He has promised to be good to her, and | As I write these words I remember we can only hope that he will keep his the thought so well expressed by De word." These words, spoken gruffly Quincey: "Life resembles a journey in a deep bass voice, and accompanied by stage-coach; the scene continually by a distrusting glance at Mr. Binns, changes, and the passengers also." I were not without their effect. They have quite a sentiment of tenderness in seemed to imply that man in general, my heart for the young girl, for Fräuand Mr. Thompson in particular, would lein Bertha, for Mr. Binns, Mrs. Jackdo anything rather than "keep his son, and even for the crocheting old word." Everybody shuddered, but German ladies, now that they will so Frau Biener was only acting up to a soon vanish into "the land of shadows." firmly implanted principle of hers. An Then I think of Mattie, already dearticle, according to her, must, above parted along that distant silver streak all, be made to wear. If solid, it of water whither I shall soon follow was not generally ornamental; if orna- her; and, leaning out of my window, I mental, as a rule it did not "wear." forget my past weeks of boredom, and Mr. Binns was ornamental; ergo, he gaze, almost with a feeling of regret, probably did not possess good "wear- over to where the red sun dies far away ing" qualities. She looked lovingly from off the wooded knolls of the across at her own Franz, who sat with Schwarzwald. one arm encircling Louise's capacious waist, and the other raising a tankard of beer! Nobody could deny that he, at least, was more useful than ornamental. 66 EMILY CONSTANCE COOK. From Blackwood's Magazine. THE RAT-CATCHER OF HAMELN. BY GUSTAV HARTWIG. [It may be interesting to compare with Browning's "Pied Piper of Hamelin," and its many quaint humors, the treatment of the same legend by a young German poet, who has dealt solely with the grave and pathetic side of the story.] THE Piper, he laughed with a scorn that stung, But Franz now rose to speak for himself and wife. "My Louise is shy," he said, looking towards her fondly, "and it therefore devolves on me to speak. As to the betrothed couple, I can do no more than wish them as much happiness as my Louise and myself are blessed with; and as for you, ladies, I can only say that when you are next in the neigh-A curse was quivering on his tongue; borhood of Hohenellenputznau, we He fixed on the councillors, where they should be delighted if you would honor our little abode with a visit. My Louise A look that was fired with a deadly hate. "From the plague of rats I have set you has a girl to cook, and though ours is a free, simple household, yet it is a comfort-Not a tail of them's left, and it's all through able one." sate, No longer the vermin, undismay'd, And folks at ease to their work might fare, Hung heavy o'er Hameln's silent streets. In his keen eyes, and in his face As though his heart had failed him then; Entrancing, thrilling, plaintive, mild, He takes his way with stealthy feet, Out of their mother's arms they slip, He looks round at them, as they sped, The children round him, rows on rows, Heavily on the unhappy town For EIGHT DOLLARS remitted directly to the Publishers, the LIVING AGE will be punctually forwarded for a year, free of postage. Remittances should be made by bank draft or check, or by post-office money-order, if possible. If neither of these can be procured, the money should be sent in a registered letter. All postmasters are obliged to register letters when requested to do so. Drafts, checks, and money-orders should be made payable to the order of LITTELL & CO. Single copies of the LIVING AGE, 18 cents. "THE THINGS THAT ARE MORE As we wax older on this earth, Till many a toy that charmed us seems Emptied of beauty, stripped of worth, And mean as dust and vain as dreams For gauds that perished, shows that passed, Shall we perturb and vex our soul For "wrongs" which no true freedom mar, Which no man's upright walk control, Unhealed, the grievance they invent? Nought nobler is than to be free: The stars of heaven are free because In amplitude of liberty Their joy is to obey the laws. The things that are more excellent. With minds to one dead likeness blent, To hug the wealth ye cannot use, And lack the riches all may gain; O blind, and wanting wit to choose, Who house the chaff and burn the grain ! And still doth life with starry towers Lure to the bright, divine ascent !