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This description was too graphic nature from what it is into that of and terse for me to be mistaken; such a useful member of society. Philana female had accosted me some time thropists have tried to make good before, so that I could put the impish citizens out of the aborigines of vagrant on the right track.

Australia and have universally failed. The children of tramps seldom take The aboriginal has perished before any of the troubles of childhood. his reformation had advanced beyond Probably they suffer a little from the initiatory stages, and the same hot gums when they are teething, but may be said of the tramp. He may they don't trouble their mothers, be confined within four walls until and they have a superabundance of his health gives way, but he will hard crusts to help them along. As never take to honest labour, nor be for measles or whooping-cough, I induced to quit his wandering and cannot recall a single case where I lazy mode of life. It is the same noticed the symptoms, so I suppose,

with children of the first generation. if one does fall ill on the march, that They may be forced to learn reading the mother leaves the patient behind and writing, accomplishments which to the care of the nurses provided by they will afterwards utilise in the society and straightway forgets his or form of begging letters ; but like the her existence. The children scramble aborigines of Australia they will on through their young life, until, like return to their old ways so soon as the birds, they pair off, independent they can get free, no matter what of all ties, living, as the true savage advantages they throw aside to get lives, only for themselves.

once again into their ragg. There I may be mistaken, and yet from is apparently a fascination about my own experience of the real tramp, rags and the life that goes with which I have tried to present to you, them which, once tasted, cannot be there is not, and never will be, any

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(A.D. 33.) [Tas following verses may be of some interest to those who knew Henry Kingsley, or who have read his spirited and romantic books. One of these books, GEOFFREY HAMLYN, was republished only the other day. Happily for the world what is chival. rous and gallant in literature will always find a response, and the rising generations, no less than the setting generations, continue to enjoy fresh air in the pages of their favourite books and like to read of spirited adventures, and of brave young men at full gallop on desperate and generous missions. What sort of hero he of the present motor-car will turn into, still remains to be sung by some master-singer.

Many years ago Henry Kingsley, who had returned from distant ventures, married and settled down for a time somewhere on the river between Henley and Wargrave, He was working very hard, writing for newspapers and finishing book after book, but in intervals of leisure and sunshine we used sometimes to see him or his young wife sculling their little boat from under the branches of the willow-trees growing along those banks, which with their delicious dabbled fringe of green and purple divided our two cottages. The writer can remember going with her brother-in-law Leslie Stephen, travelling also by water and along the green shining sedges, to call upon Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley in their cottage at Wargrave. Whoever else might be there from the neighbouring houses, one special friend was always to be seen close to Henry Kingsley's chair, a beautiful deer-hound, in looks like that Abbotsford Maida, so weil known to us all.

The other day, after a lifetime-after many lifetimes—the writer received a packet of old MSS., dating from those bygone days, to look over, and among it she found this poem, which no one had read for years. She is grateful to Mr. Macmillan and his Editor, who have given it honour and a place in the shrine of many good men and works and long remembered writings, and to the friend who has added some missing words and cleared up some obscurities in the unfinished text.

ANNE RITCHIE.] “Oh stay with me! it groweth late,

The dew falls fast, and night is near;
The fox is barking on the hill,

The mountain road is lone and drear.
“ The lion lurketh in the glen

That leadeth down to Galilee,
And Pontius Pilate's armed men

Swarm on the hill ;-abide with me.
“ Last week an Arab robber passed,

Wounded and footsore, faint and wan;
We took him in and bound his wounds,

We gave him food, and sped him on.
“ This morn the Roman soldiers came-

Spies had betrayed our charity
They slew my husband on the hearth,

They hanged my son upon the tree.
“Their corpses lie within the tent,

And I sit lonely by the bier,
Lone, childless, widowed, desolate;

Yet rest with me, for night is near."

“I cannot stay," the Stranger said: “Woman, you know not what


ask. The night is near, the work not done ; I must away, towards


task.” "Nay, Stranger, stay,” the widow said,

To shelter from the evening heat; One сир

of water ere you go, And rest awhile your way-worn feet." The Stranger bowed His lordly head

And passed into the widow's tent: He blessed the water ere He drank,

And softly towards the dead men went. He kissed the father on his brow,

He kissed the boy upon his cheek, He laid His band upon their breasts

And looked on them,—but did not speak. The dead men rose, and stared around.

“ We dreamed a dream of rest,” said they, • We dreamed that all the strife was done

And waited for thee; past away
'Is that sweet dream, ah mother, wife,

Have we come back to thee again?
We thought that thou would'st come to us

Not we to thee. Were we not slain
But yester morn? Are we alive,

Or hath death brought thee to us now? What sleep was that? What waking this ?

Who standeth there? What, is it thou ?" "Silence !” the Stranger said and passed

Swift-footed on His lonely way, Towards the lake, where in the West

Gleamed the last glories of the day. They watched His swift steps speeding on

Up the wild glen towards the shore. He crossed the ridge, and He was gone,

Gone from their gaze for ever more, For ever more while life shall last

Yet shall they see Him once again, When all the angelic hosts of Heaven

Hymn round the Throne their deathless strain.
They'll know Him then, that Stranger wan,

When dawns the everlasting day;
Those simple Arabs of the glen
Will know that Christ had passed that way.



