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There are a t least nine and ninety ways of demonstrating to anybody with the mind to follow the utter
fallacy of the Referendum. Neither in theory, nor in
practice, nor even in the form of a compromise, can it
be maintained or tolerated for a single moment. O nt h e
very lowest grounds of commonsense it can. be conclusively proved to be actually ridiculious. For example.
I t is proposed that the Referendum shall be applied,
over the heads of the representatives, in what, in the
accepted phrase, are called grave issues. Very well.
What is the very gravest issue that can conceivably
come before Parliament for decision, and on which there
may be sufficient difference to warrant a Referendum, if
such a proceeding were a rule? Obviously the gravest
of all issues is whether in any particular conjunction of
circumstances the nation shall or shall not go to war.
In comparison with that issue every other issue, constitutional o r legislative, is minor, a s everybody will
agree. But for reasons plain enough even to the
Nation, it is precisely on that gravest of all issues
that a Referendum would not and could not be taken.
The veryidea of it is ridiculous. Mr. Balfour would
submit Home Rule and Tariff Reform to a plbiscite,
but he would not undertake to submit the decision of
war to a plbiscite. He would be a raving pedant if he
did. Not even on an electioneering platform would he
pledge himself to do it. Yet it is implied in all this talk
of a Referendum that the statesmen who may and must
be trusted to risk involving the nation in a war, and to
d o so without consultation directly with the people, are
quite unfit to be trusted out of the leading strings of a
fussy and suspicious electorate in matters of infinitely
less concern to the nation than war. The question to
ask of Referendum maniacs is therefore this, and the
more publicly it is asked the better: Would you be in
favour of submitting the decision of war to the Referendum; and if not, why not? That, we imagine, would
end the matter for people of mere commonsense.
W h a t is the essence of democratic government? Certainly it is not government by the people. Government by the people is an unthinkable proposition to
apply to modern states, I t is applicable, no doubt, to
village communities where communal decisions can
actually be arrived at in the sight and hearing and with
the consent and under the direction of all the people.
Doubtless, also, it is a condition of affairs to which the
world will ultimately revert under Communism. But
here and now in states such as exist under our noses
it is absurd to speak of Government by the people
as if it had any sense in that form a t all. What,
plainly, it means, and what alone it can possibly mean
for u s is Government by the people through their
chosen representatives. The phrase, in fact, is mere
shorthand for a definition of Representative government. With that addition implied it is intelligible.
Without it, the phrase is meaningless.
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THE QUEST.
We sailed in haste from the narrow townW h a t did it know of the dreams we dreamed?By the caked, mud flats where the sun went down
In the dull, blood haze, and the sea-fowl screamed.
Folly, it jeered, for folly it seemed
To hearts too old and wise to respond
To the vision we knew that beckoned and gleamed
In the unknown seas and the worlds beyond.
Wind and sun and the open sky,
Strange, hushed seas where the dawn lamp hung
Like a carven pearl, and the noons went by,
And the sunsets burned, a s ever we swung
Onward still, and the great stars clung
Low in the gloom of the lustrous nights,
And the velvet stain on the waters flung
Held drifting colours and magic lights.
E. G. BUCKERIDGE.
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8, 1910.
Foreign Affairs.
By S. Verdad.
HERR LEDEBOUR is a n important personage in the
ranks of the German Social Democrats, and it is unfortunate that he should be so well noted for his tactlessness. His latest and probably most tactless action
is that which is reported as having taken place when
the Reichstag proceeded to interpellate the Government
on the subject of the Kaisers divine right. When the
Chamber had recovered from the shock of hearing the
present Chancellor, Dr. von Bethmann-Hollweg, specifically repudiate the explanation given by his predecessor, Prince von Buelow, together with the alleged
guarantees given by the Kaiser to restrain himself in
future, it received an even greater shock when Herr
Ledebour admitted that what his party really wanted
\vas a Republic.
The, scene that followed was just what might have
been expected. The Berlin papers, Conservative and
otherwise, mention the rapidity with which Herr Ledebour s colleagues lowered their eyebrows and assumed
an air of indifference a s they heard their colleague pronounce the fatal words. They endeavoured to make
it appear that they had no further interest whatever
in Herr Ledebour. And, of course, the Centre and the
Liberals, in fact, every non-Socialist group in the
Reichstag, made haste to avow their loyalty to the
Emperor William. Those very members who, not
half-an-hour previously had been calling for the
Kaisers head, were ready to g o to any lengths to defend him from the wicked Socialists.
The entire
debate, which promised so well, and which, properly
handled by experienced parliamentarians, would have
led to momentous consequences, fizzled out and ended
in a complete fiasco.
