Truly I remember the hideous dining was plenty of spare space to move about and drawing room in which, when I was in; by pushing back the table one could young, we ate, and sat, and read, and dance or play games, as we often did, worked, and wrote. I was then, as I am without fear of coming in contact with now, one of what may be described as the rickety tables laden with trumpery china; fairly-well-off middle class, - of that class then the marble chimneypieces were washwhich has supplied India with brave sol. able, not being dressed in grimy velvet diers and great legislators, and has fur. or lace, a thing only bearable in coun. nished our own country with some good tries where wood alone is burnt and and some bad lawyers and priests and where coal dust is unknown; Macassar doctors, - of that class whose fathers and was in its infancy, and antimacassars friends fought in the Peninsula and on were not. Such rooms too were easily the high seas, voted on all occasions for cleaned. Church and State, and loyally wore mouro- We keep no more servants now than ing for kings and queens.

we did then, and a small household now, Our dining-room, in those old days as then, commonly consists of cook, house. when George IV. was king, contained maid, and footman or parlor maid. To twelve mahogany chairs, the seats cov- clean a room filled with furniture and ered with black horsehair cloth, two arm nicknacks would take the greater part of (oot easy) chairs, a sofa to match, a din. a long day; and in what is called, or ing table dark with age and polished by wishes to be considered, an æsthetic house sheer labor to the smoothness of a mirror, the nicknacks pervade not only the drawa capacious sideboard, and a cellarette., but overflow into all the bed. The Brussels carpet had been so good rooms. We see occasionally, in journals that it had faded in all its thickness to intended particularly for women, articles what are now called æsthetic colors. lecturing them for not doing more in their There was a rug to match; and the win. own houses, and recommending them to dow curtains were red damasked mo. wash the china, help make the beds, and

assist in all the light household work; but On the mantelpiece were two French life is now far more full of interests and bronze branch candlesticks - we did not social duties than it ever was before. No call them candelabra then — and two very mistress of such a house, supposiny she good Japanese figures. A series of proof has any family, can, with all the good will prints after Hogarth hung on the red, in the world, neglect the claims upon her flock-papered walls.

time peculiar to our age, in order to fol. The drawing-room was very little more low this advice. So thorough cleanliness furnished, but there the chairs were cov. in over-bedizened rooms of small houseered with blue-striped moreen, and there holds there cannot be. were two easy ones and two worked ones But the greatest of all the advantages not easy, a large, comfortable sofa, a round of an old-fashioned room was the absence table, a card or wbist table, and a fairly of mere prettiness. For from modern good piano in a mahogany case, though prettiness real art is now suffering; and the rest of the furniture was rosewood. it is exactly our class that is stifling, Nobody seemed to think much about the drowning, burying art, and outraging taste furoiture except my mother, who occa- by cheap ornamentation of all things and sionally regretted that the curtains were all places in our small houses. drab and did not match the chairs. They In lordly mansions there is room for were rather handsome and bad been given everything. It is one of the missions of or left to her, and no idea of superseding the rich to encourage art, and it is a mis. them by anything more suitable ever sion that our men of leisure and cultiva. crossed her miod. The carpet was a tion have always fulfilled. In their houses frightful combination of large dowers and they have space and appropriate places stiff scrolls. On the walls there hung a for what is pretty as well as for what is picture by Morland, two small copies after beautiful. And a fair measure of such Paul Potter, and a family portrait by Law things we too may enjoy. I do not desire

On the chimneypiece was some to fall back upon bideousness. I do not very good porcelain, brought by a brother yearn for the horrid furoiture I was happy from the then far East, and two lustre can. amongst years ago. I delight in a welldlesticks. I confess there was not much painted cup and saucer, a piece of good to please or interest in the fittings of embroidery, well.executed wood-carving, those rooms. But they had their redeem. in all pretty things for themselves; but ing advantages. In the first place, there why in the name of common sense should



we who are not rich, who have not room, be done? Surely not by a housemaid in sacrifice our limited space, our comfort, a hurry. and the possibility of cleanliness, by pour. But my hostess came in, and after some ing into a small house as many things as talk of our friends in Egypt, and of the if we had a palace to disperse them over? | latest railway accident, afternoon tea was Why diminish any area large enough for called for. There were in this room, one stout person to pass through com twenty.three feet long by twenty wide, no fortably by placing there some unsteady less than six tables of various kiods and table with a flower-pot, or a portfolio two marble consoles, but no place to hold stand with photographs, or any other ob- the tea equipage, for which another small ject the safety of wbich is endangered by table was now brought in. As one or every one who goes by? Quality is sac- two more friends arrived more cups were rificed to quantity, the fitness of things to called for, and there was a struggle, as prettiness.