— Be yours the things ye would be ours The things that are more excellent. The grace of friendship — mind and heart Linked with their fellow heart and mind; The gains of science, gifts of art; The sense of oneness with our kind; A rapturous silence thrills the skies; The things that are more excellent. A DYING NORSEMAN. WHAT can these new gods give me? Odin, the wise all father; Great Thor, the mighty in war. There are gods enough in Valhalla, And to me they ever gave ear, Speak no more of your white Christ, We want no strange gods here. This new god, he cannot give me Once more the arm of the strong, Strong arm that hath failed me never, Though the fight were stubborn and long. Can he give me again the glory of youth? Go down with me to the sea, And harry the shore of Britain; Ah! never more shall I see The white sails spreading their wings, Each spring, as we left our home, And day by day drew southward, I can almost feel the foam. From The Fortnightly Review. RAPHAEL.1 from the first its influence must have overflowed so small a place. In the By his immense productiveness, by case of the lucky Raphael, for once, the the even perfection of what he pro- actual conditions of early life had been duced, its fitness to its own day, its hold suitable, propitious, accordant to what on posterity, in the suavity of his life, one's imagination would have required some would add in the "opportunity" for the childhood of the man. He was of his early death, Raphael may seem a born amid the art he was, not to transsignal instance of the luckiness, of the form, but to perfect, by a thousand good fortune, of genius. Yet if we reverential retouchings. In no palace, follow the actual growth of his powers, however, but in a modest abode, still within their proper framework, the age shown, containing the workshop of his of the Renaissance, an age of which, father, Giovanni Santi. But here, too, we may say, summarily, that it enjoyed though in frugal form, art, the arts, itself, and found perhaps its chief en- were present. A store of artistic objoyment in the attitude of the scholar, jects was, or had recently been, made in the enthusiastic acquisition of knowl- there, and now especially, for fitting edge for its own sake, if we thus view patrons, religious pictures in the old Raphael and his works in their environ- Umbrian manner. In quiet nooks of ment we shall find even his seemingly the Apennines Giovanni's works remechanical good fortune hardly distin-main; and there is one of them, worth guishable from his own patient disposal study, in spite of what critics say of its of the means at hand. Facile master as he may seem, as indeed he is, he is also one of the world's typical scholars, with Plato, and Cicero, and Virgil, and Milton. The formula of his genius, if we must have one, is this: genius by accumulation; the transformation of meek scholarship into genius-triumphant power of genius. crudity, in the National Gallery. Concede its immaturity, at least, though an immaturity visibly susceptible of a delicate grace, it wins you nevertheless to return again and again, and ponder, by a sincere expression of sorrow, profound, yet resigned, be the cause what it may, among all the many causes of sorrow inherent in the ideal of materUrbino, where this prince of the nity, human or divine. But if you keep Renaissance was born in 1483, year also in mind when looking at it the facts of of the birth of Luther, leader of the Raphael's childhood, you will recognize other great movement of that age, the in his father's picture, not the anticiReformation-Urbino, under its dukes pated sorrow of the "Mater Dolorosa” of the house of Montefeltro, had where- over the dead son, but the grief of a withal just then to make a boy of simple household over the mother hernative artistic faculty from the first a self taken early from it. That may willing learner. The gloomy old for- have been the first picture the eyes of tress of the feudal masters of the town the world's great painter of Madonnas had been replaced, in those later years rested on; and if he stood diligently of the Quattro-cento, by a consum-before it to copy, and so copying, quite mate monument of Quattro-cento taste, unconsciously, and with no disloyalty a museum of ancient and modern art, to his original, refined, improved, subthe owners of which lived there, gal-stituted-substituted himself, in fact, lantly at home, amid the choicer flow- his finer self, he had already struck the ers of living humanity. The ducal persistent note of his career. As with palace was, in fact, become nothing his age, it is his vocation, ardent worker less than a school of ambitious youth in as he is, to enjoy himself-to enjoy all the accomplishments alike of war himself amiably, and to find his chief and peace. Raphael's connection with enjoyment in the attitude of a scholar. it seems to have become intimate, and And one by one, one after another, his 1 A lecture delivered to the University Extension masters, the very greatest of them, go to school to him. Students: Oxford, August 2nd, 1892. |