. Holbrook, the bache-
lor, and he, musing after dinner in the
garden, quotes and comments on Tenny-
son :
The cedar spreads his dark-green layers of
shade.
Capital term layers! Wonderful
man! . . . Why, when I saw the review
of his poems in Blackwood, I set off
within an hour, and walked seven miles
to Misselton (for the horses were not in
the way) and ordered them. Now, what
color are ash-buds in March?
Is the man going mad? thought I.
He is very like Don Quixote.
What color are they, I say? re-
peated he vehemently.
I am sure I dont know, sir, said
I, with the meekness of ignorance.
I knew you did nt. No more did
I an old fool that I am ! till this
young man comes and tells me. Black
as ash-buds in March. And I ye lived
all nmy life in the country; more shame
for me not to know. Black: they are
jet-black, madam.
Excellent botany, no doubt, and very
dainty verse; and yet I cannot think
the fame of the great masters of song
depends on such trivialities as this.
Black as ash-buds in 2k/larch, one
might read all the famous epics of the
past without acquiring this curious bit
of informatiosm. Now it is perfectly
sure that, practically, all the verse-
makers of the present day look to nat-
ural description for their main theme,
and would clap their poetical hands as
in the joy of a vast inspiration over
one such novel bit of observation that
chanced to fall in their way. And in
this they have but carried to its extreme
tenuity tIme disposition of the romantic
poets, their forbears. There is a good
deal of this petty, prying nature-cult in
Keats and Shelley, along with inspiration
of a more solid or mystical quality. And
it is Wordsworth who chants over the
small celandine :
Since the day I foand thee out,
Little flower! I 11 make a stir,
Like a great astronomer.
Some kinship of spirit, some haunting
echo of the revolutionary cry, binds us
very close to the singers of that age, and
we are perforce influenced by their at-
titude toward the outer world. It would
be a matter of curious inquiry to search
out the advent of this nature-worship
into poetry, and to trace it down through
later writers. Its growth and culmination
are in a way coincident with the revolu-
tionary period to which Byron belongs,
and, like most innovations of the kind, it
denotes both an enlargement and a loss of
idealism. The peculiar form of religious
enthusiasm developed in the Middle Ages
had wrought out its own idealism. The
soul of the individual man seemed to the
Christian of that day, as it were, the cen-
tre of the world, about which the divine
drama of salvation revolved; and on the
position taken by the individual in this
drama depended his eternal life. A
mans personality became of vast impor-
tance in the universal scheme of things,
and a new and justifiable egotism of in-
tense activity was born. There was ne-
cessarily an element of anguish in this
thought of personal importance and in-
security, but on the whole, while faith
lasted, it was overbalanced by feelings
of joy and peace; for, after all, salvation
The Wholesome Revival of Byron. 805
was within reach. The idealism of such
a period found its aim in the perfection
of mans soul, and humanity in the life
of its individual members was the one
theme of surpassing interest. The new
humanism which came in with the Re-
naissance modified, but did not entirely
displant this ideal; the faith of the ear-
lier ages remained for a long time intact.
But by the closing years of the eighteenth
century the long illusion of mans per-
sonal value in the universe had been
rudely shattered; his anchor of faith had
been rent away. Then came the readjust-
ment which is still in progress, and is
still the cause of so much unrest and
tribulation. In place of the individual
arose a new ideal of humanity as a
whole, a very pretty theory for phi-
losophers, but in no wise comforting for
the homeless soul of man, trained by
centuries of introspection to deem him-
self the chosen vessel of grace. There
was a season of revolt. The individual,
still bearing his burden of self-impor-
tance, and seeing now no restrictive laws
to bind him, gave himself to all the
wild vagaries of the revolutionary period.
Nor is it a matter of chance that Vol-
taire, the father of modera skepticism,
and Rousseau, the first of romantic na-
ture - worshipers, had worked together
to this end. It was under this stimulus
that those who were unable to silence the
inner need amidst the turmoil of action
turned to the outer world, seeking there
the comfort of an idealism not attainable
in the vague abstraction of humanity.
The individual found a new solace in
reverie, which seemed to make him one
with the wide and beneficent realm of
nature. The flattering trust in his own
eternal personality was undermined, the
unsubdued egotism born of the old faith
left him solitary amid mankind; he
turned for companionship to the new
world whose kinship to himself was so
newly discovered:
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt
In solitude, where we are least alone;
A truth, which through our being then doth
melt
And purifies from self: it is a tone,
The soul and source of music, which makes
known
Eternal harmony, aud sheds a charm,
Like to the fabled Cythereas zone,
Binding all things with beauty; t would
disarm
The spectre Death, had he substantial power to
harm.
An eternal harmony did indeed spring
from this new source of music; it was a
substantial gain, a new-created idealism
in poetry. But we should not shut our
eyes to the concomitant danger and foss.
In this flattering absorption, into nature
the poet was too apt to forget that, after
all, the highest and noblest theme must
forever be the struggle of the human
soul; he was too ready to substitute
vague reverie for honest thought, and
to lose his higher sympathy with man in
the eager pursuit of minute phenomena.
We are all familiar with the travestied
nature-cult to be seen especially in un-
attached women, who seek in this way
an outlet for unemployed emotions such
as formerly they found in religious en-
thusiasm. There is, alas, too much of
this petty sentimentality in the verse of
the day. We turn to the earlier bards
of the century, the founders of this new
religion, for guidance and inspiration,
and too often we imitate their weakness
instead of their strength. Wordsworth
has made a stir over the small celandine,
and Tennyson has discovered that ash-
buds are black in March; the present
generation must, for originality, examine
the fields with a botanists lens, while the
poor reader, who retains any use of his
mind, is too often reminded of the poet
Grays shrewd witticism, that he learnt
botany to save himself the trouble of
thinking. If for no other reason, we are
justified in calling attention to Byron,
who in his treatment of nature shows the
same breadth and mental scope, the same
human sympathy, which characterize his
classical use of metaphor.
806 The Wholesome Revival of Byron.
There is a curious passage in one of
Franklins letters, where the philosopher
attempts to prove by experiment that
the perception of form is remembered
more clearly than the perception of
color. I am not sure that his expla-
nation of this phenomenon is strictly
scientific, but the fact is indisputable.
Form and motion of form are clearly
defined, intelligible, so to speak; color
is illusive and impressionistic. So, it
will be remembered, the Greeks were
preiiminent in their imitation of form;
the Renaissance artists excelled in color.
Distinctions of this kind, to be sure, are
a matter of degree only, but none the
less significant for that. Now there
are descriptions in Byron of gorgeous
coloring, notably in certain stanzas of
the Haid6e episode; but even here the
colors are sharply defined, and there is
little of the blending, iridescent light of
romance,
The light that never was on sea or land,
The consecration and the poets dream
and in general Byron dwells on form
and action in his presentation of na-
ture, whereas his contemporaries, and
notably Shelley, revel in her variety of
hues.
It is curious, in fact, that many who
are prone to dignify emotional reverie
as thought would ascribe such predomi-
nance of intellect to shallowness, just as
they would deem the breadth of Byrons
natural description due to narrowness
of observation. You will indeed find
in Byron no poems on the small celan-
dine, or the daisy, or the cuckoo, or the
nightingale, or the west wind; but you
may find pictures of mountains reared
like the palaces of nature, of the free
bounding ocean, of tempest on sea and
storm among the Alps, of the solitary
pine woods, of placid Lake Leman, of
all the greater, sublimer aspects of na-
ture, such as can hardly be paralleled
elsewhere in English literature.
Byron was too much a child of his
age to escape the longing for mystic
fellowship with nature which came in
with the century, and still, in milder
form perhaps, troubles mankind. But
even here there are in him a firmness
and a directness of utterance which dis-
tinguish his work from the more flaccid
rhapsodies of his romantic rivals. Let
us by all means retain as a precious and
late-won possession this sense of com-
munion with the fair outlying world,
but let us at the same time beware of
loosening our grip on realities. I know
no better palliative for the insidious re-
laxing sentimentality that lurks in such
brooding contemplation than certain
well-known passages of Childe Harold,
such as
I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me;
or,
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
or,
Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake.
It is again the classic element in By-
rons art which saves him from shadowy,
meaningless words; and he is assisted
also by his intense human passiotis and
personality. I have indeed intimated
that the preponderance of human in-
terest is an essential feature of the
classical spirit; it would have been
easy to show that, along with predomi-
nance of intellect and breadth, this hu-
man interest is everywhere present in
Byrons work; but the humanism the
egotism, if you choose is so universally
recognized in his character that any de-
tailed exposition of its presence in his
poetry seemed superfluous. Only in his
treatment of nature, perhaps, ought spe-
cial attention to be called to this trait,
for here most of all he differs from cer-
tain of the romantic writers. It is well
to remember that now and always the
proper study of mankind is man. We
need still to reflect on the wise admoni-
tion of St. Augustine: And men go
abroad to gaze at the lofty mountains,
and the great waves of the sea, and the
The Wholesome Revival of Byron. 807
wide flowing of rivers, and the circle of
ocean, and the revolutions of the stars,
and pass themselves, the crowning won-
der, by. This genuine human interest
distinguished Byron from the pseudo-
classical writers as well, who would ethe-
realize predominance of intellect into in-
animate abstractions, from those thin-
blooded poets of the last century whose
art depended on a liberal distribution of
capital letters.
At bottom Byrons sympathy is not
with nature, but with man, and in the
expression of this sympathy he displays
the sturdy strength of classic art. Th~o-
phile Gautier, in his study of Villon, has
a clever appeal for the minor bards.
The most highly vaunted passages of
the poets, he says, are ordinarily com-
monplaces. Ten verses of Byron on love,
on the brevity of life, or on some other
subject equally as new will find more
admirers than the strangest vision of
Jean Paul or of Hoffmann: this is be-
cause very many have been or are in
love, and a still greater number are
fearful of death, but very few, even in
dreams, have beheld the fantastic images
of the German story-tellers pass before
them. Gautier himself, as one of the
fantastics, may be prejudiced in their
favor, but his characterization of Byron
is eminently right. It is a fact that the
great poets, the classic poets, deal very
much with commonplaces, but Gautier
should know his Horace well enough to
remember that nothing is more difficult
than the art of giving these common-
places an individual stamp.
Here again it may be wise to turn
for a while from the romantic poets who
search out the wayward, obscure emotions
of the heart to one who treated almost ex-
clusively those simple, fundamental pas-
sions which are most compatible with pre-
dominance of intellect and breadth of ex-
pression. I hardly know where in English
literature, outside of Shakespeare, one is
to find the great passions of men set forth
so directly and powerfully as in Byron,
and on this must rest his final claim to
serious consideration. It is said that By-
ron could never get outside of himself
and this, to a certain extent, is true. He
lacked the dramatic art; but, on the
other hand, his own human passions were
so strong, his life was so vigorous, that
from personal experience he was able to
accomplish more than most others whose
sympathies might be wider. His range
is by no means universal, and yet what
masterly pictures he has drawn of love
and hate, of patriotism, honor, disdain,
sarcasm, revenge, remorse, despair, awe,
and mockery! If he had touched the
passion of love alone, he would still be
worthy of study. It is wholesome now
and again to forget the ethereal heights
where Cythna dwells, and linger by the
sea with Haid6e, the pure and innocent
child of nature. Love in Byron is com-
monly the lust which enslaves and de-
grades, or it is the instinctive attraction of
youth uncorrupted of the world, that
simple self-surrender, unquestioning and
unpolluted, which to the aged sight of
the wise Goethe and weary Renan seemed,
after all, the best and truest thing in life.
Other poets in search of loves mystic
shadow have philosophized with Plato
or scaled the empyrean with Dante; but
rarely in these excursions have they
avoided the perils of unreality or self-
deception, of inanity or morbidness. It
is at least safer to see in love the simple
animal passion, pure or perverted as the
case may be.
And this brings us to the vexed ques-
tion of Byrons morality. I would not
appear to excuse his shortcomings in
this respect, and yet I think the evil of
his work has been much exaggerated.
His aggressive free-thinking, which so
shocked his contemporaries, can scarcely
do more than elicit a smile to-day ; the
grossly sensual passages in his poems
are few, and these are more outspoken
than seductive; his sneers are mostly for
cant and bypocrisy, which, God knows,
deserved such lashing then as they do
808 The Wholesome Revival of Byron.
now. And withal his mind was right;
he never deceived himself. Many times
he refers to the ruin of his own life, and
always he puts his finger on the real
source of the evil, his lack of self-re-
straint and his revolt from conventions.
There is something manly and pathetic
at once, not without strange foreboding
of what was to come, in these lines from
Childe Harold :
If my fame should be, as my fortunes are,
Of hasty growth and blight, and dull Oblivion
bar
My name from out the temple where the
dead
Are honourd by the nations let it be
And light the laurels on a loftier head!
And be the Spartans epitaph on me
Sparta hath many a worthier son than he.
Meantime Iseek no sympathies, nor need;
The thorns which I have reap d are of the
tree
I planted, they have torn me, and I
bleed:
I should have known what fruit would spring
from such a seed.
In his Epistle to Augusta, perhaps
the noblest of all his shorter poems, he
more explicitly mentions the evil that
brought about his ruin:
I have been cunning in mine overthrow,
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
Mine were my faults, and mine be their re-
ward.
My whole life was a contest, since the day
That gave me being, gave me that which
marrd
The gift, a fate, or will, that walkd
astray.~~
I cannot refrain from quoting, by way
of contrast, the words of Mrs. Shelley
in regard to her wayward companion.
In all Shelley did, she says, he, at
the time of doing it, believed himself jus-
tified to his own conscience. This, sure-
ly, is the inner falsehood, more deadly,
as Plato affirmed, than the spoken lie;
and I am sufficiently a Platonist to be-
lieve that in this glozing of evil lies the
veritable danger to morals. There is no
such insidious disease in Byrons mind.
The errors of Byron, both in conduct
and in art, were in fact largely due to
the revolutionary spirit which so easily
passed into licentiousness. Classical art
should result in self-restraint and perfec-
tion of form, but to this Byron never at-
tained except spasmodically, almost by
accident it would seem. So far he is
classical that he almost universally dis-
plays predominance of intellect, breadth
of treatment, and human interest; but
side by side with this principle of limita-
tion runs the other spirit of revolt, pro-
ducing at times that extraordinary in-
congruity of effect which has so baffled
his later audience. The world, after
manifold struggles, had begun to throw
off the medimeval ideals; faith in the in-
finite and eternal value of the human
person, with all its earthly desires and
ambitions, with its responsibility to a
jealous God, had been rudely shaken;
nor had that deeper faith taken hold of
the mind wherein this laboring, grasping,
earthly self is seen to be but a shadow,
an obscuration, of something vastly great-
er, hidden in secr~t places of the heart.
Belief in the divine right of rulers had
been burst as an insubstantial bubble,
but in the late-born ideal of a humanity
bound in brotherhood and striving up-
ward together the individual was very
slow to feel the drawing of the new ties;
he had revolted from the past, and still
felt himself homeless and unattached in
the shadowy ideals of the future. In
such an age Byron was born, a man of
superabundant physical vigor which at
anytime would have ill brooked restraint,
and of mental impetuosity which had by
nature something of the tiger in it. He
was led at first by the very spirit of the
age to glory in physical and mental li-
cense and to exaggerate his impatience
at restraint, and only by the hard ex-
perience of life did he learn, or partly
learn, the lesson of moderation. Natu-
rally his poetry often reflected his tem-
perament in its lack of discipline.
I have dwelt at length on the strength
The Wholesome Revival of Byron. 809
of Byron~s art, but I would not slur
over his deficiencies. No one can be
more conscious of these deficiencies than
the present writer, whose recent task it
has been to read through Byrons works
with an editors questioning eye. His
language is often very often slip-
shod, made obscure by endless anacolu-
thons, disfigured by frequent lapses into
bad grammar; the thought and style of
certain poems The Prophecy of Dante,
for instance are so cheap as to render
the reading of them a labor of necessity;
yet all this hardly affects his importance
for us. We are not likely to learn bad
grammar from him, and his dull poems
are easily passed over. He wrote, to use
his own words, as the tiger leaps; and
if he missed his aim, there was no re-
trieving the failure. We call this lack
of artistic conscience, and so it is; but
in these days of pedantic ~esthetes, it is
refreshing now and again to surrender
ourselves to the impulse of untrammeled
genius. And then, if Byron often failed,
he sometimes hit the mark. There are
passages more than that, there are
whole poems wherein his classical
method has dominated the license of re-
volt sufficiently to achieve almost perfect
harmony of form, while still retaining the
full vigor of his imperious inspiration.
But the inner spirit of his poems was
affected even more than his art by the
new ferment. To do anything like jus-
tice to the psychology of Byron would
require a separate study in itself; and
if the subject is here passed lightly over,
this is because it seems, on the whole,
less important at the present moment
than the analysis of his art, and because
it has already been treated with consid-
erable acumen. Every one recognizes
at a glance the tormented personality
and the revolutionary leaven in Byrons
spirit; not every one, perhaps, would
comprehend immediately the extraor-
dinary result pro(luced by the union of
these with his classical method, a re
sult so extraordinary as alone to lend per-
manent interest to his work. And this
interest is heightened by the rapid change
and development in his character.
There are four pretty clearly defined
periods in his life, although as always
these overlap one another to a certain
extent. First we see the youthful sati-
rist lashing friend and foe with irresisti-
ble bitterness, as if his egregious ego-
tism could find relief only in baying at
the world; then follows a second phase
of revolt, taking pleasure in melodra-
matic isolation from society, exulting in
moody revenge and unutterable myste-
ries, stalking before the world in gor-
geous Oriental disguise; out of this ex-
travagance grows the Byron of the later
Childe Harold, who would unburden his
soul of its self-engendered torture in sol-
itary communion with nature, and would
find relief from the vulgar cant of the
present in profound reflection on the
grandeurs of the past; and last, when
even these fail him, the self-mocking
Don Juan, with his strange mixture of
sweet and bitter, infinitely heavy-hearted
at bottom, who cries out in the end
Now . . Imagination droops her pinion,
And the sad truth that hovers oer my desk
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.
And if I laugh at any mortal thing,
T is that I may not weep; and if I weep,
T is that our nature cannot always bring
Itself to apathy.
He was saved, indeed, from the final si-
lence of apathy by an early death. Yet
it has always seemed to me that for one
brief moment, when, after escaping
the vexatious of his ruined domestic life,
he wrote his Epistle to Augusta from
the solitudes of Switzerland, Byron
caught, dim and distorted it may be, a
glimpse of divine wisdom, which, if fol-
lowed, might have rendered him great
among the wisest. But some Nemesis of
fate, some error of will, swept him back
into the bondage of darkness, from which
he never escaped.
Paul Elmer More.
810 An Unpublished Poem by Byron.
AN UNPUBLISHED POEM BY BYRON.
THE library of Harvard University
received in 1874, as part of the bequest
of Charles Sumner, a copy of The Poems
of Ossian in two volumes, which has
been carefully guarded as one of the
treasures of the university. The edi-
tion (London, 1806) is not a notable
one; but that Sumner, in paying twenty
guineas for it, drove a good bargain will
be seen from a printed slip affixed above
the Harvard book-plate, which describes
the volumes as a unique and most valu-
able copy, having extensive original anno-
tations in the autograph of Lord Byron,
and his signature on the fly-leaf of each
volume. At the end of the first volume
is an original unpublished poem in his
autograph, being a rendering into verse
of Ossians Address to the Sun.
Byr9ns notes on Ossian and his ver-
sion of a portion of Carthon make no
addition to what, in the good old-fash-
ioned sense, we used to call literature;
for the notes are intrinsically of no
value, and the value of the poem itself
may fairly be a matter of dispute. But
even the scraps from a great authors
waste-basket, if discreetly adjusted, have
a certain definite biographical interest;
and Byrons notes furnish a pleasant lit-
tle commentary on his critical ineptitude,
and his poem gives additional evidence,
if any were needed, of his astonishing
facility. With two exceptions, the notes
are of so general a nature that when
brought together they give a fair, al-
though disjointed idea of Byrons criti-
cal estimate of Ossian.
The first note is on the fly-leaf of the
first volume: The early and unculti-
vated periods of society, in which the
age of Ossian must doubtless be ranked,
were most favorable to the display of
original poetical genius. Such a period
will always be found to have the happi-
est influence on sentimental and descrip
tive poetry, whether sublime or pathetic;
though it must likewise be granted that
civilized life will for the most part in-
troduce a greater variety of incidents
and character into poetical composition.
After the poem Carthon, with which
Byron was apparently most strongly im-
pressed, he wrote on a blank page:
That the poet possesses the talent of
raising to a great degree both the ten-
der and more violent passions of the
mind by his sentiments as well as by his
descriptions will not be questioned by
those who are themselves possessed of
the smallest share of sensibility, and have
read his poems with any measure of at-
tention. These indeed are almost con-
stantly addressed to the affections and
to the heart, over which he maintains
an absolute and uncontrolled power.
On the blank page after the table of con-
tents of the second volume, and sprawling
across the false title of Fingal, Byron
begins to grow more definite, and, if any-
thing, more courageous: The portrait
which Ossian has drawn of himself is in-
deed a masterpiece. He not only appears
in the light of a distinguished warrior,
generous as well as brave, and possessed
of exquisite sensibility, but of an aged,
venerable bard, subjected to the most
melancholy vicissitudes of fortune,
weak and blind, the sole survivor of his
family, the last of the race of Fingal.
The character of Fingal, the poets
own father, is a highly finished one.
There is certainly no hero in the Iliad
or the Odyssey who is at once so brave
and amiable as this renowned king of
Morven. It is well known that Hector,
whose character is of all the Homeric
heroes the most complete, greatly sul-
lies the lustre of his glorious actions by
the insult over the fallen Patroclus. On
the other hand, the conduct of Fingal
appears uniformly illustrious and great,
Pierre la Rose
la Rose, Pierre
An Unpublished Poem by Byron
810-814
810 An Unpublished Poem by Byron.
AN UNPUBLISHED POEM BY BYRON.
THE library of Harvard University
received in 1874, as part of the bequest
of Charles Sumner, a copy of The Poems
of Ossian in two volumes, which has
been carefully guarded as one of the
treasures of the university. The edi-
tion (London, 1806) is not a notable
one; but that Sumner, in paying twenty
guineas for it, drove a good bargain will
be seen from a printed slip affixed above
the Harvard book-plate, which describes
the volumes as a unique and most valu-
able copy, having extensive original anno-
tations in the autograph of Lord Byron,
and his signature on the fly-leaf of each
volume. At the end of the first volume
is an original unpublished poem in his
autograph, being a rendering into verse
of Ossians Address to the Sun.
Byr9ns notes on Ossian and his ver-
sion of a portion of Carthon make no
addition to what, in the good old-fash-
ioned sense, we used to call literature;
for the notes are intrinsically of no
value, and the value of the poem itself
may fairly be a matter of dispute. But
even the scraps from a great authors
waste-basket, if discreetly adjusted, have
a certain definite biographical interest;
and Byrons notes furnish a pleasant lit-
tle commentary on his critical ineptitude,
and his poem gives additional evidence,
if any were needed, of his astonishing
facility. With two exceptions, the notes
are of so general a nature that when
brought together they give a fair, al-
though disjointed idea of Byrons criti-
cal estimate of Ossian.
The first note is on the fly-leaf of the
first volume: The early and unculti-
vated periods of society, in which the
age of Ossian must doubtless be ranked,
were most favorable to the display of
original poetical genius. Such a period
will always be found to have the happi-
est influence on sentimental and descrip
tive poetry, whether sublime or pathetic;
though it must likewise be granted that
civilized life will for the most part in-
troduce a greater variety of incidents
and character into poetical composition.
After the poem Carthon, with which
Byron was apparently most strongly im-
pressed, he wrote on a blank page:
That the poet possesses the talent of
raising to a great degree both the ten-
der and more violent passions of the
mind by his sentiments as well as by his
descriptions will not be questioned by
those who are themselves possessed of
the smallest share of sensibility, and have
read his poems with any measure of at-
tention. These indeed are almost con-
stantly addressed to the affections and
to the heart, over which he maintains
an absolute and uncontrolled power.
On the blank page after the table of con-
tents of the second volume, and sprawling
across the false title of Fingal, Byron
begins to grow more definite, and, if any-
thing, more courageous: The portrait
which Ossian has drawn of himself is in-
deed a masterpiece. He not only appears
in the light of a distinguished warrior,
generous as well as brave, and possessed
of exquisite sensibility, but of an aged,
venerable bard, subjected to the most
melancholy vicissitudes of fortune,
weak and blind, the sole survivor of his
family, the last of the race of Fingal.
The character of Fingal, the poets
own father, is a highly finished one.
There is certainly no hero in the Iliad
or the Odyssey who is at once so brave
and amiable as this renowned king of
Morven. It is well known that Hector,
whose character is of all the Homeric
heroes the most complete, greatly sul-
lies the lustre of his glorious actions by
the insult over the fallen Patroclus. On
the other hand, the conduct of Fingal
appears uniformly illustrious and great,
An Unpublished Poem by Byron. 811
without one mean or inhuman action to
tarnish the splendour of his fame. He
is equally the object of our admiration,
esteem, and love.
The next note is in the second volume,
at the beginning of the second book of
Fingal. The italics are, of course, By-
rons.
One of the most consummate char-
acters which the poet has contributed
is that of Connal. This hero is the
Ulysses of Ossian, though he is a far
more complete charn~ter than the Grecian
chief. Like him, he is distinguished by
his profound wisdom, by his cautious
prudence, and by his calm, temperate
valour. But he is free of that cunning
and artifice which so much distinguish
Ulysses, and which rather diminish than
aggrandize the true hero.
Ossians female characters are less
distinctly marked. It was unnecessary
to draw their pictures at full length, not
being engaged in the active scenes of life,
except when they sometimes attend their
lovers in disguise. The poet, however,
has hit off some striking features even
of these. How happily, for instance,
has he characterized his own mistress,
afterwards his wife, by a single epithet,
expressive of that modesty, softness, and
complacency which constitute the perfec-
tion of feminine excellence: the mildly
blushing Everallin.
Finally, we have Byrons summing up
of the whole matter on the four blank
pages at the end of the book. I am of
opinion, he somewhat magnificently con-
cludes, that though in sublimity of sen-
timent, in vivacity and strength of de-
scription, Ossian may claim a full equality
of merit with Homer himself, yet in the
invention both of incidents and charac-
ters he is greatly inferior to the Grecian
bard. This inferiority, however, evi-
dently proceeds from the different peri-
ods of society in which the poets lived.
Though the age in which Homer wrote
his Iliad was far from being polished,
yet were the arts of civility much farther
advanced than they were in the age in
which Ossian composed Fingal and Te-
mora; and therefore it must have been
easier for Homer to present us with a
variety of characters, which he might
partly have copied from life, partly
created, and partly derived from tradi-
tion, a source which in Greece could
have supplied him with greater abun-
dance both of incidents and characters
for the conduct of an epic poem, than it
could have done for Ossian, who had no
materials for his imagination to work
upon excepting what he collected from
his own observation, and from the songs
of preceding bards, either or both of
which could afford little variety of char-
acters or incidents in our unpolished
age.
It further deserves attention that Os-
sian never thought of trying the strength
of his genius in the invention of the one
or the other, which would by no means
have corresponded with his design; and
if he had, it is impossible he should ever
have succeeded in it as Homer has done,
unless he had lived in the age and coun-
try of Homer.
Even if we did not know that Byrons
criticisms, when not of the splenetic and
underbred Johnny Keats kind, were
characteristically immature, we should
attribute this to a youthful writer; for
although the slight grandiloquence and
the occasional excellent balance of the
style give it an almost elderly, Johuso-
nian effect, the very cocksureness of tone
and the superficiality of taste betray the
youth of the critic. But at no time had
Byrons prose a more pompous elderli-
ness of tone than when he was between
the ages of fifteen and twenty. Take
this, almost at random, written to his
sister in his sixteenth year: Although,
My ever Dear Augusta, I have hitherto
appeared remiss in replying to your
kind and affectionate letters; yet I hope
you will not attribute my neglect to a
want of affection, but rather to a shy-
ness naturally inherent in my Disposi
812 An Unpublished Poem by Byron.
tion. I will now endeavour as amply as
lies in my power to repay your kind-
ness, and for the future I hope you will
consider me not only as a Brother, but
as your warmest and most affectionate
Friend, and if ever Circumstances should
require it, your protector. The super-
ficiality of taste is obvious in the discus-
sion of Homer, where Byron writes more
like a schoolboy than like a man whose
mature soul has been moved by the great
Greek.
