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 "You come with me up there." I said I'd see about it later on, for the present I had seen enough men, elephants, gorillas and leopards, and I preferred to go into wild districts under the French flag to any flag. I am still thinking about taking that voyage, but I'll not march through Coventry with the crew we had down the Rembwé—that's flat, as Sir John Falstaff says. Picture to yourselves, my friends, the charming situation of being up a river surrounded by rapacious savages with a lot of valuable goods in a canoe and with only a crew to defend them possessed of such fighting mettle as our crew had demonstrated themselves to be. Obanjo might be all right, would be I dare say; but suppose he got shot and you had eighteen stone odd of him thrown on your hands in addition to your other little worries. There is little doubt such an excursion would be rich in incident and highly interesting, but I am sure it would be, from a commercial point of view, a failure.

Trade however, even when carried on in a safer, saner way than our above scheme provides, is falling off on the Rembwé and 'Como. The white firms no longer find it pays to put white agents up at the factories on the Rembwé at Agonjo and Isango, and on the 'Como at N'enge N'enge, although they still keep the factories going under black agents. N'enge N'enge, a large island just inside the 'Como mouth by the confluence with the Boqué, has still a white representative missionary of the American Presbyterian Mission—the mission that first commenced working in this Gaboon, Ogowé, and Batanga region; and the station at N'enge N'enge is still in connection with the headquarters of this mission at Baraka, not having been handed over with the Ogowé stations to the Mission Evangélique of Paris. But apart from this mission station and the evangelising tours made by the energetic Roman Catholic priests, the upper Gaboon region is not much troubled by white enterprise. Now and again that very hard-working little vessel, the gunboat stationed at Libreville, goes up river to see whether the natives are behaving properly, or to point out their errors to them.

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366 than a hundred pounds, and they supported candles as large as a man’s leg; on the top of the sarcophagus was a fez, with a handsome diamond ornament upon it, which an attendant said cost a hundred thousand pounds, and lied like a Turk when he said it. Mahmoud’s whole family were comfortably planted around him.

We went to the great Bazaar in Stamboul, of course, and I shall not describe it further than to say it is a monstrous hive of little shops—thousands, I should say—all under one roof, and cut up into innumerable little blocks by narrow streets which are arched overhead. One street is devoted to a particular kind of merchandise, another to another, and so on.

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Rh When you wish to buy a pair of shoes you have the swing of the whole street—you do not have to walk yourself down hunting stores in different localities. It is the same with silks, antiquities, shawls, etc. The place is crowded with people all the time, and as the gay-colored Eastern fabrics are lavishly displayed before every shop, the great Bazaar of Stamboul is one of the sights that are worth seeing. It is full of life, and stir, and business, dirt, beggars, asses, yelling peddlers, porters, dervishes, high-born Turkish female shoppers, Greeks, and weird-looking and weirdly dressed Mohammedans from the mountains and the far provinces—and the only solitary thing one does not smell when he is in the Great Bazaar, is something which smells good.


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OSQUES are plenty, churches are plenty, graveyards are plenty, but morals and whiskey are scarce. The Koran does not permit Mohammedans to drink. Their natural instincts do not permit them to be moral. They say the Sultan has eight hundred wives. This almost amounts to bigamy. It makes our cheeks burn with shame to see such a thing permitted here in Turkey. We do not mind it so much in Salt Lake, however.

Circassian and Georgian girls are still sold in Constantinople by their parents, but not publicly. The great slave marts we have all read so much about—where tender young girls were stripped for inspection, and criticised and discussed just as if they were horses at an agricultural fair—no longer exist. The exhibition and the sales are private now. Stocks are up, just at present, partly because of a brisk demand created by the recent return of the Sultan’s suite from the courts of Europe; partly on account of an unusual abundance of bread-stuffs, which leaves holders untortured by hunger and enables them to hold back for high prices; and partly because buyers are too weak to bear the market, while sellers are amply prepared to bull it. Under these circumstances, if the American metropolitan newspapers were published here in Constantinople, their next commercial report would read about as follows, I suppose:

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middling Wallachian girls offered at £130 @ 150, but no takers; sixteen prime A 1 sold in small lots to close out—terms private.

“Sales of one lot Circassians, prime to good, 1852 to 1854, at £240 @ 242½, buyer 30; one forty-niner—damaged—at £23, seller ten, no deposit. Several Georgians, fancy brands, 1852, changed hands to fill orders. The Georgians now on hand are mostly last year’s crop, which was unusually poor. The new crop is a little backward, but will be coming in shortly. As regards its quantity and quality, the accounts are most encouraging. In this connection we can safely say, also, that the new crop of Circassians is looking extremely well. His Majesty the Sultan has already sent in large orders for his new harem, which will be finished within a fortnight, and this has naturally strengthened the market and given Circassian stock a strong upward tendency. Taking advantage of the inflated market, many of our shrewdest operators are selling short. There are hints of a “corner” on Wallachians.

“There is nothing new in Nubians. Slow sale.

“Eunuchs—None offering; however, large cargoes are expected from Egypt to-day.”

I think the above would be about the style of the commercial report. Prices are pretty high now, and holders firm; but, two or three years ago, parents in a starving condition brought their young daughters down here and sold them for even twenty and thirty dollars, when they could do no better, simply to save themselves and the girls from dying of want. It is sad to think of so distressing a thing as this, and I for one am sincerely glad the prices are up again.

Commercial morals, especially, are bad. There is no gain-saying that. Greek, Turkish and Armenian morals consist only in attending church regularly on the appointed Sabbaths, and in breaking the ten commandments all the balance of the week. It comes natural to them to lie and cheat in the first place, and then they go on and improve on nature until they arrive at perfection. In recommending his son to a merchant as a valuable salesman, a father does not say he is a nice, moral, upright boy, and goes to Sunday School and is honest, but he says, “This boy is worth his weight in broad pieces of a hundred—for behold, he will cheat whomsoever hath dealings with him, and from the Euxine to the waters of Marmora there abideth not so gifted a liar!” How is that for a recommendation? The Missionaries tell me that they hear encomiums like that passed upon people every day. They say of a person they


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Every body lies and cheats—every body who is in business, at any rate. Even foreigners soon have to come down to the custom of the country, and they do not buy and sell long in Constantinople till they lie and cheat like a Greek. I say like a Greek, because the Greeks are called the worst transgressors in this line. Several Americans long resident in Constantinople contend that most Turks are pretty trustworthy, but few claim that the Greeks have any virtues that a man can discover—at least without a fire assay.

I am half willing to believe that the celebrated dogs of Constantinople have been misrepresented—slandered. I have always been led to suppose that they were so thick in the streets that they blocked the way; that they moved about in organized companies, platoons and regiments, and took what they wanted by determined and ferocious assault; and that at night they drowned all other sounds with their terrible howlings. The dogs I see here can not be those I have read of.

I find them every where, but not in strong force. The most I have found together has been about ten or twenty. And night or day a fair proportion of them were sound asleep. Those that were not asleep always looked as if they wanted to be. I never saw such utterly wretched, starving, sad-visaged, broken-hearted looking curs in my life. It seemed a grim satire to accuse such brutes as these of taking things by force of arms. They hardly seemed to have strength enough or ambition enough to walk across the street—I do not know that I have seen one walk that far yet. They are mangy and bruised and mutilated, and often you see one with the hair singed off him in such wide and well defined tracts that he looks like a map of the new Territories. They are the sorriest beasts that breathe—the most abject—the most pitiful. In their faces is a settled expression of melancholy, an air of hopeless despondency. The hairless patches on a scalded dog are preferred by the fleas of Constantinople to a wider range on a healthier dog; and the exposed places suit the fleas exactly. I


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 Yesterday morning William walked as far as the Swan with Aggy Fisher, who was going to attend upon Goan's dying infant. She said, "There are many heavier crosses than the death of an infant;" and went on, "There was a woman in this vale who buried four grown-up children in one year, and I have heard her say, when many years were gone by, that she had more pleasure in thinking of those four than of her living children, for as children get up and have families of their own, their duty to their parents wears out and weakens. She could trip lightly by the graves of those who died when they were young as she went to church on a Sunday."

A very affecting letter came from M. H., while I was sitting in the window reading Milton's Penseroso to William. I answered this letter before I went to bed.

Saturday, 5th.—A fine showery morning. I made both pies and bread; but we first walked into Easedale, and sate under the oak trees, upon the mossy stones. There were one or two slight showers. The gowans were flourishing along the banks of the stream. The strawberry flower hanging over the brook; all things soft and green. In the afternoon William sate in the orchard. I went there; was tired, and fell asleep. William began a letter to John Wilson.