The fact is, of course, the the monarchical instinct
is more strongly developed among the Germans than
any other nation in the world; and the mere sound of
the word Republic is sufficient t a turn indifference for
the Kaiser into sympathy for him. To let the cat out
of the bag a t such a juncture was a bad piece of electioneering tactics; for in the campaign preceding the
pollings of next spring the anti-Socialists are not likely
to omit the use of this useful political ammunition.
The Berliner Tageblatt, indeed, has already practically admitted defeat, and even Vorwarts is discreetly
silent.
Let no one overlook what was decided a t this meeting
of the Reichstag a few days ago. The Kaiser, it was
said beforehand, had given great off ence throughout the
country because in several of his later speeches he had
laid special emphasis on his government of Prussia by
divine right. This utterance was felt to be entirely out
of harmony with modern democratic thought, and it
was maintained for several days previous to the assembling of the Reichstag that not only the Socialists,
but also those members who might be described as
Liberals and Radicals, were determined to put a stop
to this sort of thing by insisting that the Emperor
should keep the promise he made two years ago.
Now, the Chancellor not only threw over this promise
and denied that it had ever been made, but he also
made it clear in addition, that the Hohenzollerns had
built up Prussia, and that, while the representatives of
the family had every claim on the Prussians, the Prussians themselves had none on the Hohenzollerns.
Now, this doctrine, far from being derided, was
accepted. Then came the Socialist leaders demand for
a Republic, followed by an outbreak of hostility against
them in the Chamber and, later o n in the country.
Readers of the Editorial Notes in this journal have
been warned against accepting the decisions of a
scratch parliamentary majority lest the measures passed
by it fail t o meet with the final and considered approval
of the electorate. A somewhat similar warning might
well be addressed to the German Social Democrats;
for, as I pointed out in these pages some weeks agothere is no occasion to shut our eyes to the factSocialism, as such, is making no progress in Germany.
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paper that would stoop to report a maudlin row, .provoked by a senseless hooligan joke, like that chronicled
by Mr. Kipling, must be on its last legs.
Fortunately for the honour of the Army, and of England-the part of England that does not pay taxes, but
only spends them-there
is a champion to meet the
traitor. And what a champion ! A soldier? Of course.
An officer? Guess again. The hero is, if our dazzled
eyes have read the magazine aright, a BrigadierGeneral only very slightly the worse for dining at the
mess ! The old warriors heart is full-the mess champagne was good. H e has watched his old regiment
throwing turnips till the happy tears have started to his
eyes.
In a burst of pardonable, or rather laudable,
emotion, he seizes the Fleet Street abortion and, less
pacific than a mere private, ducks him in a horse-trough,
having less confidence than Mr. Kipling in the light in
which the incident would strike the British reader.
And what is it that, aided by the mess champagne,
has so promptly stirred that aged, valiant heart? Is it
the spectacle of a successful meeting? Is it the absence
of all sense of humour on the part of his old corps; or
their childlike unintelligence? I t is nothing of these.
It is the harmless character of the combat that moves
him to ecstasy--at least that is what appears from his
not quite sober ejaculations.
W e say again, if the
Peace prize be not won by a tale like this, then the
Swedish Academy must come to the rescue, and reward
the author with a second tribute in the name of
I deal ism.
In calling this stupendous literary performance a
work of Eurasian genius, it is not suggested, of course,
that Mr. Kipling is a Eurasian in any other sense than
that in which every Anglo-Indian is more or less a
Eurasian, and particularly such as come of Anglo-Indian
families, are born in India, pass a few years of boyhood in England, and then return to India for their
career. The caste is becoming distinct to every observer, and no one has done more to make it so than
Mr. Kipling.
The well-bred man does not feel called upon to
assure every one he meets that he is a gentleman; and
in the same way the thoroughly white man does not
feel obliged to emphasise a t every turn the natural and
obvious difference between himself and the black. I t
is when East and West meet most nearly that the feeling of racial aversion is most strongly developed. Of all
writers on India Mr. Kipling enjoys the honour of being
most cordially disliked by the people of India, who, so
far from regarding him as a great Idealist, appear to
see in his work the glorification of everything that is
snobbish, brutal and soul-destroying.
In Anglo-Indian society, whether it be located at
Simla or a t Cheltenham, everyone not in the serviceaccursed word !-everyone not in receipt of the wages
of the taxpayer is assumed to be a bounder, unless
he has a title. In outlying districts, where white men
are few and the club is hard up for subscriptions, outsiders are admitted in the persons of journalists and
similar white trash; but it is an understood condition
that they shall respect the tone of the set which tolerates
them, and shall feign, if they do not feel, abasement in
the company of Mrs. Potiphar and Captain Gadsby.
