Deeper in the wood with the trunks like | blue, and that day all ruffled with the slim pillars round us, a carpet of russet breeze, in which seamews were fluttering leaves thick under foot, and green leaves and bobbing joyously up and down, “Why more thick overhead, we came on a pretty are they so far inland ? there will be a group of neighbors' infants, and of course storm!” cried the Princess. At which I there was a stoppage to play with and inwardly quaked, thinking of my return caress them.

by Flushing ; but for once our weather Then on to the open space where the prophetess was wrong. There were men band was playing; and the club-lawn fishing along the edge, almost hidden by crowded. Further on, outside the humbler the tail, waving grass with its heavy flowercafés, shop-keeping and peasant groups spikes. And two little pictures stand out seemed enjoying themselves equally round again in my memory, as seen on the oppotheir tables. Their drinking.glasses con- site bank. One, a windmill all freshly tained mostly custards, milk, or a stronger painted in black, with white stripes lengthliquid of gin in which black currants had wise down it, and a broad red band on the been steeped. We passed by the car- base, while the saw-yard thereto attached riages of country neighbors, and went to had its little buildings made of brown drink four-o'clock tea with some friends varnished planks and tiled roofs, the close by. Sitting in the verandah after. whole, with the broad sails turning against wards, as the band ceased we watched the cloudless background of the sky, being the crowd of townspeople stream quietly as bright a combination of color as one homeward for a five-o'clock meal. They would wish. And next a brown farmtake their pleasure heartily but deco- house, thatched and shaded, with its comrously as if used to it. We discussed the fortable stacks and out-houses crowding Sunday's amusement question, and all round it like chickens round their mother, were for the opening of museums and pic. all picturesquely seeming almost sliding ture-galleries to the people in England and into the broad river which washed their shuddered at the memories of Sundays in walls. We crossed by a bridge at SpaarnLondon. Still, even with the pleasantly dam village, where the little Telescope animated little scene before us and the inn was familiarly recognized. In propdispersing throng, we were not unanimous erly frosty winters when all the Haarlem as to having music — because “the bands- world turns out on the ice, my companions men were not resting." I met several had skated up here on the Spaarn since evangelistic-minded people here, who take their childhood; and stopped here, as is much interest in the religious movements the custom, to rest before returning, and in England. Some inquired about the drink aniseed, or boeren-jongens (boerSalvation Army – but with no wish for a boys), i.e., raisin brandy, presumably made nearer knowledge thereof.

as is cherry brandy. Much as I liked driving through the Near Spaarndam, new forts are being storm-tossed sea of little sandhills of the busily built. Great mud-boats were being downs, or the thick woods and gay villas poled along, and their sandy, contents, of Bloemendaal, our last drive was on the after dredging the river's bed, went to opposite side of Haarlem. “We must defend its banks. The navvies at work take you along the Spaarndam, for that is stopped to stare at the carriage. now something truly Dutch," said Hugo. are the wildest men in the country! “Yes; certainly! No strangers go there, remarked Jacqueline. Their looks cerand even few people from Haarlem, but it tainly bore out this impeachment, but the is so pretty,” echoed Jacqueline. And vivid coloring of their crimson cotton afterwards I thoroughly agreed in their shirts and blue trousers excused their evil choice, though experience had already in ways in my eyes much. Then, too, they grained my conviction that no other two had built themselves some delightful huts people in the world had happier notions of to look at! These were sloping wig. their guests' likings, or pleasanter ways wams, thatched to the ground with sheaves of fulfilling them. We started in the of the tall river grass, that waved its landau next afternoon therefore, passing plumes around the cabins. Funny little through the Haarlem outskirts, on what chimneys poked themselves up, while was once the famous moated rampart, now small windows were set in anyhow. Our a shady drive with water on either side. road went along a raised dyke, which overNext we came out by the Spaarn, and looked part of the drained' Y on one hand, drove for a mile or two along the water's and fat fen-farms on the other. This was edge. The Spaarn is really a river. Flat characteristic, but uninteresting, till we though its banks be, itself is broad, dark- I soon again came in view of the one land

