sult his physician. Thousands, with a ling the ground instead of the air ; indeed, strange lack of confidence in the implicit it seemed to come out of the earth itself, direction of the Church, have risen from the body of the bird being hidden by the their knees with the king's words on their grass. This black wing flapped and lips :

flapped, but could not lift itself a single What then? what rests? wing of course could not fly. A rook had Try what repentence can : What can it not? dropped out of the elm and was lying Yet what can it, when one cannot repent ? helpless at the foot of the tree - it is a

favorite tree with rooks; they build in it, and so in despair have given up the at, and at that moment there were twenty or tempt. There is a passage in one of more perched aloft, cawing and conversing Cardinal Manning's smaller devotional comfortably, without the least thought of works, which exactly meets this wretched their dying comrade. Not one of all the

He bids the sinner who, like the number descended to see what was the king, protests, “What can it, when one matter, nor even futtered half-way down. cannot repent?” not to heed such callous: This elm is their clubhouse, where they ness, nor to be waiting for some emotional meet every afternoon as the sun gets low gust of sorrow, but hie at once to the to discuss the scandals of the day, before tribunal of penitence. Only those who retiring to roost in the avenues and treehave tried it know the all but supernatural groups of the park adjacent. While we change that is wrought. This the guilty looked, a peacock came round the corner king would not do, which is implied in his of the barn; he had caught sight of the refusal to make "satisfaction.” Had this fapping wing, and approached with long, intention been in bis mind, it may be said deliberate steps and outstretched neck, that his state of callousness was more “ What's this? What's this ?” he inquired seeming than real, and he would have in bird language. My friends, see found his heart touched. His dissuasion here !” Gravely, and step by step, he of Hamlet from indulging in excess of came nearer and nearer, slowly, and not grief is orthodox enough:

without some fear, till curiosity had To do obsequious sorrow: but to perséver

brought him within a yard. Jo a moment In obstinate condolement, is a course

a peahen followed and also Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief : stretched out her neck — the two long It shows a will most incorrect to Heaven; necks pointing at the black, flapping wing. A heart unmortified, or mind impatient; A second peacock and peahen ap

proached, and the four great birds Fie ! 'tis a fault to Heaven, stretched out their necks towards the dyA fault against the dead, a fault to nature, ing rook – a “crowner's quest” upon the To reason most absurd ; whose common theme unfortunate creature. Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corse, till he that died to-day.

If any one had been at hand to sketch This must be so.

it, the scene would have been very gro

tesque, and not without a ludicrous sad. These few reflections illustrate what we

There was the tall elm tinted with have been contending for: which is not yellow, the black rooks high above flying that Shakespeare was a Caibolic — in. in and out, yellow leaves twirling down, deed, the only logical proof to be drawn the blue peacocks with their crests, the from a man's writings would be a positive red barn behind, the golden sun afar shinprofession of faith — but that the spirit of ing low through the irees of the park, the his writing is more than consistent with brown autumo sward, a gray horse, orange his being a Catholic.

maple bushes. There was the quiet tone of ihe coming evening – the early even. ing of October — such an evening as the rook had seen many a time from the tops

of the trees. A man dies, and the crowd From Chambers' Journal. goes on passing under the window along

the street without a thought. The rook BY RICHARD JEFFERIES,

died, and his friends, who had that day

been with him in the oaks feasting on THE GAMEKEEPER AT HOME,” ETC.

acorns, who had been with him in the THERE was something dark on the fresh-turned furrows, born perhaps in the grass under an elm in the field by the same nest, utterly forgot him before he barn. It rose and fell; and we saw that was dead. With a great common caw – it was a wing – a single black wing, strik. a common shout — they suddenly left the





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tree in a bevy and flew towards the park. you have fed him every day and come to The peacocks, having brought in their take an interest in him – after you have verdict, departed, and the dead bird was seen a hundred turkey-cocks, then he may left alone.

