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videt meliora probatque. He remains at Indeed it is by contrast with American bottom the man who said, Le livre serait life that nirvana appears to Amiel so demon ambition. He adds, to be sure, that sirable. it would be son ambition, “if ambition

For the Americans, life means devouring, were not vanity, and vanity of vanities." Yet this disenchanted brooder, “ full of dominance, power; they must crush rivals,

incessant activity. They must win gold, prea tranquil disgust at the futility of our am- subdue nature. They have their heart set on bitions, the void of our existence,” bedaz the means, and never for an instant think of zled with the infinite, can observe the the end. They confound being with individworld and society with consummate keen- ual being, and the expansion of self with hapness and shrewdness, and at the same piness. This means that they do not live by time with a delicacy which to the man of the soul, that they ignore the immutable and the world is in general wanting. Is it eternal, bustle at the circumference of their possible to analyze le grand monde, high existence

because they cannot penetrate to its

centre. They are restless, eager, positive, society, as the Old World knows it and because they are superficial. To what end all America knows it not, more acutely than this stir, noise, greed, struggle? It is all a Amiel does in what follows ?

mere being stunned and deafened ! In society people are expected to behave as Space is failing me, but I must yet find if they lived on ambrosia and concerned them- room for a less indirect criticism of deselves with no interests but such as are noble. mocracy than the foregoing remarks on Care, need, passion, do not exist. All real

American life. ism is suppressed as brutal. In a word, what is called le grand monde gives itself for the Each function to the most worthy: this maxmoment the flattering illusion that it is mov- im is the professed rule of all constitutions, ing in an ethereal atmosphere and breathing and serves to test them. Democracy is not the air of the gods. For this reason all vehe- forbidden to apply it; but Democracy rarely mence, any cry of nature, all real suffering, does apply it, because she holds, for example, all heedless familiarity, any genuine sign of that the most worthy man is the man who passion, are startling and distasteful in this pleases her, whereas he who pleases her is delicate milieu, and at once destroy the collec- not always the most worthy; and because she tive work, the cloud-palace, the imposing supposes that reason guides the masses, wherearchitectural creation raised by common con- as in reality they are most commonly led by sent. It is like the shrill cock-crow which passion. And in the end every falsehood has breaks the spell of all enchantments, and puts to be expiated, for truth always takes its rethe fairies to flight. These select gatherings venge. produce without intending it a sort of concert for eye and ear, an improvised work of art. learn is, that "the ultimate ground upon

What publicists and politicians have to By the instinctive collaboration of everybody which every civilization rests is the averconcerned, wit and taste hold festival, and the associations of reality are exchanged for the age morality of the masses and a sufficient associations of imagination. So understood, amount of practical righteousness.” But society is a form of poetry; the cultivated where does duty find its inspiration and classes deliberately recompose the idyll of the sanctions? In religion. And what does past, and the buried world of Astræa. Para- Amiel think of the traditional religion of dox or not, I believe that these fugitive at Christendom, the Christianity of the tempts to reconstruct a dream, whose only Churches? He tells us repeatedly; but a end is beauty, represent confused reminis. cences of an age of gold haunting the human month or two before his death, with death heart; or rather, aspirations towards a har- in full view, he tells us with peculiar immony of things which every-day reality denies pressiveness.

and of which art alone gives us a glimpse. The whole Semitic dramaturgy has come to I remember reading in an American seem to me a work of the imagination. The newspaper a solemn letter by an excellent apostolic documents have changed in value republican, asking what were a shopman's tween belief and truth has grown clearer and

and meaning to my eyes. The distinction beor a laborer's feelings when he walked clearer to me. Religious psychology has bethrough Eaton or Chatsworth. Amiel come a simple phenomenon, and has lost its will tell him : they are “reminiscences of fixed and absolute value. The apologetics of an age of gold haunting the human heart, Pascal, Leibnitz, Secrétan, appear to me no aspirations towards a harmony of things more convincing than those of the Middle which every-day reality denies to us." oi Age, for they assume that which is in ques. appeal to my friend the author of " Tri- tion - - a revealed doctrine, a definite and unumphant Democracy” himself, to say

changeable Christianity. whether these are to be had in walking Is it possible, he asks, to receive at this through Pittsburg.

day the common doctrine of a divine Prove

to us,

:

idence directing all the circumstances of This is water to our mill, as the Gerour life, and consequently inflicting upon mans say, indeed. But I have come even us our miseries as means of education? thus late in the day to speak of Amiel, not Is this heroic faith compatible with our

because I found him supplying water for actual knowledge of the laws of nature? any particular mill, either mine or any Hardly. But what this faith makes objective other, but because it seemed to me that by we may take subjectively. The moral being a whole important side he was eminently may moralize his suffering in turning the at- worth knowing, and that to this side of ural fact to account for the education of his him the public, here in England at any inner man. What he cannot change he calls rate, had not had its attention sufficiently, the will of God, and to will what God wills drawn. If in the seventeen thousand brings him peace.

pages of the journal there are many pages But can a religion, Amiel asks again, still unpublished in which Amiel exercises without miracles, without unverifiable his true vocation of critic, of literary critic mystery, be efficacious, have influence more especially, let his friends give them with the many ? And again he answers : to us, let M. Scherer introduce them to us, Pious fiction is still fiction. Truth has su- for us. But sat patria Priamoque datum:

let Mrs. Humphry Ward translate them perior rights. The world must adapt itself to Maïa has had her full share of space altruth, not truth to the world. Copernicus upset the astronomy of the Middle Age; so ready; I will not ask for a word more much the worse for the astronomy. The about the infinite illusion, or the double Everlasting Gospel is revolutionizing the zero, or the great wheel. Churches; what does it matter?

