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Vignettes
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A
Miniature Journal of
Whim
and Sentiment
By Hubert Crackanthorpe
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John Lane
The Bodlcy Head

London and
New
1896
York
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ATVILLEthe roof of the ruined church
ON
we
basking amid the hot,
lay,
powdery heather
neath
us
the cinder-coloured
town
roofs of the
flattened out
be-
ragged patch of dead,
decayed colour, burnt, as
it
seemed,
out of the rank, luscious green of the
Rhone
Overhead, a thick,
valley.
blue sky
hung heavy, and away and
away, into the steamy haze of mid-day

heat,
the Tarascon
filtered
east, the
slopes
palace,
road,
To
of dazzling white.
streak
the
sun was beating on the sandy

to
the west, the old
beast, lifted
great, grey,
like
its
Papal
sleeping
long, bare back above
the roofs of Avignon.
The
lizards scurried
cranny
to
across
Below,
wall.
was curled by
wood.
The
and
stillness
over
all
from cranny
the
crumbling
the cloister, a cat
in
a black stack of brushlittle
place stood empty,
seemed to have
fallen
things.
The warmth
NEUVELES
AVIGNON
lulled
one
to a de-
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ATVILLE
NEUVELES
was thinking of the
Regent
Street pavement, of
licious torpor.
bustling
AVIGNON the rumble of
Piccadilly, of
newsboys
yelling special editions in the Strand,
drowsily conjuring up these and other
commonplace
contrasts.
Then Jeanne-Marie Latou began

She
to speak.
sat
between
us,
with
her legs hunched under her coarse,

colourless skirt, and
some
stray wisps
of hair looking dingily yellow against

the clean white of her
talked, her
brown
coiffe.
As she
skin puckered oddly
about her tiny, shrunken eyes, and

her hands
browned
also
and squat
clasped themselves around her knees.
was not often that Jeanne-Marie
It
Latou spoke French
her vocabulary
was quite simple and

every
now and
limited,
and
then, with an impa-
tient shake of her head, she
would
break out into patois.
She was telling us of her nephew

in
des
"(/ pays
ne
que
sauvages " and of the sweetheart
Tunis
oil
on
voit
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he had
left
behind at Barbentane
AT VILLE-
NEUVE
repeating by heart, one after another,

his queer, bald, little letters
had been kicked by
LES
how he AVIGNON
his horse (he
was
a spahi; '''xouave a cheval^'' she called
and had been sick ten days in the

and how, without telling
hospital
it),
anyone, she had scraped together a

hundred sous to send out to him.
Somehow,
irresistibly,
while she chat-
seemed to see that soldier

nephew of hers broad and straight
tered,
fez stuck jauntily
and bronzed,
his
on the back of
his head, noisily
noânt
avec des camaradcs with those hundred

sous,
which old Tante Latou had sent
out to him.
By-and-byc, she related her journey

to
Valence,
in
the
time
worked
Madame Charbonnier
had
when
as a cherry-packer
in
the
she
for
Rue
Joseph-Vcrnct, insisting with comical,
energetic wrinklings of her fore-
head on her contempt for the jargon

She had been to
de rArd'eche
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AT VILLE- Marseilles, too, last year that was a

NEUVEeighteen of them had
great journey
AVIGNON gone from Villeneuve, ''femmes et
filles
et
garfons^ dans un
trois
âmbulant
'
train
quatrefrancs et douze sous,
....
alter et retour
Marseilles^
vous save-z," Jeanne-Marie Latou reiterated,
" c^st quelque
c^st quelque chose

chose
ville
....
....
chose
....
c'est
quelque
enfin^ c'est la plus jolie
que fai trouvee^
Afterwards, starting to recall by-
gone times, she described the breaking
up of the Chartreuse in quatre-vingt

dou-ze, and the selling of the whole
building by audion in the little place^
no
there, below us (not for money
one
in
the pays had any
those days
but
money
in
tor assignats)^ and,
Jeanne-Marie Latou explained, "C^w^c

qui avaient peur n'en prenaient pas, et
ceux qui n avaient pas peur en prenaient.''''
And
her father,
been a stone-worker, over
Les
who
there
had
at
Angles, had bid douze cents francs
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where the AT VILLENEUVE-
dâssignats for the house
superieurehzd liveddouze centsfrancs
asked him to pay.
There Jeanne-
Marie
always
Latour had
seventy-seven years,
it was now, as
remember
she,
who
and her husband
lived
she could
near as
had been dead
She could
these twenty-three years.
remember the time when the frescoes

on the cloister walls were bright and
beautiful, and no grass grew between
Yes, she had seen
the flags.
houses
other
family
who
from
pass
had
the
right
church
as a barn,
grande^
Peglise^^^
all
family
there were six of
to
them now
to use the
"w^yi;,
the
elle est
old
bien
Jeanne-Marie Latou
concluded, smiling knowingly at us,
" Mais^ quand 7ncme^ Us

toujour 5."
And
down
se
chicanent
with that, she rose slowly and
bid us good-bye,
health,
LES
which no one had ever AVIGNON
d'assignats
toddling
the steps.
and wished us good

grotesquely
away
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AT VILLE
After she had gone, we stayed a
NEUVElong while up on the hot roof, watchLES
AVIGNON ing the dark shadows creep from
under the broken bridge across the
Rhone,
rippling
wards the
drowsily
as
it
swept past
to-
And I wondered more
sea.
than
ever
concerning old
Jeanne-Marie Latou, and her
nephew, with the
spahis^
soldier
away over
there in Tunis, and that great jour-
ney of hers
to Marseilles
of them from the dead
''^fem?nes et jilles et trots
ôns^
dans un train âmbulant''
aller et
ASCEN
little
below,
quatre francs
SION DAY
eighteen
THE
et
dowze
town
gar-
sous^
retour^
population
pours out from
mass, flooding every crooked
AT ARLES
street
rubicund peasants
in
starched
Sunday blouses olive-skinned, Greek;
featured Arlesiennes
head-dresses
in
quaint,
lace
strutting petits messieurs
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en chapeau rond and tight-fitting com-
shouting shoals of boys
plets;
indolent and superb, in
flowing red
knickerbockers, white spats, and jauntily-poised fez.
bleating of lambs, plaintive, in-
cessant and dirge-like,
fills
the P/^c*? du
Forum; heaped over the gravel they

lie,
and
green
and
odours
in
.
great,
of
en-
fruit-sellers
rows before their baskets.
of
flowers
the
regiment
of a
beldams
wrinkled
beyond,
umbrellas
camped
bellies,
skinny necks helplessly out-
their
stretched:
under their
their legs tied
strange complication of
cheese,
floats
alley-corner
in
of
and
fish
the air:
at
of
every
some auctioneer stands
posted - shouting, perspiring vendors
of knives, pocket-books, glass-cutters,
chromo- lithographs, cement, songs,

sabots.
An
old top-hattcd
vaunts a winc-tcsting
Jew
fluid,
ASCEN-
SION DAY
zouaves, AT ARLES
nasally
and
tells
horrible and interminable tales of vin-
tages manufadtured from decayed dates,
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ASCEN
from vinegar aiid sugar, or from plaster-
SIGN DAY
AT ARLES
of- Paris
a travelling pedicure operates
on the box-seat of a gorgeously-painted

van, to the
accompaniment of a big
drum and clashing cymbals
the inevi-
table strong
man
defiantly challenges
the crowd to
split
a flag-stone across his
bare, hirsute chest
and a blind-folded
fortune-telling wrench
chaunts with
mechanical shamelessness the young
men's amorous indiscretions.

