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snuggery, decorated with guns, fishingrods, and pipe-racks, that he calls his study, for the profound modifications which have taken place in an institution which was to him, as it had been to his forefathers, all that Greeks and Persians once found in the Delphic oracle. Delane's consummate knowledge of human nature, Continental as well as English, his intellectual force, his detestation of everything comprehensively denounced by him as "plunging," operated as a steadying not less than an instructing influence at all seasons of national anxiety or peril. His immediate successor,

Thomas Chenery, long trained in the Delanian methods, not only carried on the great tradition by combining in his articles caution with authority, but invested the paper with a new attraction in the shape of an almost daily lighter article to relieve the severity of political discussion.

The illustrious and puissant associations of Printing House Square will always suffice to make the journal proceeding from it a power. The representative character of the letters to the editor and the accuracy and actuality of its foreign correspondence still give it a place above most of its contemporaries. Abroad it is still regarded as speaking with official weight and as being in the innermost secrets of successive Governments. But this is a poor setoff against the loss to the English-speaking world of the really national position which the “Times" first gained in 1784, under the second John Walter, with John Sterling as his second in the editorial command. What it then became, it remained till its very identity was threatened by incorporation into a group of newspapers, all bearing the impress of one controlling mind. This is a matter in The Quarterly Review.

which what has happened abroad not only doubles domestic experience, but deepens the reason for misgiving at the practical monopoly of the press long aimed at, in this country, now for the first time almost achieved by a few great proprietors. The group of Hearst papers in the United States is the bestknown as well as most alarming instance of a journalistic process, which has been completed on the other side of the Atlantic some time since and is now steadily advancing towards perfection here.

In the long run, it may be said, every public has the newspapers it deserves or demands. On such a subject the susceptibilities of a prejudiced and unprogressive minority may perhaps some day be considered. One is disposed to wonder whether the American example must be permanently and minutely followed by a further increase of the space given to pictorial advertisements, with the result that posturing women, in various stages of dress or undress, start up in the middle of Parliamentary debates; while the latest chapter of the current diplomatic record, to the perplexity of all who read it, is diversified by vignettes, each of which, in the newspaper phrase, “tells its own story,” of ladies or housemaids excruciated by backache, and of archers only less deadly than death itself shooting arrows poisoned with uric acid into the defenseless persons of the children of toil or the representatives of the rich and great. There is a place for all things, but these interpolations are as odious as the electric advertisements of bovril or whisky which disfigured our streets before the war, and prove only too clearly that journalism has sunk, or at least is in danger of sinking, from a liberal profession to a branch of business.

T. H. S. Escolt.


They, the brother and sister, were twins, and as children, they had loved one another. Indeed, in after life, although their paths led them apart, it was these days of childhood to which they looked back with the greatest pleasure and affection.

There was nothing much to remember, of course, but that was one of the sources of their delight. The old nursery with the big screen, all covered with pictures clipped from better places and stuck on with an incoherent dreaminess. They remembered that, and the valance which hung down from the bed in which they slept, and which did for a front door to a play mansion or the bosky draping of a lion's den. They remembered the blowing fields of grass in which they could lie hidden from nurse, and over which the aircraft of the summer butterflies with painted wings went with uncertain flight, over which the larks went up and frittered away their stray notes in the morning sunshine. These were the pictures in the book of their memories. But there were dark and blotted pages too. The illness and death of Jessie, a sister a little older than the twins. The "hush” in the house. The delicate walking even of the servants, as if fear was behind them. The best tin soldiers, lancers with lances which would break off-which were seldom seen-had been given to them to play with, “to keep them quiet," and the "hush" had fallen on their little spirits, and they felt, even when playing with the soldiers, as if they were going to weep, but they didn't know why. But after that silent time they remembered a dull white morning when they were taken to the room where she was lying, whiter than the morning, on the bed. And they were held up in someone's arms to kiss her, and, after that, they

saw her on the same bed, but she was dead and cold, and some snowdrops lay on her breast. Then they saw the great hearse, with six black plumes which nodded grimly in the air, and they were at the window over the porch and saw the coffin put into the great black coach, and the horses wore black trailing skirts, and then it drove away, and somebody said, “You'll never see Jessie again," and the tears came, and even the lancers had no claims upon them that day. These were the sort of memories that they had in common.

But, of course, these were quite early in the book. Later there came the time when he went to school with a great knot in his throat and knuckles in his eyes-because he was not going to cry like a baby. Later it was college claimed him, and all these years he saw less and less of his sister, for although he was half of herself, he was the brave, clever half, and did well at school and college.

