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original it must at first be vocal only thus complaining he is trespassing to the understanding few, for the upon a peculiar of Mr. A. Lang's. crowd read only what their dema- 24th.--Stayed in town to attend the gogues bid them. It was Bright who presentation of the statuette of Sir made Lewis Morris's vogue, and for Thomas More to the Chelsea Library. how many reputations is not Mr. Glad- It is curious that London should be stone responsible! The recent com- content with such a meagre memorial petition for the laureateship, which to of one of her greatest sons. thoughtless people seemed so ridicu- Went afterwards to a meeting of a lous, meant no more than that poets, little society to encourage the employlike other authors, prefer a large to a ment of men who have served their small scale, and so wished to secure
time with the colors. Could not a the great public that buys what has similar society be started to find occuthe cachet. But Mr. Gladstone would pation for retired officers? Surely we. reply, let the young poet consult the are as a class the most pitiable people critics.
in the world. A day arrives when we Alas! who are the critics? His critic lose our chief interest in life. The may be the man he snubbed yesterday routine work of duty, the slave that at the club; or some young puppy bore the burden and heat with a light fresh from the university bent on using heart and easy conscience falls dead; his milk-teeth at all costs;
and we must look about for a suceditor, with a bee in his bonnet, de- cessor. Sometimes the by-work is set termined that Bilson shall be the to the mill, and loses much of its zest greatest living poet, and every other in consequence. L. turns his lathe father's son, Tomson, Dickson, and now all the morning, instead of at odd Harrison nowhere. Austin Dobson moments, and his house is fast filling has an interesting apologue, called with useless little pots; H. scours the "The Poet and the Critics,” in “At the country collecting grandfather's Sign of the Lyre.” If, on the other clocks for the sake of the brass corhand, the young poet gets praise, it
ners on their faces; M. has taken up will probably be because he is himself with the Church Association, and pesa member of the press-gang. I recol- ters the bishops with resolutions lect once meeting a notable critic, who against Rome. They are fairly happy; told me he had reviewed a certain but how many I know at Eastbourne book by a friend of his eight times
and Southsea and other wateringanonymously, besides writing a skit places, who are sorely conscious, exupon it; but as the book was inscribed cept for a month or two in autumn, of
the passage of time—"time's discrete to him he felt obliged to review it also
flow," as the psychologists call it—the in the Academy, where he could sign
odious now, now, now. “A man's life's his name. The public, then, being uninterested, and the critics interested, let; but that was his hopelessly un
no more than to say one,” said Hamthe young poet must fall back on him- practical turn of mind, or possibly self. But if he understands how bad
his fulness of matter. To many it is his first book is, it will only be because
to say one, one, one, as the clock ticks. he has the power to make the next
27th.--Went to the sale at better, and so he will try again. Simi- Manor. Fuller long ago remarked that larly he will try again, if he thinks his Berkshire land was skittish and apt book good. So that the situation is to throw its rider; but since the great really hopeless, and must be left. Mr. fall in prices it has been changing Gladstone adds a grumble that young hands very rapidly. The old yeomen poets send their books to him; but in of whom the county has long made its
boast-Mavor attributing to Mr. Pitt day in a great hurry to ask God's the saying "that no minister could Christian name, and was told He had command ten votes in Berkshire”-are none. “It's of no consequence,” was finding it impossible to go on farming the reply, “I have put Alfred;" Alfred at a loss, and are selling their land to being the name of his grandfather, nouveaux riches from town. The old the archdeacon. On another occasion, manor-houses are pulled down and when the floor was up in the diningmansions take their place. It is a sad room to mend a gas-pipe, he came to change for the yeomen and their his mother with tears in his eyes, and friends, and perhaps for the country, said, “O mother, I know I'm lost; but but profitable for the peasantry, who I cannot help pitying that poor dear will get better paid and housed.