Outside the town, the boulevard
gay with the
is
glitter of pedlars' wares,
and flapping, gaudy
stuffs, red,
green
and yellow and blue
travelling
show-
men
are bustling with final prepara-
tions,
hammering together
their skele-
ton booths, or unfolding gaunt

battered canvas
of a
from
Grand Musee fin

its
rolls
of
the steam-orchestra
de
siecle
bellows
rows of brass-mouthed trum-
pets a deafening,
wheezy tune
and
everywhere, beneath the tunnel of pale

green plane-trees, a thick, drifting
tide of
men and women.
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seems to have come
SPRING
the poplars fluttering their
BEARN
a sudden
it
IN
golden green
the fruit-trees tricked
out in fete-day frocks of
white
snow-
the hoary oaks uncurling their
baby leaves
and the lanes
with golden broom.
The
frail
all littered
blue flax sways like a sensi-
peep from amid
tive sea; the violets
the moss
beneath every hedgerow
the primroses cluster
and the
rivulets
tinkle their shrill, glad songs.
Dense levies of orchises empurple

the meadows, where the butterflies
hasten their wavering flight
light breathes
the sun-
through the pale-lcafcd
woods; and the
air
sweet with the
is
scent of the spring, and loud with the
humming
It lasts
of wings.
but a
week
of dainty gaiety
fleeting
mood
a quick discarding
of the brown shabbincss of winter for

a smiling array
of white and gold,
frcsh-grcen, and turquoisc-blue.
May
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SPRING
And
IN
then,
has
it
BEARN
summer
May
shadows.
THE
LONG
sun.
MYSTERIOUS,
GRASS
the
blazes
lentlessly
IN
and through
flitted,
the long, parched months re-
impenetrable
jungle of green stems, quiver-
ing with the play of a myriad baby

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close
crowd of flowers
naive-faced, white-cheeked daisies
gold
dande-
ragged medallions
stubbly
buttercups,
lions like
glistening
bearded thistles
sleek-stalked orchises,
white, and mauve, and purple

lent, heavy-leafed clover,
ragged robin.
corpu-
and skinny
And, topping them
all,
the languidly nodding heads of a thou-
sand seeded grasses, and the dishevelled

crests of the red sorrel.
ceaseless
humming
of wings
deep-toned and solemn, cheerily bustling, high-pitched
Hidden
in the
and
idle.
green-stemmed jun-
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world of creatures silently busy
hurrying
ants
heavy, gray cock-
chafers, drowsily
lumbering
spiders, fidgeting
from blade to blade
THE
LONG
IN
GRASS
tiny, red
;
grasshoppers, with their great sensitive

eyes,
humanly
expressive
shiny, black
wriggling their scuttling bodies;
beasts,
fierce-looking flying things, their vivid

red bodies,
now
poised motionless,
now
darting capriciously to and fro.
One
after
come
another they
peep at me.
for a
pair of blue-bottles,
chasing one another, dash past
a furry
bee chaunts lustily as he bustles from

flower
flower;
to
looking
flics
and
dark,
long, sneaking legs.
WENT there again

I
now
met
to-day; but
is
a year
her, sitting
alone
did not see her.
since
evil-
hover, hanging their
It
before her basket, in a corner of the

deserted square.
Her
face
was tanned
I'AU
May
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PAU
deep russet, and wrinkled to a tragic

listlessncss
she had eyebrows white
as clean linen,
her,
did
and full-veined, tremu-
When
lous hands.
not
first
know
spoke to
that she
was
She pulled some handkerchiefs
blind.
from her basket, and offered them to
me
in a
quavering, far-away voice,
explaining that she had
hemmed them
herself; for she had been brought
as
coutur'iere.
asked
long she had been blind
"
It
is
her
up
how
forty-eight years since I
When
saw
was
young I had a great trouble
For eighteen months I wept, and
when I went back to work, my eyes
were worn out, and I could see no
more
It is forty-eight years
now, monsieur^ since I saw anything.
anything, monsieur.
....
Heureusement.,
pour longtemps
fini.
il riy
en a plus
ce sera bientot
."
She spoke simply, and with quiet

dignity
though
could see that she
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was crying a
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fingered
as she
little,
PAU
her handkerchiefs with her fullveined, tremulous hands.
FROM
sky,
afar off, high against the
we
could sec the ragged
an ancient,
line of its roofs, like
tat-
May
tered crest along the back of a precipitous, inaccessible-looking hill.
To
reach
it
we waded
the
Luys
de France, with the water swishing
under our horses'
bellies,
and climbed
a mule-track, tight-paved with cobbles,
waywardly winding beneath the
contorted
limbs
chestnuts.
The
of
leafy,
Spanish
track led us around
the outside of the village, close under

the
shadow of
its
houses
discoloured-
ycllow and musty-white, fissured and

bcstained, battered
everywhere
their
and starved,
bones
till
protruded,
bulging, bursting beams.
Low,
sloping
CASTELSARRASIN
roofs,
moss-grown.
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CASTELSARRASIN
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the colour of old gold, over-lapped
the walls, like huge,
caps
ill-fitting
row upon row of wooden
shading
mul-
balconies, filled with a decrepid
titude of things, which,
new
could never have been
earthenware pots
tomed
chairs
worn-out bass brooms

branches.
Two
little
broken
of old
linen
and a
black pig had the village street
tower
of
The
clock on the
whitewashed church
the
though
pointed
half-past
ten,
twilight
had
yet come.
our
not
hoofs
horses'
clattered,
floored rooms,
almost
mud-
and the cracked, worm-
eaten shutters, wearily

dull
the
And
brutally, past the dank-smelling,
the
stacks of dead
geese, a yellow dog,
to themselves.
all
seemed,
ricketty rush-bot-
strips
it
moaning with
fatigue of stiff-jointed old
age.
Toiling up the
side,
we met
barefooted,
hill,
on the other
a crooked old
clad
in
single
woman,
frayed
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CASTELSARRASIN
carrying a truss of sainfoin on
shirt,
her head.
" Adechats^'' she mumbled mechanically,
and
toiled
on barefooted up the
stony path, steadying the truss

of sainfoin
hands.
ALL day
lusty
golden-green
with
.
both
.
an intense impression of
....
a long, white
road that dazzles, between

ling dark-green walls
May
its
rust-
blue brawling
swelling
upland
flower-thronged,
luscious
rivers;
meadows,
with
tall,
cool grass; the shepherd's thin-toned