each was used and done with, to find room I was lately left alone for half an hour to put it down. Mine I lodged between in the drawing-room of a friend while she the clock and the other things on the was finishing her correspondence, and I crowded mantelpiece, where on an ordiused the occasion to take stock of some nary survey it made no appreciable differ. of the innumerable trifles standing, lying, ence, and where probably it would not be or hanging around, among which I had perceived by the hurried parlor maid. I steered my way to an easy.chair. There know this has often happened in my own stood on the table by which I had seated house, for I confess that in these matters myself a painting of flowers and butter. I also have sinned. fies done on a mirror. It was well done, I again repeat that it is for none but and in itself pretty, but surely for a paint. well-to-do people with but a small amount ing a mirror is a inost inappropriate and of leisure, house-room, and spare cash, hard material turned to a use which de. that I write. Neither to those above por stroys its own raison d'être. Granted to those below us in fortune would my that a border of flat conventional flowers remarks apply. A cheap chromolitho. may be used to adorn the edges of a graph in a workingman's home is a great, can anything be less artistic improvement on the ugly prints of Black than one nearly covered over with paint. eyed Susan, or the coarse likenesses of ing, round the edges, or amongst the Wellington and Nelson, daubed over with colors on which, we see, when we look at blue and red and yellow, that adorned the it, bits of our own face? “ The newest walls of cottages in my childhood. But thing in ware” next caught my eye; in our rooms are many cheap photograplis flower vases, on the surface of which were better than one good line engraving ? modelled huge flowers in high relief and Are not a hundred articles of second-rate natural colors, the whole blossoms only china much more in the way of comfort attached to the body of the ware by their and cleanliness than the two or three heir. stalks or leaves. Ingeniously and beauti looms of porcelain treasured up by our fully modelled they were, but surely in mothers, and are they not, moreover, de. such a place they were a violation of all structive of all discrimination in art? art fitness. Vases like these are made to As I walked home from my visit to the hold flowers, and flowers do not grow on friend whose I have dethem. The juxtaposition of the real flow.scribed, I mentally resolved to carry out ers and the modelled ones was disagree the “putting away" I had already begun able. Think too of their potentiality for in a much more wholesale manner, to dust-collecting! Then I glanced at the beware in future of what was "rather Dresden candlesticks, and noticed that pretty,” to avoid as so many snares bits of each candlestick seemed to be growing framed in velvet, any superout of a rose. But they were only china abundance of antimacassars, cheap Jap: roses with a hole in the middle, doing anese toys, flower vases that will not hold duty for bobêches or candle saucers; and flowers, and cups and saucers not meant very effectually they had done it, for the to be drunk out of. I am looking for a wax or “palmitine had lodged between housemaid, and I trust that the aspect of the leaves of each rose ; but who was to my reformed drawing room may encourage clean it out? and how, without breaking some promising applicant to undertake to the thin, delicately tinted china, could it do her work without assistance.


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SCENE. [A Copy of Cardinal Newman's poem,“ The

BY THE REV. HENRY BADHAM. Dream of Gerontius,” was given by General O’er glassy lakes, that through the thickets Gordon to Frank Power at Khartoum, Feb

peep, ruary 18th, 1884. Deep, incisive pencil-marks

Glide snow-white swans with graceful majhad been drawn by Gordon under certain lines, almost all of which name death and cry for the In limpid pools, that own no perilous deep,

esty ; prayers of friends :

We bathe in streams delicious. Many a bee Pray for me, oh my friends!

Flies buzzing by; herds seek the shaded lea; 'Tis Death, 'tis he. So pray for me,

The ear is pleased with tinkling bells of sbeep; My friends, who have not strength

Warm airs and drowsy sounds invite to sleep, To pray! Now that the hour

And heaven's blue ocean makes sweet symHas come, my fear is fled.

phony. With other passages, all bearing on the supreme The lime-tree's perfume and the new-mown hay moment at hand. The last words underlined

Come fragrant, borne upon the passing before he gave the book to poor young Power

breeze ; are these :

While, grandly ripened by the sun's fierce ray, Farewell! but not forever, brother dear.

Earth's precious fruits are tasted 'neath the Be brave and patient on thy bed of sorrow.

trees. This book, having been shown to Cardinal | To favored mortals all things seem to say, Newman, he writes: “I was deeply moved to

“Forget thy care, O soul, and take thine find that a book of mine had been in Gordon's

ease!hands, and that the description of a soul preparing for death."] GERONTIUS! many never heard thy name, Till from Khartoum, and through a mist of


THROUGH the garden To reverent English hearts the message came, - Ran the maid, • His spirit by your hero's spirit stood.”

“I must have a rose,” she said ;

“ Take a lily," some one whispered, Dream of Gerontius! and the busy men

“Take a lily, child, instead !” Who have no time for dreaming, tried to see What thread, impalpabie to grosser ken,

But the roses hung in posies, Linked thee to him, a great Reality!

Brightly blushing overhead;

Up she sprang, and, lightly laughing, Both fighters! and maybe the sorer strife

Snatched one; but her finger bled.