Sunday, 6th June.—A showery morning. We were writing the letter to John Wilson when Ellen came After dinner I walked into John Fisher's intake with Ellen. He brought us letters from Coleridge, Mrs. Clarkson, and Sara Hutchinson

Monday, 7th June.—I wrote to Mary H. this morning; sent the C. "Indolence" poem. Copied the letter to John Wilson, and wrote to my brother Richard and Mrs. Coleridge. In the evening I walked with Ellen to Butterlip How It was a very sweet evening; there was the cuckoo and the little birds; the copses still injured, but the trees in general looked most soft


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 and beautiful in tufts I went with Ellen in the morning to Rydale Falls

Tuesday, 8th June.—Ellen and I rode to Windermere. We had a fine sunny day, neither hot nor cold. I mounted the horse at the quarry. We had no difficulties or delays but at the gates. I was enchanted with some of the views. From the High Ray the view is very delightful, rich, and festive, water and wood, houses, groves, hedgerows, green fields, and mountains; white houses, large and small. We passed two or three new-looking statesmen's houses. The Curwens' shrubberies looked pitiful enough under the native trees. We put up our horses, ate our dinner by the water-side, and walked up to the Station. We went to the Island, walked round it, and crossed the lake with our horse in the ferry. The shrubs have been cut away in some parts of the island. I observed to the boatman that I did not think it improved. He replied: "We think it is, for one could hardly see the house before." It seems to me to be, however, no better than it was. They have made no natural glades; it is merely a lawn with a few miserable young trees, standing as if they were half-starved. There are no sheep, no cattle upon these lawns. It is neither one thing nor another—neither natural, nor wholly cultivated and artificial, which it was before. And that great house! Mercy upon us! if it could be concealed, it would be well for all who are not pained to see the pleasantest of earthly spots deformed by man. But it cannot be covered. Even the tallest of our old oak trees would not reach to the top of it. When we went into the boat, there were two men standing at the landing-place. One seemed to be about sixty, a man with a jolly red face; he looked as if he might have lived many years in Mr. Curwen's house. He wore a blue jacket and trousers, as the people who live close by Windermere, particularly at the places of chief resort He looked significantly at our boatman just as we were rowing off, and said, "Thomas,


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 mind you take the directions off that cask. You know what I mean. It will serve as a blind for them. You know. It was a blind business, both for you, and the coachman and all of us. Mind you take off the directions. 'A wink's as good as a nod with some folks; and then he turned round, looking at his companion with an air of self-satisfaction, and deep insight into unknown things! I could hardly help laughing outright at him. The laburnums blossom freely at the island, and in the shrubberies on the shore; they are blighted everywhere else. Roses of various sorts now out. The brooms were in full glory everywhere, "veins of gold" among the copses. The hawthorns in the valley fading away; beautiful upon the hills. We reached home at three o'clock. After tea William went out and walked and wrote that poem,

He walked on our own path and wrote the lines; he called me into the orchard, and there repeated them to me

Wednesday, 9th June.— The hawthorns on the mountain sides like orchards in blossom

Thursday, 10th June.— Coleridge came in with a sack full of books, etc., and a branch of mountain ash. He had been attacked by a cow. He came over by Grisdale. A furious wind

Saturday, 12th June.—A rainy morning. Coleridge set off before dinner. We went with him to the Raise, but it rained, so we went no further. Sheltered under a wall. He would be sadly wet, for a furious shower came on just when we parted

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 brought us a beautiful drawing which he had done. In the evening we walked, first on our own path It was a silent night. The stars were out by ones and twos, but no cuckoo, no little birds; the air was not warm, and we have observed that since Tuesday, 8th, when William wrote, "The sun has long been set," that we have had no birds singing after the evening is fairly set in. We walked to our new view of Rydale, but it put on a sullen face. There was an owl hooting in Bainrigg's. Its first halloo was so like a human shout that I was surprised, when it gave its second call tremulous and lengthened out, to find that the shout had come from an owl. The full moon (not quite full) was among a company of shady island clouds, and the sky bluer about it than the natural sky blue. William observed that the full moon, above a dark fir grove, is a fine image of the descent of a superior being. There was a shower which drove us into John's Grove before we had quitted our favourite path. We walked upon John's path before we went to view Rydale

Monday, 14th.— William wrote to Mary and Sara about The Leech Gatherer, and wrote to both of them in one  and to Coleridge also I walked with William  on our own path. We were driven away by the horses that go on the commons; then we went to look at Rydale; walked a little in the fir grove; went again to the top of the hill, and came home. A mild and sweet night. William stayed behind me. I threw him the cloak out of the window. The moon overcast. He sate a few minutes in the orchard; came in sleepy, and hurried to bed. I carried him his bread and butter.

Tuesday, 15th.—A sweet grey, mild morning. The birds sing soft and low. William has not slept all night; it wants only ten minutes of ten, and he is in bed yet. After William rose we went and sate in the orchard till dinner time. We walked a long time in the evening upon our favourite path; the owls hooted, the night


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 hawk sang to itself incessantly, but there were no little birds, no thrushes. I left William writing a few lines about the night hawk and other images of the evening, and went to seek for letters

Wednesday, 16th.—We walked towards Rydale for letters One from Mary. We went up into Rydale woods and read it there. We sate near the old wall, which fenced a hazel grove, which William said was exactly like the filbert grove at Middleham. It is a beautiful spot, a sloping or rather steep piece of ground, with hazels growing "tall and erect" in clumps at distances, almost seeming regular, as if they had been planted I wrote to Mary after dinner, while William sate in the orchard I spoke of the little birds keeping us company, and William told me that that very morning a bird had perched upon his leg. He had been lying very still, and had watched this little creature. It had come under the bench where he was sitting He thoughtlessly stirred himself to look further at it, and it flew on to the apple tree above him. It was a little young creature that had just left its nest, equally unacquainted with man, and unaccustomed to struggle against the storms and winds. While it was upon the apple tree the wind blew about the stiff boughs, and the bird seemed bemazed, and not strong enough to strive with it. The swallows come to the sitting-room window as if wishing to build, but I am afraid they will not have courage for it; but I believe they will build in my room window. They twitter, and make a bustle, and a little cheerful song, hanging against the panes of glass with their soft white bellies close to the glass and their forked fish-like tails. They swim round and round, and again they come I do not now see the brownness that was in the coppices. The bower hawthorn blossoms passed away. Those on the hills are a faint white. The wild guelder-rose is coming out, and the wild roses. I have seen no honey-suckles yet Foxgloves are now frequent.


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 of the country from export trade articles being exhausted, but arises from the Fan invasion having upset things, and also from the trade being diverted to the Ogowé; owing to the enterprising way the French have opened up that river since say the sixties. Before the sixties, the Ogowé was practically only a legend in the native tongue. Now the enterprise of France has made it a practical trade outlet for a great part of some of the richest country in West Africa, and the upper Rembwé trade has been drained in that direction. A very similar case to that of Bonny, whose trade has of late years pitifully fallen away, being drained towards Opobo by the greater ability and power of the Opobo chiefs.

Trade has a fascination for me, and going transversely across the nine-mile-broad rough Gaboon estuary in an unfinished canoe with an inefficient counterpane sail has none; but I return duty bound to this unpleasant subject. We started very early in the morning. We reached the other side entangled in the trailing garments of the night. I was thankful during that broiling hot day of one thing, and that was that if Sister Ann was looking out across the river, as was Sister Ann's invariable way of spending spare moments, Sister Ann would never think I was in a canoe that made such audaciously bad tacks, missed stays, got into irons, and in general behaved in a way that ought to have lost her captain his certificate. Just as the night came down, however, we reached the northern shore of the Grand Gaboon at Dongila, just off the mouth of the 'Como, still some eleven miles east of König Island, and further still from Glass, but on the same side of the river, which seemed good work. The foreshore here is very rocky, so we could not go close alongside but anchored out among the rocks. At this place there is a considerable village and a station of the Roman Catholic Mission. When we arrived a nun was down on the shore with her school children, who were busy catching shell-fish and generally merry-making. Obanjo went ashore in the tender, and the holy sister kindly asked me, by him, to come ashore and spend the night; but I was dead tired and felt quite unfit for polite society after the long broiling hot day and getting soaked by water that had washed on board. Moreover I learnt


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 she could not speak English, and I shrank in my condition from attempting to evolve the French language out of my inner consciousness; feeling quite certain I should get much misunderstood by the gentle, clean, tidy lady, and she might put me down as an ordinary specimen of Englishwoman, and so I should bring disgrace on my nation. If I had been able to dress up, ashore I would have gone, but as it was I wrote her a note explaining things and thanking her.

