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the two subscribed towards the up- rate, a hunger seized him as he looked keep of the family speck.

about the sad shabby room to have Then they packed up the estate. Two some trifle of Charles Fortune to take chests held all that was left of Charles away with him forthwith and treasFortune after Charles Fortune had ure. On the dusty mantelpiece was a himself been taken. The law says broken saucer holding a broken clay nothing about empty bottles. But the half colored, a pinch of tobacco ash, a other trifles were gathered. Letters nib, a stamp. The eldest Fortune were routed out and piled and tied to opened his pocket-book and stealthily gether—the administrator deals with put into it the penny stamp and the these. It seemed as if Charles Fortune farthing nib whilst the administrator's had kept every family letter written back was turned. He stole the stamp him for years and years. Letters of for love of Charles, risking the five advice, of protest, he had kept them hundred pounds. all; and as with family letters so with And now all the estate of Charles family portraits. There were a dozen Fortune was collected and locked in the faded portraits of the three brothers, of chests, and left in the charge of the father and mother, which the City and lodging-house keeper, pending letters of the Church Fortune had not seen for administration. So the eldest brother years—had forgot about.

returned to his stocks and shares, and As they collected and packed up these the Canon to Amen Corner. Then the worthless, precious things, a growing landlady went into the rooms that had silence fell upon the brothers. There been Charles Fortune's, and threw up is a sacrament about the trifles of the the windows and with scrubbing-brush dead; and, entering into it, men per- and pail of water they made ready for haps who are often not so much higher a new tenant. They charred out the than the brutes can touch an angel ghosts. Thus there was an end to height.

the speck in that generation of ForPerhaps, of the two, the elder For- tunes. The speck destroyed Charles tune, the man who dealt in mines and Fortune so much we can say for sure. markets, was moved the more. He But nobody can tell what rouses the had seen so much less of the family speck to raven, to eat up a human soul. speck than had his brother. At any That secret is held in the crypts of fate. The Saturday Review.

George A. B. Desar.


The latest volume in the pretty and To the "First Folio" Shakespeare convenient little "Miniature Reference Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. add three

Library” (E. P. Dutton & Co.) is a Dic- volumes, containing Pericles, Troylus tionary of Foreign and American Liter- and Cressida, and Cymbeline. This ature by Arnold Hilliers. Fulness of edition, which follows with absolute detail is hardly to be expected in a fidelity the rare First Follo text, is untiny manual of a little more than one der the joint editorship of Charlotte hundred pages, but the work of selec- Porter and Helen A. Clarke, who co-option and condensation has been inteli- erated in the same way in the preparagently done.

tion of the “Camberwell Browning."

"They have furnished the plays with In- Italy from the Second to the Sixteenth troductions,—the work, in these vol- Century" its great importance was umes, of Miss Porter-and with notes, frankly acknowledged, but probably glossaries, variorum readings, literary few foresaw the rapidity and extent illustrations and well-chosen excerpts of the changes in which it was to play of selected criticism. Each volume so important a part, or quite perceived has a frontispiece and the format how happy was the moment of its apleaves nothing to be desired in point of pearance. Between the Pre-Raphael. clearness and beauty. In whatever ites and their opponents England had other form one may possess Shake- been fully awakened to the importance speare's works, one cannot afford to of the mediæval painters, and here was dispense'with this edition.

the first book in which the development

of mediæval artists was traced in the The latest volume in the "Wisdom of text and made visible in a large collecthe East” series, “The Master-Singers tion of pictures admirably chosen for of Japan,” forms a pleasant companion the purpose. Naturally it took its to “A Lute of Jade," published some place among the necessaries of life for months ago in the same series. Like all students of art, and its authors that, it presents scores of dainty bits of found themselves famous. How active verse translated from Japanese poets a part it played in creating that silent, of centuries ago into English verse. sympathetic multitude of followers by "They are characteristic products of the whom the art leaders of the time beJapanese thought and imagination and gan to feel themselves attended could the translator, Clara A. Walsh, renders be adequately traced only at great them skillfully, although in her Prelude lengths; let it suffice to say that its she expresses thus her sense in her value widened and deepened with inadequacy:

the constantly growing importance

of its subject. Meanwhile the “I see the jewels sparkle on each spray archæologist and the antiquary had Of wind-swept moon-grass, as the reedstems sway,

awakened in England and in EuI try to clasp them—and they fade rope at large, and were assisting away

the critics in investigating not In ice-cold dew.