Those w h oaccept toleration on the terms of unstinted
homage form a social caste with characteristics very
strongly resembling those of the Eurasian by blood.
They are more military than the military man-because,
after all, there are plenty of gentlemen in the army.
They try to get rid of the unofficial taint by the violence
of their loyalty to the official world. They exaggerate
a sentiment which is rather in need of correction.
Their patriotism is of the brand of the member of
Parliament-probably
a taxpayer-who waves a Union
Jack in the faces of Mr. Kiplings Eurasian schoolboys.
Mr. Kipling has satirised himself. He is for ever bringing out that flag and waving it in the faces of those who
have stitched every seam, before Eurasia was conquered by a commercial companys clerk.
A man of genius i s a king in his own right. H e is
the natural superior of all the subalterns and commissioners who were ever invented. I t is Mr. Kiplings
Modern Dramatists,
By Ashley Dukes.
( AAll rights reserved.)
XI .-Maeterlinck.
THEguileless have said that Maeterlinck belongs to
no period. This is because they have lost themselves
so completely in his mystical forests that they can no
longer see the wood of modernity for the trees of illusion. To them his magic is witchcraft. In seeking
the source of the rainbow, they have found nothing
but mist. Nevertheless, the period claims him. The
opportunity of realism comes with the age of false
romance. And, in the same sequence, there is a time
for magic. It is the hour when all the world is
matter-of-fact.
The early eighteen-nineties saw the advanced
theatre besieged by social dramatists. They formed
a European ring ; Ibsen, Strindberg, Tolstoy, Hauptmann, Henri Becque and the authors of the comedie
rosse. Their social gospel varied, but they all practised in common the outward technique of realism,
with its perfection of modern dialogue and setting,
T h e subject varied, too. Here it was the life of the
bourgeoisie, there that of the peasantry or the slums,
Social politics were touched upon, as in T h e
Weavers or An Enemy of the People. An atmo
sphere of moral indignation pervaded the stage. Society
was unmasked ; convention was exposed ; new
moralities were preached. Each author, mounting the
realistic steed, set off a t a gallop in pursuit of Truth.:
And truth was the actual, the existing fact.
This was the destined hour of the magician, and
Maeterlinck appeared.
The apparition was startling,
and some critics, seeking a pompous imbecility to cover
their Gonfusion, named him t h e Belgian Shakespeare.
In this fashion Tchekhov might be named t h e Russian
Ibsen, or Hugo von Hofmannsthal the Austrian
Dante. Such is the disintegrating force of the new
idea upon the mind of the expert labeller.
The originality of the earlier Maeterlinck was
marked in three respects ; in setting, subject and technique. I take them consecutively.
The setting was a t first sight unfamiliar and (to the
The peasant cottages
social politician) reactionary.
and middle-class parlours of the realist drama gave
place to dim halls of feudal castles, gloomy mediaeval
forests and battlefields remote from space and time.
The atmosphere was that of a dream-world with the
surface ethics of a barbaric age.
So far, however,
Maeterlinck might be said only to have rediscovered
the vessel of the old romance which had lain unused
so Iong.
The subject was more unfamiliar still. Dramatists
of all ages had been concerned to lay bare the motive
of human action. Even the playwright-manipulator of
the market place, endeavouring to conceal the strings
he pulled, alleged a motive for his puppets ; and the
modern realists, challenging the order of society,
sought the true motive of actual men and women.
Shaw, hurling the thunderbolts of his prefaces a t an
astonished Anglo-Saxon world, denounced the attempt
t o found our institutions upon the ideals suggested to
our imaginations by our half-satisfied passions, instead
of upon a genuinely scientific natural history. Motive,
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Island, on the sea coast. There are days, and sometimes whole weeks, when the nervous tension is maintained like the hum of a n electric battery attached to
the body.
*
An Englishman in America.
By Juvenal.
THEBowery is not far from Broadway, but t h e two
names represent two worlds.
Broadway stands for
the liberty of a cosmopolitan Republic; the Bowery
stands for the licence of a cosmopolitan proletariat.
There is a razzle-dazzle glare here, as in Broadway,
but the quality of the glare is on a lower level ; it is the
difference between gooseberries and grapes, t h e Seven
Dials and Piccadilly. No description of this quarter
could do the people justice. I have heard here German-American,
Irish-American,
Cockney-American,
New
York-American,
Yiddish-American,
DagoAmerican, Pidgin-English, and I dont know what
besides. If I were trying to describe the psychological
spirit of the place to a medical man I should liken it
to a seidlitz powder taken with a dash of rum, rhubarb, and red pepper, after a supper of Wiener
sausages and sauer-kraut.
