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Hes with suspicion and dislike; and thus
'^dually a breach was formed between herself
d tne nation. She had its interests as sin
ly at heart as any English monarch either
S«e or after her. but those interests, as she
derstood them, were hopelessly at variance
JJ seething crowd of ideas that were
the life of the people." The Span-
Th marriage, in rjthing a mistake, was par
licuiaily unfortunate in view of Mary's nac-
I nary disposition in mattera of religion. Even
!r Philip had been more tactful apd more liberal
Ln'he was-and he acted, aft£" all. with con
siderable discretion— it was inevitable that her
o-a'rd for him should have had a subtle and
Mtent Influence upon the development of the
Marian persecutions. Mr. Stone makes us feel
a little sorry for the Queen in her marriage.
Her misery when disappointed in her expecta
tion of an'h. was genuine, and if sh3 suffered
to her own disappointment she suffered also in
husband's. His selfish abandonment of her
deepens the pathos associated with her name,
gut while this biography is fair enough in most
f its pages, we are a little doubtful of those
which relate to the f.res of Smithfield. That
jjary kindkd them with the mrlicious Joy of a
jaonstrous bigot no one is anxious to believe,
and we have no difficulty in accepting Mr.
Stone's criticism of the "Book of Martyrs.-
Foxe was not tbe most impartial writer that ever
lived. l>^t the chapter on the martyrs in this
book conta::.s too little analysis of Mary's per
eona , responsibility, and is colored too much
throughout by the tone of the following para
But apart from all misrepresentation, exag
geration, distorted evidence and positive fiction,
there remains the fact that a. considerable num
ber of persons did perish at the stake in Mary's
reign, although it is as great an historical ab
6Ur; ;, to apply to Mary the epithet "bloody"
as it v to attach that of "good" to vjueen Eliz
abeth. Mary did but sanction that which was
not ocly the common practice throughout Chris
tiand-tni, but which had been the law of Eng
jand for more than one hundred and Ii ft y years,
and which continued in force for upward of a
century am r her. Utterly repugnant to mod
ern ideas as is the thought which made it pos
gible to punish any religious propaganda with
the death of the propagandist, we must admit
that Mary, and these whose business it w:'s to
carry out the law, far from entertaining feel-
Ingsof vengeance, provided every possible loop
hole of estate for th.-s-- under examination.
Moreover, the accused, even on the showing of
Foxe, instead of Wins the meek and lamblike
martyrs we have been led to consider them,
persist«ntlj llouted their judges, and treated
tfctn. with flippant insolence and contempt.
This is mgenioas but scarcely conclusive. The
reader at Mr. Stone's book may think a little
belli r of Queen Mary than he thought before.
But he will go on thinking that hers was not an
essentially Ftrong or noble soul, that she is inef
faceably stained by h--r disloyalty to her mczher
and by her religious persecutions, and that she
did not make way for Elizabeth a day too soon.
SOXGG OF THE TOILER.
J. H. K. Adkin, in The Spectator.
'Midst maxims* click and rattle,
Quick-firers' crack and scream.
Dazed with th.- lust of battle.
Half blind with smoke and steam.
Men Cace the Hying shrapnel.
And dare the bursting shell,
When every gun's a shambles.
And all the deck a hell!
But pent and caged, unknowing
Which way the light incline,
I keep my engines going
Beneath the water line.
No praise or blame to spur me
In this my hour cf trial,
I stand and grip tbe lever,
I stand and watch the dial.
I know no battle passion
To set my blood aglow,
I work in sober Cashion,
But if we l.'-:l. I know
T.-.: boiled, or liayed, or stifled,
Or mashed amongst the gear.
I die, a "mere non-combatant,"
An unknown Engineer.
John Masefield, in The Speaker.
He stumbled out of the alley way with checks
the color of : iste.
Arid shivered a spell and mopped his brow with
a clout of cotton waste.
"I've a lick cf fever-chills," be said, " 'n f my
inside it's green.
But I'd be as gnt as rain," he said, "if I had
But there ... no quinine for us poor sailor
"But them then passengers," he said, "if they
There's brimmin' buckets o' quinine fer them,
an' buigin' crates o pills.
