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Fifth Series, Volume XLII.
No. 2032.-June 2, 1883.
Macmillan's Magazine, V. MR. GLADSTONE'S OXFORD Days,
Temple Bar, VL. Wills, ANCIENT AND MODERN,
Spectator, VII. HOW THE EGYPTIAN LAND Tax is PAID, Globe, VIII. TREASURE TROVE AT THE CAPE, .
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THE FAIRIES' KNOWE.
And she stole, the old man's darling, through
the postern in the night, “When the dew is on the moorland, and the While the screech-owl hooted o'er her, and the moon is on the hill,
ban-dog wailed her flight ; When the castle gates are closing, and the
Stole to meet him, hum of life is still,
Once to meet him ! When they draw the heavy curtains in the But the darkened home that missed her saw stately oriel room,
the seasons come and go, And the lamps in muffled lustre, glimmer Yet never found the flower that left them for ghostly through the gloom,
the Fairies' Knowe. Will you meet nie,
Come to meet me, Gliding by the tall yew hedges, gliding by the Soon the vaults that held his sires, opened yet river's flow;
again for him, Will you come to meet me, darling, at the The father whose fair child forsook him as his Fairies' Knowe?"
light burnt low and dim; And a dark and passionate story gathered
slowly round her name, “But my father loves my singing, as the harp- Till-it grew a note of warning, blent with sor. sichord I touch,
row and with shame; And he needs me, just to listen to the lore he
And men whispered, loves so much;
Shrank and whispered, Reading in the grim old-folio, opened when How, at midnight, shuddering watchers hear a the lamps are lit,
sound of wailing low, And I hide away my yawning as we linger over As of fear and late repentance, sobbing round it!
the Fairies' Knowe. Can I meet you,
All The Year Round. Come to meet you, When such kindly eyes are watching by the
fir-logs' ruddy glow; Can I leave my warm home shelter for the
“But the music of your whisper is the melody
I prize, And no page has half the wisdom that is written in your eyes ;
IN LIFE'S LATE SPRING. Let the chords for once lie idle, close for once Ave, God has given me length of days,
the old dead line, Life and love have richer meanings waiting for the sunshine lies on pleasant ways,
An eye to see, a heart to feel; your glance and mine;
And when spring comes, around me steal
Soft airs with breath of opening flowers,
As sweet, as soft as in past hours.
spying footsteps go, If you'll come to meet me, darling, at the The skies grow pale, light lingers long Fairies' Knowe."
On all the awakening earth, the sea
Forgets its late tumultuous song, “ But my nurse has often told me evil spirits The robin seeks his ancient home,
Buds swell on waiting bush and tree, haunt that spot,
Blithely content no more to roam. Ghosts of some remembered horror, that they
hint, but utter not; And that black misfortune hovers brooding in Once sprang my soul, like bird in air, the sullen air,
When tuneful heralds from afar, And no maiden ever prospers that has held a Full of delightful promise rare, trysting there;
Passed outward through the gates ajar,
And spread o'er hill and field delight
From their own swift and joyous flight,
there are some hearts When I feel some danger lurking at the Fairies' Rejoice who may
So desolate and sore oppressed
That naught unclouded joy imparts;
That ask not bliss, but only rest. But he lured her with his whisper, and he o Spring! be merciful to such, soothed her fears to rest,
And solace by thy healing touch. And he kissed the blue eyes hidden, laughing, April, 1883.
H. J. L weeping on his breast,
From Macmillan's Magazine. enjoyed his acquaintance. The only emi. JOHN RICHARD GREEN.
nent person who seems to have appreciated and influenced him was the late
Dean of Westminster, then professor of As it is painful to speak of a friend ecclesiastical history and canon of Christ when the sense of loss is still fresh and Church. Green had attended his leckeen, so it is perhaps unwise, because the tures, and Stanley, whose kindly interest public is apt to suppose that words used in young men never failed, was struck at such a time are the expression rather by him, and had some share in turning of affection and regret than of deliberate his studies into a historical direction. · He judgment, and to refer them to the cate- graduated in 1860, not having gone in for gory of epitaphs and funeral orations. honors, partly, perhaps, because he had Nevertheless this is a risk which he must not received from the then tutors of the be content to take who, perceiving how college the recognition to which he was quickly, in a society like ours, the waters entitled. close over a vanished life, fears to let slip In 1860 he was ordained, and became the first opportunity of commemorating, curate in London at St. Barnabas, King's however briefly and inadequately, gifts Square, whence, after two years' expewhich deserve to be held in admiring re rience, and one or two temporary engage. membrance. There must be many among ments, including the sole charge of a those who read Mr. Green's “ Short His- parish in Hoxton, he was appointed in tory of the English People ” who would 1865 to the incumbency of St. Philip's, willingly hear something more about him Stepney, a district church in one of the than was contained in the newspapers poorest parts of London, where the vicar's which announced his death in March last, income was ill-proportioned to the claims from one who knew him well, but who which the needs of his parishioners made desires to speak of him quite dispassion. upon him. Here he worked with great ately.