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mark one seldom fails to see - the cathe- | Jacqueline's wedding four years ago; but dral, rising like a large lumpish mass over that had been a great success, the time of the roof of its charge, the town. We en- year and the guests all suiting; (The lattered Haarlem again by the Amsterdam ter a prime necessity, as will be seen.) gate, the only one of the old gates re. During the betrothal fortnight of wedding inaining. More's the pity! as with its festivities, some sprightly neighbor gives mellowed red-brick square tower and port the party, and assembles an equal numcullised archway, its round side turrets ber of young men and maidens early at pointing upwards with a still-defiant air, it her house. Ten or twelve little gigs are is one of the Haarlem sights I like best. in waiting on the gravel; some like the We drove back through old narrow streets, peasants' ones, but others — kept as heirwhose gabled brick bouses are all“ corbie-looms in families - of the right old-fashstepped” in white stone to the “crow-ioned kind, the body carved, gilded, and stone” atop. Here again flows the Spaarn, painted with curious scenes, the wheels with its clipped trees on either side, the very high, seat very narrow. The hostess sunlit water :- now thick and brown — pairs off her party, and woe to the luck. having caught beautifully red reflections less couple who do not like the arrangefrom the tiled roofs. River craft, often ments; for each driver forthwith seats painted green and red striped, were being himself on the left side of his gig, passing laden and unladen in a busy scene, giving his right arm round his fair companion's a quaint air of being a port to this inland waist. This is the old rule, and there is town. This confusion of ideas is the no gainsaying it. The hostess packs all charm to me of Holland's water-ways, the older neighbors into a kind of char-d. apart from their usefulness and pictur- banc made for such occasions, called a

Fan-plaisir; it is big enough to hold an We had a merry party at dinner that army of chaperons, and is covered at top, night. We always had; but with the with open sides, and blinds to roll up or bride elect and bridegroom, and the bustle down. These follow the gay procession of seeing the many presents that had ar- of little chaises which lasť file off, with rived, and the Princess's jokes being fast-trotting horses, at a spanking pace. particularly salt, we were merrier. After All the people in the villages rush out to all adjourning for coffee and liqueurs, see them pass, and catch showers of sugar. some of the warm-blooded ones, who al plums thrown to them in largesse. And ways cried, “J'étouffe !" when shivering at every bridge - which in Holland are wretches began only to feel a gentle glow, many and at sight of a black sheep, must needs fly out to the terrace for air. each Jehu is “ permitted” to kiss his com. " It is really warm! Why, there is the panion. Well; but do they” inquired mist, as in summer. Come out and see.” | the practical English mind, ruthlessly So I was whirled out to behold; and lo! bent on extracting exactest details, and over the Lindenroede meads a ghostly allowing no slurring. “ Ach, yes ! of white pall was spread low and thick, course - we think nothing of that! It above which rose the trees, darkly defiant, does not happen so much during the first while overhead the stars were merry and part of the day, for then every one is more the young moon bright. The summer quiet. And often a cavalier is shy — then warmth generally draws out this night it is very stupid. Or else the girl may fog, which brings the well-known fever not like him, and some won't allow it at and ague of the Low Countries, the same all." And where do they drive to ?" our troops suffered from so severely in “Oh, they go to some place about an hour bygone wars. Having had both on a pre- and a half away, where they can have vious visit, this is one of the things in breakfast. At my wedding,” said JacqueHolland I do not like. Back we “the chaise party went to Z

where called to the cheerful lamplight of the we had one-o'clock breakfast at the hotel, antique room where the tea-tray, the peat- and there was a wood where we lost our. bucket, and hissing kettle had quickly selves till dinner at five. Then we all succeeded coffee.

started back, many of us with different And now some fun began in discussing companions, just as we liked — and that the approaching wedding, and the pros was wild, but, oh! so wild ! Everybody and cons as to a Sgeesé party (chaise was so gay after dinner, and they drove so party). This is verily a thorough old furiously, though it was dark ; quite at a Dutch custom, though somewhat in dis- gallop. The chaises were swinging round

