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get to the center (to be "in it"), ing to the explosions. Women with and the off-chance of being useful babies in perambulators charged along are each sufficient to overcome fear the pavement apparently as merry as in the Cockney. The Londoner may their infants, just as we have all seen call out for official protection, but he nurses at the seaside run to avoid a will not take common precautions. big wave, and as though a wetting, The authorities complain that if not destruction, was what the roaring warning be given, it will be regarded noise portended. Stout old gentlemen as a signal to rush into the streets, as well as boys climbed on to a wall see what can be seen, increase one's to see what they could, instead of experience, add to one's memories, taking cover. "Hardly safe in the and have a tale to tell when it is over. streets now!" said a workman, in a Now it cannot be denied that there is tone of something like exultation, in a side to all this light-hearted pluck a 'bus, listening with a face of cheerful with which we have no special need interest to the quick-traveling news to be pleased. On the other hand, which explained the thundery noise how terribly ashamed we should be if he had been describing.

He was an it were otherwise—if the hostile aero- elderly man, and seemed to feel that planes could drive us all to our holes, now he was "in it” like the youngest of empty the streets, and lead every them-almost at the front as it were. man, woman, and child to take the

A very real, if hardly conscious, desire precautions which it is the duty of to share the troubles of the soldiers all officials to scold and persuade them lies very near the spring of this feeling, into. This light-hearted courage of which is not, however, unconnected the public must sometimes, we think, with the alert determination of the seem to those upon whom the fearful Londoner not to be bored, to enjoy thunderbolt has fallen-those who whatever variety life sends him, even have seen the shattered bodies of though it be the risk of death. We their children carried out from the do not want to be grudging of praise, débris of a ruined school-as callous- but we should fall into the danger of ness. Common courage, the sort un- sentimentality if we regarded this tinged by conscious sacrifice, has in state of feeling as wholly new or wholly it such a streak. There is so little fine. It is partly new and partly refined gold in human nature. It laudable, but something of the same glitters in the quartz. We must not kind caused our grandfathers to attend expect to find it in the lump. Com- executions. plete sympathy and careless courage Another fact strikes us as bearing are found in great natures only; but upon the fearless attitude towards it must be remembered that the raids which is betrayed in the streets. coward's sympathy is useless, even Deep interest in a scientific novelty where it exists. Anyhow, there are plays its part, especially among mature vast numbers to whom the excitement people. Even righteous rage is for of a new danger would appear pleasure- the moment masked by it. The ignorable, and many others whose ordinary ant share to a great extent the timecomposure it is powerless to ruffle. spirit of the instructed. They know

During the raid which took place nothing about science, but they are on June 13th a young Lieutenant fascinated, just as the scientific men standing on one of the bridges read a are fascinated, by all mechanical motoring paper in the intervals of means of defying what seemed the looking out for the raiders and listen- laws of Nature. Miracles may be over, BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

but not the appetite of the populace for signs and wonders. Our own aeroplanes have, of course, become a familiar enough sight, but we do not see them at such fell work. That a thing in the sky, not much bigger than a bird, should be able to work havoc in a town thousands of feet below it is a phenomenon to strike both pity and fear into momentary abeyance. We are inclined to think that the wonders of the world strike the very young less than they strike the mature. They have not lived in a world which denied the possibility of what has now happened. Their memory does not carry them back to a time when such happenings were regarded by the oldfashioned as impossible, or by the more open-minded as very far off. In the young curiosity takes the place of astonishment. Watch children at a conjurer's entertainment. They would like to find out how he does it, but the marvel does not strike them. The sight of the familiar rabbit is greeted with more cheers than the most wonderful examples of sleight-ofThe Spectator.

hand. Youth longs for experience, but is often fearfully shocked by it. The sights they have risked their lives to see make a nerve-shattering impression upon them. In many ways they are more sympathetic than the old. "What fearful things are in the world,” they say to themselves in horror. They cannot add, as their elders do: “But that grim knowledge is nothing new; it has been with us for years." With the curiosity of the good young goes an ardent desire to be of service. The old realize their own unimportance or impotence against fate.

In considering the facts and emotions which may explain the form of gallantry which the civilian population of London seem always ready to evince one cannot leave out of count the attraction of the tragic, which shows far more in the uneducated than the educated. It has something to do with the spirit of art, which finds other outlets in the learned. It has roots, too, which we dare not dig up, somewhere in a savage past.



“Russia of Yesterday and Tomorrow" by Baroness Souiny (The Century Co.) is not a history, or a political study, but vivid and intimate description of Russia and the Russians as seen from the inside, by one who is herself a Russian, yet who has a knowledge of other countries and peoples wide enough to admit of just estimates and comparisons. She writes with ease and confidence, sometimes lightly and humorously, sometimes with almost dramatic force, of the plots and counterplots which went on in court circles, of the spies and conspirators in high offices, of the Grand Duke Nicholas and the reasons for his dismissal, of Count

Witte and his political strategy, of Rasputin and his mysterious influence, of the widening gulf between the Tsar and the Russian people, and of the great upheaval which, almost in a single day, overthrew the Romanoff dynasty, sent the Tsar and Tsarina to prison, and brought Russia to a state of near-anarchy. Timely and illuminating, and of absorbing interest from the first chapter to the last, the book is an important contribution to the history of the period, and an aid to the understanding of the Russia of yesterday, even though it leaves the Russia of tomorrow a subject of doubt and conjecture. There are sixteen illustrations from photographs.

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CONTENTS 1. Thoughts on the Russian Revolution. By Stephen Graham

LONDON QUARTERLY REVIEW 451 II. The Dawn of the Air Age. By Claude Grahame-White and Harry Harper CONTEMPORARY REVIEW

459 III. Christina's Son. Book II. Chapters VI

and VII. By W. M. Lelts. (To be

466 IV. The Question of Alsace-Lorraine.

Ernest Lavisse and Christian Pfister FORTNIGHTLY REVIEW 474 V. Foul Weather. By Fleet Surgeon

CORNHILL MAGAZINE 483 VI. The Raid. By 0. C. Platoon

CHAMBERS'S JOURNAL 488 VII. Food and the Frenchwoman. By Marie Belloc-Lowndes

NEW WITNESS 493 VIII. Popular English Literature Today

SATURDAY REVIEW 496 IX. Towards Industrial Peace

ECONOMIST 499 X. The Infanticide

PUNCH 501 XI. The Evolution of Emma. By G. K. Chesterton

NEW WITNESS 502 XII. The Daughter Question

SPECTATOR 505 XIII. In the Name of Charity


A PAGE OF VERSE. XIV. In Memoriam. By Frederick Niven .

SATURDAY REVIEW 450 XV. The Cuckoo in Camp. By Eric Parker





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