and a Muslim of the old-fashioned order, representative at Baghdad, though se. when compared with the animosity of na- lected by the government of India from tions which, morally separated, are yet! its own officers, works in the main under locally intermingled;” and the full force | the orders of H.M.'s ambassador at Conof this great natural law is probably being stantinople — being considered as, strictly felt in Turkish Arabia by its present speaking, a consular, not a diplomatic, masters at this very day, notwithstanding functionary, whose raison d'être merely is the comparatively loose grasp which they the protection of British commercial and have taken of it, outside at least of the general interests, and of the persons of larger cities. In the smaller towns of British subjects. Arabia, the Turkish or Turanian gov- Of all the many wants of Mesopotaernor, where one has been set up at all, is mia, the want of money is perhaps the often more like a mere buoy floating, by greatest; and a good deal of this seems way of a mark, on the water, than any- to be poured into it both by India and thing with actual functions to perform; England in the course of every year. while as for the boundless and trackless The contributions sent annually from plains of which the face of the country is Lucknow, Hyderabad in the Deccan, and made up, their real masters, as is well other Shiyite cities, to the shrines round known, are those multitudinous tribes of Baghdad, must amount in the aggregate semi-pagan roamers, whose horses are to something considerable. A good deal objecis of admiration and traffic in almost is spent also by domiciled and pensioned every part of the world. Whether these Indians, and by pilgrims. Even more least civilized of the Semitic races have a beneficial is the enterprise, as far as it future of their own. yet before them, or extends, of European merchants. The are destined to be absorbed in other and date-harvest of the Tigris valley, for inless abnormal communities, is a question stance, might rot in part on the ground, beyond the reach of conjecture. The Ot. but for the steamers which carry it to toman policy towards them, for the most London or Bombay. The fleeces shed on part, seems to be one of subsidizing and the banks of the Euphrates are to a large conciliation. 'Titles and dresses of honor extent woven into cloth in Yorkshire; and from Constantinople do not, however, ap- although the people are too poor, and the pear to fascinate them. With all their system of government is too uncertain, to cupidity and love of money, when they favor the production of surplus, cereals, can get it, they seem as jealous as the yet what little corn Baghdad has to spare Scottish Highlanders were a couple of is always sure to be bought up by En. hundred years ago of the sinallest at- glishmen on the spot and exported. The tempt on the part of officialdom to convert way we have of associating with the word their free and tribal state into a subject “desert” the idea of a sandy waste, like and feudal condition. When a Bedouin, that traversed by the old van-route beor even a Shamar, or a Montafik shaikh tween Cairo and Suez, osten leads us far accepts the title of pasha, his people gen. astray as to the aspect of Arabia genererally begin to fall away from him, until alls: Deserted it may be, in the sense of in time perhaps he is ousted from his uncultivated and uninhabited, but not in chiefship altogether, in favor of some that of uncultivatable or barren. On the kinsman of more conservative views. contrary, its light, loamy soils are, as a Whatever the future of these hardy and rule, amazingly fertile. At certain seanext to masterless nomads may prove to sons, vast portions of it are clothed with be, it is obvious that if ever during the natural pasturages not to be excelled in next twenty or thirty years, the territory Canada or New South Wales. Even its lying between the Persian Gulf and the barest surfaces are often to be seen cove southern shores of the Mediterranean ered with tiny verdure after the slightest becomes the scene of important military shower. Its river-system is well adapted operations, the power knowing how to at. for works of irrigation of the small and tach them, for the time being, to its cause, useful kind. Speaking of the country as will secure for itself considerable advan- a whole, water is tobe obtained, and cul. tages. In Turkish Arabia England is at tivation started, merely by the digging of all events jostling no one, and giving no

a well.

The time may arrive when all offence or umbrage, except, of course, to these things will be done. Meanwhile the eye of downright ill-will and envy. perhaps it is not outside the scope of Her status there evidently forms an inte creative wisdom that certain large porgral part and necessary consequence of tions of the world should, as it were, lie her ascendancy in Hindustan; but her fallow till their turn come round.



From St. James's Gazette. minutes' retirement from a busy world. GEORGE HERBERT'S CHURCH.