Even if we did not know that Byrons
knowledge of books was limited ( Lord
Byrons reading, Scott wrote of him in
1815, did not seem to me to have been
very extensive either in poetry or his-
tory), we should attribute the notes
on Ossian to a youthful writer; for no
grown man of letters could be so mag-
nificently ignorant of the contempt in
which Macphersons semi-forgeries were
held by many. Thirty-one years before
Byrons copy of Ossian was printed, Dr.
Johnson challenged Macphersons hon-
esty, and on Macphersons threatening
him, after procuring a stout cudgel he
wrote his famous reply, in which occurs
the splendid phrase, I hope I shall
never be deterred from detecting what
I think a cheat, by the menaces of a
ruffian. And on another occasion the
doctor had exclaimed of the Ossianic
translations, Sir, a man might write
such stuff forever, if he would abandon
his mind to it. As early, indeed, as
1760, Gray doubted whether Macpher-
sons Fragments of Ancient Poetry were
the invention of antiquity or of a mod-
erri Scotchman. But with Dr. Johnson
alone in one pan of the critical scale,
Lord Byron is bound to count for lit-
tle in the other. Still, it is only fair to
Byron to admit that in this instance Dr.
Johnsons antipathy for the Scotch car-
ried him farther than posterity is now
willing to follow; and that greater men
than Byron, and critics older and at
least as well equipped, swallowed Mac-
pherson as completely as Byron did. It
is, furthermore, but fair to Byron to
add that his copy of Ossian is prefaced
with nearly two hundred pages of what
purports to be an impartial discussion of
the Ossianic controversy, but is chiefly
a reprint of Macphersons preface and
Dr. Blairs incredibly dull and one-sided
critical dissertntion supporting the so-
called translator. It is much to be doubt-
ed, indeed, that Byron had the patience
to read any of the preliminary matter.
It was not until the following year, 1807,
that Laings critical edition put Macpher-
son in more nearly a proper light.
Here we have, I think, good evidence
as to the date of Byrons notes. For in
the same year that Laings Ossian ap-
peared Byron published his Hours of
Idleness, in which he included an imi-
tation of Ossian, The Death of Calmar
and Orla. At the end of this he ap-
pends the following somewhat regretful
note: I fear Laings late edition has
completely overthrown every hope that
Macphersons Ossian might prove the
translation of a series of Poems, com-
plete in themselves; but while the im-
posture is discovered, the merit of the
work remains undisputed, though not
without faults, particularly, in some
parts, turgid and bombastic diction. The
present humble imitation will be par-
doned by the admirers of the original,
as an attempt, however inferior, which
evinces an attachment to their favourite
author. Clearly, then, by 1807 Byron
had read Ossian carefully enough to
imitate it with moderate success ( Sir,
a man might write such stuff forever, if
he would abandon his mind to it!);
and at least by the time Hours of Idle-
ness was in press (1807) he hnd been in-
formed of the spurious nature of most
of his model. His own copy of Ossian,
dated 1806, is filled with notes expres-
sive of nothing but enthusiastic admira-
tion, and showing no consciousness of
turgid and bombastic diction. Obvi-
ously, even if internal evidence were
wanting, the notes were written either
An Unpublished Poem by Byron.
in 1806 or in the early part of 1807,
or, in other words, when Byron was
about the age of eighteen.
If this date be accepted, one re-reads
the notes with a heightened interest, for
as the production of a youth of eighteen
they are fairly notable in style; and
when that youth is Byron, the indica-
tion they give of several traits of the
writer which afterwards became more
marked is very significant. Thackeray
said of him, many years later, more
sweepingly, perhaps, than fairly: That
man never wrote from his heart; he
got up rapture and enthusiasm with an
eye to the public. And even in these
early notes, whether we accept in full
or not Thackerays savage dictum, By-
ron seems almost to set his manuscript
in one eye and the public in the other.
Again, his admiration of that modesty,
softness, and complacency which con-
stitute the perfection of feminine excel-
lence, shows that very early he cher-
ished the somewhat gazelle-like ideal
that, in one form or another, he was al-
ways faithful to. But to me the most
interesting note is one written on the
margin of page 194 of the first volume,
which I have not previously given. The
passage in Carthon which follows, Byron
has underscored: Why dost thou build
the hall, son of the winged days? Thou
lookest from thy towers to-day; yet a
few years, and the blast of the desert
comes; it howls in thy empty court, and
whistles round thy half-worn shield.
Whereat Byron exclaims, This striking
and beautiful sentiment is the natural
dictate of that contemplative disposition,
united with that melancholy which dis-
tinguishes every great genius, and which
seems remarkably to have distinguished
the character of Ossian. Here, finally,
we have Byron ipsustmus.
For fidelity to the text, for compact-
ness of expression (with the exception of
a single passage), for rhythmic fluency,
Byrons metrical version of Ossians Ad-
dress to the Sun, which follows, is supe
nor to any performance of a like nature,
by a youth of eighteen, with which I
am familiar. The manuscript of the
poem covers the four blank pages at the
end of the first volume. It is apparent-
ly rapidly written, with but a single era-
sure; and I have followed the text ac-
curately, with the exception of the punc-
tuation. Throughout notes and poem
Byrons punctuation consists almost ex-
clusively of dashes, a system which
commends itself to the reader but little
more than that of another noble author,
Lord Timothy Dexter.
A VERSION OF OSSIANS ADDRESS
TO THE SUN.
O thou! who rollest in yon azure field,
Round as the orb of my forefathers shield,
Whence are thy beams? From what eternai
store
Dost thou, 0 Sun! thy vast effulgence pour?
In awful grandeur, when thou movest on high,
The stars start back aud hide them in the
sky;
The pale moon sickens in thy brightening
blaze,
And in the western wave avoids thy gaze.
Alone thou shinest forth for who can rise
Companion of thy splendour in the skies!
The mountain oaks are seen to fall away;
Mountains themselves by length of years de-
cay;
With ebbs and flows is the rough Ocean tost;
In heaven the moon is for a season lost;
But thou, amidst the fullness of thy joy,
The same art ever, blazing in the sky!
When tempests wrap the world from pole to
pole,
When vivid lightuings flash and thunders roll,
Thou, far above their utmost fury borne,
Lookst forth in beauty, laughing them to
scorn.
But vainly now on me thy beauties blaze;
Ossian no longer can enraptured gaze!
Whether at morn, in lucid lustre gay,
On eastern clouds thy yellow tresses play,
Or else at eve, in radiant glory drest,
Thou tremblest at the portals of the west,
I see no more! But thou mayest fail at
length;
Like Ossian lose thy beauty and thy strength;
Like him, but for a season, in thy sphere
To shine with splendour, then to disappear!
Thy years shall have an end, and thou no
more
813
814 Little henry and his Bearer.
Bright through the world enlivening radiance
pour,
But sleep within thy clouds, and fail to rise,
Heedless when morning calls thee to the skies!
Then now exult, 0 Sun! and gaily shine,
While youth and strength and beauty all are
thine.
For age is dark, unlovely, as the light
Shed by the moon when clouds deform the.
night,
Glimmering uncertain as they hurry past.
Loud oer the plain is heard the northern blast,
Mists shroud the hills, and, neath the growing
gloom,
The weary traveller shrinks and sighs for home!
In Mr. Ernest Hartley Coleridges
edition of Byron now appearing (Mur-
ray), among the early poems the reader
will find a wholly different version of
Ossians Address to the Sun, dated 1805,
and transcribed, as Mr. Coleridge ex-
plains in a note, from an autograph
manuscript at Newstead, now for the
first time printed. The critical reader
will find it interesting to compare the
iNewstead version with that of the later
Harvard manuscript, to which is now
given, it seems to me, an additional
value. The Newstead version, because
the earlier, is the more florid; and after
finishing Ossians song, Byron adds to it
eighteen lines, the gist of which is not
to be found in Macpherson. The Har-
vard version is incontestably superior,
because, on the whole, more direct, and
more faithful to the original both in text
and in poetic feeling. Oddly enough,
the two translations have not a sin-
gle line in common. To one interested
in Byrons personality and in his liter-
ary technique it is very pleasant to have
Mr. Coleridges new evidence of his
temporary enthusiasm for Ossian, and
to be able, from the two versions of
Carthon, to trace in a unique way a
single phase of his development.
Pierre la Rose.
LITTLE HENRY AND HIS BEARER.
I.
WHEN I was a child I wept over a
story if I remember right, by Mrs.
Sherwood which bore this title. Years
after I came to mans estate, I felt in-
clined to weep over an incident in real
life which this title seemed to fit.
Looking back on those first tears, I
judge them uncalled for, by what my ma-
turer age condemns as false sentiment.
Perhaps my later emotion is equally at
fault. The reader had better judge for
himself.
Speak on, oh Bisram bearer!
Wherefore dost not obey? Speak on
about Mai K~li and the noose, the
noose that is so soft, that never slips.
Wherefore dost not speak, son of an
owl?
The voice was childish, fretful. So
was the listless little figure in a flannel
dressing-gown, which lay, half upon the
reed mat spread on the veranda floor,
half against the red and yellow livery
coat of Bisram bearer. The latter re-
mained silent, his dark eyes fixed depre-
catingly on a taller figure within ear-shot.
It was the childs mother, standing for a
glance at her darling.
Speak! Why dost not speak, base-
born child of pigs? Lo! I will smite
thee! Speak of Mai K~li and the noose!
Lo! Bisram bearer, be not unkind. Re-
member I am sick. Show me the noose.
Ai! Bisra! Show it to Sonny Baha.
The liquid sounds fell from the childs
lips with quaint precision, and ended in
the coaxing wail of one who knows his
power.
That was unmistakable. The mans
Flora Annie Steel
Steel, Flora Annie
Little Henry and his Bearer
814-822
814 Little henry and his Bearer.
Bright through the world enlivening radiance
pour,
But sleep within thy clouds, and fail to rise,
Heedless when morning calls thee to the skies!
Then now exult, 0 Sun! and gaily shine,
While youth and strength and beauty all are
thine.
For age is dark, unlovely, as the light
Shed by the moon when clouds deform the.
night,
Glimmering uncertain as they hurry past.
Loud oer the plain is heard the northern blast,
Mists shroud the hills, and, neath the growing
gloom,
The weary traveller shrinks and sighs for home!
In Mr. Ernest Hartley Coleridges
edition of Byron now appearing (Mur-
ray), among the early poems the reader
will find a wholly different version of
Ossians Address to the Sun, dated 1805,
and transcribed, as Mr. Coleridge ex-
plains in a note, from an autograph
manuscript at Newstead, now for the
first time printed. The critical reader
will find it interesting to compare the
iNewstead version with that of the later
Harvard manuscript, to which is now
given, it seems to me, an additional
value. The Newstead version, because
the earlier, is the more florid; and after
finishing Ossians song, Byron adds to it
eighteen lines, the gist of which is not
to be found in Macpherson. The Har-
vard version is incontestably superior,
because, on the whole, more direct, and
more faithful to the original both in text
and in poetic feeling. Oddly enough,
the two translations have not a sin-
gle line in common. To one interested
in Byrons personality and in his liter-
ary technique it is very pleasant to have
Mr. Coleridges new evidence of his
temporary enthusiasm for Ossian, and
to be able, from the two versions of
Carthon, to trace in a unique way a
single phase of his development.
Pierre la Rose.
LITTLE HENRY AND HIS BEARER.
I.
WHEN I was a child I wept over a
story if I remember right, by Mrs.
Sherwood which bore this title. Years
after I came to mans estate, I felt in-
clined to weep over an incident in real
life which this title seemed to fit.
Looking back on those first tears, I
judge them uncalled for, by what my ma-
turer age condemns as false sentiment.
Perhaps my later emotion is equally at
fault. The reader had better judge for
himself.
Speak on, oh Bisram bearer!
Wherefore dost not obey? Speak on
about Mai K~li and the noose, the
noose that is so soft, that never slips.
Wherefore dost not speak, son of an
owl?
The voice was childish, fretful. So
was the listless little figure in a flannel
dressing-gown, which lay, half upon the
reed mat spread on the veranda floor,
half against the red and yellow livery
coat of Bisram bearer. The latter re-
mained silent, his dark eyes fixed depre-
catingly on a taller figure within ear-shot.
It was the childs mother, standing for a
glance at her darling.
Speak! Why dost not speak, base-
born child of pigs? Lo! I will smite
thee! Speak of Mai K~li and the noose!
Lo! Bisram bearer, be not unkind. Re-
member I am sick. Show me the noose.
Ai! Bisra! Show it to Sonny Baha.
The liquid sounds fell from the childs
lips with quaint precision, and ended in
the coaxing wail of one who knows his
power.
That was unmistakable. The mans
Little Henry and his Bearer. 815
high-bred, sensitive face, which had not
quivered under the parentage assigned
to him by the thin, domineering voice,
melted at the appeal, and the red and
yellow arms seemed to close round their
charge at the very suggestion of sickness.
Bisram gave another deprecating glance
at the tall white figure at the door, and
then from the folds of his waistcloth took
out a silk handkerchief crumpled into a
ball; but a dexterous flutter left it in un-
creased folds across the childs knees.
Lo! Protector of the Poor! such is
the noose of K~li, said Bisram defer-
entially.
Seen thus, the handkerchief looked
larger than one would have expected;
or perhaps it is more correct to say
longer, for the texture being loose like
canvas, even the slight drag across the
childs knees stretched the stuff length-
wise. It was of that curious Indian
color called oodcth, which is not purple
or crimson, but which looks as if it had
been the latter and might become the
former; the color, briefly, of recently
spilt blood. It looked well, however,
in the soft, lustrous folds lying upon the
childs white dressing-gown. He smiled
down at it joyfully, yet not content, since
there was more to come.
Twist it for Mai K& li, twist it,
Bisram bearer! Ai! base-born, twist it,
or I will smite.
It is time for the Shelter of the
World to take his medicine, began Bis-
ram, interrupting the imperious little
voice. Lo! does his honor not see the
men~ waiting for him?
Sonny gave a quick glance at his mo-
ther. He knew his power there, also.
Ise not goin to take it, mum, he called
decisively, till he s twisted a noose
I wont I want a stwangle somefin
first. Tell him, mum pleath. Then
I 11 waller it like a good boy.
Do what he wants, Bisram, and then
bring him here, said Sonnys mother,
her eyes soft. For the child had but
lately chosen the path of Life instead of
the Valley of the Shadow, so even way-
ward footsteps along it were welcome.
Now is it government orders, boast-
ed Sonny, reverting to the precisions and
peremptoriness of Hindustani with a
wave of his small hand. So twist and
stwangle; and if thou dost it not, my fa-
ther will cause hanging to come to thee.
Huzoor! assented Bisram cheer-
fully, as he shifted his burden slightly so
as to free his left hand. The next in-
stant a purple-crimson rope of a thing
circled on itself settled down upon the
neck of a big painted mud tiger, bright
yellow with black stripes and fiery red
eyes, which one of the native visitors had
brought that morning for the magistrates
little son.
Now the Protector of the Poor can
pull, said Bisram bearer; it will not
slip.
But Sonnys wan little face had per-
plexity and doubt in it. But, Bisra,
Mai K~li rides a tiger. She would nt
stwangle it; would she, mum? I would
nt stwangle my pony. I d watber stwan-
gle the gwoom, would nt you, mum? I
would. I d wather like to stwangle
Gamoo.
My dear Sonny! exclaimed his
mother, looking with amused horror at
the still helpless little figure which Bis-
ram had brought to her. You would
nt murder poor Gamoo, surely!
Sonny made faces over his quinine, as
if that were a matter of much more im-
portance.
Ees I would, he said, with his mouth
full of sweet biscuits. I d stwangle
him, and then Mai K~li would be pleathed
for a fousand years; and then I d
stwangle Dittoo an Reroo too; so she d
be pleathed for a fousand, fousand years,
would nt she, Bisra ?
Huzoor! assented Bisram bearer.
My dear, said Sonnys mother, go-
ing back with a somewhat disturbed look
to the room where the magistrate, Son-
nys father, was busy over crabbed San-
skrit texts and bright-colored tale pie-
816 Little Henry and his Bearer.
tures; (for in his leisure hours he was
compiling a Hindoo Pantheon for the
use of students), I almost wish Bisram
would not tell Sonny so many stories
about the gods and goddesses. They do
such horrid things.
The scholar, who in his heart nour-
ished a hope that his son might in due
time follow in his footsteps, and perhaps
gain reputation where his father only
found amusement, looked up from his
books mildly.
Gods and goddesses always do, my
dear. Their morality seldom conforms
to that which obtains among their wor-
shipers. I intend to draw special atten-
tion to this anomaly. Besides, Sonny
will have to learn these things anyhow
when he begins Greek and Latin; he
will in fact find this previous knowledge
of grea~t use. K~li, for instance, is the
terrific form of Durga, who of course
corresponds to the Juno of the Greeks
and Romans, and the Isis of Egypt. She
is also the crescent-crowned Diana and
the Rarbutto Earth Mother Ceres. Un-
der the name of Atma again she is god-
dess of souls governing the three worlds,
and so equivalent to Hecate Triformis.
Yes, my dear, interrupted his wife
meekly. But for all that, I dont
want Sonny to talk of strangling the
grooms; it really does nt sound nice.
However, as Bisram is eager, now Sonny
is really recovering, to get away at once
for his usual leave, I wont say anything
to the child. He will forget while Bis-
ram is away, and I will give orders that
the latter is not to mention the subject
on his return.
Bisram himself, receiving his pay and
his orders ere starting on the yearly vis-
it to his own country, which was the only
portion of his life by day or night not
absolutely without any reservation
whatever at the disposal of his em-
ployers, fully acquiesced in the mem
sahibs dictum. The noose of K~1i was
scarcely a nice game for the little mas-
ter; indeed, his slave would never have
introduced it under ordinary circum-
stances. But the mem must remember
that dreadful day, when the Hearts Eye
lay so still, caring for nothing, and the
doctor sahib had said there was nothing
to be done save to coax him into look-
ing into the restless Face of Life instead
of into the restful Face of Death. That
was when he, Bisrain, who knew, had
spoken of the noose; and at least it had
done the little Shelter of the World no
harm.
Harm? echoed Sonnys mother
gently. You have never done him
harm, Bisra. Why, the doctor sahib him-
self said your hand was fortunate with
the child. If you had not been with him,
I think I think, Bisram he might
have died. And now I am even won-
dering if I am wise to let you go.
Bisram looked up eagerly. I must
go, Huzoor. I must go without fail to-
night, the year is over. He paused
abruptly, then added quietly, The Hu-
zoor need have no fear. The little mas-
ter will do well. The Mighty One, who
cares for children, will protect this one.
He spoke with such faith in voice and
face that Sonnys mother, going back to
the study, and finding her husband busy
as usual over his Pantheon, lingered to
look doubtfully at the tale pictures, and
finally remarked that, after all, the peo-
ple really had a good deal of religious
feeling, and really seemed to believe in
a God. Bisram, for instance, bad said
that Sonny was in the guardianship of
One who suffered the little children
Here her eyes filled with tears and her
voice sank.
He meant Mata deai, I suppose, my
dear, replied the scholar without look-
ing up. She is another form of Kali or
Durga, and corresponds to Cybele or the
Mater Montana.
He was very eager to get away,
however, went on Sonnys mother, al-
most aggrievedly. I really think he
might have stayed a few days longer,
till the boy was quite himself. But, de
Little Henry and his Bearer. 817
voted as he is, he is just like the rest of
them, selfishly set on what they are
accustomed to.
He put off going nearly a month,
though, and you know, my dear, that
when he took service as Sonnys bearer
he stipulated for a fortnights leave every
spring about a certain time, in order to
perform some religious ceremonial,
protested justice.
Well, and he has had it, every
year for five years; so he might have
given it up for once. But he would nt
I dont believe he would, not even to
save Sonnys life. However, I think the
child is all right; and even if I had kept
Bisram he would nt have been much
good, for he has been frightfully restless
and hurried the last few days.
He did not seem so, however, as he
stood quietly in the growing dusk at the
gateless gate of the compound, to look
back at the house where he had left the
little Shelter of the World asleep. His
scarlet and yellow coat was gone, re-
placed by the faint coral-colored gar-
ment of the pilgrim; he carried a net-
work-covered pot for holy water slung
on his left wrist, and the yellow trident
of Siva showed like a frown on his fore-
head. The thickets of flowering shrubs,
the tangle of white petunias bordering
the path, sent their perfume into the air;
but above it rose the heavy dead-sweet
scent from the wild dhatura plant which,
taking advantage of an unweeded nook
by the gate, thrust its long white flow-
ers across the plaster; one of them in-
deed reaching past it, and so seen, fine
pointed against the dusk beyond, looking
like a slim white hand pointing the way
thither.
Bisram stooped deliberately to pick
it, tore it into its five segments, and placed
the pieces in his bosom, muttering softly,
With heart, and brain, and feet, and
hands, and eyes, Deni, I am thy servant.
Then for a second he raised himself to
his full height, and stretched both his
thin, fine hands such delicately sup-
VOL. LXXXII. NO. 494. 52
ple, strong hands toward the house.
Sleep sound, Life of my Life, he mur-
mured again. Sleep sound, and have
no fear. The offering will be complete,
though the time is short indeed.
So, turning on his heel, he passed into
the dusk beyond the gate whither the
flower had pointed. A fortnight later
he canie out of it again, passed into his
hut in the gloaming dressed as a pilgrim,
and emerged therefrom, ten minutes af-
terward, in the red and yellow coat, with
a huge white turban with a bend, as the
heralds call it, across it bearing his mas-
ters crest. So attired he slipped back
into his place, as if he had never left it,
and setting aside the reed screen at the
door of Sonnys nursery stood within.
Sonny, in his white flannel dressing-gown,
was convalescent enough to be saying his
prayers kneeling on his mothers knee.
Go on, dear, she said gently. You
can speak to Bisrarn afterwards.
Sonny, whose feet were less wayward
now, shut his eyes again, and assumed a
prayerful eXl)ression.
an all kine friends, an make me
a velly good boy yamen Oh, Bis-
ram! where s the noose?
The mother might smile, unable to
pretend ignorance. Not so Bisram bear-
er, who had his orders. What noose,
Shelter of the World? he asked grave-
ly. The servant remembers none; but
he hath brought the Protector of the
Poor a toy.
It was only one of the many which
you can buy in any Indian town for the
fraction of a farthing, made of mud,
straw, and cane. A bit of tinsel, per-
haps, or tuft of cotton, their sole value
over and above the ingenuity and time
spent in making them; but Sonny had
never seen this kind before, and laughed
as the snakes made out of curled shav-
ings leaped and twisted, leaped so like
life that his mother drew back hastily,
telling herself that the bearer had cer-
tainly a fine taste in horrors. And no
doubt there would be some tale to match
818 Little Henry and his Bearer.
these. Sonny, however, seemed to know
it vaguely, for a puzzled look replaced the
laugh. Yes, Bisra, he said, in impe-
rious argument, Mai K~ili had snakes
and skulls too, but I like the noose best.
Why dicist thou not bring it back, son of
an owl ?
The man never moved a muscle. The
little master mistakes, he replied calm-
ly. It was some other who tied the
noose; not this dust-like one. He is hut
the Protector of the Poors bearer Bis-
ram.
II.
A year is an eternity to the memory
of a child. Indeed, before one twelfth
of one was over, Sonny had ceased from
suddenly asking irrelevantly, Oh, Bis-
ra, where is the noose? Why didst not
bring it back, son of an owl? The
thought seemed to have passed from his
life altogether. From Bisrams also, as
he tended the child night and day, day
and night, unremittingly, contentedly.
So the spring of the year returned,
and with it, by one of those mysterious
coincidences beyond classification, came
the old desire. It came suddenly ir-
relevantly it seemed to Sonnys parents
during a brief attack of fever which
the changing season brought to the boy.
But Bisram bearer, hearing the little
fretful wail, Oh, Bisra, where is the
noose? I want the noose, stood silent
for a moment with a scared look in his
eyes, then turned them in quick appeal
to his mistress, as if to ask leave for
something. But she was silent, also, so
the old formula came gently, What
noose, Shelter of the World?
That evening, however, when Harry
as his mother vainly strove to call
him, now that, as she used to tell her
boy fondly, he was a man, and had had
his curls cut had fallen into the heavy
sleep which brings so little relief, the
bearer came into the study and asked for
his usual yearly leave. A week might do,
but leave he must have at once. True,
the year was not up, but the master
would doubtless remember that his slave
had deferred going at the proper season
last time, because of Harry sahibs ill-
ness. (Bisram, punctilious to the least
order, never forgot the childs new dig-
nity.) He did not want to lose the right
season again, so if he went now at once,
even for a week, he would be ~back in
time, even if Harry sahib were to be
ill, as he was last year, which Heaven
forefend!
He was quite calm, but there was an
almost pathetic entreaty in his dark eyes,
so soft, so dark, that, looking into
theni, one seemed to see nothing save soft
darkness.
Go! commented Sonnys mother,
when, moved by a vague feeling that
Bisram meant well, his master handed
on his request to the real authority.
Certainly not. I wonder he has the
face to ask for leave when Sonny I
mean Harry is down with fever. INot
that it is anything, the doctor says, but
a passing~ attack. Still, I am not going
to run any risks with a strange servant.
Go! Indeed, it shows what his pretend-
ed devotion is worth.
Surely, my dear, he is devoted
Oh, very, in his way. But really
you spoil Bisra, Edward, just because
he can tell you things about those hor-
rid gods and goddesses. Do you know,
I really think of getting an English
nurse for the child, until I have until
I have to take him home, interrupted
his wife, her initial sharpness of tone
softening over the inevitable certainty
of separation which clouds Indian mo-
therhood. It cannot be right to let
him live in such an atmosphere of su-
perstition and ignorance.
The magistrate, who was leaving the
room, had paused at her remark aboulj
the nurse, as he might have paused be-
fore a painful scene. By Jove! he
murmured, as if to himself, I believe it
would break the mans heart. I often
Little Henry and his Bearer. 819
wonder what on earth he 11 do when
the child has to go home.
The inevitable lent a tremor to the
fathers voice, also. But Bisram, despite
the formers belief, spoke of the same
separation quite calmly, when, the very
next morning, the doctor, coming early,
found his little patient on the veranda
in Bisras arms getting the advantage
of the fresh, bright air; when he asked
calmly, but with that slow, pathetic anx-
iety in his eyes, was Harry sahib go-
ing across the black waters ?
You think he ought to go, said the
doctor. Why?
This slave does not think; he knows
the little master must go, go at once,
replied the man, still calmly, though he
held the child to him with a visibly
closer strain. The Huzoor himself
knows how bad Hindustan is for the lit-
tle ones. He must go, Huzoor, before
he gets worse.
But he is not going to get worse, said
the doctor kindly. He is better already,
and if he has another bout of fever his
mother has promised to take him to the
hills; so dont distress yourself.
Bisrams dark eyes looked unrestful-
ly into the doctors. The hills? That
would be worse. That would be nearer
the evil. He must go far from Hindus-
tan at once, Huzoor; and if you tell Lhe
mem this she will go, she will not
mind.
And you, Bisra? asked the doctor
curiously.
The mans eyes flinched, but he never
stirred a muscle under the blow.
I am only the little masters bearer,
Huzoor. He will not need one much
longer; he grows big.
It is only because he is in a hurry to
get away himself, I verily believe, said
Sonnys mother, when the doctor, also
vaguely impressed with something in the
mans appeal, told her of it. You cant
fathom these people. Ah! I know he
would nt abate one atom of his care, and
it is simply wonderful. All the same, I
believe that just now lie would be glad
to be rid of the necessity for it, since it
clashes with some of his religious no-
tions. That s it, depend upon it. And
I mean to let him go, as soon as Sonny
I mean Harry is better; and he
really is better to-day, is nt he?
Much better; and you may be right,
only it s always impossible to lay down
the law for men like Bisra. Those high-
caste hill Brahmins are a law unto them-
selves. However, I expect to find the
boy quite cool to-morrow.
He was not, however, and more than
once, as he lay in Bisras arms, the little
fretful wail rose between sleeping and
waking. Where s the noose, Bisra?
I want the noose. And Bisra would
pause as if waiting for a promise of way-
ward life in threat or abuse, and when
neither came would turn a wistful appeal
to authority, and when it was silent say,
What noose, Shelter of the World?