We lay off Dongila all night, because of the tide. I lay off everything, Dongila, canoe and all a little after midnight. Obanjo and almost all the crew stayed on shore that night, and I rolled myself up in an Equetta cloth and went sound and happily asleep on the bamboo staging, leaving the canoe pitching slightly. About midnight some change in the tide, or original sin in the canoe, caused her to softly swing round a bit, and the next news was that I was in the water. I had long expected this to happen, so was not surprised, but highly disgusted, and climbed on board, needless to say, streaming. So, in the darkness of the night I got my portmanteau from the hold and thoroughly tidied up. The next morning we were off early, coasting along to Glass, and safely arriving there, I attempted to look as unconcerned as possible, and vaguely hoped Mr. Hudson would be down in Libreville; for I was nervous about meeting him, knowing that since he had carefully deposited me in safe hands with Mme. Jacot, with many injunctions to be careful, that there were many incidents in my career that would not meet with his approval. Vain hope! he was on the pier. He did not approve. He had heard of most of my goings on.

The agent for the German house at Lembarene had come to Libreville a few days before in the legitimate way, i.e. down the Ogowé in a little steamer, and on to a mail boat at Fernan Vaz, and thence to Libreville, and had brought the news that I was reported to have left Kangwe, going in the direction of the Rembwé. Knowing I ought to reach Agonjo, Mr. Hudson had most kindly sent a surf-boat with a good crew up the Rembwé to fetch me down. We never saw this surf-boat as we came down. I expect we were dodging round some corner or another after trade, or lying away in a swamp creek


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 for the night. But this in no way detracts from my great obligation to Mr. Hudson for sending up for me, but adds another item to the great debt of gratitude I owe him; for had it not been for him I should never have seen the interior of this beautiful region of the Ogowé. I tried to explain to him how much I had enjoyed myself and how I realised I owed it all to him; but he persisted in his opinion that my intentions and ambitions were suicidal, and took me down the Woermann Road, the ensuing Sunday, as it were on a string.


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 * The Outcry (London: Methuen & Co., 1911)
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 * The Outcry (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons)
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 * The Outcry (Leipzig: Bernard Tauchnitz, 1912)
 * — first Continental book edition; authorized; Volume 4308 of Tauchnitz's "Collection of British Authors" series.

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At the All-Russian Congress of Teachers-Internationalists, held 1n Moscow on June 6, 1918, there was discussed and adopted a declaration of principles of a Socialist school, which runs as follows:

1. Socialism—is a maximum imaginable realization for our epoch in the collective life of humanity, of an intelligently directed coordination of labor—mental, physical, organizing and executive.

2. Within this organization of labor, the best possible system of organization of knowledge, as the best means of cultural development, is a uniform secular school, with free tuition, and compulsory for all children and youths, a working school based on the principle of self-reliance and self-activity.

3. The object of such a school is to pass each individual, regardless of his natural endowments, through a complete cycle of knowledge—beginning with general educational work in the primary stages of the school and progressively advancing towards specialization in the higher and final stages.

4. In a society of toilers the task of caring for children is the duty of its members from the moment determined by science. Therefore, the infants are taken in charge of communal nurseries; young children—by the so-called "kindergartens"; children of primary school age—by the school-communes; and youths—by a free university.

5. A school-commune—where instructions are of a greater duration as compared with other schools, aspiring to realize the ideal of synthetic knowledge and harmonious social intercourse within its inner organization—must serve as a laboratory for the preparation of those social forms which are most appropriate for the contemporary cultural epoch.

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 period of child-caring—and necessary, for the higher stages of the educational system.

7. The struggle for existence in primitive days—transformed in our epoch to a struggle of classes, and within some classes to a struggle of individuals, demanding subjugation of one person by another—must be changed into an organized cooperation for making nature follow the commands of man, and for the attainment of new truths. Acquaintance with the most essential of sciences, complete familiarization with the technique of one or several of the sciences contributing towards making a human being most adapted for directing functions—within the sphere of its special endeavors and executive in all the rest.

8. The circumstances attending the modern transition period, financial and organizing difficulties, limit, to a certain extent, the practical application of the principle of equality of education. Hence, a selection is necessary.

9. Whereas the old pseudo-individualistic school of the nobility and bourgeoisie had applied in its systems of education the principle of selection in accordance with economic qualifications, namely, purchasing a maximum of knowledge, only partially elaborating the latter for its class aims, by a selection of the most capable individuals—the new socialistic school unequivocally denies such qualifications.

10. On the contrary, with inflexible consistency, including that of denying to the rich, but incapable individuals accessibility to higher education—the new school applies selection on the principle of intellectual ability.

11. With the object of a rational utilization of special abilities, having constantly in view the most intensive development of the productive forvesforces [sic] of the socialist fatherland, the school—uniform in its primary stages—becomes more complex in its structure as it advances and is finally crowned by a number of special faculties.

12. Likewise, the essential principle of the socialistic school—the principle of productive endeavors, which destroys the bourgeois conception of the two would-be contradictory forms of labor—mental and manual, high and contemptible—assumes in the first stages a polytechnic character and grad-


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 ually changes it to a special scientific instruction, in the higher stages.

13. Whereas the old school was ever national and chauvinistic in character, the new school must be, in form and substance, a true national school—instructions conducted in the mother tongue, a thorough knowledge of the home country's physical and social conditions—but it must also be an international school as regards principles and methods.

14. Striving towards a harmonious synthesis of a broad educational culture with a thoroughgoing vocational training, educating the students in the spirit of the international solidarity of labor, only the socialist school has the right to say that it does not turn a human being out a skilled laborer but creates a man.

Document No. 9 shows how the teacher has been stimulated to take a real interest in the school work, in its curriculum, and in the ultimate welfare of the children, a thing which, under capitalist society, it may be frankly said he never does. But not only is the teacher made into a real teacher by the Soviet methods, but janitors, firemen, and other school employees are to have their tasks dignified and rendered less sordid by actual pleasant and official contact with the student body. The article by A. Okunkoff, which is printed as Document No. 10, is from the pen of a specialist in education, and deals specifically with the question: "How shall the janitor be made a human being, instead of a tyrant over teachers and pupils, as in America?"

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 lines of the economic system of the present-day family institution. The contemporary middle bourgeois family of a city teaches a child, even from earliest infancy, to use paid services, the services of the domestic servants, the number of whom depends on the wealth of the parents. Nurses, maid servants, dishwashers, porters, and all other kinds of domestic servants train the mind of the children, from the very cradle, to the stability and the righteousness of an order of life in which the exploitation of other people's work is considered the necessary and natural addition to the comforts of existence. The children, after leaving such a home environment for the school, find here the same ranks of servants performing almost the same duties as in the family circle. The porters undressing the children and keeping their coats and dresses, men servants and nurses cleaning the rooms, scrubbers looking after the cleanliness of the floors, couriers running on errands, janitors and stokers—all these people, who are working in the school, appear to the children to be the same necessary addition to the comforts of school life as the corresponding persons outside of the school. Hence, the children very naturally acquire the idea of the "common," "base" labor which is the lot of the "lower" classes of humanity, doomed by forces unknown to the child to be the natural and eternal slaves of his will and that of other privileged people. In this manner the school system has nursed in its pupils a contempt for physical work and a scornful relation towards the mass of working people, on whom the bourgeois order has imposed all the hardship of this work. The bourgeois school makes of its pupils privileged idlers, people unable to work, and, very often, even exploiters. Heroic spiritual efforts were necessary later, a gigantic internal struggle, and a sharp revolution of viewpoints and habits of mind, in order to rid oneself from this poisonous inoculation of the school and to overcome the immunity resulting from it. And in fact, only after a kind of psychical "illness," could a man brought up in the school of the past absolve himself from inherited ideas and attain a healthy balance and a healthy, sound view of the life surrounding him.

On the other hand, the school servants themselves, put in such a situation, developed and strengthened in themselves a feeling of injury and bitterness because of their fate and, as a natural consequence thereof, an unfriendly feeling towards the pupils of the school, to these "gentlefolk's children" and favorites of


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28 "Well, they're too many. I think I've had two or three on the road—at any rate my man did. I like to do business before—" But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space.

She divertedly picked it up. "Before tea, Mr. Bender?"

"Before everything, Lady Sandgate." He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe—for himself.

"Then you've come to do business?" Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress—which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. "To tell me you will treat?"

Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings—wide


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Rh pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion agitate for great efforts and spread for great flights. These things would have made him quite an admirable, even a worshipful, image of full-blown life and character, had not the affirmation and the emphasis halted in one important particular. Fortune, felicity, nature, the perverse or interfering old fairy at his cradle-side—whatever the ministering power might have been—had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled "mug" rather than to any effect of a composed physiognomy; though we must at the same time add that its wearer carried this


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The Road of Roses

The Sun of Childhood tender
 * Illumes the long white way

With touch of rosy splendor,
 * All in the dawn of day.

And ever as he passes,
 * And through the forest runs,

He lights on leaves and grasses,
 * A thousand little suns.

And, like a gleaming river
 * That to the sea descends,

The long white road runs ever
 * To where the Rainbow ends

The bee his small wings closes,
 * And makes his sweet abode,

Within the hearts of roses
 * That bloom beside the road.

And Spring’s wise little lady,
 * The Primrose, opes her eyne,

And keeps in places shady
 * Her golden lamps ashine.

The birds, with sunlight sheening
 * Their throats, sing all a-row,

A song whose mystic meaning
 * Only the children know.

It tells of strange lands under
 * The Sunset, strange and fair,

And of the World of Wonder
 * Above the Rainbow Stair.

It tells of how To-Morrow
 * Will bring a shining sheaf

Of joys without a sorrow,
 * Of hours without a grief.

So, with clear voices ringing,
 * And posies in their hands,

The children journey singing
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The Call of the North

A creaking crane and a swinging weight; the moist, hot dark about us, And the laugh of a girl from the prow with mirth that seems to flout us; And over there, where the crouching rock, lion-like leans o'er the town, The reds and greens of the signal light from the slender spar look down. And here and there on the sloping deck lies a gleaming shaft of white; Here and there the long, soft shadow creeps on the pathway of the light, Where the mighty engines wake and stir, hid under the polished wood, The shadows cover your drooping head just as though they understood. A whistle cuts thro' the wide, black night as the train slides o'er the rail; The last train out from the drowsy town with its midnight load of mail, And overhead in one swift red spark a meteor spurns the sky, And a voice that seems a spirit thing trails faint in a last "Good-bye!" A slack chain swings and a rope drags past, and the pulsing engines beat; The shore-bell jangles above the thud, and the rush of naked feet; And fair and far in the oily wash of the tide that draws us forth, One white crest lifts in the sheeted gloom of that deep, curved bay up North.

I have left behind the jetty, wharf, and the hulls of the waiting ships; My hand still warm from another's hand, my lips from another's lips, And Magnetic Island on the left seems a menace in the night, While dwindle aft, o'er the churning waves, the gems of the Signal Light. I have left behind the long brown beach, with its haunting tropic charm; The chapel hidden among the trees, and the ragged groves of palm; I have left behind the red streaked rock, and the still pandanus glade; The mango trees o'er the paling fence, with their broad unbroken shades, The tamarinds in the garden-plot, and the cannias on the rise, The bougainvillaeas' regal-red, and the milk-white orchids' eyes; To the citied South have set my face, as the rocking boat speeds forth, And yet the cry in my soul to-day, is a cry for the green isled North!

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Meditations on a Pawn Ticket

Let carrion conspire to damn my name, The rocky roadway to enduring fame I have explored, and I have paid the cost, For one by one my chattels I have tossed Unto the bandits who in ambush lurk, And thrive so very well who seldom work. Assistant porters agitate my hand, And find me cushioned seat, nor make demand Of cash, for in the pocket of my vest I hold the passport to the regions blest. For this, my badge of pride, I sniff disdain On lazy men who failed to catch the train, Who, groping for some priceless collar-stud, Their passage lost, but found a deal of mud. With much placidity I gaze afar On one who, in his snorting motor-car, Shutters the sunshine from his goggled face, And strives to emulate my aerial pace. For well I know how he is handicapped, And drugged and stiffened and in luxury lapped. And most profoundly do I guess his ire When large tin-tacks rise up to burst his tyre; Or when some guardian of celestial order Disputes his right to scorch across the border.

And so, because I sit on Fortune’s knee, I call the guard; he with humility Takes of my orders due delivery That I (I mention pain and penalty And special care for men like Carnegie) Must not at any cost disturbed be. I lodge complaint, for that there is a draught Somewhere. I smite the man and vow him daft, And bid him draw the blind, cover my shanks; All this he does, and so, to earn his thanks, I give him twopence; he forgets his scars, And sings my praises to the blushing stars. And now, to ponder o’er my present state, I give me up to calmly cogitate. My old friends, Crabbe and Dryden, I have pawned- The gods know best, and often I have yawned Their leaves among, and sought for louder lays That voiced the tumult of existing days. What of it? Is it not made manifest That he who seeks the Muses with full zest Shall be the coal of his own altar fire, Or come to buying furniture on hire? Why quarrel with the gods? Are they not good Who hand us bills-of-fare for special food? If all is "off," there is no need to question Or search the plate for germs of indigestion. Yon strutting merchant, who, with bellied girth, Shadows the children’s portion of the earth In long obeisance to his goddess, Pelf, First pawned his principles, and then himself; And that his body pledge was little worth, Aspires to pawn the country of his birth.

Victor, a speck of sunshine, now does flit, And "Hamer," of the meditative wit— And, maybe, "Kodak" one day joins the Throng Where bailiffs never interrupt the song. I, too, shall live on stews empyrean, And so I scorch to heights Olympian, Holding within the hollow of my hand The precious passport to the Glory Land.

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into a dimly lighted room, filled with bric-a-brac. At the far end sat Mrs. Jelleby. She seemed like a china figure herself, dressed in a quaint, flowered silk gown and seated under the light of a yellow parlour lamp. We stated our mission.

"No," she said, "I don't believe in war. I can't give anything to this cause; it's absolutely against my principles."

"But," I said, "the Red Cross has nothing to do with fighting. It binds up wounds, gives help and comfort to any who need it, friend or foe." She looked at me and set her mouth as though it had a combination lock that not even an expert could open. We felt uncomfortable and wished we were on the street. If I had been alone, I think I should have bolted, but Mrs. MacIntosh is a friendly soul and wanted to leave a nice, comfortable feeling behind us, so she smiled and asked Mrs. Jelleby what church she attended. Then we found that our lady could talk. She told us there were none of her sect in Toronto. For one thing, she firmly believed in transmigration of souls.

"I can almost remember being one of Solomon's wives," she said dreamily.

"Dear me, how dreadful!" exclaimed Mrs. MacIntosh. "I would sooner have been a jelly fish!"

She paid no attention but went right on:

"I know I'm advanced far beyond the generation in which my many peregrinations have brought me. If my husband had lived, I suppose he would still be dragging me to the Methodist Church, but I've been emancipated. There is no such thing as poverty. No one is hungry; no one is thirsty, Can the all-mind feel cold?" I felt as though we were on the border land of the uncanny, so I said, "I think we'd better be going, seeing you have principles against helping your nation win this war. Mind you, we did not start it!"

She went off on another airy oration:

"In one way I don't believe in war; in another I do. It's nature's way of preserving the fittest.

"You don't think Germany should win?" I shrieked, jumping up.

"No," she said, without emotion. "I don't know that she is the fittest; her women are in bondage. It is the law of life that the strong must win, the weak must go under. I've just been reading the works of a German professor, Nietzsche, and I must say that, in the main, I believe as he does."

I was thoroughly shocked, for I, too, had read a small book on Nietzsche. The whole room seemed full of smoke, burning villages, and the cries of helpless children. Red hot indignation surged up my spine and ran out at the tip of my tongue.

"Mrs. Jelleby," I exclaimed, "how can you sit there clothed comfortably and warm in a Christian country and say you have no pit for the poor, no stirrings of compassion for the downtrodden and oppressed? Do you dare say that might is always right, which means that if I am stronger than you, I am justified in knocking you down and taking for myself your wrist watch?" I noticed she had a very beautiful one and that she was small and thin, while I was—well, I could take her in one hand and do for her. She winced slightly but continued.

"Oh, I don't go quite that far; but in a general way I think Nietzsche is right. We must all cultivate our own individual ego." She seemed very proud of this speech and looked misty and far away, as though she were in spirit almost beyond anything earthly or human, and I guess she was.

"You know," she continued, ":I am glad I have a son, a separate ego to propel into the light."

"God help the lad," I offered as a parting shot, "if he is to have his life patterned after that half-mad German, Nietzsche, who went the other half and died in an insane asylum."

NEVER saw Mrs. Jelleby again, except at a distance, for a whole year. I was too busy to spend time cultivating her ego.

