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had actually torn a way through shrouded the course of the the thatch of one house to get river. to the folks inside. This has “ It looks as though the to be seen to be believed, but rains are pretty near," I obwe were shown the hole in the served. roof where the lion had clawed “It does,” said R., “and through ; and what is more we've still got that blessed marvellous still, had got back roof to fix up. I wishwith a girl of some eighteen but his wish was never spoken, years in its mouth. We meas- for from across the way came ured the distance of the leap, a man's cry of sheer terror. and I entered it in my diary as “God above !” ejaculated “exactly seven feet eight inches R., and before I had time to from the floor to the thatch," get clear of the bedclothes he with a further note that two had reached for his rifle and other people were sleeping in fired through the doorway. A the hut at the time but were moment later he was gone. not molested."

I ran to the door in my Once more we took up our pyjamas, and away across the quarters in poor Gombameti's square, I could see R. bending house and prepared for action. over a figure on the ground. From the natives we gathered 'Who is it?I shouted. that the lion had visited th “ The last of the Mohicansvillage eight nights out of the the policeman !” he shouted seventeen since it had made its back, and with a final glance first appearance, and in five at the remnants of humanity cases had made a “kill.” From on the floor, he came across to this we reckoned we should not me. have to wait long. And we “Did you hit it ?

" I asked didn't !

as he came near. By an outrageous fortune “No, I didn't get a chance. the very next victim was the I fired blindly. I saw the sole remaining policeman, whole thing," he went on ex. Swalayo. He was taken the citedly. “ At least I didn't second day after our arrival, see the blighter arrive, but I and this was the manner of it. saw it bolting with Swalayo

At about a quarter to six in its mouth. I frightened it of the morning after our arrival enough to make it drop the R. was standing in the doorway fellow, though. What a pity smoking a cigarette, while I I didn't notice it coming. He's was still in bed drinking my as dead as a door nail. Got him morning tea. There was a straight through the neck!” distinct chill in the air, for By this time the villagers the sun had not yet risen above had arrived, and their lamentathe horizon, and looking past tions were both loud and long, R. through the doorway, I though Swalayo was not the noticed that thick mist best-loved man in the village. VOL. CCXVIII.-NO. MCCCXXI.

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To escape the noise we re we ordered Selimani to clear tired into the house and called the room. Once they had for breakfast.

gone I instructed Selimani to “Bwana,” observed Selimani fetch the old man who had suddenly, from where he stood first

come to our camp cleaning the rifle in the door- when Gombameti had been way, “ that lion will come back taken. for Swalayo to-night."

To this gentleman we careFor a moment we took no fully explained that it was notice of this, and then R. quite true that we had sent suddenly slapped his knee. our "dogs” to the village in

“By George ! The very idea. the first case, and that now, Salt Swalayo !

since all the policemen were I looked across at my partner, dead, we proposed to send the and lifted an inquiring eye- dog's spirit back to Siwezi brow.

Camp. To this end it was “Explain," I suggested. necessary that we had one of

“Pickle Swalayo in the the dead policemen upon which arsenic and leave him where to work our white man's he lies. Lion comes — eats magic,” and if he would see Swalayo-lion dies—everything that Swalayo were brought to splendid !” he expounded, with us, then we, on our part, would a graceful spread of his hands. give not only Swalayo back to

“Humph! There's some- the villagers but also the lion thing in that idea," said I dead ! judiciously.

and so the spirit of “Usually is in my ideas,” Swalayo will be glad, and commented my partner airily. when the villagers dance to

Presently I called Selimani. morrow night around the dead

“Order the boys not to lion, the spirit of —" bury Swalayo but to bring “Here, go easy!” interhim here," I said.

rupted R. in English, stopping “I expect we shall have a my flood of eloquence. "Stick job to get him," prophesied to facts. What are you going R., and as events proved, we to do if the blighter doesn't did, for no sooner had we come for him! We don't want explained the idea to the as- to look bigger fools than we sembled villagers than a cry of are—by nature !” pious horror rent the air.

“Shut up!” I retorted, “No, this thing can never “What's it matter, anyway?" be," cried one old fellow. “To and turning to the old boy, feed the lion with Swalayo who was listening with all his would mean great trouble with ears to our strange languagethe Portuguese," and the ex

and the spirit of cited natives vociferously up- Swalayo will come and dance held him. Indeed, there seemed with you, and he will drive every likelihood of a riot until his spear deep into the lion,

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and his heart will laugh with every house as the inhabitants glee and—”

heard it dragging at the poor “You said that before,” in- corpse beneath the banana-tree. terrupted R. “Ask the old Loudest of all was the voice buffer what he intends to do of the faithful Selimani who, about it, and stop that Rider perched aloft in the safety of Haggarding.” (R.'s soul could an empty corn-bin, announced never rise above the practical that the lion had made off with tin-tacks of anything.)

the body. In the end the old gentle “Then it's dead," said I, man promised to do his best, remembering the quantity of and—I flatter myself—-very im- arsenic I had put into Swalayo, pressed, he left the room. and smiling cheerfully into the

He worked with such good darkness, I turned over and effect upon the minds of the went to sleep. villagers that by the after Before dawn next morning noon they had given in, and were astir.