only mediæval but ancient times in Against the turquoise of the April Italy, for evolution had become a word skies,

of the market place and new notes bePink haze of blossom o'er the landscape came necessary and an enlarged edilies,

tion was projected. The easy way I try to pluck it—and its beauty dies,

would have been to rewrite the book. The petals fall.

making it as useful for 1910 as the first I hear a music thrilling time and space, edition for 1864, but had that plan Heart-songs of Poets of a hero race been adopted there would not now be I try to sing them—and their dainty

a work in which the text of 1864 is left grace

inviolate and set side by side with the Eludes me still."

acquisitions of nearly half a century, E. P. Dutton & Co.

making their sum visible to the dullest

eye. The very elaboration, thought exForty-five years ago, when J. A. cessive when the work first appeared, is Crowe and G. B. Cavalcaselle began now regarded as a grace, because it to issue the three noble volumes of throws light upon points concerning their “New History of Painting in which curiosity then dormant is now active. The present editor, Mr. Ed- to say it without repelling readers aeward Hutton, continues the notes har- customed to the felicities and assiduous moniously and ably, and the one hun- care of their predecessors, and too often dred pictures with which the publishers their only message is rebellious conhave enriched each volume will pre- ceit. Among them are a choice few, serve the old balance between descrip- their superiors in taste because they tion and representation, between the at least abhor the commonplace, but appeal to the imagination and the ap- too evidently devoted entirely to the peal to the eye. Thus "Crowe and phrase, and a still smaller group to Cavalcaselle," as it is familiarly called, whom the feline cruelty of Whistler, or enters upon a second career of useful- the more wolverene performance of ness, and if the new generation be Mr. Max Beerbohm and Mr. Bernard wise, it will prize it as highly as that Shaw seem so altogether admirable. which first welcomed it, and that to that they essay their imitation withwhich it has been a lifelong companion. out the preliminary of acquiring their F. P. Dutton & Co.

knowledge of their subjects; and their

labors have produced the most melanProfessor C. T. Winchester includes choly mass of essay and criticism inJeffrey, Hazlitt, Lamb, Wilson, Detentionally humorous ever hewn from Quincey and Hunt in his "A Group of the quarry of the English dictionary. English Essayists,” and writes with One understands that very few of their such precise apprehension of what a university professors are responsible critical essay should be that one can for this condition of things. Students but wish that the volume were of twice come to the university so utterly unpreits present size, unless indeed he in- pared that suitable training would be tends to follow it by a second. True, as useless to them as to alphabet it might not be easy to find six other classes, and the books now and then authors interesting for so many rea- put forth by university professors sons, or six above whom have been clearly indicate that when the preparareared equally huge cairns of me- tory schools begin to send them intellimoir and criticism, but a volume gent pupils they will find instructors might be much less pleasant than than adequate to their task. this and yet be sure of repeated Meanwhile Professor Winchester's six and agreeable recollection. The essays, “the result of pleasant hours tendency of the present mode of in a college seminary room," as he studying English literature and au- calls them, give assurance that one thors, beginning with the substi- set of pupils is shown not only the tution of the egregious tensity of "lan- large enjoyment of the spiritual beauty guage lessons" for the solid accuracy of and completeness of fine literature but English grammar, and ending with the also the thousand small delights beamdistinctions and divisions of the uni- ing along the path on which one walks versity course has already exhibited it- with each author as he presents him. self in the production of a race of young

That he sees and does not spare their writers combining in their magazine

faults does not impair the value of his style the graces of Mrs. Nickleby and work. One perceives the beauty of the Mrs. Finching with an occasionally il- rose none the less after being shown luminative flash worthy of Mrs. Part- the difference between the glow at its ington or Mrs. Malaprop. If they heart and the softer tint of its outer have anything to say, they are unable petals. The Macmillan Company.