In the spring of 1916 she came to me, on the very morning I had heard that my Sandy was wounded. She looked like a plant that had been shrivelled by a fiery blast or withered by a biting frost. I had just finished my morning work and was alone with my grief, although the telegram stated, "not serious."

I saw Mrs. Jelleby coming up the path. I met her at the door and invited her in. It was plain she was in great trouble. She sank down, and her white lips came the words, "My boy has enlisted!"

"Well," I said, "hundreds of others have done the same."

"Oh, but," she wailed, "he is all I have. I trained him so carefully, I never thought he could do such a thing."

"Tell me about it," I said, gently. You cannot rub it in when red-eyed trouble stands at the door.

“It was this way," explained. "Guy joined the Young Men's Christain Association, just for the gymnasium work. At home things are a bit quiet for an only son. Last week he came to me and said, 'You have always taught me, Mother, that each individual must develop in his own way.'

"'Yes,'" I said, "'cultivate your ego.'

"How I did enjoy that phrase! It sounded so intellectual; but my boy soon made me think of things of the heart. He told me that the fellows at the Young Men's Christian Association had talked things over, and that he could not see that might was always right. There was a higher law, and now he must go to uphold it. Mrs. Ferguson, I know the boy has chosen the better part. I've sinned against the lad by trying to teach him things I did not half believe. These proud, fluttering rags of unworkable theories have utterly failed me in this crisis of my life."

"Cheer up!" I said. "God bless the lad!"

"Of all the sorrowing women," she continued, "I am the most miserable, because I withheld my gift until it was rudely wrenched from my breeding clasp by a power stronger than my love."

PUT my hand gently on her shoulder, and a strange thing happened. We both wept. Women may laugh, gossip, drink tea, and even live together for years, and yet be as distant and cold as two snow-capped mountain peaks divided by a rushing torrent; but when women have wept together, they have looked into each other's souls. They can never be strangers again. All over Canada women are finding long-lost sisters—tears that come from the heart bind firmer than ropes of iron; not always the rich to the rich, nor the educated to the talented, but poor and rich, unlettered and gifted, the same great heart—sorrow makes them one. What grand vistas are opening up for our Country after the War. We can see the golden sunlight struggling into our dark, neglected places, falling on the faces of poverty and distress, the blessed sunshine of sympathy and kindness making our Country a grand place in which to be born.

The spirit of giving has arisen and hovers over the land. There seems to be no limit to our generosity. Red Cross, Serbian Relief, Belgian Relief, and Patriotic days—each gather large sums. The soldiers are showered with gifts; needless to say, some quite useless. One lad had a large album presented to him, filled with the pictures of his relatives, dead and living. If he could have worn it over his heart, it might have warded off shot, but it would not fit under his uniform. Another soldier got a padded kimono from his best girl. Except for the kind thoughts that went with these and similar gifts, they were better left ungiven.

Some of our boys asked for what they wanted, and many named tobacco. In this connection I remember Mrs. Prescott, a little, sharp woman who reminded me of a small, gray bird with an unusually long beak.

"No tobacco," she declared, "goes to any soldier from me; it's the thin end of the wedge, the very tip of the claw of the devil's fangs." She does get eloquent like that and loses herself in a muddle of mixed metaphors when she is excited. "Cigarette-heart and brandy-liver go together. I make no compromise with Satan, war or no war." A month later I met her in a tobacco shop. She looked guilty for a minute, and then came up to me and said laughingly, "This War does rattle the slats of our most firmly established platforms. I am buying tobacco for my nephew. He wrote from the trenches asking for it. I'm a silly, weak woman, I suppose, but I could not refuse the lad. Really, with this dreadful War on, we don't know where we stand or whether we have any firm convictions about anything. I've back-slidden terribly, I know."

We women pack boxes for the Young Men's Christian Association, that splendid organization which does so much for our boys at the Front. We put in all kinds of good things that a mother might send to her boy: socks, fruit, cake, candy, nuts, etc., and through all, from the lowest layer to the nailed timber on top, we cram in kind thoughts and fervent prayers. I often think when these boxes are opened, a sort of sweet, tender feeling must fill the place and soothe the poor boys who have come, foot-sore and weary, to the Secretary for comfort. We used to pray a lot for all kinds of things, but some of our most real prayers have been uttered without a sound, as we packed those boxes for our lads on the firing line. The boys who miss a good home, as well as those who never had one, some under the wing of the Young Men's Christian Association, and are mothered a bit by far-away women, who, with prayer and love, send these comforts.

The War also, with her tragic methods, has forced her gifts upon us; with no gentle touch she has broken up our self-content, thundered at our heart's door, until bolts long rusting in their sockets have shot open and now we look with compassion on a weeping world. Belgrade, Mons, Somme, St. Julien, Salonika—those are no longer spots on a map; they live before our eyes.

My Sandy is coming home; he has won the Military Cross for saying the life of his Commanding Officer. He writes, "I am only coming home on leave, dear love. In a year or

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JUNE 1917 if the War is still on, I may go back, but I am knocked out for the present."

It was asked by One of old, "What will a man give in exchange for his life?"

Many have given that most precious gift for the honour of their Country and freedom from German bondage. One of our dear lads went up in an airship to scout over the enemy lines. He flew away up, up into the eternal blue. His poor, broken body returned to earth, but his spirit remained up beyond the clouds, where there is no need of medal or military cross to gain the approval of The King of Kings. Some have given health, some eyesight. As these broken heroes come back to us, should we not receive them with joy, and make it our sacred duty, as a nation, to look after them and their dear ones, not as a charity, but as their just due?

What have we given to the War? Surely there is no Canadian who has not given.

Some of us have parted with our husbands, those dear partners to whom we are bound by love and honour until death us do part. Others have given brothers, those dear lads with whom we played, quarrelled, and made up in the happy days now past. Some of us have given lovers, those dear ones to whom our souls are knit by vows yet unfulfilled. Sons have been given, those bright lads for whom we have sacrificed in order to place their feet upon the level of our best ideals. How grandly all these precious ones have given themselves! How magnificently they have measured up to the awful demand of the Empire!

To all those who have thus sacrificed by giving their most precious treasures, other gifts seem as nothing; and yet money and time spent in loving service are both needed to win the War. When we sing:

Let us give not grudgingly, but royally, as those who know what freedom costs, and are gladly willing to pay the price.

to a credulous child, just as real as any mental agony in after life.

Sunday was even more interminable than Sundays usually were, then. But it came to an end at last, and, as its "dark, descending sun" dimpled the purple sky-line of the Gulf, I drew a long breath of relief. The beautiful green world of blossom and sunshine had not been burned up; it was going to last for a while longer. But I never forgot the suffering of that Sunday.

Many years later I used the incident as the foundation of the chapter "The Judgment Sunday" in "The Story Girl." But the children of Kind Orchard had the sustaining companionship of each other, I had trodden the wine-press alone.

The other incident was much more trifling. The Martin Forbes of "The Story Girl" had his prototype in an old man who visited at my grandfather's for a week. Forbes was not his name, of course. He was, I believe, an amiable, respectable, and respected, old gentleman. But he won my undying hatred by calling me "Johnny" every time he spoke to me.

How I raged at him! It seemed to me a most deadly and unforgivable insult, My anger amused him hugely and incited him to persist in using the objectionable name. I could have torn that man in pieces had I had the power! When he went away I refused to shake hands with him, whereupon he laughed uproariously and said, "Oh, well, I won't call you 'Johnny' any more, After this I'll call you 'Sammy,'" which was, of course, adding fuel to the fire.

For years I couldn't hear that man's name without a sense of hot anger. Fully five years afterward, when I was ten, I remember writing this in my diary: "Mr. James Forbes is dead. He is the brother of a horrid man in Summerside who called me 'Johnny'."

I never saw poor old Mr. Forbes again, so I never had to endure the indignity of being called "Sammy." He is now dead himself, and I daresay the fact that he called me "Johnny" was not brought up in judgment against him. Yet he may have committed what might be considered far greater sins that yet would not inflict on any one a tithe of the humiliation which his teasing inflicted on a child's sensitive mind.

That experience taught me one lesson, at least. I never tease a child. If I had any tendency to do so, I should certainly be prevented by the still keen recollection of what I suffered at Mr. Forbes' hands. To him, it was merely the "fun" of teasing a "touchy" child. To me, it was the poison of asps.

