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must of necessity be somewhat above the and very naturally, because in a woman average of womankind-why, then, do the same offence is hardly a failing ; but they apply the expression, “a man's it does not follow, because a woman is man,” only to those of the other sex who merciful to a man who shows a want of are the least gracious and attractive of courage, that she prefers cowardice in the human beings, and the most uncouth of other sex, any more than it follows tha: their kind? And why is it that they are because a man is most willing to excuse a so sure that the qualities that recommend certain recklessness of demeanor and free. themselves to a woman can never recom doin of speech-which, after all, are but mend themselves to a man, and that a faint shadows of his own-he does not woman's woman and a man's woman can prefer ways that are more modest and never be found in the same person? As guarded. The apparent divergence of a matter of fact, the expressions, wherever opinion on this subject arises, not from and however they may be used, will near the fact that the two sexes admire different ly always be found to be based upon the qualities, but that they do not attach the contempt that one sex has for the judg same amount of blame to the want of those ment and powers of discrimination of the qualities ; and the misunderstanding which other, when the character of one of them results is almost entirely upon the woman's selves is in question. When one man side. With a woman, condonation always speaks of another as being a ladies' man, means approval. Any man wbo ventures he means to imply that he is a poor crea to condone, or find excuses for, what seems ture, deficient in both body and spirit, to her to be unseemly, must of necessity, who is better fitted to adorn a lady's draw in her eyes, not only approve it but ading-room than to fight in the rough battle mire it. She never applies the same rule of life. When, on the other hand, a to herself. And why? Because she says woman says of another woman that she that she is a woman, and ought not to be gets on very well with gentlemen,” or expected to be logical

. A man, apparentthat she is the kind of girl that men ad- ly, is expected not only to be logical, bat mire, she means that she is a flaunting, to be capable of no half-way feelings. It flirting young person whose manners are is for this reason that the expression, “ a as free as her speech. It is merely the woman's woman,” as it is used by Miss way in which one sex is accustomed to Cleveland, rankles in the manly breast. libel the other; and yet, just as there is In calling Mrs. Leslie by that name, she hardly any libel that does not contain some intended not only to give the highest measure of truth, and the greater the praise that was possible to her subject, measure of truth the more cruel the libel, but also to deal a back-handed blow at so there is a certain amount of reason in the other sex. “ This is a woman," she this mutual accusation, and it is only when seems to say, “ of such rare excellence the reason is apparently just that the ac as only another woman can appreciate, cusation is resented.

a woman's woman, not such as men adWe honestly believe that, as a general mire, whose eyes are proverbially blind rule, the qualities that stand highest in à to what is really beautiful, but such a woman's estimation of her own sex, are woman as we ourselves know to be best those that also stand highest in a man's and most desirable,-in fact, the most estimation, and vice versâ ; that no wom- gracious and attractive of all human an, for instance, can have more regard for beings." Why should Miss Cleveland, modesty and tenderness than a man has, or any other woman, assume this dulness and that no man puts a higher value upon and shortsightedness on the part of men, courage and honesty than a woman does. or suppose that they cannot be attracted And yet, although both sexes seem thor- by real grace? Is not the supposition a oughly agreed as to what is desirable in little unfair upon the part of the fair sex ! the other, they still continue to show a In common justice to the male sex, we curious perversity, not in admiring, but in would ask if any one has ever heard a man excusing and condoning the want of what use the expression, "a man's man," in is desirable, even the actual existence of the same invidious sense, or, indeed, has what is undesirable. The failing which in ever heard a man make use of that expresa man's eyes is the unpardonable sin, ission at all? That, too, is a woman's one which a woman most readily forgives, phrase, and means generally something the

reverse of complimentary, -an uncouth to answer for. The persistent way in being, savage, and devoid of gentle merits. which they have decried man's judgment, We have already admitted that the term, and misrepresented his feelings, is enough

a lady's man, ” is used by men to de- by itself to have demoralized their readnote something that does not seem to them ers' ideas. No great novelist of the other to be altogether admirable ; but we hum sex has ever ventured to make his heroine bly submit that no man would ever have anything but most womanly. Perhaps the arrogance to suppose that woman is in- “ Diana of the Crossways” may be cited capable of appreciating his highest quali- as a woman who, in woman's parlance, ties, however much he may be perplexed “got on very well with gentlemen,” and to account for the toleration which she dis- who did not get on very well with her own plays toward qualities which he considers sex ; but Mr. George Meredith has been detestable. However, inasmuch as wom careful to endow Diana with graces and ankind is most to blame in bringing about failings that make her the most feminine this misapprehension of man's ideal of of women, and prove that either result feminine

