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ing maid. If it were not for the red dawn, only half dressed, she had had cotton dress, the apron and the white to climb up to the old tower, and in all cap—who could look at this graceful the cold, ring the bells. The picture of young appearance and not take it for the young creature, half frozen, in the that of a lady? How many ladies great gown and short little jacket, would rejoice to have such a carriage drunk with sleep, hanging on to the and such a face! Two days before thick rope and swinging it back and Mrs. Hertha had said to her husband: forth, often half unconscious, as the "Our housemaid is really lovable. If I bell resounded with its dull, threatening only knew how I could do it skilfully, echo, this picture, as the girl had so as not to make the old Wilhelmina placed it before her vision in a few vexed, I would much rather have this words, had remained in the mind of young thing for my personal help.” Mrs. Hertha for days. What an im

“And so," she asked shortly, “you pression must this description have did not tell him that you are here in my made upon the mind of a lover! service, but met him evenings and “Yes, of course,” said Lisbeth, "he went out walking with him?” People knows about that too." of the lower class, she thought to her- “Did that make no difference to self, no matter how sympathetic they him?" may look, have not our ideas of right "No, not at all; he wanted to marry and propriety.

me immediately, but that I would not The girl smoothed the folds of her allow. To go to him so suddenly, no, apron. She did not answer immedi- that is quite impossible. When I have ately. It seemed as if she was trying got a place for little Lina and have to find the meaning of the words which saved a little so that I-can get some would explain the meaning of the linen, and wash clothes one must make; changed cool voice. Then she raised with entirely empty hands thus to go to her little head.

a man like a beggar, and to one besides "I told him the second time exactly. who is accustomed to something difI did not wish to go any further. But ferent, entirely different-Frau Doctor, he-he would not-indeed I could do no that I could not do, isn't that so ?” otherwise. I told him everything, Frau “People of a lower class have other Doctor, also about my father. That ideas of propriety and honor," the formerly-Frau Doctor does not yet young woman again thought. And know that-he-he-had done wrong. she thought of one and indeed several And that mother married again. And of her acquaintances, who had not hesithat we two are not on good terms with tated to take everything for themher. And that I must put my little selves and their families from a man sister, as soon as she is confirmed at

who wished to marry them. “You are Easter, into a place here in the town, a good girl, Lisbeth,” she said. “There, if one could be found not too hard. And hang the picture in your room. Rethat I myself had gone into service joice that your betrothed can discover when I was fourteen."

your counterfeit in this poetical face. “And how you rang the bells?” asked And-one other thing. I must say Mrs. Hertha. One evening, when Wil- something to you. You are no longer helmina had gone out, the girl had a child. Even if you did grow up in helped her to undress, and had told her the country, you must know that-Lisabout her first place at the village sex- beth, men, who love poor young girls, ton's, who was very fond of drink, and who-be careful, you must not be alone when he was still asleep, at early with him so much. He speaks of mar

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riage. But, whether he does not mean I told him, who knows, that perhaps something different—"

she also has his newest one, which has “Oh, no, Frau Doctor," said Lisbeth made such a sensation." in her simple manner, without stam- "Over the poetry of lines? Is it Hu. mering or hesitating, as the other had bert Ehren?" done, “I know very well what men can “Yes, Dr. Hubert Ehren, that is he. be like even in the country. But not Does Frau Doctor know him?" this one, who is so–I cannot tell you "I? Of course, that is by reputation. how-so respectful, Frau Doctor. I He can scarcely know who I am." am quite safe with him, quite safe. "I think not, Frau Doctor. He knows That I am certain of. And when he re- of the Herr Doctor, that he is the docturns from Paris-he is studying there, tor at the hospital here. He asked something-about the modern-over about him once, because the doctor is painters and etchers, as they are called so good in nervous diseases." —then he will take me to his mother. "Yes, he is good, Lisbeth. You can Before she was sick, and he was here Take the picture with you. Wil

a visit on that account. But he helmina need not come. I will ring formerly lived in Berlin and there he later, and-only go.” is”-now she hesitated "he will soon “Very well, Frau Doctor," said the become professor, but now he is only girl. She looked at her mistress, who a privat—"

had so suddenly spoken to her in cold "Privatdocent!"

and bitter tones, inquiringly for a sec“Yes, that is it. I could not think of ond. But servants cannot always unthe word at once.

And there are so derstand exactly what is passing many other words that he uses. He through the mind of a lady and parsays that doesn't make any difference, ticularly when she has for some months if I do make mistakes now and then.

wished to meet a young author, who, He says that is better than when an by his hyper-modern writings has educated lady' speaks well and thinks made a name for himself, and invite falsely. He says—".

him to her house, when she has just "Privatdocent! In Berlin? A sick found out that she cannot know him mother. Does he write about the mod

now as the betrothed of her servant ern school?”

maid. So Lisbeth obediently took her “Yes. And he said that as Frau Doc. picture from the toilette table and went tor has so many books and pictures, as out. Rundschau.