Then he entered the profession of the law, and married, and his wife, as wives will, looked down on his relations. She remembered her sister-in-law's birthday because it was the same day as her husband's, and sent her a gift, something that was of use, which was almost in the nature of a charity. These, and an occasional letter, which was gossipy but distant, was all the intercourse they had. He was so busy with his profession-he would have forgotten his wife if he had not met her at meals—but he was gratifying his ambition. He had a great practice, which took up all his time, and although he used to be a reader of books, he read nothing now but Briefs and papers. He used to delight in the theatre, and when a boy had had an idea of going on the stage himself.



Now he never went "to the play," or reunited in their age. But it wasn't if on occasion his wife's persuasions the same thing at all as they had anticprevailed and he went, he saw no fun ipated. He had a feeling of tolerant or pathos in the tawdry piece.

pity for his provincial sister. She had But you see he was on the high-road a distant respect for her brother, the to success. He thought of politics, Judge. There

very little in not as a citizen's duty to his country, common now. He sometimes spoke not as a science, but as a means to of an interesting case—and she lent his end, a place on the Bench; but him her attentive ear, but a quite he was too busy for politics, and a puzzled understanding, and although time came when, for lack of someone she echoed him when he said, "How who had "served his party,” a Govern- interesting!" she did not know where ment recognized his position at the the interest came in. He, on the other bar by promoting him. It was not hand, had forgotten even the name of very long after he was made a Judge Mr. Sharpe, the country lawyer, who that his wife died, while he was on had recently died, and whose will in circuit, and one of the things that favor of a charity was being disputed surprised him was that his grief was by his greedy relations. Now that not so poignant as he would have she thought interesting. He was quite expected. He recalled their marriage polite when she asked if he remembered of love or convenience, for her father the Misses Blackstock, and how one

a solicitor; called her, as he of them had cancer and died, and blew his nose, an excellent woman; another of them had the disease and showed the outward form of grief, a kept all knowledge of it from the third broad hatband; and returned to cir- sister for years, so as not to worry cuit, and assured his colleague, who her. But, in truth, he had forgotten was with him, that it was a blessing all about those prim old ladies, and at such a time to have work to take when she told him how even now tho one's thoughts off one's irreparable-- third sister was dead and gone, he and he repeated it—"irreparable loss." said, “How sad!" but really he thought

It was when the circuit was over it quite natural that a woman should and he was back in London in his big die when she came to eighty. house, with its gaunt, empty rooms,

Thus it was that the big house was and stairs which echoed solemnly to rather empty still, and the long table, one's steps, and a long table at meals, which was laid for dinner and glittered and no one but himself to sit at it- with silver as the candle flames, in that he thought of his sister, his twin their little petticoat shades, flickered, sister, and made up his mind to ask was very silent still. And the Judge her to come to keep house for him. It kept wondering why it was that the would be a charity to her, he thought, companionship with his twin sister and then, with better taste, he repudi

not more intimate, why they ated the word "charity" and said to couldn't be to each other now what himself "a kindness."

they had been in their old days. He So the invitation was sent, and she, reasoned about it, and when after praying over it--for she remem- reasons about affections, it's like a bered the religion that he in his busy coroner's jury sitting on a corpse. and useful life had forgotten-made But the Judge caught cold, and had up her mind that it was her duty to to go to bed. Indeed, the cold became go to her brother, for he must be so lonely. worse and ripened into pneumonia

Thus it came about that they were and pleurisy, and there were quite



lugubrious consultations over his case in the great library, which was doubly walled with lath and plaster, and with law books containing more than the wisdom of the ancients. Sir Boothby Brock was one of the consultants, and Sir Lowcock Jebb was another, and the Judge's ordinary doctor was quite flattered to be in consultation with such great men, who were perhaps behind the age in science, but were up to the times in aplomb. It was obvious to his anxious sister, who was jealous of the servants, for she would do everything for her brother, the Judge, herself, that the matter was serious. But the provincial woman was forgotten in the emergency, and a sister, the twin sister, was there beside his bed. Oh, how she pestered God with her prayers, but she did not let these interfere with her constant attendance at the sick bed. Indeed, when one of the doctors suggested a nurse, she was angry, and looked at him with a dagger glance which pricked his aplomb. When her brother's breath

slow and labored, any effort of the patient was a pain in her heart. She had forgotten that he was a Judge. She had dropped all her respect, and had her own way firmly as to the pillows and poultices. But she was not in the great gaunt house in the Square, but back in the old