No. 3428 March 19, 1910





CONTENTS 1. What the Poor Want. By Stephen Reynolds

QUARTERLY REVIEW 707 II. The Early Homes and Haunts of Carlyle. By Professor Patrick Geddes

OXFORD AND CAMBRIDGE REVIEW 724 111. As It Happened. Book VI. Crisis. Chapter IX. Missing. Chapter X. Suspense. By Ashton Hilliers. (To be continued.)

727 Humanistic Education Without Latin, By Arthur C. Benson

CORNHILL MAGAZINE 737 Japanese Poetry.

TIMES 742 VI. A Lucid Interval. (Concluded.)

BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE 747 VII. The Spirit of Fasting.


NATION 759 IX. Unrest in China.

ECONOMIST 761 X. By the waters of Israel. By F. G. Analo

OUTLOOK 763 XI. The Limit. By Evoe

PUNCH 764 A PAGE OF VERSE XII, The Veteran of Heaven. By Francis Thompson DUBLIN REVIEW 706 XIU, North Devon. By Frederick Niven

706 XIV. Ricordi. By Laurence Binyon



The Battle of the Prussian Bureaucracy.



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NORTH DEVON. O captain of the wars, whence won Ye Over there the churchyard is: so great scars?

The old square steeple In what fight did Ye smite, and what Stands above the old gray stones manner was the foe?

With their old-time namesWas it on a day of rout they compassed

Sellicks, Acklands, BabbaThee about,

combes. Or gat Ye these adornings when Ye

That green slope is Silence's; wrought their overthrow?

There he dwells with the dead peo

ple, “ 'Twas on a day of rout they girded Having hushed their laughs and Me about,

moans, They wounded all My brow, and they Ended all their prides and shames smote Me through the side:

In their six-foot homes. My hand held no sword when I met their armed horde,

It is quiet there: when rain comes And the conqueror fell down, and the

The green grass shines through: conquered bruised his pride." When the rain goes he bee hums What is this, unheard before, that the

And the blackbird pipes too. unarmed make war,

But the quiet is not ever broken And the slain hath the gain, and the

Even on Sabbaths by the worvictor hath the rout?

ship, or the bell: What wars, then, are these and what

There hath Silence set his unseen the enemies,


Set his spell. Strange Chief, with the scars of Thy conquest trenched about?

And here too, here beyond these sleep"The Prince I drave forth held the

ing Mount of the North,

On the other side the rusted, mossy Girt with the guards of flame that wall, roll round the pole.

Here comes Silence also softly creeping I drave him with My wars from all his With his unheard foot-fall. fortress-stars,

By the nettled and black-berried And the sea of death divided that My

byeways, march might strike its goal.

By the lanes, and on the climbing

highways, "In the keep of Northern Guard, many

Even to this highway's end a great dæmonian sword

where it goes down Burns as it turns round the Mount

Over cliffs where gulls and foam occult, apart:

are blown. There is given him power and place

Wanders he from his walled. still for some certain days,

green Sanctuary, And his Name would turn the Sun's

To the immemorial sea. blood back upon its heart.”

Frederick Niren. What is Thy Name? O show!-"My

Name ye may not know; 'Tis a going forth with banners, and

RICORDI. a baring of much swords:

Of a tower, of a tower, white But my titles that are high, are they In the warm Italian night, not upon my thigh?

Of a tower that shines and springs 'King of Kings! are the words. 'Lord I dream, and of our delight. of Lords';

of doves, of a hundred wings It is written 'King of Kings, Lord of Sweeping in sound that sings Lords.'”

Past our faces, and wide, Francis Thompson. Returning in tremulous rings. The Dublin Review.

Laurence Binyon.

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