Devil; and so I've been and poured 28th.—What topsy-turvy sort of
some water down the hole in the din
Jack has a Scotch vanity is that which takes pleasure in ing-room floor.” being like distinguished people. I met cousin Donald, who is of a more metaa curate this afternoon at our mem- physical turn of mind, as becomes a ber's garden-party who is the very
Shorter Catechumen. The following twin of the Archbishop of Canterbury, little dialogue will show that he inonly that he is of course "less conse
herits the faith of his fathers:quential about the legs.” He had the Donald: Mother, was Jesus Christ a archiepiscopal carriage and look, even
Jew? to the smile, which is a good smile,
Mother: Yes, Donald.
Donald: But how could He be, when though not quite so good as the pope's;
God the Father is a Presbyterian? —that seems to have more centuries behind it. I know, too, several middleaged gentlemen who are not unlike the newspaper pictures of the Prince of Wåles. But how can the resemblance
From The Spectator. in any reasonable way feed vanity, as
ON BEING A WOMAN. it certainly does? There is more in- "It's a horrid scrape to be a woman," terest in being like the mighty dead, said Mr. Walter Bagehot, with an inbecause one may cherish a mild Py- sight rare indeed in the masculine obthagoreanism. For example, my own server. To most men the matter is far nickname at school was Socrates, and simpler. Women, as Mrs. Gamp said of I have recently discovered that I “Rooshians” and Prooshians," "was might have sat for the portrait of born so, and can please themselves.” Ravaillac. Sophia often asks me why The essential difference in the outlook I keep a portrait of the poet Gray on
on life which comes from the "myself" my mantelpiece; the reason is that it having been born in the body of a is so very like her, especially about the woman, is a thing as to which the chin; but I do not like to say so, as
average Englishman troubles himself
very little. Yet in truth the difference she might not be flattered.
is almost as great as is in America the 30th.—Read the August Cornhill. It
difference of having been born with a is always a puzzle to me how people black skin or a white. It is a difference can enjoy fiction in monthly doses. nut in degree, but in kind. When in the "Jack," whose theological specula- first moment of returning consciousness tions are here chronicled, must be “el- the new-made mother asks the sex of derly," like the baby in the “Bab Bal- her infant, the answer comes to her as lads," for some of his heresies were the voice of destiny,—the prophecy of told us before I began to shave. But the fate of the new-born child. Is there are others which no less deserve it to lead the life of a man-to con. record. For instance, he came in one
tinue its father's name or is it to
leave name and race, and in its turn undertaking, the “Please, ma'am, have fulfil the great duty of woman-mother- you got anything as'll do Jane good, hood? For here, of course, is the crux she's that bad with toothache?" and the of the matter. Woman is the mother subsequent persuading of Jane to seek of the human race, and the carrying on the purgatorial refuge of the dentist's. of the race is so important a function as The narrowness of a great number of to more than justify the devotion of the women comes from this perpetual conhalf of mankind to this end alone. So templation of minutiæ. Their eyes are woman in her capacity of mother is out of focus for the larger events of life. worked for, watched over, and tended And this probably is the reason why by man,-for what were the use of all women attain so little eminence in the his toil were he to leave no child to abstract sciences. Their minds are inherit its fruit? This, then, is the trained to dwell on details; hence a rough division of the work of the world · woman's argument is apt to turn aside -theman earning the money, the woman to some minute side-point of the matter continuing the race and the woman in hand instead of keeping to the main who from necessity or choice steps out- issue. But what, perhaps, men realize side this arrangement, is apt to resent least in woman's lot is that in the larger the fact that life is arranged for the affairs of life woman has absolutely no average, not the exceptional human power at all. This will be said to be being. For the average lot, so dreaded nonsense, and instances innumerable by the young as a thing to be avoided at can be quoted in which great events all costs, is really the happiest in the have been settled by women. True, end, and Nerissa spoke a great truth but only by the influence of women over when she told her mistress that “It is men. Now to have power yourself is a
mean happiness therefore to be veiy different thing from having inseated in the mean."
