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might have the chance of meeting eligi- didly when it was necessary to make ble young men, and that you took her witnesses say something they didn't out with the same object."-"Well, yes; mean to. At any rate, you may be and I see no harm in it.”—“Of course quite sure I'd much rather Agnes marnot. But please notice, then, that we ried a poor man who would be really have come to this. You want Agnes to nice to her than rich
who marry a rich man, and you take her wouldn't. That goes without saying. out and give parties in order that a Only, unfortunately, all the poor men rich man may meet her and marry her. aren't good, as the people who write Now, admitting this, and knowing, that to the magazines seem to think. Of as you hint every one else does the course, the rich men aren't always good same, I want to know, Mrs. Bowling, either. I'm afraid, indeed, that it's whether you can deny that there is pure chance with both.” such a thing as the Belgravian marriage market, and that you keep a stall A Socratic dialogue such as we have in it with your daughter Agnes on sale? just given would very aptly sum up the I have, as you will I am sure acknowl- general result of the modern aspects of edge, asserted nothing myself but the eternal marriage market contromerely arrange more clearly the facts versy. It can apparently be shown admitted by you." Poor Mrs. Bow- that something like a marriage market ling's reply to the final question of the exists, in which the mothers try to sell female Socrates may, think, be their daughters to the best advantage; more easily imagined than set forth. and yet all the time it is quite obvious Probably it would be firm and inco- that the mothers are doing nothing of herent, and something on this model: the kind, but are only trying to get “I'm sure I never said anything of the their daughters "comfortably settled," kind, and I don't know what you mean -a very natural and very sensible acexcept that I know all this talk about a tion. In truth there is more foolish marriage market is all nonsense and nonsense written about the marriage very vulgar too, and not the sort of market than on any other subject under thing that nice people ever have any heaven. In the first place, the analogy thing to do with, and what puts such is altogether a false one. How can a things into your head, Miss Porchester, person be said to sell when she gets I really can't think. How you nothing by the sale, for except in very know? You've never been married rare cases the mother gets nothing yourself and had children. If you had, tangible by her daughter's marriage? you'd think very differently. Don't, Of course occasionally a mother does please, tell me it was I who said there force her daughter to marry a rich man was a marriage market. I never did. against her will, or insists upon her You evidently did not understand me; abandoning a poor one. As a rule, it's like the second-class society papers however, it is the want of money suffithat Agnes says her maid tells her cient to keep a wife, not the machinathings out of. No; I won't argue it out tions of the mother, which defeats the again, it makes one so hot, and really, poor man. If, though poor, he is in a indeed, you can't understand anything position to marry, and the young lady about it, even if you are older and have is really anxious to become his wife, read a great deal more than many mar- the mother may tell her daughter she is ried women. It's like servants. As an idiot, but she can do little else. cook says about Agnes when she's do- Very often we may suspect that the ing the housekeeping. 'Young ladies tales of the mothers selling their unnever exactly understand.' Well, I happy daughters to wealthy men, and so really feel quite confused with all the robbing the poor of their natural prizes questions you've asked me, and I'm are invented by poor men as salves to sure you ought to have been a great their wounded feelings. It is pleaslawyer. You would have done splen- anter to think that the girl was sold by
her mother, than to admit that, when climb the world's ladder by marriage. she had to face the question of living The girls who deliberately try to better with Mr. Brown in a hut on water and their position by marriage are, how. a crust, she concluded that it was not ever, by no means necessarily despicaworth while. A good deal of very sen. ble people. A few are. Those, for exsible talk about the whole subject of ample, who deliberately marry rich the alleged marriage market is to be men of known bad character, very old found in Lady Jeune's article in the men, or men of feeble intellect, or men Lady's Realm for April entitled "The they dislike. The majority, however, Modern Marriage Market; a Reply to are very like the ambitious men who Marie Corelli." Lady Jeune shows deliberately prefer getting on by marhow absurd the whole accusation is, riage to marrying for other consideraand traverses with special success the tions, and so choose a rich wife. Theridiculous suggestion that girls are as oretically, these must be rather much brought in the season to be sold pleasant and repulsive people. As "as any unhappy Armenian girl.” No matter of fact, however, they are often doubt a certain amount of the London nothing of the kind, and end by making festivities are primarily arranged to very good husbands. So is it with give young people the chance of seeing thousands of the girls who are said to each other, but to call this female sell themselves for money. We do not, slave market is mere midsummer mad- of course, want to defend mercenary ness. The truth about the whole ques- marriages, and we detest the notion of tion is, we believe, something of this girls being brought up to think that kind. A certain number of women money is the only object in life. It is, marry solely for love. A certain, and however, absolutely necessary to speak perhaps larger, number marry for rea- out about the current cant concerning sons in which love and the desire to the marriage market. That, as a rule, have a home of their own and money is mere rhetoric, and when it means of their own are mixed up. Another anything, means that most naturally small section marry purely from rea- mothers, other things being equal, presons of ambition, usually of a pecuni- fer that their daughters should be withary kind,-i.e., with the idea of becom- out pecuniary cares. Our Mrs. Bow. ing great personages through marriage. ling puts the feeling quite correctly As a rule, however, these mercenary when she says that if she does not marriages are made not by a designing know either of the men, she prefers the mother who wishes to sell her daugh- rich one. Depend upon it, indigence ter, but by a designing, or rather am- and virtue are no more convertible bitious, girl who deliberately wishes to terms than riches and vice.