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 the destruction of Judaism and the commencement of Christianity. Hence we find the Apostle Paul saying, "Now once in the end of the world hath Christ appeared." In the end of what world? certainly not of the natural world, for that remains; it seems clear then that what is referred to is the termination of the Jewish world, i.e, the Church, for it was at the end of that, as a Divine dispensation, that "Christ appeared." Hence we learn that the end of the antediluvian Church was treated of under the figure of the destruction of the earth, and that the termination of the Jewish dispensation is spoken of in language which seems to imply the dissolution of the universe; and, therefore, we conclude that similar descriptions, found in the Word and referring to historical Christianity, ought to be similarly interpreted. As the figures are alike, their signification cannot be different; they, consequently, must point to the end of corrupted Christianity, and not to the disruption of the natural universe, as it is commonly supposed. This we will also endeavour to illustrate.

The disciples, after having been told that the buildings of the temple would be thrown down, went unto the Lord privately, saying, "Tell us, when shall these things be? and what shall be the sign of Thy coming, and of the end of the world?" From the answer they received it is clear that the Lord did not regard them as having inquired about the destruction of the earth, for He proceeded to describe events which are utterly inconsistent with such an idea. He speaks indeed of "the end," but He does not add "the world" to it: that He contemplated as still remaining, for He admonished those who were in Judea to flee into the mountains, and to pray that their flight might not be in the winter, neither on the Sabbath-day; what personal


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 safety could such a flight secure if a universal ruin were intended? From such a catastrophe there could be no escape. He also said, "Two shall be in the field; one shall be taken, and the other left. Two women shall be grinding at the mill; the one shall be taken, and the other left." This most plainly shows that "the end" of which He was speaking could not refer to the destruction of the earth, for we find that the fields and the mills are to remain, and that persons are to be left in the pursuit of their usual occupations. These things never could have been said if the destruction of the earth had been the subject of the Apostle's question and the Lord's discourse. Besides, the original, which, in the Apostle's inquiry, is translated "the world," properly means "the age," so that the phrase "end of the world" simply denotes the termination of the age. Dr. Campbell renders it "conclusion of the state;" Dr. A. Clarke says it denotes the "end of the Jewish economy;" and Elsley considers it to import "the whole of any duration;" so that nothing is deducible from the terms of the Apostle's inquiry to favour the supposition of the destruction of the earth; neither is there anything in the Lord's answer which admits of such a construction, or that favours such a view.

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 of those days shall the sun be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven, and powers of the heavens shall be shaken: and then shall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven: and then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn, and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory." This, to a superficial reader, may sound something like a description of the destruction of the universe, but a very little reflection must convince him that it is the sound and appearance only, and not the sense of it. If such terms, when made use of by the prophets, have a purely figurative sense, it is clear that when the same terms are employed by the Redeemer, they must have a similiar significance. In both cases the author is essencially the same, and the images are alike: how reasonable then is the conclusion that they ought to be similarly interpreted. As the descriptions previously adverted to, referred to the affairs of the Church with which they were connected, so does this of our Lord. The learned admit that it cannot mean what it seems to express. The sun may be darkened, and the moon may not give her light; but these are circumstances which frequently occur in the ordinary course of nature: eclipses take place without endangering the safety of the universe, or interrupting the pursuits of men. Meteoric phenomena presenting all the appearance of falling stars are common to every observer, but they do not occasion inconvenience or alarm.

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 Thursday, 17th.— When I came home I found William at work attempting to alter a stanza in the poem on our going for Mary, which I convinced him did not need altering. We sate in the house after dinner. In the evening walked on our favourite path. A short letter from Coleridge. William added a little to the Ode he is writing.

Friday, 18th June.—When we were sitting after breakfast Luff came in. He had rode over the Fells. He brought news about Lord Lowther's intention to pay all debts, etc., and a letter from Mr. Clarkson. He saw our garden, was astonished at the scarlet beans, etc. etc. etc. When he was gone, we wrote to Coleridge, M. H., and my brother Richard about the affair. William determined to go to Eusemere on Monday

Saturday, 19th.—The swallows were very busy under my window this morning Coleridge, when he was last here, told us that for many years, there being no Quaker meeting at Keswick, a single old Quaker woman used to go regularly alone every Sunday to attend the meeting-house, and there used to sit and perform her worship alone, in that beautiful place among those fir trees, in that spacious vale, under the great mountain Skiddaw!!!... On Thursday morning Miss Hudson of Workington called. She said, I sow flowers in the parks several miles from home, and my mother and I visit them, and watch them how they grow." This may show that botanists may be often deceived when they find rare flowers growing far from houses. This was a very ordinary young woman, such as in any town in the North of England one may find a score. I sate up a while after William. He then called me down to him. (I was writing to Mary H.) I read Churchill's Rosciad. Returned again to my writing, and did not go to bed till he called to me. The shutters were closed,


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 inhabit, it seems impossible to discover any connection between the ruin of those immense bodies and the transgression of men, upon so small a planet as we inhabit. And with respect to the falling of the stars, how could that occur? where are they to fall to? This earth, certainly, could not be the spot upon which they would fall. Those bodies which are popularly called the stars, are of two sorts: first the planets; these are earths, some of which are immensely larger than this we inhabit, and all of them doubtless, have inhabitants as responsible for their conduct to the Creator as ourselves. These may be distinguished in the sky by the steadiness of their splendour. Secondly, we have the stars proper; these are suns like that which constitutes the centre of our system, and of these there are myriads, all having systems of their own. These are fixed, and, in our latitudes, may be distinguished in the sky by the twinkling light which they emit. How then can it be supposed that such a number of bodies with magnitudes so incalculably great,—with all their systems too, for all this would be involved,—could fall from the sky to the earth? The thing is no more possible than it would be to force the ocean into a nutshell. Besides, the distance of the stars is so great that the diameter of the earth's orbit, one hundred and ninety-one millions of miles, is but a point in comparison with it: from whatever situation in this orbit a star be viewed, no difference in its appearance is presented, nor is any sensible parallax to be discovered. Astronomers, therefore, have not been enabled to assign to any star a distance, however immense, that it may not surpass. Casini, from some observations which he made upon Arcturus, calculated that its distance from the earth was twenty thousand two hundred and fifty times greater than that of the sun. Now the distance of the sun from


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 the earth is ninety-five millions of miles: if, therefore, this be multiplied by twenty thousand two hundred and fifty, we shall have a result which will require upwards of six hundred thousand years for the star Arcturus to reach this earth, supposing it to fall at the rate of a mile a second. There are also other stars situated much more deeply in space than this; this is gathered from the difference of their apparent magnitudes; how unreasonable then is it to suppose that the falling of the stars, in the prediction which has been cited, can have any reference whatever to such a natural occurrence. It is evident, therefore, that the Lord's statements were never intended to convey any such idea as that of the destruction of the universe. What they refer to is some spiritual catastrophe affecting the Church. Hence, John, in the Revelation, states that he saw the occurrence of such phenomena in the spiritual world; thus he said, "I beheld, and, lo, the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth:" and again, "the third part of the sun was smitten, and the third part of the moon, and the third part of the stars; so as the third part of them was darkened." Every one knows that these descriptions do not refer to mundane things: they are images of the judgment that follows the corruption of the Church. And so it is with those which are mentioned in the Lord's prediction. By the sun being darkened, is meant the perversion of love; by the moon not giving her light, is denoted the obscuration of faith; and by the stars falling from heaven, is signified the separation of knowledge from spiritual life; and by the powers of heaven being shaken, is denoted that all the principles of goodness would be endangered: for goodness is the power of heaven, and this is


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JUNE 1917

ISS Virginia Grantley stared into the open suit case before her. It may have been partly the meretricious character of the contents which had caused her jaw to sag and a cry of almost horrified surprise to escape her. At any rate, instead of beholding her legitimate purchases of the afternoon, her bewildered gaze rested upon the following items: One pair of men's tan shoes, one black-and-white-checked cap, some soiled collars, a pair of cheap military brushes, a packet of playing cards, two empty "pop" bottles, a pink striped shirt, a paper-covered book with a questionable looking title, and several neckties of outspoken patterns.

A nice assortment of articles for a spinster lady of respectable habits and rather cultured tastes to be carrying about!

These things were all that were visible to the naked eye. Goodness only knew what lay beneath! Miss Virginia didn't know and didn't care. She snapped the offending suit case together and sank into the nearest chair.

Rapidly she reviewed the events of her return journey from the city. It was Saturday, and of course the streets and shops had been crowded, but she couldn't remember a moment when she had allowed her own suit case out of her sight. At just what point had the unfortunate exchange occurred? Her own property might easily have been the twin of this; it was just such another ordinary brown leather affair with no distinguishing marks of any kind.