nursery with its screen, and the hayfields and the spring days with their magic primroses and the first butterfly trying its callow white wings in the golden sunshine. And strange to say, when the disease got worse, when the poor put-upon lungs could not wash with air the blood that was galloping through the course of his pulses, his mind began to wander, but it too wandered back to the old days. All his great cases were forgotten. He might never have donned the black cap to the terror of the criminal trembling on the edge of a grave; he might never have been a successful lawyer with great fees and resounding reputation; no, all these poor memories were gone from his blood-poisoned brain; and he was a boy again, and back at the old place. He wept over the white dawn and Jessie's death, he shivered at the ominous shaking of the plumes of the dreary ebony hearse; but then he remembered his twin sister, and the days roofed with larks or the nights pierced with prickly stars, and he called for her, in his delirium they called it-by her old nursery name. And then—was he light-headed?-he cried, “Kiss me! kiss me!" and she bent down and kissed him, and a hot tear fell on his face which was beginning to get cold—so cold.

Guy Fleming.




(Will you permit me to suggest to It is not easy to understand the your readers that the time is now ripe, opening of a discussion in the critical and that it would be a thing agreeable to days of a great war on the position ocour friends and Allies, the Republican cupied by the sovereign in our constitudemocracies of France, Russia, the tional system. The question of monUnited States, and Portugal, to give archy has not been debated for many some clear expression to the great volume years.

On the last occasion-some of Republican feeling that has always forty-five years ago—when the House existed in the British community?–Mr. of Commons tested the exact level to H. G. Wells, The Times, April 21, 1917.] which republican sentiment had risen

in English political society, only three other was as certain as the rising of members acknowledged their pref- tomorrow's sun." erence for the republican form of At home there were special and conGovernment. Mr. John Bright was tributory causes upon which the reasked at the time what he thought of publican evangelists relied. The prorepublicanism, and the reply of that longed mourning of Queen Victoria doughty demagogue is worth quota- for her German consort had been tion. To a correspondent he wrote as associated with Her Majesty's withfollows: “As to opinions on the ques

drawal from nearly every public aption of monarchy or republicanism pearance of sovereignty, and had I hope and believe it will be a long time involved her in a widespread unpopubefore we are asked to give our opin- larity. The masses were easily led to ion. Our ancestors decided the matter inquire for what purpose the stately a good while since, and I suggest that symbols of royalty existed when the you leave any further decision to our throne was deserted. Their attention posterity.” The answer was complete. was directed to the magnitude of the The time had not arrived. There was Civil List and to the multiplication of then no practical issue as to the relative palaces that were never used, and of advantages of monarchy and republic. Court officials who were never seen. To those whose memories do not reach Inverting the neat language of Volinto this past history, it may be of in- taire's letter to Madame Necker, it terest to learn that there had been an might have been said: "Il ne fallait agitation in the great towns of the aux Romains que panem et circenses: country in favor of the logical superior- il nous suffit de panem, nous avons ity of the republican theory, and that retranché circenses." the flame had been fanned into a In due course a motion appeared on momentary flicker by the contempla- the order paper of the House of Comtion of two great causes. The success of mons, inquiring into the manner in the Northern States of the American which the income and allowances of Union had proved the stability of the the Crown were expended. The debate American Republic, and had estab- on this was at once a farce and a tulished the ability of democracy to wage

mult. Mr. Gladstone was copious and a long and victorious war. Indeed, the vehement, and the Speaker impotent: transatlantic republican system had while the subject itself never attained been substantially strengthened by the even the decent hearing of a purely ordeal. On the other hand, Imperial speculative and abstract question. France had gone down before the in- Ultimately, the wild excesses in Paris vaders of 1870, and the corrupt ma- and the nation's anxiety over the chinery of a pinchbeck Empire had Prince of Wales' illness combined to given place to a republic. English bring the movement to a standstill. democrats applauded the struggles of By degrees Queen Victoria recovered the French republicans, and talked her popularity. Slowly emerging from loudly of their meritorious example. her retirements in the Highlands and They thought that sentiment would the Isle of Wight, she at length rebecome a principle, that theory would appeared in her capital, and from the develop into practice. A prominent date of her first Jubilee until her death writer of the day-Mr. Frederick in the second winter of the South AfriHarrison-declared that “the adoption can War she enjoyed such universal by the English people of the republican love and admiration as made her the form of Government at some time or cynosure of every European Power.

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