become passable, or, if you have the fan. In falling out of the elm, the rook had cier's taste, exquisite. Education is alighted partly on his side and partly on requisite first; you do not fall in love at his back, so that he could only flutter one first sight. The same applies to fancy wing, the other being held down by his pigeons, and indeed many pet animals, as own weight. He had probably died from pugs, which come in time to be animated picking up poisoned grain somewhere, or with a soul in some people's eyes. Comfrom a parasite. The weather had been pare a pug with a greyhound straining at open, and he could not have been starved. the leash. Instantly he is slipped, he is At a distance, the rook's plumage appears gone as a wave let loose. His flexible black; but close at hand it will be found back bends and undulates, arches and a fine blue-black, glossy, and handsome. unarches, rises and falls as a wave rises

These peacocks are the best “rain. and rolls on. His pliant ribs open; bis makers” in the place; whenever they cry whole frame "gives" and stretches, and much, it is sure to rain ; and if they per- closing again in a curve, springs forward. sist day after day, the rain is equally con- Movement is as easy to him as to the tinuous. From the wall by the barn, or wave, which melting, is re-moulded, and the elm-branch above them, “ Pa-ong, sways onward. The curve of the grey. pa-ong "resounds like the wail of a gigan. hound is not only the line of beauty, but a iic cat, and is audible half a mile or more. line which suggests motion; and it is the In the summer I found one of them, a idea of motion, I think, which so strongly peacock in the full brilliance of his col. appeals to the mind. ors, on a rail in the hedge under a spread- We are often scornfully treated as a ing maple bush. His rich-hued neck, the nation by people who write about art, bebright light and shadow, the tall green cause they say we have no taste; we meadow grass, brought together the finest cannot make art jugs for the mantelpiece, colors. It is curious that a bird so dis- crockery for the bracket, screens for the tinctly foreign, plumed for the Asiatic fire; we cannot even decorate the wall of sun, “should fit so well with English a room as it should be done. If these are meads. His splendid neck immediately the standards by which a sense of art is pleases, pleases the first time it is seen, to be tried, their scorn is to a certain deand on the fiftieth occasion. I see these gree just. But suppose we try another every day, and always stop to look at standard. Let us put aside the altogether theni; the color excites the sense of false opinion that art consists alone in beauty in the eye, and the shape satisfies something actually made, or painted, or the idea of form. The undulating curve of decorated, in carvings, colorings, touches the neck is at once approved by the in- of brush or chisel. Let us look at our tuitive judgment of the mind, and it is a lives. I mean to say that there is no pleasure to the mind to reiterate that judy. nation so thoroughly and earnestly art. ment frequently. It needs no teaching to istic as the English in their lives, their

its beauty — the eling comes of joys, their thoughts, their hopes. Who itself.

loves nature like an Englisliman? Do How different with the turkey.cock Italians care for their pale skies? I never which struts round the same barn! A heard so. We go all over the world in fine big bird be is, no doubt ; but there is search of beauty - to the keen north, no intrinsic beauty about him; on the con- to the cape whence the midnight sun is trary, there is something fantastic in his visible, to the extreme south, to the in. style and plumage. He has a way of terior of Africa, gazing on the vast exdrooping his wings as if they were armor- panse of Tanganyika or the marvellous plates to shield him from a shot. The falls of the Zambesi. We admire the temornaments upon his head and beak are ples and tombs and palaces of India; we in the most awkward position. He was speak of the Alhambra of Spain almost in put together in a dream, of uneven and whispers, so deep is our reverent admira. odd pieces that live and move, but do not tion; we visit the Parthenon. There is fit. Ponderously gawky, he steps as if the not a picture nor a statue in Europe we world was his, like a “motley's crowned have not sought. We climb the moun. in sport. He is good eating, but he is tains for their views and the sense of not beautiful. After the eye bas been ac- grandeur they inspire ; we roam over the customed to him for some time — after / wide ocean to the coral islands of the far


