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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, uncomthe 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 vice." through the telegraphic fiction which malice and political exigencies have cause to be given to the world. It is time the public saw the other side of the picture. A young man called to rule at an age when most Europeans have scarcely begun to seriously consider the question of the battle of life full of energy, pluck, and ambition; possessed of an indomitable will, impatient of restraint, and anxious to be up and doing.

It is some years since John joined the majority, but there are many who remember him with affection and regret. The students of the days when he was college porter are scattered far and wide, in towns and villages of England, in India, and America, in the colonies and the islands of the South Seas; but whenever two or three of them meet and old memories are exchanged, John reappears, the old stories are retold, quaint traits and amusing incidents are recalled, and the passing moment is made all the happier by the image of one who made so much of the happiness of the past. And were it granted to the invisible to be present at a visible reunion, surely it would not detract from the celestial content of the old man to know that even a porter may contribute to the distinctive life and the most cherished memories of the college he adorned.

From The Strand Magazine.
THE KHEDIVE OF EGYPT.

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In manner his Highness strikes one at first as being somewhat cold-the coldness of Oriental reserve tempered with not a little natural shyness. But this reserve once broken, quite another man unfolds himself before one. His frank, pleasing countenance lights up with almost European vivacity, the half-mistrustful, questioning look in his eyes gives place to a look of confidence ; he converses brightly, intelligently, 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 remarkable. He has a high opinion of 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 such of the European institutions as he considers suitable for his country. Whilst the Khedive Abbas is, and has for some time past been, about the most-discussed ruler the world takes cognizance of, he is at the same time the most misunderstood. To the public eye he is a stubborn, stiff-necked Oriental with the wilfulness of youth,

the pretext of State affairs, to drink coffee and smoke cigarettes with the officials. Nous avons change tout cela, however, for Khedive Abbas emphatically declared at the outset that he would not have his palace turned into a Viennese café; so to-day free coffee, free smokes, officially speaking, are "off" at the Abdin Palace; the inevitable gossip, minus the smokes and

the drinks, is, however, still on much on.

very result, and the representative and his colleagues for the press in Cairo is a Khedive Tewfik 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 His 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 Boy, 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 hour, 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 have been expected, refused to see his visitor. A complaint was made to Lord Cromer, but, of course, without Ramleh.

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THE DESMOND'S WAKE.

THY Cousin's tedious life is sped,
And the Desmond lies in his narrow bed,
And the mass for his sinful soul is said,
And the bride that was his is thine to wed,

And the fowl in his woods,
And the fish in his mere,
And his chattels and goods,

And his horse and his deer,

Are thine for thy life,

Horse and house, and goods and wife,
Desmond the heir!

Art not happy, Desmond the heir?
Hath any other a wife so fair?

On such a horse as Devil-may-Care
What leap too wide for thy nerve to dare?
Lovest not Kate?

And lovest not sport?
And the broad estate,
And Desmond Court?

They are thine for thy life,

Horse and house, and goods and wife, Desmond the heir!

What makes thee tremble, stoop, and start?
Thou wast not one of a feeble heart.
Some will whine if a finger smart,
But such was never a Desmond's part.
But a dead man's hate

And a dead man's curse,
Can balance the weight

Of a dead man's purse

They are thine for thy life,

With horses, houses, goods, and wife,
Desmond the heir!

It was the night when the Desmond died, Thrice o'er the mere had the banshee cried, Thrice had the woods and the waters sighed, But never a bird or a beast replied,

And the air felt thick,

And the night was still,
And the moon shone sick,

And the lamp burned ill,

When he left for thy life,

His horse and house, and goods and wife, Desmond the heir!

And we laid him out for his honor's sake, And gathered his tenants and kept his wake,

But I thought the strings of my heart would break

When the dead sat up, and the dead man spake.

It had been my choice

To have died unshriven,

Ere I heard that voice

To the dead lips given,

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THE MELANCHOLY JESTER. Now the end of all be sung: He is old, who once was young; He is old, and to the gate Of the gods is come too late : Jester, gladly yield your breath; Now the only jest is Death. Soon shall Sylvia, passing, say— "Faith, my clown is turned to clay: Deep, with solemn obsequies, Hide the clay that once was his, Keep him, earth, sun, wind, and rain, Till his wit shall rise again!"

