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was very irksome indeed. Neverthe-fanatical in his hatred of England and less, I shall miss the paltry pittance the English, and, as a ruler, unconthe emoluments of office, as it were promisingly despotic in his instincts. and perhaps also the distinction of ser- This view of him has been arrived at sice."
through the telegraphic fiction which It is some years since John joined malice and political exigencies have the majority, but there are many who cause to be given to the world. It is remember him with affection and re- time the public saw the other side of gret. The students of the days when the picture. A young man called to he was college porter are scattered far rule at an age when most Europeans and wide, in towns and villages of En- have scarcely begun to seriously congland, in India, and America, in the sider the question of the battle of life ; colonies and the islands of the South full of energy, pluck, and ambition ; Seas; but whenever two or three of possessed of an indomitable will, impathem meet and old memories are tient of restraint, and anxious to be up exchanged, John reappears, the old and doing. stories are retold, quaint traits and In manner his Highness strikes one amusing incidents are recalled, and the at first as being somewhat cold — the passing moment is made all the hap- coldness of Oriental reserve tempered pier by the image of one who made so with not a little natural shyness. But much of the bappiness of the past. this reserve once broken, quite another And were it granted to the invisible to man unfolds himself before one. His be present at a visible reunion, surely frank, pleasing countenance lights up it would not detract from the celestial with almost European vivacity, the content of the old man to know that half-mistrustful, questioning look in his even a porter may contribute to the eyes gives place to a look of confidence ; distinctive life and the most cherished he converses brightly, intelligently, memories of the college he adorned. seizes a point with marked quickness,
and is most ready with his replies. For one so young his general knowledge
and insight into things are really reFrom The Strand Magazine. markable. He has a high opinion of THE KHEDIVE OF EGYPT.
his dignity, and the training he reHis Highness, Abbas II., whose visit ceived at the strictest court in Europe to England will increase the popular that of Austria — has left a strong interest in his personality, is a very impression upon him.
The officials, different man from the ordinary type who, under the easy-going régime of his. of Oriental sovereign. He has none father had such an easy time of it, find of his religious bigotry, his narrowness him a somewhat severe disciplinarian, of thought, or ignorance of the outside but no one can honestly question his world, its people, and its languages. sense of justice. Since his coming to On the contrary, he is a man of consid- the throne he has made many radical erable enlightenment, speaks several changes at the palace. In the old days. languages fluently, has visited many people used to drop in, much after the European countries, and is now seek- fashion of dropping in at a club, under ing to draft on to the Egyptian system the pretext of State affairs, to drink such of the European institutions as coffee and smoke cigarettes with the he considers suitable for his country. officials. Nous avons change tout cela, Whilst the Khedive Abbas is, and has bowever, for Khedive Abbas emphatfor some time past been, about the ically declared at the outset that he most-discussed ruler the world takes would not have his palace turned into a cognizance of, he is at the same time Viennese café ; so to-day free coffee, the most misunderstood. To the pub- free smokes, officially speaking, are lic eye he is a stubborn, stiff-necked “off” at the Abdin Palace ; the inevOriental with the wilfulness of youth, itable gossip, minus the smokes and
the drinks, is, however, still on — very | result, and the representative and his much on.
