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ought to have their own heroes and prophets. Tennyson and Browning must be more to them than Wordsworth. But we can (and, alas! do) transmit, to them our habits of contempt, only by a just retribution they are turned against men who have been our benefactors. And as we grow older and colder, we lose our early attachments, without entering into the sympathies of the coming age and learning to respect its teachers. But surely this need not be so. Cannot you, who are critics, cultivate in us, both young and old, a better and truer mind? Why will you not teach us how we may profit by each of the writers that have been given us, whether they wrote masculine

volves certain dogmatic opinions or certain | Wordsworth has certainly diminished. We religious sentiments, is a dead thing to one cannot transmit our admirations to our as to the other. To Keble it was not a sons. It is not fit that we should. They merely dead thing. He had English, however they might be reduced into mere Anglican, sympathies; when he wrote The Christian Year, the grander events of the Jewish history were at least living pictures to his imagination, if they were not substantive facts of his life. But evidently the idolatry of the fathers who had no country robbed him of his precious possession. The living pictures became poor likenesses or adumbrations of some New Testament notion or symbol. What was there in such a conception to match the faith of the Puritans, who believed that the sword of Gideon was the sword of the Lord at all times, and might be unsheathed in their days as much as in the days of the Midianites? That or feminine verses? Why will you not was a masculine faith; not quite satisfactory, I fancy, without some feminine accompaniments, but better perhaps than any which is purely feminine, for that may scratch with nails, if it cannot lift any stouter weapon.

show us that one has a commission to do what another cannot do, and that if he has executed his commission imperfectly, we may be the wiser for that very imperfection? Mr. Swinburne, who has undertaken to instruct us about Lord Byron, would be If I am right in these observations- if greatly amused at such a discussion as I this school has enfeebled itself by its con- have been engaged in. He would regard temptuous. treatment of the writers whom it as the attempt of one member of the it could not understand, and perhaps had parti prêtre to defend another, and to prove no call to understand - should we not be that all poetry should be the minister of very careful of imitating its narrowness divinity. No, Sir, I do not speak of Mr. and exclusiveness? Can we make men Keble as a doctor in divinity ; I have learnt masculine by denouncing them for being more of that from Lord Byron. Most men feminine? Can we exalt the higher poetry who were young men or boys in the Reor quicken the growth of any such among gency, or in the early part of George IV.'s ourselves, by denouncing that which we reign, passed though the Byronic fever. It consider lower that which may have pro- might vary in degrees of virulency; it duced very mean imitations, but which has might last through the twenty-one days, or served to cheer some of the best spirits the crisis might come earlier. Anyhow, I among us, nay, which has ministered great- believe, it was meant to strengthen, not to ly to the refinement and purification of enfeeble, the constitutions which underwent English society? I cannot say how I am it. Most perhaps laughed at themselves oppressed by the thought that the most for this experience, as Lord Byron laughed beautiful faculty of our times is employed at himself for having caused it. But now, chiefly in this negative destructive work, in looking back and trying to understand chiefly in showing us what we are not to the nature of the epidemic,-in trying to prize and love. I do not mean that this trace its stages through the books which use of criticism specially belongs to the called it forth, I do perceive profound present generation. We and our fathers lessons of morality and divinity in them have all turned it to that account, our which I have not been able to derive from children are only improving upon the ex- Wordsworth or from Keble. If I were left ample that we set them. The Edinburgh to The Christian Year and The Excursion, reviewers and all the fashion of the day I might fancy that some sacerdotal medidenounced Wordsworth. He proved too cines could heal the consciences of ordinary strong for them. The critics bowed before men, that a mixture of Pantheism with the poet. But the poet's disciples became these potions could make them available for saucy critics. They spoke contemptuously philosophers. Manfred cures me of that of Pope, whom their fathers honoured. delusion. When he a representative of The revenge came. I do not know if the of our age- asks the spirits to give him study of Pope has increased. The study of forgetfulness, and they answer that they

can give him anything but that, he drives | standard of excellence. It gives us no parme back upon Luther. I see that our century needs a divine redemption and reconciliation as much as the sixteenth century needed them, needs them without the limitations which that century supposed to be reasonable and possible. But having grounded myself in my theology by assiduous attendance on the discourses of Mr. Swinburne's favourite preacher, may I not improve my humanity by listening to less terrible instructors? One may be called "feminine," the other "culinary." I can discern much cleverness and some appropriateness in each epithet. But surely the talent of discovering and labelling defects is not the one to be most esteemed in a liberal and comprehensive age. Your obedient servant,

A SEXAGENARIAN.

