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acteristics do not furnish the secret of is the cocoanut-palm. Another pecul. Mr. Lowe's downfall. It was not merely iarity of this region is the ubiquitousness his contempt for others, but that contempt of the dwarf Pandanus, probably the same plus his admiration for himself, which as the P. odoratissima of Fiji, the fibre of proved fatal to him. He delighted jo his which is used in the manufacture of grass. own cleverness, aod he could with diffi- cloth, and is usually known to foreign culty be induced to abandon his ill-starred trade here as hemp. Much of the land match-tax because he had invented the was under sweet potato cultivation, and punning.“ Ex luce lucellum," as the motto every household seemed to possess a few to be placed upon the stamps. People pigs, of the very superior and stereotyped bore his contempt, but they could not bear Hainan variety, black as to the upper and his self-adulation, and so in the end he white as to the lower part of the body, fell -- fell more completely and suddenly with a dividing line of grey running along than any other man of his time who had the side from the snout to the tail. These risen so high. In 1880 he was sent to the wholesome-looking pigs are fattened on House of Lords and to him the Upper the sweet potato, and do not rely for susChamber was no better than a tomb. A tenance upon precarious scavengering, as man of splendid intellectual force, of great is the case with the repulsive and uneloquence, of gifts many and precious, but cleanly animals of north China. Land utterly lacking in that insight into char- contiguous to the river is irrigated by acter which flows from sympathy, and ab- enormous wheels, forty feet in diameter, solutely devoid of that spirit of reverence of very ingenious construction, moved by which is the hall-mark of the truly wise, the current, needing no attention, aod disMr. Lowe was destined after achieving a charging perhaps one hundred gallons of wondrous triumph to see his inferiors pass water in a minute into the trough above, him in the race, and to spend an old age day and night without intermission. He of impotent regrets.
passed several large pottery establishments; but as at the New Year all busi. ness and cultivation are suspended for a few days, the opportunity was not a very
good one for gathering precise informaFrom Nature.
tion. The temperature during the week
ranged between 50° and 60° F. Game The great island of Hainan, off the seemed plentiful everywhere, and he mensouth-eastern coast of China, is but little tions that a German resident has reknown to Europeans, although since 1877 cently made a very fine collection of about there has been a treaty port there. Mr. four hundred Hainan birds, embracing Parker, the consul at Kiungchow, the port one hundred and fifty-four species, which in question, lately made a short journey in will shortly be on their way to a Berlin the interior of the island, of which he Museum. One of the commonest birds in gives some account in a recent report. the river is a spotted white and black He travelled about sixty miles up the kingfisher of large size. Amongst the Poh-Chung River, to within a mile or two trees which attracted his attention was one of Pah-bi, which is, at most seasons of the locally called the “great-leafed banyan, year, considered the limit of navigation which looks remarkably like the guttafor all but the smallest craft. He walked percha tree; the natives seem to use its round the walls of Ting-an city, one of the gum mixed with gambier, in order to make disturbed districts during the recent re- that dye “ fast; ” but there is some doubt bellions, on New Year's day (February whether it is not the sap of the real ban9); they are just one mile in circuit, and yan-tree which is used for the purpose. differ little from those of other Chinese A very strong silk is made from the grub cities. Wherever he had an opportunity called the “ celestial silk - worm," or, of walking diametrically across lengthy locally, "paddy-insect." This grub is curves of the river he found the inclosed found on a sort of maple. When fullarea to be extremely well cultivated ; grown it is thrown into boiling vinegar, on though not so flat, its general appearance which the "head" of the gut, or "silk," recalled many features of the Tonquin appears; this is sharply torn out with delta, especially in its great wealth of both hands drawn apart, and is as long as bamboos. The productions of the soil are the space between them, say five feet; it much the same, the papaw, areca-palm, is so strong that one single thread of it is sweet potato, turnip, ground-nut, orange sufficient to make a line with which to tree, etc.; but a peculiar Hainan feature catch the smaller kinds of fish.
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Below, the unhasting world toils on,
And here and there are victories won, (AUGUST 4th, 1892.)
Some dragon slain, some justice done, WITHIN a narrow span of time,
While, through the skies, Three princes of the realm of rhyme,
A meteor rushing on the sun,
He flares and dies.
From earth took wing,
But, as he cleaves yon ether clear,
He scatters to the enchanted ear
Of earth's dim throng, Of laurel grown in Latmian grove,
Whose dissonance doth more endear
The showering song.