colleagues — for the press in Cairo is a Khedive Tewlik was not a great close fraternity — took it out of his stickler for forms and ceremony, but Highness in their own way. there is nothing that the present khe- His Highness is quite a sportsman, dive is so particular about as the man- is an excellent shot, and is fond of ridner in which those, no matter how ing and driving. He has all an Orienhighly placed, conduct themselves in tal’s love of horseflesh, and he has his presence, any relaxation of the pre- recently caused a commission to be apscribed form of respect meeting with pointed to improve the breed of horses, severe condemnation at his hands. and prizes to the value of about £1,000 Ilis Highness's look of indignation are given by him at horse shows in when a certain European official pre- different parts of the country. At his sumed to cross his legs whilst seated in model farm one sees imported specihis presence will never be forgotten by mens of all that is best in Europe of those who witnessed it. At the recep- horses, cattle, and poultry. For his tion which his Highness did me the laborers he has erected a model village, honor of extending me at the Abdin with school, club, and mosque ; they Palace (in the State reception-room), I have also a fire-engine station. All was much struck by the great defer- these his Highness supports at his own ence paid him by his ministers. His expense. Like the sultan of Turkey, Highness's English secretary is Brews- he, from a State-work standpoint, is a ter Bey, one of the most straightfor- hard worker. He rises every morning ward and at the same time most amiable a little after five, and, after dressing, of the khedive's personal staff. In rides round the home farm or to the Brewster Bey, who is an Englishman, parade ground at Abbassyeh, returning his Highness has implicit confidence, to Koubbeh at half past seven to breakand he could, no doubt, relate many fast. His breakfast is generally brief, instances of the generous treatment being over in about half an liour, so that Englishmen have received at the khe- at eight o'clock he commences work on dive's hands, for he is the medium affairs of State, not in a merely perbetween his Highness and his country- functory way, but in real earnest ; for men, and knows, perhaps better than he goes minutely into every detail of any one else, the khedive’s real feel- any question that comes before him, ings towards England and the English. and, until this is done, nothing is either His Highness has never, unfortunately, put aside or decided upon. His attenstood well with the representatives of tion to State business lasts till noon, the English press in Cairo, and the when he lunches with his personal British public has formed its opinion suite. Luncheon over, he attends to of him from the views advanced by his private correspondence, and reads these representatives in the newspa- the newspapers of the day. From pers here. The first difference with three to five he receives visits from the the English press arose in a very curi- diplomatic corps and other officials. ous way — but from small things do This over, he rides or drives until sungreat matters sometimes spring. A set, seldom failing to visit the stables, representative of one of the great Lon- dairy, etc., at the home farm before don dailies called at the Abdin Palace sitting down to dinner. After dinner to see the khedive, attired in a garb his Highness passes the evening with proscribed by the rules and regulations his khedivial mother — by the by, one at the palace — the orthodox frock-coat of the most beautiful women in the and chimney-pot hat being de rigueur East — and his sisters. In the summer for callers. The khedive, as was to months the khedive leaves Cairo for have been expected, refused to see his the cooler air of Alexandria, where he visitor. A complaint was made to resides at the palaces of Ras-el-Tin or Lord Cromer, but, of course, without Ramleh. STUART CUMBERLAND.
No. 2625. — October 27, 1894.
CONTENTS. L ST. TERESA,
London Quarterly Review, II. AN AFTERNOON CALL,
Temple Bar, III. A RECENT VISIT TO HARRAR. By Walter B. Harris,
Blackwood's Magazine, IV. THE UNCONSCIOUS HUMORIST,
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THE DESMOND'S WAKE.
With a curse on thy life, Thy cousin's tedious life is sped,
On horses, houses, goods, and wife, And the Desmond lies in his narrow bed,
Desmond the heir ! And the mass for his sinful soul is said, And the bride that was his is thine to wed, Let him lie by her side as he oft hath done;
“Let him wed the woman he long hath won, And the fowl in his woods, And the fish in his mere,
But an there be judgment under the sun,
The warp is woven, the web is spun ;
He hath had his day
When his heart was hot ;
He hath won his way,
Let him loathe his lot,
And hate for his life, Art not happy, Desmond the heir ?
His horses, houses, goods, and wife,
Desmond the heir !"
The dead tongue ceased, and the dead jaw
Small heart had we for a weary spell,
And we quailed at the clang of the burial
bell, They are thine for thy life,
But we held our peace, for we durst not tell. Horse and house, and goods and wife,
Ye may risk the path
Where the red stags thrust,
But 'ware of the wrath
Of a Desmond's lust!
Go, take for thy life,
Horses, houses, goods, and wife,
Desmond the heir !
The curse hath crushed thee, Desmond the
Kate's caress cannot conquer care,
Foul thou deemest what erst was fair,
Drowned and drunken in dull despair.
Kate thou hast gotten,
Lands and gold,
But wits are rotten It was the night when the Desmond died,
The curse hath hold Thrice o'er the mere had the banshee cried,
For aye on thy life, Thrice had the woods and the waters sighed,
On horse and house, and goods and wife, But never a bird or a beast replied,
Desmond the heir !