graces, so upon their heads have was rather her misfortune than her fault. fallen the deplorable consequence. Proba- We cannot honestly say that we should bly there is hardly one man in a hundred have fallen in love with Amelia Sedley, who bas such a inistaken idea of what a whose womanly virtues have been rather woman likes and dislikes, that he would caricatured in Thackeray's hands, but at deliberately try to ingratiate himself with least we should have preferred her to her by pretending to qualities that are Becky Sharp, who was the very opposite more proper to her sex than to his. There to what Miss Cleveland and others term a are many men, it is true, who incur the woman's woman. It is necessary in the reproach of effeminacy, and whose lack of commerce between men and women, that manliness succeeds in procuring them that one side should attempt to meet the other pity which is but one step toward the half-way ; but if the meeting is impracaffection of womankind; but the rôle that ticable at that distance, it is better that it they play is not the outcome of premedi. should never take place at all. The man tation, but the unfortunate result of their or the woman who crosses that mark, who own temperament. On the other hand, goes a greater distance to meet a member there are very many women who, victims of the other sex upon their own ground, to their own fond imaginings, deliberately only suffers a loss of dignity, and justly discard their most womanly characteristics incurs the reproach that is contained in for the purpose of seeking man's favor, the contemptuous phrases which we have and really believe that by assuming a man- quoted. For if Miss Cleveland, and other nish swagger and-want of delicacy, we ladies who write, would only believe it, will say—they more easily commend them we would respectfully assure them that it selves to his good graces. They may per- is not by man's wish or invitation that haps attract the attention and favor of cer

cross the line. They really are tain men of the baser sort ; but we will do most to blame for keeping alive a delusion them the charity to believe that it is not which is perfectly unfounded, and which the baser sort that they wish to attract. cruelly misrepresents the humbler sex.—

Really, some lady-novelists have much Spectator.

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A WAR CORRESPONDENT'S REMINISCENCES,

BY ARCHIBALD FORBES,

My most prominent colleague in the that wonderful lonely, ride through the Russo-Turkish war was Mr. Januarius Great Desert of Central Asia, to overtake Aloysius MacGahan, by extraction an Irish- Kaufmann's Russian army on its march to man, by birth an American. Of all the Khiva. lle it was who stirred Europe to men who have earned reputation in this its inmost heart by the terrible, and not profession of ours, I regard MacGahan as less truthful than terrible, pictures of what ihe most brilliant. He was the hero of have passed into history as the “ Bul

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garian Atrocities." It is no exaggeration The hardships he blithely endured when indeed to aver that, for better or worse, were frozen around him in their MacGahan was the virtual author of the wretched bivouacs among the snow, and Russo-Turkish war. His pen-pictures of when to write his letters he had to thaw the atrocities so excited the fury of the his frozen ink and chafe sensation into his Sclave population of Russia, that their numbed fingers, move admiration not less passionate demand for retribution on the than the brilliant quality of the work per* unspeakable Turk” compelled the Em- formed under conditions so arduous. peror Alexander to undertake the war. Lieutenant Greene, in his work on the MacGahan's work throughout the long campaign, which constitutes its history, campaign was singularly effective, and his remarks that of the seventy-five correphysical exertions quite stupendous, yet spondents who began the campaign, only he was suffering all through from a lame- three, and those all Americans, MacGahan ness tbat would have disabled altogether and Millet of the Daily News and Grant eleven out of twelve men. He had broken of the Times—followed its fortunes to the a bone in his ankle just before the declara- close. But this is not strictly correct ; tion of war, and when met him first the one other member of our professionjoint was encased in plaster of Paris. He that profession surely includes the warinsisted on accompanying Gourko's raid artist-saw the war from beginning to across the Balkans ; and in the Hankioj end, Frederic Villiers, the artist and corPass his horse slid over a precipice and respondent of the Graphic. fell on its rider, so that the half-set bone The first serious fighting in the camwas broken again. But the indomitable paign occurred on that June morning when MacGahan refused to be invalided by this General Dragomiroff's division of the Rusmisfortune. He quietly had himself sian army forced the passage of the Danube hoisted on to a tumbril, and so went under the fire of the Turkish batteries through the whole adventurous expedition, about Sistova. Of that crossing it hapbeing involved thus helpless in several ac- 'pened that I was the only correspondent tions, and once all but falling into the who was a spectator. hands of the Turks. He kept the front It was about midnight when we threaded throughout, long after I had gone home our way through the chaos in the streets disabled by fever ; he chronicled the fall of Simnitza, and at length made our way of Plevna ; he crossed the Balkans with down into the willow grove on the Danube Skobeleff in the dead of the terrible win- side, where Yolchine's brigade was wait. ter ; and finally, at the premature age of ing until the pontoon boats should be thirty-two, he died, characteristically, a ready for its embarkation. martyr to duty and to friendship. When strange, weird time. The darkness was the Russian armies lay around Constanti so dense that nothing could be seen nople waiting for the arrangement of the around one ; and the Turkish bank was treaty of Berlin, typhoid fever and camp only just to be discerned, looming black pestilences were slaying their thousands and dark up against the hardly less dark and their tens of thousands. Lieutenant and sullen sky.

