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then at his olive face, and half inclined to “See,” said he, “no sorrowful books, take to my heels and run.
only Aristophanes and Lucian, Rabelais, We came at length to the ridge where Molière, Voltaire's novels, *Gil Blas,' the road dives suddenly into Tregarrick. Don Quixote,' Fielding, a play or two of
The town lies along a narrow vale, and Shakespeare, a volume or so of Swift, a looking down we saw flags waving along Horace, Prior's poems, and Sterne - that the street and much smoke curling from divine Sterne ! And a Latin Grammar the chimneys, and heard the church bells, and Virgil for you, little boy. First, eat the big drum, and the confused mutterings some snails." and hubbub of the fair. The sun — for But this I would not. So he pulled out the morning was still fresh — did not yet two three-legged stools, and very soon I pierce to the bottom of the valley, but fell was trying to fix my wandering wits and on the hillside opposite, where cottage decline mensa. gardens in parallel strips climbed up from After this I came on every half-holiday the town to the moorland.
for nearly a year. Of course the tenant “What is that? ”asked the goose-driver, of the glass-house was a nine days' wonder touching my arm and pointing to a dazzling in the town. A crowd of boys and even spot on the slope opposite.
many grown men and women would as" That's the sun on the windows of semble and stare into the glass-bouse Gardener Tonken's glass-house.”
while we worked; but Fortunio (he gave " Eh? - does he live there ?"
no other name) seemed rather to like it “He's dead, and the garden's “to let;' than not. Only when certain wiseacres. you can just see the board from here. But approached my parents with hints that my he didn't live there, of course. People studies with a ragged man who lived on don't live in glass-houses, only plants." snails and garden-stuff were uncommonly
“That's a pity, little boy, for their souls' like traffic with the devil, Fortunio, hearsakes. It reminds me of a story - by the ing the matter, walked over one morning way, do you know Latin? No? Well, to our home and had an interview with my listen to this : if I can sell my geese to-day, mother. I don't know what was said ; but perhaps I will hire that glass-house, and I know that afterwards no resistance was you shall come there on half-holidays, and made to my visits to the glass-house. learn Latin. Now run ahead and spend They came to an end in the saddest and your money."
most natural way. One September after. I was glad to escape, and in the bustle noon I sat construing to Fortunio out of of the fair quickly forgot my friend. But the first book of Virgil's “ Æneid” — so late in the afternoon, as I had my eyes far was I advanced; and coming to the glued to a peepshow, I heard a voice be passage hind me cry, “Little boy!” and turning,
Tum breviter Dido, vultum demissa, prosaw him again. He was without his geese.
" I have sold them,” he said, “ for £5; I had just rendered vultum demnissa “ with and I have taken the glass-house. The downcast eyes, when the book was rent is only £3 a year, and I shan't live snatched from me and hurled to the far longer, so that leaves me money to buy end of the glass-house. Looking up, I books. I shall feed on the snails in the saw Fortunio in a transport of passion. garden, making soup of them, for there 6. Fool - little fool! Will you be like is a beautiful stove in the glass-house. all the commentators ? Will you forget When is your next half-boliday?” what Virgil has said and put your own “On Saturday.”
nonsense into his golden mouth ? " Very well. I am going away to buy He stepped across, picked up the book, books; but I shall be back by Saturday, found the passage, and then turning back and then you are to come and learn Latin.”
a page or so, read out: It may
have been fear or curiosity, certainly it was no desire for learning, that
Sæpta armis solioque alte subnixa resedit. took me to Gardener Tonken's glass-house "Alte! Alte!” he screamed: “ Dido next Saturday afternoon. The goose- sat on high; Æneas stood at the foot of driver was there to welcome me.
her throne. Listen to this: Then Dido, “ Ah, little wide-mouth,” he cried; “I bending down her gaze knew you would be here. Come and see He went on translating. A rapture took. my library."
him, and the sun beat in through the glass He showed me a pile of dusty, tattered roof, and lit up his eyes as he went on volumes, arranged on an old flower-stand. I and on. He was transfigured ; his voice
swelled and sank with passion, swelled
“ No.” again, and then, at the words,
“No." Quæ te tam læta tulerunt Sæcula ? Qui tanti talem genuere parentes?
But I ran for a doctor. Fortunio lived
on for a week after this, and at length it broke, the Virgil dropped from his hand, consented to see a clergyman. I brought and sinking down on his stool he broke the vicar, and was told to leave them alone into a wild fit of sobbing.
together and come back in an hour's time. Oh, why did I read it? Why did I When I returned, Fortunio was stretched read this sorrowful book?". And then quietly on the rough bed we had found for checking his sobs, he looked up at me him, and the vicar, who knelt beside it, with dry eyes.
was speaking softly in his ear. “Go away, little one. Don't come As I entered on tiptoe, I heard : again; I am going to die very soon now." ... in that kingdom shall be no
I stole out, awed and silent, and went weeping home. But the picture of him kept me "Oh, parson," interrupted Fortunio,
“ awake that night, and early in the morn.