Yet, looking more closely on the changeling she now detected a couple of foreign labels at one end. Miss Virginia took up her "house specks," adjusted them carefully, and proceeded to make deductions from the limited amount of circumstantial evidence at hand. But there was little to aid her, and when she had walked gingerly about the suit case three or four times, she returned to the home base, confessing herself completely baffled.

"I do believe I've lost my grip in more ways than one," she said aloud. "To think that I, at my age, and with all my experience in travelling—tut, tut, it's just too ridiculous!"

Then an idea struck her and a gleam of triumph lit her keen blue eyes.

"That man on the train coming home!" she exclaimed, jubilantly, "When I put my head out of the window at Leaside to talk to Cousin Anne Brownlow, the seat ahead became empty, and he took it. I remember being glad, because he smelt horribly of stale tobacco. My, I wish they'd run a Pullman on our line!"

She looked askance at the grip.

"Yes, he was just the sort of man who would wear clothes like that and—and play cards and read French plays and—all the rest of it!"

She remembered that he had been sandy-complexioned, was short of stature, had the end of one finger on his left hand missing, and wore a soft hat. Those four points would help.

And after a moment she had another clue.

With true feminine curiosity, she had taken a fresh peer into the grip, and there on the leather lining near the lock she found the owner's name and address in neat black letters that were so very small she could scarcely make them out. What Miss Virginia read was: "O. U. Kidd, Toronto."

Now Miss Virginia had always led such a lonely and blue-stocking sort of an existence that slang was a closed book to her. Then, too, she was worried over her loss. In nervous haste she hurried to the village depot and despatched to the three leading city dailies the following telegram for the Lost and Found columns:

"O. U, Kidd, Toronto, is urgently requested to communicate with Miss V. Grantley, Cloverdale."

ROM early spring until well along in the autumn Miss Virginia spent a great deal her time out-of-doors tending her vegetables and flowers and vines.

She was in her garden one warm afternoon in the ensuing week picking lilacs to send to a sick friend, when she heard her gate click. She peered over a young locust hedge and saw, coming up her neat gravel path, an elderly man who looked like a retired farmer of some means.

"Hey!" he called out as he spied her blue sunbonnet. "Is this whar Miss V. Grantley lives?"

Miss Virginia assured him that such was the case and came around to the front of her grounds, a big sheaf of Lilac blooms in one hand and her garden shears in the other.

"Your name is Kidd, of course?" she queried, rather doubtfully. "And you've come for your suit case?"

Perhaps it was the sandy-complexioned man's father come to retrieve the grip, she thought.

"Oh, sure," was the reply. "But let's go up an' set on the verandy a spell."

Poor old chap! No doubt he was tired, having come some distance! Miss Grantley made him comfortable in a deep willow chair and they chatted for a few moments on the weather, the crops, and kindred topics. The old man fanned himself with his hat.

"I'm retired," he told Miss Grantley, as he sized her up out of a pair of bold dark eyes that seemed to be the only feature of his face that had remained youthful. "Yep! My sons run the old place now an' I'm livin' by myself on a new farm. Got a hired man to do the work, an' I can take a purty good time now—only (he coughed), only of course I'm so durn lonesome. I got an ottymobilly. Do you like ridin' in them?

"Not very," said Miss Virginia. "Of course, if I know the man at the wheel—"

"Say! You do look purty with them posies on your lap! I'm kinda glad you're not a gal. I thought as how mebbe you might be young an' giddy—"

''"That man!" exclaimed Miss Virginia. "He was just the kind of man who would wear clothes like that and—and play cards and read French plays and—and—all the rest of it!"''

ISS VIRGINIA rose suddenly. Two red spots burned in her cheeks.

"I'll go and get your suit case, Mr. Kidd," she said stiffly, and moved off.

"Say, now! Don't git huffy. I don't mean no harm."

"Where is my suit case? Did you leave it at the station?" she demanded suddenly, turning about.

"Say, looky here, miss—ma'am—"

"Answer me, please!"

"Wall, I declare to goodness!" and the visitor rose uneasily as Miss Virginia stamped her foot. "I don't know nothin' a suit case. I only answer your ad. 'Oh, You Kid,'s what it said—"

Miss Virginia stared, still uncomprehending.

"I've answered forty-three ads sence poor Maria died," the old man continued. "But yours sounded very promisin,' I must say you suit me fine, too. The others was mostly widders or silly gals—"

"I—I—I'll call my dog!" breathed Miss Virginia.

"Eh?"

"Here, Ponto, Ponto, Pon—"

But seizing his hat, the old gallant took the steps in two bounds and scuttled away, the lady watching him with a tense, inscrutable expression.

It is to be feared that Miss Virginia was not quite as angry as she should have been, for, as her strange visitor's back receded in the distance between the rows of budding maples, she smiled.

He had called her pretty! She went into her cool sitting room and made an excuse to herself to pass the mirror over the umbrella rack. After that, as she moved about her various duties, she neglected no mirrors whatsoever.

"Well, I'm not a fright, anyway," she murmured with considerable satisfaction, at last. "My hair has only a little grey in it, and it's thick and well cared for, and I've got a good colour. My figure, too—why only last week Lige Peter's boy, the new one in the store, seeing me at a distance, as he came up the walk, thought I was a young girl! Not that it matters, of course!"

At this point she sighed. Of lovers she had had none, absolutely n-o-n-e. Once, away back in the impressionable early twenties, she had seen a young man whom she perhaps could have—oh! Well, you never can tell! Maybe he drank or something. She sighed again, and that young man being still in her mind, she proceeded to recall the episode in which they had mutually figured. She had gone out on the river in a leaky punt one day, and about forty rods from shore the inevitable had happened. As she had been about to go down for the third time, some one with a bulldog grip had seized her and towed her to safety.

How handsome he had looked with his red hair all wet, as he had scolded her gently for haying been so fool-hardy! He must have been a true hero, the kind who deprecates publicity, for he had gone away without telling her his name.

A ring at Miss Virginia's door-bell! "Goodness! Who's that, I wonder?" she exclaimed to her dog,who lay at her feet. "At this time of night!" She hastened to answer it, and there stood a young man carrying a suit case—but alas, not her suit case, for this was yellow.

"I'm a travelling salesman," he announced at once, with an ingratiating smile on smooth-shaven face, and eyes that had a roving commission.

"I don't want anything to-day," returned Miss Grantley in decided tones.

HE light from her hall lamp repeated last to her but left her in part shadow that rendered her face and form indistinct.

"Aren't you going to invite me in? I've just got off my train, and I knew you'd welcome me, so I didn't go to a hotel. Are Mamma and Papa in, or have you sent 'em away for the evening?"

"Sir!" She thought she hadn't heard aright!

"What's that?" he asked, in surprise.

"Leave my house this instant!"

The young man's mouth fell open.

"Well, 1 like that!" he observed, ruefully. "Gee! Your name is Miss V. Grantley, isn't it?"

"It is. But—"

"Then, what's the matter? What is so urgent that you want to see me about? I'm the 'Oh, You Kid' boy, you know. That's what every one between Toronto and Halifax calls me. Here I am! Shoot!"

The last word must have given Miss Virginia an inspiration, for she turned quickly to the wall and pulled down an old muzzle-loader that her father had used in the Fenian Raid.

"Yes, I'll shoot!" she flung back. "I'm the best woman shot in the country. So, one, two, three—" At the one she had made a feint of cocking, at the "two" she had brought the gun to her shoulder, at the "three"—all that could be seen of the travelling salesman was a pair of heels rapidly diminuendoing away down the moonlit path.

"This is getting on a nerves," said Miss Virginia, as she double-locked all the doors. "I'm going to pack up in the morning and go for a visit to Cousin Anne Brownlow. This will teach me to be more careful in wording telegrams. It wouldn’'t have hurt me to use a few more words, anyway, for I can make Mr. Kidd (if there is such a person) pay for the expense I've been put to, Oh, dear! I—wish there was a man in the house to-night."

The next morning, very early, Miss Virginia set abou6t packing her old black club-bag, preparatory to a visit to her cousin. She had finished by eight o'clock and was on the point of taking her dog to a neighbour's (who usually boarded him whenever his owner was away for very long) when she heard her gate click. Peeping under one of the front window blinds, she (Continued on page 32)


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22 Offence of accepting gratification

16. Any person who by himself, or by or in conjunction with any other person—
 * (a) corruptly solicits or receives or agrees to receive for himself or for any other person; or
 * (b) corruptly gives, promises or offers to any person whether for the benefit of that person or of another person,

any gratification as an inducement to or a reward for, or otherwise on account of—
 * (A) any person doing or forbearing to do anything in respect of any matter or transaction, actual or proposed or likely to take place; or
 * (B) any officer of a public body doing or forbearing to do anything in respect of any matter or transaction, actual or proposed or likely to take place, in which the public body is concerned,

commits an offence.