pipe
the ragged flocks, blocking the
road, cropping at the hedge-rows as
they hurry on towards
tlie
mountains
the slow, straining teams of jangling
mules
Spain
lage
wine-carriers
through
streets,
coming
dank,
where
THE
quivering country
of
sunlight,
IN
BASQUE
cobbled
the
pigs
from
vil-
pant
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IN
THE
their bellies in the roadway,
BASQUE
COUNTRY, sandal-makers
fore their doors
the
into
the
flatten
and the
hemp
be-
and then, out again
sunlight,
lusty
along
the
powdery road that dazzles
straight,
ahead interminably towards a myste-
hazy horizon, where the land
rious,
melts into the sky.
And,
scents
the
at
soft
last,
cool
evening
shadows stealing beneath
silent oaks
still,
the
and,
all at
once,
a sight of the great snow-mountains,
vague, phantasmagoric, like a mirage
sky
in the
and of the
hills, all
indigo, rippling towards a pale
sunset of liquid gold.
IN
THE
LANDES
SINCE
ling
May
27
sunrise
along the
had been travelstraight-stretch-
ing roads, white with
summer
sand,
interminably striped by the shadows

of
the
poplars
across
the
great,
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parched
length,
plain,
the
where,
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all
dances
heat
waste land, and the cattle

their far-away tinkling;
desolate villages,
the
day's
over
the
bells float
through the
empty but
for
the
beldames, hunched in the doorways,

pulling the flax with horny, tremulous fingers;
and on towards the de-
solate silence of the flowerless pineforests.
And
there the night
went down unseen
The
fell.
dim
sun
flickering
ruddled the host of tree trunks
and
the darkness started to drift through
The
the forest.
as
road grew narrow
a footpath, and the marc slacken-
ing
her pace, uneasily strained
her
white neck ahead.
Out
of the darkness a figure sprang
A shout rang out^^words
beside mc.
of an uncouth patois that

understand.
And
did not
the mare, terrified,
galloped forward, snorting, and swerv-
ing from side to side.
And
strange, superstitious
fear
IN
THE
LANDES
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IN
THE
crept
me a dreamy
over
LANDES
the future
of evil days to
helpless
presentiment
come
a sense, too,
of the ruthless nullity of

futile
dread of
life,
of the
deception of effort, of bitter re-
volt against the extindlion of death,
a yearning after faith in a vague survival beyond.
And
the words of the old proverb
returned to
" The
eye
me mockingly:
is
not satisfied with seeing,
nor the ear with hearing."
CETTE
June
J,
Midday
PURE stretch of sky

of sea
aflatsweep
cobalt-blue, rich
opaque, pervading
all
things.
and
In the
harbour, battered, blue-painted barges,

their decks loaded with oranges; barge-
men
in blue blouses, asleep across the
glaring pavement
and along the quay,
indefinitely, as far as the eye
row upon row of

from
barrels,
can reach,
repeating
their up-turned ends the
same
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note of colour.
stifling
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.
The
CETTE
sea licks the jetty wall, lazily, rhyth-
mically
of
everywhere a sensation
listless
oppression, of
less torpor.
HAVE
sat
light,
lives,
and
crimson,
yellow, start,
finish
all
hot
their short-
and
nights,
hangs thick with
up the
pallid
June 26
when
stifled
river.
on these
the
then the pulse of the city

scales
sky
colour, and
the stars shine small and shyly.
and the
MENT
one by one, out of the
like the place best
summer
ON
CHELSEA
EMBANK-
the globes of
emerald,
russet fog that creeps
But
life-
and seen the
there,
winter days
spanned
is
For
hushed,
of the water flicker
golden and oily under the watching
regiment of lamps.
its
The
bridge clasps
gaunt arms tight from
bank
to
bank, and the shuffle of a retreating

C
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ON
figure sounds loud and alone in the
CHELSEA
EMBANK- quiet.
MENT
There,
.
you wait long enough,

you may hear the long wail of the
if
seems to
siren, that
guish of London,
throttle
to
of the an-
tell
till
a train hurries
dying note, roaring
its
and rushing, thundering and blazing
through the night, tossing

crest of
bridge,
the
SANT
COURT
is
white
the dark
into
country beyond.
PLEA-
its
smoke, charging across
known
only to the inhabitants
of the quarter.
To
find
it,
you
must penetrate a winding passage,

June 28
wedged between high

brick.
Turn
to
walls of dismal
the
right
by the
blue-lettered advertisement of Kop's
Ale, and again to the

the
two
posts,
Pleasant-court.
and
left
through
you come
And when you
to
are
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for
you can go no farther
the far end there is no way out.
there,
at
There
are thirteen houses in Plea-
and
six
every
seven
on the one
side,
on the other. They are
alike,
sant-court
one
low-wâlled
cottages;
built
of
as
country
blackish
brick,
with a six-foot plot before each, and

slate
that
roofs
glimmer wanly on
the wet, winter mornings.
But winter
is
not the season
see Pleasant-court at
drain-sluice
is
mud
and brown wa-
near the rickety fence that
flanks each six-foot enclosure

at
is
to
The
best.
always getting choked,
so that pools of
ter loiter
its
and,
"most everyone
and young Hyams in
Christmas-time,
a bit out,"
the Walworth-road
stacks
half
his
back shop with furniture from Pleasant-court
and
all
day long the chil-
dren of the lodger at No. 5 never stop

squalling with chapped faces, and the
"Lowser's" wife makes much commotion
at nights, threatening to "set-
PLEA-
SANT
COURT
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" her husband, and sending her
tie
SANT
COURT
children
four
about
clatter
to
the
pavement.
In the summer, however, everyone
smartens up, and by the time that
June days have come. Plea-
sultry
sant-court attempts a rural

left-hand
the
pushes
its
wîndows
side
On
air.
creeper
jaded
grimy greenery under the
some of the
grass
plots
bushy with tough, wiz-
grovi^ quite
ened stalks; and the geranium pots
No.
at
flaming
strike
specks
of
vermilion.
March
Last
his wife
over
and
to
No. 5
is
Southwark
in
" Lowscr " and
the
his four children

;
the
work again
the quiet of seclusion
is
moved
lodger
;
and
at
now
restored to
Pleasant-court.
The
children sprawl the afternoon
through on the hot alley
floor
Hodgkiss hangs her washing

and
flap across
Mrs.
to bulge
the court, like a line
of white banners
and on the
airless
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women,
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limp, with their
PLEA-
straggling hair, and loose, bedraggled
SANT
COURT
evenings, the
their bare, fleshy
elbows
over the fence, lingering to
gossip
skirts, lean
before they go to dinner.
And on
Saturday nights, the in-
habitants of Pleasant-court troop out

to join the
rumble and the
rattle of
the Walworth-road, and to swell the

life
past
that shuffles
down
pavement,
its
the flaring naphtha lights, the
stall-keepers bawling in the gutter,
and every shop ablaze
with gross
THESE
lotta,
ta,
are
jets
of gas.
their
names
Car-
Lubella, Belinda, Aniin-
Clarissa.
By
the old
green they stand, a
little
comely contours
rotund dames.
own
full,
a courtly group of
Heavy
SISTKR
PANS Its
bowling-
pompously
perhaps, with a slight superfluity of