MATTHEW ARNOLD.

A BEAR HUNT IN THE HIMALAYAS. - A the shoulder ; but it seemed to have no effect, correspondent writes to the Field: “We had and on he charged straight at us, making a news of a large black bear; so I sent on my terrific shindy. I gave him the left barrel in shikari and rifle to the Dâk Bungalow at the middle of his body, and the shock of the Doonga Gully, where I was to sleep. I ar- bullet rolled him over; but he contrived to rived at the bungalow toward the small hours get into his cave, to which he was close, be. of the morning. The shikari was waiting to fore I could give him another bullet. Knowsay that he had got a tracker, and we were to ing he was mortally wounded, we waited half start for the bear at 5 A.M. After a walk of an hour before reconnoitring. We then went six miles of the steepest climbing I ever had, to the cave, but it was so deep and dark that and hanging on to fearful precipices - those we could do nothing. Getting a lot of wood, of the Himalayas must be seen to be under- we tried to smoke him out, but he did not stood - we came on the bear's fresh tracks. show. We then sat down, and, after a counHe was evidently a large one, from his pugs cil of war, concluded we could do nothing (foot-mark). We tracked him for some dis- without light and help. I therefore remained tance to the edge of a terrible incline. We with the shikari while the tracker went back were at a height of over ten thousand feet, to Doonga for a lantern, which in due time and there was snow in all the ravines. The arrived. We then entered the cave, the shitracker went on in front, and presently came kari first with lantern and a knife, and I next back with a face of delight to say that the with the rifle. The cave was very narrow and bear was lying on a rock just outside his cave, went far into the rock. We had got about taking the air. It was now so steep that I twenty yards, when suddenly the bear, which had to take off my shooting-boots and walk was hidden behind a turn in the cave, gave a with bare feet, as a slip would have been fatal. roar, seized the shikari's hand and the lanLuckily there was a strong breeze blowing tern, tore his arm and leg, and left us in perfrom the bear up to us, so there was no dan- fect darkness. How we got out of that cave ger of his scenting us, which is most to be I know not; but we did so with very fair av. feared in bear-stalking Down we went to-erage speed. Luckily, the bear was injured wards him, creeping nearer and nearer, till at so that he could not rise on his hind legs; as last we got within forty yards. My shikari we afterwards found, the bottom of his spine had now become so excited that he was shak- was smashed, and the bullet in his intestines, ing all over, and kept telling me to fire. I but he had just been able to strike at the shiwanted, however, to make sure, so crept on kari. To make a long story short, the bear till within twenty paces. The shikari's ex- died next day, and a man with a long torch citement now became intense, and he nearly went into the cave, and the carcass was pulled spoiled the whole thing. In trying to restrain out. It measured six feet from nose to tail, himself he coughed loudly, and up sprang the and five feet nine inches round the chest." bear. At once I gave him the right barrel in |

FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION. Or come and warm us when Winter freezes,

And northern breezes
WITH each new spring

Are keen and cold,
Newborn it wakes, when every forest thing
Unfurling is and buds are blossoming.

With loving glances and close hand-pressings,

And fervent blessings

That grow not old.
In tones we know
It speaks, that voice of immemorial woe,
“That leaves should come again – that we

Nayl do not linger; for each to-morrow

Will break in sorrow
should go!"

If thou delay :
Ere the Greek sung,

Come to us quickly; our hearts are burning

With tender yearning: In words melodious from the heart-blood

Come, come to-day. wrung,

J. ASHCROFT NOBLE. It leaped to life in prehistoric tongue.

is wet;

Grey ages toss
Its fainting echoes the far chasm across,
Bridging their ancient to our present loss.

“WILL HE COME?"
It hath an art

THE sun has lit the wood and set; As universal as the human heart;

With heavy dews the grass In every land and clime it plays a part.

The firs stand out in silhouette,

Sharp, tall, and stilly ;
It shall be true,

Sometimes a rabbit flits in sight,
Old and yet ever young, trite and yet new,

A scampering whisk a gleam of white; Whenever trees are green and skies are blue. Naught else. Her scarf she gathers tight

The air is chilly.
When from the gloom

The belfry clock strikes slowly - eight!
Of the dark earth upbreaks the tender bloom

“Ah, waning love makes trysters late; There shall be sound of wailing at the tomb.