But in the dead of the night, a day or
two later, when even maternal authority
slept for a brief spell, Bisras answer to
the request which came almost incoher-
ently from the childs dry lips was differ-
ent. Then he stood bent over the boys
cot in the attitude of a suppliant, and his
joined petitioning hands trembled.
Why dost ask it, KMi Ma? he
whispered rapidly. Lo! have I not
served thee? Would I not serve thee
now if I could? But I have promised
this, and they will not let me go for the
other. Lo! Kali Ma! be merciful, and
ask no more, and when the child has gone
away I will serve thee all the years,
yea, every day of all the years.
There was no passion, no excitement,
in his face or voice; only that pathetic
appeal which passed into a murmured
lullaby as the restless little sleeper turned
on his pillow with a sigh of greater con-
tent.
Better again this morning, was the
doctors verdict, with the rider that Bis-
ram himself stood in need of a little rest.
The man smiled faintly when his mis-
820 Little Henry and his Bearer.
tress replied that it would be her turn
that night, though, to say sooth, Harry
certainly did seem to improve when she
slept.
Perhaps Bisram works charms, re-
marked the doctor thoughtlessly; whereat
she frowned.
Charms or no charms, the boy was evi-
dently worse i~ext morning, and that de-
spite the fact that Bisram, who had stead-
ily refused to go further than the ve-
randa, had spent the night huddled up
outside the threshold, within which his
mistress refused to allow him to come.
He needed rest, she said, and though she
could not compel him to take it, he
should at least not work.
You had better let him have his own
way to-night, said the doctor at his even-
ing visit. The child gets on better, and
you are fresher for the days nursing.
Those thin, delicate-looking natives are
very wiry, and if the man wont rest he
wont, and that s an end of it.
He spoke cheerfully, but as he was get-
ting into his dogcart he saw Bisram at
his elbow. The doctor sahib thinks the
little master very ill to-night? he asked
quietly.
So ill that you must do your very
best for him to-night. If any one can
pull him through, you can, remember
that.
Huzoor, said Bisram submissively.
It was a dark night, so dark that the
rushlight in Sonnys room seemed almost
brilliant from the veranda. Looking
thence you could see the childs cot, one
of its side rails removed, and in its place
as it were the protection of Bisram s
crouching figure. He did not touch the
cot; he crouched beside it, with clasped
hands hanging over his knees and dark
eyes staring hard into the darkness, as
if waiting and listening.
So he sat, his clasped hands loosen-
ing, his eyes growing softer, as the hours
passed, bringing nothing but half-con-
scious sleep, half-conscious wakening, to
the child; until suddenly, irrelevantly,
just on the borderland of night and day,
the fretful wail rose upon the silence
loudly, insistently.
Where is the noose, Bisra? I want
it. Oh, Bisra bearer, bring the noose
and strangle something.
The slackness, the dreaminess, left the
mans hands and eyes. He stood up
blindly, desperately, to face these last
words, the words for which he had been
listening. Yet there was still the same
pathetic self-control as he stretched his
hands and out over the sleeping child.
Lo! K~iii Ma! heinuttered. Have
I not served thee as ever despite the
child? Have I set him before Thee?
Nay! thou knowest I have risked life it-
self to have Thy tale of offering complete
when I was hindered. Thou didst not
suffer. Wilt not wait for once? Wilt
not wait one little while ?
His voice sinking in its entreaty ended
in silence; but only for a second. Then
the fretful wail began again. The
noose, Bisra! Be not unkind; remember
I ani ill. Oh, Bisra, I want you to stran-
gle something for me
Bisra gave a faint sob, then joined his
outstretched hands. Huzoor! so be it!
the noose shall find a victim. Yea, Shelter
of the World, Bisra will strangle some-
thing. Sleep in peace!
There was no sound in the room after
that save the little contented sigh in
which restlessness finds rest.
Outside the shiver of the cicalas
seemed to count the seconds, but inside
the darkness hours seemed to pass unno-
ticed as Bisra sat beside the cot, his
hands listless, his eyes dreamy. There
was nothing t~o wait for now, nothing to
fear. That which had to come had come.
So with the first glint of light a
stealthy step glided in and an anxious
voice whispered, How is it with the
child, Bisra?
It is well, lie whispered back, rising
rather stiffly. He hath slept since the
darkest hour. He will sleep on. The
mother, peering carefully for a glimpse
Little Henry and his Bearer. 821
of the childs face, smiled at what she
saw.
He sleeps indeed. Thou hast done
well, Bisra. He made no answer. But
ere he left the room, his night-watch be-
ing over, he paused to touch the foot-rail
of the cot with both hands and so salaam
as those do who leave the presence.
Sonny was still sleeping when his fa-
ther, entering his study with a lighter
heart, found a stranger, as he thought,
awaiting him there. It was a man naked
save for a waisteloth, lean, sinewy, lithe;
the head was clean-shaven save for the
Brahminical tuft, and the face was dis-
figured by the weird caste marks of ex-
treme fanaticism.
Who he began, shrinking in-
voluntarily from one who might well be
dangerous.
It is Bisra, Huzoor, said the fa-
miliar voice gently. Bisra the childs
bearer, Bisra the servant of Kali also.
Lo! here is her noose. As he spoke he
held out the crimson - scarlet handker-
chief twisted to a rope and coiled in his
curved palms like a snake. The mas-
ter, being learned, will know the noose
and its meaning. It hath brought Her
many a blood offering, Huzoor, many
and many every year without fail, and
it will not fail this year, either. It will
bring Her the blood of Her servant, the
blood of Bisram the Strangler.
Bisram the Strangler? echoed the
magistrate stupidly, as the even, mono-
tonous voice ceased. Then he sat down
helplessly in his chair. In truth he knew
too much of the mystery of India to be
quite incredulous.
Yet two hours after, when with the
help of the police officer he had been
cross-questioning Bisra upon his confes-
sion, he told himself as helplessly that it
was incredible, the man must be mad.
He had been born to strangle, he said, and
had strangled to keep Kali Ma content.
That was necessary when you were born
Her servant, especially when you had
children. Perhaps he had let the little
Shelter of the World creep too close to
his heart, though he had striven to be
just. At any rate, K~li Ma had become
jealous. He had not known this at first,
or he would never have given the mis-
tress that promise about the noose; for if
it had been in Harry sahibs hands Dovi
Would never have sought his life. She
always protected those with th~ noose
they never came to harm unless
He had paused there, and then asked
quickly if he had not said enough. Did
they want him to tell any more? He
could not give them the names of the
victims, of course, not knowing them, but
they were many, very many.
There is nothing against him but his
own story, said the magistrate, fighting
against his growing conviction that the
man spoke truth. I cant commit him
to the sessions on that.
There is something more, I think,
replied the police officer reluctantly.
Dont you remember that man who was
found dead in a railway carriage, about
this time last year? He had an up-
country ticket on him, and as this was
out qf the beat of Stranglers no inquiry
was made here. It was just about this
time, and and Bisram says be was in
a hurry because the year was nearly up.
He had been nursing the boy.
The boys father, leaning with his
head on his hands, groaned.
But Bisra was quite cheerful. He
looked a little anxious, however, when two
days after he was brought up formally
to be committed for trial. There was
still nothing definite against him save
his own confession and the coincidence
of the strangled man in the railway car-
riage. But opinion was dead against
him amongst his countrymen. Of course
he was one of Kalis Stranglers. Did
he not look one? Was he not now one?
So bow could he help being one? The
argument brought no consolation to Son-
nys father. But Bisram again was
charged. He stood patiently between
two yellow-legged policemen and told
822 Ten Beautiful Years.
his tale at length, as if anxious to incrim-
inate himself as much as possible, anx-
ions that there should be no mistake.
Aiid when all the mysterious intricacies
of charges and papers were over, and the
two policemen nudged him to make
place for other criminals with a friendly
Come along, brother, he paused a mo-
ment with handcuffed, petitioning hands
to ask how soon he was to be hanged.
The magistrate made no answer; he
knew what the question meant, and could
not. The thought of his little son came
between him and the truth; namely, that
Bisras sacrifice must await the laws
pleasure.
The doctor in charge of the jail where
Bisra awaited trial had not the heart to
tell the truth. Every day when on his
rounds he looked into the cell, like a
wild beasts cage, where Bisra, being a
Strangler and therefore dangerous to
life, was confined alone, he answered the
question which the tall naked figure
stood up at his entrance to ask in the
same words. Harry sahib was better;
and as for the hanging, that would come
soon enough, never fear. Yet every day
the pathetic self-controlled eagerness on
the mans face struck him with a sense
of physical pain, and left him helpless be-
fore his own pity.
Until a day came after not many
days when, with a face red from the
sight of bitter grief that he could un
derstand, the sense of his absolute help-
lessness before the mystery of this mans
nature made the doctor feel inclined to
throw pity to the winds and fall back on
sheer common sense. After all, the man
was a murderer; and if he had been
fond of the child, what then? Such
criminals were often men of strong affec-
tions.
Yet once again the sight of the sub-
missive salnaming figure, the sound of
the wistful yet calm voice, made his an-
swer as usual. The child was better.
The hanging would doubtless come ere-
long.
For once, however, Bisram did not ac-
cept the reply as final.
The Huzoor means that it will not
come to-day? he asked quietly.
The doctor raised his eyebrows. To-
day? What made you think of to-day?
Certainly not. There s no chance of it.
But he was wrong. Two hours after-
ward the jail overseer sent for him in
a hurry, because Bisram had completed
his sacrifice by strangling himself in his
cell with his waisteloth. What else could
he do, seeing that it was the last day of
the year during which the propitiation
of a sacrifice kept KMi Ma from re-
venge?
Poor devil! said the doctor as he
stood up after his examination. I m
glad now I did nt tell him the child was
dead.
Flora Annie Steel.
TEN BEAUTIFUL YEARS.
TEN beautiful years. He dropped
his head on her desk arid whispered the
words over and over. There could never
be any more years with her, and the
light and j~y were gone from his life
We have been so happy! There s
nothing to regret. We have had ten
beautiful years.
That was her last message. He could
see her now, and hear her faintly whis-
per the tender words. Something of
the comfort she meant to give stole into
his heart as he remembered them. At
least, he could be glad for the past,
glad beyond all that she had nothing to
regret.
Mary Knight Potter
Potter, Mary Knight
Ten Beautiful Years
822-826
822 Ten Beautiful Years.
his tale at length, as if anxious to incrim-
inate himself as much as possible, anx-
ions that there should be no mistake.
Aiid when all the mysterious intricacies
of charges and papers were over, and the
two policemen nudged him to make
place for other criminals with a friendly
Come along, brother, he paused a mo-
ment with handcuffed, petitioning hands
to ask how soon he was to be hanged.
The magistrate made no answer; he
knew what the question meant, and could
not. The thought of his little son came
between him and the truth; namely, that
Bisras sacrifice must await the laws
pleasure.
The doctor in charge of the jail where
Bisra awaited trial had not the heart to
tell the truth. Every day when on his
rounds he looked into the cell, like a
wild beasts cage, where Bisra, being a
Strangler and therefore dangerous to
life, was confined alone, he answered the
question which the tall naked figure
stood up at his entrance to ask in the
same words. Harry sahib was better;
and as for the hanging, that would come
soon enough, never fear. Yet every day
the pathetic self-controlled eagerness on
the mans face struck him with a sense
of physical pain, and left him helpless be-
fore his own pity.
Until a day came after not many
days when, with a face red from the
sight of bitter grief that he could un
derstand, the sense of his absolute help-
lessness before the mystery of this mans
nature made the doctor feel inclined to
throw pity to the winds and fall back on
sheer common sense. After all, the man
was a murderer; and if he had been
fond of the child, what then? Such
criminals were often men of strong affec-
tions.
Yet once again the sight of the sub-
missive salnaming figure, the sound of
the wistful yet calm voice, made his an-
swer as usual. The child was better.
The hanging would doubtless come ere-
long.
For once, however, Bisram did not ac-
cept the reply as final.
The Huzoor means that it will not
come to-day? he asked quietly.
The doctor raised his eyebrows. To-
day? What made you think of to-day?
Certainly not. There s no chance of it.
But he was wrong. Two hours after-
ward the jail overseer sent for him in
a hurry, because Bisram had completed
his sacrifice by strangling himself in his
cell with his waisteloth. What else could
he do, seeing that it was the last day of
the year during which the propitiation
of a sacrifice kept KMi Ma from re-
venge?
Poor devil! said the doctor as he
stood up after his examination. I m
glad now I did nt tell him the child was
dead.
Flora Annie Steel.
TEN BEAUTIFUL YEARS.
TEN beautiful years. He dropped
his head on her desk arid whispered the
words over and over. There could never
be any more years with her, and the
light and j~y were gone from his life
We have been so happy! There s
nothing to regret. We have had ten
beautiful years.
That was her last message. He could
see her now, and hear her faintly whis-
per the tender words. Something of
the comfort she meant to give stole into
his heart as he remembered them. At
least, he could be glad for the past,
glad beyond all that she had nothing to
regret.
Ten Beaut~fid Years. 823
Thank God, she never dreamed how
his jealousy of her success had once
nearly ruined their lives. The blood
burned hot in his cheeks as the memory
of that wretched time came back to him.
How could he have been so contempti-
bly weak? The thought carried him
from the desolate horrors of the present
back to the beginning of their married
life. Slowly their years together passed
before his inner sight.
The picture of their first two years
was full of the light of perfect happi-
ness. No two, he felt, had ever been
more truly wedded. It was then, too,
that her paintings gained their first de-
cided recognition. Though the same
years brought him nothing but failure,
he had felt only pride and delight in
her success. He would have lingered
tenderly over this part of their life, but
something hurried him on to the next
year. He dropped his illustrative work
entirely that year, and devoted all his
time to painting. It was a wise change,
too, he had felt, for by spring his work
clearly showed a great gain in strength
and charm. Secretly, he had almost
agreed with Margaret that one of his
pictures must take the Society prize. But
it was the same old story. At the end
of the season they all came back to him,
unsold, unprized. But all of Margarets
pictures had sold, and one received hon-
orable mention. And he had realized
that the next years expenses must be
paid by her.
The memory of that hour swept over
him with a horrible vividness. The
only comfort that caine to him now was
the knowledge that he had kept his feel-
ings from her. She never knew why
he was so glad just then to make a visit
to their old uncle. In the quiet of the
country he struggled with himself till
he was able to come back, sane. The
following months were crowded with
work and happiness. He was sure she
had never remembered that she was the
breadwinner that year. Those days were
full of light and rosy color; but his
thoughts soon drew him away from
them to the next spring.
All his pictures that season had been
well received and fairly well hung;
not nearly so well, however, as Marga-
rets. It seemed as if hanging commit-
tees, for once, had suddenly developed
unexpected discrimination. They gave
her steadily lighted places, neither too
high nor too low, her perspectives taken
into account in a most miraculous way.
And Margaret had sold; more than all,
Margaret had taken a first prize, and
once again a third prize.
Here his mental picture became grim
and distorted. Could he ever forget
how, for one dreadful hour, he had for-
gotten to make jubilee with her?
He had been awarded no prize, and
not one of his glowing canvases had
been sold. Then, bitter chagrin and a
terrible doubt of his own ability so
racked him that he grew afraid to let
her see his face. With a fishing-trip
for excuse, he had again left her till he
could regain his self-command. Three
days later, he was so sore and smarting
that even now he did not care to specu-
late upon what might have been the end.
It was in the midst of his despair that
a blessed letter came. In it the trus-
tees of a well-known art museum offered
him a thousand dollars for his picture
exhibited that year.
When he took Margaret into his
arms again, she did not suspect that his
first thought was one of thankfulness for
an escape from possible shipwreck. She
was only wildly happy over his success.
You re known now! she cried glee-
fully. You wont have stupid men and
stupider pictures climbing over you any
more. You ye begnn to win, and you 11
keep right on.
What a glorious year that next was!
a year of noble work flooded with the
sunshine of happy love. Sitting before
her desk, where she would sit no more,
he felt more deeply than ever all the
824 Ten Beautiful Years.
joy of those months. What a busy pair,
too, they had been! And when spring
came, how well their pictures appeared!
What did she say about his Easter
Morning just before it was boxed? He
seemed to hear the very tones of the
dear voice.
Rob, I think you have found your
forte. But it is nt in such dream-sub-
jects as this. It s down there in the
left-hand corner. If you cant paint
better sheep and cows and brooks and
skies than any man we have, I 11 sell
my Mother and Child for a dollar.
Rob, you re an animal-landscapist, and
we never knew it before!
Then she danced a Highland fling be-
fore him, till he caught her in his arms,
and promised~ to please her, that his next
composition should have nothing in it but
sheep and cows and brooks and skies.
Once more his big frames started on
their wandering way, with her little ones
beside them. He remembered he had
hoped much that time, and when the
season s last exhibit was nearly over,
with all his pictures still unsold, the old
wretched thoughts again pressed upon
him. It had taken more effort than he
cared to remember to show Margaret
only joy at her successes; but she had
not seen his trouble, he was certain; and
the very last day of the last exhibit, his
big Easter Morning was bought by their
own art museum.
After that he began his animal-
scrapes, as Margaret called them; and
she was right, as she always was. He
had taken prizes and sold, till now every
canvas he sent out was sure to find a
purchaser. At last he had been able to
do all for her that he had longed to do.
Best of all, she had never suspected his
sore bitterness before his success came.
Thank God, she could say truly, Ten
beautiful years. Forever these words
would comfort and console him. That
he had been true to his trust, that he had
not even in his despair tortured her, was
exceeding sweet to him now.
Yes, he was glad, unspeakably glad,
he said to himself, as he once more be-
gan to look over her letters and papers.
Yet, just for a minute, he felt himself
insanely longing that she might have
guessed his trouble.
For the next hour he tried to forget
everything but the papers that he must
arrange. Her scrappy memoranda, has-
ty marginal notes on bills and receipts,
her curious collection of useless odds
and ends, kept choking him and send-
ing sharp stings into his heart; but he
worked on, till all was in order except
the last drawer. That held a fat lea-
ther book which he saw was a sort of
journal. One day she made only brief
jottings of subjects for pictures; the
next she told in comical sentences of a
row with a grocer. Further on she
went into a little rhapsody over a beau-
tiful day in the country that they had
taken together. One night she wrote of
a religious discussion with a certain min-
ister who was troubled about her soul.
Robert laughed and almost cried at the
way she tripped the worthy parson, and
then contritely showed him how far she
really was from the heretic he thought
her. Once she described a mans face,
a face that, though idealized beyond
his belief, he did not need her conclud-
ing words, the man I love, to know
was his own. A little further on came
the following entries
JIlay 20. Robs pictures have come
back, unsold. What are people think-
ing of? And why did that stupid jury
give me an honorable mention, and ig-
nore him? This is the third year that
he has nt sold a canvas. It breaks
my heart. I know he will succeed soon-
er or later, but it is nt the easiest thing
for one who seems to be making only
failures to keep his own courage up. If
only he had the little money I have!
Or else, if he could sell instead of me!
JIlay 21. Rob is going to uncle
Bens for a few days rest. I know what
is the real matter. He s discouraged;
Ten Beautiful Years. 825
and he s thinking of the remarks that
certain of our relatives will make about
his failures. They never shall have the
chance to make them. I 11 get a new
gown to-morrow, and tell them that
Robs last picture bought it. I wish I
could comfort him.
June 1. Rob is back, and all right
again, thank Heaven, and he s the brav-
est man I know. He has gone to work
without any fuss, and is as cheery as a
bobolink. If I could only make him
understand how big and splendid and
fine he is to me, I dont believe he d
worry about art committees or stupid
people who dont know good pictures.
So she had guessed! The little book
dropped from his hand. And she had
no reproaches for him; she even thought
him brave and splendid. Somehow this
knowledge comforted him unspeakably,
and he turned to the next pages with a
warm glow. There was very little writ-
ten for nearly a year; then, under date
of March 20, he read:
All the canvases are out of the
house. Robs Earth and Heaven is stun-
ning. But it is nt the kind of picture
that appeals to the public, nor, I m
afraid, to prize committees either. I
wonder if it is a part of nineteenth-cen-
tury decadence, this fashion in art?
Where do we end, when painters them-
selves fail to appreciate good work un-
less when it is their kind ?
If Rob should nt get any recogni-
tion this year, I dont know what I shall
do. He must! No one can go on for-
ever without encouragement. If he only
could once get a prize or be bought by
a prominent somebody, he d be all right.
The herd always follows a leader.
April 5. We are all hung. Robs
Earth and Heaven is nt in a very good
light, while my Moonshine is fairly foist-
ed into conspicuous notice by the extraor-
dinary care in placing. Why I should
be so favored, and the real genius of
Rob so little appreciated, I cant com-
prehend. I only wish I could be hang-
ing committee and prize committee and
general public, all in one, for just one
day!
April 30. Two of my daubs have
sold, and one has taken a prize. It
breaks my heart; I wish I had nt sent
any at all. There is one more chance
for Rob. If be is nt mentioned then, I
shall want to go away and hide. And
he is as brave as ever. Would nt I
rave if I were he! It is so abominably
unfair.
May 25. Everything is over. Rob
did nt sell, did nt get a prize, did nt
get anything. I never shall forget his
face when he first knew it. If I could
only have comforted him! But I am
sure he would rather have me never sus-
pect his soreness. He is going off fish-
ing for a day or two. Fishing! My
brave boy! He thinks he will get over
the hurt before he comes back to me.
What s a wife good for if she cant help
at such times as this? But I seem so
powerless.
May 30. Its done! Im glad
now that Rob insisted I should keep en-
tire control of the little money I have.
It was easy, once thought of, to sell a
bond, and have the broker himself send
the amount to the museum with the un-
derstanding that it should buy Robs
picture. No one except that unimpor-
tant broker knows a thing about it. As
for giving up the bond, it does nt make
any difference. I 11 scrimp in house-
keeping. Besides, once Rob is recog-
nized so publicly, he 11 be gaining shek-
els for himself.
Once more the book slipped from the
mans hands, and his head dropped into
them, while big sobs shook his whole
body. N
My wife! he whispered broken-
ly, my wife !
After a while, with the tears still on
his cheeks, he again opened the little
volume at a date a year later.
May 25. Only one more day, and
Rob has won nothing, while I, wretched
826 if Edmond Rostand.
catelipenny, have sold and got prizes in
abundance. How could they praise my
trash, and slight such work as Robs?
He shall not be so disappointed. I 11
sell another bond and present it to the
museum. The broker can manage it
for me, and nobody will ever know. I
only wish I dared take more of the
money. But there is so little, and house-
keeping does cost so much. If our re-
spected relatives knew how we do man-
age, they would have a high opinion of
our domestic economy. This thousand
dollars must be spent for a better studio
for Rob. He will need the room if he
goes in for animals. Guess we 11 build
a double one right behind the house.
A year after this came the following:
June 15. Hurrah! Hurrah! Robs
triumph has come! He got prizes, and
has sold everything and has orders ahead.
Is nt that glorious! I always knew he
would finally win, but the waiting seemed
so long.
I ye been almost wishing I might
tell him about the last two years. But
he is a man, and I m afraid it might
hurt his pride, even if he has at last
succeeded. I never realized till those
years of apparent failure how strong he
is, or how I worship him! And I
felt so ashamed of the stupid people who
praised me instead of him that I could
n t bear to take their money. I had no
business with it. Besides, I knew if he
once got his name before the public the
rest would follow. I m so happy and
thankful! I should like to tell him all
about it, and how I love love him
love him.
The fire burned low in the grate; the
shadows crept out of the corners, and
slipped across the floor, and huddled
about the man who sat, with bowed head,
clasping the little book. Out of the still-
ness came the message that would abide
with him so long as he must live:
There s nothing to regret. We have
had ten beautiful years.
Mary Knight Potter.
M. EDMOND ROSTAND.
THE world is seeking a poet. There
was a time the poet came uncalled, but
that is past. Now men search diligent-
ly lest the light be hid forever beneath
its bushel, and leave the earth in dark-
ness. Slender volumes of verse, tenta-
tively put forth by publishers, are zeal-
ously examined. To stand sponsor to
a poet is the secret hope of the reviewer.
Academies offer prizes for poetry with
signs of permanence. The laurel wreath
is plaited and trimmed. The feast of
welcome is spread. Out in the high-
ways and hedges the critics search to
find a poet, and compel him to come in.
The wisdom of this course is a vexed
question. Should a poet, to borrow a
phrase of Burkes, be coaxed and dan-
dled into eminence, or do the winds of
adversity provoke a sturdier growth?
There is little use in citing witnesses.
What Johnson would swear to, Mat
Prior must deny; while Goldsmith would
shake his head sadly over Gay. The
truth lies between the poles. Much de-
pends on temperament, the rest on cir-
cumstances. It is safer to run no risk.
Let us be generous, not lavish. The
poet should be of his own making; but
when he has made and proved himself
a poet, then let not our praise halt re-
luctantly behind.
And our welcome should be catholic
as it is generous. The realm of poetry
is wide, but it is one. Neither race,
nor language, nor class divides it. The
Ellery Sedgwick
Sedgwick, Ellery
M. Edmond Rostand
826-833
826 if Edmond Rostand.
catelipenny, have sold and got prizes in
abundance. How could they praise my
trash, and slight such work as Robs?
He shall not be so disappointed. I 11
sell another bond and present it to the
museum. The broker can manage it
for me, and nobody will ever know. I
only wish I dared take more of the
money. But there is so little, and house-
keeping does cost so much. If our re-
spected relatives knew how we do man-
age, they would have a high opinion of
our domestic economy. This thousand
dollars must be spent for a better studio
for Rob. He will need the room if he
goes in for animals. Guess we 11 build
a double one right behind the house.
A year after this came the following:
June 15. Hurrah! Hurrah! Robs
triumph has come! He got prizes, and
has sold everything and has orders ahead.
Is nt that glorious! I always knew he
would finally win, but the waiting seemed
so long.
I ye been almost wishing I might
tell him about the last two years. But
he is a man, and I m afraid it might
hurt his pride, even if he has at last
succeeded. I never realized till those
years of apparent failure how strong he
is, or how I worship him! And I
felt so ashamed of the stupid people who
praised me instead of him that I could
n t bear to take their money. I had no
business with it. Besides, I knew if he
once got his name before the public the
rest would follow. I m so happy and
thankful! I should like to tell him all
about it, and how I love love him
love him.
The fire burned low in the grate; the
shadows crept out of the corners, and
slipped across the floor, and huddled
about the man who sat, with bowed head,
clasping the little book. Out of the still-
ness came the message that would abide
with him so long as he must live:
There s nothing to regret. We have
had ten beautiful years.
Mary Knight Potter.
M. EDMOND ROSTAND.
THE world is seeking a poet. There
was a time the poet came uncalled, but
that is past. Now men search diligent-
ly lest the light be hid forever beneath
its bushel, and leave the earth in dark-
ness. Slender volumes of verse, tenta-
tively put forth by publishers, are zeal-
ously examined. To stand sponsor to
a poet is the secret hope of the reviewer.
Academies offer prizes for poetry with
signs of permanence. The laurel wreath
is plaited and trimmed. The feast of
welcome is spread. Out in the high-
ways and hedges the critics search to
find a poet, and compel him to come in.
The wisdom of this course is a vexed
question. Should a poet, to borrow a
phrase of Burkes, be coaxed and dan-
dled into eminence, or do the winds of
adversity provoke a sturdier growth?
There is little use in citing witnesses.
What Johnson would swear to, Mat
Prior must deny; while Goldsmith would
shake his head sadly over Gay. The
truth lies between the poles. Much de-
pends on temperament, the rest on cir-
cumstances. It is safer to run no risk.
Let us be generous, not lavish. The
poet should be of his own making; but
when he has made and proved himself
a poet, then let not our praise halt re-
luctantly behind.
And our welcome should be catholic
as it is generous. The realm of poetry
is wide, but it is one. Neither race,
nor language, nor class divides it. The
~L Edmond Rostand. 827
poetic dramatist, the pastoral poet, the
writer of sonnets, the singer of songs, are
all members one of another. Homer,
Horace, Victor Hugo, Heine, Tennyson,
are the common heritage of all who
love them. It is the same with lesser
men who have delighted generations.
And now we are glad that another name
may worthily be added to the list of po-
ets, the name of the young French
dramatist, M. Edmond Rostand.
The success of a young man carries
with it an exhilarating sense of possi-
bility that can never come from the
work of a veteran. M. Rostand has not
yet passed his thirtieth year. The full-
ness of his power lies, we hope, in the
future, although it is hard to believe
that he can outdo the merit of his last
achievement.
