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Bristol Naturalists' Society for a confederation of all similar societies in the west of England, with the object of combining the results of independent investigation. He also exhibited an oil painting of the old House as it appeared whilst still the Castle Inn, the work of a well-known Marlborough man, Mr. Geo. Maton, which will probably be purchased for the Museum.
Mr. Preston exhibited a valuable coin, a silver crown of the Protectorate, presented by F. Thursby Pelham, Esq., O.M., and large number of skins of rare birds and animals, sent on approval by Mr. H. G. Frank, wbich would have filled some important gaps in our collection if there bad been funds to purchase them. Amongst them there were a Tasmanian devil, an Apteryx Owenii, a bird of paradise, a most beautiful specimen of Ptiloris paradisicus and a lemur.
200 141 341 Rossall
198 142 310 Cheltenham
204 136 3-10 Whitgift
200 137 337 Charterhouse
215 118 333 Wellington College...... 194 134 328 Rugby
126 320 Harrow
199 121 320 Eton
197 119 316 Glenalmond
198 109 307 Derby
163 100 262 Dulwich College.. 168
86 254 Bradfield College
81 252 After the close finish of the Ashburton Shield the minor contest for the Spencer Cap excited less interest. During its progress competitors and spectators were once more drenched by a third thunderstorm, which seemed particularly disadvantageous to our representative, who made only 15 points in his seven shots. The interest of the contest lay between the champions of Clifton, Charterhouse, and Whitgift. Sands, for Charterhouse, made 27 and then missed his last shot; Chillingworth, of Whitgift, made the same number, but without a miss, and Luce, of Clifton, with 23 had a shot to fire -equal to the occasion he made the nece eye, and thus scored the double event for Clifton amid general and hearty applause.
Meanwhile, in the Cadets Match Marlborough had gained fourth place with 78, the winners being Cheltenham with 85, and bad Private Hussey-who made only 33—been able to second the efforts of Corp. James (45) we should have carried off the prize.
In conclusion let us congratulate the Eight on a most gallant bid for victory; let us express our hearty appreciation of Manton's untiring efforts during two seasons to bring out a good team ; let us thank the 0.M.'s at Wimbledon for their advice and assistance; and let us once more appeal to the School to support an institution which for unobtrusive merit has no equal at Marlborough, so that the proxime accessit of 1884 may becomo the absolute win of 1885.
Holiday observations on the disappearance of deers' horns, animal sagacity, the effect of lightning, the appearance of rare birds and animals, sounds produced by insects, moths in coal mines, &c., produced considerable discussion, in which Robertson, Chambers, G. T. K. Maurice, Mr. Hart-Smith, Ainslie
, Wainwright, Mr. Preston, and Mr. Durrant took part. Mr. Hart-Smith also exbibited a portion of a very large collection of British and foreign beetles, kindly offered to the Society by F. C. Pawle, Esq., but it is a question whether our funds are sufficient to house the collection as well as it deserves: and it is too valuable as a whole to be broken up by selection.
It will be gratifying to everyone to know that the answer to our appeal for means to meet the loss occasioned by the destruction by fire of 200 copies of the great work of Avebury has been so handsomely responded to, that the deficit has been covered.
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NOTICE TO CONTRIBUTORS.
Natural History Society.
R. G. Durrant, Esq. E. Robertson.
tern) Rev. E. S. Marshall. Saturday, Oct. 25th,
Rev. J. G. Wood. Thursday, Nov. 6th, “The Tongue.” Dr. Fergus. Thursday, Nov. 20th, Private.
At the private meeting of Sept. 25th, at which 31 members were present, the President called attention to an important paper by L. Meyrick, O.M., on Micro-lepidoptera, in the Proceedings of the New Zealand Institute,” and to an article in the “ Bristol Naturalists' Report” on some experiments with the divining rod, similar to those recently made in Mr. Beesly's field.
H9 also stated that the Society had expressed willingness to support a proposal of the
NOTICE TO SUBSCRIBERS.
John Cornwallis Godley, Scholar of C.C.C.,
Waterloo House, Marlborough.
