middle-class vulgarity of the building of Berlin ; the wide and restful beauty of Munich; the taste of beer; innumerable quiet, glittering cafés; the Ring; the swish of evening air in the face, as one skis down past the pines; a certain angle of the eyes in the face ; long nights of drinking, and singing, and laughter; the admirable beauty of German wives and mothers; certain friends; some tunes; the quiet length of evening over the Starnberger-See. Between him and the Cornish sea he saw quite clearly an April morning on a lake south of Berlin, the grey water slipping past his little boat, and a peasant-woman, suddenly revealed against apple-blossom, hanging up blue and scarlet garments to dry in the sun. Children played about her; and she sang as she worked... A cloud over the sun woke him to consciousness of his own thoughts; and he found, with perplexity, that they were continually recurring to two periods of his life, the days after the death of his mother, and the time of his first deep estrangement from one he loved. After a bit he understood this. Now, as then, his mind had been completely divided into two parts: the upper running about aimlessly from one half-relevant thought to another, the lower unconscious half labouring with some profound and unknowable change. This feeling of ignorant helplessness linked him with those past crises. His consciousness was like the light scurry of waves at full tide, when the deeper waters are pausing and gathering and turning home. Something was growing in his heart, and he couldn't tell what. But as he thought England and Germany', the word 'England' seemed to flash like a line of foam. With a sudden tightening of his heart, he realized that there might be a raid on the English coast. He didn't imagine any possibility of it succeeding, but only of enemies and warfare on English soil. The idea sickened him. He was immensely surprised to perceive that the actual earth of England held for him a quality which he found in A-, and in a friend's honour, and scarcely anywhere else, a quality which, if he'd ever been sentimental enough to use the word, he'd have called holiness'. His astonishment grew as the full flood of England' swept him on from thought to thought. He felt the triumphant helplessness of a lover. Grey, uneven little fields, and small, ancient hedges rushed before him, wild flowers, elms and beeches, gentleness, sedate houses of red brick, proudly unassuming, a countryside of rambling hills and friendly copses. He seemed to be raised high, looking down on a landscape compounded of the western view from the Cotswolds, and the Weald, and the high land in Wiltshire, and the Midlands seen from the hills above Prince's Risborough. And all this to the accompaniment of tunes heard long ago, an intolerable number of them being hymns. There was, in his mind, a confused multitude of faces, to most of which he could not put a name. At one moment he was on an Atlantic liner, sick for home, making Plymouth at nightfall; and at another, diving into a little rocky pool through which the Teign flows, north of Bovey; and again, waking, stiff with dew, to see the dawn come up over the Royston plain. And continually he seemed to see the set of a mouth which he knew for his mother's, and A-'s face, and, inexplicably, the face of an old man he had once passed in a Warwickshire village. To his great disgust, the most commonplace sentiments found utterance in him. At the same time he was extraordinarily happy... From his last prose writings . Un CELESTIAL gift of divine liberality, descending from the Father of light to raise up the rational soul even to heaven. doubtedly, indeed, thou hast placed thy desirable tabernacle in books, where the Most High, the Light of light, the Book of Life, hath established thee. Here then all who ask receive, all who seek find thee, to those who knock thou openest quickly. In books cherubim expand their wings, that the soul of the student may ascend and look around from pole to pole, from the rising and the setting sun, from the north and from the sea. In them the most high and incomprehensible God Himself is contained and worshipped. RICHARD DE BURY, 1281-1345, Philobiblon: translated by John Bellingham Inglis, 1832 INDEX OF AUTHORS, TITLES AND SOURCES ADAM OF EYNSHAME. (Englished c. 1480) The Monk awakes from his Vision (The 1482 edition of William de Machlines, chap. 181) ADDISON, JOSEPH (1672-1719) NO. Mr. Shapely (Spectator, No. 475) Will Wimble (ibid., No. 108) Sir Roger at Church (ibid., No. 112) Sir Roger goes to Spring Garden (ibid., No. 383) The Royal Exchange (ibid., No. 69) Westminster Abbey (ibid., No. 26) The Vision of Mirza (ibid., No. 159) ADLINGTON, WILLIAM (fl. 1566) Cupid and Psyche (The Golden Ass, Book V, sect. 22). The Magpie and the Eel, c. 1400 (The Knight de la Tour Landry, The Poetry of Gardening (The Carthusian, 1839). ARBUTHNOT, JOHN (1667-1735) The Christening of Martin Scriblerus (Memoirs of Martin ARNOLD, MATTHEW (1822-1888) Ideas in England (Essays in Criticism: Heinrich Heine) Milton (ibid., Second Series: II. Milton) ASCHAM, ROGER (1515-1568) Seeing the Wind (Toxophilus) From the Preface to The Schoolmaster' (The Schoolmaster). Lady Jane Grey (ibid.) Of Translation (ibid.) ATTERBURY, FRANCIS, BISHOP OF Rochester (1662-1732) 13 501 222 461 45 47 To his sick Daughter, about to rejoin him in his Exile (Episto- |