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ding at her husband. “And nobody was finches were caught in this finchery alone shy at the bridges, I can tell you," burst - there are several others near. We adin the Irrepressible, " for though I was far mired the cosy hut, and Monsieur van down the line, I could hear them all the L— brought out champagne to drink to way. And I remember who you were my safe journey home - and the season's with, and

you, and you !... But in spite of sport. With all thanks for their kindness, his cbaff, his victims still enjoyed the I could not echo the last wish. memory of their last chaise party as a That evening I left Lindenroede, all huge joke. "Now the English would be accompanying me to Haarlem station with very shocked at that, I suppose," said warmest good-byes and mutual plans for Jacqueline." Ach! it is merely that cus- meeting again. A glorious sunset over toms are a little different- we think far the wide meadows changed soon to a worse of a lady allowing a gentleman to strange, twilight, fog effect. The land have her photograph. That is quite indis- appeared all Hooded with whitish misty creet; but in London the shop-windows waters, through which the cattle herds are full of ladies' likenesses."

loomed like unknown animals, and trees “ The first of October!. The finch and windmills rose dark; while the moon, season has begun to-day. We will take reflected now and again in wide canals, you over to Uncle van L- 's shootings shone softly on the scene that seemed on the downs, and you shall see the finch- neither land nor water. My happy visit ery," said Jacqueline. Finch-catching had come to an end. during October and November is a favor.

MAY CROMMELIN. ite amusement all day long of Dutch sportsmen who have finch - houses.'Jacqueline drove us, therefore, early, through green tree-tunnels, whence sandy copse paths diverged, into the heart of the

From Longman's Magazine. downs, where the air was fresh and stillness great. Putting up the coureuse at “JOHN BROWN is dead," said an aged one of the picturesque little farms scat- friend and visitor in answer to my inquiry tered here and there --- mostly of bright for the strong laborer, painted brick, with a broad black stripe “Is he really dead?” I asked, for it along the base and then a white one seemed impossible. we walked through sandy potato clearings “ He is. He came home from his work and coppice till we came to a level lawn in the evening as usual, and seemed to before a wooden hut. A dozen green catch his foot in the threshold and fell hutches on stands contained the cages of forward on the floor. When they picked as many finches, singing trillingly- all him up he was dead.” the better it was supposed that these poor I remember the doorway; a raised piece little prisoners were blinded! There was of wood ran across it, as is commonly the a turfed bank behind the cages, hiding a case in country cottages, such as one grass alley beyond, with nets laid on either might easily catch one's foot against if side, while down the middle hopped de- one did not notice it; but he knew that coy finches, tied by the leg to bent wires. bit of wood well. The floor was of brick, We now inspected the hut close by, most hard to fall on and die. He must have hospitably welcomed by its owners, who come down over the crown of the hill, had come to see all was prepared for the with his long, slouching stride, as if his season's sport. The hut was cunningly legs had been half pulled away from his constructed half open for air, yet screened body by his heavy boots in the furrows by a breastwork. Midmost was the fowl. when a ploughboy. He must have turned er's chair, before glazed peep-holes in up the steps in the bank to his cottage, the wall facing the grass alley, and with and so, touching the threshold, ended. net-ropes attached on either hand. As the He is gone through the great doorway, great migratory flocks of finches land on and one pencil-mark is rubbed out. There these dunes in October and rest in the used to be a large hearth in that room, a copses, they are lured by the singing de- larger room than in most cottages, and coys into the alley where their kind are when the fire was lit, and the light shone hopping. They settle down to chat - on the yellowish-red brick beneath and hu —sh ! quick! the nets are drawn over the large rafters overhead, it was homely them and their necks promptly wrung. and pleasant. In summer the door was On the walls, a score was painted of many always wide open. Close by on the high years' sport. Last season, 1883, 4,425 | bank there was a spot where the first wild

violets came. You might look along miles | past two in the morning, and continue till of hedgerow, but there were never any night. About eleven o'clock, which used until they had shown by John Brown's. to be the mowers' noon, he took a rest on