ERNEST RHYS.

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From The London Quarterly Review.
ST. TERESA.1

THIS biography of the most famous
saint of Spain is the outcome of six
years' patient study. The writer has
not only utilized books and papers
which were unknown to her predeces-
sors, but, accompanied by her muleteer
and a devoted servant, she has trav-
ersed the length and breadth of Spain,
visiting the remotest hamlets to find
traces of Teresa, living on bread and
wine, and sleeping out wherever night
overtook her. Teresa here finds her
historic setting among the men and
women of her time -a commanding
figure in her eventful century -a saint
with a vein of mysticism which she
herself never really fathomed, and an
unfailing fund of worldly wisdom that
stamps her as a true Castilian and the
born leader of a difficult enterprise.
Her birthplace, the grim border fortress
of Avila, lies about sixty miles to the
north-west of Madrid. The old Cas-
tilian town profoundly impresses the
imagination of a visitor. "Hung be-
tween earth and sky, clustered around
its grey cathedral, on the last spur of
the Guadarramas, dominating the wild-
est, bleakest uplands in Castille; a city
such as Van Eyck painted, or some
quaint illuminator drew with minute
hand on the yellow pages of a missal.
Seen from afar it might be some phan-
tom city, such as the Indians tell of in
Mexico or the Andes; or a fantastic
rock balanced on the crag it clings to.
Houses and boulders jumbled together,
the very surface of the streets broken
and pierced with rocks. The brown
parameras at her feet are covered with
craggy rocks. Grey rocky landscape,
grey rocky towers, natural and chis-
elled rocks in jagged outline against
the sky," frame in the picture. The
cathedral - half church, half fortress
-perched on the highest ground, looms
over the town whose gloomy labyrinths
of lanes and narrow streets nestle un-
1 Santa Teresa. Being some account of her
Life and Times, together with some pages from
the history of the last great Reform in the Reli-
gious Orders. By Gabriela Cunninghame Graham.
Two volumes. 328. London: Adam & Charles
Black, 1894.

der its shadow. The walls, not more than half a mile apart at their widest point, follow the sinuous movement of the ridge. From the deep-mouthed gateway "a sunlit street, narrow and tortuous, deserted and silent," creeps up the hill,

between high walls fissured with time and tions of color. In Teresa's time this street, baked by the heat into indefinable gradawhich rarely to-day echoes to the footsteps of a chance passer-by, was thickly inhabited by an industrious and harmless population of Mudejares and Jews. Then it was the main artery of the town, the central line between the walls. Through that sombre and silent gateway at the bridge once flowed the stream of the quaint mediæval life of Castille; strange processions of mailed and plumed warriors; hunting parties with hawks and hounds; bishops crowds; a tide of travellers whose weary in full pontificals, surrounded by kneeling footsteps left a mark on the rough causeway ere they went their way on their endless journey out of the memory of men and Avila. To-day a few donkeys enter or emerge through its shadow, their drivers laborers and peasants, who with the characteristic costume of the country, preserve, across so many ages, the peculiar dignity knee-breeches tied in at the knee with a and stateliness of another world—the tight bunch of ribbons; the short jackets, black hues; the "abarcas" (sandals) fastened to or brown, scorched by the sun into many the legs with strips of leather- or freshcolored serranas from those little grey villages hidden in the Sierras, who still wear their national dress with the arrogance and grace natural to their race short scarlet or yellow petticoat, the low velvet bodice, the massive earrings of rare and intricate workmanship.

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The knights of Teresa's day have gone, but the peasants still linger unchanged in garb and manners by the lapse of three stirring centuries.

Avila formed for two hundred years the mountain barrier between Christian Spain and the Moorish kingdom of Toledo. Moslem and Christian fought desperately for its possession. Alfonso VI. finally wrested it from the infidel about 1090, and turned it into a fastness bristling with defences. Henceforth Avila the Loyal, Avila of the

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