T h e Bowery must not be confused with the Tenderloin District, which is to Broadway what a bolt of
lightning is to a midsummer nights dream. Broadway is the Milky Way of the American constellation.
But t h e Tenderloin is Venusberg minus the Tannhuser
music. People promenade on Broadway, stagger
through the Bowery, and drop into the Tenderloin.
But the drop is towards the bottomless pit.
***
New York inspires mixed sensations? The first feeling is one of intense strangeness; and no doubt it is
this feeling that carries so many visitors off their
feet. When the fly enters the parlour of the spider, the
fly IS surprised, then fascinated, then obfuscated. T h e
fly is surprised at the pretty parlour ; it finds the
drawing-room a dream, but it is carved in the diningroom and eaten in t h e boudoir. Speaking of edibles,
New; York offers everything the earth produces ; but
as for drinks I prefer the kind that come from Burton
and the country north of t h e Tweed, which is saying
I know the difference between tweedledum a n d
No, New York will never catch me
tweedledee.
napping on the d r i n k question. But this wonderful climate gives me a ravenous appetite, and I can
eat almost anything, and have already eaten almost
everything : clam chowder, clam fritters, hot cornh e a d , stuffed peppers, succotash, buckwheat pancakes, Wiener wurst, porter-house steak, Scotch
haggis, roast turkey with cranberry sauce, stewed
oysters as big as saucers, hare soup, a n d twenty-one
kinds of pie.
*
Standing outside a saloon in the Tenderloin, I discovered a huge negro discoursing to a small group. He
was alluding to Johnson, the winner of the g r e a t prizefight : D e m white fellahs dey layin low and sayin
nuffin dese days; we cullud folks aint a-takin nuffin
from d e pure white trash. Bet yo bottom dollah de
cullud people gwine g e t dere rights, a n don y o
fogit it. T h e two heroes in America have been,
during recent months, Roosevelt a n d Johnson. I have
a very pronounced feeling that the majority of the
people of New York regard t h e big negro as the better
man. New York worships bullion and big biceps.
There are many millionaires, but only one black champion, the black pearl of great price.
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Unedited Opinions.
III.-A New Aristocracy.
FROMyour remarks of the other day I gather that you
do not believe either in Nietzsches new aristocracy.
Not in Nietzsches, but in a new aristocracy I do.
What do you find wrong in Nietzsches conception?
I t is vulgar, reactionary, and puerile.
A Galatian condemnation. Rut in what respects
are Nietzsches views so bad?
First, he has the vulgar conception that noble
natures desire to rule, after the manner of historic
potentates.
Secondly, he would turn mens minds
back to the brutal days when the government of sheep
by dogs or of men by their masters was considered
natural and tolerable. Thirdly, he is puerile enough
to believe this reaction possible.
What was his fundamental error, then?
H e was led into his fundamental error by a prejudice against Christianity which he never attempted
to overcome, but which, o n the contrary, he allowed
to overcome him. Failing to perceive that the essence
of the Christian doctrine of nobility is respect for the
will in man (a far nobler conception than his own
doctrine) he put himself into antagonism not only with
the dogmatic husks of Christs doctrine, but with its
living kernel as well. In erecting his noble caste he
was therefore driven to devising a nobility which
Christianity had already made for noble natures
ignoble.
How would you distinguish between Nietzsches
pseudo-nobility and *the Chrilstian nobility ?
Not as Nietzscheans would have it, by attributing
sentimentality to the Christian view.
The Christian
view of what is noble is no more marked by sentimentality than Nietzsches view of what is noble is
marked, as he supposed, by realism,. In fact, it is
demonstrable that Nietzsches view of nobility is in
essence the vulgar view, since it requires to be recognised, acclaimed and submitted to by the many in order
to become conscious of itself.
Christian nobility, on
the other hand, is nobility that stands in no need of
public testimony. I t i s nobility, to use Nietzsches
own phrase, without witnesses.
Y o u still leave my mind unable to grasp the difference.
Well, to put it grossly, Nietzsches view of nobility
is of that which commands to service by the use of
force; Christs view of nobility is of something that
attracts to service by the manifestation of beauty.
The former is the view of the ordinary man of action ;
the latter is the view of the artist, and a s such to my
mind infinitely higher.
But in practice do you not admit Nietzsches view
to be more applicable to men as we know them?