And the lamp burned ill,
THE MELANCHOLY JESTER.
Now the end of all be sung :
He is old, who once was young ;
Jester, gladly yield your breath ; But I thought the strings of my heart Now the only jest is Death. would break
Soon shall Sylvia, passing, sayWhen the dead sat up, and the dead man Faith, my clown is turned to clay : spake.
Deep, with solemn obsequies,
Hide the clay that once was his,
Keep him, earth, sun, wind, and rain,
Till his wit shall rise again !"
From The London Quarterly Review. der its shadow. The walls, not more
than half a mile apart at their widest THIS biography of the most famous point, follow the sinuous movement of saint of Spain is the outcome of six the ridge. From the deep-mouthed years' patient study. The writer has gateway “a sunlit street, narrow and not only utilized books and papers tortuous, deserted and sileut,” creeps which were unknown to her predeces- up the hill, sors, but, accompanied by her muleteer
between high walls fissured with time and and a devoted servant, she has traversed the length and breadth of Spain, tions of color. In Teresa's time this street,
baked by the heat into indefinable gradavisiting the remotest hamlets to find which rarely to-day echoes to the footsteps traces of Teresa, living ou bread and of a chance passer-by, was thickly inhabwine, and sleeping out wherever night ited by an industrious and harmless popuovertook her. Teresa here finds her lation of Mudejares and Jews. Then it historic setting among the men and was the main artery of the town, the cenwomen of her time
commanding tral line between the walls. Through that Egure in her eventful century - a saint sombre and silent gateway at the bridge with a vein of mysticism which she once flowed the stream of the quaint medherself never really fathomed, and an
iæval life of Castille ; strange processions
of mailed and plumed warriors ; hunting unfailing fuud of worldly wisdom that stamps her as a true Castilian and the parties with hawks and hounds; bishops born leader of a difficult enterprise. crowds ; a tide of travellers whose weary
in full pontificals, surrounded by kneeling Her birthplace, the grim border fortress footsteps left a mark on the rough causeof Avila, lies about sixty miles to the way ere they went their way on their endporth-west of Madrid. The old Cas- less journey out of the memory of men and tilian town profoundly impresses the Avila. To-day a few donkeys enter or inagination of a visitor. “Hung be- emerge through its shadow, their drivers tween earth and sky, clustered around laborers and peasants, who with the charits grey cathedral, on the last spur of acteristic costume of the country, preserve, the Guadarramas, dominating the wild- across so many ages, the peculiar dignity est, bleakest uplands in Castille ; a city knee-breeches tied in at the knee with a
and stateliness of another world — the tight such as Van Eyck painted, or
bunch of ribbons ; the short jackets, black quaint illuminator drew with minute
or brown, scorched by the sun into many band on the yellow pages of a missal.
the abarcas” (sandals) fastened to Seen from afar it might be some phan- the legs with strips of leather - or freshtom city, such as the Indians tell of in colored serranas from those little grey Mexico or the Andes ; or a fantastic villages hidden in the Sierras, who still rock balanced on the crag it clings to. wear their national dress with the arroHouses and boulders jumbled together, gance and grace natural to their race - the the very surface of the streets broken short scarlet or yellow petticoat, the low and pierced with rocks. The brown velvet bodice, the massive earrings of rare
and intricate workmanship. parameras at her feet are covered with craggy rocks. Grey rocky landscape, The knights of Teresa's day have grey rocky towers, natural and chis- gone, but the peasants still linger unelled rocks in jagged outline against changed in garb and manners by the the sky," frame in the picture. The lapse of three stirring centuries. cathedral – half church, half fortress Avila formed for two hundred years
- perched on the highest ground, looms the mountaiu barrier between Christian over the town whose gloomy labyrinths Spain and the Moorish kingdom of of lanes and narrow streets nestle un- Toledo. Moslem and Christian fought
Being some account of her desperately for its possession. Alfonso Life and Times, together with some pages from VI. finally wrested it from the infidel the history of the last great Reform in the Reli- about 1090, and turned it into a fastgious Orders. By Gabriela Cunninghame Graham, 328. London: Adam & Charles ness bristling with defences. Hence
forth Avila the Loyal, Avila of the
1 Santa Teresa,