In other shapes than he forecast
The world is moulded : his fierce blast, A fierier soul, its own fierce prey,
His wild assault upon the Past, And cumbered with more mortal clay,
These things are vain; At Missolonghi flamed away,
Revolt is transient : what must last
Is that pure strain,
Which seems the wandering voices blent
Of every virgin element, Alike remote from Byron's scorn,
A sound from ocean caverns sent, And Keats's magic as of morn
An airy call Bursting forever newly born
From the pavilioned firmament
And in this world of worldlings, where
Souls rust in apathy, and ne'er Shelley, the cloud-begot, who grew
A great emotion shakes the air, Nourished on air and sun and dew,
And life flags tame, Into that Essence whence he drew
And rare is noble impulse, rare
The impassioned aim,
'Tis no mean fortune to have heard 'Twas like his rapid soul! 'Twas meet A singer who, if errors blurred That he, who brooked not Time's slow feet, His sight, had yet a spirit stirred With passage thus abrupt and fleet
By vast desire, Should hurry hence,
And ardor fledging the swift word Eager the Great Perhaps to greet
With plumes of fire. With Why? and Whence ?
A creature of impetuous breath, Impatient of the world's fixed way,
Our torpor deadlier than death He ne'er could suffer God's delay,
He knew not; whatsoe'er he saith But all the future in a day
Flashes with life: Would build divine,
He spurreth men, he quickeneth And the whole past in ruins lay,
To splendid strife. An emptied shrine.
And in his gusts of song he brings Vain vision! but the glow, the fire,
Wild odors shaken from strange wings, The passion of benign desire,
And unfamiliar whisperings The glorious yearning, lift him higher
From far lips blown, Than many a soul
While all the rapturous heart of things That mounts a million paces nigher
Throbs through his own, — Its meaner goal.
His own that from the burning pyre And power is his, if naught besides,
One who had loved his wind-swept lyre In that thin ether where he rides,
Out of the sharp teeth of the fire Above the roar of human tides
Unmolten drew, To ascend afar,
Beside the sea that in her ire Lost in a storm of light that hides
Smote him and slew. His dizzy car.
WILLIAM Watson. From The London Quarterly Review. the limestone rock and peering down THE CHATEAUX OF THE LOIRE.
across the greensward to the river, where THE famous town of Tours, on the later on was to rise the noble Abbey of banks of the rapid and sandy stream of Marmontier, whose greatest abbot was the the Loire, lies a hundred and forty-five famous Alcuin of York.” Our Martiomas miles south-west of Paris. The charms still keeps alive the memory of the great of its situation have been much over. prelate's festival on the rith of Novemrated, but it is a place with a great ber. His tomb, says Mr. Cook, “ was the history. Under the proud name of Cæ- ancient sanctuary, the Delphic oracle of sarodunum it is mentioned in the itinerary France, the centre of the Merovingian of Antonine, and in the third century world, where its kings came to question holds rank as a free State. After three destiny at the shrine round which the hundred years of ease and prosperity un-counts of Blois and of Anjou broke so der its Roman masters, days of fighting many lances. Mans, Angers, and all began, when new walls had to be built Brittany were dependent on the See of round Tours, and the citizens, who had Tours, whose canons were the Capels and grown accustomed to peace, were com- Dukes of Burgundy aod Brittany, the pelled to buckle on their armor and de- Count of Flanders and the Patriarch of fend their good town against its foes. All Jerusalem, the Archbishops of Mayence, the tides of life in those early ages flowed of Cologne, and Compostello." Tours by Tours. It was the centre of the great prospered through the concourse of pil. network of Roman roads which bound to- grims to its shrine. Its population multigether Poitiers, Chartres, Bruges, Orleans, plied tenfold; its mint became as famous Le Mans and Angers. From this town as that of Paris ; its silks were finer than Christianity spread throughout Gaul. Its any other part of France could produce, first bishop, St. Gatien, was one of a party until Nantes and Lyons began to vie with of missionaries sent from Rome to evan- its artificers. Charlemagne, eager to se. gelize the Gallic provinces; St. Lidorius, cure a worthy man for the See, summoned the second bishop, began the cathedral - Alcuin, who had been trained under our the oldest in Touraine – in memory of his own Bede, from Rome, and made him predecessor. Before the end of the fourth bishop. The emperor's three sons were century St. Martin was installed as metro- taught in his famous school. He begged politan. He had served in the army under Charlemagne's permission to send Constantine, had been imprisoned and England for some books, the “flowers of flogged at Milan for denouncing Arianism, British learning; so that they may be and had founded the convent of Ligugé in found not only in the garden close of the wilds of Poitiers, probably the oldest York, but that Touraine also may have its monastic establishment in France. When share in the fruits of Paradise.” Lidorius died, in 370, the clergy insisted Dark days came when the Northmen on having him as their head. Their rowed up the Loire and burned St, Marchoice was justified by the rapid spread of tin's Abbey, but the Counts of Anjou Christianity. On every side the heathen restored the place and granted many privof Gaul hasten to join the Church. At ileges to the brave citizens. Fulk the last St. Martin, worn down by toil, re. Good might now be seen sitting beside the treated for rest to St. Symphorien, on the dean in the abbey. He waged no wars opposite bank of the Loire, “ backed by and cared little for politics. Legend has
gathered round bis memory. Once, it is 1. Old Touraine : the Life and History of the said, after all had refused the man's apFamous Châteaux of France. By Theodore Andrea Cook, B.A., sometime Scholar of Wadham College, peal, he bore a loathsome leper on his Oxford. London: Percival & Co. shoulders to the shrine of St. Martin, to
find whilst sitting in the choir that the 2. The Renaissance of Art in France. By Mrs. leper was Christ himself. But it is anMark Pattison. London: Kegan Paul & Co. 1879.