Pacific; we go deep into the woods of the of food, and the late warmth of the autumn West; and we stand dreamily under the sun lighting up their life. They know Pyramids of the East. What part is there and feel the different loveliness of the of the English year which has not been seasons as much as we do. Every one sung by the poets? all of whom are full of must have noticed their joyousness in its loveliness; and our greatest of all, spring; they are quiet, but so very, very Shakespeare, carries, as it were, armfuls busy in the height of summer ; as autumn of violets, and scatters roses and golden comes on they obviously delight in the wheat across his pages, which are simply occasional hours of warmth. The marks fields written with human life.

of their little feet are almost sacred This is art indeed — art in the mind a joyous life has been there

do not and soul, infinitely deeper, surely, than obliterate it. It is so delightful to know the construction of crockery, jugs for the that something is happy. mantelpiece, dados, or even of paintings. The hawthorn hedge that glints down The lover of nature has the highest art in the slope is more colored than the hedges his soul. So, I think, the bluff English in the sheltered plain. Yonder, a low farmer who takes such pride and delight bush on the brow is a deep crimson; the in his dogs and horses, is a much greater bedge as it descends varies from brown man of art than any Frenchman preparing to yellow, dotted with red haws, and by with cynical dexterity of hand some col- the gateway has another spot of crimson. ored presentment of flashy beauty for the The lime-trees turn yellow from top to salon. The English girl who loves her bottom, all the leaves together; the elms horse — and English girls do love their by one or two branches at a time. A horses most intensely is infinitely more lime-tree thus entirely colored stands side artistic in that fact than the cleverest by side with an elm, their boughs interpainter on enamel. They who love na. mingling; the elin is green except a line iure are the real artists; the “artists "are at the outer extremity of its branches. A copyists. St. John the naturalist, when red light as of fire plays in the beeches, exploring the recesses of the Highlands, so deep is their orange tint in which the relates how he frequently came in contact sunlight is caught. An oak is dotted with with men living in the rude Highland way buff, while yet the main body of the — forty years since, no education then foliage is untouched. With these tints whom at first you would suppose to be and sunlight, nature gives us so much morose, unobservant, almost stupid. But more than the tree gives. A tree is noth. when they found out that their visitor ing but a tree in itself; but with light and would stay for hours gazing in admiration shadow, green leaves moving, a bird sing. at their glens and mountains, their de. ing, another moving to and fro - in aumeanor changed. Then the truth ap. tumn with color – the boughs are filled peared: they were fonder than he was with imagination. There then seems so himself of the beauties of their hills and much more than the mere tree; the tim. lake; they could see the art there, though ber of the trunk, the mere sticks of the perhaps they had never seen a picture in branches, the wooden framework is anitheir lives, certainly not any blue and mated with a life. High above, a lark white crockery. The Frenchman flings sings, not for so long as in spring – the his fingers dexterously over the canvas, October song is shorter - but still he but he has never had that in his heart sings. If you love color, plant maple; which the rude Highlander had.

maple bushes color a whole hedge. Upon The path across the arable field was the bank of a pond, the brown oak-leaves covered with a design of birds' feet. The which have fallen are reflected in the still, reversed broad arrow of the fore claws, deep water. and the straight line of the hinder claw, It is from the hedges that taste must be trailed all over it in curving lines. In the learned. A garden abuts on these fields, dry dust, their feet were marked as clearly and being on slightly rising ground, the as a seal on wax – their trails wound this maple bushes, the brown and yellow and way and that, and crossed as their quick crimson hawthorn, the limes and elms, are eyes had led them to turn to find some. all visible from it; yet it is surrounded by thing. For fifty or sixty yards the path stiff straight iron railings, unconcealed was worked with an inextricable design; even by the grasses, which are carefully it was a pity to step on it and blot out the cut down with the docks and nettles, that traces of those litile feet Their hearts do their best, three or four times in the so happy, their eyes so observant, the summer, to hide the blank iron. Within earth so bountiful io them with its supply these iron railings stands a row of arbor



