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“Why doesn't God put a stop to it?" answer from the new grandmother's demanded Petit Pierre, fiercely. "He lips. could if he wanted to, couldn't he?" "Then he's got side whiskers,” tri

"You tell 'em!” cried Mrs. Faunce, umphantly asserted little Paul. dashing out of doors after the “Yes, I guess maybe he's got side driver.

whiskers," was the answer. Later that evening, the ex-matron God isn't a lady, God is a man." found the new-comer sitting on the Jeannot drew a deep sigh of relief, edge of a tiny white bed in the boys' as if theological spectres were laid for ward, and bending in rapture over two ever. bowed heads.

"I asked Grandma Faunce the other "Hush!" she said imperatively, while day, and she didn't know,"he said re little Paul lisped

proachfully. "Effishidy before I wake."

Mrs. Faunce clasped her hands toI'm so glad they can say 'em in gether with delight; she had found the English,” she whispered, when they right person at last! She went hastily had finished and stood before her in upstairs, and sat down at her desk, their white night-gowns. “It never carefully examining certain documents seemed to me as if God really could that gave information about steamers understand French."

leaving Marseilles for Egypt. As Mrs. Faunce went on to the other "I'll start for the Sphinx to-morroom to say good-night to Enchen and row," she announced with a gleam in little English Mary and the others, her eye. Then she wrote a letter to she heard Jeannot's oft-repeated ques- America, ordering a Boston rocker to tion as to whether God had side curls. be shipped to No. 41, Rue de Vannes,

"Sh, sh, oh no!" came the shocked Paris. The Cornhill Magazine.

Margaret Sherwood.


There are tragedies of success as est as a matter of course. The top of well as of failure, and although trag- the tree was his natural home; and edy does not enter into the career of there, like some gaily-plumaged bird in George Wyndham there is a tinge of a tropical forest, he swung easily to the pathos which might in some lights breeze among sunshine and color. But seem tragic in the brilliant life and sud. let some accident happen to such a den death of this spoiled child of for- one so that he fall from his natural tune. Under our grey skies and in our seat, and must, if he would regain it, sombre intellectual world, with his ro- toil painfully upward again, all the mance and his beauty, his florid and heart and the life seem to go out of magnificent rhetoric, his fine writing, him, and he lacks the wings to soar. his brilliant and daring wit, he ap- To change the simile, Wyndham was peared almost as an exotic from some like a highly-geared motor-car that warmer intellectual clime, where a would flash and fly along the levels, sense of ornament in thought and lan- but could not with grinding and labor. guage is more naïve and unashamed ing pinions climb a steep hill. The than it is with us. He was born to be genius of his energy was for being successful, to do things easily, to ex- rather than for striving. perience the best and achieve the high- He was descended from Lord Ed.

ward Fitzgerald and the famous lady speech in the Debate on the Address in who is said to have been the daughter 1900, when things were going wrong of Madame de Genlis and Philippe in South Africa, will long be rememEgalité. The racial admixture of bered for its brillancy and firmness, French and Irish is almost always pro- and the strength and courage of its deductive of fine qualities of brain; and fence. In Ireland, when he went there these, steadied and solidified through as Ohief Secretary in 1900, he did even two generations of English aristocracy, better. The difficulty of his post was blossomed in George Wyndham into an inspiration to him, and in the years that combination of grace and ability, of his administration he rose to fulfl. poetry, imagination, and scholarship in ment of the best that was in him. A life which is always irresistible when kind of fundamental generosity and it is allied with wealth and position. benevolence, which was not very obHe ran rapidly through the gamut of vious to those who only knew him Eton and Sandhurst and active service superficially, set him to work on the in Suakim in the Coldstream Guards, scheme which he believed would most and emerged, at the age of twenty practically benefit the people of Irefour, into the world of politics which land; and the result was the Land Purwas still in 1887 the great world, the chase Act, which was not only the fingreat opportunity for a man of his ca- est achievement of his political life, but pacity. He worked under Arthur Bal- one of the most statesmanlike measfour in Ireland, and thus served his ures passed by any political party apprenticeship in the best school—the since Mr. Chamberlain's Compensation school of which he was one of the last Act. It was impossible to be in Irerepresentatives and to which he re- iand in those days and not to feel that mained consistently loyal. Few men there was a delightful "go" about would now dare to use the kind of public life there. Sir Horace Plunkett's florid and magnificent rhetoric which work in the Department of Agriculture was characteristic of George Wynd- had come to its fruition, the Gaelic ham's highest flights. Read in cold League was at the height of its vogue, print such rhetoric appears so exag- and there was throughout the country gerated as to border on the absurd; the an intellectual activity, a feeling of eye and the ear must also surrender optimism, the fruits of which remain themselves to the charm of personality to this day. On all this Wyndham if it is to make its full effect. But he shone like a sun; through all this time was more than an orator. He was a he worked with an almost feverish accreative and inspiring influence in the tivity, like one who feels that the inner councils of his party. He was time is short; yet it is certain that the destined, had his character been idea of failure was the thing most reas solid as his abilities were brilliant, mote from his mind. He spoke quite to be the true successor, and lineal confidently to his intimates of the time continuation of Arthur Balfour in our when he should be Prime Minister; and public life. As Under-Secretary for it seemed as though nothing could War in the difficult time of the Boer stand in his way. But little as he war he showed that he could not only knew it, on the day that he brought Sir represent a great department in Parlia- Antony MacDonnell to Dublin Castle ment, but also administer it with as he had sealed his own political fate. much success as the exigencies of the It was regarded as a daring and brilsituation and the condition in which liant stroke, and so it was; but it was he took it over permitted; and his fatal. The history of his conferences