dignity, conscious of their
THE FIVE
Carlotta, the
August 19
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THE FIVE
eldest, lover of blatant luxury, over-
SISTER
PANSIES
blown, middle-aged,
rich
magenta,
tawdry
gilt
gown
in her
of
embroidered with
all
Lubella, wearing portly
velvet of dark purple, sensual, indolent, insolent as
an empress of
gleaming her thin, yellow eye

bedecked
significant Belinda,
sentimental mauve,
all
old,
in-
in silly,
dallying
for
with the facile gossip of galanterie,

gushing,
giggling,
phisticated
gullible
Aminta, with
unso-
tresses
of
flaming gold, amiable and obvious as

a
common
rissa,
stage heroine
and Cla-
the youngest, slyly smirking
the while, above her frock of
milk-white innocence.
OUR
LADY OF
THE
LANE
Sept. 17
WHENEVER the London sun

touches
the
shops with
colour the
old gold
hanging meat
jumble
small,
of
and
dusky
begrimed
scarlet
of
the metallic green of
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OUR
mature cabbages; the wavering rusLADY OF
the sharp white
THE
LANE
then the
all awry
set of piled potatoes
of
fly-bills,
moment
pasted
to see
her
and touzled
will find her, bareheaded
her
down
back, and
her
hanging
shawl
peaked
dingv,
You
come.
is
in
the
front
bellying expanse of her soiled apron
blocking the pavement
established
by her
own
littered
with the cries of children, and
the
corner of the Lane,
throbbing of the asphalte
fitful
hammering of
hollow
the
beneath
all
hoofs.
carries always a
She
breast
bulky
a
any man's;
as
froward
laughs,
gaiety.
it
scowl
is
baby by her
are
forearms
bare
her
as
her eyes
in
and,
when
with a harsh, strident
But she never
fails
her squalid portliness with
to
wear
robust
and defiant dignity, that makes

her figure definitely symbolic
of
is
she
Cockney maternity.
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ON THE
COAST OF
THE
DOS
Sept. 26
leaden sea plashed her indo-
rhythm
lent
CALVA-
along the
all
mo-
lonely shore the orchards stood
sombre, metallic-looking
tionless,
the
lifeless,
thunder-charged
amid a rugged
the sun
went down
smoky
of
flare
before the
distant
again.
still
horizon, a quiet
storm
in
and
flame,
past, fleeing
then,
w hile.
rift
West.
in the
baby breeze rustled
grew
air
across
all
the
broke, revealing
a long, lurid line of fantastic coast
mysterious, desolate valleys, and ragged
towering
The
lent
cliffs.
leaden sea plashed her indo-
rhythm
steamer,
moved
And
and the bleak bulk of
pitching
in
the
offing.
like a beast in distress,
once again, fresh and cool.
carrying the scent of the storm, the
came
breeze
fleeing, trailing
an inky
and across the
stain
over the sea
West
there defiled a vague squadron
of gigantic
The
pillars
parched
of rain.
trees
swayed
their
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boughs, uneasily whispering

a sudden, wrapping
and, of
things in a
all
dense shroud of dark-grey mist, clat-
ON THE
COAST OK
CALVA-
DOS
tered the ponderous rain.
And
overhead,
growing
flashes
flight
night,
through
on,
tlic
the
jagged
white,
of lightning, and the frenzied
of the screaming wind, and the
dull
booming of thunder
told of
the great, distant battle of

the clouds.
A MAUVE
sky,
all
subtle; a dis-
creet rusticity, daintily
modern,
femininely delicate; a whole finikin
arrangement of trim
trees,
of rectan-
gular orchards, of tiny, spruce houses,

tall-roofed
and pink-faced, with white
shutters demurely closed.
there
prim
church-spire;
farmyard;
and
blouscd
Here and
a
squat
peasants
jogging behind rotund white horses,
IN NOR-
MANDY
Sept. 30
28
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IN NOR-
along a straight and gleaming road.
MANDY
In
all
the landscape no trace of the
slovenly profusion of the pifturesque
but rather a distinguished reticence
of
detail, fresh, coquettish,
almost dapper.
PARIS IN
OCTOBER
PARIS
in
Oaober all white
a-glitter
October 4
ling sky,
vards
leaves;
and
under a cold, spark-
and the
trembling
trees of the boule-
their
russet
frail,
garish, petulant Paris;
com-
placently content with her sauntering
crowds, her monotonous arrangements

in
pink and white and
busied with
tiresome,
parochial
her
own
obvious
blue;
ever
publicity, her
vice,
and
her
modernity coquetting
with cosmopolitanism.
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29
of ruddy earth:
with
flecked
autumn
yards with
la cOte
poplars
gold,
and vine
red;
the dark '
FROM
THE
TRAIN
Saone; and beyond, the pale

green plain, spacious and smooth,
stretching away and away towards
sleek
October 6
the
blue haze that wraps the Cote
d'Or, hesitating and soft as the lines

of a woman's body.
The
sun
trailing
sets,
watery gold
pale,
spatter the sky;
sombre shadows
the acacia-groves
pounds the
wash of
torn, inky clouds
fill
and on, on,
train, untiring,
rhythmically throbbing.
" Tout paysafê
FTEN
great
lake,
his
est
un dial d\ime."
must Amicl, who
life
on
have
tlie
brooded
moods.
Deep-blue, she
in silent
meditation
opal-tinted
mists
of
lived
lausan-
shores of this
over
lies
her
plunged
wrapped
in
evening,
the
she
^tocr:
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LAUSAN- dreams the
NE
fancy
vague,
now
even, as
dreams of
glad
she smiles, she laughs
little
by
ripples, all gilded
the sun-rays, trip across her surface
she has her grey days of gloom, and

her dark days of despair
she has also
her jours defete^ and her jours de grande

toilette^
blue
under a sky heavy-loaded with
often, in the moonlight, she lies
white, tranquil, statuesque, like a beautiful,
sleeping
humour
is
woman
at times her
bewilderingly capricious
the fleeting, furious rages of a spoilt

child
sweep across her
or, ink-
coloured, she sulks during long

hours, sullenly wrathful.
OLD MAR
SEILLES
UP
AT
MIDDAY
tall,
every staircase-street
pinched
crevasses,
peeling
cliffs
dark
between
along the quay,
flaunting, tattered, brawling colours,