One glance by half-past three the corpse was enough to show that the of Swalayo lay at our front bait had gone, and followed door. The gruesome task of by the villagers en masse, we filling him with arsenic fell to went along the trail. We soon my lot-R. facetiously super- found Swalayo, very little damintending the operation--and aged by his post-death adven finally, we had him carried ture, and a little farther onacross the square. Now out the lion.

the lion. The “lion" proved side his house there was a to be a lioness, and very old big banana-tree, and in the and very mangy it was, too. shadow of this we sat him down R. came to the conclusion that with his back leaning against the younger lion we had shot the tree. The natives having was this one's son, and had once overcome their aversion, learnt his raiding from his entered into the spirit of the decrepit mother. This I leave thing and propped his head to better informed authorities upright in a forked stick. In to judge; but in any case, the end Swalayo, well arseniced, right or wrong, after the death was sitting in the shade of his of this old lioness Mitimoni own banana-tree as naturally was never troubled again during as ever he had done in life. the time we were camped in

That night the, by now, sadly those parts. depleted village was agog with Our reputation was sky-high excitement. R. was distinctly after this last episode, and nervous about the lion not wherever the story was told, coming, while I maintained an no decent-minded native ever air of masterly optimism. doubted for one single moment

But our luck was in, for the but that the Bwanas were lion did come, and the hour working hand in glove with the of its coming was shouted from lions.

BEN JONSON, THE MAN.

BY CHARLES WHIBLEY.

It is difficult to think of shadows of the world. He Ben Jonson separately from strove, and was ever crying. Shakespeare. And it is the It was not for him to say that difference between the two men none was worth his strife. The rather than their resemblance stage was not merely his dethat arrests us. The contrast light, it was his battlefield also, which the instinctive beauty where he might fight with his of Shakespeare's works pre- fellows for the mastery, and sents to the conscious accom- defend at the sword's point plishment of Jonson's is plain his creed of art and morals. for all to see. The contrast The result was that while is even greater between the Shakespeare lives only in his impressions which their lives works, Jonson still belongs made upon their own and suc- somewhat boisterously to the ceeding ages. Shakespeare world of gossip and scandal. troubled himself very little con- There is, indeed, all the cerning the opinions which his difference in the world between contemporaries held of him. the two temperaments — the He wrote his plays and kept one, Shakespeare's, indifferent himself sternly detached from to or shrinking from the public the controversies of the hour. gaze; the other, Jonson's, seekThe little that we know of ing publicity at all hazards, him has been wrested with and not caring vastly whether strenuous toil from the past. he be attacked, so long as he The inquiry does not cease nor can retaliate and give instant grow cold, and the result is proof of his valour. If of always incommensurate with Shakespeare we know little, the labour. The mere letters of Ben Jonson a great deal, it of his name, written upon a is the fault of each. For true piece of parchment, excite our it is that every man is bis curiosity if they leave it un- own biographer. This one is satisfied. In the encounter with diligent in suppressing such Death we have not had the facts as may help the worshipgood fortune of Hercules. Ben per in some far distant age to Jonson, on the other hand, make a portrait. That other seems to thrust himself upon so assiduously relates or com

He made or published ments upon his own adventures the materials of his biography that the work of painting is as he went on. He preferred to easily achieved. While Shakes live openly in the bright sun-peare carefully covered up his shine, or even in the dark footsteps as he went trium

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phantly through the world, gospel.” At his father's death, Jonson put on his heavy boots, Ben Jonson's mother, from and strode forth to fight his whom it is clear that he inenemies with the best will in herited his militant temper, the world. The 'Sonnets of married a master bricklayer, Shakespeare, if indeed they are and in the altered circumstances autobiographical, are still an he was but poorly brought up. un pierced mystery. In his Happily a friend, said to have Underwoods 'and 'Epigrams' been the illustrious Camden, Jonson tells us plainly whom he to whom he said he owed all loved and whom he hated, and that he had in arts, all that he takes us into indiscreet knew," took pity upon him, confidence whether we will or and sent him to Westminster not.

School, where he laid the Messrs Herford and Percy foundation of that erudition, Simpson, the authors of 'Ben wide and deep, which served Jonson' (Oxford : at the Clar- him in good stead throughout endon Press), have taken full his turbulent life. When he advantage of the many docu- left Westminster, he made an ments which lay to their hand, attempt upon Cambridge, but, and have given us a picture means failing him, he was put of Ben Jonson, the man, which to the trade of his stepfather. is neither blurred nor indis- Aubrey, the gossip, says that tinct. Their judgment matches "he wrought some time with their erudition ; and when their his father-in-law, and particuwork is complete we shall have larly on the garden wall of such an edition of Ben Jonson's Lincoln's Inn, next to Chancery plays and poems as will be Lane, and that ... a knight, an enduring credit to English a bencher, walking thro', and scholarship. Meanwhile, if we hearing him repeat some Greek put aside for the moment the verses out of Homer, discoursplays of Jonson, we shall find ing with him, and finding him in the pages of Messrs Herford to have a wit extraordinary, and Simpson all the materials gave him some exhibition to of a biography,

maintain him at Trinity ColBen Jonson was born, it is lege.” That this legend is true said of border blood, in 1572. seems unlikely, but it may His father, in the religious express the general truth that tumult of the time, lost his his learning was accidentally estate, was even cast into discovered, and procured him prison, and became, in the such preferment in the world happier reign of Queen Eliza- as he needed. beth, “a grave minister of the Before he commenced play

1 It may seem ungracious to find fault with so deeply learned a work, but the date of Burton's "Anatomy of Melancholy' is 1621, not 1612; and is it not as foolish to speak of Duplessis and Mornay as to speak of Ovidius and Naso ?

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