What a place to retire to, and what a seaThe little church-door lies open wide, son for retirement! The fall of the year, though it is a week-day (why do they not men commonly called it in George lie open oftener for quiet people to step Herbert's time, is full upon us : the tints in and muse a while ?); the autumn wind on the leaves, the drops dripping slowly sighs gently among the yellow elm- from the wooden porch, the mist floating boughs; the big drops from last night's in the air, all blend together with the shower patter slowly down with even plash quiet awe of an empty church to carry from the tiled roof upon the ground out. one's mind away from the stir and bustle side; and everything seems to harmonize of a too active age. If you want to feel with the peaceful mood that befits one as George Herbert felt, come away here who, turning aside from a morning stroll, on such an autumn morning as this. Call sits and meditates in George Herbert's yourself what you will, Churchman or church. There are to whom a dissident, Anglican or agnostic, if you church appears all the more solemn and cannot feel the deep peacefulness of that impressive because they stand in it alone: little country altar, and the native holithe solitude carries more of religious sug, ness of that immemorial site, you have not gestion with it than the crowd of assem- the soul and root of the matter in you. bled worshippers could ever do. For | And if you can, you have. such as these, our English churches are A little further up the side-road that too often closed at the very time when leads to Wilton, the admirers of George their refuge is needed most. They are Herbert have raised a great brand-new open only on the days and at the hours white church for the weekly parish ser. when all can come alike; they are shut vices, in honor of their favorite poet. It when the passing wayfarer would fain is a pretty enough bit of modern archistep in and use the sacred building left tecture; but there is nothing at all about by the charity of our forefathers accord-it that harmonizes in any way with the ing to the fashion wherein alone he can place or the person. It stands on higher use it to his own best advantage. Per- ground, overlooking the river, with closely haps some of us would enter oftener if we shaven lawn and trim gravel walks ; could always enter when and how we while its humbler predecessor nestles un. liked. All men's moods are not the obtrusively in the low-lying abandoned same; and in George Herbert's church at churchyard, making little pretence to any. least we may quietly reflect that quiet re-thing more than a few old decorated win. flection is no small worship, too, in its own dows and a pretty Early English font. way.

Yet those who raised the new building As you go to see Bemerton Church you have unconsciously secured the best and leave behind you the tapering spire of truest monument to George Herbert by Sarum, the quiet close, the old-world leaving his own little church as a sort streets, the gabled houses, and you turn of unaltered memorial, a quiet relic of westward along the fooded Wiley, by the seventeenth century surviving undes. roads overhung with mellow autumnal ecrated. Nor that the old church is by foliage, till you reach a sleepy hamlet by any means neglected; skilful hands have the swollen riverside. Beyond, the low adorned its low arches with emblems and range of chalk downs bounds the river val. ornaments which perhaps to Herbert ley: in front, the woods of Wilton gleam himself, moderate Churchman as he was, crimson and primrose yellow in their dy might have smacked of Babylon: but who ing hues: close by, the modernized par- could quarrel now with these graceful sonage still bears a quaint old inscription symbols of reverent care which men of above its simple lintel. On your right, a to-day have fixed upon the walls that tiny church, built of raw flints in rude come down to us intact from worshippers courses, invites you with its open door, dead and gone centuries ago ? Half-dis. and you enter — perhaps hardly knowing used now, the old church with its open or remembering that this is George Her- door yet remains a refuye and haven for bert's last resting-place. But whether quiet souls as they pass by; and as one you know or not, there is an air of holy sits resting limbs and heart therein one calon and restfulness about the place that can better understand the world and the draws you in to seat yourself on one of times which produced such men as George the little rustic-bottomed chairs for ten | Herbert.

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Is but a memory; and gray and dun Lo, as the poet finds at will

The cheerless landscape, wrapped in watery Than tenderest words a tenderer still

mist, For one beside him prest;

Foretells the advent of grim Winter's reign ! So from the Lord a mercy flows, A sweeter balm from Sharon's rose,

Fast wanes the autumn! Thick the showerFor her that loves him best.

ing leaves

Whirl brown and russet o'er the wind-swept And ere the early throstles stir

path With some sweet word from God for her

In eddying circles; and the fitful gusts The morn returns anew;

Bend to their will, with a fierce wrathful wail, For her his face in the east is fair,

The gaunt black fir-tops; all the heather-lands, For her his breath is in the air,

Their purple glories gone, lie sere and bare, His rainbow in the dew.

Scarce yielding scanty shelter in their range

To the crouched shivering grouse-troop.
At such an hour the promise falls
With glory on the narrow walls,

Here and there,
With strength on failing breath;
There comes a courage in her eyes,

A lingering daisy stars the homestead field It gathers for the great emprize,

With speck of white; and in the garden-beds, The deeds of after death.

In bright array of crimson and of gold,

Gleam the chrysanthemums: all else shows Albeit thro’ this preluding woe

drear, Subdued and softly she must go

And gray, and colorless.
With half her music dumb,
What heavenly hopes to her belong,

But soon shall fall, And what a rapture, what a song,

On all around, the pure and spotless snow, Shall greet his kingdom come!

To shroud the buried beauties Nature wraps

Deep in their winter sleep, till Spring again, So climbers by some Alpine mere

With her bright train of buds and blossoms Walk very softly thro' the clear

fair, Unlitten dawn of day:

Green opening leaves, and choir of tuneful The morning star before them shows

birds, Beyond the rocks, beyond the snows,

Warm, sunny days, balm-scented, dewy nights, Their never-travelled way.

Shall smiling come, and with her magic touch
Make glad with life and beauty all the earth !
Chambers' Journal.