October lo
sweating and swarming with noisy
life
negroes. Chinamen, Arabs, Lascars,
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31
hum
of OLD MARSEILLES
a thousand tongues and the clatter of
AT
Greeks
Italians,
the smooth stone pavement
all
bathed
lies
may
At midday, MIDDAY
...
straining mules.
when
angry
feel
you
sunshine,
lusty
in
the pulse of old Marseilles
quicken to
fever-heat
throbbing.
Across the
turbulent
its
sea, polished as a pool
of
molten metal, the Southern sun strews

his
golden highway
of masts
stiffens,
the
frail forest
congealed like a fine
etched pattern ; side by side
lie
the herds
of steamers, silent, drowsy, vermilionbellied beasts;

left,
and over there, to the
high above the
houette of
city, the slim sil-
Notrc-Dame
de
shows a glimmer of dusky
Oh
for
la
Garde
gilt.
tant hues and the flood of fierce

vitality
the crude crowd of bla-
that belong to old
Marseilles at midday
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MONTE
CARLO
October 15
HIGH,
beneath the lofty
dome
of sullen sky, like a
great
white globe of elc6lric
moon hangs
twinkling
light, the full
beyond the bay, the
Monaco
of
lights
are
dropping long golden tears into the

sea
no breath of breeze
black drooping palms
solemn
phrase
to
sway the
only the
full,
Gounod's " Ave
of
Maria," slowly recurring to linger

the
grave
still,
air
of the night.
The moonbeams
in
.
spangle with silver
the twin minarets of the temple of
Chance
back
its
and stately
portals to
swing
officials
meet the
silent tide
of worshippers that ceaselessly ebbs
and
flows, blackening the broad flight
of marble
steps.
Within, through the great marble

vestibule,
rings
where the
shuffle
of feet
hollow, they hurry to huddle
around the bright green shrines of

the
goddess,
yellow
to
await, with
faces, the
tense,
unflagging tide
of her relentless caprices.
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AT THE
CERTOSA
DI VAL
D'EMA
sunshine was
on the terrace of the old
palace, waiting for the
of the rain-clouds.
gone, and with
The
the
it
coming
witty
city's
the sirocco's breath puffed
sparkle;
warm and
moist
and Florence,
all
ruddled and sullen, lay chaunting her
ponderous notes of bronze.
Below, knee-deep
the
in
yellow,
straggling stream, a fisherman swayed

net, slowly straining
his
framework
and while
of a sudden, a
the supple
watched him,
longing to see
place again laid hold of
tJic
sec
fitful
that
me
to
last year,
on
mellow September afternoon,
all
it,
just as
it
had been
garnished with soft light,
all
fragrant
with coquettish simplicity and pleas-
And
ant, prosperous peace.
soon, as
the sky darkened, and the rain-clouds
a sombre, swelling
herd
gathered
above the cypresses of San Miniato,
seemed
roll,
to hear
and
to
the
organ's
perceive,
stately
through
the
obscurity of the half-darkened chapel,
October 20
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AT THE a crowding circle of white-robed

CERTOSA
The chaunt of the church
DI VAL figures.
D'EMA bells beat the air all else seemed stilled
:
and
love and the quickening joy of
life
with a sort of childish incon-
sequence, bred perhaps of the curious,

literary habit, I fell to
little
those
their
gardens,
tall,
envying them
white-robed fathers
miniature rows of monkish
and their
solitary
beneath the pale-lemon
pacings
cloisters.
to
go there, rattling
through the dust
in the face of the
So
I started
coming storm. By the roadside, the

all
grey olives matched the sky
around, the vines hung delicately
;
dying, drooping in tired curves their

fragile garlands of pallid-gold leaves
and here and there peeped specks of

scarlet, like lingering traces of
some
bygone y?/^.
But, before
hill,
the rain
we had climbed
came
lude of monstrous drops

as of
the
a deliberate pre;
and a
veil,
grey gauze, blurred the white-
;;;
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at the
CERTOSA
dim, spiky DI VAL
D'EMA
faced villas peoplins; the hill-sides, and
changed the cypresses

sentinels.
It
to
was Brother Agostino who came
to the gate, greeting
me, so
I fancied,
with a quick smile of recognition

then, before the groups of noisy village
youths and
raffish,
Florentine cabmen,
who encumbered
the
corridor,
his
features dropped back to the patient
vacancy of habitual fatigue.
Over the
of the cloister-
tiled floor
court rattled the dance of
tJie
rain
the great well, over-grown with rank

grass,
wore a
forlorn,
and a musty scent,
decrepit
as of
air
approaching
decay, floated over the vast garden.
In the chapel, a band of blatant
Americans joined
us, listening
com-
placently to Brother Agostino's per-
fundtory explanations concerning the

frescoes,
the
the exquisite
stained-glass
tomb
of
tlie
windows,
monastery's
founder.
And
the place seemed
all
changed
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AT THE its fine distindlion was gone: the old

CERTOSA
Certosa exposed to the hurried gaze
DI VAL
D'EMA of every passing tourist and stern;
faced Brother Agostino, footsore and
weary, degraded to the
common,
MORNING AT
CASTELLO
October 30
role
of a
obsequious guide.
THEandmorning's The
breath tastes cool
clean.
seem yet
asleep, tranquil
distant hills
and dark
Above
a long, low, wavering wall.

the
film,
plain
floats
and the
a lingering,
pearly
grows busy with a
air
vague rumour of awakening
life
the rumble of wheels, the cracking
of whips, the plaintive whistling of

far-ofF trains.
On
train
its
way
to Florence the early
swings by
hordes of brown-
skinned, bare-footed ciiildren sprawl

noisily along all the street
lean idly
watching the
the
men
ceaseless tale
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MORN-
of lean barrocci^ lumbering, jolting
and before
over the crooked flags;
every open doorway the wômen group

their
chairs,
to
LO
their straw-
at
sit
ING AT
CASTEL-
plaiting the long day through.
Beyond, across the dusty-green of

countless olives, you can see the glittering roofs of Florence, the Duorno's
burly dome, and the pale outline of

Giotto's tower
but
it
rather the
is
sense of old-world slowness, the continual
accumulation of friendly,
charm of
suburban
this
....
street
THE young moon

steely
sky
and darkening,
sea towards the
and
iiigh
trivial
makes the intimate
incident, that
hangs amid a
the
rolls like
laud,
IN THE
CAMI'O
empty SANTO
AT
a billowing PERUGIA
Western orange glow
behind us the
tall
Perugia's ragged silhouette.
Down
the steep road they
hill lifts
came
November
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IN
THE
j
grave bourgeois; bands of brown-faced
SANTO AT youths, chewing thin cigars; aged

PERUGIA pejisant-women, with faded, wrinkled
eyes
chattering country-girls, gaudy
handkerchiefs around their hair

dling children
tod-
uncouth men from
the mountains, sullenly wrapped
in
fur-trimmed cloaks, while, posted
in
rows on
either
the
side,
crippled
beggars offer their
dusty hats, and
whine
in
charity
for
the
Virgin's
name.
Before the red gate of the
Santo the crowd surges

alley
It
is
black with the press of people.
the dead
.
tiny
Campo
within, every
the day of the dead.
is
the
all
The
lamps
town
is
To
visit
come.
pale specks of a myriad,
glow of garlands
the
against the crowding slabs of
snow-
white marble, that mark the children's
graves
the
glitter
of
small, spruce mortuary chapel
the
glad
flowers.
scent
of
every
;
and
freshly-scattered
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loses
its
39
demure,
becomes something
sociable, almost gay.
UP
and
squalor;
THE
CAMPO
SANTO AT
IN
PERUGIA
.
the squalid, ill-paved street,
NAPLES
lumber the great landaus
VEMBER
IN NO-
an interminable, toiling stream, carrying
home from
Late
the corso the morose,
...
sallow-faced ladies of the Neapolitan