We are not professed worshippers of Mr. Browning. We do not belong to any one of those societies which periodically meet to discuss various renderings of the more intricate passages in their favourite author, and to demonstrate entirely to their own satisfaction that Mr. Browning is incomparably the greatest poet that ever existed or ever will exist. On the other hand we are not of those who after glancing cursorily through a few pages throw down the volume with the hasty criticism totally incomprehensible,' and decline ever after to open it again. No sensible critic can doubt that Mr. Browning is a very great poet, and we venture to prophesy that his fame will be much greater in the future than it is now. He will probably never be a popular poet; it requires a refined and cultivated mind to appreciate his poetry ; but this disadvantage, if it is a disadvantage, he shares with Wordsworth ; and like Wordsworth, he will live, because his poetry rests not on things transient and fleeting, but
on the things which are true for all time, the life and emotions and character of mankind.
two characteristics which Browning shares with several other poets of this century, with Tennyson, with Arnold, and with Clough. These
are, first, the large amount of general learning and culture which he displays, and secondly, the interest which he takes in questions of religion and philosophy. These tendencies are most noticeable in his longer poems, such as Paracelsus, and Christmas Eve and Easter Day.
It is, however, his shorter pieces, his Dramatic Lyrics, and similar poems that more especially strike the average reader. Browning's genius is essentially dramatic. It is this that separates him from the other poets of his day, who see everything through a halo of self.' Browning's poetry is not of a subjective order. He goes straight to the heart of his characters and sketches them or rather lets them sketch themselves with a loving fidelity and minuteness of detail. Among the most powerful of these representations are Fra Lippo Lippi, the Last Duchess, Bishop Blougram's Apology, The Glove, but they are all too long for quotation. Mr. Arnold describes the two elements of true poetry as being moral profundity' and 'natural magic.' In Browning's poetry the' moral profundity' predominates, but there is much of the natural magic' also. He has not Tennyson's delicate harmony and accurate versification, or Mr. Arnold's own power of melodious rhythm, but he has much of the sensuous delight in the beauty of outward
nature which is a conspicuous feature in their writings. Here again his power of minute observation helps him. The following poem is called “Home Thoughts from Abroad."
Oh, to be in England
Far brighter than this gaudy melon flower! We have said that Browning is wanting in melody. It is difficult to reconcile this with his passionate love for and deep sense of music. His own writings show this in a remarkable degree. One of his most striking passages describes the effect produced upon Saul in his madness by the music of David's harp. This sense of music imparts to his poetry, not exactly melody, but a peculiar harmony of rhythm, which often takes the form of an additional emphasis laid on the important syllables. This is well illustrated by the following lines from the Lost Leader, in which two or three words in each line have a strong accent on them :
Just for a handful of silver he left us,
The two charges most frequently brought against Browning, besides that of a want of melody are, firstly, obscurity of meaning, and secondly a fondness for the grotesque, especially in his rhymes.
These in our humble opinion are both real defects, but in both cases it is possible to plead extenuating circumstances. The obscurity is greatly due to Mr. Browning's shorthand style of writing. He hurries from one
thought to another, and expects the reader to follow him without knowing the connecting links. But once the keynote of the compositon is discovered, everthing gradually falls into one grand harmonious whole; and it must be remembered that Browning's poems must emphatically be studied rather than read
Mr. Browning seldom allows himself to be grotesque when it would manifestly be unsuitable to his subject. The following lines are from a poem called Holy Cross Day, describing the annual service at which all Jews at Rome were at one time obliger to attend. This service naturally was ridiculous.
Fee, faw, fum! bubble and squeak!
Gives us the summons-it's sermon time. We have heard it suggested that the curious rhymes in which Mr. Browning often indulges had their origin in his admiration for his wife's poetry. In Mrs. Browning's poetry they arose from careless writing, but her husband, who valued her poetry very highly, may have imitated them intentionally.
[The following poem, suggested by a visit to Corfe Castle,
was originally published in the Isle of Purbeck Gazette, and is reprinted by permission of the Author.- En. M.]
“I love a ballad but even too well, if it be
Methought how, in the soul transfused
Idlest of all self-delectation.
Father, I know thy skill is vain
To shrive me of my sin :
My heart no peace shall win.
The blessing and the ban-
The blood of a murdered man.
The deadly curse has won,
No penance to be done.
I know that they were lies.
No pardon in his eyes.
The eyes of a slaughtered king, -
I read the doom they bring.