3. A Handbook for Traveliers in France. Part other count – Fulk Nerra, the Black Fal. 1. London: John Murray. 1892.
con — who has left his stamp most deeply
on Touraine. Every towo in the region | his widowed daughter, whom the loss of has its legend of this dashing soldier. the White Ship had driven to the cloisters. He was a boon fighter, who led his cavalry Other members of the house gathered to again and again on the foe at Conquereux, bid farewell to the count. Geoffrey Plan. " as the storm wiod sweeps down upon tagenet, who wore a spray of the golden the thick cororigs.” That victory made broom which brightens the fields of his him master of the lower reaches of the native province, was there, his “fair and Loire. He already held Amboise through ruddy countenance lit up by the lightning his mother's right; Loches had come to glance of a pair of brilliant eyes." His him through his wife. Both these for. broad shoulders and active frame bore tresses became centres from which he witness that he was no woworthy scion of kept up his fierce struggle with Odo, his brave house. But Geoffrey was also a Count of Blois. He now built a long man of culture, whose intellectual gifts crescent of forts from Angers, on the westlifted him far above the ordinary fighting of Tours, to Amboise on the east, with a baron of those turbulent times. A few view to cut out Touraine from the do- years after the scene at Fontevrault Mamains of Odo. Ao occasional visit to the tilda bore a son at Le Mans, who afterHoly Land, and the erection of an abbey wards became King Henry II. of England. at Beaulieu, beneath his high tower at The old feud between Anjou and Blois Loches, were meant as atonement for broke out again when Stephen, third son many a deed of blood. Mad bursts of of the Count of Blois, succeeded in grasppassion, which would have wrecked most ing the English crown. It was not till mea's lives, “seem scarcely to have made 1154 that Henry Plantagenet was crowned a break in his cool, calculating, far-seeing at Westminster. He was the true depolicy; a rapid and unerring perception scendant of the Black Falcon, and made of his owo ends, a relentless obstinacy in his court"a very pandemonium of energy." pursuing them." Fulk had turned north. His power steadily grew on both sides of wards to Maine - thus giving the first the Channel. Thomas-à-Becket filled a sign of the advancing wave of Norman large place in the history of those days. conquest — when he was called home to In 1163, as Archbishop of Canterbury, he repel a sharp invasion from Blois. The attended a council held by the pope at Black Falcon retook two of his captured | Tours ; in 1170 he met his royal master, fortresses and seized Chinon. All Tou to whom he had been reconciled the preraine, except its capital, now belonged to vious year, at Tours. Heory was on his the Counts of Anjou. The conqueror way to Amboise, whence he wrote, in paid a pilgrimage to Palestine, and died Becket's presence, a letter instructing his near Metz on his way homeward. It was son to restore the archbishop's estates. left for his son, Geoffrey Martel, to stretch Tours is the best centre from which to the boundary of his realm over Maine and visit “the myriad châteaux of the Loire," capture Tours after an obstinate siege. which still bear "witness to the skill and More than seventy years later, in 1119, training of the architects and sculptors of Matilda of Anjou married our Prince Touraine.” The slow trains to Chinon William, son of Henry Beauclerc. The give the traveller ample opportunity to future lord of England, Normandy, and study the scenery. “The sands that line Anjou was drowned next year in the the river-beds are fringed with willows, White Ship, amid the lamentations of three beoding down as if to sip its waters ; popkingdoms. Henry I. now married his lars, aspens, and acacias shade the stream, daughter Matilda, widow of the Emperor where countless little islets break the Henry V., to Geoffrey Plantagenet, son of silver current." It is strange to think that Fulk, Count of Anjou. A family gathering from the soft sunshine of this afternoon was held in the great Abbey of Fontev. land of idleness and laughter sprang the rault. Fulk had received the cross from martial Counts of Anjou, and our own Archbishop Hildebert in the Cathedral of fiery Plantagenets. Balzac speaks of Tours, and had come to the abbey to see “the sentiment of beauty which breathes