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there is in this church, more than I convincing. Pepys himself surpasses it know anywhere else about us.” There in the tragi-comedy of his relations with is really no conscious humor in the Deb, his wife's maid. Here is no injuxtaposition of sermons and fine vention, no labored ingenuity, but a sucwomen; it is merely the extraordinary cession of scenes of absolute truth, set man's way of recording what he saw, forth in language of remarkable force, what appealed to him. He holds on his wherein there is not a superfluous even path, impelled by the mysterious phrase. necessity of writing himself down until Pepys does not speak with great he comes to the last day of the year, appreciation of such of Shakespeare's Then piety and precision dictate to him plays as he saw performed; but it is the following towards the solemn hour almost certain that could Shakespeare of midnight: “Well satisfied with my have seen this diary he would have paid work, and above all, to find myself, by it the true tribute of dramatizing porthe great blessing of God, worth £1,349, tions of it, taking from it, as he never by which, as I have spent very largely, scrupled to do where his source was: 50 I have laid up above £500 this year worthy, expressions which he could not: above what I was worth this day hope to improve. Of such it is a ricb twelve-month. The Lord make me for- mine. The simple directness which the erer thankful to his holy name for it!" translators of the English Bible wielded Remember the methods by which to so glorious purpose hangs about it. Samuel Pepys accumulated this sum, “After we had filled our bellies with how his wife's eye is still black from cream we took our leaves and away, his cowardly blow, what other wrongs he says of a country feast. A friend be has done to her, the fine women in invites him to dinner, which he enjoys, church, and then ask by what strange “only the venison pasty was palpable freak he can add expressions of piety beef, which was not handsome." He to such a jumble of living, and put the can sketch a country idyli in a few whole thing down in a diary in lan- words: “Today I received a letter from guage of most admirable vividness, my uncle to beg an old fiddle of me for without the slightest sign of conscious- my cousin Perkin, the miller, whose milf' Dess that he is doing anything unusual. the wind hath lately broke down, and The much-praised art of Fielding in now he hath nothing to live by but fidpainting a man, a whole man, is as dling, and he must needs have it against nothing to this, for here we have Sam- Whitsuntide to play to the country del Pepys painting himself in a way girls.” We seem to have lost this dethat makes Tom Jones pale by com- lightful knack of language nowadays; parison. One glimpse of self, such as it is as rhythmic as a song, and as suffi. those one finds so plentifully strewn cient.

What follows is pure Pepys: orer the diary, drives many a man to “But it vexed me to see how my uncle abject remorse. Mr. Pepys the .chron- writes to me, as if he were not able to icler sits calm in the midst of it all, ap- send him one. But I intend to-morrow parently quite heedless of the picture to send him one." "Put in at my Lords of Pepys the man. Nowhere else in lodgings where we stayed late, eating literature will you find a man who to of part of his turkey-pie and reading the same extent possessed the faculty of Quarles's 'Emblems.'”

There you to see what he lacked the faculty to have Mr. Pepys in short, the propor-appreciate, and from that point of view tion being seven parts pie to one part be remains a puzzle. Shakespeare him- Emblems. He imbibed enough of Em-self has left nothing which can com- blems and divinity to enable him to pare in truth and vividness with the moralize a little, as when he says: “SO rerelation of the jealousy caused to I see that religion, be it what it wil, is: Pepys by the dancing-master's attend- but a humor, and so the esteem of it ances on his wife. It is a comedy of the passeth as other things do;" where the bigbest order, every touch perfect and beauty of the language seems to convey

a deeper sense than was in his mind. follies of a Falstaff, he sees them as This is a rare mood with him, however, facts merely. They have no color either and never in the least diverts him from of heaven or earth in them. There they his mysterious task of laying bare him- are, preserved in spirits of wine, with self. Of a certain Captain Holmes he labels on the bottles. A word suffices says he is “a cunning fellow, and one him often for his effects, as when after (by his own confession to me) that can a hot dispute with relatives over money put on two several faces, and look his matters, he adds: “and with great enemies in the face with as much love seeming love parted.” Or a phrase thus: as his friends. But, good God! what an “And I would fain have stolen a pretty age is this! that a man cannot live with dog that followed me, but I could not; out playing the knave and dissimula- which troubled me.When he does steal tion." The age was not peculiar in hu says so plainly: "So I to the Park, respect of this fancied necessity to dis- and there walk an hour or two; and in simulate; so many mere tricks in per