If you say more usually applied or more superficially effective, I agree ; but I deny entirely that when
government by: persuasion and attraction is on rare
occasions actually seen in practice it is less efficient
even in appearance than government by force; or,
further, that government by force ever accomplishes
Force is only
more than the appearance of effect.
effective while it lasts, but persuasion retains its effect
when the cause has been withdrawn.
Everything you say turns, of course, upon your
contention ,that will is the sole motive of men.
I do not say the sole motive, but the only spontaneous, self-initiating and self-sustaining motive.
Whoever, therefore, desires to move men , effectively
must appeal to their will. In impelling that they produce the maximum effect with the minimum of effort to
themselves-surely
a noble desire !
Nietzsches
nobles, on the other hand, must needs be always on the
alert, like busy foremen, lest their subjects desert,
betray, or defraud them.
But, surely, effective overseeing is the only means by
which anything requiring the services of underlings
can possibly be got done?
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8, 1910.
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By
Jacob Tonson.
Neo-Impressionists
over which the culture of London is now laughing, has
a n interest which is perhaps not confined to the art of
painting. For me, personally, it has a slight, vague
repercussion upon literature. The attitude of the culture of London towards it is of course merely humiliating to any Englishman who has made an effort to
cure himself of insularity. It is one more proof that
the negligent disdain of Continental artists for English
artistic opinion is fairly well founded.
The mild
tragedy-of the thing is that London is infinitely too selfcomplacent even to suspect that it is London and not
the exhibition which is making itself ridiculous. The
laughter of London in this connection is just a s silly,
j u s t a s provincial, just as obtuse, as would be the
laughter of a small provincial town were Strausss
Salome,
or Debussys Pellas et Mlisande
offered for its judgment. One can imagine the shocked,
contemptuous resentment of a London musical amateur
(one of those that arrived a t Covent Garden box-office
a t 6 a.m. the other day to secure a seat for Salome )
at the guffaw of a provincial town confronted by the
spectacle and the noise of the famous Salome osculation. But the amusement of that same amateur confronted by an uncompromising Neo-Impressionist
picture amounts to exactly the same guffaw. The guffaw
is legal. You may guffaw before Rembrandt (people
d o !), but in so doing you only add to the sum of human
stupidity. London may be unaware that the value of
the best work of this new school is permanently and
definitely settled-outside London. So much the worse
f o r London. For the movement has not only got past
the guffaw stage; it has got past the arguing stage.
I t s authenticity is admitted by all those who have kept
themselves fully awake. And in twenty years London
will be signing an apology for its guffaw. I t will be
T h e writing will
writing itself down an ass.
consist of large cheques payable for Neo-Impressionist
pictures to Messrs. Christie, Mansom and Woads. London is already familiar with this experience, and doesnt
mind.
It is in talking to several of these painters, in watching their familiar deportment, and particularly in
listening to their conversations with others on subjects
other than painting, that I have come to connect their
ideas with literature. They a r e not good theorisers
about art; and I am not myself a good theoriser about
art; a creative artist rarely is. But they do ultimately
put their ideas intowords. You may receive one word
one day and the next next week, but in the end an idea
gets itself somehow stated. Whenever I have listened
to Laprade criticising pictures, especially students
work, I have thought about literature; I have been
forced t o wonder whether I should not have to reconsider my ideals. The fact is that some of these men
are persuasive in themselves. They disengage, in their
talk, in their profound seriousness, in their sense of
humour, in the sound organisation of their industry,
and in their calm assurance-they disengage a convincingness that is powerful beyond debate. An artist who
is truly original cannot comment on bootlaces without
illustrating his philosophy and consolidating his position. Noting in myself that a regular contemplation of
these pictures inspires a weariness of all other pictures
that are not absolutely first-rate, giving them a disconcerting affinity to the tops of chocolate-boxes or art
photographs, I have permitted myself to suspect that
supposing some writer were to come along and do in
words what these men have done in paint, I might conceivably be disgusted with nearly the whole of modern
fiction, and I might have to begin again. This awkward experience will in all probability not happen, to
me, but it might happen t o a writer younger than me.
At any rate it is a fine thought. The average critic
always calls me, both in praise and dispraise, photographic; and I always rebut the epithet with disdain,
because in the sense meant by the average critic I am
not photographic.
But supposing that in a deeper
sense I were? Supposing a young writer turned up and
forced me, and some of my contemporaries--us who
fancy ourselves a bit-to
admit that we had been
concerning ourselves unduly with essentials, that we
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had been worrying ourselves t o achieve infantile realisms? Well that day, would be a great and a disturbing day-for us. And we should see what we
should see.