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“ 'TWERE well for mortals other daughters yield themselves up to whence to raise children, and for insolence and wine after the manner there to be no women; so had there of the Ladies Tarquin, or would they been no evil to mankind.” In these spend their spinsterhood at the disdays of little Latin and less Greek taff like the virtuous but unhappy no apology is needed for quoting in Lucrece? No man will hesitate for the vernacular the words of Euri- a moment what to reply. There pides, “ Euripides, the tender, with would be no banqueting, no looking his droppings of warm tears.” upon the wine when it was red.

Jason spoke in his wrath ; his first Late dinners would be at once wife objected to be supplemented by abolished and there would be an a younger rival, and he jumped to abnormal rise in the price of eggs. the conclusion that all women were Your natural woman detests order in equally unreasonable. It never her meals. Breakfast in bed, lunch curred to poet or people that there with her hat on, tea out of doors, was another and simpler alternative; but, above all, an egg in the drawingthat the Lords of Creation should room for dinner; these are her simple be eliminated from mankind and the desires. It is not that she loves simgentler sex left in possession of the plicity so much, but orderliness is stage.

connected in her mind with the manAstronomers sometimes entertain us agement of servants and picnicking sugby speculating what would have been gests emancipation. Men who spend the consequence to our planet, had our their lives in the office working for golden sun been red like Aldebaran or daily bread have little notion of the green like some sister star. It might tireless devotion and unceasing worry be equally profitable to consider what that makes things go so smoothly at would happen if at some distant date home. It is one thing to come back the Boers, not content with driving weary and appreciate the excellence the English into the sea, as they of parlourmaid and cook ; it is quite once threatened, should overcome their another to beard those worthies daily horror of salt-water and, after reduc- in their sanctum and insist upon the ing England to subjection, should display of that excellence. deport our male population in a body The ill-used Medea, to return for to Kerguelen's Land, or some equally a moment to our original illustration, uninteresting portion of the Antarctic in a passage whose incisiveness the Ocean. We all remember the sad immortal Mrs. Caudle herself might results that followed when the Greek bave envied, repudiated with indignahusbands lingered too long around tion the suggestion that a matron's Ilium, or later when the Roman life was a life of ease. She would hosts were detained outside the walls rather three times face the spear on of Ardea. Would our wives and the battle-field than once endure a


woman's lot at home. It is doubtful husband's business has permeated his whether she over estimated her case. being, and that if his library table We are not of those who speak slight sometimes exhibits a suspicious asingly of villainous saltpetre, nor do we pect, it is the weakness of the flesh undervalue the efficacy of a well. and not the willingness of the spirit directed torpedo ; but if we

which leads him to be untidy. offered the choice between a month There are some to whom these rein the stokehole of a Russian man- marks will seem paradoxical, because of-war or a fortnight under the artil. they have been led away by proconlery of the servants' hall, we should ceived ideas and have never studied think twice before deciding which the subject for themselves. The was the kindlier fate.

solution of the problem of woman's “ You know, my love, I never in- nature cannot be evolved from the terfere with your household affairs, inner consciousness. It can be conbut I should be glad if you would quered by sitting still and looking at suggest to Jane that I don't like ring. it. We have never ceased to wonder ing so often for my boots," or, more that two neighbouring people like the testily, “I wish to heaven, Clara, English and the Welsh can grow up you'd tell that maid of yours to side by side in ignorance even of each attend to her business and answer other's language. There is a greater the bell.” These contributions to the wonder nearer home. What do we domestic economy the most pusil- English men know of the women who lanimous husband is not afraid to live in our midst ? At school and make. But when it comes to a per:

at college we are kept apart. As sonal demonstration on the side of bachelors we meet and fence with order, or a practical suggestion in them in society, but it is not until the interests of efficiency, the pre- we are married that the mask is dominant partner usually seeks safety thrust aside and we learn to know in inglorious fight. And let it be our partners face to face. It has remembered that this perfection of been said that marriage doubles our detail is not in itself dear to the expenses and halves our pleasures. If female heart. Notice the difference this were true it would be but the of behaviour in man and woman on necessary penalty of high estate. The receiving a parcel. He, secretive by man who has once tasted the sweets nature, puts it away for a while out of the hunting-field cares less for of sight, and when he opens it folds hacking along the road ; his ideas string into neat little have expanded.

In the same way bundles. She, all haste to examine the man who has once been admitted her treasure, which is probably some into the fellowship of the other sex domestic flannel bought an hour before, cares less for celibate delights, but flings paper and string on the floor, his range of experience is widened. where they remain undisturbed. It

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discit omnes," which may never occurs to her that the room is be translated freely, “Women are loss comfortable on that account and much of a muchness." Ho finds that when she upbraids the housemaid they have been credited with attrinext morning for not removing them, butes that do not belong to them, it is neglect of duty, not untidiness, and perhaps denied virtues that are that vexes her righteous soul. She fairly their due. cannot understand that the love of Before, however, starting upon the the order which is necessary for her catalogue of these virtues and at

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