[Our correspondent surely mistakes in supposing that because a criticism is partly negative in form it is negative in essence. We agree with him in thinking criticism purely negative on any great writer, any truly popular writer, bad. Whatever the defects of the criticism on Keble, we do not hesitate to say that its writer has seldom put more positive conviction into any criticism. — ED. Spectator.]

ticular recipe for dealing with the family next door, who, in spite of the thinness of London walls, persist in practising the flute every evening from nine o'clock to eleven. The Catechism throws no light upon the subject, and seems, when we think of it under such circumstances, to have been written chiefly in order to do good to people who reside in country parts. The code which should regulate the intercourse of neighbours in the country seems comparatively plain. They are pretty sure to know each other, as acquaintances at least, and to have plenty of opportunities of mutual courtesy or mutual backbiting. They go to the same church, to the same county balls, distribute port wine and blankets to the same sick families, and ride after the same pack of hounds. Such being the case, it is as well to know them and to be civil to them; and, if we only act up to the spirit and letter of the Catechism, we shall know how to do it. To dine with each other occasionally, to subscribe to the same book club, to encourage the respective and rival gardeners to exchange the cold courtesy of cuttings, to keep one's fences in good condition, not to quarrel about electioneering or about occupation roads, and, above all, never to abuse each other except in the strictest confidence- - such are some of the wholesome and useful laws that good sense and propriety dictate to country neighbours. The Catechism is again especially valuable for the lower orders, particularly for those who live in the same village, or on the same property. They will always be wanting to borrow each other's kettles or teapots, or THE whole duty of next-door neighbours chairs or tables, and one of the special parts has never perhaps been thoroughly investi- of a parson's business is to preach at them, gated by any moral philosopher. The and to teach them to be willing to lend each Catechism certainly teaches us, at a very other what they want. The whole duty of early age, how we ought to conduct our- a country labourer is well summed up in the selves towards our neighbour in the abstract. formulary in question, which, though capaBut it is understood that the neighbour of ble of application indirectly to the rich, the Catechism only stands for any one who, appears at the first blush to have been from the point of view of a common and written expressly for the poor. Everybody tailless humanity, ought to be regarded, for will go right so long as the poor obey the moral and religious purposes, as a man and policeman, the clergyman, and the squire, a brother. It is our bounden duty to love order themselves lowly and reverently to all our white brothers, washed or unwash- all their betters, keep their hands from ed, and perhaps even black ones, as our-picking and stealing, and their tongues selves, and to be true and just in all our from lying and slandering; especially if sodealings to them. So much may be conceded on all hands, and it is quite right that such an unexceptionable sentiment should be put into the Prayer-book, and taught once a week to every young person who has not been confirmed. But this golden rule, like all golden rules, is an ideal

From The Saturday Review.
NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOURS.

briety, and an industrious desire to get their living in that station of life to which they are called, are added to the preceding habits of modesty and virtue. Every one, however, will acknowledge that London next-door neighbours are not connected with each other as closely as neighbours in

the above-mentioned cases. The relationment, in the case of the former tie, which of next-door neighbourhood is at best a makes it palatable and endurable. A lease cold, casual, cheerless tie. It implies a com- for years is not like nature. Interest in a mon party-wall, a common gas company, a common chimney and common drainage common tax-gatherer and dust-cart, and a does not give one the capacity for enjoying common entrance to separate stables. It is concerted music through a wall, or appreevident that the code of morals applicable to ciating the various efforts made by the such a state of things is altogether different juvenile members of an unseen family to from the code supplied by the Catechism; and acquire a mastery over polka music and the yet it is important to have some practical scales. Music which is said to soothe savregulations in one's head, the observance of age beasts would be anything but soothing which will lead with certainty to the gen- to a Siamese twin. Perhaps the greatest eral comfort of both parties. If such regu- instance of human misery which the imagilations differ from the golden standard laid nation can conceive would be the spectacle down by the authority of the Church, the of Mr. Babbage united irrevocably to a difference is due to the peculiarity of the Siamese partner who was fond of the concircumstances, not to any deficiency in the certina or the French horn. The evils to golden standard of the Church itself. which Mr. Babbage has not been condemn"Know thyself" is a precept as old as all ed by nature any of us may be condemned philosophy, and one which, in modern to endure by the caprice of fortune. Haptimes as well as ancient, is rightly thought py are the people who on one side or other to be the secret of most worldly happiness. of their domestic hearth, are not subjected To make it perfect for the uses of life in to an equally severe misfortune of the sort, large towns, it ought, as the sage who invent and as it appears to be a law of harmony ed it would probably admit, to be slightly, that musical sounds should get out of tune though only slightly, amplified. The en- during the process of passing through bricks tire and amended maxim would be quite as and mortar, the lot of those who live next easy to remember, and would possibly run door to musical households is not enviable. thus: "Know thyself, but do not know Nor is it easy to say how far human patience thy next-door neighbour." The Catechism ought to be carried. If flutes and the gais quite consistent with this reading. We mut should be endured without a murmur, are told to "love" our neighbour, but we what is the limit of endurance? are nowhere told to make his acquaintance. Scotchmen are supposed, with some reason, Whether we shall do so or not is an open to be fond of bagpipes; and it would seem point as far as religion is concerned, and a naturally hard to a Scotchman living in philanthropic desire for his best welfare, London if he were altogether interdicted, both here and hereafter, is quite compatible both on week days and Sundays, from the with not knowing him in the flesh. All enjoyment of his national melodies. Any experience warns us that acquaintances of us may, therefore, in the course of a are much more lovable at a little distance, long and happy life, be placed in the posiand the mathematical chances in favour of tion of living next door to a bagpipe-loving both liking and knowing a casual next-door Scotchman, and we ought to be prepared neighbour are less than the chances of lik- for the emergency. For a long time moring him without knowing him at all. Si-ality and manners would bid us to try and amese twins would perhaps go through the bear up cheerfully and happily under the world more happily and comfortably if they infliction. We should go on endeavouring never permitted their compulsory connection to carry them beyond a mere bowing acquaintance with each other. And while London houses continue to be built as badly as they are now built, next-door neighbours are in a position not altogether unlike that of Siamese twins. In some respects they are even worse off. Nature, it is said, usually confers upon Siamese twins the same tastes and the same predilections. One brother likes what the other brother likes, and feels what the other brother feels. The union of a common wall is as indissoluble as the bond of flesh and blood; but there is unhappily no providential arrange