REVIEWS.
By A. P. Grenfell.
Woodlands and Their Story.
By
Houghton Townley. (Methuen. I 5s.)
The title is unfortunate. Forest is strictly a legal or
historical term, and need not, as our author states,
imply so much as a single tree. In practice most of
one may be, and actually often is, unwooded, as we
see in the New Forest.
Used in a looser sense it
denotes any large tract of woodland together with the
waste and water within its boundaries.
Woodland
describes all land covered with woody growth, or more
widely any prospect where trees are the leading feature
in the landscape. For the author to confine himself
to a few well-known public and private forests, and,
apart from Burnham Beeches, to omit all reference to
such typical English woodlands, to name only a few, as
Highclere, Longleat, Cirencester, Woburn and High
Meadow Woods is misleading. Story, again, either
implies a fairly accurate account of their history, or
the, lessons we can learn from our forests in their
present condi tioa.
The forester in search of a convenient history, or
the antiquarian who would visualise the subject matter
of his records, has little to learn from this book.
Few artists other than Scene painters and caricaturists
would gather knowledge or inspiration from its plates.
In his title, as throughout the work, our author has
been misled by his constant leaning towards the
cheaply picturesque. Had he been less ambitious and
called his book Rambles with a Camera Through
Some English Forests-, by a Dweller in the Suburbs,
h e would have hit the mark, and one could have accorded his pretty photographs a fair meed of praise.
From this point of view the section on Burnham
Beeches is well done, although it is quite untrue to
say that it comprises within the small area of a
single wood nearly everything t o be seen in all the
forests of England, not even if he uses forest in
its narrowest legal sense. What Burnham Beeches does
show is nearly everything that can be seen in a neglected beech forest, which has had a long course of
bad treatment, followed by artistic (?) management.
The frontispiece is typical of Burnham Beeches, and
would be better but for the figures. The plate opposite
page 1 2 is good, and gives a fair idea of a decent
English beech wood. The intrusion of an obviously
posed figure is less out of place here than elsewhere.
Plates opposite pages 24, 28, 40, and 76 are good.
Plate 40 gives an excellent idea of birches ; 60 would
be good, too, but for a n unnecessarily large female
figure.
The author is most successful when those
he introduces are small and strictly subordinated to
the landscapes, like those in Near Mark Ash, New
Forest,) page 148, with their backs to the spectator.
This is a very good bit of woodland scenery, though
t h e camera has not treated it too well.
The best
effects are those of wood and water, page 5 2 , Hardicanutes pool, and plates page Go and 72, also page
168, a New Forest stream.
This is so largely because trees:naturally do grow in unruly fashion near
water. Where animal life is introduced-the
stag,
page 108 (if a single and not a double photograph),
New Forest ponies, page 132, the herd of deer, Long
Walk, Windsor, page 254, the sheep, Ashdown Forest,
page 292-not
only have clever photographs been
secured, but much happier effects than with the human
figure. This in nearly every case is self-conscious,
unduly prominent and quite of place, though it would
not have been quite so bad had the male been substituted for the female.
But his practice is better
than his precept : If you secure male models let them
be battered, ill-dressed, and as rustic a s possible.
This is probably not impertinence but the self-satisfied stupidity of the town dweller, who is unaware that
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the woodman is frequently a man in his prime, not illdressed, since rural wages are usually higher in wooded
districts, and an intelligent man in winter uses suitable clothes. The note of the forest is far more often
virile than feminine, or pathological, as opposed t o
that arboriculture or the study of . diseased and distorted trees, which is what we are mostly shown here
by way of woodlands or landscape gardening. Compare the ruined temple, Virginia Water, page 258
with the beech wood in Savernake Forest, page 274.
Contrast the studied artificiality of the one with the
massive vigour of the other, which gives an excellent
idea of what goes to make a forest (remember our
author is really dealing with forests), and the exuberant life in its serried ranks. Adequately to master
the artistic side of our forests and woodlands demands
more than a sense of the merely pretty and picturesque.
A sense of form is wanted, also some sympathy with
and understanding of the craftsmen, namely, foresters
and woodmen, who work therein. Of this there is no
trace or feeling throughout the work, but rather the
needless obtrusion of the obviously suburban female.
The greater number of plates consist of quaint, illtreated old beech pollards, with a few old oaks and
young birches. These have their uses and value a s
historical monuments, curiosities, or warnings, and,
when dealt with by a n artist like Mr. Rackham, for
their humour. They do not, however, constitute the
As well contend that the
whole of the beautiful.
denizens of a pauper hospital surpass a guards regiment in beauty and strength.
