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her scheme: the absence of nomination, Gladstone's deatb she should bave payment, etc., and the attachment of driven up the village to comfort the the Convalescent Home to a great hos- new-made widow of a collier who had pital. As Mrs. Gladstone had been its been killed that morning in a mining foundress, so she watched over it, vis- accident. iting it constantly, and taking the large She had an untiring and a graphic est part in the labor of raising funds pen, relations and friends had for its support. Till the end of her reason to know, especially any who London life every Monday afternoon were in trouble, or whom she felt saw her on her way to Whitechapel to would like to be remembered; but the sit on the committee at the London bulk of her large correspondence was Hospital, by which cases to be drafted on cases of distress put before her. A to it were selected.

characteristic story occurs to me, both These institutions-and others might of her impulsive ways and of the wide be added-bear witness to the fore- net which she cast for objects of charsight, resource and energy which she ity. She was travelling down to Woodcarried into all her works of charity; ford. The footman had taken her but by themselves they give an inade- ticket when she started, and she had no quate idea of the warmth and large- money, having left her purse at home, ness of heart of which they were only or (as she often did) emptied it. On one channel. The touching telegram the way she entered into conversation from the Queen “She was always kind with a sad-looking young lady in the to me,” if it says much of the simplic. carriage and learned, by degrees, ber ity and true womanliness of the Royal trouble—a sick husband whom she sender, is also a striking testimony to 'was just sending off for voythe personality of her of whom it age to Australia as a chance for speaks. She had profound reverence his life, but whom she could not (like her husband, a good old-fashioned afford to accompany. In the interreverence) for the Queen's high office, est of the story she overran her staand a most affectionate loyalty to her tion. As she got out, remembering that person, but what stood out most in the she had no money, she borrowed a Queen's own memory was her power shilling of her travelling companion, of simple human sympathy in the sor- and then gave her her address in St. rows which do not respect persons. James's Square and asked her to call, Suffering in any form and in any rank telling her that she would see what appealed at once to her motherly in- could be done for her. The same evenstinct. In the cholera wards of the Lon- ing, at a smart dinner, she told the don Hospital, among the distressed story with such effect that, with her operatives in the Lancashire cotton own promised contribution, enough was famine, as in any hillside cottage in promised to pay the second passage to her own neighborhood at Hawarden, Australia. Next morning the young she was always first to be on the spot wife came, and with her to the door where there was distress or calamity. her husband, who was afraid she might She never had a thought of personal have been hoaxed, but she was warmly risk or trouble or fatigue. It struck no received, and the story being fully veri. one as anything but what was natural fied, she was made happy by being enin her that in the first hours after Mr. abled to accompany her husband on his were combined in Mrs. Gladstone with tions. This was partly the result of some rare powers of command and of her perfect manner, her beauty which attraction. As a girl she had had her lasted to the end, her simple exhibition own way. Losing her father in her in- of natural feeling; but there was also fancy and with a mother in deepening something that touched people more ill-health, adored by sisters and broth- closely. It is difficult to define. Though ers, among whom she was the leading she was a religious woman, it would spirit, the idol of humbler neighbors, be scarcely true to say that there was she started under the conditions which, in her that visible sense of another without the nobler impulses and the world which to those who saw him great attachment which moulded her close was such a key to Mr. Glad. life, might have developed a character stone's life. But there was a remarkof mere self-will. She had a great in- able absence of what we describe often sight into motive and character. In her by the term "worldliness." There was charitable undertakings she was singu- not only transparent simplicity of molarly fortunate in her chief agents, tive and indifference to the world's which means, generally, singularly standards and luxuries and ambitions; wise in selecting and skilful in hand- there was what is very rare indeed, ling them. She commanded confidence complete forgetfulness of self. She by her promptness, courage and unert- lived entirely for others. It was a life ing instincts. And she was very at- of continuous self-sacrifice-a life to tractive to people of all ranks and posi

voyage. It was here that she made the acquaintance

Even a large and a warm heart are and learned the worth of her life-long friend and counsellor in good works, Sir Andrew Clark. not such uncommon gifts, but they

attract and a life to inspire.

E. O. Wickham. Good Words.


(In the measure of the original Irish Gaelic Love Song.)

She is my love beyond all thought,

Though she hath wrought my deepest dole;
Yet dearer for the cruel pain
Than one who fain would make me whole.

She is my glittering gem of gems,

Who yet contemns my fortune bright;
Whose cheek but glows with redder scorn

Since mine has worn a stricken white.

She is my sun and moon and star,

Who yet so far and cold doth keep,
She would not even o'er my bier

One tender tear of pity weep.