A: a doctor wi* Latin an' drugs an' all enough
to sink a town.
■\. they lies i|uiet in th<-ir blushin* bunks 'n'
mops their gruel down.
But there ain't none o' ibtm '■■'-'(: ways for us
poor sailor men.
- Pen rard 'n' he says, says
c . - you a Etraigfat tip.
;■ jr Cape Horn fever tricks
(■'. ■ gs o* duds, my son, "n" aft, 'n'
T t cure ki a tot f- ■. er-chills to shovellin'
It's that's irfaat it is, Cor us poor
Two hundred and fifty manuscripts of H'-ine —
con:*: of th<-m unpublished — are offered for sale
in Paris. They Delude both poetry and prose.
With these are also Bfered a collection of about
thr*-* hundred letters to Heine from distin
guished literary personages, together with som«
cf the poet's persona] ♦•ffects. Ibe whole col
lect i<n is beld at $G,OOO. a price •which, we
lma^i.-ie, *lil not be paid.
NEW-YORK TRIBUNE ILLUSTRATED SUPPLEMENT.
IN GARDEN AND FIELD,
THE PLEASANT NOTES OF TWO NATURE
IN MY VICARAGE GARDEN AND El SE
JJ'HERE. Uy the Rev. Henry N. Ellacombe,
M. A. Crown octavo, pp. 252. John Lane.
STRAY LEAVES FROM A BORDER GARDEN
By Mary Pamela Milne-Home. Crown octavo'
pp. 340. John Lane.
A loving student of nature and of literature,
and an accomplished gardener, Canon Ella
combe has set forth in his new volume a
lavish store of quaint information, practical
BUgeestion and entertaining reminiscence
Whether he talks of the "Mixed Garden," of
Alpine flora, of plant names, of roses or of car
pet plants, he irresistibly beguiles bis reader
from chapter to chapter, and leav< s that reader
longing for more He is a gardener of a liberal
mind, and does not even join in the crusade
against "1» dding out" and "carpet gardening."
If one man. forsooth, "i- more refreshed by the
stiffness ol a bedded out garden, and another
by the greater freedom of a mixed garden, let
each please himself in his own way." The good
(From a portrait painted under tbe Influence of Holt* In.)
canon, to be sure, takes no pleasure himself in
the stiff beds; his own garden is a beauteous
thing of "wild regularity, ' in which the borders
are always full, "in which there is no repeti
tion," and "which in every month of the year
and in every week can show a different set of
plants in flower." Jiut there is a certain carpet
planting of which he approves, i. c., the use
in mass of a soft, tender, short, evergreen
plant which will allow flower plants to have
free growth amid its clustering leaves. He finds
best adapted for this purpose a campanula from
Dalmatia, which in summer is a mass of lovely
pale blue flowers, and is in the English winter
a close carpet of perfect green. If one must,
perforce, have a background for flower effects
run. ip ii.
(Prom the portrait by Titian.)
in bed or border where grass would exhaust th.
soil, this planting is no doubt satisfactory.
And, speaking of grass, the author mentions
what he as^.-rts is a complete remedy for tfie
plantain evil in an otherwise beautiful lawn.
It is common table salt. "Pla< c a piece about
the Bize of a hazel nut," he says, "on the very
middle of the plant In hot, dry weather. Don't
spread It, and don't make a hole in the plant.
but leave the salt on it, and In two or three
days the leaves will blacken and the root will
so i i mpl< tely perish that I have known a hoi-
left In the grass of two or three Inches fli
ameter. This soon fills up, and the plant will
not appear again." We commend this to the
despairing maker of the suburban lawn, to
whom the tireless plantain has seerm-.l even
as an envoy from the Evil One himself.