vitæ, upright, and stiff likewise, and spirals and exquisitely defined flowers, are among them a few other evergreens; and full of imagination, products of a sunny that is all the shelter the lawn and flower- dream, and tinted so tastefully, that al. beds have from the east wind, blowing for though they are green, and all about them miles over open country; or from the is green too, yet the plant is quite distinct, glowing sun of August. This garden be. and in no degree confused or lost in the longs to a gentleman who would certainly mass of leaves under and by it. It stands spare po moderate expense to improve it, out, and yet without violent contrast. All and yet there it remains, the blankest, these beauties of form and color surround barest, inost mniserable-looking square of the place, and try, as it were, to march in ground the eye can find; the only piece of and take possession, but are shut out by ground from which the eye turns away; straight iron railings. Wonderful it is for even the potato-field close by, the com- that education should make folk tasteless ! mon potato-field, had its color in bright Such, certainly, seems to be the case in a poppies, and there were partridges in it, great measure, and not in our own country and at the edges, five growths of mallow only, for those who know Italy tell us that and its mauve flowers. Wild parsley, still the fine old gardens there, dating back to green in the shelter of the hazel stoles, is the days of the Medici, are being despoiled there now on the baok, a thousand times of ilex and made formal and straight. Is sweeter to the eye than bare iron and cold all the world to be Versaillized ? evergreens. Along that hedge, the white Scarcely two hundred yards from these bryony wound itself in the most beautiful cold iron railings, which even nettles and manner, completely covering the upper docks would hide if they could, and this. part of the thick brambles, a robe thrown tles strive to conceal, but are not permitover the bushes; its deep-cut leaves, its ted, there is an old cottage by the roadcountless tendrils, its flowers, and pres. side. The roof is of old tile, once red, ently the berries, giving pleasure every now dull from weather; the walls some time one passed it. Indeed, you could tone of yellow; the folk are poor. Against not pass without stopping to look at it, it there grows a vigorous plant of jessa. and wondering if any one ever so skilful, mide, a still finer rose, a vine covers the even those sure-handed Florentines Mr. lean-to at one end, and tea.plant the corRuskin thinks so much of, could ever ner of the wall; besides these, there is a draw that intertangled mass of lines, yellow flowering plant, the name of which Nor could you easily draw the leaves and I forget at the moment, also trained to head of the great parsley – commonest of the walls; and ivy. Altogether, six plants hedge plants:— the deep-indented leaves, grow up the walls of the cottage ; and and the shadow by which to express them. over the wicket gate there is a rude arch There was work enough in that short - a framework of tall sticks — from which piece of hedge by the potato field for a droop thick bunches of hops. It is a very good pencil every day the whole summer. commonplace sort of cottage; nothing And when done, you would not have been artistically picturesque about it, no effect satisfied with it, but only have learned of gable or timber-work; it stands by the how complex, and how thoughtful and far- roadside in the most commonplace way, reaching, nature is in the simplest of and yet it pleases. They have called in things. But with a straight-edge or ruler, nature, that great genius, and let the artist any one could draw the iron railings in have his own way. In Italy, the art-coun. half an hour, and a surveyor's pupil could try, they cut down the ilex trees, and get make them look as well as Millais himself. the surveyor's pupil with straight-edge Stupidity to stupidity, genius to genius; and ruler to put it right and square for any bard fist can manage iron railings; a them. Our over-educated and well-to-do hedge is a task for the greatest.

people set iron railings round about their Those, therefore, who really wish their blank pleasure.grounds, wbich the potatogardens or grounds, or any place, beauti- field laughs at in bright poppies; and ful, must get that greatest of geniuses, actually one who has some fine park nature, to help them, and give their artist grounds has lifted up on high a mast and freedom to paint to fancy, for it is nature's weather.vane! a thing useful on the sea. jinagination which delights us — as I tried board at coastguard stations for sigoallto explain about the tree, the imagination, ing, but oh! how repellent and straight and not the fact of the timber and sticks. and stupid among clumps of graceful For these white bryony leaves and slender | elms!







iron tools, and is packed in camel-loads, and so transported to the Nile, where it is shipped for Cairo.