with Sir Antony and Lord Dunraven will probably never be recorded; but it is quite certain that out of them might have grown the really ideal solution of the Irish difficulty. Wyndham reckoned, however, without the political machine, and his conspiracy for perfection, being suddenly discovered, appeared, in the usual public treatment of such things, a sordid intrigue, a threatening of the integrity of his party. Like passionate letters read out in the Divorce Court, all the fine aspirations and ideals of his dream lay soiled in the dust of political controversy. He had worn himself out, and used up his energy, and had none left with which to fight injustice and misunderstanding. He made no complaint, acted like a good soldier with loyalty and submission to his leader-and disappeared forever from the forefront of the battle. So that we do not greatly exaggerate when we write of the *tragedy of success."

A good deal has been written about George Wyndham as a man of letters; and it is true that if he had made literature his career he might have brilliantly adorned it. “Might," we say, because it is seldom that anyone who lives as vividly as he did can preserve much to put into literature. A man must either write greatly or live greatly: he can seldom do both. If you live a thing you do not write it; if you write it, you do not need to live it. His actual achievements in literature are scarcely more than the charming recreations of an accomplished dilettante. He liked to show that he could do everything. In many things he was as simply and engagingly vain as a child. He knew so well how everything ought to be done, and he had such a perfect instinct for style, that he felt he could do everything; and he often used to say "If I could have given my time to poetry"-or soldiering, or forestry, or editing, or social


ism, as the case might be "what a poet, soldier, forester, editor, or socialist I should have been!" His talk when he was inspired or stimulated was the most remarkably rapid play of invention and fantasy, always charmingly addressed to the listener as to an intellectual or sympathetic equal, who would receive his ideas in shorthand, as it were, without having them elaborately developed. Such talk could not always be profound or even wise; but it was always dazzling. And always when one was with him there was the sense that things were happening, that one was in the very centre of wbat was happening, that one was at the top, so to speak, and that everything that happened was happening in the world beneath. Such persistent brilliancy is apt sometimes to be a little frothy, and is far from being an unmixed blessing to any man. In his case one could only say that it was irresistible, and fall gladly beneath his spell. But there was a deeper side to George Wyndham than those who were only dazzled by him would ever know -a generosity and kindness, a fine quality of soul, an essential benevolence, a desire to achieve that which would really benefit the poorer and more sorrowful of mankind-such qualities, in fact, as go to the making, and will remain as typical of, a great gentleman. We are reminded in taking leave of him of the character outlined in Meredith's sonnet "To a Friend Lost."

"When I remember, friend, whom lost

I call Because a man beloved is taken hence, The tender humor and the fire of

sense In your good eyes; how full of heart

for all, But chiefly for the weaker by the wall, You bore that lamp of sane benevo

lepce, Then see I round you Death his shad.

ows dense

Divide, and at your feet his emblems

fall. O surely are you one with the white

host, Spirits whose memory is our vital air, Through the great love of Earth they

had, lo! these, The Saturday Review.