; Was his who never handled sword or spear, Nor knew one crowded hour's glorious So she chose life,"

Her own sweet rose, The leader's triumph and the soldier's cheer. And her own sweet will — she had it,

Had a cruel thorn as well; Both led by the eternal kindly Light,

Wouldn't tell — old Pride forbade it. To climb together to the Hidden Height! Spectator.

M. A. E. H. When a maiden says “I will ! ”

Pin may prick in bridal favor,
Still she bears it, wears it, till

All things end — no saint can save her.
Temple Bar.

C. B.
The morning lights sleep softly on this hill;

The snow clings coldly to Ben Nevis' sides;
And gently come and go the mystic tides

When Omar died, the Rose did weep
Which man's small measure with elixir fill:

Its petals on his tomb; Thus slowly, certainly, the bond is knit

He would be laid where north winds keep Betwixt the passion of the heart, — the strain

The Rose in freshest bloom.
Which ever vexes the inquisitive brain, -

And the great speaking silence that is writ When Sadi came, the child of song,
On Nature's face :—for such as choose to go Each Rose fushed rosy-red,
To school to learn her easy alphabel, He sang their beauty all day long,
Take the warm life and color of her

With roses crowned his head.
Thus, morning's promise, evening's afterglow, They shed no tear when Sadi died,

The patient hills, the dignity of woods, Aloft their scent they Aung. Are strong rebukes to all that makes us fret. “ What matters Time or Death ?" they cried,


“Of us has Sadi sung!” Banavie. Spectator. Spectator.




From The Contemporary Review. istence? or can they even yield us any

practical lessons for the guidance of life?

GRIMSTON. Yes; we meet on the comGRIMSTON. Proof.sheets again, I see. mon ground of facts the débris of the Chapters in European History.” Of past. But remember, that those facts are making many books there is no end. confined to a very limited period of the And I suppose, as long as the public will existence of our race, that they are most buy, authors will write. But of all sub. fragmentary and imperfect, and that no jects that can occupy the mind of man, man living, however encyclopædic his this of human history seems to me to be knowledge, can be acquainted with more one of the vainest. You remember than a few of them. Not very promising Goethe's saying: “The history of the materials for a philosophy of history ! world in the eyes of the thinker is nothing LUXMOORE. True, the historic period of but a tissue of absurdities, a mass of mad- humanity goes back but a little way, and, ness and wickedness, nothing can be made of course, much of the record of human of it."

action during that time is lost. But much LUXMOORE. I yield to no one in admi- remains. A vast number of details are ration of Goethe's greatness. But it had enwrapped in hopeless obscurity. They its limits. His judgments are sometimes would not add much to our real informa. narrow, as this seems to me to be. His tion if we knew them. The general facts methodic spirit was not at home in his stand out with sufficient clearness in the tory. I recognize the madness and the life of the race a vast series, throwing wickedoess in the annals of the world as abuodant light upon man and his envifully as any one can. But I certainly ronment and development. Surely this think that some further facts may be is unquestionable. drawn from them. Here comes our friend GRIMSTON. Three or four thousand Temperley. I wonder what he would have years! Make it five thousand, as you to say about it?

certainly may. But hat is this but a TEMPERLEY. About what? You know mere fragment of the ages during which I am one of Shakespeare's “dumb wise our race has existed and has had a history? men."

However, I will be generous, and will let GRIMSTON. Seul le silence est grand. you throw in the prehistoric period too. But your Grandeur must know that Lux. I am far from undervaluing the marvel. moore has written a book of history, and I lous display of scientific induction by am telling him, upon the authority of which our knowledge of the past has been Goethe, that it is but lost labor.

extended beyond any historical LUXMOORE. The truth is, our too can- ments. Indeed, I confess that this un. did friend and I are both blessed conscious history seems to me to be of cursed, he would say — with the taste for much more value than what I read in the great questions. And what a great ques professed historians whose narrative, I tion is that of the moral significance of strongly suspect, is mainly what Napo. history!

leon called it, “a fable agreed upon.” TEMPERLEY. Well, I should like to hear Myths are truer than literature; language very much what you and Grimston have does not lie. Comparative mythology to say about it. I am an excellent lis. reveals to us the condition of our race in tener, as you know; and, having no opin- remote ages, when no historian existed ions in particular of my own on the sub or could exist; comparative philology ject, I can promise benevolent neutrality discloses to us archaic facts, which are, to both of you. You meet on the common even now, the most important factors in ground that history discloses a vast num- our every-day life: the filiation of races, ber of facts about the past career of hu-nascent religions, aboriginal laws, the fun. manity. The point at issue is, I suppose, damental constitution of human speech, Can we learn anything from those facts when, as our friend Sayce suggests, vocal regarding the great enigma of human ex- signs superseded pictorial as vehicles of


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