M. Rostand was born at Marseilles
in the autumn of 1868. The passion of
his boyhood was for the stage. Plays
and acting soon became his favorite
study. Given romance, ambition, po-
etry, and a boy, and who shall tell the
reams of paper used ? His proficiency
in verse increased amazingly, and at
eighteen he was the author of a metri-
cal comedy in manuscript. For some
time the play was laid away. We be-
lieve it must have been revised, but,
however this may be, the author plucked
up courage, dispatched his work to the
Com6die Fran9aise, and waited for an
answer. Like editors, the managers of
theatres are but poor correspondents.
If we may trust report, the reply was
postmarked one year later. Even then
the managers were not to be hurried to
a rash conclusion. They required the
author to appear before them. He
obeyed, and read his work in the pre-
sence of his assembled judges. The in-
genuity, the drollery, the nimble verse
of Les Romanesques delighted the au-
dience. The play was accepted and
promptly filed. The author returned
to the provinces. Soon afterward he
joined a theatrical company, and ap
peared before the footlights in a drama
called Le Gant Rouge. It was not,
however, until the 2lst of May, 1894,
that, together with two other brief pieces,
both the work of young playwrights,
Les Romanesques was actually performed
upon the stage.
The plot of this three-act play is an
inversion of a traditional farce. Two
fathers, in reality the nearest of friends,
wish their children to marry each other.
But the youth and maiden, living in
dreams of romance, would never hear
of a smooth road to love. Wise parents
know their children. The fathers feign
the hate of Capulets and Montagues,
and to their delight the enraptured chil-
dren play Romeo and Juliet in earnest.
And so the theme runs on through a
succession of absurd misadventures te a
happy ending.
It is all mere farce. In the love
scenes the verse is heightened to play-
ful burlesque. At times the humor
broadens, and we fear buffoonery. But
buffoonery never really comes, and all
the while we laugh as at the high spirits
of a child. We cannot criticise the
work seriously; we do not care to. We
think of the author as some charming
boy who has within him the traditions
of a noble school. His verses show the
elegance of his breeding. We need have
little fear for his future. Let him frolic
as he will.
In his second piece, played at the
Th6~tre de la Renaissance the follow-
ing year, M. Rostand has grown older.
La Princesse Lointaine is romance in
very truth. Jeifroy Rudel, prince and
troubadour, sails eastward in search of
the princess of his waking dreams.
When the boat reaches Tripoli, the crew
are fainting from starvation, and the
minstrel himself is very close to death.
Calling his brother-in-arms, Bertrand, he
bids him land and implore the princess
to come to the ship that he may behold
her once before he dies. Bertrand plights
his word. He goes ashore, and finds
828 H. Edmond Rostand.
Messalinde beautiful beyond dreams, and
surrounded by the splendor of the East.
The messenger pleads his cause too well.
Struck by his grace, his bearing, and the
passion of his words, the princess de-
termines to make him hers. Gradually
she seduces him from his loyalty. Her
own love swells with her success. She
exclaims to her maid:
Quon doit laimer celni que lon rendit in-
fame
Et qail faut consoler de ce quil fit pour
bus.,,
Bertrand struggles in vain against the
gilded meshes of her net. He yields,
and renounces honor, loyalty, every-
thing, for her.
Suddenly black sails, the token of
death, are seen in the harbor. The
horror of their crime comes over the
lovers. The signal is a mistake, but
their awakening has come. In an agony
of repentance, they hasten to the galley.
The nobleness of Jeifroy Rudel, as he
lies dying, strikes to the soul of Messa-
linde. The minstrel dies in her arms,
and thenceforth she consecrates her life
to God.
The play is pitched upon a note of
deep intensity, and supports it well. The
author attempts to relieve the stress by
the introduction of a semi-comic villain,
Squarciarfico, who serves the turn with
indifferent success. A better expedient
is the grace of the lighter verse, while a
charming little love song adds a touch
of archness that is all too slight. In the
love scenes, the verse is rich and pas-
sionate, though unequal. Like a born
playwright, the author shapes his situa-
tions to fine powers of acting. Indeed,
one feels instinctively that the key of
the play is in its dedication ~ Madame
Sarah Bernhardt; for as if to suit the
part the great actress loves best to play,
the character of Messalinde finds its
prototype in the Serpent of Old Nile.
La Princesse Lointaine is a remark-
able literary accomplishment. Its roman-
tic passion and dramatic power deserve
high praise, yet we cannot but regret
that the authors gayety and sprightly
humor find no outlet here. We recog-
nize his ripening power, but we would
not have him lose his earlier charm.
We would counsel him:
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric
That hath so well been taught her dazzling
fence.
It is a custom of the Parisian stage
to produce each year, during Passion
Week, plays based upon some religious
topic. And so it seemed little out of
the common, when the bill for Holy
Wednesday night in 1897, at the Th&
~tre de la Renaissance, was announced
as La Samaritaine, Evangile en vers par
M. Rostand.
In substance, the play is an elaborate
paraphrase of the pathetic story in the
fourth chapter of St. John. After the
conversation at the well, the woman of
Samaria, mocked and despised by the
people of her city, confesses her sins be-
fore them, and describes with passionate
adoration the Saviour sitting at their
gates. The crowd listens with incredu-
lity; then, suddenly taking fire at her
words, streams from out the city. Je-
sus talks with them, sometimes accord-
ing to the Gospel of St. John, sometimes
according to that of M. Rostand; and
when the emotional fervor has reached
its height the play ends in prayer.
It is hard for an Anglo-Saxon to at-
tempt an impartial judgment of the liter-
ary worth of this astonishing perform-
ance, so opposed is it to every ingrained
principle and prejudice of our inherit-
ance. The Passion Play at Oberam-
mergau is a religious rite. This is an
emotional pastime. The simplicity of
the Gospels remains in our minds as the
noblest type of dignity. It has even
been hard for many of us to accept the
New Version of the Testament, and now
this Frenchman mutilates, amplifies, al-
ters at will, to suit the nice requirements
of his verse, and gain the plaudits of a
holiday crowd. The words of Jesus, so
ilL Edmond Rostand. 829
familiar in their English rendering, are
in our ears: But whosoever drinketh
of the water that I shall give him shall
never thirst; but the water that I shall
give him shall be in huin a well of wa-
ter springing up into everlasting life.
And then we read:
Quiconque
Boira leau de ce puits aura soif de nouveau;
Mais ii naura plus soif, celni qui boira lean
Q ue je lui donnerai; car en mi naitra delle
Le bondissement frais dune eau perp~tuelle,
De sorte quil sera sans fin d& alt~r6
Celni qui boira leau que je mi donnerai.
The dilution sounds weak and mawk-
ish. If worse were wanting, we might
find it in the parable of the Good Sa-
maritan in verse of complicated metre.
Nor is this all. Ill satisfied with the
words which sixty generations of men
have learned as the perfect expression
of a simple faith, this metrical evangel-
ist turns the Lords Prayer into rhyme,
and uses it for a stage climax.
But it would be folly to deny that
there is merit in the play. There is
skill and there is poetry. Take, for in-
stance, these verses in which Photine
(such it seems is the name of the woman
at the well) speaks of her jar of water:
Tu vois cette ean, cette ean limpide, si urn-
pide
Que lorsquil ~ est plein, le vase semble
vide;
Si fraiche que lon voit en larmes de ineur,
En perles de clart4 ruisseler la sneur,
La sneur de fraicheur que lamphore pansue
Par tons les pores fins de son argue sue!
One must seek far for a description
more delicate than this.
It is a fair generalization to say that
whenever M. Rostand is able to shake
off the shackles of his paraphrase his
verse gains in strength and dignity.
Sometimes, however, he ventures upon
sentiment dangerously at variance with
our conception of the Gospel. As Pho-
tine first comes upon the stage she sings
some lovers verses, which, were not
their original familiar to us in the Song
of Songs, we should think charming. A
little later, when, marveling at the gra
cious words of Christ, she seeks to give
voice to her love and adoration, she
breaks forth involuntarily in the same
strain, a strain that had been but too
often addressed to earthy lovers. In a
moment she checks herself, with a sense
of sacrilege; but Jesus comforts her,
saying :
Je suis tonjours un pen dans tons les mots
damour.
Surely we Anglo-Saxons may rejoice
that a wise Providence withheld from
the French the original writing of the
four Gospels!
It was not until last winter that M.
Rostands reputation crossed the Chan-
nel, upon the burst of applause that
followed the production of Cyrano de
Bergerac. Here for the first time the
playwrights talents found their proper
measure. His wit, his mastery of verse,
his spirit, his young enthusiasm corn-
bined in a romantic masterpiece. Not
since She Stoops to Conquer and A
School for Scandal has so brilliant a
play been written for the stage. Suc-
cess was immediate and overwhelming.
Critic and audience were swept away in
a torrent of delighted approbation. Even
M. Jules Le Maitre, striving hard to
maintain his judicial composure, ex-
claimed that his thirteen years of critical
experience had never witnessed any such
performance; while M. Emile Faguet
and an army of connoisseurs fairly shout-
ed themselves hoarse in a tumult of un-
reasoning admiration.
The story of the play is well known.
Cyrano de Bergerac, prince among wits,
king among his comrades, poet, gascon,
and swashbuckler, blessed with a thou-
sand graces, but penniless and cursed
with a fatal nose, adores his cousin,
Roxane. She, umisuspicious of his secret,
likes his companionship, but her own af-
fections lean toward Christian, a soldier
with a generous heart, a dull wit, and a
pretty face. As for Christian, he wor-
ships Roxane, but, distrusting his own
eloquence, he dares not plead his cause.
830 AL Edmond Rostand.
With romantic unselfishness, Cyrano
teaches him the nice art of gallantry, and
even writes for him his love letters, pour-
ing into them all his own passion. Rox-
ane is touched by the fascinating impor-
tunity of the lover. While she leans one
night from her balcony, Christian wooes
her with words whispered in his ear by
Cyrano under cover of the darkness.
She is conquered, and Cyrano raises his
rival to receive the kiss that he himself
has won.
But the chivalrous hero does not pause
till the victory is complete. By his con-
trivance the lovers are married. Then
Christian and Cyrano are compelled to
depart for the wars, and the next act
opens upon the siege of Arras. Roxane 5
love for her husband has been fanned
by every letter Cyrano has written in
his name. Fearful of his safety she
comes to the camp. She tells him that
hers is no common love: she loves him
for his soul; she would deem it an insult
were her passion for his beauty alone.
Poor simple-hearted Christian is over-
whelmed. He seeks out Cyrano, and
tells him that all dissimulation must
cease. Roxane must choose between
them. Cyrano feels that it is he who
is loved beneath the mask of another;
but his constancy does not falter. He
implores Christian, for the sake of her
whom they both adore, to keep the se-
cret, and hastens to Roxane. All that
he has heard is true. Her love is more
than skin-deep. Were her husband ugly,
hideous, nay, were he disfigured,
she swears that she should love him still.
Nothing could make him grotesque in
her sight. Cyrano scarcely trusts him-
self to speak. Just then a comrade whis-
pers something in his ear. Christian has
been mortally wounded by the enemy.
His friends hurry to his side, and as he
lies dying in his mistresss arms Cyrano
whispers a noble falsehood in his ear :
Jai tout dit. Cest toi quelle aime encore.
The last act takes place fifteen years
later. Roxane, who ever since the tra
gedy has been living in retiroment, is
cheered every Saturday by a visit from
Cyrano, who tells her of the doings of
the great world of Paris. One day he
is wounded by a billet of wood hurled
at his head by a skulking valet. Un-
willing to renounce his audience, he
goes to see Roxane without telling of
his hurt. They talk of old times, and
she shows Cyrano her last letter from
Christian, which through all these years
she has worn near her heart. As Cy-
rano reads aloud the familiar words,
the daylight fades. Unconsciously he
goes on. Roxane watches him in amaze-
ment. All at once she understands.
But Cyranos wound is mortal. I
have loved but a single being, and I
have lost him twice! she exclaims.
And presently he dies.
Upon Paris, crammed to repletion with
plays of an outworn and degenerate type,
Cyrano de Bergerac came with a quick-
ewing spirit. The school of the classics
had long been neglected. The reign of
Dumas ills had scarcely been challenged.
The problems of conscience which he
loved dearly to exploit under most un-
toward circumstances were favorite texts
for polite conversation. Le Demi-
Monde and Monsieur Alphonse afforded
ample opportunity for debate. Denise
went further, and united the two absorb-
ing questions: Should a young woman
who has sinned confess her fault to an
honest man who has asked her hand in
marriage? Should a man who has be-
trayed a woman tell the truth to his best
friend, if he wishes to marry her, but is
suspicious of her past? In the name
all that is reasonable, here were subtleties
enough to enliven a dozen soir6es. But
other decadent types were not wanting.
The m~nage ~ trois had been acted in
all its variations from light comedy to
suicide and murder. Social problems,
treated in their most brutal forms in Les
Mauvais Bergers and a host of lesser
pieces, had played upon the passions of
the people. The question of womans
ilL Edmond Rostand. 831
position in every rank of society had
been a favorite theme to juggle with.
Only recently, the crowd had applauded
as a masterpiece a play which discusses
in its nakedness the problem which con-
fronts the wife of a debauchee, and sug-
gests as a solution that marriage vows
once broken by the husband are no long-
er binding upon the wife. After all this,
the noble touch of idealism that makes
Cyrano de Bergerac the play it is was
hailed with intense relief. It was the
same relief that in a petty scale comes
to the reader of some sparkling romance
after he has toiled through shelves of
bald and arid realism. People love ex-
tremes, and M. Rostand came in the
nick of time.
Yet all this detracts not one whit
from the merits of the play. M. Ros-
tands venture commanded success, but
it deserved it. At the moment, Pari-
sians thought the play a creation of a
new type. In reality it is the lineal de-
scendant of the best traditions of French
literature. The author has schooled him-
self in his Moli~re, his Corneille, his
Hugo, and he knows them as well as ever
Stevenson did his Scott or Keats his
Shakespeare. Read Cyrano de Bergerac
carefully, and you will find reverence
for the masters at every turn. The note
of high romance, which Corneille caught
from iRonsard and from the literature
of Spain, is struck again by M. Rostand.
In Cyranos disdain for the world there
is something that reminds us of Le iMlis-
anthrope himself. Perhaps it is not fan-
ciful to imagine that, in part at least,
our hero inherits his adventurous spirit
and merry humor straight from Le
Sages Knight of Santillane. Certain it
is that the blood of Ruy Blas flows in
his veins, and who would deny his kin-
ship to the Three Musketeers and dAr-
tagnan to boot? But M. Rostand has
been the master, not the servant, of tra-
dition. In the best sense his play is
original, for it is instinct with his own
genius.
The keynote of the plot is the heros
self-sacrifice. His unselfishness is com-
plete, but it is not without compensation.
In the intensity of his pain, he is con-
scious of a subtle delight in knowing
that he himself is loved in the person of
Christian. This is far from pure altru-
ism. It is more sensuous, more com-
plex, more human, more interesting.
Yet were it not for Cyrano himself,
we should care little for his ideals. Bar
but his nose, and he fits snugly in the
choicest niche left vacant in our fancy.
Again, he is just as once he was when
all Paris was his stage. In a pleasant
volume that has long lain undusted on li-
brary shelves, Gautier recalls the Cyrano
of history, and numbers him among Les
Grotesques, the odd fish of literature.
Born in the province of P~rigord in
1620, Cyrano early grew impatient of a
quiet home and a parochial school. At
eighteen he hurried to Paris, and speedi-
ly became the gayest and most brilliant
of a gay and brilliant throng. His caus-
tic wit made a new jest at every enemy,
and a new enemy at every jest. Soon,
too, all good Churchmen swelled the
number of his foes; when he wrote the
tragedy of Agrippine, he was promptly
accused of atheism, because, as was point-
edly remarked, neither Agrippine nor
Sejanus played a truly Christian part.
Indeed, it could not be denied that Se-
janus spoke like a downright heathen
when he said
These gods whom men have made, and who
have not made men.
The scandal was patent, and the author
was duly held responsible. His rapier,
however, proved a ready defense, and
beyond a duel or two a day he ran lit-
tle danger. But the hero was not in-
vulnerable. His nose was a tender spot.
The vaguest reference to this inimitable
feature threw him into a paroxysm of
rage. If a stranger stared, it was an
insult; if he pointed, it was a signal for
instant execution.
At the siege of Arras, in 1640, Cy
832 ilL Edmond Rostand.
ranos prodigies might have put Frois-
sarts heroes to the blush. When a
hundred enemies hurl an insult at his
friend, he charges them single-handed:
kills two, wounds a score, and chases the
remnant breathless from the field. But
valor without a patron is worth little.
Cyranos services went unrewarded, and
soon he left the service in disgust.
Again at Paris, he turned his attention
to literature. His Voyage ~v la Lune
was famous in its day, and his P6dant
Jou6 contained a brilliant scene worthy
of a place among the master strokes of
comedy. It was laid aboard a pirates
galley, and iNIoli~re, then just rising into
fame, felt little compunction in preying
upon it, stealing the dialogue almost ver-
batim, and adorning the Fourberies de
Scapin with the borrowed refrain :
Que diable allait-il faire dans cette gaThre.
As an inventor, too, Cyrano was born
to make his mark, and the principle of
the balloon can clearly be traced to his in-
genious mind. But wit, skill, and cour-
age served the poor fellow ill. His re-
putation was stolen, his money left him,
and in 1655 he died miserably at the
hand of an assassin. As he lay on his
death-bed, like many a worse sinner, he
renounced forever the glittering folly of
the world. His soul would rest in heaven,
were it not reincarnate in M. Coquelin
to-day.
M. Rostands hero is the very Cyrano
of real life, though his brilliancy is now
beyond poor human limits. The scenes
about him lend him fitting scope. A
dozen butts stand ready for his ridicule,
and every shaft he wings strikes home.
An unpresented viscount, angered at his
bearing, stalks up to him.
Rascal, knave, jackass, idiot! he
exclaims.
With perfect gravity Cyrano removes
his cap, and, as though his lordship had
just introduced himself, replies: Ah ?
And I am Cyrano Savinien Hercule de
Bergerac.
If Cyrano can shine as a wit, he can
burn as a lover. Though spokesman
for anothers heart, his words pour forth
straight from his own. In the tumult of
his feelings, he forgets everything but
his own love. But all the while a quaint
affectation that might rival Lovelace
clings to his speech in a charming ex~
travagance of simile and conceit :
Un baiser, quest ce?
Un point rose qnon met sur li da verbe
aimer;
Cest un secret qui prend la bouche ponr
oreille,
Un instant dinflni qui fait un bruit dabeille.
A Sidney would, we fear, have num-
bered this lover
Of them who in their lips loves standard
wear.
When Cyrano grows old, as is the
way of life, his charm declines. He
comes on the stage feeble and wounded.
It is not in nature nor in art that his at-
traction should be strong as once it was.
And yet though the play must needs be
rounded out, we half regret that we have
read the closing act. The heros name
shall not be spoken when we do not
think of him as he was in the heyday
of his romance.
Roxane is a perfect type of the pre-
cieuse. A past mistress of affectation,
she never wants for wit or spirit. About
these central figures cluster a score of
minor characters. The play itself sweeps
forward with a rush of splendid spirit.
Jest follows jest; retort, retort; and there
is action in every line. The verse, where
it is not broken up in conversation too
greatly to allow it, is fluent and melodi-
ous, and shows the stamp of careful
workmanship. The songs are full of
fire, and go dashing along in an infec-
tious metre that will not leave the mind
at rest. We defy anybody to listen to
Ce sont les cadets de Gascogne, and
then to go home and forget its gay re-
frain. A man might as well stuff his
fingers in his ears, and swear he should
not know the Marseillaise when next he
heard it. In the fourth act the fight is
Reminiscences of Julia Ward Howe. 833
worthy of a place in the bastion of the
Three Musketeers before La Rochelle.
The duel in the first outrivals Bob
Acress bout with Sir Lucius. We scarce-
ly know how we had rather spend an
evening than in watching M. Coquelin
play Cyrano de Bergerac.
For M. Rostand himself our hopes
are high. His is a lucky star, and since
his birth it has been in the ascendant.
He has never played at buffets with the
world. Fortunately for him, his ances-
tors have spent their days upon high
stools, and he is free to court the muses
in a drawing-room. Thus far, comfort
has not spoiled him, and success has but
served to sharpen his ambition. His
education is of the best, he is young, and
he has ideals. Let us trust that he will
follow them.
In nns selbst liegen die Sterne unseres
Gijicks.
Ellery Sedgwick.
REMINISCENCES OF JULIA WARD HOWE.
I. EARLIEST YEARS.
I HAVE been urgently asked to put to-
gether my reminiscences. I could wish
that I had begun to do so at an earlier
period of my life, because now, well on
in my seventy-eighth year, the lines of
the past are somewhat confused in my
memory. Yet, with Gods help, I shall
endeavor to do justice to the individuals
whom I have known, and to the events
of which I have had some personal know-
ledge.
Let me say at the very beginning that
I esteem this century, now near its close,
to hnve eminently deserved a record
among those which have been great land-
marks in human history. It has seen
the culmination of prophecies, the birth
of new hopes, and a marvelous multipli-
cation both of the ideas which promote
human happiness and of the resources
which enable man to make himself mas-
ter of the world. Napoleon is said to
have forbidden his subordinates to tell
him that any order of his was impossible
of fulfillment. One might think that the
genius of this age must have uttered a
like injunction. To attain instantaneous
communication with our friends across
oceans and through every continent; to
command locomotion whose swiftness
VOL. LXXXII. No. 494. 53
changes the relations of space and time;
to steal from Nature her deepest secrets,
and to make disease itself the minister
of cure; to compel the sun to keep for
us the record of scenes and faces, of the
great shows and pagenuts of time, of the
perishable forms whose charm and beau-
ty deserve to remain in the worlds pos-
session, these are some of the achieve-
ments of our nineteenth century. Even
more wonderful than these may we es-
teem the moral progress of the race; the
decline of political and religious enmities,
the growth of good will and mutual un-
derstanding between nations, the waning
of popular superstition, the spread of
civic ideas, the recognition of the mutual
obligations of classes, the advancement
of woman to dignity in the household and
efficiency in the state. All this our cen-
tury has seen and approved. To the ages
following it will hand on an inestimable
legacy, an imperishable record.
While my heart exults at these gran-
deurs of which I have seen and known
something, my contribution to their his-
tory can be of only fragmentary and
fitful interest. On the worlds great
scene, each of us can only play his little
part, often with poor comprehension of
Julia Ward Howe
Howe, Julia Ward
Reminiscences of Julia Ward Howe
833-839
Reminiscences of Julia Ward Howe. 833
worthy of a place in the bastion of the
Three Musketeers before La Rochelle.
The duel in the first outrivals Bob
Acress bout with Sir Lucius. We scarce-
ly know how we had rather spend an
evening than in watching M. Coquelin
play Cyrano de Bergerac.
For M. Rostand himself our hopes
are high. His is a lucky star, and since
his birth it has been in the ascendant.
He has never played at buffets with the
world. Fortunately for him, his ances-
tors have spent their days upon high
stools, and he is free to court the muses
in a drawing-room. Thus far, comfort
has not spoiled him, and success has but
served to sharpen his ambition. His
education is of the best, he is young, and
he has ideals. Let us trust that he will
follow them.
In nns selbst liegen die Sterne unseres
Gijicks.
Ellery Sedgwick.
REMINISCENCES OF JULIA WARD HOWE.
I. EARLIEST YEARS.
I HAVE been urgently asked to put to-
gether my reminiscences. I could wish
that I had begun to do so at an earlier
period of my life, because now, well on
in my seventy-eighth year, the lines of
the past are somewhat confused in my
memory. Yet, with Gods help, I shall
endeavor to do justice to the individuals
whom I have known, and to the events
of which I have had some personal know-
ledge.
Let me say at the very beginning that
I esteem this century, now near its close,
to hnve eminently deserved a record
among those which have been great land-
marks in human history. It has seen
the culmination of prophecies, the birth
of new hopes, and a marvelous multipli-
cation both of the ideas which promote
human happiness and of the resources
which enable man to make himself mas-
ter of the world. Napoleon is said to
have forbidden his subordinates to tell
him that any order of his was impossible
of fulfillment. One might think that the
genius of this age must have uttered a
like injunction. To attain instantaneous
communication with our friends across
oceans and through every continent; to
command locomotion whose swiftness
VOL. LXXXII. No. 494. 53
changes the relations of space and time;
to steal from Nature her deepest secrets,
and to make disease itself the minister
of cure; to compel the sun to keep for
us the record of scenes and faces, of the
great shows and pagenuts of time, of the
perishable forms whose charm and beau-
ty deserve to remain in the worlds pos-
session, these are some of the achieve-
ments of our nineteenth century. Even
more wonderful than these may we es-
teem the moral progress of the race; the
decline of political and religious enmities,
the growth of good will and mutual un-
derstanding between nations, the waning
of popular superstition, the spread of
civic ideas, the recognition of the mutual
obligations of classes, the advancement
of woman to dignity in the household and
efficiency in the state. All this our cen-
tury has seen and approved. To the ages
following it will hand on an inestimable
legacy, an imperishable record.
While my heart exults at these gran-
deurs of which I have seen and known
something, my contribution to their his-
tory can be of only fragmentary and
fitful interest. On the worlds great
scene, each of us can only play his little
part, often with poor comprehension of
834 Reminiscences of Julia Ward howe.
the mighty drama which is going on
around him. If any one of us under-
takes to set this down, he should do it
with the utmost truth and simplicity;
not as if Seneca or Tacitus or St. Paul
were speaking, but as he himself, plain
Hodge or Dominie or Mrs. Grundy, is
moved to speak. He should not bor-
row from others the sentiments which
he ought to have entertained, but relate
truthfully how matters appeared to him,
as they and he went on. Thus much I
can promise to do in these pages, and
no more.
The attention bestowed upon impres-
sions of childhood to-day will, I hope,
justify me in recording some of the ear-
liest points in consciousness which I still
recall.
I remember when a thimble was first
given to me, some simple bit of work be-
ing at the same time placed in my hand.
Some one said, Take the needle in this
hand. I did so, and, placing the thim-
ble on a finger of the other hand, I began
to sew without its aid, to the amusement
of my teacher. This trifle appears to me
an early indication of a want of percep-
tion as to the use of tools which has ac-
companied me through life. I remember
also that, being told that I must ask par-
don for some childish fault, I said to my
mother, with perfect contentment, Oh
yes, I pardon you, and was surprised
to hear that in this way I had not made
the amende honorable.
I encountered great difficulty in acquir-
ing the th sound, when my mother tried
to teach me to call her by that name.
Muzzer, muzzer, was all that I could
manage to say. But the dear parent
presently said, If you cannot do bet-
ter than that, you will have to go back
and call me mamma. The shame of
going back moved me to one last effort,
and, summoning my utmost strength of
tongue, I succeeded in saying mother,
an achievement from which I was never
obliged to recede.
A journey up the Hudson River was
undertaken, when I was very young, for
the bettering of my mothers health. An
older sister of hers went with us, as
well as a favorite waiting-woman, and a
young physician whose care had saved
my fathers life a year or more before
my own birth. After reaching Albany,
we traveled in my fathers carriage; the
grown persons occupying the seats, and
I sitting in my little chair at their feet.
A book of short tales and poems was
often resorted to for my amusement, and
I still remember how the young doctor
read to me, Pity the sorrows of a poor
old man, and how my tears came, and
could not be hidden.
The sight of Niagara caused me much
surprise. Playing on the piazza of the
hotel, one day, with only the doctor for
my companion, I ventured to ask him,
Who made that great hole where the
water comes down? He replied, The
great Maker of all. Who is that?
I innocently inquired; and he said, Do
you not know? Our Father who art in
heaven. I felt that I ought to have
known, and went away somewhat
abashed.
Another day, niy mother told me that
we were going to visit Red Jacket, a
great Indian chief, and that I must be
very polite to him. She gave me a twist
of tobacco tied with a blue ribbon, which
I was to present to him, and bade me
observe the silver medal which I should
see hung on his neck, and which, she
said, had been given to him by General
Washington. We drove to the Indian
encampment, of which I dimly remem-
ber the extent and the wigwams. A
tall figure advanced to the carriage. As
its door was opened, I sprang forward,
clasped my arms around the neck of the
noble savage, and was astonished at his
cool reception of such a greeting. I was
surprised and grieved afterwards to learn
that I had not done exactly the right
thing. The Indians, in those days and
long after, occupied numerous settlements
Reminiscences of Julia Ward Howe. 835
in the western part of the state of New
York, where one often saw the boys with
their bows and arrows, and the squaws
carrying their papooses on their backs.