Adalbert Meinhardt. (To be continued.)

A MAN MAY ARGUE HEAVEN OUT OF HIS HEART.

In controversy's angry whirl

This evil doom for ever dwells-
To cast away the shining pearl,
And pelt each other with the shells.

Frederick Langbridge.

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The love of the country is so deeply violets, hawked by tatterdemalion flowrooted in Englishmen that we may say er-sellers on the street-curb, bring back it is part of the life of the nation. The memories of the cawing of rooks and struggles for existence and the progress

the first call of the cuckoo. The man of civilization have brought great who has made his fortune feels he masses of the population together in owes it to himself to buy or rent a cities that are the visible signs of ex. seat in the country; and if, when there, uberant prosperity. The "Wen” of old

he is much like a fish out of water, he Cobbett, which he was never weary of is giving his children opportunities execrating, contained in his time a mil- which he but dimly appreciates. So lion and a half of souls; now it is im- the money-makers are ever blending possible to tell the population of Lon- with the squirearchy, and old families don, for who can say where London give place to the new, who in some begins or ends? The chimneys of the measure inherit their traditions. north cast blighting shadows over

And surely no country is more beauareas which a century ago were fair tiful than England, with the refined landscapes of field and woodland. yet home-like beauty that steals on the Towns like Barrow-in-Furness or Mid- affections. It is wealthy in other redlesbrough spring to maturity almost spects than in the coal and iron which as the mushroom growths of America

have given it industrial supremacy; beyond the Missouri. The laborers happily the area of those subterraneleave the plough for the loom or the

ous riches is limited, and the country forge, as field wages fall or arable land is not altogether given over to iron and is left fallow. But all the cities strike coal. Take your stand on Richmond their roots in the country, and in the Hill, within stone-cast of the country are the springs that supply metropolis, or by the wilder Worcestertheir waste. In all, unhappily, there shire Beacon on the Malvern Hills, and are multitudes in the lowest couches what a wealth of meadow and woodsociales doomed to live and die in deep

land lies extended beneath you along est ignorance of all that is brightest in

the vale of Thames or the windings of a world beyond their ken. But the sandy-bottomed Severn! We great majority have a longing for rural deeply indebted to that much-abused outings, which the drudgery of dull

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climate of ours, which, hitting the routine has almost unfitted them to en- happy mean between the Pole and the joy. A glimpse of blue sky recalls to tropics, clothes Nature in the greens the clerk on the omnibus the days when which become her so well and sets her he used to play truant from the village off in the changing coquetry of our caschool, and the daffodils and early pricious seasons. In rounded hills and

* 1. The Natural History of Selborne. By Gilbert White. Edited with notes by Grant Allen. Illustrated by Edward H. New. London: John Lane, 1900.

2. The New Forest: its Traditions, Inhabitants, and Customs. By Rose C. de Crespigny and Horace Hutchinson. Second edition. London: John Murrry, 1899.

LIVING AAR. VOL. VIII. 436

3. Wild Life in Hampshire Highlands. By George A. B. Dewar. London: J. M. Dent & Co., 1899.

4. A Cotswold Village: or Country Life and Pursuits in Gloucestershire. By J. Arthur Gibbs. Second edition. London: John Mur.

ray, 1899.

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open valleys her form rises and falls farms on their hands, or of laborers with the graceful undulations that are eager to better themselves and flying the perfection of feminine charm.