Offence of giving or accepting gratification by agent

17. A person commits an offence if—
 * (a) being an agent, he corruptly accepts or obtains, or agrees to accept or attempts to obtain, from any person, for himself or for any other person, any gratification as an inducement or a reward for doing or forbearing to do, or for having done or forborne to do, any act in relation to his principal’s affairs or business, or for showing or forbearing to show favour or disfavour to any person in relation to his principal’s affairs or business; or
 * (b) he corruptly gives or agrees to give or offers any gratification to any agent as an inducement or a reward for doing or forbearing to do, or for having done or forborne to do


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Rh : any act in relation to his principal’s affairs or business, or for showing or forbearing to show favour or disfavour to any person in relation to his principal’s affairs or business.

Offence of intending to deceive principal by agent

18. A person commits an offence if he gives to an agent, or being an agent he uses with intent to deceive his principal, any receipt, account or other document in respect of which the principal is interested, and which he has reason to believe contains any statement which is false or erroneous or defective in any material particular, and is intended to mislead the principal.

Acceptor or giver of gratification to be guilty notwithstanding that purpose was not carried out or matter not in relation to principal’s affairs or business

19. (1) Where in any proceedings against any agent for any offence under paragraph 17(a) it is proved that he corruptly solicited, accepted, obtained or agreed to accept or attempted to obtain any gratification having reason to believe or suspect that the gratification was solicited or offered as an inducement or a reward for his doing or forbearing to do any act or for showing or forbearing to show any favour or disfavour to any person in relation to his principal’s affairs or business, he commits an offence under that paragraph notwithstanding that—
 * (a) he did not have the power, right or opportunity so to do, show or forbear;
 * (b) he accepted the gratification without intending so to do, show or forbear;
 * (c) he did not in fact so do, show or forbear; or
 * (d) the act, favour or disfavour was not in relation to his principal’s affairs or business.

(2) Where in any proceedings against any person for any offence under paragraph 17(b) it is proved that he corruptly gave, agreed to give or offered any gratification to any agent as an inducement or a reward for doing or forbearing to do any act or for showing or forbearing to show any favour or disfavour


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24 to any person having reason to believe or suspect that the agent had the power, right or opportunity so to do, show or forbear and that the act, favour or disfavour was in relation to his principal’s affairs or business, he commits an offence under that paragraph notwithstanding that the agent had no power, right or opportunity or that the act, favour or disfavour was not in relation to his principal’s affairs or business.

Corruptly procuring withdrawal of tender

20. A person—
 * (a) who, with intent to obtain from any public body a contract for performing any work, providing any service, doing anything, or supplying any article, material or substance, offers any gratification to any person who has made a tender for the contract, as an inducement or a reward for his withdrawing the tender; or
 * (b) who solicits or accepts any gratification as an inducement or a reward for his withdrawing a tender made by him for such contract,

commits an offence.

Bribery of officer of public body

21. Any person who offers to an officer of any public body, or being an officer of any public body solicits or accepts, any gratification as an inducement or a reward for—
 * (a) the officer voting or abstaining from voting at any meeting of the public body in favour of or against any measure, resolution or question submitted to the public body;
 * (b) the officer performing or abstaining from performing or aiding in procuring, expediting, delaying, hindering or preventing the performance of, any official act;
 * (c) the officer aiding in procuring or preventing the passing of any vote or the granting of any contract or advantage in favour of any person; or
 * (d) the officer showing or forbearing to show any favour or disfavour in his capacity as such officer,


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Rh commits an offence, notwithstanding that the officer did not have the power, right or opportunity so to do, show or forbear, or accepted the gratification without intending so to do, show or forbear, or did not in fact so do, show or forbear, or that the inducement or reward was not in relation to the affairs of the public body.

Bribery of foreign public officials

22. Any person who by himself, or by or in conjunction with any other person gives, promises or offers, or agrees to give or offer, to any foreign public official, or being a foreign public official, solicits, accepts or obtains, or agrees to accept or attempts to obtain, whether for the benefit of that foreign public official or of another person, any gratification as an inducement or reward for, or otherwise on account of—
 * (a) the foreign public official using his position to influence any act or decision of the foreign state or public international organization for which the official performs any official duties;
 * (b) the foreign public official performing, having done or forbone to do, or abstaining from performing or aiding in procuring, expediting, delaying, hindering or preventing the performance of, any of his official duties; or
 * (c) the foreign public official aiding in procuring or preventing the granting of any contract for the benefit of any person,

commits an offence, notwithstanding that the foreign public official did not have the power, right or opportunity so to do, show or forbear, or accepted the gratification without intending so to do, show or forbear, or did not in fact so do, show or forbear, or that the inducement or reward was not in relation to the scope of his official duties.

Offence of using office or position for gratification

23. (1) Any officer of a public body who uses his office or position for any gratification, whether for himself, his relative or associate, commits an offence.


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26 (2) For the purposes of subsection (1), an officer of a public body shall be presumed, until the contrary is proved, to use his office or position for any gratification, whether for himself, his relative or associate, when he makes any decision, or takes any action, in relation to any matter in which such officer, or any relative or associate of his, has an interest, whether directly or indirectly.

(3) For the avoidance of doubt, it is declared that, for the purposes of subsection (1), any member of the administration of a State shall be deemed to use his office or position for gratification when he acts contrary to subsection 2(8) of the Eighth Schedule to the Federal Constitution or the equivalent provision in the Constitution or Laws of the Constitution of that State.

(4) This section shall not apply to an officer who holds office in a public body as a representative of another public body which has the control or partial control over the first-mentioned public body in respect of any matter or thing done in his capacity as such representative for the interest or advantage of that other public body.

Penalty for offences under sections 16, 17, 18, 20, 21, 22 and 23

24. (1) Any person who commits an offence under sections 16, 17, 20, 21, 22 and 23 shall on conviction be liable to—
 * (a) imprisonment for a term not exceeding twenty years; and
 * (b) a fine of not less than five times the sum or value of the gratification which is the subject matter of the offence, where such gratification is capable of being valued or is of a pecuniary nature, or ten thousand ringgit, whichever is the higher.

(2) Any person who commits an offence under section 18 shall on conviction be liable to—
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106 eight annas per month, and in this case the patron professes the intention to have the scholars hereafter taught Persian and Bengali. In another the patron merely lodges, feeds, and clothes, the teacher who receives neither fixed allowance nor fees. In three instances the only remuneration the teacher receives is a salami, or present of five or six rupees, from each scholar when he finally leaves school. In two instances the teachers have small farms from which they derive the means of subsistence in addition to their gains as Mollas. They give instruction either in their own houses, or in school-houses, which are also applied to the purposes of prayer and hospitality and of assembly on occasions of general interest.

No institutions can be more insignificant and useless, and in every respect less worthy of notice, than these Arabic schools, viewed as places of instruction; but, however worthless in themselves, they have a certain hold on the Native mind, which is proved by the increased respect and emolument as Mollas, expected and acquired by some of the teachers on account of the instruction they give; the expense incurred by others of them in erecting school-houses; and by the general employment by the Musalman population of those who receive and communicate the slender education which these schools bestow. In the eye of the philanthropist or the statesman no institution, however humble, will be overlooked, by which he may hope beneficially to influence the condition of any portion of mankind; and it is just in proportion to the gross ignorance of the multitude that he will look with anxiety for any loop-holes by which he may find an entracneentrance [sic] to their understandings—some institutions, which are held by them in veneration and which have hitherto served the cause of ignorance, but which he may hope with discretion to turn to the service of knowledge. I do not despair that means might be employed, simple, cheap, and inoffensive, by which even the teachers of these schools might be reared to qualify themselves for communicating a much higher grade of instruction to a much greater number of learners without divesting them of any portion of the respect and attachment of which they are now the objects.

4. Elementary Persian and Bengali Schools.—The schools in which both Bengali and Persian are taught are two; in one with, and in the other without, the formal reading of the Koran. The two schools contain 30 scholars; one five and the other 25. The period of study is in one case stated to be from 6 to 18 years of age, making 12 years; and in the other from 7 to 23, making 16. The teachers are—one a somewhat intelligent Brahman, and the other a Kath-Molla rather better instructed than others of the same class. The remuneration of the former consists entirely of fees—one anna, two annas, and four annas being charged respectively in three grades of Bengali writing; and four annas, eight annas, and one rupee in three stages of Persian reading, the income from both sources averaging seven rupees eight annas per month. The