And through the cruel night,
No depths of blackness may prevail
To screen them from my sight.
And wrought against his life;
To taste my whetted knife.
And felt no touch of fear-
My hour of triumph near.
And begged a boon of wine,
Had clutched the cup with mine. Once, twice I stabbed him as he drank;
I heard nor groan nor cry,
I shall see them till I die.
As he threw down the cup;
That took the goblet vp.
And I will pray no more :
Deep graved at my heart's core.
My son and my son's right;
I curse him in hell's despite.
And bring the dead again ?
For whom I struck in vain ?
Gone is the mighty poet-soul,
Adown the rugged fells.
Although I have made a bad start, I hope to do well. The manager does everything to help me, but he has no work to be done except labourer's work, such as hewing and carting. It seems as if a lot of money might be made here. Orange groves pay well, but they take a good deal of capital, and are some six years before they bear. I am starting a vegetable garden; for stich produce there is always a good market in New York. Meanwhile I hope to start some orange trees. Pigs run wild in the woods, and want no food; the only trouble is to keep the young ones marked and to keep them round the house, to prevent their going wild. The cattle, too, are never fed. There are several Englishmen about here. This part of Florida is very low land, and after heavy rain this is an island. There is a small lake here, with a few alligators in it, but they have never been known to attack any. one. Man's worst enemy here is the rattlesnake. There are a few deer, bears, and tigers to be got."
These extracts from a letter from a Marlburian, who left only a short time ago, may be of interest to
some whose eyes are turned towards emigration :“FLORIDA has turned out very different from what I expected. A director of a Land Company told me in England that I should have work here, so I bailed at short notice. We changed ships at New York, and I travelled South with the manager of the Company, who was not encouraging in his estimate of my capabilities. After landing in Florida I went up country, and stayed a month at the Company's camp. We had home-made bread, which was just eatable, salt beef and bacon, coffee and sugar. I slept in a hammock, on a chair, or on the floor. The roof was far from rain-proof. I then shifted my quarters to a farmer's house hard by, where I paid $10 a month for board. The Company intend starting a town here, and I have bought the first plot. Two weeks ago my house was finished, and I am beginning to get a little more settled. My house is built of cypress wood, all got out of the woods close by; some of the boards split out are six feet long. I went one day, while in camp, to see the boards being split, three miles away. I was guided by the sound through some thick tropical growth, and found myself on the edge of a dry water-course, 10 feet deep and 15 feet broad. On the other side of it I came to a place where there was no undergrowth, the trees were too thick for the sun to pierce. I found the men at work, and after staying some time they told me the best way out. I went straight at first, but took a wrong turn, which ended in some cow tracks, and I followed one till it faded away. Then I tried to retrace my steps, but it was no easy matter, and finally I gave it up. I was in a sort of plain, about half-a-mile across, surrounded by cabbage, palmetto, and other thick growth. I saw that I was lost, so set to work to find the path again, and after two hours search succeeded, and followed it successfully out.
Obituary. DAVID ORMEROD ARCHER. Archer was drowned at Freshwater, on Sept. 27th, while trying to swim through the brea kers, with a heavy sea running in the bay. It will be remembered that at the end of last year he was prostrated by a terrible attack of peritonitis, from which it seemed that he could hardly recover, but which his own vigorous constitution, and the devotion of the doctor pulled him through.
Archer came here Sept., 1879, and left Christmas 1883. He was a simple, cheery, honourable fellow, with plenty of pluck and will, with pluck indeed, as it has turned out, beyond his strength. He was here only two days before the beginning of term, full of life and hope. He was an only child with great expectations, and his sad and premature death has caused great regret among his friends, and deep sympathy for his relations.
MARRIAGES. Sept. 26th, at Christ Church, Albany Street, the Rer. Walter Edmund Spencer, M.A., Senior Curate of Christ Church, to Sarah Susan, elder daughter of E. J. Bevir, Q.C., Bencher of Lincoln's Inn.
Sept. 30th, at the Church of the Holy Trinity, Wonston, the Rev. Edward Ballachy Hill, to Maude, eldest daughter of the Rev. Newton Spicer, Rector of Wonston.
Sept. 30th, at Tackley, Oxon, Captain W. H. Wyld, 16th Lancers, son of the late Rev. W. Wyld, of Woodborough,