A Striking Contrast.-In the biog- future position as a statesman, I was raphy of the late Sir Henry Parkes is working on a ropewalk at 4d. per day, recorded the following comparisou and suffered such cruel treatment that which the Australian statesman him- I was knocked down with a crowbar self made between his own early life and did not recover my senses for half and that of Mr. Gladstone:
an hour. From the ropewalk I went to I was thinking, he said on one occa- labor in a brickyard, where I was sion, of a comparison between Mr. again brutally used; and when Mr. Gladstone's life and my own. When he Gladstone was at Oxford I was breakwas at Eton, preparing himself for Ox. ing stones on the queen's highway with ford, enjoying all the advantages of a hardly enough clothing to protect me good education, with plenty of money, from the cold. .and being trained in every way for his
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THE FIGHTING TEMERAIRE.
AT ST. BARTHELEMI. It was eight bells ringing,
In the parish of St Barthélemi For the morning watch was done,
There is always something taking place, And the gunner's lads were singing
A procession, a fête, or a jubilee,
Some kind of religious revelry
In the parish of St. Barthélemi. As they polished every gun.
The saints must each be remembered, you Chorus.
see, Oh! to see the linstock lighting, Which perfectly suits the Gallic race Téméraire! Téméraire!
A procession, a fête, or a jubilee,
Fix'd by the Church's fast decree,
Makes them both happy and full of And to hear the round-shot biting,
grace. For we're all in love with fighting
In the parish of St. Barthélemi.
You will easily learn to bow the knee,
And each in its turn you will straight And the battle just begun, When the ship her way was winging,
embrace As they loaded every gun.
A procession, a fête, or a jubilee. It was noontide ringing,
In fact, there is always on the tapis,
Moving at mediæval pace, When the ship her way was winging,
In the parish of St Barthélemi, And the gunner's lads were singing
A procession, a fête, or - Jubilee. As they loaded every gun.
S. FRANCES HARRISON. Chorus. There'll be many grim and gory,
Téméraire! Téméraire! There'll be few to tell the story, Téméraire! Téméraire!
. There'll be many grim and gory,
Is this the path that knew your tread, There'll be few to tell the story,
Once, when the skies were just as blue But we'll all be one in glory
As they are now, far overhead?
Are these the trees that looked at you
And listened to the words you said ?
Along this moss did your dress sweep? And a phantom voice is singing
And is this broken stem the one Of the great days done.
That gave its flower to you to keep? There's a far bell ringing,
And here where the grasses knew the sun And a phantom voice is singing
Before a sickle came to reap,
Did your dear shadow softly fall?
This place is very like, and yet
No shadow lieth here at all;
Although the grass no more is tall.
The small brown birds go nestling through
She's the Fighting Téméraire. On one new flower that waiteth you. Longman's Magazine. HENRY NEWBOLT.
have not been offended even though I LITERARY RECOLLECTIONS.
could not enter into a long correspondAuthors complain, and in many cases ence with every one of my epistolary complain justly, of the large number of friends on the origin of language or the letters and visits which they receive home of the Aryan race. My worst from unknown friends and distant ad- friends are those who send me their mirers. I myself, though the subjects own writings and wish me to give an on which I write are not exactly pop- opinion, or to find a publisher for them. ular, have been sitting at the receipt Had I attempted to comply with one. of such custom for many years. It is tenth of these requests, I could have difficult to know what to do. To done nothing else in life. What would answer all the letters, even to acknowl- become of me if everybody who canedge all the books that are sent to me not find a publisher were to write to me. from India, Australia, New Zealand, The introduction of postcards has from every new sphere of influence in proved, no doubt, a great blessing to all Africa, from America, North and South, who are supposed to be oracles, but and from the principal countries of Eu- even an oracular response takes time. rope, would be physically impossible. Speaking for myself, I may truly say A simple knowledge of arithmetic that I often feel tempted to write to a would teach my friends that if I were man who is an authority on a special only to glance at a book in order to give subject on which I want information. an opinion, or say something pleasant I know he could answer my question in about it, one hour at least of my time five minutes, and yet I hardly ever venin the morning would certainly be con- ture to make the appeal, but go to a 11sumed by every single book. Every brary, where I have to waste hours and writer imagines that he is the only one hours in finding the right book, and who writes a letter, asks a question, or afterwards the right passage in it, sends a book; but he forgets that in And what applies to letters applies to this respect everybody has much personal visits also. I do sometimes right as everybody else, and claims it get impatient when perfect strangers too, unmindful of the rights of others, call on me without any kind of introand quite unconscious that the sum to- duction, sometimes
without tal of such interruptions would swal- visiting card, and then sit down to prolow up the whole of a man's working pound some theory of their own. Still, day. And there is this further danger: taking all in all, I must not complain of however guarded one may be in ex- my visitors. They do not come in pressing one's gratitude or one's opin, shoals like letters and books, and very ion of the merits of a book, one's letter often they are interesting and even deis apt to appear in advertisements, if lightful. Many of them come from only far away in India or the Colonies; America, and the mere fact that they nay, we often find that the copy of a want to see me is a compliment which book was not even sent us by the I appreciate. They have read my author himself, but with the author's books, that is another compliment compliments, that is by an enterprising which I always value; and they often publisher.
speak to me of things that years ago I However, there is a compensation in have said in some article of mine, and all things, and I gladly confess that I which I myself have often quite forhave occasionally derived great advan- gotten. tage from th letters of my unknown It str me that Americans possess friends. They have sent me valuable in a very high degree the gift of sightcorrections and useful remarks for my seeing. They possess what at school books, they have made me presents of was called pace. They travel over Enmanuscripts and local publications diff. gland in a fortnight, but at the end cult to get even at the Bodleian and the they seem to have seen all that is, and British Museum, and I feel sure they all who are worth seeing. We wonder