nobility,
and crushing on either
after-
noon in the
stradadd
Chiaja
side
the hedge of gaping hobblede-
^*'"
"'
hoys that line the niggardly
pavement.
HEAPED beneath us
all
Naples,
white and motionless
midday sun
silent blaze of the
cling the bay,
still
the
cir-
and smooth and
blue as the sky above, a misty line
of white villages; dark, velvety sha-
dows draping the
hills;
Froin
Fosilipo
in
on the hori-
Nov.
12
40
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Froi
zon, rising abruptly, Capri's notched
Posilipo
tout semhle suer la heaute
silhouette
la
bonne
ranch e heaute criarde
et
des pays chauds europeens.
In the
Strada del
Porto
STRIP of treacherous pavement

slimy with garbage
flicker
Nov.
the
wan
of foul lanterns, vaguely re-
vealing the black shapes of sail-like
awnings above a network of mysterious masts; and the sodden, continu-
uproar
of a
hawkers of
fruit,
ous
crowd
reeking
of
fish,
of assorted
cigar-ends fiercely clamouring together in the darkness.
By-and-bye, through
rity,
piled
the glossy
peers
obscu-
vermilion
of
capsicums, the scarlet sparkle
of bleeding
hard
the
pomegranates, and
flashing
sardines.
of
scattered,
Here and
there,
the
silvery
behind
a chestnut-brazier that shoots long.
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licking tongues of ruddy flame, the
In the
Strada del
vacant, battered countenance of
aêd crone
or
some
Porto
amid a frenzied crack-
ing of whips the clattering passage of

a
team of trembling mules, straining

high-wheeled cart,
at a lean-shafted,
passing across the street, to disappear,
engulfed in cavernous blackness, be-
Bands of
neath a noisome archway.

sailors jostle their
way down
the alley,
rudely rebuffing the obscene advances
of slatternly
airless
and
women
stifling,
the night grows
under the dingy
stars that speckle the black strip of
sky overhead
and the
almost epic
tensity.
THE
long
in
.
line
street
comes
fascination,
to possess a satanic
its
.
in-
of lamps
countless, trembling
casts
pillars
Moonlight
of
Nov. a9
dusky gold into the sea: the night

full
of
stifled light
pale,
is
quivering
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Moonlight
suffusion
of mysterious
Castello d'Oro
like
empty sky
lies
hulk
sleeping
somewhere, beyond the
rhythm of the
dancing
is
boy and a
girl
and
waves
sleek, rolling
drowsily, lazily, rises and
the
across
a solitary, ghostly cloud
bay, the moonlight
the
black as ink,
floats,
shapeless
The
blue.
falls.
lean together,
watching the waves: some mandolines start a faint
twanging
tant rattle of a cab
then
the dis-
all is
quiet
and the glow above Vesuvius, sullenly

alone
pulsing,
breaks
in
upon
the delicate serenity of the

night.
At
HAVE
the
Theatre
Manzotii
many
first-nights
there, for I have found a certain
childish
Nov. 26
been to
charm
in
the small, shabby,
blue-and-white theatre, the
tiers
minute boxes, close-packed with

the noisy Neapolitan
pit,
of
faces,
and the
in-
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evitable
43
sucking
critics,
Ai
the
Thfatre
their pencil-stumps, each
tight-jammed behind
with
his hat
his head.
But especially there lingers in my

mind the memory of a certain brief,
mediaeval drama, where a little flaxenhaired lady, wearing a low-cut dress
of
arsenic-green
mercy
implored
satin,
passionately
of
curly-pated
in a shirt
of maroon-coloured
velvet, for a great
wrong she had done
knight
She wept piteously, poor
him.
little
creature, tearing tremulously at

fluffy locks,
ing to us
little
her
and on her knees appeal-
all
But the
wooden gaze
to help her.
knight kept
his
obdurately averted from her,
till,
ex-
hausted, she sank dying on to a gilt-
legged couch.
The actors were only marionettes.

The httle lady was somewhat obviously painted, and the
little
stood a
trifle
slightly
from stage-fright.
pit
sat
stiffly,
as
the scene out
if
in
ktiight
suffering
Hut the
breathless
Manzoni
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At
Uic
and the row of callow
silence,
critics
Theatre
Manzoni
sucked their pencil-stumps with re-
newed
vigour, and
jammed
tighter behind their
some
thing was quite moving

the
he
was so
maroon-coloured
and she, poor, sobbing,
in
the
curly-pated knight
little
in his shirt of
vet
For
way
inexplicable
curious,
brutal,
their hats
heads.
vellittle
flaxen-haired lady, pleaded so desperately.
Once
before,
in
my
childhood,
through a half-closed door,

girl
I saw a
same tense frahad flaxen hair, and
plead with that
gility.
She, too,
wore a low-necked dress of green

satin ; and he, the man, stood stiffly,
turning
his
durately.
gaze away from her, ob-
And
each scene, as
compose them, seems
to
now
contain a
kindred underlying element of

grotesque
unreality.
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was an old
There
ITwhite
columns of peeling
mill.
were POMPEII
plaster
flanking the granary, and stacks of
frowsy brushwood blocking the door.

it had fallen away
grew between the
Part of
grass
rafters
of the
of battered
roof;
frescoes,
tall,
rank
rottening
and
remnants
that had once
adorned the walls of the upper rooms,
were now spread bare
And
sun and
to
wind and
rain.
were
of blossoming wild-flowers.
full
the meal-troughs
Beside the mill stood a small, square
Moorish
house,
roofed
with
lava,
scowling with dirt; and beside the

house, guarding a public
was
well,
a gaunt crane of mouldering wood.
Across the sleekly rippling mill-stream

a ragged peasant family were ranged
the length of a strip of powdery
soil
daughters,
and beyond
the
the father,
four
great
walls
the mother,
sons,
and a toddling child
them
stretched
dead-grey expanse
the
two
sun-dried
of roofless
corpse
of the
Nov. 28
Vignettes
46
POMPEH ruined Roman town. In the
twilight
the sea lay towards Capri the colour
of yellow
mud and Vesuvius,

;
was
a vague, velvety black,
turning
trickling
smoky breath towards the bay.