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to love the Scotchman and his Scotch children, even if we could not bring ourselves to love his bagpipes, on the sound though subtle distinction that one may love the sinner, though one detests the sin. Some day or other we should probably in the long run break down, and determine to remonstrate. It is evidently much easier to remonstrate with the neighbour of whom you know nothing, except that he is a Scotchman with a passion for the Highlands and Highland harmony, or a merchant in the Turkey trade who is teaching himself singing for his private pleasure, than to remonstrate with a family one knows, in

whose musical achievements, however imperfect, we ought to be supposed by a polite fiction to take a friendly interest. For fear, accordingly, of bagpipes next door, and all the class of annoyances that may be ranged generally under the head of bagpipes, it is better to be neighbours only, without being acquaintances as well. It is possible to indicate to ladies and gentlemen of whom you know nothing, in the language of the poet, that "sounds heard are sweet," but "those unheard are sweeter;" but it is scarcely possible to interfere with the relaxations of friends with whom you dined yesterday, and who are going to dine with you to-morrow. It is true that familiar intimacy with the musicians might save one from some few trifling evils. Among the disadvantages of next-door music ought, perhaps, to be ranked its startling incongruities. By the morning post you have heard, perhaps, of the death of a near relation. The blinds are drawn down, and you are preparing to spend the day in quiet and propriety, when suddenly "Lesbia hath a beaming eye comes pealing through the wall. This is a misfortune for which there is no cure, and the only thing to be done is to bear it with equanimity. A bold man may nerve himself so far as to protest against an unlimited supply of bagpipes, but human audacity is not equal to that of sending in to request that until the funeral of your grandmother is over the family will confine themselves to dead marches, and eschew lively music. A friend next door would on such occasions be a gain instead of a loss. The rule, however, probably holds good in spite of exceptions; and experience with respect to nextdoor neighbours is in favour of all courtesy and politeness, but no intimacy.

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Music, meanwhile is by no means the worst of the intra-mural visitations to which nextdoor neighbours are exposed. It is bad enough, but children are much worse. Babies ought to be a great comfort to their parents, to make up for the misery they entail upon the next-door neighbour. A good healthy baby can make itself heard through any number of feet of brick wall, and that innocent portion of the human race, which is always amply revenging itself on society for the unkindness of Herod, cannot be silenced by any expostulation. No vindictive feeling of which the human breast is capable comes up perhaps to the bitter burning hatred which the most charitable of men feels to a baby whose bedroom is only separated from his own by a London partition. At such a crisis all the instructions of the Catechism

vanish into nothing. It may be just possible to love your neighbour, but it is not possible to love your neighbour's baby, especially between four and six o'clock in the morning. It is a curious question, and one that one would like to see answered from statistics, whether Scotchmen like the sound of babies as much as they do that of bagpipes. There is more variety in the bagpipe; but, on the other hand, it is not, strictly speaking, one of nature's noises, and not so suggestive of domestic happiness. Yet a bagpipe on the other side of the wall, one is inclined to think, would be the more cheerful of the two. There are limits to bagpipes. They play chiefly between sunrise and sunset, and usually in the open air. Nobody could object to a baby on a distant hill, or at a Highland gathering, or a national ceremo ny, especially if it was heard only at fixed hours and at stated intervals. In London no regulation of the kind is feasible, and while next-door music only disturbs quiet conversation and repose, babies, like Macbeth, murder the sleep itself. While such sufferings are inflicted and endured from house to house, it is idle to talk of the nuisance of hurdy-gurdies and street music.