the king's garden, and saw the queen sonal morality are put down to the and ladies walk; and I did steal some «compulsion of the age. When Mr. apples off the trees.” He might have Pepys dons his heaven-sent diarist's said "take," or amplified it into, robe and takes himself in hand, he “thought no harm in plucking;" but no; ::shows with his customary clearness he did steal them, therefore “steal” is -exactly how the matter stands, age or

the word. How absolute the knave is! no age: “I told him (Mr. Starling) how He is capable of a little complex reflecI would have him speak to my uncle tion now and again, as witness his way Robert, when he comes thither concern- of painting a Mr. Povy, whom he found ing my buying of land, that I could pay it necessary, or politic, to oppose. “For ready money £600 and the rest by £150 of all the men in the world, I never per annum, to make up as much as will knew any man in his degree so great a buy £50 per annum, which I do, al- coxcomb in such employments. I see though I not worth above £500 ready I have lost him forever, but I value it money, that he may think me to be a not; for he is a coxcomb, and, I doubt, greater saver than I am.” And again: not over honest, by some things which I "It is a great pleasure to me to talk with see; and yet, for all his folly, he hath persons of quality and to be in com- the good luck, now and then, to speak mand (at his office), and I give it out his follies in as good words, and with as among them that the estate left me 18 good a show, as if it were reason, and £200 a year in land, besides moneys,

to the purpose, which is really one of because I would put an esteem upon

the wonders of my life.” This is most myself.” He succeeded to admiration admirably expressed, but in

ting it in creating an esteem for himself; he Mr. Pepys does not seem to have even acquired a reputation as a highly thought he was describing himself. respectable, pious, and God-fearing

What a subject for an Imaginary Conman; but he also kept a diary in a way versation, Shakespeare and Samuel absolutely inimical to this repute, and Pepys! To Shakespeare the world was yet never once will you detect any

“full of strange noises;' men and evidence of his tongue being in his

women were on a journey from eternity cheek.

to eternity, and their loves and hates, Was he morally blind? Mentally ambitions and failures were imbued blind he was not; rather in this respect with the enchantment of destiny, so he had one of the most splendid gifts of that, while all they do or say seems vision man ever dowered with. proper to them as individuals, it is but The mere external aspect of a thing or

the manifestation of a power or process act appealed to him in his fullest ex

of which they are the unwitting metent; but of moral vision, contrast, per- diums. To Pepys they are comprehenspective, in a word, humor, he appears sible men and women, with no other to have had nought. Possessing all the matter of destiny about them than birth

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and death. These mysteries he makes branch, so that the wood was rotten; no pretence to solve, or dilate upon; and not more than five feet from the they are mere memoranda for him, like ground, so that I could watch them the pickled herrings he dines off at easily. Of course, I had to widen the Greenwich. The world for Pepys is orifice before I could remove the most effectually real; he has an unhesitating persuasion of himself and youngster. The snake-like twist they why he exists; and in this diary he

can give to their neck, and their reverses the Eastern magic that made

snake-like hiss, make them rather una genius spread cloud-like out of an urn, canny birds, and may account for by industriously stuffing a genius into their use in divination by Greek wizone. In his observation of the crude ards. They were spread-eagled on a matter that makes up living, the wheel, and turned, or perhaps whirled, succedaneum of spirit, he reveals an round. Simætha, in Theocritus, uses unmatchable exactitude. Page after such a wheel to charm back her faithpage is blindly filled with the stuff of less lover, Delphis. The poor birds comedy, lying there as mere facts, must have rejoiced at the advent of dockets of the conveyance of existence Christianity, modern Christian witches from the Eternal lessor to Samuel preferring to conjure with robins and Pepys, tenant for life.