The journey here mentioned must have
taken place when I was little more than
four years old. Another year and a
half brought me the burden of a great
sorrow. I recall months of sweet com-
panionship with the first and dearest of
friends, my mother. The last summer
of her life was passed at a fine country-
seat in Bloomingdale, which was then a
picturesque country place, about six miles
from New York, but is now incorporated
in the city.
I remember this summer as a partic-
ularly happy period. My younger bro-
ther and I had our lessons in a lovely
green bower. Our French teacher caine
out at intervals in the Bloomingdale
stage. My mother often took me with
her for a walk in the beautiful garden,
from which she plucked flowers that she
arranged with great taste. There was
much mysterious embroidering of small
caps and gowns, the purpose of which I
little guessed. The autumn came, and
with it our return to town. And then,
one bitter morning, I awoke to hear the
words, Little Julia, your mother is
dead. Before this my father had an-
nounced to us that a little sister had ar-
rived. And she can open and shut her
eyes, he said, smiling.
His grief at the loss of my mother was
so intense as to lay him prostrate with ill-
ness. He told me, years after this time,
that he had welcomed the physical ago-
ny which perforce diverted his thoughts
from the cause of his mental suffering.
The little sister of whose coming he had
told us so joyfully was for a long time
kept from his sight. The rest of us were
gathered around him, but this feeble lit-
tle creature was not asked for. At last
my dear old grandfather came to visit
us, and learned the state of my fathers
feelings. The old gentleman went into
the nursery, took the tiny infant from
its nurse, and laid it in my fathers arms.
The little one thenceforth became the ob-
ject of his most tender affection.
He regarded all his children with great
solicitude, feeling, as he afterward said
to one of us, that he must now be mother
as well as father. My mothers last re-
quest had been that her unmarried sis-
ter, the same one who had accompanied
us on the journey to Niagara, should be
sent for to have charge of us, and this
arrangement was speedily effected.
This aunt of ours had long been a care-
taker in her mothers household, where
she had had much to do with bringing up
her younger sisters and brothers. My
mother had been accustomed to borrow
her from time to time, and my aunt had
threatened to hang out a sign over the
door with the inscription, Cheering done
here by the job, by E. Cutler. She was
a person of rare honesty, entirely consci-
entious in character, possessed of few ac-
complishments, but endowed with the
keenest sense of humor. She watched
over our early years with incessant care.
We little ones were kept much in our
warm nursery. We were taken out for
a drive in fine weather, but rarely went
out on foot. As a consequence of this
overcherishing, we were constantly liable
to suffer from colds and sore throats.
The young physician of whom I have al-
ready spoken became an inmate of our
house soon after my mothers death. He
was afterward well known in New York
society as an excellent practitioner, and
as a man of a certain genius. Those
were the days of mighty doses, and the
slightest indisposition was sure to call
down upon us the administration of the
drugs then in favor with the faculty, but
now rarely used.
My fathers affliction was such that a
change of scene became necessary for
him. The beautiful house at the Bowl-
ing Green was sold, with the new furni-
ture which had been ordered expressly
for my mothers pleasure, and which we
never saw uncovered. We removed to
836 Reminiscences of Julia Ward Howe.
Bond Street, which was then at the upper
extremity of New York city. My fa-
thers friends said to him, Mr. Ward,
you are going out of town. And so
indeed it seemed at that time. We oc-
cupied one of three white freestone
houses, and saw from our windows the
gradual building up of the street, which
is now in the central part of New York.
My father had purchased a large lot of
land at the corner of our street and
Broadway. On a part of this he subse-
quently erected a house which was con-
sidered one of the finest in the city.
My father was disposed to be extreme-
ly careful in the choice of our associates,
and intended, no doubt, that we should
receive our education at home. At a la-
ter day his plans were changed some-
what, and after some experience of gov-
ernesses and masters I was at last sent
to a school in the near neighborhood of
our house. I was nine years old at this
time, somewhat precocious for my age,
and endowed with a good memory. This
fact may have led to my being at once
placed in a class of girls much older than
myself, especially occupied with the
study of Paleys Moral Philosophy. I
managed to commit many pages of this
book to memory, in a rather listless and
perfunctory manner. I was much more
interested in the study of chemistry, al-
though it was not illustrated by any ex-
periments. The system of education
followed at that time consisted largely
in memorizing from the textbooks then
in use. Removing to another school, I
had excellent instruction in penmanship,
and enjoyed a course of lectures on his-
tory, aided by the best set of charts that
I have ever seen, the work of Professor
Bostwick. In geometry I made quite
a brilliant beginning, but soon fell off
from my first efforts. The study of lan-
guages was very congenial to me; I had
been accustomed to speak French from
my earliest years. To this I was enabled
to add some knowledge of Latin, and af-
terward of Italian and German.
The routine of my school life was
varied now and then by a concert and by
Handels oratorios, which were given at
long intervals by an association whose
title I cannot now recall. I eagerly
anticipated, and yet dreaded, these oc-
casioiis, for my enjoyment of the music
was succeeded by a reaction of intense
melancholy.
The musical stars of those days
are probably quite out of memory in
these later times, but I remember some
of them with pleasure. It is worth no-
ticing that, while the earliest efforts in
music in Boston produced the Handel
and Haydn Society, and led to the occa-
sional performance of a symphony of
Beethoven or of Mozart, the musical
taste of New York inclined more to oper-
atic music. The brief visit of Garcia and
his troupe had brought the best works
of Rossini before the public. These
performances were followed, at long
intervals, by seasons of English opera,
in which Mrs. Austin was the favorite
prima donna. This lady sang also in
oratorio, and I recall her rendering of
the soprano solos in Handels Messiah
as somewhat mannered, but on the
whole quite impressive.
A higher grade of talent came to us
in the person of Mrs. Wood, famous be-
fore her marriage as Miss Paton. I
heard great things of her performance
in La Sonnambula, which I was not al-
lowed to see. I did hear her, however,
at concerts and in oratorios, and I par-
ticularly remember her rendering of the
famous soprano song, To mighty kings
he gave his acts. Her voice was beau-
tiful in quality and of considerable ex-
tent. It possessed a liquid and fluent
flexibility, quite unlike the curious stac-
cato and tremolo effects so much in
favor to-day.
My fathers views of religious duty
became much more stringent after my
mothers death. I had been twice taken
to the opera during the Garcia perform-
ances, when I was scarcely more than
Reminiscences of Julia Ward Howe. 837
seven years of age, and had seen and
heard the Diva Malibran, then known
as Signorina Garcia, in the r6les of
Cenerentola (Cinderella) and Rosina in
the Barbiere di Seviglia. Soon after
this time the doors were shut, and I
knew of theatrical matters only by hear-
say. The religious people of that period
had set their faces against the drama
in every form. I remember the destruc-
tion by fire of the first Bowery Theatre,
and how this was spoken of as a judg-
ment upon the wickedness of the stage
and of its patrons. A well-known thea-
tre in Richmond, Virginia, took fire while
a performance was going on, and the re-
sult was a deplorable loss of life. The
pulpits of the time improved this
event by sermons which reflected severe-
ly upon the frequenters of such places of
amusement, and the judgment was
long spoken of with holy horror.
My musical education, in spite of the
limitations of opportunity just men-
tioned, was the best that the time could
afford. I had my first lessons in musi-
cal notation from a very irritable French
artist, o~ whom I stood in such fear that
I could remember nothing that he taught
me. A second teacher, Mr. Boocock,
had more patience, and soon brought
me forward in my studies. He had
been a pupil of Cramer, and his taste
had been formed by hearing the best
music in London, which then, as now,
commanded all the great musical talent
of Europe. He gave me lessons for
many years, and I learned from him to
appreciate the works of the great com-
posers, Beethoven, Handel, and Mozart.
When I grew old enough for the train-
ing of my voice, Mr. Boocock recom-
mended to my father Signor Cardini, an
aged Italian, who had been an inmate of
the Garcia family, and was well acquaint-
ed with Garcias admirable method.
Under his care my voice improved in
character and in compass, and the daily
exercises in holding long notes gave
strength to my lungs. I think that I
have felt all my life through the benefit
of those early lessons. Signor Cardini
remembered Italy before the invasion
of Napoleon I., and sometimes enter-
tained me with stories of the escapades
of his student life. He had resided
long in London, and had known the
Duke of Wellington. He related to me
that once, when he was visiting the great
soldier at his country-seat near the sea,
the duke invited him to look through
his telescope, saying, Signor Cardini,
venez voir coinme on travaille les Fran-
~ais. This must have had reference to
some mnwnuvre of the English fleet, I
suppose. Mr. Boocock thought that it
would be desirable for me to take part
in concerted pieces, with other instru-
ments. This exercise brought me great
delight in the performance of certain
trios and quartettes. The reaction from
this pleasure, however, was very painful,
and induced at times a visitation of mor-
bid melancholy which threatened to af-
fect my health.
While I greatly disapprove of the
scope and suggestions presented by
Count Tolstoi in his Kreutzer Sonata, I
yet think that, in the training of young
persons, some regard should be had to
the sensitiveness of youthful nerves, and
to the overpowering response which they
often make to the appeals of music. The
dry practice of a single instrument and
the simple drill of choral exercises will
not be apt to overstimulate the currents
of nerve force. On the other hand, the
power and sweep of great orchestral per-
formances, or even the suggestive charm
of some beautiful voice, will sometimes
so disturb the mental equilibrium of the
hearer as to induce in him a listless me-
lancholy, or, worse still, an unreasoning
and unreasonable discontent.
The early years of my youth were
passed in the seclusion not only of a
home life, but of a home most careful-
ly and jealously guarded from all that
might be represented in the orthodox
trinity of evil, the world, the flesh, and
838 Reminiscences of Julia Ward Howe.
the devil. My father had become deeply
imbued with the religious ideas of the
time. He dreaded for his children the
dissipations of fashionable society, and
even the risks of general intercourse
with the unsanctified many. He early
embraced the cause of temperance, and
became president of the first temperance
society formed in this country. As a
result, wine was excluded from his table.
This privation gave me no trouble, but
my brothers felt it, especially the eldest,
who had passed some years in Europe,
where the use of wine was, as it still
is, universal. I was walking with my
father one evening when we met my
two younger brothers, each with a cigar
in his mouth. My father was much
troubled, and said, Boys, you must
give this up, and I will give it up, too.
From this time I forbid you to smoke,
and I will join you in relinquishing the
habit. I am afraid that this sacrifice
on my fathers part did not have the de-
sired effect, but am quite certain that he
never witnessed the infringement of his
command.
At the time of which I speak, my fa-
thers family all lived in our immediate
neighborhood. He bad considerably dis-
tanced his brothers in fortune, and had
built for himself the beautiful house of
which I have already spoken. In the
same street with us lived my music-lov-
ing uncle, Henry, somewhat given to
good cheer, and of a genial disposition.
In a house nearer to us resided my
grandfather, Samuel Ward, with an un-
married daughter and three bachelor
sons, John, Richard, and William. The
outings of my young-girlhood were con-
fined to this family circle. I went to
school, indeed, but never to dancing-
school, a sober little dancing-master giv-
ing us lessons at home. I used to hear,
with some envy, of Monsieur Chariots
classes and of his publics, where my
schoolfellows disported themselves in
their best clothes. My grandfather was
a stately old gentleman, a good deal
more than six feet in height, very mild
in manner, and fond of a game of whist.
With us children he used to play a very
simple game called Tom, come tickle
me. Cards were not allowed in my
fathers house, and my brothers used to
resort to the grand-paternal mansion
when they desired this diversion.
The eldest of my fathers brothers
was my uncle John, a man more toler-
ant than my father, and full of kindly
forethought for his nieces and nephews.
In his youth he had sustained an injury
which deprived him of speech for more
than a year. His friends feared that he
would never speak again, but his mother,
trying one day to render him some small
assistance, did not succeed to her mind,
and said, I am a poor, awkward old
woman. No, you are not! he ex-
claimed, and at once recovered his power
of speech. He was anxious that his nieces
should be well instructed in practical mat-
ters, and perhaps be grudged a little the
extra time which we w,ere accustomed
to devote to books and music. He was
fond of sending materials for dresses to
me and my sisters, but insisted that we
should make them up for ourselves. This
we managed to do, with a good deal of
help from the family seamstress. When
I had published my first literary venture,
uncle John showed me in a newspaper
a favorable notice of my work, saying,
This is my little girl who knows about
books, and writes an article and has it
printed, but I wish that she knew more
about housekeeping, a sentiment
which in after years I had occasion to
echo with fervor.
Julia Ward Howe.
The Battle of the Strong. 839
THE BATTLE OF THE STRONG.
XL.
D~TRICAND, Prince of Vaufontaine,
was no longer in the Vend6e. The whole
of Brittany was in the hands of the vic-
torious Hoche, the peasants were dis-
banded, and his work for a time, at least,
was done.
On the same day of that momentous
scene in the Cohue Royale when Guida
was vindicated, D6tricand had carried
to Granville the Comtesse Chantavoine,
who presently was passed over to the
loving care of her kinsman, General
Grandjon-Larisse. This done, he pro-
ceeded to England.
From London he communicated with
Grandjon-Larisse, who applied himself
to secure from the Directory leave for
the Chouan chieftain to return to France,
with amnesty for his past rebellion.
This was got at last through the influ-
ence of young Bonaparte himself. D6-
tricand was free now to proceed against
Philip.
He straightway devoted himself to a
thing conceived on the day when Guida
was restored to her rightful status as a
wife. His purpose was to wrest from
Philip the duchy of Bercy. Philip was
heir by adoption only, and the inherit-
ance had been secured at the last by help
of a lie. Surely his was a righteous
cause!
His motives had not their origin in
hatred of Philip alone, nor in desire for
honors and estates for himself, nor in
racial antagonism; for had he not been
allied with England in this war against
the government? He hated Philip the
man, but he hated still more Philip the
usurper who had brought shame to the
escutcheon of Bercy. There was also
at work another and a deeper design, to
be shown in good time.
Philip had retired from the English
navy, and gone back to his duchy of
Bercy. Here he threw himself into the
struggle with the Austrians against the
French. Received with enthusiasm by
the people, who as yet knew little or
nothing of the doings in the Cohue
Royale, he now took over command of
the army, and proved himself almost as
able in the field as he had been at sea.
Of these things D~tricand knew, and
knew also that the lines were closing in
round the dlichy; that one day soon Bo-
naparte would send a force which would
strangle the little army and its Austrian
allies. The game then would be another
step nearer the end.
Free to move at will, he visited the
courts of Prussia, Russia, Spain, Italy,
and Austria, and laid before them his
claims to the duchy; urging an insistence
on its neutrality, and a trial of his cause
against Philip. Ceaselessly, adroitly,
with persistence and power, he toiled
toward his end, the way made easier by
tales told of his prowess in the Vend~e.
He had offers without number to take
service in foreign armies, but he was not
to be tempted. Gossip of the courts said
that there was some strange romance be-
hind this tireless pursuit of an inherit-
ance, but he paid no heed. If at last
there crept over Europe wonderful tales
of D6tricands past life in Jersey, of the
real Duchesse de Bercy and of the new
Prince of Vaufontaine, D~tricand did
not, or feigned not to hear them; and the
Comtesse Chantavoine had disappeared
from public knowledge. The few who
guessed his romance were puzzled to
understand his course; for if he dispos-
sessed Philip, Guida must also be dispos-
sessed. This, certainly, was not lover-
like or friendly.
But D4tricand was not at all puzzled;
his mind and purpose were clear. Guida
should come to no injury through him,
Gilbert Parker
Parker, Gilbert
The Battle of the Strong
839-855
The Battle of the Strong. 839
THE BATTLE OF THE STRONG.
XL.
D~TRICAND, Prince of Vaufontaine,
was no longer in the Vend6e. The whole
of Brittany was in the hands of the vic-
torious Hoche, the peasants were dis-
banded, and his work for a time, at least,
was done.
On the same day of that momentous
scene in the Cohue Royale when Guida
was vindicated, D6tricand had carried
to Granville the Comtesse Chantavoine,
who presently was passed over to the
loving care of her kinsman, General
Grandjon-Larisse. This done, he pro-
ceeded to England.
From London he communicated with
Grandjon-Larisse, who applied himself
to secure from the Directory leave for
the Chouan chieftain to return to France,
with amnesty for his past rebellion.
This was got at last through the influ-
ence of young Bonaparte himself. D6-
tricand was free now to proceed against
Philip.
He straightway devoted himself to a
thing conceived on the day when Guida
was restored to her rightful status as a
wife. His purpose was to wrest from
Philip the duchy of Bercy. Philip was
heir by adoption only, and the inherit-
ance had been secured at the last by help
of a lie. Surely his was a righteous
cause!
His motives had not their origin in
hatred of Philip alone, nor in desire for
honors and estates for himself, nor in
racial antagonism; for had he not been
allied with England in this war against
the government? He hated Philip the
man, but he hated still more Philip the
usurper who had brought shame to the
escutcheon of Bercy. There was also
at work another and a deeper design, to
be shown in good time.
Philip had retired from the English
navy, and gone back to his duchy of
Bercy. Here he threw himself into the
struggle with the Austrians against the
French. Received with enthusiasm by
the people, who as yet knew little or
nothing of the doings in the Cohue
Royale, he now took over command of
the army, and proved himself almost as
able in the field as he had been at sea.
Of these things D~tricand knew, and
knew also that the lines were closing in
round the dlichy; that one day soon Bo-
naparte would send a force which would
strangle the little army and its Austrian
allies. The game then would be another
step nearer the end.
Free to move at will, he visited the
courts of Prussia, Russia, Spain, Italy,
and Austria, and laid before them his
claims to the duchy; urging an insistence
on its neutrality, and a trial of his cause
against Philip. Ceaselessly, adroitly,
with persistence and power, he toiled
toward his end, the way made easier by
tales told of his prowess in the Vend~e.
He had offers without number to take
service in foreign armies, but he was not
to be tempted. Gossip of the courts said
that there was some strange romance be-
hind this tireless pursuit of an inherit-
ance, but he paid no heed. If at last
there crept over Europe wonderful tales
of D6tricands past life in Jersey, of the
real Duchesse de Bercy and of the new
Prince of Vaufontaine, D~tricand did
not, or feigned not to hear them; and the
Comtesse Chantavoine had disappeared
from public knowledge. The few who
guessed his romance were puzzled to
understand his course; for if he dispos-
sessed Philip, Guida must also be dispos-
sessed. This, certainly, was not lover-
like or friendly.
But D4tricand was not at all puzzled;
his mind and purpose were clear. Guida
should come to no injury through him,
840 The Battle of the Strong.
Guida, who, as they left the Cohue
Royale that day of days, had turned on
him a look of heavenly trust and grati-
tude; who, in the midst of her own great
happenings~ found time to tell him by a
word how well she knew he had kept his
promise to her, even beyond belief. Jus-
tice for her was now the supreme and
immediate object of his life. There were
others ready to care for France, to fight
for her, to die for her, to struggle toward
the hour when the King should come to
his own; but there was only one man in
the world who could achieve Guidas full
justification, and that was himself, D6tri-
cand of Vaufontaine.
He was glad to turn to the chevaliers
letters from Jersey. It was from the
chevaliers lips he had learned the whole
course of Guidas life during the four
years of his absence from the island. It
was the chevalier wh& drew for him pic-
tures of Guida in her new home, none
other than the house of Elie Mattingley,
which the Royal Court having confiscat-
ed now handed over to her as an act
of homage. The little world of Jersey
no longer pointed the finger of scorn at
Guida Landresse de Landresse, but bent
the knee to Princess Guida dAvranche.
D6tricand wrote many letters to the
chevalier, and they, with their cheerful
and humorous allusions, were read aloud
to Guida, all save one. Writing of
himself to the chevalier on one occasion,
he laid bare with a merciless honesty his
nature and his career. Concerning nei-
ther had he any illusions.
I do not mistake myself, chevalier,
he wrote, nor these late doings of mine.
What credit shall I take to myself for
coming to place and some little fame?
Everything has been with me: the
chance of inheritance; the glory of a
cause as hopeless as splendid, and more
splendid because hopeless; and the luck
of him who loads the dice, for all my
old comrades, the better men, are dead,
and I, the least of them all, remain, hav-
ing even outlived the cause. What praise
shall I take for this? None, from
all decent fellows of the earth, none at
all. It is merely laughable that I should
be left, the monument of a sacred loyab
ty the greatest that the world has ever
known.
I have no claims But let me draw
the picture, dear chevalier. Here was
a discredited, dissolute fellow whose life
was worth a pin to nobody. Tired of
the husks and the swine, and all his fol-
lies grown stale by overuse, he takes the
advice of a good gentleman and joins the
standard of work and sacrifice. What
greater luxury shall man ask? If this
be not running the full scale of lifes en-
joyment, pray you what is! The world
loves contrasts. The deep-dyed sinner
raising the standard of piety is pictur-
esque. If, charmed by his own new vir-
tues, he is constant in his enthusiasm,
behold a St. Augustine! Everything is
with the returned prodigal, the more
so if he be of the notorious Vaufontaines,
who were ever saints turned sinners, or
sinners turned saints.
Tell me, my good friend, where is
room for pride in me? I am getting
far more out of life than I deserve; it
is not well that you and others should
think better of me than I do of myself.
I do not pretend that I dislike it; it is
as balm to me. But it would seem that
the world is monstrously unjust. One
day, when I m grown old, I cannot
imagine what else Fate has spared me
for, I shall write the Diary of a Sin-
ner, the whole truth. I shall tell how,
when my peasant fighters were kneeling
round me praying for success, even
thanking God for me, I was smiling in
my glove, in scorn of myself, not of
them, chevalier; no, no, not of them!
The peasants is the true greatness.
Everything is with the aristocrat; he
has to kick the great chances from his
path, but the peasant must go hunting
them in peril. Hardly snatching suste-
nance from Fate, the peasant fights into
greatness; the aristocrat may only win
The Battle of the Strong. 841
to it by rejecting Fates luxuries. The
peasant never escapes the austere teach-
ing of hard experience; the aristocrat, the
languor of good fortune. There is the
peasant, and there am I. VoiTh! enough
of D6tricand of Vaufontaine. The Prin-
cess Guida and the child, are they
So the letter ran, and the chevalier
read it aloud to Guida up to the point
where her name was writ. Afterward
Guida would sit and think of what D6-
tricand had said, and of the honesty of
nature that never allowed him to deceive
himself. It pleased her, also, to think
she had in some small way helped a man
to the rehabilitation of his life. He had
said that she had helped him, and she
believed him; he had proved the sound-
ness of his aims and ambitions; his ca-
reer was in the worlds mouth.
The one letter the chevalier did not
read to Guida referred to Philip. In it
Wtricand begged the chevalier to hold
himself in readiness to proceed at a days
notice to Paris.
So it was that when, after months of
waiting, the chevalier suddenly left St.
Heliers to join D~tricand, Guida did
not know the object of his journey. All
she knew was that he had leave from
the Directory to visit Paris. Imagining
this to mean some good fortune for him,
with a light heart she sent him off in
charge of Jean Touzel, who took him to
St. Malo in the Hardi Biaou, and saw
him safely into the hands of an escort
from D6tricand.
Three days later there wa~ opened in
one of the chambers of the Emperors
palace at Vienna a congress of four na-
tions, Prussia, Russia, Austria, and Sar-
dinia. D6tricands labors had achieved
this result at last. Grandjon-Larisse,
his old enemy in battle, now his person-
al friend and colleague in this business,
had influenced Napoleon, and the Direc-
tory through him, to respect the neutral-
ity of the duchy of Bercy, for which the
four nations of this congress declared.
Philip himself little knew whose hand
had secured the neutrality, until sum-
moned to appear at the congress to de-
fend his rights to the title and the duchy
against those of D6trican.d, Prince of
Vaufontaine. Had he known that D6-
tricand was behind it all, he would have
fought on to the last gasp of power and
died on the battlefield. He realized now
that such a fate was not for him; that he
must fight, not on the field of battle like
a prince, but in a court of nations like
a doubtful claimant of sovereign honors.
His whole story had become known in
the duchy; and though it begot no feel-
ing against him in war-time, now that
Bercy was in a neutral zone of peace
there was much talk of the wrongs
Guida and the Countess Chantavomne.
He became moody and saturnine, and
saw few of his subjects save the old
governor-general and his whilom enemy,
now his friend, Count Carignan Damour.
That at last he should choose to accom-
pany him to Vienna the man who had
been his foe during the lifetime of the
old duke seemed incomprehensible. Yet,
to all appearance, Damour was now
Philips zealous adherent. He came
frankly repemjting his old enmity; and
though Philip did not quite believe him,
some perverse temper, some obliquity of
vision which overtakes the ablest minds
at times, made him almost eagerly accept
his new partisan. One thing Philip
knew: Damour had no love for D6tricand,
who indeed had lately sent him word that
for his work in sending Fouch6s men to
attempt his capture in Bercy he would
have him shot, if the court of nations
upheld Detricands rights to the duchy.
Damour was able, even if Damour was
not honest. Damour, the able, the im-
placable and malignant, should accom-
pany him to Vienna.
The opening ceremony of the con-
gress was simple, but it was made nota-
ble by the presence of the Emperor of
Austria, who addressed a few words of
842 The Battle of the Strong.
welcome to the envoys, to Philip, and,
very pointedly, to the representative of
the French nation, the aged Duc de
Mauban, who, while taking no active
part in the congress, was present by re-
quest of the Directory. The dukes long
residence in Vienna and freedom from
share in the civil war in France had been
factors in the choice of him when his name
was submitted to the Directory by Gen-
eral Grandjon - Larisse, upon whom in
turn it had been urged by D6tricand.
The Duc de Mauban was the most
marked figure of the court, the Empe-
ror not excepted. Clean-shaven, with
snowy linen and lace, his own natural
hair, silver white, tied in a queue be-
hind, he had large, eloquent, wondering
eyes that seemed always looking, look-
ing beyond the thing he saw. At first
sight of him at his court, the Emperor
had said, The stars have frightened
him. No fanciful supposition, for the
Duc de lXlauban was equally well known
as astronomer and as student of history
and philanthropist.
When the Emperor mentioned de
Maubans name, Philip wondered where
he had heard it before. Something in
the sound of it was associated with his
past, he knew not how. He had a cu-
rious feeling, too, that those deliberate,
searching dark eyes saw the end of this
fight, this battle of the strong. The
face fascinated him, though it awed him.
He admired it, even as he detested the
ardent strength of D6tricands face,
where the wrinkles of dissipation had
given way to the bronzed carven look of
the war-beaten soldier.
It was fair battle between these two,
and there was enough hatred in the
heart of each to make the fight deadly.
Philip knew and he had known since
that day, years ago, in the Place du
Yier Prison that D6tricand loved the
girl whom be himself had married and
dishonored. He felt, also, that D6tri-
cand was making this claim to the duchy
more out of vengeance than from desire
to secure the title for himself. He read
the whole deep scheme how D6tricand
had laid his mine at every court in Eu-
rope to bring him to this pass.
For hours Philips witnesses were ex-
amined, among them the officers of his
duchy and Count Carignan Damour.
The physician of the old Duke of Bercy
was examined, and the evidence was with
Philip. The testimony of Dalbarade,
the French ex-minister of marine, was
read and considered. Philips story, up
to the point of the formal signature by
the old duke, was straightforward and
clear. So far the court was in his favor.
D6tricand, as natural heir of the
duchy, combated each step in the pro-
ceedings from the standpoint of legal-
ity, of the dukes fatuity concerning
Philip and his personal hatred of the
house of Vaufontaine. On the third
day, when the congress would give its
decision, D6tricand brought the cheva-
lier to the palace. At the opening of
the sitting he requested that Damour be
examined again. The count was asked
what question had been put to Philip
immediately before the deeds of inher-
itance were signed. It was useless for
Damour to evade the point, for there
were other officers of the duchy present
who could have told the truth. Yet this
truth, of itself, need not ruin Philip. It
was no phenomenon for a prince to have
one wife unknown, and, coming to the
throne, to take to himself another more
exalted.
D6tricand was hoping that the nice
legal senseof mine and thine would be
suddenly weighted in his favor by a pre-
pared tour de force. The sympathies of
the congress were largely with himself,
for he was of the order of the nobility, and
Philips descent must be traced through
centuries of yeoman blood ; vet there
was the deliberate adoption by the duke
to face, with the formal assent of the
states of Bercy, but little lessened in value
by the fact that the French government
had sent its emissaries to Bercy to pro-
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test against it. The court had come to a
point where decision upon the exact legal
merits of the case was difficult.