Mr. Townley, gives
himself away badly when he lays down : I t is amusing
to (talk trees with an expert, or even [mark the even]
with men who guard the forests. Enthusiasts as they
are all, they cannot for long grasp the notion that
the forest monsters can be judged only from the point
of view of beauty-, and it pains them to hear a tree
described as fine, when it is crooked, hollow, half-dead
and growing in a most unhappy situation. This, if
not a contradiction in terms, is the pert ignorance of
the townsman; he cannot see the wood for the trees.
Until he has some sense of a wood as a whole, a s
a living, breathing entity, let him cease to prattle
about forests and foresters, but stick t o his suburbs,
his London parks with their mediocre to fair arboriculture, and to his Burnham Beeches monstrosities.
Here again his compositions are better than his letterpress, and a careful study of plates, pages 12, 28, 180,
274, 302, may serve to indicate the right track. Plate:
page 303 is spoilt by the figure ; it is too Iarge not to
destroy the sense of mystery and too small to suggest
its own theme, for which literature-compare
Miltons
Allegro-is
a safer vehicle.
Contrast him with
Maeterlinck :
(Plant [the park] with beautiful trees, not parsimoniously placed as though each of them were an
object of art displayed on a grassy tray, but close together like the ranks of a kindly army in order of
battle. Trees never feel themselves really trees, nor
perform their duties unless they are there in numbers.
Then at once everything is transformed, sky and light
recover their first deep meaning, dew and shade return,
silence and peace find once more a refuge.
And again, of the common Scotch pine:(You can picture nothing to compare with the architectural and religious alignment of the innumerable
shafts shooting towards the sky, smooth, inflexible,
pu re.
Let him ponder these things-but except the beeches
and a few oaks-even the single trees he cannot see.
Ash and sycamore are not unimportant ; while the
first is abundant in the Forest of Dean, including the
neighbouring High Meadow Woods. This is curious,
since the ash, for photographic purposes, is the most
lovely of trees, and its strikingly feminine grace should
accord with his perhaps excessive appreciation of the
female figure. Other trees, such as thorns, holly and
wild cherry, though common in the forests he
purports to describe, are absent from his pages. Our
indigenous conifers, the juniper and the yew, are not
so much as mentioned.
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By
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Alfred E. Randall.
IS.
By Huntly Carter.
Newer Spiritualism. By Frank Podmore.
(Unwin. 8s. 6d.)
In this age of insipid fads, manias, eccentricities,
patent foods, and invasion scares, to be the founder of a
new ism, whether spiritualism, teetotalism, antediluvianism or any other ism appealing to the surviving
Plesiosaurian mind, is assuredly to be great. T h e
genealogy of the, ism is not difficult to trace. From
the newer ism it is but a step t o the new ism, and
but another t o t h e plain, unvarnished ism. Likewise
the descent of the ism is easy to predict. When we
had spiritualism no one doubted we were in for the
new spiritualism, or that the newer would come tripping lightly on the heels of the new. And here it is
according t o the late Mr. Frank Podmore, and t o all intents and purposes it offers a mortal insult to that which
it succeeds, and which is no longer immortal. For, if
we a r e to believe Mr. Podmore, spiritualism was but
a travesty of a travesty, while the newer i s but the
apotheosis of up-to-date witchcraft, to which one might
justly say, Break thou in pieces and consume to
ashes, thou foul, accursed minister of hell, during the
recital of which the offending brand of spiritualism
would of course vanish in a clap of thunder.
A
sudden icy breath then blows through the vault, and
the light goes out. In the darkness the Newer
Spiritualism is seen trying to get born with Mr. F. W.
Myers calling it to life with H u m a n Personality,
whilst Mr. Podmore stands by ready to slay the reanimated brazen snake called the souls immortality.
Ha is supported by physiologists, pathologists, and the
latest thing in mechanical psychologists, but nowhere
is t o be seen either the mystic o r metaphysician. And
he shares the limitations of his supporters, pretending
that it is possible to investigate and interpret the whole
range of human experience in the laboratory, the hospital and the asylum, and one can in fact weigh and
measure consciousness and subconsciousness much a s
recruiting sergeants weigh and measure a prospective
British army. This point of reasoning reminds one of
Mr. Benjamin Kidds pursuit of happiness which always
lies round the corner ready to bolt into the next street
directly the human race shows its nose. Mr. Podmores
pursuit of consciousness is similar. The greater part
of it lies not on the roof where Mr. Podmore was always
seeking it, but in the cellar where Mr. Myers is mostly
Iocated. In short, the examination of Mr. Podmores
volume is not a profitable undertaking. T h e best one
can say is that Mr. Podmores book constitutes a
painstaking survey of t h e history of Spiritualism, and
of the phenomena of the Newer Spiritualism. Judged
in the light of dispassionate reason, it is not a masterpiece of penetrating wisdom.