zeal and assiduity for about three years, John Richard Green was born in Ox- gaining an insight into the condition and ford on December 12th, 1837, and edu- needs of the poor a view of the realicated first at Magdalen College School, ties of life — which scholars and histoand afterwards, for a short time, at a rians seldom obtain. He learned, in fact, private tutor's.
a singularly to know men, and the real forces that quick and bright boy, and at sixteen ob. sway them; and he used to say in later tained by competition a scholarship at life that he was conscious how much this Jesus College, Oxford, where he entered had helped him in historical writing. Gibon residence in 1856. The members of bon, as every one knows, made a similar that college were in those days almost remark about his experience as a captain entirely Welshmen, and thereby much cut in the Hampshire militia. off from the rest of the university. They
He threw the whole force of his pature had few social relations with other col- into the parish schools, spending some leges, so that a man might have a high time in every day in them; he visited inces. reputation for ability in his own society santly; and he took a particularly active and remain unknown to the larger world part in the movement for regulating and of Oxford. It so happened with Green. controlling private charity which led to Though his few college friends had the the formation of the Charity Organization highest estimates of his powers, they had Society. An outbreak of cholera and so little intercourse with other colleges, period of serious distress among the poor either socially by way of breakfasts or occurred during his incumbency, a period wine-parties, or at the university debating which drew some earnest workers from society, or in athletic sports, that he re- other parts of London to give their help mained unknown even to those among his to the clergy of the East End. Edward contemporaries who were interested in Denison, who is affectionately rememthe same things, and would have most bered by many who knew him in Oxford and London,* chose Green's parish to which then appeared in that organ. The work in, and the two friends confirmed most valuable of them were reviews of one another in their crusade against in- historical books and descriptions from the discriminate and demoralizing charity. It historical point of view of cities or rewas at this time that Green, who spent markable places, especially English and pretty nearly all his income as vicar upon French towns. Some of these are mas. the parish, found himself obliged, for the terpieces, and well deserve to be collected sake of his work there, to earn some and republished. Other articles were on money otherwise, and began to write for social, or what may be called occasional, the Saturday Review. The addition of topics, and attracted much notice at the this labor to the daily fatigues of his par- time from their gaiety and lightness of ish duties told on his health, which had touch. Politics he never touched, nor always been delicate, and made him will was he in the ordinary sense of the word ingly accept from Archbishop Tait, who a journalist, for with the exception of had early marked and learned to value his these social articles, his work was all abilities, the post of librarian at Lambeth. done in his own historical field, and done He quitted Stepney, and never took any with as much care and pains as others other clerical work.
would bestow on the composition of a Although physical weakness was one of book. Upon this subject I may quote the the causes which compelled this step, words of one of his oldest and most intithere was also another. He had been mate friends who knew all he did in those brought up in Tractarian views, and was days, and who conceives that it was a at one time (so, at least, I have heard), mistake to describe him, as some news. when a boy, on the point of entering the papers did in referring to his death, as a Church of Rome. This tendency passed journalist: off, and before he went to St. Philip's, he had become a Broad Churchman, and was The real history of this writing for the Satmuch influenced by the writings of Mr. urday Review has much personal, pathetic, and F. D. Maurice, whom he knew and used literary interest.
It was when he was vicar of St. Philip's, frequently to meet, and whose pure and noble character, even more perhaps than Stepney, that he wrote the most. The income
of the place was, I think, 300l. a year, and the his preaching, had profoundly impressed poverty of the parish was very great. Mr. him. However, his restlessly active mind | Green spent every penny of this income on the did not stop long there. The same move parish. And he wrote — in order to live, and ment which had carried him away from often when he was wearied out with the work Tractarianism made him feel less and less of the day and late into the night - two, and at home in the ministry of the Church of often three, articles a week for the Saturday England, and must have led him, even Review. It was less of a strain to him than it had bis health been stronger, to withdraw would have been to many others, because he from clerical duties. After a few
wrote with such speed, and because his capac
years he ceased to be addressed by his friends ity for rapidly throwing his subject into form, under the usual clerical prefix; but he and his memory were so remarkable. But it
was a severe strain, nevertheless, for one who, continued to interest himself in ecclesias.
at the time, had in him the beginnings of the tical affairs, and always retained a warm disease of which he died. affection for the Established Church.