There was a great immobility in
the airan immobility that seemed
born of long ages: and, somehow,
more than the ruined town itself
his
defaced by
German
formed guides
tourists
country supplied a
shortness of
life,
IN
THE
TO
the impassive
...
gaze across the black sweep

of sea, out into the mystery
of the
Nov. 30
of the
bitter sense of
sloth of time.
HAY OF
SALERNO
and uni-
corner
this
night
to
hear
the restless
waves slowly sighing
through
darkness, as they beat
the
thousand
little so,
feet
beneath
to
the
rocks a
love
with quiet pressure of hands.
Vignettes
and
And
life
and love and death.
amid a
so,
dreamy
ponder on strange
to
listlessly
meanings of
sadness,
to
all
desire,
fills
and
full
IN
THE
BAY OF
SALERNO
serenity of
still
forget
to
turmoil of passion, to
heart
47
grow
the
mad
indifferent
to wait, while the
of grave gratitude to-
wards an unknown God.
And then, once more, to

how life is but a little
under-
stand
and love but a passionate
and
to
envy the sea her
when
the days
in
shall
THE
oil-lamj->s
sigliing
the end
have come.
entertainment draws to
close, for
morning.
thing,
illusion,
it
is
past four in
its
In the hall, several of the
have already sputtered out
the rest arc burning with dull, blear-
eyed weariness.
score of unshaven
Spaniards, close muffled
lowering
SEVILLE
IJANCING
the
GIRLS
sombreros^
in
sprawl
capas and
in
limp
IJcccmbcrio
Vignettes
48
SEVILLE attitudes over the empty benches, and
DANCING
GIRLS
women
the circle of gaudy

the stage
sit listless,
that
pasty-faced,
fill
som-
nolent.
And
then, for the last time, the
The
frenzy passes.
sudden,
women
bitter
guitars start their
twanging,
and
the
their wild, rhythmical beating
of hands.
Amid
volleys
plaudits la
her
of
soft, girlish
frame with a tense,
exasperated restraint
pent
frenzied
harsh,
Manolita dances, swaying

supple as a ser-
coyly, subtly
lascivious
lan-
guidly curling and uncurling her bare
white arms.
Out
I
in
hasten
the
cold
night
home through
air,
as
the narrow,
sleeping streets, her soft, girlish frame

still
sways before
to the bitter
my
eyes,
twanging
of guitars.
Vignettes
TO
ride alone beneath the stars,
through
long
the
of the night
hours
49
indefinite
climb
to
slumbering mountain-hulks
the
roar
dull
of the
the
to hear
river,
toiling
unwearied through the darkness be-
low
to break, with a sudden clat-
gloomy
tering of hoofs, the
distant village-streets,
stillness
of
and on through
the twilight that precedes the dawn,

to
journey, without
high
flagging,
up against the sky, across
a desolate,
limitless plain.
To
scout the future
the past
to unlearn
and to brood vaguely,
as
the night broods.
To
elude
to
the
to disdain
desire;
of hate;
tlirill
acliing of love, and to
long
the
forget
commune,
in
tender serenity, with the grave-eyed

Spirit of Rest.
And
awav
then, while the night slinks
across
towards
the
the
to
hills,
sunrise;
to
push
on
watch the
marshalling of ruddy heralds
across
SUNRISE
Vignettes
50
SUNRISE the
and
East,
at
Great God's
meet the
to
last
dazzling
glory,
bursting in splendour across
empty
the
OFF CAPE
TRAFAL-
GAR
December
i8
WE
land.
paced the bridge together,

chatting
be done.
The
till
watch should
his
dim, uneasy outline
of the steamer's bows loomed before

us
now and
again
we
could
feel
her
pulse quicken, her sinews tighten, as,

like a living thing, she flinched
from
each lashing of the waves.
He was
telling
me
tales
of the
yellow fever at Rio de Janeiro,
crowd of
the
vessels
lying
in
of
the
harbour without a soul on board, of

six
weeks he had spent
pital
there,
in
the hos-
where twelve hundred
fever-stricken creatures lay packed on
the floor of a single ward, and the

doftors dared only shout to the patients
from behind a
railed
gangway.
;;
Vignettes
And, while he
still
51
talked,
up from OFF CAPE

TRAFAL-
the East crept the
dawn, revealing
of the
first flicker
GAR
flocks of ruddy-sailed
smacks tossing off the Spanish shore

then,
throng of black
the
slowly,
billows turned to reddish-green, and

across
the
from
sky,
behind
the
African coast, poured a deep, blood-
The mirage
red stain.
into space the
low
and the growing glow

of cloud ablaze,
till
rose, lifting
line of black hills,
it
set a carpet
hung, stretched
awning
across the sky, like a vast
of beaten, burnished copper.
DREAMED
I
strangely
grown REVERIE
of an age
pidturesque
of
the
December 35
rich enfeebled
of
shivering
the
nightly
informed
:
poor
justice;
for
democracy,
rational
by monotoiums ease
vast
clamouring
of
revolt
of
helpless
the
of priests striving
of
sentimental
to
ill-
be
moralists
Vignettes
52
REVERIE prote6ling iniquity

princes
of middle-class
of sybaritic saints
pompous
placent and
com-
of
politicians
of
dodlors hurrying the degeneration of
the race
bilities
befooling
critics
of
artists discarding
limitations;
for
pretentious
public
of
upon the 'busman's
refining
methods
possi-
of pressmen
of inhabitants of Camber-
well chattering of culture.
And I dreamed of this great, dreamy

London of ours of her myriad fleeting moods of the charm of her portentous provinciality and I awoke
;
all
a-glad and hungering for

life.
IN RICH-
MOND
PARK
the wan, lingering light of the

INwinter
afternoon, the park stood
all
it
deserted
sluggishly drowsing, so
seemed, with
its
muffled in greyness
lous, blurred.
One
spacious distances
;
colourless, fabu-
by one, through
Vignettes
the damp, misty
air,
53
loomed the
tall,
Overhead there
stark, lifeless, elms.
IN RICH-
MOND
PARK
lowered a turbid sky, heavy-charged
And, amid
with an unclean yellow.
the ruddy patches of dank and rotten-
ing bracken, the
way
life
seemed hushed
ing saddle.
The
ghostly
The rumour
noiselessly.
the vague,
listless
.
mare picked
little
her
rhythm of the creak.
daylight faded
a shroud of
enveloped
mist
of
there was only
the
and up from the vaporous
earth,
dis-
tance crept slowly the evening darkness.
T was New
Year's eve.
old scene.
The
old,
London night;
NEW
YKARS
EVE
heavy-brown atmosphere splashed with

liquid,
golden lights; the bustling mar- December 31
ket-place of sin
asilent
crowd of black
figures drifting over a wet, flickering
pavement.
54
Vignettes
NKW
The slow, grave notes from a church

tower took command of the night.
The last one faded the old year had
slipped by. And then a woman laugh-
YEAR'S
EVE
ed
a strident,
level
swept through
all
laugh
and there
the crowd a mad,
The women
feverish tremor.
ran one
welcoming the New Year in and the men,

shouting thickly, snatched at them as
to the other, kissing, wildly
;
And
they ran.
cabmen touted
the
eagerly for fares.
Across the road, by a corner, a
on a chair
street missionary stood
an undersized, poorly clad man, with

a wizened, bearded face.
..." Repent
repent
and save your souls to-night from the

eternal torments of hell-fire."
The women jostled

with foul gibes
girl
broke
him, pelted him
and one
young
into a peal of hysterical
laughter.
And
mused wonderingly on
the ugliness of sin.
Vignettes
A SULLEN
head
threading
55
glow throbs over-
golden will-o'-wisps are
their
rumour of
waits on
lights
like
tion,
of
feverish
The
Hyde Park corner
blaze
night
still,
January 15
London
air.
the
PARK
shadowy groupings
of gaunt-limbed trees; and the dull,

distant
IN ST.
JAMES'S
some monster, gilded constellashaming the dingy stars and

;
across the East there flares a sky-sign
a gaudy, crimson arabesque.