The
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By Stanley Morland.
An Eighteenth-Century
Marquise. By Frank
Hamel. (Stanley Paul. 16s. net.)
This is more than a biography of Voltaires mistress :
i t might almost be called a biographical dictionary of
everyone acquainted with her.
Scarcely a person is
mentioned without a summary of his or her history ;
and Mr. Hamel almost spoils his narrative by halting
to describe a t some length t h e courts of the Duchesse
du Maine and King Stanislas of Poland. The result
is that we know more than the simple story of the
Marquise du Chtelet and Voltaire: we have a biographical breviary of the company of the salons, t h e
cafes, and the courts, in the first half of the eighteenth
century. The a g e was as corrupt a s it was courtly and
cultured, Madame de Teucin, whose salon began with
t h e visits of Fontenelle, Lamotte, and Saurin, and
speedily became so famous that Mr. Hamel says t h a t
those who did not know the salon in the Rue SaintHonor did not know Paris : this woman, whose
company was largely composed of her lovers, who
instructed her successor, Madame de Geoffrin, never
to refuse a man, for, though nine in ten should not
care a farthing for you, the tenth may live to be a
useful friend, may be taken a s the extreme type of the
age. I t was an age when women were mathematicians,
and men were poets : when everybody was literary, a n d
in love with the wives or husbands of everybody else.
I t was an a g e when treatises on geometry were loveletters, and people fought duels over epigrams ; when
assignations were made in algebra, and epithalamia
could be spun out to a thousand verses at twenty sous
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In his researches into the history of womens emancipartion as recorded (chiefly in, the works of men) during
the last three centuries, Mr. Blease fails either to interest us much or to persuade our judgment. W h a t is
the use of rapidly summarising centuries in phrases, a
decade or so for each, even if quotations abound? The
method throws no real light on history, and strikes the
reader as perfunctory. And a s for Mr. Bleases judgment, what can we make of a professed feminist who
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Au Caf. picture.
I t came spontaneously, perhaps
-with much less effort than the other. I got my rich
colour with less labour. I t is a canvas full of inspired
devotion, beautifully painted, the merest touches suggesting something. That girls eye is wonderfully ex-pressed. The whole thing Iives and moves. Yes, I am
fully expressed in these two works. Do not look at those
sketches of subjects that I just drew in and rubbed in a
little colour. They ought not to be here, or a t least
should not be exhibited a s pictures. It does me no
.good. The directors ought to know better. I t is disgraceful. Czanne there is also an example of complete
self-expression and unselfish devotion.
His work,
too, exhibits ,all the difference between inspired vision
and interpretation, and scientific vision and interpretation. He knew the essential means to his end and
employed them and nothing more. Look a t his Les
Maisons, where the effect of a sullenstorm sweeping
down is so finely caught and expressed with such
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to g o on living in new forms. Let us violate the traditions of a r t ! Let us clear away the deadly obstructions
that others may see, as we do, the new growths! Let
us reveal vital principles that those t h a t come after
us may build enduringly! Let us see and do this
entirely in o u r own w a y ! This is all that the Postsavages are saying.
Their pictures will not be the
Many of them will not live,
pictures of t h e future.
except as records of a wonderful experiment. But the
principles they reveal will live, a n d upon them the
pictures of the future will be constructed.
T h e next
stage will be the restraint of the first wild impulse of
the post-savages and the elaboration of detail; a n d then
will come the larger beauty of simplicity and freedom.
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T H E PARTING OF T H E WAYS.
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T h e Parting of the Ways. One cannot say with equal
truth, as J. P. Benjamin does in opening, that Nothing
is more difficult than for a man who has never known
poverty to put himself in the place of the poor man. There
is one thing not simply more difficult but actually impossible, but which men are constantly pretending they- can
do, namely, put themselves in the place of women. That
Man is man, and woman is woman is too deep a truth
to admit of any mans arrogating to himself the power to
think womans thoughts, and so to give the world the benefit
of the dual point of view.
Of course J.P.B. knows this, and h e will, I hope, give us
a further article on T h e Parting of the Ways with his
clarity of thought and directness of expression brought to
bear on the male and female counterparts of the population.
Though there is something analogous in these two pairs of
opposite, unlike the prospects of the former, the approximation of the latter will not occur till we arrive, as
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