I was staying with him once for two days, On leaving Stepney he went to live in and the first night he said to me, “I bave three lodgings in Beaumont Street, Maryle.articles to write for the Saturday Review, and bone, and divided his time between Lam- they must all be done in thirty-six hours.” beth and literary work. He now during “What are they?” I said; "and how have several years wrote a good deal for the you found time to think of them?” “Well,” Saturday Review, and his articles were he answered, “one is on a volume of Freeman's among the best, perhaps the very best,
“Norman Conquest,' another is a light mid
dle,' and the last on the history of a small town * Green has spoken of him in an article entitled “ A in England ; and I have worked them all into Erother of the Poor,” published in his “Stray Studies.” | form as I was walking to day about the parish
and in London.” One of these studies was the value of personal counsel and direcfinished before two o'clock in the morning, and tion, and generous enough to be heartily while I talked to him; the other two were done grateful for what he received. He did the next day. It is not uncommon to reach not belong in any special sense to what such speed, but it is very uncommon to com- | has been called Mr. Freeman's school, bine this speed with literary excellence of composition, and with permanent and careful differing widely from that distinguished knowledge. The historical reviews were of writer in many of his views, and still more
But he learned an use to, and gratefully acknowledged by, his in style and manner. brother historians, and frequently extended, in immense deal from Mr. Freeman, and he two or three numbers of the Saturday Review, delighted to acknowledge his debt. He to the length of an article in a magazine. I learned among other things, the value of used to think them masterpieces of reviewing, accuracy, the way to handle original auand their one fault was the fault which was thorities, the interpretation of architecthen frequent in that review — over-vehemence ture, and he received, during many years in slaughtering its foes. Such reviewing can- of intimate intercourse, the constant sym. not be fairly described as journalism. It was
pathy and encouragement of a friend an historical scholar speaking to scholars. I
whose affection was never blind to faults, do not call it journalism when Mr. Gardiner writes an article on his own subject in the while his admiration was never clouded Academy.
by jealousy. It was his good fortune to Another class of articles written by Mr. win the regard and receive the advice of Green were articles on towns in England, another illustrious historian, Dr. Stubbs, France, or Italy. I do not know whether it who has expressed in language perlaps was he or Mr. Freeman who introduced this more measured, but not less emphatic custom of bringing into a short space the his. than Mr. Freeman's, his sense of Green's torical aspect of a single town or of a famous services to English history. These two building, and showing how the town or the be used to call his masters; but no one building recorded its own history, and how it who has read him and them needs to be was linked to general history, but Mr. Green, told that his was one of those strong and at least, began it very early in his articles on rich intelligences which, in becoming more Oxford. At any rate, it was his habit, at this time, whenever he travelled in England, perfect by the study of others, loses nothFrance, or Italy, to make a study of any town ing of its originality. he visited.
His first continuous studies had lain Articles of this kind — and he had them by among the Angevin kings, and the note. fifties in his head — formed the second line of books still exist in which he had accumu. what has been called his journalism. I should lated materials for their history. Howprefer to call them contributions to history, ever, the book was never written, for when They are totally different in quality from ordi. the state of his lungs (which forced him nary journalism. They are short historical to spend the winter of 1870–71 at San essays.
Remo) had begun to alarm his friends, As his duties at Lambeth made no great they urged him to throw himself at once demands on his time, he was now able to into some book likely to touch the world devote himself more steadily to historical more than a minute account of so remote work. His first impulse in that direction a period could do. Accordingly he began, seems, as I have said, to have been re. and in two or three years, his winters ceived from Dean Stanley at Oxford. His abroad interrupting work a good deal, he next came from Mr. E. A. Freeman, who completed the “ Short History of the En. had listened to, and been much struck by, glish People. When a good deal of it had a paper of his at the meeting of a local gone through the press, he felt, and his archæological society (at Wellington in friends agreed with him, that the style of Somersetshire), and who became from that the earlier chapters was too much in the time his warm and steadfast friend. Green eager, quick, sketchy, “point-making” was a born historian, and would have been manner of his Saturday Review articles, eminent without any help except that of " and did not possess ” (says the friend I books. But he was wise enough to know I have already quoted)" enough historical