other birds of bright plumage. He lived to the age of seventy, and

2nd.—The Agricultural Rating Bill an after-death examination revealed a

passed its third reading by two county nest of seven stones in one of his kid: Radical votes over the government neys, any one of which might have

majority. The committee debates proved mortal to an ordinary man.

have slowly exhibited, or pe: haps But they were Pepysian stones, and had arranged themselves so

evolved, the government position, at iently as not seriously to derange his

last clearly stated by Mr. Balfour in bodily functions. The State owed him his concluding speech, that the bill is £28,000 which it never paid, in which

meant not only to relieve a greatly counterpoise of dishonesty the opera- distressed industry in redemption of tion of moral justice may be visible, election pledges, but also as a contriPepys's observation on the point is bution towards remedying the present necessarily wanting; he had gone where monstrous injustice in the assessment diaries were no longer requisite; and to local rates. The Spectator deserves yet, but for irreverence, one might much credit for keeping this side of imagine him calmly resuming his notes the question uppermost. It is to be in Eternity: “This day did blow the last hoped that the government will sooner trump. Gabriel a fine figure. The

or later overhaul the whole bad busitrumpet somewhat out of tune.”

ness, but not without more deliberation than they thought necessary before overhauling our educational system. The Janus-faced contention of

the Opposition that the proposed reFrom The Cornhill Magazine.

lief is, as regards the landowners, an PAGES FROM A PRIVATE DIARY. enormous subsidy, but as regards the July 1st.—The young wrynecks, agricultural interest generally a drop alas! are dead, no doubt killed by in the bucket, reminds me of an antheir parents through my folly in cient story about a little girl and a taking one out of the nest. They are piece of cake: very uncommon birds in the neighbor

Little girl: Is that large piece of cake for hood, hence my wish to examine them, grandfather? They dug their hole in an old apple- Mamma: No, dear, for you. tree just below where it had lost a Little girl: What a small piece of cake!

The new vicar, who is not so good a lady! No wonder Lucian thought her Conservative as we could wish, is in- wan and washed out in complexion; dignant with the government for not but it would be a pity she should have allowing the relief to the clergy, who typhus. are notoriously “over-rated,” on tithe 6th.—The garden sundial came unrent cha At present, he tells me, riveted from its pedestal some months he pays half as much rates as Tom; ago, and has been laid aside ever and when the act comes into operation since, as it seemed to the ladies a pity he will pay exactly the same amount, to lose the opportunity of decorating for Tom, who farms his own land, will it with a motto. We are all gone crazy get the reduction. This certainly about mottoes in this part of the seems preposterous in regard, for ex- world. Every new house that is built ample, to the road-rate, for Tom wears must have its motto, and the selection the roads much more with his car- gives a good deal of entertainment riage horses and plough-teams than both to the house-builders and their the vicar with his one pony and "hum- neighbors. Well, fashion must be folble vehicle."

lowed, so this morning I have been 4th.-A curious example presented reading through Mrs. Gatty's collecitself this morning of our growing tion of sundial mottoes, being stimusensitiveness to criticism, and also of lated to industry by my stop-gap gar-. our ready invention in the manufac- dener's inquiry whether he might not ture of scandal. A person who makes put a pot of hydrangeas on the pedesmineral water at some distance from tal. So I explained its purpose. The here sent in his card and asked to see best mottoes seem to be the best me, and on being shown into the li- known, such as “Non nisi cælesti brary began this catechism: "Sir, did radio," "Horas non numero nisi sereyou pay a visit to last Friday nas,” “Pereunt et imputantur,” but week? Did you stop to lunch? Did one cannot use these. A favorite deyou say at lunch that my soda water vice was to print "we shall," and leave was enough to give everybody typhus "di(e)-al(1)” to be supplied by the fever?” I endeavored to persuade the local wits; but that is too macabre. I little man that he was misinformed, remember an uncle of mine choosing that I did not so much as know that “Sensim sine sensu" from the “De he existed; still less, if possible, that Senectute," and being very indignant he made mineral waters; that I could with a friend of his, a fine scholar, not, therefore, have censured them; who tried to convince him that he had and that so far as my memory served pitched upon an interpolation. On the the topic did not arise; so that his whole, I doubt if I shall find anything friend the footman must have con- better than my first idea of “Cogitavi fused two people and two occasions. I dies antiquos” (“I have considered the then warned him that perhaps the cir- days of old”), from the 77th Psalm. It culation of such a report was not the is dignified, and to a reflective mind most advantageous form of self-adver- monitory without being impudently tisement, because a man's mineral didactic, and I am fond of the Vulwater should be not only pure, but gate. The seventeenth-century above suspicion. He left in some ex- preachers and essayists were fortucitement, generously accepting my nate in being able to quote it, “to safdisclaimer, but determined to find the fron with their predicacioun,” but it truth somehow. I was tempted to should be kept for sober occasions. suggest that he might find the truth Matthew Arnold was something too at the bottom of his well, but he liberal in his use: it became a mere would not have understood. Poor trick of style with him.