On the shore of one of the lakes, a small house was pointed out to M. Son.

nini, as that wherein St. Maximous, a So much attention has lately been di. saint held in much reverence by the Copts, rected towards Egypt, that most subjects was born. connected with it have been pretty fully Leaving the lakes, the traveller pro. discussed. Some extracts from the diary ceeded in a south-west direction across of M. Sonnini (a French naval engineer sand entirely covered with hardened and naturalist, who, just one hundred natron, which rendered the march ex. years ago, travelled in Upper and Lower ceedingly fatiguing both to men and Egypt for the sake of scientific research) beasts. At length he came in sight of a may, however, prove interesting.

large building, in which, secluded from In those days, Egyptian travel was by the wicked world, dwelt a brotherhood of no means so safe and easy as in our times, Coptic monks. and M. Sonnini passed through many Describing this monastery, M. Sonnini unpleasant episodes ere he reached the says that he cannot believe that a situa. famous Lakes of Natron. He describes tion more horrible and forbidding could his delight when, wearied by the frightful | be found on the earth. Built in the midmonotony of the desert across which he dle of the desert, its walls, though very had been travelling, he at length reached high, cannot in the distance be distin. a chain of hills furrowed by deep gorges, guished from the sands, having the same and on reaching their summit (a toilsome reddish color and naked aspect. There ascent, over soft fine sand), he beheld at a is no apparent entrance. Not a tree, not distance of about six leagues a parallel a plant of any size, is to be seen. range, and in the valley that intervened a road leads to it; no trace of man is to be vast sheet of water, its banks covered observed near it; or if, perchance, a hu. with shrubs, and with a prodigious pum- man footprint is visible, it is quickly ber of wild duck of many different species, blown over by the ever-shifting sands, or while rosy flamingoes stalked to and fro else effaced by the track of wild boars or in the shallows among green aquatic other wild animals, the rightful dwellers plants and tall reeds — reeds which are in such hateful solitudes. Such, he

say's, greatly prized by the peasants for making is the harsh and repulsive appearance of pipestems. The leaves are used for this retreat, which is inhabited by a most making mats.

useless race of ascetics. The French visitor learnt that the lakes As he drew near the monastery, his vary greatly in size, according to the sea. Arab escort went forward to endeavor to

Sometimes they dry up, so that only obtain admission, a favor which was not al. two small pools remain, while at other ways readily granted to strangers. While times both overflow, and unite to form the tired traveller and his servants with one great lake. When the two lakes sep. the camels lagged behind, suddenly they arate, and their waters subside, the ground became aware of a cloud of dust rapidly which they have inundated, and now leave approaching them, and in a few moments exposed, is covered with a sediment, found themselves surrounded by a troop which is crystallized and hardened by the of wild Bedouins. Resistance being hope:

- this is the natron. There are also less, they were immediately captured and thick banks of rock salt of dazzling white stripped; clothes, property, and money

The thickness of these layers of were all taken, and the luckless traveller salt varies according to the longer or deemed that he had indeed fallen on evil shorter continuance of the waters on the days as he saw these lords of the desert ground. Where they have lain but a little begin to quarrel over his goods. while, ihe patron lies in thin cakes, almost Greatly, however, to his astonishment like snowfiakes. Sometimes this sub. and satisfaction, the robber chief presently stance forms on the surface of the waters came up to him and restored his clothes, so thickly that camels can walk over it, as watch, and various other articles, and he we might walk over ice. At other times then learned that Hussein, his own Arab the waters are clear and limpid.

escort, having seen the approach of the The principal harvest of the natron is Bedouins, had returned with all speed, gathered in the month of August, when it and happily possessed so much influence is raised from the ground by the aid of as to be able to induce the new comers to





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