If a man's work that he has done all a couch of half-dried grass in the shade of the days of his life could be collected and the hedge. For the rest, it was mow, piled up around him in visible shape, what mow, mow for the long summer day. a vast mound there would be beside some ! John Brown was dead; died in an inIf each act or stroke was represented, say, stant at his cottage door. I could hardly by a brick, John Brown would have stood credit it, so vivid was the memory of his the day before his ending by the side of a strength. The gap of time since I had monument as high as a pyramid. Then, seen him last had made no impression on if in front of him could be placed the sum me; to me he was still in my mind the and product of his labor, the profit to him- John Brown of the hayfield; there was self, he could have held it in his clenched nothing between then and his death. hand like a nut, and no one would have He used to catch us boys the bats in seen it. Our modern people think they the stable, and tell us fearful tales of the train their sons to strength by football ghosts he had seen; and bring the bread and rowing and jumping, and what are from the town in an old-fashioned wallet, called athletic exercises; all of which it is half in front and half behind, long before the fashion now to preach as very noble, the bakers' carts began to come round in and likely to lead to the goodness of the country places. One evening he came race. Certainly, feats are accomplished into the dairy carrying a yoke of milk, and records are beaten, but there is no staggering, with tipsy gravity; he was real strength gained, no hardihood built quite sure he did not want any assistance, up. Without hardihood it is of little avail he could pour the milk into the pans. He to be able to jump an inch farther than tried, and fell at full length and bathed somebody else. Hardihood is the true himself from head to foot. Of later days test, hardihood is the ideal, and not these they say he worked in the town a good caperings or ten minutes' spurts.

deal, and did not look so well or so happy Now, the way they made the boy John as on the farm. In this cottage opposite Brown hardy was to let him roll about on the violet bank they had small-pox once, the ground with naked legs and bare head the only case I recollect in the hamlet from morn till night, from June till De- the old men used to say everybody had cember, from January till June. The rain it when they were young; this was the fell on his head, and he played in wet only case in my time, and they recovered grass to his knees. Dry bread and a lit- quickly without any loss, nor did the distle lard was his chief food. He went to ease spread. A roomy, well-built cottage work while he was still a child. At half like that, on dry ground, isolated, is the past three in the morning he was on his only hospital worthy of the name. Peoway to the farm stables, there to help feed ple have a chance to get well in such the cart horses, which used to be done places; they have very great difficulty in with great care very early in the morning. the huge buildings that are put up exThe carter's whip used to sting his legs, pressly for them. I have a Convalescent and sometimes he felt the butt. At fifteen Home in my mind at the moment, a vast he was no taller than the sons of well-to-building. In these great blocks what they do people at eleven; he scarcely seemed call ventilation is a steady draught, and to grow at all till he was eighteen or twenty, there is no “home” about it. It is all and even then very slowly, but at last be- wards and regulations and draughts, and came a tall, big man. That slouching altogether miserable. I would infinitely walk, with knees always bent, diminished rather see any friend of mine in John his height to appearance; he really was Brown's cottage. That terrible disease, the full size, and every inch of his frame however, seemed quite to spoil the violet had been slowly welded together by this bank opposite, and I never picked one ceaseless work, continual life in the open there afterwards. There is something in air, and coarse, hard food. This is what disease so destructive, as it were, to flowmakes a man hardy. This is what makes ers. a man able to stand almost anything, and The hundreds of times I saw the tall gives a power of endurance that can never chimney of that cottage rise out of the be obtained by any amount of gymnastic hillside as I came home at all hours of training:

the day and night! the first chimney after I used to watch him mowing with amaze- a long journey, always comfortable to see, ment. Sometimes he would begin at halfl especially so in earlier days, when we had