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7th.—Sir William Harcourt is a joy joyed the sensations of a British chief forever, and his speeches “the triumph driving his springless car to the forof a letter'd heart.” At Holloway yes- tress of his tribe.” But, more fortuterday the fare was the usual “hashed nate than this writer, we did not cabbage”-peers and priests, bishops smash our chariot in effecting an enand bogies—but the cooking was of trance into the camp. The vale lies that sublime order which, as Chaucer stretched out below in vast and level says, “can turn substance into acci- panorama, “like the garden of the dent,” or one may add, accident into Lord,” and there is no such lovely substance. It was delightful to hear sight, to my thinking, anywhere. It a statesman quote once more from the is a little sad, too, for all the towns "Vanity of Human Wishes;” but the one sees are slowly decaying, largely quotation interested me for another through their own folly in refusing reason;

so clearly how it the Great Western Railway. Reading came to be near the surface of Sir had more foresight, and in the halfWilliam's mind. It was from the pas- century has more than trebled its popsage about the “Banks of Trent,” ulation. Perhaps it is not so sad which must have echoed again and after all, for Wantage remains what it again in his memory, when that was to Bishop Butler if not quite what tragic collapse befell at Derby, after it was to King Alfred, and Faringdon coquetting with the Drink Bill. has still its memories of Saxon kings

(not to mention Pye), while Reading is Why lived I not with safer pride content, The wisest Member on the banks of

like a strong ass couching down beTrent?

tween the two burdens of Sutton's

seeds and Palmer's biscuits. After And then follow the lines he quoted: tea we drove on to Uffington village

for the sake of Hughes's memory. (Oh, why did Wolsey) near the steeps of

But the church is a splendid specimen fate On weak foundations raise the enormous

of early English architecture, and

well worth a visit for its own sake, weight? etc.

as our American cousins are sure to I notice that one of the papers in a re- find out soon, and make it a shrine of port of the Queen's Review of her Ju- pilgrimage. The vicar should open a bilee nurses, says, “The nurses curt- subscription list for some memorial, sied thrice simultaneously, which had a as they are doing at Rugby. The novel and pleasing effect.”

schoolhouse still stands as it did when Sth.-Made our annual excursion to Tom Brown and Jacob Doodlecalf White Horse Hill. We lunched, as were caught at the porch by the cholusual, at the “Blowing Stone.” Five eric wheelwright, only the date over minutes' practice once a year for half the door is not 1671, as you see it in a century has not taught me the trick the illustration, but 1617. The inof blowing it, and Sophia remains the scription just indicated in the picture one member of the family who can is as follows: rouse the fog-horn blast by which Al

Nil fædum dictu vitiiq; hæc limina tangat fred is said to have gathered his

Intra quæ pueri. A.D. 1637. forces. It was almost too warm for the climb, but we persisted, and were The “pueri” is emphatic, and is exrewarded at the top by the breeze plained by one of the rules of the over the downs. I drove Sophia in founder on the walls within: the light pony-cart along the Ridge- “Whereas it is a most common and way to Uffington Castle, and (to quote usual course for many to send their the words of a recent Spectator) “en- daughters to common schools to be

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