After Damour had testified to the ques-
tion the duke asked Philip when signing
the deeds at Bercy, D6tricand begged
leave to introduce another witness, and
brought in the chevalier. Now he made
his great appeal. Simply, powerfully, he
told the story of Philips secret marriage
with Guida, and of all that came after,
up to the scene in the Cohue Royale when
the marriage was proved and the child
given back to Guida; when the Countess
Chantavoine, turning from Philip, ac-
knowledged to Guida the justice of her
claim. He drove home the truth with
bare, unvarnished power, the wrong to
Guida, the wrong to the countess, the
wrong to the dukedom of Bercy, to that
honor which should belong to those in
high estate. Then at the last he told
them who Guida was: no peasant girl,
but the granddaughter of the Sieur Lar-
chant do Mauprat, of the de Mauprats
of Chamb~ry, the granddaughter of
an exile, indeed, but of I~he noblest blood
of France.
The old Due de Mauban fixed his look
on him intently, and as the story pro-
ceeded his hand grasped the table before
him in strong emotion. When at the
close D6tricand turned to the chevalier
and asked him to bear witness to the
truth of what he had said, the duke, in
agitation, whispered to the president.
All that D~tricand had said had moved
the court profoundly; but when the
withered little flower of a man, the che-
valier, told in quaint, brief sentences the
story of the Sieur de Mauprat, his suf-
ferings, his exile, and the nobility of his
family, which had indeed, far back, come
of royal stock, and then finally of Guida
and the child, more than one member
of the court turned his head away with
misty eyes.
It remained for the Due de Mauban
to speak the word which hastened and
compelled the end. Rising in his place,
he addressed to the court a few words
of apology, inasmuch as he was without
real authority there, and then he turned
to the ch~valier.
Monsieur le Chevalier, said he, I
had the honor to know you in some-
what better days for both of us. You
will allow me to greet you here with my
profound respect. The Sieur Larchant
do Mauprat, he turned to the pre-
sident, his voice became louder, the
Sicur do Mauprat was my friend. He
was with me upon the day I married
the Duchess Guidabaldine. Trouble,
exile, caine to him. Years passed, and
at last in Jersey I saw him again. It
was the very day his grandchild was
born. The name given to her was Gui-
dabaldine, the name of the Duchesse
de Mauban. She was Guidabaldine
Landresse de Landresse; she is my
godchild. There is no better blood in
France than that of the de Mauprats of
Chamb6~y, and the grandchild of my
friend her father being also of good
Norman blood was worthy to be the
wife of any prince in Europe. I speak
in the name of our order, I speak for
Frenchmen, I speak for France. If
D~tricand, Prince of Vaufontaine, be
not secured in his right of succession to
the dukedom of Bercy, France will not
cease to protest till protest hath done its
work. From France the duchy of Bercy
came. It was the gift of a French king
to a Frenchman, and she hath some claims
upon the courtesy of the nations.
For a moment after he took his seat
there was absolute silence. Then the
president wrote upon a paper before
him, and it was passed to each member
of the court sitting with him. For a
moment longer there was nothing heard
save the scratching of a quill. Philip
recalled that day at Bercy when the duke
stooped and signed his name upon the
deed of adoption and succession three
times, three fateful times.
Then the president, rising in his place,
read the pronouncement of the court:
844 The Battle of the Strong.
that D6tricand, Prince of Vaufontaine,
be declared true inheritor of the duchy of
Bercy, the nations represented here con-
firming him in his title.
The president having spoken, Philip
rose, and, bowing to the congress with
dignity and composure, left the chamber
with Count Carignan Damour.
As he passed from the portico into the
grounds of the palace, a figure came sud-
denly from behind a pillar and touched
him on the arm. He turned quickly, and
received upon the face a blow from a
glove.
The owner of the glove was General
Grandjon-Larisse.
XLI.
You understand, monsieur? said
Grandjon-Larisse.
Perfectly, and without the glove,
Monsieur le G6n6ral, answered Philip
quietly. Where shall my seconds wait
upon you? As he spoke he turned
with a slight gesture toward Damour.
In Paris, monsieur, if it please you.
I should have preferred it here,
Monsieur le G6n6ral; but Paris, if it is
your choice.
At 22, Rue de Mazarin, monsieur.
Then, with an elaborate bow to Philip,
I bid you good-day, monsieur.
Afonsejaneur, not monsieur, Philip
corrected. They may deprive me of
my duchy, but I am still Prince Philip
dAvranche. I may not be robbed of
my adoption.
There was something so steady, so
infrangible, in Philips composure now
that Grandjon-Larisse, who had come
to challenge a great adventurer, a ma-
rauder of honor, found his furious con-
tempt checked by some integral power
resisting disdain. He intended to kill
Philip, he was one of the most expert
swordsmen in France, yet he was con-
strained to respect a composure not sang-
froid, and a firmness in misfortune not
bravado. Philip was still the man who
had valiantly commanded men, who had
held of the high places of the earth. In
whatever adventurous blood his pur-
poses had been conceived or his doubt-
ful plans accomplished, he was still,
stripped of power, a man to be reckoned
with, resolute in his course once set
upon, and impulsive toward good as
toward evil. He was never so much
worth respect as when, a dispossessed
sovereign with an empty title, discoun-
tenanced by his order, disbarred his pro-
fession, he held himself ready to take
whatever penalty came.
In the presence of General Graudjon-
Larisse, with whom was the might of
righteous vengeance, he was the more
distinguished figure. To Philip now
there came the cold quiet of the sinner
great enough to rise above physical
fear, proud enough to say to the world,
Come, I pay the debt I owe. We are
quits. You have no favors to give, and
I none to take. You have no pardon to
grant, and I none to ask.
At parting Grandjon-Larisse bowed
to Philip with great politeness, and said,
In Paris, then, Monsieur le Prince.
Philip bowed his head in assent.
When they met again, it was at the
entrance to the Bois de Boulogne near
the Maillot gate.
It was a damp, gray morning, imme-
diately before sunrise, and at first there
was scarce light enough for the combat-
ants to see each other perfectly; but both
were eager and would not delay.
As they came on guard the sun rose.
Philip, where he stood, was full in its
light. He took no heed, and they en-
gaged at once. After a few passes
Grandjon-Larisse said, You are in the
light, monseigneur; the sun shines full
upon you, and he pointed to the shade
of a wall nearby. It is darker there.
One of us must certainly be in the
dark soon, answered Philip grimly,
but he removed to the wall.
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From the first Philip took the offen-
sive. He was more active, and he was
quicker and lighter of fence, than his
antagonist. But Grandjon-Larisse had
the surer eye, and was invincibly certain
of hand and strong of wrist. Presently
Philip wounded his opponent slightly in
the left breast, and the seconds came for-
ward to declare that honor was satisfied.
But neither would listen or heed; their
purpose was fixed to fight to the death.
They engaged again, and almost at once
the Frenchman was slightly wounded in
the wrist. Suddenly taking the offensive
and lunging freely, Grandjon - Larisse
drove Philip, now heated and less wary,
backwards upon the wall. At last, by a
dexterous feint, he beat aside Philips
guard, and drove the sword through his
right breast at one fierce lunge.
With a moan Philip swayed and fell
forward into the arms of Damour.
Graudjon-Larisse stooped to the in-
jured man. Unloosing his fingers from
the sword, Philip stretched up a hand
to his enemy.
I am hurt to death, he said. Per-
mit my compliments to the best swords-
man I have ever known. Then, with
a touch of sorry humor, he added, You
cannot doubt their sincerity!
Grandjon-Larisse was turning away,
when Philip called him back. Will
you carry my profound regret to the
Comtesse Chantavoine? he whispered.
Say that it lies with her whether Hea-
ven pardon me.
Grandjon-Larisse hesitated an instant;
then answered, Those who are in hea-
ven, monseigneur, know best what Hea-
ven may do.
Philips pale face took on a look of
agony. She is dead she is dead!
he gasped.
Grandjon-Larisse inclined his head;
then, after a moment, gravely said,
What did you think was left for a
woman, for a Chantavoine? It is not
the broken heart that kills, but broken
pride, monseigneur.
So saying, he bowed again to Philip
and turned upon his heel.
Philip lay on a bed in the unostenta-
tious lodging in the Rue de Vaugirard
where Damour had brought him. The
surgeon had pronounced the wound mor-
tal, giving him but a few hours to live.
For long after he was gone Philip was si-
lent, but at last he said, You heard what
Grandjon - Larisse said, it is broken
pride that kills, Damour. Then he
asked for pen, ink, and paper. They
were brought to him. He tried the pen
upon the paper, but faintness suddenly
seized him, and he fell back unconscious.
When he came to himself he was alone
in the room. It was cold and cheerless,
no fire on the hearth, no light save
that flaring from a lamp in the street
outside his window. He rang the bell at
his hand. No one answered. He called
aloud, Damour! Damour!
Damour was far beyond earshot. He
had bethought him that now his place
was in Bercy, where he might gather
up what fragments of good fortune re-
mained, what of Philips valuables might
be secured. Ere he had fallen back in-
sensible, Philip, in trying the pen, had
written his own name on a piece of
paper. Above this Damour wrote for
himself an order upon the chamberlain
of Bercy to enter Philips private apart-
ments in the castle; and thither he was
fleeing as Philip lay dying in the dark
room of the house in the Rue de Vau-
girard.
The woman of the house, to whose care
Philip had been passed over by Damour,
had tired of watching, and had gone to
spend one of his goldpieces for supper
with her friends.
Meanwhile, in the dark, comfortless
room, the light from without flickering
upon his lAanched face, Philip was alone
with himself, with memory, and with
death. As he lay gasping, a voice seemed
to ring through the silent room, repeat-
ing the same words again and again;
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and the voice was his own voice. It was
himself some other outside self of him
saying, in tireless repetition: Ahy
I die a black, dishonorable death, aban-
doned and alone, ~f ever I deceive you.
I should deserve that, ~f I deceived you,
Guida! A black, dishonorable death,
abandoned and alone. It was like some
horrible dirge chanting in his ear.
Pictures flashed before his eyes, strange
imaginings. Now he was passing through
dark corridors, and the stone floor be-
neath was cold, so cold! He was go-
ing to some gruesome death, and monks
with voices like his own voice were in-
toning: Abandoned and alone. Alone
alone abandoned and alone.
And now he was fighting, fighting on
board the Araminta. There was the roar
of the great guns, the screaming of the
carronade slides, the rattle of musketry,
the groans of the dying, the shouts of his
victorious sailors, the crash of the main-
mast as it fell upon the bulwarks; then
the swift sissing ripple of water, the thud
of the Araminta as she struck, and the
cold chill of the seas as she went down.
How cold was the sea, ah, how it chilled
every nerve and tissue of his body!
He roused to consciousness again.
Here was still the blank, cheerless room;
the empty house; the lamplight flaring
through the window upon his stricken
face, upon the dark walls, upon the white
paper lying on the table beside him.
Paper, ah, that was it. He must
write, he must write while he had
strength. With the last courageous ef-
fort of life, his strenuous will forcing the
declining powers into obedience for a
final combat, he drew the paper near and
began to write. The light flickered, wa-
vered; he could just see the letters that
he formed, no more.
Guida, he began, on the Ecr6hos
I said to you, If I deceive you, may I
die a black, dishonorable death, aban-
doned and alone! It has all come
true. You were right, always right, and
I was always wrong. I never started
fair with myself or with the world. I
was always in too great a hurry; I
was too ambitious, Guida. Ambition
has killed me, and it has killed her,
the cointesse. She is gone. What was
it he said if I could but remember
what Grandjon-Larisse said ah yes,
yes ! after he had given me my death-
wound, he said, It is not the broken
heart that kills, but broken pride.
There is the truth. She is in her grave,
and I am going out into the dark.
He lay back exhausted for a moment,
in desperate estate. The body was fight-
ing hard that the spirit might confess
itself before the vital spark died down
forever. Seizing a glass of cordial near,
he drank of it. The broken figure in its
mortal defeat roused itself again, leaned
over the paper, and a shaking hand traced
on the brief, piteous record of a life:
I climbed too fast. Things dazzled
me. I thought too much of myself,
myself, myself was everything always;
and myself has killed me. In wanton
haste I came to be admiral and sover-
eign duke, and it has all come to no-
thing, nothing. I wronged you, I de-
nied you: there was the cause of all.
There is no one to watch with me now
to the one moment of life that counts.
In this hour the clock of time fills all
the space between earth and heaven. It
will strike soon, the awful clock. It
will soon strike twelve: and then it will
be twelve of the clock for me always,
always.
I know you never wanted revenge
on me, Guida, but still you have it here.
My life is no more now than vraic upon
a rock. I cling, I cling, but that is all,
and the waves break over me. I am no
longer an admiral, I am no more a duke,
I am nothing. It is all done. Of no
account with men, I am going to my
judgment with God. But you remain,
and you are Princess Philip dAvranche,
and your sonyour sonwill be
Prince Guilbert dAvranche. But I
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can leave him naught, neither estates nor
power. There is little honor in the title
now, so it may be you will not use it.
But you will have a new life: with my
death happiness may begin again for you.
That thought makes death easier. I was
never worthy of you, never. I under-
stand myself now, and I know that you
have read me all these years, read me
through and through. The letter you
wrote me, never a day or night has passed
but, one way or another, it has come home
to me.
There was a footfall outside his win-
dow. A roisterer went by in the light
of the flaring lamp. He was singing a
ribald song. A dog ran barking at his
heels. The reveler turned, drew his
sword, and ran the dog through, then
staggered on with his song. Philip shud-
dered, but, with a supreme effort, bent
to the table again, and wrote on :
You were right: you were my star,
and I was so blind with selfishness and
vanity I could not see. I am speaking
the truth to you now, Guida. I believe
I might have been a great man, if I
had thought less of myself and more of
others, more of you. Greatness, I
was mad for that, and my madness has
brought me to this desolate end, alone.
Go tell Maitresse Aimable that she too
was a good prophet. Tell her that, as
she foresaw, I called your name in
death, and you did not come! One
thing before all: teach your boy never
to try to be great, but always to live
well and to be just. Teach him, too,
that the world means better by him than
he thinks, and that lie must never treat
it as his foe; he must not try to force
its benefits and rewards; he must not
approach it like the highwayman. Tell
him never to flatter. That is the worst
fault in a gentleman; for flattery makes
false friends, and makes the flatterer him-
self false. Tell him that good address is
for ease and courtesy of life; but it must
not be used to ones secret advantage,
as I have used mine to mortal undoing.
If ever Guilbert be in great temptation,
tell him his fathers story, and read him
these words to you, written, as you see,
with the cramped fingers of death.
He could scarcely hold the pen now,
and his eyes were growing dim.
I am come to the end of niy
strength. I thought I loved you, Guida,
but I know now that it was not love,
not real love. Yet it was all a twisted
manhood had to give. There are some
things of mine that you will keep for
your son, if you forgive me dead whom
you despised living. D6tricand, Duke
of Bercy, will deal honorably by you.
All that is mine at the castle of Bercy
he will secure to you. Tell him I have
written it so; though he will do it of
himself, I know. He is a great man.
As I have gone downward, he has come
upward. There has been a star in his
sky, too. I know it, I know it, Guida,
and he he is not blind. He trem-
bled violently. The light is going. I
cannot see. I can only
He struggled fiercely for breath, but
suddenly collapsed upon the table, and
his head fell forward upon the paper:
one cheek lying on the wet ink of his
last-written words; the other, cold and
stark, turned to the window. The light
from the lamp without flickered on it in
gruesome sportiveness. The eyes stared
and stared from the little dark room out
into the world; but they did n~t see.
The night wore on. At last came a
knocking, knocking at the door, tap!
tap! tap! But he did not hear. A mo-
ment of silence, and again caine a knock-
ing knocking knocking!
XLII.
The white and red flag of Jersey was
flying half-mast from the Cohue Royale,
and the bell of the parish church was
tolling. It was Saturday, but little
business was being done in the Vier
Marchi. At familiar points chattering
848 The Battle of the Strong.
people were gathered, and at the foot
of La Pyramide a large group sur-
rounded two sailormen just come from
Gasp6, bringing news of adventuring
Jersiais, Elie Mattingley, Carterette,
and Ranuiph Delagarde. This audience
quickly grew, for word was being passed
on from one little group to another. So
keen was interest in the story told by
the home-coming sailors that the great
event which had brought them to the
Vier Marchi was, for the moment, al-
most neglected.
Presently, however, a cannon-shot, then
another, and another, roused the people
to remembrance. The funeral cort6ge of
Admiral Prince Philip dAvranche was
about to leave the Cohue Royale, and
every eye was turned to the marines and
sailors lining the road from the court-
house to the church.
The Isle of Jersey, ever stubbornly
loyal to its own, even those whom the
outside world contemned or cast aside,
jealous of its dignity even with the dead,
had come to bury Philip dAvranche with
all good ceremony. There had been
abatements to his honor, but he had been
a strong man and he had done strong
things, and he was a Jerseyman born,
a Norman of the Normans. The Royal
Court had judged between him and Gui-
da, doing tardy justice to her, but of him
they had ever been proud; and where
conscience condemned here, vanity com-
mended there. In any event, they re-
served the right, independent of all non-
Jersiais, to do what they chose with their
dead.
For what Philip had been as an ad-
miral they would do his body reverence
now; for what he had done as a man,
that belonged to another tribunal. It
had been proposed by the admiral of
the station to bury him from his old
ship, the Imperturbable; but the Royal
Court had made its claim, and so his
body had lain in state in the Cohue Ro-
yale. The admiral joined hands with the
island authorities. In both eases it was
a dogged loyalty. The sailors of Eng-
land knew Philip dAvranche as a fight-
er, even as the Royal Court knew him
as a famous and dominant Jerseyman.
A battleship is a world of its own, and
Jersey is a world of its own. They
neither knew nor cared for the comment
of the world without; or, knowing, re-
fused to consider it.
When the body of Philip was carried
from the Cohue Royale, signals were
made to the Imperturbable in the tide-
way. From all her ships in company
forty guns were fired funeral-wise, and
the flags were struck half-mast.
Slowly the cort6ge uncoiled itself to
one long, unbroken line from the steps
of the Cohue Royale to the porch of the
church. The jurats in their red robes,
the officers, sailors, and marines added
color to the pageant. The coffin was cov-
ered by the flag of Jersey with the arms
of William the Conqueror in the canton.
Of the crowd, some were curious, some
stoical; some wept, some essayed philo-
sophy.
Et ben, said one, he was a brave
admiral!
Bravery was his trade, answered
another: act like a sheep and you 11
be eaten by the wolf.
It was a bad business about her that
was Guida Landresse, remarked a third.
Every man knows himself; God
knows all men, snuffled the fanatical
barber who had once delivered a sermon
from the Pompe des Brigands.
He made things lively while he
lived, b~ sft! droned the jailer of the
Vier Prison. But he has folded sails
now, pergui!
Ma f 6, yes, he sleeps like a porpoise
now; and white as a wax he looked up
there in the Cohue Royale, put in a cen-
tenier standing by.
A voice came shrilly over the head of
the centenier: As white as you 11 look
yellow one day, bat dla goule! Yel-
low and green, oni-gia ! yellow like
a bad apple, and cowardly green as a
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leek. This was Manon Moignard, the
witch.
Mon doux dla vie, where s the
master of burials? babbled the jailer.
The apprentice does the obsquies to-
day.
The master s sick of a squinzy,
grunted the centenier. So hatchet-face
and bundle-o-nails there brings dust to
dust, amen.
All turned now to the undertakers
apprentice, a grim, saturnine figure with
his gray face, protuberant eyes, and ob-
sequious solemnity, in which lurked a
callous smile. The burial of the great,
the execution of the wicked, were alike
to him. In him Fate seemed to per-
sonify lifes revenges, its futilities, its
calculating ironies.
The flag-draped coffin was just about
to pass, and the fanatical barber harked
back to Philip. They say it was all
empty honors with him afore he died
abroad.
A full belly s a full belly, if it s
only full of straw! snapped Manon
Moignard.
Who was it brought him home?
asked the jailer.
None that was born on Jersey, but
two that lived here, remarked Maitre
Damian, the schoolmaster from St. Au-
bins.
That Chevalier of Cbampsavoys and
the other Duc de Bercy, interposed the
centenier.
Maitre Damian tapped his stick upon
the ground, and said oracularly, It is
not for me to say, but which is the right-
ful duke, and which is not, there is the
political question!
Pardi, that s it! answered the
centenier. Why did D6tricand Duke
turn Philip Duke out of duchy, see him
killed, then fetch him home to Jersey
like a brother? Ah, man p~the b~nin,
that s beyond me!
Those great folks does things their
own ways, oni-gia! remarked the jailer.
Why did D~tricand Duke go back
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to France? asked Maitre Damian,
cocking his head wisely. Why did he
not stay for obsequies he?
That s what I say, answered the
jailer: ~those great folks does things
their own ways.
Ma fistre, I believe you! ejacu-
lated the centenier. But for the che-
valier there, for a Frenchman, that is a
man after Gods own heart, and mine.
Ah, then, look at that! said Manon
Moignard, with a sneer; when one
pleases you and God, it is a ticket to
heaven, diantre!
But in truth what Detricand and the
chevalier had done was but of human
pity. The day after the duel D6tricand
had arrived in Paris, to proceed thence
to Bercy. There he heard of Philips
death and of Damours desertion. Send-
ing officers to Bercy to frustrate any
possible designs of Damour, he, with
the chevalier, took Philips body back to
Jersey, delivering it to those who would
do it honor.
D~tricand did not see Guida. For
all that might be said to her now the
chevalier should be his mouthpiece. In
truth, there could be no better mouth-
piece for him. It was D6tricand, D6tri-
cand, DStricand, like a child, in admira-
tion and in affection. If Guida did not
understand all now, there should come a
time when she would understand. D6-
tricand would wait. She should find
that he was just; that her honor and the
honor of her child were safe with him.
As for Guida, it was not grief she
felt in the presence of this tragedy. No
spark of love sprang up, even when re-
membrance was now brought to its last
vital moment. But a fathomless pity
stirred her heart, that Philips life had
been so futile, and that all he had done
was come to naught. His letter, blotched
and blotted by his own dead cheek, she
read quietly. Yet her heart ached bit-
terly, so bitterly that her face became
pinched with pain; for here in this let-
ter was despair, here was the final agony
850 The Battle of the Strong.
of a broken life, here were the last words
of the father of her child to herself. She
saw, with a sudden pang, that in writing
of Guilbert he only said your child, not
ours. What a measureless distance there
was between them in the hour of his
death, and how clearly the letter showed
that he understood at last!
The evening before the burial she
went with the chevalier to the Cohue
Royale. As she looked at Philips dead
face, bitterness and aching compassion
were quieted within her. The face was
peaceful, strong. There was on it no
record of fret or despair. Its impassive
dignity seemed to say that all accounts
had been settled, and in this finality there
was quiet; as though he had paid the
price; as though the long account against
him in the markets of life was closed and
canceled, and tbe debtor freed from ob-
ligation forever. Poignant impulses in
her stilled, pity lost its wounding acute-
ness. She shed no tears, but at last she
stretched out her hand and let it rest
upon his forehead for a moment.
Poor Philip! she said.
Then she turned and slowly left the
room, followed by the chevalier, and by
the noiseless Dormy Jamais, who had
crept in behind them. As Dormy Ja-
mais closed the door he looked back to
where the coffin lay, and in the compas-
sion of fools repeated Guidas words.
Poor Philip! he said.
Now, during Philips burial Dormy
Jamais sat upon the roof of the Cohue
Royale, as he had done on the day of
the battle of Jersey, looking down on
the funeral cort6ge and the crowd. He
watched it all until the ruffle of drums at
the grave told that the body was being
lowered, four ruffles for an admiral.
As the people began to disperse and
the church bell ceased tolling, Dormy
turned to another bell at his elbow, and
set it ringing to call the Royal Court to-
gether. Sharp, mirthless, and acrid it
rang: Chicane-chicane! Chicctne-chi-
cane. Chicane-ehicane!
XLIII.
What is that for? asked the child,
pointing.
D~tricand put the watch to the childs
ear. It s to keep time. Listen. iDo
you hear it, tic-tic, tie-tic?
The child nodded his head gleefully,
and his big eyes blinked with under-
standing. Does nt it ever stop? he
asked.
This watch never stops, replied D6-
tricand, but there are plenty of watches
that do.
I like watches, said the child sen-
tentiously.
Would you like this one? asked
D6tricand.
The child drew in a gurgling breath
of pleasure. I like it. Why does nt
mother have a watch?
The man did not answer the last ques-
tion. You like it? he said again,
and he nodded his head toward the little
fellow. Hm! it keeps good time, ex-
cellent time it keeps, and he rose to
meet the childs mother, who, having
just entered the room, stood looking at
them. It was Guida. She had heard
the last words, and she glanced toward
the watch curiously.
D6tricand smiled in greeting, and said
to her, Do you remember it? He
held up the watch.
She came forward eagerly. Is it
is it that, indeed, the watch that the dear
grandp~the
He nodded and smiled. Yes; it has
never once stopped since the moment he
gave it me in the Vier Marchi, seven
years ago. It has had a charmed ex-
istence amid many rough doings and ac-
cidents. I was always afraid of losing
it, always afraid of an accident to it.
It has seemed to me that if I could
keep it things would go right with me,
and would come out right in the end.
Superstition, of course, but I lived a long
time in Jersey. I feel more a Jersey-
The Battle of the Strong. 851
man than a Frenchman sometimes. Al-
though his look seemed to rest but casu-
ally on her face, it was evident he was
anxious to feel the effect of every word
upon her, and he added, When the
Sieur de Mauprat gave me the watch he
said, May no time be ill spent that it
records for you.
Perhaps he knows his wish was ful-
filled, answered Guida.
You think, then, that I ye kept my
promise?
I am sure he would say so, she re-
plied warmly.
It is nt the promise I made to him
that I mean, but the promise I made to
you.~~
She smiled brightly. Ah, you know
what I think of that. I told you long
ago. She turned her head away, for
a bright color had come to her cheek.
You have done great things, prince,
she said in a low tone.
He flashed a look of inquiry at her.
To his ear there was in her voice a lit-
tle touch, not of bitterness, but of some-
thing, as it were, muffled or reserved.
Was she thinking how he had robbed
her child of the chance of heritage at
Bercy? He did not reply, but, stooping,
put the watch again to the childs ear.
There you are, monseigneur!
Why do you call him monseigneur?
she asked. Guilbert has no title to
your compliment.
A look half amused, half perplexed,
crossed D6tricands face. Do you think
so? he said musingly. Stooping once
more, he said to the child, Would you
like the watch? and added quickly,
You shall have it when you re grown
~
Do you really mean it? asked
Guida, delighted. Do you really mean
to give him the grandp~thes watch one
day?
Oh yes, at least that, one day.
But I have something more, something
more for you, and he drew from his
pocket a miniature set in rubies and dia
monds. I have brought you this from
the Duc de Mauban, and this, he
went on, taking a letter from his pocket,
and handing it with the gift. The duke
thought you might care to have it. It is
the face of your godmother, the Duchess
Guidabaldine.
Guida looked at the miniature earnest-
ly, and then said a little wistfully, How
beautiful a face but the jewels are
much too fine for me. What should one
do here with rubies and diamonds? How
can I thank the duke!
Not so. He will thank you for ac-
cepting it. He begged me to say as
you will find by his letter to you that
if you will but go to him upon a visit
with this great man here, pointing to
the child with a smile, he will count it
one of the greatest pleasures of his life.
He is too old to come to you, but he begs
you to go to him, the chevalier, and
you, and Guilbert. He is much alone
now, and he longs for a little of that
friendship which can be given by but few
in this world. He counts upon your com-
ing, for I said I thought you would.
It would seem so strange, she an-
swered, to go from this cottage of my
childhood, to which I have come back
in peace at last, from this kitchen to
the chateau of the Due de Mauban.
But it was sure to come, he re-
turned. This kitchen, to which I come
also to redeem my pledge after seven
years, it belongs to one part of your life.
But there is another part to fulfill,
he passed his hands over the curls of the
child, and for your child here you
should do it.
I do not find your meaning, she
said, after a moments deliberation. I
do not know what you would have me
understand.