Into my heart unsought she came,

A wasting flame, a bainting care;
Into my heart of hearts, ah, why?
And left a sigh forever there.

Alfred Perceval Graves.
The Spectator.


The other day, at the Exposition, “We may cultivate them to the bitter tired and irritated by all the hard end," murmured my friend; "but the knocks I had got in the Rue de Paris, Chinese will never understand the I turned aside, and dragged the friend French. To begin, they have no con. who was with me away toward the one ception of the meaning of one word garden within the limits of the im- which is forever upon our lips. Our mense fair:-the oasis of the Trocadero. broad expression Fraternity, represents

It is really a cool corner. Under with them an unfathomable abyss. We every plane-tree there is a little lake, are

the 'River of Europe' which and about the lake there are little

broadens out into


shallow shrubs, and hard by the shrubs there pools, while China is a bottomless are little kiosks hung with Chinese lan- well. Woe to the man who peeps over terns, and in every kiosk there are the Great Wall and thinks he will have pretty women with little bits of hands a drink out of that well. He is done who serve you in gaily-painted little for-or he soon will be. 'Tis precisely cups a kind of wine that smells of the what is happening in China at this precious wood off which it has been moment." drawn. It is not precisely the free air Do you mean this revolt of the of heaven which breathes through Boxers?” these kiosks and over these lakes and "Over there," my nd went on shrubs, but a kind of heavily per- dreamily, “there are 450,000,000 people fumed imitation thereof, amid whose thoroughly imbued with their own tramingled odors you distinguish those of ditional beliefs-a horde of fanatics saké, sandal-wood and roses. It all prepared to suffer all things for the reseems to emanate from the figure of a ward of eternal life. Drunk with gigantic bonze, the waving of whose hatred, they are snuffing out our fan would suffice to freshen the entire steamboats, tearing up our railways, air of the Trocadero. It is the best and, in a word, rejecting our civilizaplace in all the show for snatching a tion." bit of rest and refreshment.

“And do you approve their doings?” "Ah, here's a spot to dream in!” said "As a student of the languages and my friend. “Let us sit down."

poetry of the East, I should answer, He is an old pupil of the School of "The modern

sees and judges Oriental Languages-a graduated these things differently. The whole dragoman. He knows Arabic and Chi- province of Pe-Chi-Li is up in arms, nese, but he contents himself with crying 'Death to the foreigner! And knowing them, and he lives in Paris. you will see that the contagion will

We settled ourselves in the shade of spread, and that other provinces will an elm-tree-the uttermost leaves of follow suit. Meanwhile the Chinese one of whose drooping branches waved populace everywhere applauds with over us like a hand-and gazed at the enthusiasm the revolt of the secret sospectacle of a landscape dotted with cieties—the Pure Tea League, and the kiosks, incessantly visited and quitted League of the Golden Bell, and the by an idle crowd amused by the sham League of the Red Lantern. The ranks foreignness of the whole arrangement. of the Boxers are swollen at every •Translated for The Living Age.

step, by the accession of organized LIVING AGE. VOL. VIII. 433


partisans. They will soon constitute a is young, rich in energy, eager to exmultitude against which nothing can tend its sphere, but it may be followstand. But, hold," added my comrade ing a deceitful mirage which will nulsuddenly, “There's Ly-Pé making signs lify all the power of its cannon. It may to me. Let's go and 'interview' him!” stumble over a pebble; a mere act of

We saluted a small yellow gentle. weakness in a day of conflagration man with the face of a wooden doll, may place it in the power of the barwearing a long overcoat and a tall hat barian. Unfortunately Europe believes several sizes too large for him, who in death." was twirling an umbrella between thin “Atheistical Europe?" and rather tremulous fingers. He was “Dangerously atheistical, I grant on the terrace of one of the kiosks, you, in its new political formulas." and had ordered a glass of saké wine “Ah," cried the Chinaman with a viwhich he seemed greatly to relish. sionary look, “how admirable are the

He smiled when my friend introduced religions which altogether suppress me and immediately began talking death!" about the Annales and another periodi- “Listen!" whispered my friend, "he's cal called the Neapolitan Ice, with the going to tell us a story!" zest of a true Parisian. My com- “Permit me,” continued M. Ly-Pé, panion looked amused.