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a kind of halting belief in John Brown's | Also he worked as a laborer, chiefly pieceghosts, several of which were dotted along work; also Mrs. Job had a shop window that road according to him. The ghosts about two feet square; snuff and tobacco, die as we grow older, they die and their bread and cheese, immense big brown places are taken by real ghosts. I wish I jumbles and sugar, kept on the floor above, had sent John Brown a pound or two and reached down by hand when wanted, when I was in good health ; but one is through the opening for the ladder stairs. selfish then, and puts off things till it is The front door - Job's right hand — was too late - a lame excuse verily, I can always open in summer, and the flagstones scarcely believe now that he is really dead, of the floor chalked round their edges; a gone as you might casually pluck a haw- clean table, clean chairs, decent crockery, thorn leaf from the hedge.

an old clock about an hour slow, a large The next cottage was a very marked hearth with a minute fire to boil the ketone, for houses grow to their owners. The tle without heating the room. Tea was low thatched roof had rounded itself and usually at half past three, and it is a fact stooped down to fit itself to Job's shoul- that many well-to-do persons, as they came ders; the walls had got short and thick to along the road hot and dusty, used to drop suit him, and they had a yellowish color, in and rest and take a cup – very little like his complexion, as if chewing tobacco milk and much gossip. Two paths met had stained his cheeks right through. just there, and people used to step in out Tobacco-juice had likewise penetrated and of a storm of rain, a sort of thatched-house tinted the wall. It was cut off as it seemed club. Job was somehow on fair terms by a party wall into one room, instead of with nearly everybody, and that is a wonwhich there were more rooms beyond derful thing in a village, where everybody which no one would have suspected. Job knows everybody's business, and petty inbad a way of shaking hands with you with terests continually cross. The strangest his right hand, while his left hand was fellow and the strangest way of life, and casually doing something else in a de. yet I do not believe a black mark was ever tached sort of way. “Yes, sir,” and “ No, put against him; the shiftiness was all for sir,” and nodding to everything you said nothing. It arose, no doubt, out of the all so complaisant, but at the end of the constant and eager straining to gain a bargain you generally found yourself a little advantage and make an-extra penny. few shillings in some roundabout manner Had Job been a Jew, he would have been on the wrong side. Job had a lot of shut- rich. He was the exact counterpart of up rooms in his house and in his character, the London Jew dealer, set down in the which never seemed to be opened to day: midst of the country. Job should have light. The eaves hung over and beetled been rich. Such immense dark brown like his brows, and he had a forelock, a jumbles, such cheek.distenders regular antique forelock, which he used to any French sweetmeats or chocolate or touch with the greatest humility. There bonbons to equal these. I really think I was a long bough of an elm hanging over could eat one now. The pennies and fourone gable just like the forelock. His face penny bits — there were fourpenny bits in was a blank, like the broad end wall of the those days — that went behind that twocottage, which had no window- at least foot window, goodness! there was no end. you might think so until you looked up Job used to chink them in a pint pot someand discovered one little arrow slit, one times before the company to give them an narrow pane, and woke with a start to the idea of his great hoards. He always tried idea that Job was always up there watch- to impress people with his wealth, and ing and listening. That was how he would talk of a fifty-pound contract as if it looked out of his one eye so intensely was nothing to him. Jumbles are eternal cunning, the other being a wall eye - that if nothing else is. I thought then there is, the world supposed so, as be kept it was not such another shop as Job's in the half shut, always between the lights; but universe. I have found since that there whether it was really blind or not I cannot is a Job shop in every village, and in say. Job caught rats and rabbits and every street in every town that is to moles, and bought fagots or potatoes, or say, a window for jumbles and rubbish; fruit or rabbit-skins, or rusty iron; won; and if you don't know it you may be quite derful how he seemed to have command sure your children do, and spend many a of money. It was done probably by buy. sly penny there. Be as rich as you may, ing and selling almost simultaneously, so and give them gilded sweetmeats at home, that the cash passed really from one cus- still they will slip round to the Job shop. tomer to another, and was never bis at all. It was a pretty cottage, well backed

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