this moment was fighting for his life. The papers containing the account of the marriage showed that the parties to it were in high spirits, and for that day, at least, forgot all the dark past, and the even darker future. They drove to the church in an open carriage; it was not uncharacteristic that Mrs. O'Shea held the reins. When they were driving back, Parnell was intercepted by the ubiquitous interviewer, and he declared with all the blitheness of a young bridegroom, that that was the happiest day of his life. The marriage produced different impressions in different circles. There were many who saw in it, if not the justification, the extenuation of the original offence, and the proof that the association of the two had not been the mere passing fancy of libertinage, but one of those devoted, loyal, and enduring affections which call for much forgiving. In Ireland, however, the effect was damaging to Parnell. There were strong supporters of his in all sections, sometimes, even in quarters where his support would not be expected. The fidelity, loyalty, and courage he had shown in his defense of a woman gained many women to his side, and it was one of the many ironies of this tragic conflict, in which many people regarded the fight as one for the purity of the home, Parnell had on his side most of the occupants of the convents in Ireland those retreats of prayer and self-sacrifice and purity unstained by such weaknesses of the flesh.

But the announcement of the marriage revealed even to the most obstinate believers in the innocence of Parnell that the original charge was well founded. Up to that time, the story of O'Shea, who was bitterly distrusted and disliked, was regarded by many of the simpler-minded people in Ireland as of the same category as the forged letter of Pigott, and as one of

the many conspiracies intended to deprive Ireland of the benefit of Parnell's leadership. That delusion could no longer be entertained, and there was a certain reaction against Parnell in quarters where hitherto he had been supported. But Parnell went steadily on, recking neither the violent attacks of his personal enemies, nor the coolness of and smallness of meetings in places where once he received the worship of teeming. thousands-apparently resolved to die rather than yield.

It was now evident to everybody that his health was breaking down under the strain of these constant journeys, these exciting and devastating appearances. In Ireland meetings

at least in the country districts are nearly always in the open air. Suffering severely from rheumatism, with one of his arms in a sling, with the look of death already in his face, Parnell went down to an open-air meeting in the county Roscommon. He lingered in Dublin. for a few hours, the next day paying visit after visit to prominent supporters in the hope of raising the capital to start a newspaper organ, and, if not turned from some of their doors, at least not finding them at home. As he left Dublin, he said to his friends that he would come over again on the following Sunday. He came over again on the following Sunday, but it was as a corpse.

Little is known of his last hours. The rheumatism of which there had been evidence in Ireland, and during his last meeting, evidently developed rapidly; before anybody knew that he was seriously ill, the news came that he was dead. There was a wild outburst of rage and grief among those who had remained on his side; his corpse was carried over to Ireland and buried, amid wild expressions of grief, and with the whole population of the city turning out to do honor to his

memory. His tomb is in Glasnevin Cemetery, which, though Roman Catholic, has become a Walhalla, without distinction of creed, for the distinguished leaders of the Irish move

ment.

Thus Parnell died for the passion and for the woman that had captured his soul some ten years before. As for the woman, little was heard of her I afterwards. Those who saw her at the time when Parnell first met her, unblinded by love, were unable to see the charms which proved to him so irresistible and so devastating. She had already passed her first youth, and her influence was probably due as much to strength of will as to physical charm. Whether she had a right to do so or not, she certainly dominated Parnell. She was the confidant of all his thoughts and secrets, she was brought by him into all those secret negotiations in which he was involved, and, though they never guessed it, the Irish people and their destinies lay often in her hands. From Parnell she certainly got a love as deep, as chivalrous, as self-sacrificing as ever was given to any heroine in history. He seemed to grudge every second which kept him from her side. The most solemn and

momentous engagements were broken or rushed through to get back to her, even after the absence of a few hours. Once, he appeared in the morning at an Irish meeting at Leeds. When his colleagues returned to his hotel to ask him to come to a huge meeting for which he had been announced in the evening, they learned that he was already on his way back to London, and though, of course, they did not realize it, to Mrs. O'Shea. Once, after months of work, his supporters in the south of Ireland had got him invited to open an exhibition in Cork; up to the last moment he refused to say definitely whether he would take the journey from Dublin to Cork to fulfill this engagement; at the last moment he made up his mind to do so, but he took the quickest train he could get to Cork, went straight from the station to the exhibition, opened it at express speed; after a two hours' stay in the city, was back at the railway station again, and then straight on by the fastest and earliest steamer and train to Mrs. O'Shea in Brighton. For her he lived, for her he died. And now, the last figure in this tragic tale has passed away. The drama was played out years ago, but its effects are with us still.

THE JOURNEY

BY MORAY

(Catherine of Braganza landed at Southampton, March 13, 1662.)

THE wind sang in the cordage; underfoot

The galleon quivered like a thing alive,

Freer than I, whom those in power up

root

From my quiet convent garden, where the hive

Still murmurs over tidings of my fate, Whispered at dawn by one of the

good nuns.

'Our Princess leaves us for the cares of State

And a great marriage.'

Booming of the guns,

And church bells ringing, while I stood forlorn,

Among my priests and women on the deck,

An exile from the place where I was born, The yoke of duty heavy on my neck. I said no word, only in dumb appeal My heart returned to my dear convent wall

And sun-warmed shrines where I was used to kneel;

Others may lie under the velvet pall And rise up brides of Christ; I must sail on

With my rich dowry, and my lack of grace.

'Maria Paz, Maria Concepcion,

How will he look when first he sees my face?

If I were fairer - I am Portuguese, Little and swarthy. I have still to

Mass said,

While sails were furled; from the low-wooded shore

Barges put forth to fetch us.. Stiff brocade

And many jewels on my coif I wore, A gorgeous puppet. So I went on land To take my frightened, silent part in banqueting,

And yield to strangers a cold clammy hand

Laden with rings, before the careless
King

Whose laughing eyes appraised - and put me by.