Α. Η. Β.
Or so, ere singers have begun,
The master organist has won

The folk at eve to prayer:
So soft the tune, it only seems
The music of an angel's dreains
Made audible in air.

But when the mounting treble shakes,

Dead or dying, When with a noise the anthem wakes

Our funeral song the winds are sighing ! A song forgetting sin,

Dying or dead, Thro' all her pipes the organ peals,

The rain-sodden earth is our chilly bed! With all her voice at last reveals

When summer days were long, The storm of praise within.

The warm air quivered and thrilled with

song ; The trump! the trump! how pure and high! In full green life we waved to the wind, How clear the fairy Alutes reply!

Now withered and red we are left behind. How bold the clarions blow!

All dying or dead, Nor God himself has scorned the strain,

Our farewell is said, But hears it and shall hear again,

And we flutter to earth and rot into mould, And heard it long ago.

Or pave the dark glades with fretwork of gold. F. W. H. MYERS.

Our death is but change;

Through paths new and strange, The force that is in us works on to its goal : For in us, as in all things, moveth a soul

Which dies not, but lives,

And ceaselessly gives

The life-breath of being to that which was SCARCE one brief sun-ray gilds the sombre

dead, gloom

Till the violet springs where the leaves were That veils the mountains; the bright summer

shed. blue

Chambers' Journal.

J. H. M.


From The Nineteenth Century. I shock my grave and orthodox friends SUPERSTITION IN ARCADY.

sometiines when I timidly suggest that it The hero in Mr. Tennyson's “Prin. may be part of our bliss in the infinite cess” tells us that he suffered all his life future to dwell upon the infinite past. from an inconvenient hereditary weak. They will not have it so, and they silently

condemn me of heresy and other sins. 1, Waking dreams were, more or less,

however, am wont to shelter myself under

the broad shield of Dr. Donne, and to An old and strange affection of the house.

say with him : The infirmity was a serious one, and at a critical moment of the young prince's

There is nothing to convince a man of error, career it entailed upon him consequences believe that he shall know those persons in

nothing in nature, nothing in Scripture, if he which might almost be described as hu- Heaven whom he knew (or whom any one else miliating. In the shock of the conflict knew) upon earth. If he conceive soberly that where all was at stake,

it were a less degree of blessedness not to Like a flash the weird affection came;

know them than to know them, he is bound to King, camp, and college turned to hollow believe that he shall know them, for he is bound shows.

to believe that all that conduces to blessedness He seemed to move in old memorial tilts shall be given him. And, doing battle with forgotten hosts,

Be this as it may, I find it quite imposTo dream himself the shadow of a dream.

sible to resist the strong yearning, that Whether the laureate be describing phe. comes upon me now and then, to specunomena known to him by his own experi- late upon the habits of life and looks and ence I cannot tell, but I myself am only words and thoughts and quarrels and loves too familiar with the “ weird affection of the dwellers in Arcadia, whose names indicated. As I wander in my solitary and memories have quite passed away. rambles past the old haunts of men, long There are moments when the desire to since deserted of inhabitants, and stop question and cross-question the vanished to follow the traces of some “ moated dead becomes a passionate longing, and grange" or camp or byre, I find myself this life seems to me to be as prolix as an raising up the dead from their graves, and hour's sermon, while it keeps me from passing them through their paces in wild looking, not into the future, but into the dance or solemn pageantry. I often think past. What did he believe, this fellow that one of the joys of the life hereafter who fashioned the rude celt I kick against will consist in being permitted to project in my walks ? That is 10 me my“ burn. oneself at will into remote periods in the ing question,” and it comes up again and past, and to hold converse with primeval again as I stand by mighty monoliths, or man at one time, or with Roman or Saxon climb the Devil's Dyke, or prowl by the or Dane at another, and for a while to gaunt ruins of abbey or shrine, or finger take part in the life of bygone ages. some coin of a deified emperor What a curious joy it would be, for in-coin which has been worn by the fingers stance, to hob-a-nob for a season with the of Roman legionary, and been tossed for pigmies of the meiocene, listening to the a drink, or been pitched to a half-starved clicks of human creatures like unto “bar. Briton in payment for “ butter and eggs nacles or apes,” with pendulous breasts and a pound of cheese.” What did they and “foreheads villanous low," and watch believe? I ask — each and every of them ? them capering multitudinous round some How dumb or reticent they all are ! mastodon in difficulties, or tickling a dei- Did men ever know what they believed? notherium with a fishbone arrow, or job. Do they now? At what period of our bing at the eyes of some mammoth foun- development is it supposed by Mr. Tyler dering in a hole, and viciously hacking at and the anthropologists that the religious him with batchets of the palæolithic type, sentiment exhibits itself? What are the or implements whose manipulation we conditions favorable for its growth ? In have lost the trick of!

what tribes, peoples, and languages is it

-- Some

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