Like beams that throw the path on

tossing seas, Can bid us feel we keep them in the

ghost, Partakers of a strife they joyed to






Sir Edward Grey has the valor not will between the British and American of ignorance, but of an incorrigible op- Governments and peoples, I should timism. It is the price that he and have thought we had had enough of every man has to pay at times for the these diplomatic breakdowns, and that possession of ardent ideals. One of even Downing Street by now had been Sir Edward Grey's ideals—he gave convinced of the impossibility of confine and . memorable expression to cluding any Arbitration Treaty with it in speech in the House the United States that is worth the of Commons in March, 1911—is the paper it is written on. conclusion of an effective Treaty of Three attempts have been made in Arbitration between Great Britain and the past sixteen years, and every one the United States. I do not quarrel of them has miscarried. The Olneywith that Ideal, though I believe it to Pauncefote Treaty of 1897 was be superfluous, and I know it to be un- jected by the United States Senate attainable. But I do quarrel with Sir outright; the Hay-Lansdowne Treaty Edward for striving after it just now of 1904 was gutted by amendments; in public, and with an unfortunate and the Knox-Bryce compact of 1911 precipitancy.

was done to death in an equally deAt the banquet given in honor of the cisive fashion. Presidents Cleveland, new American Ambassador recently, McKinley, Roosevelt, and Taft have the Foreign Secretary said: “I should each done what they could to overcome like to assure Mr. Page that if-as I the permanent and, in my belief, the suppose will be the case seeing that insuperable obstacle to any and every his Government has taken an initiative Treaty of Arbitration worth having of its own in the matter—if he comes

between Great Britain, or any other to us with proposals arising from the country, and the United States; and desire of his Government to find some each has hopelessly failed. way of making more remote the appeal If President Wilson is now smitten to blind force between nations, he will with the same, or a similar, ambition, find in this country, and from the Brit- he will, I hope, be politely referred to ish Government, a ready response." the experience of his predecessors be

That of course is more than an invi- fore we agree to countenance and assist tation; it is a direct incitement to Mr. his vain endeavor. With their record Bryan and to every British and in the matter we might well, as it American sentimentalist to proceed to seems to me, rest resignedly acquiesengineer another Anglo-American cent. Certainly no Englishman can fiasco. As one who sets a value that wish to have his country and Governcan scarcely be exaggerated upon good ment again occupying the ludicrous


position in which they found them- time, and well remember with selves last year, when the Senate killed what sardonic amusement and amazethe Treaty that had been negotiated ment the "man in the cars" watched by Mr. Knox and Mr. Bryce.

transports and demonstrations; Just recall some of the incidents of how coolly and with what an entire that famons farce. President Taft absence of gush the whole scheme was towards the end of 1910 threw out taken by American opinion; how the some unofficial suggestions for an un- Irish-Americans and the Germanlimited and automatic Arbitration Americans rallied in force against it Treaty. There is some reason to think and succeeded in turning various peace that he never meant them to be treated meetings in New York into miniature as specific proposals, and that his hand riots; and with what scientific preciwas forced by the unlooked-for effu- sion the Senate set about their foresiveness of Sir Edward Grey's re- seen, predicted, and inevitable mission sponse. “I suppose I must go on with of smashing the unhappy Treaty to it now," was the remark attributed to pieces—just as they will smash any him when our Foreign Secretary in- Treaty to pieces that interferes in any sisted on taking his utterance as the way with their final control of foreign basis for formal negotiations.

affairs. Well, he went on with it, and so did And that was only a year ago. Yet we. Great Britain, indeed, was stirred here is Sir Edward Grey indefatigable, almost to delirium. The ideal which Mr. undismayed, and with a more than Taft was understood to have outlined Christian forgiveness or forgetfulness, was championed in innumerable leading spurring on the two nations to engage articles, was applauded from every plat- in another furious wrangle over their form, was preached on in churches of friendship and their devotion to peace all denominations. The Opposition and to each other. So I suppose we ranged themselves at once with the must work up steam again and hold Government in their desire to give more.meetings at the Mansion House, effect to it. The Prime Minister spoke and humor Mr. Bryan, and cheerfully of it as "a step immeasurable in extent, negotiate another instrument for the incomparable in significance, in the Senate to emasculate at its pleasure. onward progress of humanity”; and a Yet it seems an odd moment to be great meeting attended by the leaders indulging in any such antics. For one of both parties and of all sects assem- thing, the Arbitration Treaty that was bled in the Mansion House to acclaim concluded in 1908 between Great

Britain and the United States has just Sir Edward Grey soon afterwards expired. It is about as limited as any pointed out amid enthusiastic cheers Treaty of the kind can be that is to that any such Treaty as was contem- retain even a spark of vitality. It is plated necessarily carried with it confined to differences of a legal naBritish acceptance of the Monroe Doc- ture, or relating to the interpretation trine; and that everything might be of existing Treaties. Yet, restricted as done to clear the path, we actually in- it is, the Senate is at this moment serted in the Anglo-Japanese Alliance hesitating to renew it; and it is hesia clause making it inoperative in the tating because it fears that its renewal case of any Power with which London might involve the submission of the or Tokyo had concluded a general Panama Canal question to arbitration. Treaty of Arbitration.

It is mere cynicism to suggest that Mr. I was in the United States at the Bryan might well take steps to secure


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