" that's bad. I'm so bored with laughing, ing I dressed and ran off to the glass. you see, that the good God might surely house.
allow a few tears." He was still sitting as I had left him. The parish buried him, and his books
Why have you come ?” he asked went to pay for the funeral. But I kept harshly. "I have been coughing. I am the Virgil; and this, with the few memgoing to die."
ories that I impart to you, is all that re“ Then I'll fetch a doctor."
mains to me of Fortunio.
A CORRESPONDENT sends to the Noncon- the ordinary argument. For I know I myself formist the following letter, written by Robert have been aware of the communication of Browning in 1876 to a lady, who, believing something more subtle than a ratiocinative herself to be dying, wrote to thank him for process, when the convictions of 'genius' the help she had derived from his poems, have thrilled my soul to its depths, as when mentioning particularly “Rabbi Ben Ezra ” Napoleon, shutting up the New Testanient, and " Abt Vogler,”' and giving expression to said of Christ: Do you know that I am an the deep satisfaction of her mind that one so understander of men? Well, he was highly gifted with genius should hold, as he man!' ("Savez-vous que je me connais en held, to the great truths of our religion, and hommes ? Eh bien, celui-là ne fut pas un to a belief in the glorious unfolding and crown- homme.') Or as when Charles Lamb, in a ing of life in the world beyond the grave. gay fancy with some friends as to how he and
“19 Warwick-crescent, W., May 11, '76. they would feel if the greatest of the dead “Dear Friend, - It would ill become me were to appear suddenly in flesh and blood to waste a word on my own feelings except once more-on the final suggestion, 'And if inasmuch as they can be common to us both Christ entered this room?' changed his manner in such a situation as you describe yours to be at once, and stuttered out - as his manner - and which, by sympathy, I can make mine was when moved, You see, if Shakespeare by the anticipation of a few years at most.
It entered, we should all rise; if he appeared, we is a great thing — the greatest — that a human must kneel.' Or, not to multiply instances being should have passed the probation of as when Dante wrote what I will transcribe life, and sum up its experience in a witness to from my wife's Testament - wherein I rethe power and love of God. I dare congratu- corded it fourteen years ago: ‘Thus I be
All the help I can offer, in my poor lieve, thus I affirm, thus I am certain it is, degree, is the assurance that I see ever more that from this life I shall pass to another betreason to hold by the same hope - and that ter, there, where that lady lives, oi whom my by no means in ignorance of what has been soul was enamored.' Dear friend, I may advanced to the contrary; and for your sake have wearied you in spite of your good-will. I would wish it to be true that I had so much God bless you, sustain, and receive you ! of 'genius' as to permit the testimony of an Reciprocate this blessing with yours affectionespecially privileged insight to come in aid of ately,
Fifth Series, Volumo LXIX,
No. 2387.- March 29, 1890.
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CONTENTS. I. THE FUTURE OF RUSSIA IN ASIA. By Arminius Vambery,
National Review, VII. GERMAN COLONIES IN THE HOLY LAND, Chambers' Journal, VIII. EDWARD FITZGERALD,
Temple Bar, IX. SPORT WITH WILD ELEPHANTS,
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Sweep, glorious wings, adown the wind; The rose that is perfect to-day is blown over
fly, swallow, to the west; full to-morrow;
Before thee, life and liberty; behind, a
ruined nest. Life is nothing but change, and change is nothing but sorrow.
Blow, freshening breeze, sweep, rapid wing,
for all the winds are thine,
The nest is only clay. The world sways back and forth, a measureless vast machine,
The rapid wings were stretched in flight,
the swallow sped away, High and low, and ever bringing back what
And left its nest beneath the eaves, the has been.
much-loved bit of clay,
Turned with the sun, to go where'er the happy The days that dawn and die, the moons that sun might shine, wax and wane,
And passed into the day. The seasons that freeze and burn, the grain
EDWARD THRING. and the crop and the grain,
Are symbols of change unchanging, of cycles whirling by,
A WINTER SONG. The living aping the dead, and ripe in their turn to die.
THERE is a break in the winter, dearest,
Peace in the blue air's untarnished realm, Could we clear our eyes to gaze, we should Snowdrops are out, and an early throstle
Warbles ere dawn on our tallest elm. see to the verge of time The long dead level of death and life and love Let us go up to the hill pines yonder, and crime,
Tidings to catch, if we can, of spring,
Larks will be loud o'er the bleak fields, dear. Torn and tossed by passion, and ridged and
est, quarried with graves
Maybe the robin at Shirley sing. As the changeless level of ocean is broken by tides and waves.
Look, to the heart of the dark plantation
Soft gleams of tenderness steal and stay, Where shall our feet find rest? Or is there a Murmurs, above us, around us, dearest, rest to find ?
Almost the hum of a summer's day. Is rest a dreamy delusion shaped by a restless mind?