This was my journey's end, and all in vain

I prayed the Saints. That night I longed to die

While Charles was supping with the Castlemaine.

[The Japan Magazine] DAWN AT THE SHRINE

[Japanese poetry has developed under the patronage of the Imperial family. Almost all the Japanese Emperors were composers of poetry;

and from old times it has been a custom to hold the so-called 'Poetical Meeting' in the beginning of every year. On this occasion the poems composed by the Imperial family are published with many excellent ones which have been presented to them before. The two given here are the poems that Their Majesties the Emperor and Empress composed for this New Year.]

BY THE EMPEROR

WHILE praying unto God, I saw
The sacred lights of the Shrine grow
Fainter and shine less bright at dawn
Upon the white sleeves of my gown.

BY THE EMPRESS

The sun rose up in days of yore

Out of her heav'nly cave, I hear; She now comes out just as before: How pure Ise's first rays appear!

LEAGUE OF NATIONS SALARIES RAYMOND RECOULY reviews, in Le Figaro, M. Noblemaire's report on the League of Nation's budget. First, there is the secretary general with a salary of 600,000 francs, or $120,000 at normal exchange per annum, exempt from all income and other taxes. The under secretaries each receive 200,000 francs, or $40,000 per annum. There is a third under secretary who gets nearly 300,000 francs. Below these gentlemen in the financial hierarchy, six directors receive salaries which range from 100,000 to 150,000 francs, or from $20,000 to $30,000 per annum. Below these are eight commissioners whose salaries range from 60,000 to 90,000 francs, or from $12,000 to $18,000 per annum. Last of all, there is a humbler host of earnest workers - all serving the good cause - at salaries ranging from $6,000 to $12,000. One of the most striking facts in this report is that the head of the International Labor Bureau, a British Socialist, receives a salary of 360,000 francs. A British review observes: 'It is all the more galling to the penurious countries thus fleeced that rich and prosperous America, after patenting this project, should resolutely refuse to contribute a single cent to its upkeep.'

INTERNATIONAL TWO-AND-A-HALF

EUROPE now has three Socialist Internationals. The so-called Second International has been revived, and embraces the conservative wing of the Socialists of Europe and Great Britain - the so-called 'Social Patriots.' Its headquarters have recently been transferred from Brussels to London. The Third International, as is generally known, holds forth in Moscow, preaches revolution by force, and is the organ of Bolshevist world propaganda. Now, we have a Centrist International, half way between these, and dubbed by Vienna wits at its recent congress in that city, 'International Two-and-a-half.' It embraces the Socialist Parties of Europe and Great Britain which refused to support the war during the conflict, and which advocate revolution by law rather than revolution by force. This is the International whose preliminary programme we published in our issue of January 22. It has the support of organized political parties in Germany, France, Great Britain, Yugoslavia, Lettland, Russia, Switzerland, Czecho-Slovakia, and the United States, as well as the Jewish Socialist Party, Paole-Zion. Individual delegates were also present from several other countries. It will be noticed that

Italy, Spain, the Scandinavian kingdoms, and Holland were not officially represented.

The congress was a stormy one, not so much on account of internal differences as because of its antagonism to other radical movements. During the session, a telegram was received reporting the Bolshevist invasion of Georgia. A Roumanian delegate sprang to his feet and shouted: "This means that Roumania is in imminent danger of being overrun by those Bolshevist bandits.' Martoff, the Russian Menshevist delegate, almost inarticulate with excitement, declared: "This means the doom of the Russian revolution.' To understand this, it should be borne in mind that Georgia had a radical Socialist, but not a Bolshevist government.

GERMAN INDEMNITIES AND BRITISH BUSINESS

INTERESTING light is thrown upon the effect of the German indemnities, in a recent article in the London Statist, which says that the contributions hitherto exacted from England's former enemy have not operated wholly to Great Britain's advantage. "The merchant ships received are laid up in many ports, the newly built trawlers have been such a drug on the market that it is impossible to sell them, and the fishing interests have asked the government to refuse delivery of any more.' The coal received by France has stopped the demand for British coal in that country, with the result that British miners are unemployed, and labor at coal exporting ports is working short time. Simultaneously, we hear that unemployment is extending in French mining districts. Meantime, Austria is in distress for lack of coal. The general result seems to be 'a useless transfer of property from where it is urgently needed to

a place where it has little or no face value. German shipping would earn money for Germany and thereby enable her to create wealth which would benefit the Allies. Tonnage which lies idle in Allied harbors can be productive of no such good.'

BRITAIN'S DEBT TO AMERICA

DISCUSSING Great Britain's debt to the United States, the London Statist observes that for the first time since England's borrowings at Amsterdam were paid off, in the days of William and Mary, the country finds itself indebted to a foreign country. Whether the United States might or might not be willing to forego the total or partial repayment of the billion pounds sterling which England owes it, England could not afford to accept such a sacrifice from its creditor.

our

'We should have considered the inevitable consequences when we made the loans. A self-contained country might conceivably exist with little or no foreign trade; but it is impossible for a country situated as we are, with enormous population and restricted area, incapable as we are either of raising adequate supplies of food for our people, or of providing those people with the raw materials needed in their various industries, to exist without a foreign trade. In fact, we are wholly dependent upon such trade. We import, as the reader is aware, practically two thirds of our food supply, and some four fifths of the raw materials needed for maintaining our manufactures. As a result, confidence, and well-founded confidence, in our willingness to meet our obligations, and in our ability to do so, is essential.’

Discussing the recent attempts to promote discord between the British government and ourselves, the same paper says in substance, that the dis