In some ways you and I would be
happier in simple surroundings, here-
plied gravely, but it would seem that,
to play duly our part in the world, we
must needs move in wider circles. To
my mind this kitchen is the most de
852 The Battle of the Strong.
lightful spot in the world. Here I took
a fresh commission of life. I went out,
a sort of battered remnant, to a forlorn
hope ; and now I come back to headquar-
ters once again, not to be praised,
he added in an ironical tone, and with a
quick gesture of almost boyish shyness,
not to be praised; only to show that
from a grain of decency left in a man
may grow up some sheaves of honest
work and plain duty.
Oh, it is much more than that,
it is much, much more than that! she
broke in.
No, I am afraid it is not; but that is
not what I wished to say. I wished to
say that for monseigneur here
A little flash of anger came into her
eyes. He is no monseigneur; he is
Guilbert dAvranche, she said bitterly.
It is not like you to mock my child,
prince. Oh, I know you mean it play-
fully, she hurriedly added, but but
it does not sound right to me.
For the sake of monseigneur the
heir to the duchy of Bercy, he said,
laying his hand upon the childs head,
these things your devoted friends sug-
gest you should do, princess.
Her clear, unwavering eye looked
steadfastly at him, but her face turned
pale. Why do you call him monsel-
gneur the heir to the duchy of Bercy?
she said almost coldly, and with a little
fear in her look, too.
Because I have come here to tell
you the truth, and to place in your hands
the record of an act of justice.
Drawing from his pocket a parchment
gorgeous with seals, h~ stooped, and
taking the hands of the child he placed
it in them. Hold it tight, hold it tight,
my little friend, for it is your very own,
he said, with cheerful kindliness. Then
stepping back a little, and looking ear-
nestly at Guida, he continued, with a mo-
tion of ~he hand toward Guilbert, You
must learn the truth from him.
Oh, what can you mean, what can
you mean! she exclaimed. Dropping
upon her knees, and running an arm
round the child, she opened the parch-
ment and read.
What what right has he to this?
she cried in a voice of dismay. A
year ago you dispossessed his father from
the duchy. Ah, I do not understand it!
You only you are the Duc de Bercy.
Her eyes were shining with a happy
excitement ana tenderness. No such
look had been in them for many a day.
Something that had long slept was wak-
ing in her, something long voiceless was
speaking. This man brought back to her
heart a glow she had thought never to
feel again, the glow of the wonder of
life and of a girlish faith.
I am only D6tricand of Vaufon-
tame, he answered. What! did you
could you think that I would dispos-
sess your child? His father was the
adopted son of the Duc de Bercy; no-
thing could wipe that out, neither law
nor nations. You are always Princess
Guida, and your child is always Prince
Guilbert dAvranche, and more than
that.
His voice became lower; his war-beat-
en face lighted with that fire and force
which had made him, during years past,
a figure in the war records of Europe.
I unseated Philip dAvranche, he
continued, because he acquired the
duchy through a misapprehension;
because the claims of the house of Vau-
fontaine were greater. We belonged;
he was an alien. He had a right to
his adoption; he had no right to his
duchy, no real right in the equity
of nations. But all the time I never
forgot that the wife of Philip dAvranche
and her child had rights infinitely be-
yond his own. All that he achieved was
theirs by every principle of justice.
My plain duty was to win for your child
the succession belonging to him by all
moral right. When Philip dAvranche
was killed, I set to work to do for your
child what had been done by another
for Philip dAvranche. I have made
The Battle of the Strong. 853
him my heir. When he is of age, I
shall abdicate from the duchy in his fa-
vor. This deed, countersigned by the
Powers that dispossessed his father, se-
cures to him the duchy, when he is old
enough to govern.
Guida had listened like one in a
dream. A hundred feelings possessed
her, and one more than all. She sud-
denly saw all D& ricands goodness to
her stretch out in a long line of devoted
friendship, from this day to that far-off
hour, seven years before, when he had
made a vow to her, kept how nobly!
Devoted friendship, was it devoted
friendship alone, even with herself? In
a tumult of emotions she exclaimed, No,
no, no, no! I cannot accept it. This is
not justice; this is a gift for which there
is no example in the worlds history!
I thought it best, he went on qui-
etly, to govern Bercy myself during
these troubled years. So far its neu-
trality has been honored, but who can
tell what may come? As a Vaufontaine,
it is my duty to see that Bercys inter-
ests are duly protected amidst the trou-
bles of Europe.
Guida got to her feet now, and stood
looking dazedly at the parchment in her
hand. The child, feeling himself neg-
lected, ran out into the garden.
There was moisture in Guidas eyes as
she presently said, I had not thought
that any man could be so noble, no,
not even you.~~
You should not doubt yourself so,
he answered meaningly. I am the
work of your hands. If I have fought
my way back to reputable life again
He paused, and took from his pocket
a handkerchief. This was the gage,
he said, holding it up. Do you re-
member the day I came to return it to
you, and carried it off again?
It was foolish of you to keep it, she
said softly, as foolish of you as to
think that I shall accept for my child
these great honors.~~
But suppose the child in after years
should blame you? he returned slowly
and with emphasis. Suppose that Guil-
bert should say, What right had you, my
mother, to refuse what was my due?
This was the question she had asked
herself long, long ago. It smote her
heart now. What right had she to reject
this gift of Fate to her child?
Scarcely above a whisper she replied,
Of course he might say that; but how,
oh, how should we simple folk, he and
I, be fitted for these high places yet?
Now that what I have desired for him
has come, I have not the courage.
You have friends to help you in all
you do, he remarked meaningly.
But friends cannot always be with
one, she said.
That depends upon the friends.
There is one friend of yours who has
known you for eighteen years. Eighteen
years growth should make a strong
friendship, there was always friend-
ship on his part, at least. He can be a
still stronger and better friend. He
comes now to offer you the remainder
of a life for which your own goodness is
the guarantee. He comes to offer you
a love of which your own soul must be
the only judge, for you have eyes that
see and a spirit that knows. The che-
valier needs you and the Due de Mauban
needs you, but D~tricand of Vaufontaine
needs you a thousand times more.
Oh, hush but no, you must not,
she broke in, her face all crimson, her
lips trembling.
But yes, I must, he answered
quickly. You find peace here, but it
is the peace of inaction. It dulls the
brain, and life winds in upon itself wea-
rily at the last. But out there are light
and fire and action, and the quick-beat-
ing pulse, and the joy of power wisely
used, even to the end. You come of a
great people, you were born to great
things; your child has rights accorded
now by every court of Europe. You
must act for him. For your childs
sake, for my sake, come out into the
854 The Battle of the Strong.
great field of life with me as my wife,
Guida.
She turned to him frankly, she looked
at him steadfastly; the color in her face
came and went, but her eyes glowed with
feeling.
After all that has happened? she
asked in a low tone.
It could only be because of all that
has happened.
No, no, you do not understand, she
said quickly, a great pain in her voice.
I have suffered so, these many, many
years. I shall never be light - hearted
again. And I am not fitted for such
high estate. Do you not see what you
ask of me, to go from this cottage to
a palace?
I love you too well to ask you to do
what you could not. You must trust
me, he answered, you must give your
life its chance, you must
But listen to me, she interjected,
with breaking tones. I know as surely
as I know as I know the face of my
child, that the youth in me is dead. My
summer came and went long ago.
No, no, you do not understand, I
would not make you unhappy. I must
live only to make my child happy. That
love has not been marred!
And I must be judge of what is for
my own happiness. And for yours,
if I thought my love would make you
unhappy for even one day, I should not
offer it. I am your lover, but I am also
your friend. Had it not been for you,
I might have slept in a drunkards grave
in Jersey. Were it not for you, my
bones would now be lying in the Vend6e.
I left my peasants, I denied myself death
with them, to serve you. The old cause
is gone. You and your child are now
my only cause
You make it so hard for me! she
broke in. Think of the shadows from
the past always in my eyes, always in
my heart. You cannot wear the con-
victs chain without the lagging footstep
afterward.
Shadows! Friend of my soul, how
should I dare come to you if there had
never been shadows in your life! It is
because you you have suffered, be-
cause you know, that I come. Out of
your miseries, the convicts lagging step,
you say? Think what I was. There
was never any wrong in you, but I was
sunk in evil depths of folly
I will not have you say so, she in-
terrupted; you never in your life did
a dishonorable thing.
Then again I say, trust me; for, on
the honor of a Yanfontaine, I believe
that happiness will be yours as my wife.
The boy, you see how he and I
Ah, you are so good to him!
You must give me chance and right
to serve him. What else have you or I
to look forward to? The honors of this
world concern us little. The brightest
joys are not for us. We have work be-
fore us, no rainbow ambitions. But the
boy think for him He paused.
After a little she held out her hand to-
ward him. Good-by, she said softly.
Good-by you say good-by to me!
he exclaimed in dismay.
Till till to - morrow, she an-
swered, and she smiled. The smile had
a little touch of the old archness which
was hers as a child, yet, too, a little of
the sadness belonging to the woman.
But her hand-clasp was firm and strong,
and her touch thrilled him. Power was
there, power with infinite gentleness.
And he understood her, which was more
than all.
He turned at the door She was stand-
ing very still, the parchment with the
great seals in her hand. Without speak-
ing she held it out to him, as though un-
certain what to do with it.
As he passed through the doorway he
smiled, and said, To - morrow, to-
morrow!
Gilbert Parker.
(The end.)
Old Homes. happiness. 855
OLD HOMES.
OLD homes among the hills! I love their gardens;
Their old rock-fences that our day inherits;
Their doors, round which the great trees stand like wardens;
Their paths, down which the shadows march like spirits;
Broad doors and paths that reach bird-haunted gardens.
I see them gray among their ancient acres,
Severe of front, their gables lichen-sprinkled,
Like gentle-hearted, solitary Quakers,
Grave and religious, with kind faces wrinkled,
Serene among their memory-hallowed acres.
Their gardens, banked with roses and with lilies,
Those sweet aristocrats of all the flowers,
Where Springtime mints her gold in daffodillies,
And Autumn ingots marigolds in showers,
And all the hours are toilless as the lilies.
I love their orchards, where the gay woodpecker
Flits, flashing oer you, like a wing~d jewel;
Their woods, whose floors of moss the squirrels checker
With half-hulled nuts; and where, in cool renewal,
The wild brooks laugh, and raps the red woodpecker.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter;
Like love, they touch me, through the years that sever,
With simple faith; like friendship, draw me after
The dreamy patience that is theirs forever.
2liadison Cawein.
HAPPINESS.
IT was before the sunset that I turned
From where the late day burned,
And climbed the wide brown pasturelands that run
Along the hillside. There the warm weeds purr
For comfort of the sun.
Some secret in their look
Led me, until, struck through with love and awe,
I saw
My Brook.
Glad hastener!
Josephine Preston Peabody
Peabody, Josephine Preston
Happiness
855
Old Homes. happiness. 855
OLD HOMES.
OLD homes among the hills! I love their gardens;
Their old rock-fences that our day inherits;
Their doors, round which the great trees stand like wardens;
Their paths, down which the shadows march like spirits;
Broad doors and paths that reach bird-haunted gardens.
I see them gray among their ancient acres,
Severe of front, their gables lichen-sprinkled,
Like gentle-hearted, solitary Quakers,
Grave and religious, with kind faces wrinkled,
Serene among their memory-hallowed acres.
Their gardens, banked with roses and with lilies,
Those sweet aristocrats of all the flowers,
Where Springtime mints her gold in daffodillies,
And Autumn ingots marigolds in showers,
And all the hours are toilless as the lilies.
I love their orchards, where the gay woodpecker
Flits, flashing oer you, like a wing~d jewel;
Their woods, whose floors of moss the squirrels checker
With half-hulled nuts; and where, in cool renewal,
The wild brooks laugh, and raps the red woodpecker.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter;
Like love, they touch me, through the years that sever,
With simple faith; like friendship, draw me after
The dreamy patience that is theirs forever.
2liadison Cawein.
HAPPINESS.
IT was before the sunset that I turned
From where the late day burned,
And climbed the wide brown pasturelands that run
Along the hillside. There the warm weeds purr
For comfort of the sun.
Some secret in their look
Led me, until, struck through with love and awe,
I saw
My Brook.
Glad hastener!
Madison Cawein
Cawein, Madison
Old Homes
855-856
Old Homes. happiness. 855
OLD HOMES.
OLD homes among the hills! I love their gardens;
Their old rock-fences that our day inherits;
Their doors, round which the great trees stand like wardens;
Their paths, down which the shadows march like spirits;
Broad doors and paths that reach bird-haunted gardens.
I see them gray among their ancient acres,
Severe of front, their gables lichen-sprinkled,
Like gentle-hearted, solitary Quakers,
Grave and religious, with kind faces wrinkled,
Serene among their memory-hallowed acres.
Their gardens, banked with roses and with lilies,
Those sweet aristocrats of all the flowers,
Where Springtime mints her gold in daffodillies,
And Autumn ingots marigolds in showers,
And all the hours are toilless as the lilies.
I love their orchards, where the gay woodpecker
Flits, flashing oer you, like a wing~d jewel;
Their woods, whose floors of moss the squirrels checker
With half-hulled nuts; and where, in cool renewal,
The wild brooks laugh, and raps the red woodpecker.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter;
Like love, they touch me, through the years that sever,
With simple faith; like friendship, draw me after
The dreamy patience that is theirs forever.
2liadison Cawein.
HAPPINESS.
IT was before the sunset that I turned
From where the late day burned,
And climbed the wide brown pasturelands that run
Along the hillside. There the warm weeds purr
For comfort of the sun.
Some secret in their look
Led me, until, struck through with love and awe,
I saw
My Brook.
Glad hastener!
856 The Contributors Club.
Though the high tide of clover was astir,
And blue-eyed flowers leaned across the grass
To see it pass,
And the long, rippled tresses
Of watercresses
Were misted with thin crystal, under stream,
For more content
To small suspected presences, agleam,
And then away! yet, ever diligent,
Untamed, soft fluttering,
The little creature went on rapturous wing,
Loyal and changeful, feathered, yet at rest,
On its own quest,
Subtle as light and simple as a nest.
It mused among the shaggy weeds and bubbled
In broken paths, untroubled;
With such a tongue to comfort and beseech,
It won the stones to speech!
Long time I listened, pondered, with love-looks,
The ways of brooks;
When, feeling, half aware,
The benediction-touch upon my hair,
Of something fair,
I turned from that wise water happy-voiced;
And there,
Against the flush of waning afternoon,
Early, a dim moth-silver, poised
The Moon.
Josephine Preston Peabody.
THE CONTRIBUTORS CLUB.
IT is maliciously said that the femi-
The Last nine reader is accustomed to
Chapter. treat the last chapter of a
novel as a preface. She believes that
here the flavor of the story is concen-
trated. If it be to her taste, she will
straightway read the book, regardless of
dinner-bells or callers. If not, ten min-
utes are her only loss. Fearful of being
inveigled into unnecessary reading, she
wishes to make sure that the game is
worth the candle. The recommendation
of friends is unreliable. Book notices
are sometimes wrong. The last chapter
is a certain key.
The advantages of this method are
indisputable. Given an innocent young
woman, of moderate sense and immoder-
ate sensibility: why should she be con-
demned to three hundred pages at hard
labor to find in the end that the heros
life is as prosaic as her own fathers?
Or if the woman be older, with rather
more sense and decidedly less sensibility,
the type known among us as a very
worthy person, why, if justice still
be justice, should she toil through thirty
chapters to learn that the heros passion
for romance is incorrigible, after all?
These are pertinent questions, and this
The Last Chapter
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856-A001
856 The Contributors Club.
Though the high tide of clover was astir,
And blue-eyed flowers leaned across the grass
To see it pass,
And the long, rippled tresses
Of watercresses
Were misted with thin crystal, under stream,
For more content
To small suspected presences, agleam,
And then away! yet, ever diligent,
Untamed, soft fluttering,
The little creature went on rapturous wing,
Loyal and changeful, feathered, yet at rest,
On its own quest,
Subtle as light and simple as a nest.
It mused among the shaggy weeds and bubbled
In broken paths, untroubled;
With such a tongue to comfort and beseech,
It won the stones to speech!
Long time I listened, pondered, with love-looks,
The ways of brooks;
When, feeling, half aware,
The benediction-touch upon my hair,
Of something fair,
I turned from that wise water happy-voiced;
And there,
Against the flush of waning afternoon,
Early, a dim moth-silver, poised
The Moon.
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IT is maliciously said that the femi-
The Last nine reader is accustomed to
Chapter. treat the last chapter of a
novel as a preface. She believes that
here the flavor of the story is concen-
trated. If it be to her taste, she will
straightway read the book, regardless of
dinner-bells or callers. If not, ten min-
utes are her only loss. Fearful of being
inveigled into unnecessary reading, she
wishes to make sure that the game is
worth the candle. The recommendation
of friends is unreliable. Book notices
are sometimes wrong. The last chapter
is a certain key.
The advantages of this method are
indisputable. Given an innocent young
woman, of moderate sense and immoder-
ate sensibility: why should she be con-
demned to three hundred pages at hard
labor to find in the end that the heros
life is as prosaic as her own fathers?
Or if the woman be older, with rather
more sense and decidedly less sensibility,
the type known among us as a very
worthy person, why, if justice still
be justice, should she toil through thirty
chapters to learn that the heros passion
for romance is incorrigible, after all?
These are pertinent questions, and this
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system, which we will make bold to call
the feminine, as opposed to the stolid
masculine practice of beginning at the
beginning and ending at the end, is one
of the great economic inventions of this
ingenious age.
But, unfortunately, the value of the
system is negative. It prevents a shock-
ing waste of time upon uncongenial
books; yet if, by some happy accident,
the volume is congenial, when once the
solution is known, the bubble of interest
is pricked.
For my own part, I follow the simpler
method; but recognizing that the value
of the feminine system is too evident to
be lightly cast aside, I submit with some
diffidence a few simple rules for the
guidance of discriminating readers.
(1.) New books in paper covers should
be read after the feminine system.
(2.) When a brand-new author issues
a brand-new book, the feminine method
is very safe.
(3.) When the newspapers hail the
author as the Thackeray of the United
States, the Balzac of America, or the
Fielding of the nineteenth century, the
feminine system should be rigorously
followed.
(4.) Wheu a novel is suspected of a
purpose, apply the system and dis-
cover the purpose.
If these directions be scrupulously
followed, it is my confident belief that
I shall deserve the lasting gratitude of
every reader who would save time, trou-
ble, and vexation of spirit.
Thus I admit the typical last chapter
has its legitimate use. But surely it
is not for this that authors add their
smooth explanation of the past, their
elaborate horoscope of the future, their
public scrutiny into lives that have
passed beyond the limits of their story.
Their purpose is to gratify the people,
not to do honor to their craft. As the
component part of a work of art, the
weakness of the traditional last chapter
is but too evident. When once we have
reached the climax, we are straightway
tempted to close the book. There the
story ends. The curtain drops. Gold
and tinsel vanish. The actors become
men and women much like the rest of
us. To describe them further is mere
gossip.
Many a successful author knows this
in his heart. But if, regardless of his
readers curiosity, he carefully omit the
closing sketch of a paternal hero and a
domesticated heroine, then Give us a
sequel ! is at once the cry. With half-
assumed reluctance, the complacent au-
thor yields. In due time the sequel is
brought forth. Everybody reads it. The
Sunday newspapers predict undying
fame. The original is surpassed, they
say, the author has outdone himself. A
year later the very title is on the verge
of oblivion. Indeed, the failure of the
sequel is proverbial, for David Balfour
and the romances of Dumas merely serve
to prove the rule.
But, most commonly, the author holds
nothing back, and the last chapter is
given to the reader in all its relentless
accuracy. Let us take a few familiar
examples. It is, for instance, to a last
chapter that we owe the description of
Daniel Derondas wedding in the very
heart of Jewry, and willy-nilly we must
read of Mira glowing like a dark tipped
yet delicate ivory-tinted flower in the
warm sunlight of success. What in
the name of satiety is the need of this!
one exclaims involuntarily. But here the
reader will say that Jam prejudiced; that
my thoughts are fixed on Gwendolen;
that I never really appreciated Mira;
that this last vignette of the sentimental
Jewess, surrounded by the whole Cohen
family, makes me needlessly intolerant.
Lest these charges be thought too plausi-
ble, I will adduce a fairer instance.
The conclusion of Jane Eyre purports
to be written by the heroine ten years
after her marriage with Rochester.
What has she to tell us? I know no
weariness of my Edwards society. .
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We talk, I believe, all day. (Bless us,
of course they did, or she had not been
Jane Eyre nor he Rochester.) Diana
and Mary Rivers are both married.
(We guessed as much.) My Edward
is no longer stone blind. (Here, it is
true, is news, but might it not have been
hinted to us before?)
Even Hawthorne, who was not wont
to swerve from literary ideals, was badg-
ered by public curiosity into some re-
luctant explanations. The Marble Faun,
I believe, originally ended with the
famous scene in the Pantheon where be-
neath the eye of Heaven Kenyon and
Hilda plight their lovers oaths. Here
was the natural and therefore the artis-
tic ending; but the public cried out, and
half a chapter was added. Hildas for-
mer disappearance is explained. Poor
Donatellos fate is hinted at. But, still
insatiate, the reader clamors for the se-
cret of the Faun. How would Cuvier
classify Donatello? he demands. This
is too much. At last the long-suffering
author protests: On that point, at all
events, there shall be no word of expla-
nation, and his promise is well kept.
One half of this apparent curiosity is
in reality pure laziness. Like children
who turn to the appendix for the answer
before they do a problem, readers grudge
the smallest claims upon their intellect
or fancy. They do not read, they say,
for mental exercise, but for pleasure.
Print is plainer and more satisfactory
than speculation. It is the authors busi-
ness to write the story, and a good work-
man makes his work complete. Why
should a reader, buried in the easiest of
chairs, and fortified against discomfort
by dressing-gown and slippers, be obliged
to cudgel the brain and start the ima-
gination from quiescence, when the au-
thor can save the trouble in no time? A
pest upon The Lady or the Tiger! A
plague on the ears of the Faun! Bet-
ter a thousand times crop them short
than leave them hidden in this everlast-
ing doubt.
Yet, to my thinking, it is just here that
a chief duty of the author lies. He owes
it to the reader to develop qualities which
the world too often leaves untouched.
Not business nor golf, not housekeeping
nor driving, will stir the imagination;
yet if it lie fallow, how much is gone
from life! Once roused, the fancy feeds
on its own growth, until it colors the
world and softens the hardness of every
outline. The last chapter opens a wide
opportunity. In it, if the author will,
he may lead the reader to the border-
land of fact and fancy, and thence let
him stray unaided. The first step taken,
the exercise becomes a pleasure. The
reader closes the book, but his thoughts
run on and on, and in his mild way he
shares the keen delight of a creative
mind.
It is a hopeful sign of the times that
many novelists of to-day have self-con-
trol enough to halt when their story is
told. But, unhappily, their whole task
is not accomplished thus. A dull story
with the best of endings is but a crime
without aggravating circumstance. To
the vulgar author, the opportunity of the
last chapter is denied. Long since, the
readers attention has flagged hopelessly,
and pricked as it may be, at the close,
it will not budge one inch beyond the
pale marked by the blessed Finis.
Again the mind becomes a peaceful
blank.
I know no more perfect master of the
art of effect in a last chapter than the
Russian Turgueneff. When the acme of
interest is past, he never runs on in gar-
rulous anti-climax, sparing the imagina-
tion every effort; nor does he drop a
curtain behind which it is impossible to
grope. The few pages which end his
novels, like the mists that wrap a distant
landscape, vaguely suggest the unknown
scenes beyond. If some incident subse-
quent to the story is necessary to com-
plete our understanding of a character,
as for instance the death of Dmitri
Rudin~ he gives it to us briefly, yet
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without reserve. But if the details we
seek are the mere sequel of the plot, we
find them hedged about with tantalizing
doubt. What reader, as he finishes the
wonderful story of Helene, does not pause
while his mind follows her from Venice
upon her unknown journey? And who
is insensible to the fascination of the
thought that her fate may be divined by
him alone?
For such an ending to such a story
the reader may well feel grateful. Crea-
tions like this are rare, as they are pre-
cious. Their authors are fewer still, but
they are born to immortality.
IN 1862, when President Lincoln is-
The Two sued his second call for
Stages of a troops, a certain young man
Hero. quitted the gold fields of Col-
orado, and hastened across the plains to
Omaha as fast as the enduring ox-teams
of the time could carry him. There he
took a train for Michigan, the state of
his residence; stopped at Kalamazoo to
marry his sweetheart, and to deliver to
her his belt of gold dust; and then sped
on to the recruiting station at Detroit.
He enlisted in the ranks, went to the
front, fought in no less than seven of the
historic battles, incurred serious physical
troubles, was wounded, and in the third
year of the war was discharged and sent
home a lieutenant of his company. This
man, still in the prime of life, sitting
under his own vine and apple tree, heard
of the recent war with irritation.
Why cant we have peace ? he
asked. What is all this trouble about,
anyway? Whats all this talk about
civilization, if men must fall at one an-
others throats? As for these young
boys who are enlisting, they 11 be crying
for their mothers. Why, Bill Brown
left his father, now getting to be an old
man, to look after the farm alone this
summer. Bill d no business to go off.
The best way for him to serve his coun-
try is by staying at home and getting
in the crops. And Conover, who was
clerking for Sisson, he s gone too, and
has nt been married but a month. Why
cant he stay at home and take care of
his wife? She 11 be a widow, the first
thing she knows! It s a very strange
thing to me that men cant attend to their
business, and get over the habit of kill-
ing one another.
While there are many exceptions to the
rule, this lament of the civil-war veteran
is that of many of his class. They re-
present what may be termed the subjec-
tivity of the spontaneous patriot. They
are not men accustomed to viewing his-
torical events in an objective way, and
they are interested in the course of things
chiefly as it affects themselves. It is
an open question whether such men as
Bill Brown, and Conover, and the vet-
eran as he was in his youth (for tbey
are all of the same class) are not of
more use to a commonwealth than men
of reflection. At any rate, they make
up the ranks; they do the work in the
fields, in the shops, in the trenches, in
the churches; they comprise the great
majority of this enormous, heterogene-
ous nation. But what distinguishes them
most from the men of reflection is the
fact that they unconsciously obey the
laws of nature. When they are young,
they are young. When they are old,
they are old. They have a time for
seeking the bubble reputation at the
cannons mouth, and a time for the lean
and slippered pantaloon; nor do they
feel impelled to accept sentiments in-
consistent with their time of life, nor to
affect a state of mind they do not feel.
This simple obedience to the course of
nature makes many of the heroes of our
past generation intolerant of those of to-
day. Years have softened them; their
aggressive masculinity is a thing of the
past, all the more because they once
put it to the test, and expressed them-
selves passionately in the most strenuous
conflict of the world; having satisfied
themselves, their women, and their friends
of their manhood in this most conclusive
way, they rest content with peace. They
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forget that the present generation has a
right to its drama; that the young wo-
men want their heroes, and the old wo-
men wish to see their sons distinguish
themselves; and that deep in the souls
even of young men half drugged by
commercial monotony is a dream of
prowess, a desire for adventure, and an
impatience for some form of intense per-
sonal expression.
This histrionic self-expression the pre-
sent generation has now had. It has
idealized itself for its own delight, and
is able to regard itself poetically. Now
it, too, is ready to move on to unimpas-
sioned work and prudent living.
I HAVE often wondered why some one
scorning has not taken issue with
?r~~ Shakespeare on his dogmatic
turn. command, Let still the wo-
man take an elder than herself. The
frequent marriages of women to men
younger than themselves have been sin-
gularly happy and congenial, from Dr.
Johnson~ s marriage with his dear Tet-
zey, who was twice his age, to Yarn-
liagen von Ense and Madame Mohi. In
Napoleons marriage the age of Jose-
phine did not matter. When Madame
de Stad turned to her young husband,
Rocca, one must feel that she brought to
him more than Chloe offered Daphnis;
and when George Eliot married Mr.
Cross, must we not believe that the union
was one of dignified significance?
Hear what Yarnhagen says in his
journal before his marriage with Rahel
Levin, the woman whose merit has been
attested by Goethe, Jean Paul Richter,
and Carlyle: I was then twenty-four
years old, Rahel my senior by more than
half those years. This circumstance taken
by itself might seem likely to have
driven our lives far asunder. It was,
however, but an accident; it was essen-
tially of no account. This noble life, so
rich in experience both of joy and of sor-
row, retained all its vigor; not only the
powerful intellect which hovered above
every - day regions, but the heart, the
senses, the whole corporeal being, were
as though bathed in clear light. She
stood a commanding presence between
an accomplished past and a hopeful fu-
ture.