"to relate the legend of the philosopher "Ly-Pé," he whispered to me, “is a Tu-Phu. There are a good many Tu· dealer in curios; but he can tell you a Phus in China and I leave you to judge capital Chinese story while selling you what may be expected of an incalcua statuette!”

lable number of men who care absoWe spoke of the Boxers of course, lutely nothing for the thing about and Ly-Pé said with a slight contrac- which you are most anxious-I mean tion of his pencilled brows: “It is a death. You smile, but let me tell you most unjust war. We are patriots as that those who fight without hope will well as you and you are crowding our end one day by fighting badly; and on country.”

that day it will be all over with the “But for the good of China"-I rashly Western world. Your locomotives will began. Ly-Pé became a shade yel- be useless then, your military power lower. It was perhaps his way of broken, but our descendants will still turning pale.

believe in the Paradise of Buddha. "You mean by that the happiness of Happiness is not for the nations who China? And if so, do you think you know how to live, but for the race that have chosen the best way to secure it?" do not expect to die. I drink to your He paused a moment and then re

very good health,” added M. Ly-Pé sumed with energy:

with a French gesture. "You talk of civilization, why should He turned his bead-like eyes toward you wish to destroy ours and impose the garden and surveyed the little lake a new code of morals? Are there not and the little kiosks with their gay a good many Frenchmen, men whose lanterns and their airy bells, then deonly desire is to live as we Chinese posited his wine-cup upon the stand have always lived, beside the graves beside him, clasped his hands about of their ancestors, rooted in the soil, his umbrella and went on softly: and drawing their nutriment from it?" “The Chinese are a very religious

"Have you any chance of winning in people and they have organized secret the struggle?"

societies for the express purpose of “Who knows? The soul of Europe preserving the national faith. The

most important of these organizations, ple which he impaled upon a little is that of the Fists of Patriotism- stick, and so sucked its juice. His what you call the Boxers. The phil- cushion was also a cupboard. osopher Tu-Phu was a very good man “Sometime afterward I asked what and he belonged to one of the societies had become of him and was told that in question.

he was seen from time to time accom. “He lived to be very old, and one panied by a troop of children to whom night he believed himself to have died. he was relating his adventures in the He lay motionless in a ditch and the under-world, where he professed to peasants from a neighboring farm had have seen Daīkok-Ru, the god of riches. already wrapped him in a shroud. ‘An ugly little dwarf,' so Tu-Phu de

“Then a bonze who happened to be scribed him, 'sitting on two bags of passing called out to him: 'Have you rice, both of which were tied up with no pluck? Don't lie there and rot, but strings of pearls, and shaking a wallet get up!

full of golden balls! Like this!' “ 'Can one conquer death ?'

"Then he would filing his folded cloth A sage can do anything!

among the children; for his cupboard “The bonze then gathered some was also a toy. herbs, which he first crushed in the hol- "When Tu-Phu desired to sleep he low of his hand and then laid them did not stand at house-doors and whine upon the lips of Tu-Phu.

for admittance, but merely looked him "The philosopher had a sensation as out a cedar-tree, hooked his shroud to of a lamp lighted within him. Was it one of the lower limbs and mounted by the lamp of wisdom? At all events he its aid into a fork of the tree. Then he rose to his feet.

pulled up after him the shroud which “ 'I make you

a present of the had also served him for a ladder, setshroud,' said the peasant, and Tu-Phu tled himself thereon, and dreamed of departed humming the air of The the glory of Buddha. Sundered Willow-branch-the sad

"The philosopher was welcomed with frain of the parting hymn which is smiles wherever he appeared. He had regularly sung by my compatriots no need to beg. His wants were supwhen they take leave of their families. plied by the gods, and he could fold

"It so happens,” went on M. Ly-Pé, his hands. When it rained he planted in yet more mellifluous tones, "that I four stakes in the earth, stretched his myself saw the philosopher once when shroud over them, and smoked the I was a child. He turned up at har- pipe of peace under the tent thus convest-time, wearing the shroud in which structed. he had so nearly been buried, as a “Was he not a philosopher?” excloak. 'Take a seat,' said the farmer, claimed M. Ly-Pé. “On those days of whereupon Tu-Phu folded his winding- blinding heat, when you seem to hear sheet eight times and sat down upon it. the earth cooking in the sun, Tu-Phu His cloak had become a cushion.

would manufacture a slender frame out “He stayed with us a number of of a willow-wand cut into lengths, days. He gave the laborers a great hang the shroud over it and sit chaffing deal of good advice, told them all the merchants under his parasol. about the phases of the moon, predicted “After this manner he lived exactly storms and told stories. When asked one hundred and one years. I should if he was hungry, Tu-Phu replied by need,” said M. Ly-Pe, “the memory of plunging his hand between the folds of three men, if I were to tell you of all his shroud and pulling out a golden ap

he did with that shroud of his. But


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