Life is too short, and the world is too crowded, to permit of next-door neighbours being united by any real tie. In the country, neighbours have at any rate common duties, and to a certain, extent, common interests. In a large metropolis, they have neither. Business and bustle take up the greater portion of the day, and one virtue after another which is proverbially characteristic of a less crowded society must of necessity disappear. Hospitality itself no longer means, with most of us, what it did a hundred years ago, or what it still means in less populated regions. It might and does, under altered circumstances, entail a relationship of host and guest, to violate the conventionalities of which would be a crime. It no longer, nowadays, implies more than the barest and most naked acquaintance. One is at liberty to dislike and to abuse those whose hospitality one has received, for the simple reason that one generally knows far more of one's host's dinners than of one's host himself. In a few months one might pass him in the street without recognising, or being recognised in turn. The obligation, if any, which we have contracted towards him under his roof is easily discharged by the exchange of a similar courtesy ; and men and women who have dined at each other's houses go on their way again with as little ceremony as if they had only

met at a table d'hôte. One cause of this is that men are too busy, as a rule, to meet each other except over the dinner-table. If they do not meet in this way, they will never meet at all; and the casual acquaintanceship formed at a dinner-table only lasts about a couple of hours. The relation of neighbourhood, like the relation of hospitality, is no longer what it was. Once to be a good neighbour was one of the virtues inculcated from childhood upon the English gentleman. There is hardly such a thing in modern times as a good neighbour. It is hardly possible that there should be. Railways and large towns have put an end to . local ties. The whole duty of next-door neighbours is probably summed up in the maxim to let each other alone, and to abstain from annoying each other when the chance occurs. Mutual convenience will usually suggest some such compromise, but there is little beyond mutual convenience at the bottom, even if such a compromise is made. The metropolis in particular is a vast pool, on the top of which both brazen and earthen vessels float, and find themselves from time to time in juxtaposition. All that they can expect from one another is that mutual forbearance without which passers in the street would be perpetually jostling. Musical neighbours are a sad tax on such forbearance; but there are few next-door neighbours who would feel called upon to abate their own pleasures, even if they were suddenly made conscious what a nuisance those simple pleasures were to those about them.

MR. BANCROFT AND EARL RUSSELL. LORD RUSSELL TO MR. ADAMS.

CHESHAM PLACE, Feb. 28, 1866. Dear Mr. Adams, -I observe in the Daily News of yesterday extracts from a speech of Mr. Bancroft delivered in the House of Representatives on the 12th inst. In this speech, Mr. Bancroft is represented to have said, referring to the breaking out of the civil war:-"The British Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs made haste to send word through the palaces of Europe that the great republic was in its agony; that the republic was no more; that a headstone was all that remained due by the law of nations to the late Union." "

As words pronounced on such an occasion and by so eminent a man as Mr. Ban

croft may have an effect far beyond the injury which my personal character might suffer, I must request you to convey to Mr. Bancroft my denial of the truth of his allegations, and to refer him to facts of a totally opposite character.

Soon after the news of the resistance in arms of the Southern States to the Government of the Union arrived in this country a member of the House of Commons stated in his place that the bubble of republicanism had burst. I replied in the same debate that the bubble of republicanism had not burst, and that if the curse of slavery_still hung about the United States, it was England who had made them the gift of the poisoned garment which was now their torment. In fact, I have never had any doubt that whether the United States consented to separation or pursued the war to extremity, the great Western republic would remain, happily for the world, a powerful and independent republic.

The authors of the Declaration of Independence, in declaring for separation from Great Britain, after enumerating their complaints of her conduct, go on to say: "We must therefore acquiesce in the necessity which denounces our separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, enemies in war, in peace friends."

That we should be enemies in war is easily understood, but when we are at peace why should we not be friends, as the great men of the American revolution intended us to be? If they in a moment of separation and of war looked forward to a period of peace and of friendship, why should we, more than three-quarters of a century after these events, keep up sentiments of irritation and hostility, founded on a mistaken apprehension of facts, and tending to lay the foundation of permanent alienation, suspicion and ill-will.

As Mr. Bancroft's speech is likely to have very extensive publicity, I reserve to myself the power of making public this letter at such time as I shall judge fit.

I remain, my dear Mr. Adams,
Your faithful servant,
RUSSELL.

P. S.-I subjoin an extract of my speech on the 30th of May, 1861, as reported in Hansard's Debates.

MR. BANCROFT TO MR. ADAMS IN REPLY.

NEW YORK, March 23, 1866. My Dear Mr. Adams, —I have received from you, by Lord Russell's desire, a copy of

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