To whom do we owe so high an inter-
pretation of the ideal of marriage as to
Charles Kingsley, whose wife was seven
years his senior? Turn the pages of
his Life and re-read these words: Mat-
thew xxii. 30 has been to me always a
comfort. I am so well and really mar-
ried on earth that I should be exceeding-
ly sorry to be married again in heaven;
and it would be very needless. All I can
say is, if I do not love my wife, body and
soul, as well there as I do here, then
there is neither resurrection of my body
nor of my soul, but of some other, and
I shall not be I.
It is interesting to recall the heroines
of Disraeli, Henrietta Temple and
others, and then to remember that
Disraeli defied the theory of feminine
attraction which he had advanced in fic-
tion, by selecting for his wife a woman
who was much older than himself, and to
whom he attributed the success as well as
the happiness of his life. The story runs
that once, seeing his wife, then aged and
frail, leaning on the arm of an attend-
ant, Lord Beaconsfield said of her to the
friend with whom he was at the mo-
inent talking, There is the only person
who has never bored me.
Those beautiful love poems, At the
Fireside and One Word More, were writ-
ten by Robert Browning to his wife,
who was six years his senior. Robert
Louis Stevenson~ s marriage with Mrs.
Osborne, who was much older than he,
was, as we all know, a union of extraor-
dinary felicity. His own words in the
poem which serves as the dedication to
Weir of Hermiston, as well as the tes-
timony of his friends, attribute to her
much help in his literary success, as well
as his domestic happiness.
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of the story; and the result is a gallery of uncommon grandeur and
beauty, at once an artistic commemoration of the Aztecs and their
civilization, and a series of exquisite illustrations of General Wal-
laces story. The historic and the artistic qualities of the designs
are alike extraordinary.
The Large-Paper Edition is brought out in an unusually rich
style. The full-page illustrations, printed so as to bring out most
effectively their high artistic qualities, appear on Japanese paper
with gold borders, which set them forth very strikingly. The two
volumes are bound in embossed calf, with an Aztec design, and
are notably handsome.
41 THE BEGINNINGS OF NEW ENGLAND
HE public favor and appreciation shown for Mr. Fiskes
T American Revolution and The Critical Period of American
History, in their illustrated form, are likely to greet The Beginnings
of New England, which is brought out in the same style. The
volume has a large variety of illustrations, every one of which is
included because of its historic value and significance. So the work
is an interesting account of the founding and growth of the New
England colonies for a hundred and fifty years, and at the same
time a series of pictures exhibiting the most conspicuous men, the
most memorable scenes, and the most important documents, of that
highly significant period. Maps and other illustrative material com-
plete the pictorial value of this work. The Large-Paper Edition is
uniform with similar editions of the two works above named, which
have been taken up instantly on publication.
C THE HOUSE OF THE SEVEN GABLES
T HI S most impressive story, hardly second to The Scarlet Let-
ter, lends itself finely to illustration by appreciative artists.
Miss Maude A. Cowles and Miss Genevieve Cowles, whose designs
for Mr. Frank Dempster Shermans Little Folk Lyrics were among
the most artistic of last years Holiday illustrations, have shown the.
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fullest appreciation of Hawthornes genius, and have given ampler
proof of their artistic range and power by the designs they have
made for the Holiday Edition of The House of the Seven Gables.
Their twenty full-page pictures, with many beautiful headpieces
and initials, by Misses Edith and Mildred Cowles, illustrate with
rare skill the scenes and significance of this great story. Very
few Holiday volumes are so well printed and bound as these two
still fewer illustrate an art so strong and so delicate, so command-
ing and so spiritual. In the regular edition it is a work of singular
attractiveness; in the Large-Paper Edition its excellences and beauty
are set forth with the best book-making art of the Riverside Press.
Er A CHILDS HISTORY OF ENGLAND
THE claim of this Holiday Edition of Dickenss deeply interest-
ing book to the attention of seekers of suitable gifts is based
partly on the beauty of the printed page and the attractiveness of the
binding, but far more on the number, variety, and permanent in-
terest of the illustrations. There are forty-eight of these, full-page
engravings, made from photographs taken by Mr. Clifton Johnson,
and they reproduce with perfect accuracy and a quite remarkable
beauty many of the most important scenes and buildings connected
with English history, cathedrals, abbeys, battlefields, castles, and
landscapes.
Er THE LIFE OF OUR LORD IN ART
AMONG the noteworthy issues of three years ago was a careful-
ly edited and profusely illustrated edition of Mrs. Jameson 5
art works, in five volumes, which have had a good share of popular
favor. Miss Estelle M. Hurll, to whose skill that issue owed no
little of its value, has produced a volume which supplements and
completes that work, namely, The Life of Our Lord in Art. She
gives a history and description of the treatment by artists of every
incident in the life of Christ which has been made the subject of art.
This covers the early and the crude; also the great masterpieces of
Leonardo da Vinci, Tintoretto, and others, and comes down to in-
clude the art of to-day. To this she adds a brief account of the
artistic treatment of the life of St. John the Baptist. The volume
contains sixteen full-page half-tones and over eighty text illustra-
tions. Not a few of the famous specimens of Christ art are here
reproduced; the great Italian masters, the best modern painters, and
leading German engravers are represented.
Er CORONA AND CORONET
WEALTH of illustration as well as sprightliness of narration
may well justify the inclusion among illustrated Holiday
Books of Mrs. Mabel Loomis Todds book, Corona and Coronet.
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It tells the story of the voyage in the yacht Coronet of the astro-
nomical party under Professor David P. Todd, of Amherst College,
to observe the solar eclipse in i 896. The place of observation was
in the northern part of Japan, and Mrs. Todd describes the obser-
vations, the interesting incidents of the voyage, the hairy Ainus of
northern Yezo, and gives some interesting pages to Hawaii, where
the party stayed for a while. The book is bountifully supplied with
illustrations, reproduced from photographs made by the expedition.
It is every way an attractive book, altogether suitable for a gift.
(A WONDER-BOOK, AND TANGLEWOOD TALES
THESE unrivaled stories, by Hawthorne, from some of the most
famous and most significant Grecian and Roman mythological
legends, are now combined in one volume, beautifully printed from
large type, finely illustrated, and handsomely bound. It is a part
of the choicest American literature, almost equally delightful to
youthful readers and older ones, and is admirably suited for a Holi-
day gift.
(THE LEATHER-STOCKING TALES
THE new Riverside Edition of Coopers novels, which have
Leather-Stocking for their hero, is beyond comparison the
best library form in which these have ever been produced. Beau-
tiful large type, handsome binding, and an appropriate frontispiece
illustration to each of the volumes, make a very attractive group of
The Deerslayer, The Last of the Mohicans, The Pathfinder, The
Pioneers, and The Prairie. It would not be easy to find a more
acceptable gift.
(ILLUSTRATED BOOKS OF ADVENTURE
SEVERAL new books which appeal primarily to boys and girls
(but which are very likely to be read with youthful eagerness
by many persons no longer young) may fitly be mentioned here
because they are more or less fully illustrated, and come easily
within the charmed circle of possible Holiday gifts. Mr. Everett T.
Tomlinsons BOYS OF OLD MONMOUTH, a story of Wash-
ingtons campaign in New Jersey in 1778, introduces Washington,
Lee, Greene, Mad Anthony Wayne, Captain Molly Pitcher,
and other notable figures; describes the battle of Monmouth, in
which one of the boys played an active part; and is so full of
historic fact and so well told as to be a particularly interesting book.
Mr. James Otis tells how, some ten years before the opening of
the Revolution, when the Stamp Act was stirring the colonies to
revolt, THE CHARMING SALLY, a privateer schooner, chased
a British vessel which was bringing some of the hated stamped paper
to America, but failed to capture her or to destroy the paper, and put
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in at Boston harbor, returning then to New York, where some pro-
digiously alert boys had a remarkably patriotic time on her, as they
had when sailing after stamped paper.
Still earlier, in the time of James the First, IN THE BRAVE
DAYS OF OLD, an English boy and a Dutch boy, according to
the excellent account given by Miss Ruth Hall, clubbed their very
considerable resources of observation, daring, and resolute adven-
ture, and achieved several noteworthy things, such as detecting the
Gunpowder Plot, saving the Dutch town of Sluys from the Spanish
(who probably came to it overland), sailing with Hudson for
America in the good ship Half Moon, spending a winter in Labra-
dor, going to France, marrying and settling at New Amsterdam.
Could more be asked for in one book?
Mrs. Ellen Olney Kirk does not mingle history with her delight-
ful story of DOROTHY DEANE. One reading it would say she
did not mingle fiction with it, but happening by great good luck to
find an uncommonly interesting little girl, and a very actual com-
panion who had vast possibilities for getting into mischief, also cun-
ning twins, she just told about them what she saw and heard, and
made a very charming story, with a distinct Christmas flavor.
The Story of LITTLE JANE AND ME, told by M. E., is
good enough, even with but one picture, to be held in careful remem-
brance for gift purposes. It belongs to New York about the middle
of the century, and tells in the most entertaining manner of the plays
and interests of two little girls. It is largely reminiscence, of the
kind that little ones greatly enjoy, and, as in the case of Miss Eliza
0. Whites two winning stories, WHEN MOLLY WAS SIX, and
A LITTLE GIRL OF LONG AGO, older readers find very at-
tractive.
C The number of new volumes in this department
is not large, but a very notable volume is
C THE CAMBRIDGE TENNYSON
HIS presents Tennysons Poetic and Dramatic Works in a
~single volume, which, though containing over nine hundred
pages, is entirely convenient to handle because printed on thin
paper, which is opaque so that the print does not show through.
The mechanical part of the volume is paralleled by the excellence
of the editorial work, which presents the great wealth of Tennysons
poetry in the most orderly arrangement, with strict accuracy of text,
and furnished with ample notes. Indexes of Titles of Poems and
of First Lines are given, also a Chronological Index to the poems;
and a Biographical Sketch is prefixed. The lines of the longer
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poems are numbered, making the book excellently adapted for study.
A fine portrait of Lord Tennyson and on the engraved title-
page a vignette of his Farringford home, introduce the reader to
this very comprehensive and very satisfactory edition of Tennyson.
C OTHER CAMBRIDGE EDITIONS
T HE COMPLETE POETIC AND DRAMATIC WORKS
OF MILTON are just issued in this form, under the com-
petent editorship of William Vaughn Moody. The poets whose
works are now included in the Cambridge Edition are Longfellow,
Whittier, Lowell, Holmes, Browning, Burns, Tennyson, and Mil-
ton. All have been brought out under the general editorship of
Mr. Horace E. Scudder, and most of them indeed under his exclu-
sive care. All are edited with great thoroughness to secure ac-
curacy of text, completeness as far as possible, sufficient notes,
indexes, biographical sketches, and bibliographical information. All
contain excellent portraits of the poets, and, on the engraved title-
pages, vignettes, generally, of the poets homes. All are printed
on thin, opaque paper, and bound in handsome style. They would
seem to justify the remark of The Outlook:
The Riverside Press, which has rendered so much genuine ser-
vice to American literature, has done nothing better in its way than
the publication of one-volume standard editions of the poets, .
notable for intelligence and completeness of editorial treatment.
C FROM SUNSET RIDGE
U ND ER this suggestive title Mrs. Julia Ward Howe gathers a
volume which may be regarded as her poetic legacy to man-
kind. It opens with her majestic Battle-Hymn of the Republic,
written by the Potomac as she beheld the encampment of the Union
soldiers in the Civil War, and beginning with the magnificent
line,
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
Following this are poems previously published but reclaimed for
permanent preservation in this new volume, with many poems not
before included in any book. It is a noble volume of poetry, and
should be noted for Holiday use.
C A CENTURY OF INDIAN EPIGRAMS
A H UNDRED epigrams, meditations, and precepts, attributed
to Bhartrihari, a Hindu king and sage who lived, abdicated,
and wrote epigrams in the early part of the Christian era, have been
translated from the Sanskrit by Mr. Paul E. More. He furnishes an
interesting introduction for the tasteful book, which from its unique
character and its attractiveness would be a good Christmas gift.
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C A VICTORIAN ANTHOLOGY
BESIDES writing some of the best American poetry, notably
his Poems now First Collected, published last year and com-
mended in very high terms by the most competent critics, Mr. E.
C. Stedman has prepared an uncommonly good selection of the
best poetry produced in England during the last sixty years. The
Victorian Anthology is every way excellent, and should be borne
in mind by persons seeking a large body of the choicest poetry of
modern times.
C It may be true that all possible plots For novels
have been used, hut fortunately they have not been
used up; and very good stories are told this year, as
good as the stories which orzginally embodied their
plots. One of the most noteworthy of this season
novels is
C THE BATTLE OF THE STRONG
IN which Mr. Gilbert Parker shows his skill in the use of
European historic events to point a moral and adorn a tale,
as he had before shown his skill in using American history for
the background of his Seats of the Mighty and other strong novels.
This new story of a century ago begins on the isle of Jersey,
crosses to France, follows the march of soldiery and the course of
true love, echoes the cries of the French Revolution, and gleams
with the swords of La Vend~e. It is probably the most important
novel yet written by Mr. Parker, and one of the most interesting
of the year.
C PRISONERS OF HOPE
MISS Mary Johnston goes back two centuries and a half for
the characters and incidents of her first novel, which is
universally greeted as an uncommonly good novel for the authors
entrance into the field of letters. The scene is Colonial Virginia
when Berkeley was governor. The characters are gentlemen plan-
ters, redemptioners, slaves, and Indians. The Oliverian conspiracy
is part of the dramatic action; and a very engaging love story
lights up the tragedy and the perplexities which belong to the time.
Critics welcome the story as original, strong, finely charactered,
and effectively told.
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C THE PURITANS
MR. Arlo Batess new story might truthfully be described as
historic, since it uses a famous election of a Bishop in Bos-
ton as one of its most telling features. It also introduces with little
exaggeration sundry social, literary, and religious fads which have
made Boston a subject for the humorous satire of jealous journal-
ists. The author seizes these and other aspects of Boston life with
great adroitness and weaves a story which is generally accounted the
best and most artistic he has yet written.
C A LOVER OF TRUTH
THE truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, spoken
everywhere and always, was the ideal and the achievement of
one of the characters in Miss Eliza Orne Whites new story. He
is by no means the most interesting character; a sensible young
man shines in comparison. The pretty girl; the capable, judicious,
lovable girl, these add their respective charms to a New England
story told with sprightliness, humor, and literary felicity, as one
would expect from the author of Winterborough, The Coming of
Theodora, and her first story, Miss Brooks, which has just been
taken over from the list of Messrs. Roberts Brothers.
C THE BLACK CURTAIN
THE curtain hung in the rude cabin of an artist who went to
California for his health. To the same section of government
land on which this cabin stood came a young woman, who also
claimed it. Which should have it? The friendly contest over it
gave excellent opportunities for bright conversation and the reveal-
ing of interesting characters. Of course something came of it, which
the black curtain helped to conceal and then proclaim. The story
tells all about it, and is a vigorous, wholesome, firmly told story,
such as the public would look for from the author of The Man
who was Guilty, a powerful story which has not had a tithe of the
honor and popularity it merits.
C THE BLINDMANS WORLD
THIS is the leading story in a group of fifteen, just gathered into
a volume. They were written by Mr. Edward Bellamy,
whose Looking Backward is one of the phenomenal books in Amer-
ican literature; and while they have not the special quality which
made that so exceedingly popular, they are so thoroughly good
stories, so well told, and so instinct with what may be termed the
Bellamy genius and spirit, that they are worthy of wide reading, and
will undoubtedly win it. A prefatory sketch by Mr. Howells adds
one more attraction to the book.
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C LOOKING BACKWARD
J T is altogether too late to commend this book to popular atten-
tion; it has already received this as few American books have.
A new edition, with a fine portrait of Mr. Bellamy and a biograph-
ical sketch by Mr. Sylvester Baxter, may well find a new army of
readers, who will be stimulated to humaner thought and more un-
selfish action by the reading.
C A GREAT LOVE
RS. Clara Louise Burnhams large constituency of readers
find in her new book plenty of love, of a sweet and noble
sort; interesting lovers, who mostly have (with good reason) the
habit of being very hopeful; and story enough to describe all
the felicities and transient trials which accompany true love, and the
benign result.
C STORIES IN LIGHT AND SHADOW
JT seems superfluous to commend Mr. Bret Harte s stories, for a
multitude of readers find them among the most entertaining, and
in a literary way the most attractive, of modern stories. This is
true of the new book above named; also of Tales of Trail and
Town, published last spring.
C PENELOPES PROGRESS
RS. Wiggins latest story was published in April, but its
M humor defied summer heat and gave it a continuous ovation.
It has been accompanied on its prosperous journey through succes-
sive thousands by the admiration and wholesome laughter of a con-
stantly increasing host of readers. Its Scottish readers find it
truthful and irresistibly funny.
C CALEB WEST, MASTER DIVER
MR. F. Hopkinson Smith is regarded by some of the most
thoughtful critics as having initiated a new style of fiction in
his Tom Grogan and Caleb West, celebrating the nobleness of
skilled labor and the romance that may attend the building of a
breakwater and the erection of a lighthouse. Without analyzing
the stories, many scores of thousands have read them, and the de-
mand for Caleb West is still very emphatic.
C A SINGULAR LIFE
J T is two years since this story by Miss Phelps was published,
but from all directions still comes eloquent testimony to its un-
failing hold on readers. The uncommon depth, unselfishness, help-
fulness, and heavenly glow of him who lived the singular life appeal
powerfully and tenderly to those who can appreciate these great
human qualities, which are also divine.
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~i0(Or~ anb Q~io~tap~
E1I~ A very interesting department of literature is
that which eml$ races hooks comhining history
with hiography, and framing the individual
career in the ife of the state. One of the hest
recent hooks of this kind is Colonel Hzg-ginsons
~j CHEERFUL YESTERDAYS
HI S life covers an intensely interesting period in the nations
history, and his delightful volume affords numerous views
of dramatic scenes, including the discussion on slavery, the Kansas
struggle preliminary to the Civil War, and the war itself. It is
peculiarly rich in personal elements, giving glimpses of a multitude
of influential, notable, and interesting men and women, at home
and abroad. The story of his varied career, told with charming
frankness and nobleness of spirit, is uncommonly attractive.
C SAMUEL EDMUND SE WALL
JUDGE Sewall, as he was most frequently called, was a worthy
descendant of the famous Judge Sewall of early Colonial New
England; a chivalrous champion of every good but unpopular
cause; a trusted befriender of the wronged and despised; a wise,
strong, good man, worthy of all honor and confidence. A memorial
of his life and character has been written by Mrs. Nina Moore
Tiffany, which is a fitting tribute to a rare man. A portrait adds
to its value and interest.
C HISTORY OF THE PRESIDENCY
MR. Edward Stanwood has prepared a serviceable book which
gives the salient features of every presidential election in the
United States, the political principles each party professed to hold,
and the results. It describes the effectual minimizing of the Elec-
toral College, and the origin and luxuriant development of the
National Convention. Indeed, it is a repository of countless im-
portant facts relating to the political history of the country; and it
would seem to be one of the indispensable books to students and
teachers of American history.
C THE FIRST REPUBLIC IN AMERICA
M R. Alexander Brown has now added a companion volume to
his important Genesis of the United States. That showed,
among other things, how Spain resisted the efforts of Great Britain
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to colonize and develop this country; this sets forth what Mr.
Brown believes to be the substantial facts regarding the settlement
and early years of Virginia, which are quite unlike the statements
made by Captain John Smith. Without assuming to decide where
Mr. Brown and other historical doctors disagree, it is only fair to
say that Mr. Browns books are of great importance, and abound in
weighty references and full citations.
t THE PILGRIMS IN THEIR THREE HOMES
REV. Dr. Griffis is firmly convinced of the great importance of
the Dutch contribution to the outfit of the Pilgrim Fathers,
and in his late book he sets this forth effectively and convincingly.
This little volume is a valuable account of the Pilgrims in Eng-
land, Holland, and New England. Several pictures lend added
interest to the book.
(THE BATTLES OF TRENTON AND PRINCETON
GENERAL Stryker, Adjutant-Generar of New Jersey, per-
forms what may be called a filial and an official duty in
writing a full and minute account of the two most important Revo-
lutionary battles that took place in his State. He has done it with
so much intelligence and so generous an enthusiasm that he is
entitled to the hearty thanks of historical students.
(DR. WINSORS HISTORIES
THE four octavos by Dr. Justin Winsor, devoted to Christo-
pher Columbus, Cartier to Frontenac, The Mississippi Basin,
and The Westward Movement, are vast treasuries of facts relating
to the discovery of America and the steady push of civilization from
the Atlantic to and beyond the Mississippi. History in its geo-
graphical relations strongly attracted Dr. Winsor, and his books are
of great value in this field. The Narrative and Critical History of
America, which he edited, and to which many American scholars
and historians contributed, comprises eight volumes of priceless
worth.
(DR. FISKES HISTORIES
READERS interested in philosophy have greatly regretted that
Mr. John Fiske relinquished the domain of philosophy for
that of history; but their loss has proved the gain and the delight
of all readers of the history of America. His grasp of facts is so
sure, his treatment of them so orderly and clear, his temper so can-
did, and his style so attractive, that his eight volumes are among
the richest and the most interesting in American literature. These
comprise The Discovery of America (two volumes), Old Virginia
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and her Neighbours (two volumes), The Beginnings of New Eng-
land, The American Revolution (two volumes), and The Critical
Period of American History.
C ORIGIN AND GROWTH OF THE ENGLISH CON-
STITUTION
HON. Hannis Taylor, late Embassador of the United States to
Spain, has the good fortune to be the first to treat the entire
development of Constitutional Government from the time of Tacitus
through the great history of English law enlarging and buttressing
English freedom, down to the American Constitution, and our for-
tunate growth under it. The work is of a high order, and the
second volume cannot fail to emphasize the favorable judgment
passed upon the first by the most eminent authorities on constitu-
tional history, both in England and America.
C It is an unhappy lancy of the time that the
essay is dropping out of current literature, as it
is another gloomy conceit that the day of good
generous letter-writing is over. But by and by
some of the charming authors of our time will
join their predecessors, and it will be found that
they have left many and delz~htful letters, just as
good as those we now enjoy so much, written by
authors already promoted. And the same may
be true of essays. A good new volume in this
department is
C SOCIAL IDEALS IN ENGLISH LETTERS
MISS Vida D. Scudder, to whom we are indebted for an excel-
lent volume on The Life of the Spirit in the Modern English
Poets, now puts us under fresh obligation by a book in which she
sets forth the results of her study to ascertain what eminent Eng-
lish writers have thought in regard to society and the organization
of human beings in daily life. The most prominent writers on
whom she reports are More, Swift, Shelley, Wordsworth, Thack-
eray, Dickens, Reade, and William Morris; and her book is both
very interesting and instructive.
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C TIDES AND KINDRED PHENOMENA IN THE
SOLAR SYSTEM
PROFESSOR George H. Darwin, son of the man who has
given to the name Darwin a unique distinction, last year de-
livered at the Lowell Institute in Boston a singularly valuable course
of lectures on Tides, their phenomena and causes. He gave a vast
extension of interest to his subject by describing the occurrence of
similar facts in other worlds. These lectures, carefully revised and
accompanied with numerous diagrams and illustrations, form an
authoritative book on tides.
C THE SILVA OF NORTH AMERICA
PROFESSOR Charles S. Sargent has reached the twelfth vol-
ume in his great work on North American trees. His un-
surpassed knowledge in this department stamps these volumes with
great authority; and the illustrative plates are of remarkable accu-
racy and beauty.
C A WORLD OF GREEN HILLS
THIS is Mr. Bradford Torreys attractive title for his new
book, in which he takes us to the mountain region of Vir-
ginia and North Carolina. He shows us the grandeur and beauty
of these hills, and talks in his accustomed easy way of the birds
that sing in them, and the human beings he found occasionally. It
has the same charm which pervades his Birds in the Bush, A Ram-
blers Lease, The Foot-path Way, A Florida Sketch-Book, and
Spring Notes from Tennessee.
C BIRDS OF VILLAGE AND FIELD
MISS Florence A. Merriam, a born bird-lover, whom careful
study and observation have made very bird-wise, adds a
thoroughly practical and interesting volume to American bird liter-
ature. She describes hundreds of varieties of birds living east of
the Mississippi, and pictures of entire birds or of heads add greatly
to the value of the book for bird-students.
C THE MAGIC OF THE HORSE-SHOE
DR. Robert M. Lawrence has made a most interesting contri-
bution to the literature of Folk-Lore by his book on what
may be called the superstition concerning the horse-shoe. Every-
body knows, of course, that a proper regard for the horse-shoe, and
putting it in proper places, will surely bring good luck, while neglect
of its magic qualities may leave the door open to all sorts of annoy-
ance, bad luck, and calamity. But few know how general is the
influence of the horse-shoe, and what antiquity its reign can boast.
Dr. Lawrence tells of this, and of other prevalent superstitions,
and has produced a book of remarkable interest.
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C THE BIBLIOTAPH AND OTHER PEOPLE
MR. Leon H. Vincent, who is a successful lecturer on literary
topics, has gathered into a handsome volume several essays
which form a welcome addition to a charming department of litera-
ture. He writes wisely, wittily, and well of Thomas Hardy, Keats,
Lyly, Priestley, Gautier, and of the interesting ~ bibliotaph, who
had great genius for getting books and virtually burying them.
C FRENCH LITERATURE OF TO-DAY
]\/[ LLE. Blaze de Bury in an attractive volume gives much
J3/j personal information, and mingles appreciative criticism, of
several of the more conspicuous French writers of the time, Zola,
Bruneti~re, Pierre Loti, Guy de Maupassant, Edmond de Gon-
court, Charcot, Bourget, de Vogii6, Lemaitre, Anatole France,
Mine. Blanc Bentzon, and Paul Verlaine.
C GLEANINGS IN BUDDHA-FIELDS
~fR. Lafcadio H earns latest volume on the Japanese has the
same full knowledge, remarkable appreciation, and inclusive
sympathy for all Japanese persons and things, which have given a
peculiar value and attraction to his previous volumes, Glimpses
of Unfamiliar Japan, Out of the East, and Kokoro. All have an
affluence of literary qualities of the most engaging kind.
C A STARLIGHT CALENDAR
~/[ISS Kate Sanborn, who has compiled some of the best and
I Vim
ost successful calendars, A Year of Sunshine, and The
Rainbow Calendar, continues her prosperous course by gathering
from a host of the worlds best thinkers the passages in which
they prophesied or sang of immortality most persuasively and
hopefully, and grouping these in A Starlight Calendar, which will
be a peculiarly good gift-book.
C UNFORESEEN TENDENCIES OF DEMOCRACY
MR. Godkin, the trenchant editor of the New York Evening
Post, whom some less stalwart and observant critics dispose
of very quickly by calling him a pessimist, has recently sur-
prised them by the optimistic outcome of his notable book above
named. He depicts the unruly, reckless, happy-go-lucky tenden-
cies in America with unsparing frankness; and then he reassures
us by his faith that the latent, slowly operating, instructed good
sense of Americans will by-and-by awake them to their great re-
sponsibilities and opportunities, and cause them to decree righteous-
ness, and bring it to pass. This is an admirable book to give to
one who needs it and can appreciate it.
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C THE CAMBRIDGE CLASSICS
IN this series are comprised twenty popular and standard vol-
umes, uniform in size and binding. They are crown octavos,
well printed, and attractively bound in red cloth, with gilt tops.
The series includes some of the best and most interesting works of
Hans Christian Andersen, Cooper, Dana, Emerson, Hawthorne,
Holmes, Howells, Lowell, Scott, Mrs. Stowe, Thoreau, and others.
The price is ~I.oo each.
C Among the best and most helpful books in all
literature are those which are devoted to strengthen
in men the great ideas, the faith by which they
truly live.
C THE LIFE AND LETTERS OF PAUL THE APOSTLE
IN this book Dr. Lyman Abbott seeks to extend and confirm
the influence of his former books, The Evolution of Chris-
tianity, Christianity and Social Problems, and The Theology of an
Evolutionist, all of which have been heartily welcomed by a large
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In Diseases
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The Old World in the New
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My Friend Ah-Chy
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The Vivisection of China ELIS1~E RECLUS 329
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