from worse trouble to come. It may Did any Englishman of ordinary be but poor consolation, but it is the æsthetic feeling ever return from a fact, that when drains are choked, and Continental tour without sensibly weeds get the upper hand, and farms throbbing to the inspiration of Scott's fall out of cultivation, the picturesquefamiliar apostrophe to Caledonia ? It ness of the country is increased. matters not whether he comes from The charm of the country has exerthe polders of Holland, the snow-girt cised abiding influence on the alps of Switzerland, or the wheat-lands genius of ruder ages than ours. It has of chalky Picardy. There is a pleasant not only inspired the poets from Chaucontrast even with the orchards of cer to Tennyson-that was inevitableNormandy, and an exhilarating sense but it has guided the chisels of forgotof relief after the gloomy solitudes and ten sculptors. There is nothing in Beforbidding shores of iron-bound Brit- wick, for example, more true to the tany; the landscape is so cheerful in its poetry of nature than a wonderful variety, and so friendly in its evidences cornice in the cloisters of Melrose with of hearth and home. Nothing on the its inimitable tracery of field flowers Continent can rival the hop gardens in and forest leaves. Never is Shakestheir autumnal bloom, except the peare more delightful company than trellised vineyards of Lombardy; and when he leads us into the forest of they are scarcely less picturesque in Windsor or of Arden, inviting us to early spring, when the poles are look on at the gambols of the elves or stacked in tent-like form like some Tar- listen to the gallant chiding of the deeptar or Khirgiz encampment. Though mouthed hounds. The scapegrace who you have scarcely time to note them as stole the deer-whether from Fulbroke the train shoots by, every nook and or from Charlecote—had lain many a corner holds studies for the artist, in day at morn and dewy eve under the the breezy down, with the long-armed Warwickshire elms, listening to the windmill on the crest; the venerable "sweet birds' throat," or watching the watermill on the chalk-stream below, doe leading her fawn to the couch in with the moss-grown lead and the the bracken; and he knew well what reedy backwater; the old narrow he was writing about. We admire the bridge, with its sharp rise and dip, sublimity of the "Paradise Lost,” but solidly buttressed against winter floods. we love “L'Allegro" and "Il PenseWith the waving crops in the autumn roso." Gray's "Elegy” is an unapand the sleepy kine grazing pastern proachable idyll of the back-of-thedeep in the meadows, you might say world parish, though it has pleased a literally that it is a land flowing with modern critic to disparage it as “the milk and honey. The drowsy air is springtide of mediocrity.” Instances full of the hum of bees, hurrying like might be multiplied ad infinitum, from the butterflies from flower to flower, the sweet sonnets of the philosopher of but, unlike them, industriously em- the Lakes, the great high priest of Naployed, whether on the blossoms in the ture, to the rustic lilts of Burns the old-fashioned gardens, on the rich red ploughman and the forest scenes in sanfoin or the scented thyme. You the Introductions to the Cantos of have no time to take thought of agri- "Marmion." But all the poets from cultural depression, of impoverished Chaucer to Pope had done little to landlords with a plethora of vacant popularize the taste for natural beauty.

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It was Gilbert White who translated Omne ignotum pro magnifico. He looks poetry into prose, standing sponsor to a upward with awestruck reverence at new departure in literature; and we are the Sussex Downs, that "vast range of glad to believe that the school he mountains." With the adventurous founded was

more flourishing hardihood of a Livingstone or a Stanthan now.

ley he explores the solitudes of Wolmer When the modest country parson- Forest and Alice Holt, with the rushy he was never vicar of Selborne, nor did lakes resorted to by strange aquatic he live in the vicarage—was writing his fowl, where there are occasionally such letters to Pennant and Daines Barring. captures as a peregrine or a gray hen. ton, he little dreamed of the immor- Now and again, though rarely, we have tality he was to achieve. But those a pathetic tragedy such as that of the letters of an obscure man have gone ravens. They had nested for time imthrough innumerable editions,

and memorial in Losel's Wood, choosing reckon almost as many readers as the their habitation so well that they defied "Pilgrim's Progress.” It is easy to un- the assaults of the boldest bird-nesters derstand the popularity of Bunyan. who harried the home of the honeyThe gifted dreamer, with the magic of buzzards. The edict goes forth: the his dramatic instinct, touched the oak is to be felled, and the mother sits chords in anxious souls struggling for- sheltering her helpless young till ward towards tremendous issues. He “whipped down by the twigs, which took the believer by storm and gave brought her dead to the ground.” Frethe sceptic pause. But the secret of quently White conducted service in the White's extraordinary popularity still church, but he was more concerned eludes us, nor have we ever seen a sat- with the tenants of the roof than with isfactory solution. The charm is inde

the congregation-with the owls, the finable as it is irresistible. Super- bats, and the house-martens, and the ficially, “The Natural History of Sel- swifts that circled round the tower. He borne" is what Johnson would have noted their coming and going to a day, called a pretty book; the style is simple and was more anxiously on the outto an extreme, with something of old- look for the arrivals of the season than world formality. But, in his quiet any hotel-keeper on the Riviera. He way, White has flashed a series of pic- appreciated the methods of silent motures on the impressionable retina of tionless observation afterwards adopted boyhood which time and use are pow- by Richard Jefferies and others, and erless to efface. The Hanger is more indeed had organized an intelligence familiar to us than the Schwarzwald; department of his own, and a system the Plestor has a firmer hold on the ornithological espionage. The emotions than the plains of Marathon habits of the stone-curlews excited his or the ruins of Iona. And the associa- curiosity, but their haunts the tion of those memorable sites reminds Downs were beyond his beat. So he us that White has been the Boswell of enlisted the services of the farming the old Sussex tortoise, who will live friend, who being abroad early and through the ages with Samuel Johnson, late, would be “a very proper spy on though Samuel had much to say for the motions of these birds." His own himself and Timothy was constitution- residence, the Wakes, was the ideal ally reserved.

home of a naturalist. True, on one side We cannot undertake to explain the it was only separated from “Gracious charm of White, but we see he made Street," with the swinging signs of the wonderful use of limited opportunities. butcher and the alehouse, by railings

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