Slack suitor he whose queen may wait ! ”

She stops and listens :
When clouds are clest

A dead leaf rustled that was all ! With silver splendors, and when rains have Well, maiden pride will come at call; left,

She will not let the teardrop fall Upward shall yearn wild arms of love bereft! It stands and glistens. Unceasingly

She turns - but hark! the step she knows ! Rings down the centuries one piteous cry, The branches part and, swinging, close; “That these, that these should live — that we What penance now on him impose should die !

The tryst who misses ?
Cornhill Magazine. She can't be hard, though sore she tries,

For love will melt through loving eyes,
And all the chiding words that rise
Are crushed with kisses.

FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE, M.A.
INVITATION
COME when Spring touches with gentle finger
The snows that linger

WAITING.
Among the hills;
When to our homestead return the swallows, Once, in the twilight of an autumn day,
And in the hollows

I stood upon a beaten path, that led
Bloom daffodils.

The shepherd lads to where their charges fed

In pastures high above the upland way: Or, if thou tarry, come with the Summer, Solemn, and lone, and still, the mountain lay; That welcome comer,

And, like a dome above a temple spread, Welcome as he;

The blue sky stretched its beauty overhead, When noontide sunshine beats on the meadow, with not one Aoating cloud to preach decay. A seat in shadow

Always — above the hush, through the soft We'll keep for thee.

light

Slow waning - the wide solitude was fraught Or, if it please thee, come with the reaping, With mystic impulse from the silence caught When to safe keeping

Half intonations heralding the night-
They bring the sheaves;

That to my heart, awe-bound, conveyed a
When Autumn decketh with colored splendor
And pathos tender

Of calm expectancy and questionless suspense. The dying leaves.

Chambers' Journal.

ALFRED WOOD.

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From The Nineteenth Century. he was the grandson of Dr. Erasmus DarA GREAT LESSON.

win a man very famous in his day, who THE most delightful of all Mr. Darwin's was the earliest popular exponent of evoworks is the first he ever wrote. It is lution as explaining the creative work, and bis journal as the naturalist of H.M.S. who, both in prose and verse, had made it Beagle in her exploring voyage round familiar as at least a dream and a poetic the world from the beginning of 1832 to speculation. Charles Darwin in his journearly the end of 1836. It was published nal seems as unconscious of that specuin 1842, and a later edition appeared in lation as if he had never heard of it, or 1845. Celebrated as this book once was, was as desirous to forget it as if he confew probably read it now. Yet in many curred in the ridicule of it which had respects it exhibits Darwin at his best, and amused the readers of the “ Anti-Jacobin.” if we are ever inclined to rest our opinions Only once in the journal is there any alluupon authority, and to accept without sion to such speculations, and then only doubt what a remarkable man has taught, to the form in which they had been more I do not know any work better calculated scientifically clothed by the French natuto inspire confidence than Darwin's jour-ralist Lamarck. This is all the more curipal. It records the observations of a mind ous and interesting, since here and there singularly candid and unprejudiced — fix- Charles Darwin records some facts, and ing upon nature a gaze keen, penetrating, enters upon some reasoning, in which we and curious, but yet cautious, reflective, can now see the undeveloped germs of the and almost reverent. The thought of how theory which ultimately took entire poslittle we know- of how much there is to session of his mind. But that theory was, be known, and of how hardly we can learn beyond all question, the later growth of it - is the thought which inspires the nar. independent observation and of indepen. rative as with an abiding presence. There dent thought. He started free — free at is, too, an intense love of nature and an least, so far as his own consciousness was intense admiration of it, the expression of concerned. The attitude of his mind was which is carefully restrained and meas. at that time receptive, not constructive. ured, but which seems often to overflow It was gathering material, but it had not the limits which are self-imposed. And begun to build. It was watching, arrang. when man, the highest work of nature, but ing, and classifying facts. But it was not not always its happiest or its best, comes selecting from among them such as would across his path, Darwin's observations are fit a plan. Still less was it setting aside always noble. “A kindly man moving any that did not appear to suit. He might among his kind " seems to express his have said with truth that which was said by spirit. He appreciates every high calling, a greater man before him : “Hypotheses every good work, however far removed it non fingo.” This is one of the many may be from that to which he was himself great charms of the book. devoted. His language about the missiona- And yet there was one remarkable exries of Christianity is a signal cxample, in ception. Like every other voyager who striking contrast with the too common lan- bas traversed the vast southern ocean, he guage of lesser men. His indignant denun- was struck, impressed, and puzzled by its ciation of slavery presents the same high wonderful coral reefs, its thousands of characteristics of a mind eminently gentle | coral islands, and its still more curious and humane. In following him we feel coral “atolls.” Why is it that so many of that not merely the intellectual but the the continents and of the great continental moral atmosphere in which we move is islands whose coasts front or are surhigh and pure. And then, besides these rounded by the waters of the Pacific, are great recommendations, there is another fringed and protected by barrier reefs of which must not be overlooked. We have coral? The curious question that arises Darwin here before he was a Darwinian. is not why the coral should grow at all, or He embarked on that famous voyage with how it grows. All this, no doubt, is full Do preconceived theories to maintain. Yet of wonder-wonder all the greater the

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