And
all
hangs draped
the air
in
the mysterious, sumptuous splendour
of a
murky London
night.
THE
city disgorges.
IN
All along the Strand,
the great, ebbing tide, the omnibuses,

a congested press of
gaudy
westwards, jostling and

tall,
craft, drift
jamming
I' I
IK
down STRAND
their
loaded decks, with a clanking of
chains, a rumble of lumbering wheels.
January 27
Vignettes
56
IN THE a thudding of quick-loosed brakes, a

STRAND
humming of hammering hoofs.
The empty hansoms slink silently
a long row
past the street hawkers
.
of dingy figures
edge
troops
line the
pavement-
newsboys
of frenzied
dart yelling through the traffic
and
woman
here and there a sullen-faced
struggles to stem the tide of men.
Somewhere, behind
heeded the sun has
Pall Mall,
set:
powdered with crimson dust

one the shops
their
gleam
un-
the sky
blazing
out,
windows of burnished
is
one by
glass; the
twilight throbs with a ceaseless shuffle
of hurrying feet
and over
all
things hovers the spirit of
London's grim unrest.
SUNDAY
AFTER-
NOON
was a
shabbily symIT metrical
a double row of
February 20 nificant,
little street,
insig-
dingy-brick houses.
Muffled
Vignettes
in the
noon,
less
dusk of the fading winter after-
seemed sunk
it
was
Sunday
in squalid, list-
SUNDAY
AFTER-
NOON
In the distance a church-
slumber.
bell
57
tolling
its
joyless mechanical
tale.
man
stood in the roadway, dron-
He
ing the words of a hymn-tune.
was old and decayed and
sluttish
he
wore an ancient, baggy frock-coat,

and, through the cracks in his boots,
you could
sec the red flesh of his feet.
His gait was starved and timid

touch of the
air
when he had
was very
dull
And
finished his singing, he
remained gazing up
lifeless
the
bitter.
at
the rows of
windows, with a look of

expcilancy
in his
blood-
shot, watery eyes.
THE
English Midlands, sluggishly RiiVKRIE
effluent, a
well-upholstcred
massy profusion of
April IS
undulations
Nor-
Vignettes
58
REVERIE mandy,
in
almost
dapper,
rusticity, its
finnikin
coquettish,
discreet
its
spruceness,
of detail
its
distinguished reticence
the plains of
Lombardy
in
midsummer,
all
vegetation
Switzerland, tricked out
in
glutted with luscious
cheap sentimentality,
penny crudity of tone

savagely harsh, with
rated colouring.
in a catch-
Andalucia,
its bitter,
.
exaspe-
In every country there links a personality,
and the contemplation of the
memories of the lands where one has

of the books one has cherished,
lived,
of the
women one
with
a strange sense of the incom-
it
has loved, brings
prehensible promptings of caprice.
With
the
fiu6luations
Musset seems
of
mood,
puerile or passionate
Amicl, lachrymose or exquisitely perceptive
Baudelaire, macabre or im-
passively statuesque
or
infinitely
Pater, tortuous
dexterous;
Meredith,
irksome or gorgeously prismatic.
There
are
women whom we wor-
Vignettes
fail
to
cer- REVERIE
who would
shipped years ago,

tainly
59
move
us to-day
books
that enthralled us in our childhood,
which we
we
places
hesitate
to
open again
had read of with delight,
from sur-
for that reason shrink
and
veying.
And
tree,
so to-night, beneath the lime-
by the dog-rose hedge, whilst
the grass-hoppers scrape their ceasechorus, and the
less
roam
flies
like
specks of gold, and the fawn-coloured

cattle stalk
I
home from
wonder dreamily how
the pastures,
have come
to love so steadfastly the
whole way-
ward grace of
this country-side
melancholy of
its
to
wide
plains,
the
burnt
dun colour by the Southern sun
the
desolate
silence
of those
lie
beyond;
contours of
wooded
endless pine forests that
the
hesitating
dark,
slopes; the distant Pyrenees, a long,
ragged, snow-capped wall
the daz-
zling-white roads, stretching between
Vignettes
6o
REVERIE their
slim poplars, straight to-
tall,
wards the horizon
the tumble-down,
white-faced villages, huddled on the

hilltops
tilted
their battered, sloping roofs,
awry,
all
loose-fitting,
like
peaked caps of faded-red

farmyards,
with
strewn
the
tiles;
dingy ox-
bedding, and littered with a decrepit
multitude of objeds, which,
new
can never have been
earthenware
tomed
leaves
seems,
rickety, rush-bot-
chairs, stacks of dead branches,
their
rustling
still
ing
pots,
it
broken
brown,
winter
the slow-paced oxen plough-
the
land
the
peasants,
men,
women, and children, swaying in

as they sow the maize, with
poultry pecking behind
bells
line
the
the jangling
of the dilapidated, yellow-wheeled
courier
the market-days, the sea of
blue berets^ the press of blue blouses,
the incoherent waving of ox-goads,

the
bristling
of curved
horns,
the
shifting mass of sleek, fawn-coloured
backs
the narrow, ramshackle streets
Vignettes
of the town
6i
the line of plane-trees REVERIE
on the place cCarmes^ beneath which

groups of grave bourgeois are for ever
pacing
the
and the Gave, spurting over
under
rocks,
bridge.
sun
Norman
old
The
the
slips
behind a bank of
inky cloud, slowly trailing
green
stain,
charm of
and the
this
tiny
pale-
its
old, penetrating
corner
of
the
earth returns, and the old longing to
bind myself to
to
my
to have
it,
place
through the years
in its life, always,
come.
The oxen
along the road
shadows
gone
have
;
way
their
the lengthy twilight
steal across the
garden
from
the church-spire up on the
hill
Angelus rings out
near
hand a tree-frog
shrill, clear
their
quite
starts
piping
tlie
at
his
note, and the cockchafers
angry whirling; and
tiien,
sudden, the violet night has
of a
fallen.
Vignettes
62
REVERIE wrapping
all
and sky
earth
mysterious,
her
in
impenetrable
blackness.
ENFANTILLAGE
April 23
AVE
you never longed to

wander there, in that won-
cloudland
derful
where,
the day through
white
summer
swelling
the
monstrous
sea,
cattle,
and drowsy, they
close-huddled
and
beyond
like droves of
the comely,
lie
milk-
clouds, slow and sleek
the
quick-scudding
darkling clouds, tattered with travelling
across
the
sky
the
mighty
thunder-clouds, violet and lowering

the flocks of fluffy-white baby clouds
and
all
the sun's great gaudy guard,
from the
daintily gilded sunset spars
to the blood-red bands that frequent
the South
Sometimes,
sea
lies
calm
at even-fall,
in
her opal
when
tints,
the
you
Vignettes
may
63
discern the distant lines of their
strange, fantastic
home, vague, phan-
tasmagoric, like a mirage beyond the

horizon.
Perhaps, after death,

there,
we may
and watch them
away towards
the lands
loved long ago
FINIS
linger
silently sail
we have
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