fluence over a person who has power. I: is this essential difference in the lot And all the great things which have of the two sexes which makes it so been done through the instrumentality difficult for men to realize what it feels of women have been done merely by the like to be a woman. In the first place, power which the woman has of influthe life of a woman is passed in settling encing the man who holds the direct ar everlasting succession of details. power in his hands. A different comFrom the earliest moment in the morn- plexion is put on the affairs of life when ing, till she goes to bed at night, con- a woman first realizes this limitation stant demands are made upon her atten, of her possibilities. She cannot move tion and resource to give small decisions the world, and so her attitude becomes or settle minute emergencies. Prob- that of a watcher, a criticiser of the ably the entire wardrobe of three or actions of others, forever tooking on, four human beings is arranged by her, forever weighing the doings of the real all the garments which they all want workers. Her very ambition prompts in different degrees of thickness for the her to efface herself. She can do her varying seasons. The renewal of all best work in the world by turning her the brooms, brushes, "leathers," and own talents to account to smooth the innumerable etc., needful for the clean- path of a man whom she can sway, and ing of the house, falls to her. The who has all the possibilities before him. commissariat of the family, a matter So the woman does her utmost to use only to be arranged by close attention her brain in his interest, to attend to all to details, the health of the children, tiresome details so as to leave him as why is to go for a bicycle ride with the free as possible from petty cares and governess, and who looks pale and tired worries. Then the man can concen. and had better stay and play in the gar- trate the whole of his energy in his den, these are matters which require work, and the woman's ambition is constant supervision. Then there is the vicariously satisfied. She watches the bealth of the household,-a terrible friend, brother, and husband, and feels
with a half-amused complacency that that it means to have ambition best but for her his end would
forwarded by self-effacement, talents have been attained. And this eter- which must be applied to looking on at nal watching and criticism develops the game, powers of organization used in woman a great power of knowing to arrange merely the minutiæ of civilwhat men will do in particular circum- ized existence, and finally to have the stances. She has seen so often be- possibility of boundless influence, withfore that particular circumstances out a jot of direct power behind it. have particular effects in determining It is against this lot that a certain the actions of the workers. ' In the number of the women of the day cry stress and hurry of the fight the man is out in rebellion. And as the destiny of not conscious which way the action is vioman is decided not by the wickedtending. He is absorbed in doing the ness of man, but simply by the facts of duty immediately before him. The nature, their complaint is about as usewoman looking on coolly can say to him, ful and as dignified as would be the "See, this line of conduct must lead constant outcry of a man born blind to this and this consequence; you have thut it was a cruel fate which prevented only to take advantage of it, and your him from becoming a painter. "All success will be assured.” It is there. this talk of our destinies is one half of fore because woman is essentially a it ignorance and the other half rum," looker-on that she is so invaluable as an says the "Biglow Papers,” and if we adviser to man. To many a great man substitute "strong tea” for rum this the advice of an Egeria, even an Egeria nay be not too unfairly applied to the of an obviously inferior intellectual woman who declares that she must calibre to himself, is almost essential. alandon all her natural duties in order She can watch and weigh the motives of that she may “develop her individhis adversaries, she can calculate the uality." The
old-fashioned probable effect of his own actions. and among us may remember how the still more of his words, she can criticise Catechism told us “to do our duty in his past decisions and indicate the best that state of life unto which it shall chance of success in the future. In please God to call us," and as the "state fact, to be a woman is to be a mahout,- of life” of being a woman is quite una driver of elephants. The goad with alterable, women may be content to which she steers the animal is in her make the best of its limitations. And hand, but yet she knows, as according after all these limitations have their to Mr. Rudyard Kipling every mahout compensations. How many women are knows, that some day sooner or later not thankful to be spared the rough-andthe great beast will get beyond her con- tumble of the real fight of the world? trol, and may turn on her with a terri. If they can only satisfy their ambition ble punishment for the insult of having vicariously, they can at least satisfy it kept him in subjection. For the ulti- in a leisurely manner, without soiling mate force in life, physical strength, is their fingers with the oil wherewith the against the woman as it is against the machinery of the world is lubricated. mahout. But it must be insisted on that the kindly cynicism, too, with which it is not merely by pulling the strings they regard men, their masters, is not and working the puppets that woman without its attraction. Perhaps it is not wields her influence. It is also by tak- the highest fate to be born a woman, ing on herself the distracting drudgery. but at any rate we may rest assured So that whoever would know what it that to be a man is not to see life en. feels like to be a woman must realize tirely couleur de rose.
MASTER. Waverley and the Iliad, Blackwood's Magazine, .