Stumbling forward, Greene, an American officer attached to through mud and over roots, I struck the Russian army, fell sick, and MacGahan against something like a wall, yet the devoted himself to the service of nursing wall was soft and warm. It was a column his countryman. His derotion cost him of soldiers, silent and motionless till the his life. As Greene was recovering, Mac- time should come to move. Not a light Gahan sickened of malignant typhus ; and was permitted—not even a cigarette was a few days later they laid him in his far-off allowed to be smoked. When men spoke foreign grave, around which stood weep- at all it was in whispers, and there was ing mourners of a dozen nationalities. only a soft hum of low talk, half drowned

Another colleague was Mr. Frank Mil- by the gurgle of the Danube, and broken let, who, still young, has forsaken the occasionally by the splash caused by the war-path, and appears to be on the bigh launching of a pontoon boat. The gray road to the inferior position of a Royal dawn faintly began to break. I could Academician. Millet, like MacGahan, is dimly discern Dragomiroff, mud almost an American. He accompanied Gourko to the waist, directing the marshalling of across the Balkans after the fall of Plevna. the pontoon boats, close to th water's

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edge. Here come the “ Avengers," a getic gestures, to lie down. We fall stern, silent band, the cross in silver prone in the thick glutinous slime, under standing out from the sombre fur of their the cover of a little bank. Already dead caps. They have the place of honor in and wounded men lie here thick among the first boat. As it is pulling off, Lieg- the living. Boat after boat disembarks nitz, the gallant German attaché, darts for its freight. At length Yolchine thinks he ward and leaps on board. The stalwart has men enough. He who, with young linesmen of Yolchine's brigade are man- Skobeleff, has never lain down, gives the ning the other boats. The strong strokes word, and the two spring up the ascent ; of the sailors shoot us into the stream, a billow of strong supple Russian soldiers, The gloom of the night is waning fast, released from restraint, surges with resistand now we can faintly discern, across the less rush up the steep bank. The detachbroad swirl of water, the crags of the ment of Turkish militiamen holding the Turkish bank and the steep slope above. post are overwhelmed, but they do not What if the Turks are there in force ? A No; they die where they stand, grim precipice that, truly, to carry at the neither quailing nor asking for quarter. bayonet point, in the teeth of a determined For that brave band of Mustaphis, Abdul enemy ! And an enemy is there, sure Kerim Pasha uncon

onsciously furnished a enough, and on the alert. There is a

noble epitapb.

They have never been flash out of the gloom, and the near whis. heard of since,” he wrote. No, nor will tle and scream of a shell thrills us, as it they, till the last trumpet sounds ! speeds over us and bursts among the men The day after the passage of the Danube in the willows behind us. There follows had been made good, the Emperor crossed shell after shell, from due opposite, from the river to congratulate and thank his higher up, and from the knoll still higher gallant soldiers. In front of the long, up, close to which the minarets of Sistova massive line forined on the slope below are now dimly visible. The shells are Sistova awaiting the coming of the Great falling and bursting on the surface of the White Czar, stood Dragomiroff, Yolchine, Danube ; they splash us with the spray and Skobeleff, the three gencrals who had they raise ; their jagged splinters fly yell- been the leaders of the successful attempt. ing by us. There is no shelter ; we must Dragomiroff, the divisional commander, stand here in the open boat, this densely the Emperor embraced, and gave him the packed mass of men, and take what for Cross of St. George ; he shook hands tune Heaven may send us. The face of warmly with Yolchine, the brigade comthe Danube, pitted with falling shells, is mander, and gave him, too, a St. George flecked, too, with craft crowded to the to add to the decorations which this cheery gunwale. Hark to that crash, the splin. little warrior had been gathering from tering of wood, and the riving of iron, boyhood in the Caucasus and Central there on our starboard quarter ! A huge Asia. Then the Emperor strode to where pontoon, laden with guns and gunners, Skobeleff stood, and men watched the lithas been struck by a shell. It heaves tle scene with intent interest ; for it was heavily twice ; its stern rises ; there are notorious that Skobeleff was in disfavor wild cries-a confused turmoil of men and with his Sovereign, and yet of him the horses struggling in the water ; the guns camps were ringing with the story of his sink, and drowning men drift by us with conduct on the previous morning. Would the current down to their death. From Alexander maintain his umbrage, or would out the foliage, now, in the little cove for he make it manifest that it had been diswhich we are heading, belches forth vol- pelled by Skobeleff's heroism ? For at ley after volley of musketry fire, helping least a minute the Czar hesitated, as the the devilry of the shells. Several men of two tall, proud, soldierly men confronted our company are down ere our craft each other : you could trace in his countouches the mud of the Danube shore. tenance the struggle between disapproval The “ Avengers” are already landed : 80 and appreciation. It was soon over-and is Yolchine, with a handful of bis lines- the wrong way for Skobeleff. The Emmen. As we tumble out of the boats peror frowned, turned short on his heel, with the bullets whizzing about our heads, and strode abruptly away, without a word and swarm up on to the bank, we are bid or a gesture of greeting or recognition. den, by energetic orders and not less ener- A man of strong prejudices, he was not