Winter of sorrow has wounded, dearest,
Track of our footsteps has been by graves A rainbow arching our sky, looked on but Springtime is near, and comfort and beauty, never possest?
Love that transfigures, and lifts, and saves. Our feet must stumble on, while our hearts Spectator.
JOSEPH TRUMAN. cry out for rest.
The world sways back and forth, suns kindle
and flash and die, Our stars arise and set till the dawn of eter
A.D. 1590. nity.
So do they love, Aemilia and her lord, Chambers' Journal.
That neither knows the other's faults at all
Because some kiss anticipates the word.
Nor do their virtues larger scope afford O SWALLOW, with resistless wing, that hold'st Of self-delight, or knowledge mutual; the air in fee,
Since each believes their own too weak and O swallow, with thy joyous sweep u'er earth
small and sunlit sea,
To live unaided by the other's hoard. O swallow, who, if night were thine, would'st wheel amongst the stars,
Thus they abide, in childlike ignorance Why linger round the eaves ?
If either owe the other aught of ill, Unhappy I free of all the world hast knit Or if the one have anything of good
thy soul to clay ? And glued thy heart up on the wall, thou Except the other. Oh, most blessed chance, swiftest child of day?
More subtle-sweet than art, that hath this Claim, glorious wing, thy heritage; break, skill break thy prison bars,
To blend two souls in such beatitude ! Nor linger round the eaves.
BY ARMINIUS VAMBERY.
From The Nineteenth Century. and in the Iberian peninsula. The rays of THE FUTURE OF RUSSIA IN ASIA.
the light of Islam that streamed towards
the north-east lit up only the outer surface A CONFUSED picture of moral degrada- of the life of the Turko-Tartar population, tion shot across with single rays of strange and consequently could contribute little virtues belonging to a patriarchal state of to the refinement of manners, the eleva. things; an appalling pool of religious tion of the mind, and the happiness of that bigotry crossed by dark shadows of blind portion of mankind. The Mohammedan superstition and crass ignorance ; a wild civilization of central Asia, such as I saw fury of unbridled tyranny and arbitrary it, may have been that which prevailed in power, hand in hand with local and tempo- the remotest corners of the caliph's emrary anarchy; in one spot the choicest pire when the Abbasides were at the favors of nature, in another the most utter height of their power. The constantly desolation; nowhere the slightest trace recurring inroads of hordes of warlike of self-reliance ; everywhere the greatest nomads and the isolation produced by the helplessness before the rage of the ele- sandy deserts of the steppes caused the ments such were the principal features first influence of the culture of Arabia and of central Asiatic life when I traversed Persia to become soon stereotyped in the that region twenty-five years ago. As I oasis-lands of central Asia, and to remain gradually in the course of years made my completely free from the influences which way from eastern Europe into the interior affected Islam in those lands in which it of the Asiatic world, my mind's eye, so to came in contact with the classicism of the say, accustomed itself to the gradual dis- Greeks, appearance of European enlightenment The arrested development and, so to and the thickening darkness of Asiatic say, petrifaction of the first germs of civbarbarism. European Turkey, Asia Mi- ilization which had been imported from the nor, and Persia seemed to me so many south is to be observed in all departments separate steps by which I descended into of life and in every nook and corner of the the deep dark vault of the old Asiatic vast territory stretching from the Thien. views of life and the world. As I moved Shan to the Caspian Sea, from the Kirin the uncanny darkness of this unfamiliar ghiz Steppe to the Oxus. Religion, the world, I soon became aware that I had life and soul of everything there, the gone back several centuries in the history sheet-anchor of the political and civil of the world. Among the Turkomans and organization, could display its power only the Kirghizes on the right bank of the in uncouth externals, without a trace of Oxus I found myself in such a state of any inward spirituality, rooted in a real things as may have existed in Europe religious sentiment. People went to before the appearance of the Romans. mosque partly out of habit, partly from The life in tents, the primitive organiza- fear of the four-thonged whip wielded by tion of society in which custom took the the reis (chief of the police), who scoured place of law; men destitute of all the the streets and bazaars. People gave comforts of life, where it was still neces. alms, went on the pilgrimage to Mecca, sary on occasions to obtain fire by the performed the ceremonial ablutions, ate, friction of two pieces of dry wood, natu- drank, and dressed according to the strict rally excited my youthful curiosity to the letter of the law, not out of feelings of highest degree. In the cultivated oases piety, but out of fear of denunciation and of the three khanates the civilization of the severe punishments attached to the Islam had of course to some extent mod. breach of the code of Islam. In political ified that archaic state of things. Still affairs the abuses of the Asiatic form of the culture which the monotheism of government made their appearance in Arabia had brought into the high plateau most frightful forms. After the pattern of Turan was fundamentally different from of Mohammedan government had changed the brilliant results which it achieved in from the simple character of the emirate western Asia, on the banks of the Nile, to the autocratic despotism of the sultan.