yet able to exorcise from his mind the had any experience of domestic poultry as calumnies that had blackened to him the bedfellows; to any one thinking of makcharacter of Skobeleff. That officer, for jng the experiment, I would give Punch's his part, flushed scarlet, then grew deadly advice to those about to marry—“Don't.” pale, and seemed to conquer an impulse Andreas was a capital cook, but his courses as he set his teeth bard and maintained had a curious habit of arriving at long and his disciplined immobility. It was a fla- uncertain intervals. After a dish of stew, grant insult, in the very face of the army, no other viands appearing to loom in the and a gross injustice ; but Skobeleff en- near future, Villiers and myself would bedured it in a proud silence that seemed to take ourselves to smoking, and perhaps on me very grand, nor did I ever hear him a quiet day would lapse into slumber. allude to the slur. The time soon came from this we would be aroused by Anto that gallant and brilliant soldier when dreas to partake of a second course of roast he could afford to be magnanimous. As chicken, the bird having been alive and the campaign progressed, he distinguished unconscious of its impending fate when himself again and again, so that his name the first course had been served. Another became a synonyme in the army for splen- characteristic of Andreas was his habit of did daring as well as for opportune skill. awakening us in the still watches of the On the 3rd of September, Skobeleff, after night for the purpose of imparting his exploit on exploit, devised and led the views on recondite phases of the great storm of the Turkish position in Loftcha, Eastern question. Our coachman was a and drove his adversaries out of that Roumanian Jew, who could survive more strong place. On the following night, at sleep than any human being I ever knew. his own dinner-table in the Gorni Studen Let me describe our travelling equipage. headquarters, the Emperor stood up, and We had found in Bucharest a vehicle bade his guests to honor with him the which, when covered with leather and toast of " Skobeleff, the hero of Loftcha!" fitted with sundry appliances, made a suffiIt is not given to many men to earn a re cient habitation for two men who could venge so full and so grand as that. pack tight, and give and take one with

In campaigning in Bulgaria we corre- the other. By a simple arrangement the spondents had to rely entirely on our own floor of this carriage became at night a resources; it was like going a-gypsying, bedplace, the cushions and the poultry with now and then a battle thrown in by ---serving for a mattress. Our wagon was way of variety. When our Russian friends drawn by two sturdy gray horses, one of crossed the Danube, it became necessary which was blind--a characteristic which for us to abandon the flesh-pots of Egypt, the man who sold him to us cited as an in the shape of the civilization, beauty, important advantage, as calculated to and good cooking of Bucharest, and to make him steadier in a crowd. The depart, so to speak, into the wilderness, vehicle I have described was not a wag. there to join the army. My companion on only. Cunningly contrived in a roll in this, as in several previous campaigns, fastened to one of its sides, we carried was Frederic Villiers, the artist of the a sort of elementary canvas apartment. Graphic. Villiers is an excellent fellow, Villiers and I have been “at home in but he has, like the rest of us, his weak our canvas drawing-room to some very points. Perhaps his weakest point was distinguished personages. If you were that he imagined going to bed in his spurs within there was no pleading“ not at contributed to his martial aspect. He home,” for, as the awning was open on may have been right, but as I shared the at least two sides, you were visible to the bedplace on the floor of a narrow wagon, naked eye a long way off. I did not see the matter in that light. Our cooking appliances consisted of a We had for joint attendant my old Servian stewpan and a frying-pan. You don't courier, Andreas. Andreas was a capital require any more weapons than these to servant, but there are spots even on the perform wherewithal the functions of a sun. Andreas had a mania for the pur plain cook. I am a plain cook myself ; chase of irrelevant poultry, and for accom. perhaps, to be more explicit, I should say modating the fowls in our wagon, tied by a very plain cook. Of one grand disthe legs, against a day of starvation. I covery in culinary science I can boast. don't know whether any reader has ever I have found out that when you attempt

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