Of rock gardens the canon discourses In
judicious and lively fashion. The majority of
these he agrees with us in considering hideous,
and he is urgent in condemning any suggestion
of artifice in forming such a garden. But h..w
difficult to strike the happy mean! Why expect
even a well trained, practical gardener to con
struct a thing which demands the inspiration
of an artist? One thing to be avoided, as the
author notes, is too much neatness. H<- in
stances an otherwise charming rock garden,
which was utterly spoiled by this out of place
yirtue. "Not only was every shrub carefully
clipped, but every stone was twice a year
thoroughly scrubbed and scraped, ho that,
though it was more than twenty years old wbea
I saw it, it looked s if made yesterday; nature
and time had done all they could to soften its
hardness and to clothe its bare surfaces, but
the gardener was able to defy thorn." The must
successful rock garden the author ever saw was
that of a little suburban villa— a garden formed
out of the rubbish of old houses pulled down
in the neighborhood, and m: de and planted by
an old lady and gentleman, both over foursi ore
Mrs. Milne-Home's notes of country !if> <>n
the Scottish border are made up of personal ob
servations and experiences, combined with cu
rious lore from many an oldtime author. The
verse with which sise peppers her agreeable
dish of gossip we could easily spare; it is mostly
her own, and, if well intentioned, is extremely
poor. She is most interesting when slit- writes
of old customs and of modern instances; when
she tells of the French sorrel, which still
grows where Mary Stuart planted it, when she
came, a fair young widow, from France; when
she sets down the case of a robin building a
n. -st in the heart of a cabbage; when she records
of the big, white, scented iris that it is an old
"potlcary" remedy against laziness, and of the
white flowers of the wild elder that great
bunches of it make soft and delicious the hard
water of her bath; when she writes of the o.d
i»-au whose nightcap of white satin, embroidered
with pink rosebuds, has come down through
long years from one heir to another, or of the
little black pigs of Britain, the most alert,
saucy, inquiring, nonchalant and clever of their
kind; and when she recounts her adventures
with wildlings of the Held and wood. These are
the baby peewits or whaups, found hiUiny in
the marshy ground:
We almost trod on these two before we saw
them, lying curled up in the deep, dry foot
mark of a cow, where they looked just like
black, tuny caterpillars or hairy oubits. 1 t ok
one up in my hand, a dear little, long legged,
"lang netil.it" creature, with white and downy
underside, and .i sort of white ruff round its
neck. ... In the North of Scotland, Jamie
son says, the devil is sometimes called "Auld
Whaupneb," and in Roxburghshire, near here,
a person with a long nose was call" 1
Whaupnebbit Thi dear little whaup, it curled
itself up quite snugly in the hollow of my band,
and looked at me fearlessly with its little bright
eye, like a little black bead. I have beard that
pet-wit babies, if Btartled before they can fly,
run and hide their beads like ostriches in any
handy tussock, and think they are all hid.
This may l»- their habit, but 1 have never seen
thi :n do anything but just squat In the ln< ■
!i- s of the ground, tu< king their long l< gs under
them in the most marvellous way. 1 think they
are not much beloved on the Border bj i
country f..'.k. because in old days, when the
. Covenanters took refuge from th< r
pur; lers In the marshlands and bogs, th
ratic flight of the disturbed peasweeps often I ■)
to th.- i apt .!•• ■ r the n llgionist s. Th< • I
Scotch term for a complaining person was a
[ esweepy i reature.
The j •■■ uliai Ities of gardeners are :i never fail
: ing source of amusement and Irritat .- t>> the
owner of a garden. and Mrs. Milne-Home Is
not without anecdotes thereof. One <>f these
notable personages, she discovered, !;••!•! firmlj
to an arisl racy of vegetables as of Ilowers.
The r. ok of the border mansion house, bereft
of early onions for seasonli sent in a piteous
petition f"r chives. Master Gardener »a* all
hauteur. "Chives," qu< th A. "i »h! Chives have
never been in thi garden yet. Ou ay, 1 k- :i
it weel; yell find it In all the hinds 1 gardens,
but i)'< In the Laird's. There's som< Cooks
wadna demean thelrsels to cook them for the
likes of you. They're Just a common vegetable,
common, nmon, no arlstocratlclik< Hut I'll
gie •:•.• m a rm rlf ye wish." And with infinite
condescension the chives were planted.
Now an 1 again our author quotes a lii ol
verse from half forgotten pages. \V< owe her
thanks for this quaint and dainty record fi'-rn
Cutwode's "Caltha Poetarum" of tin- going ol a.
B< •■ on llgrlmage:
He made himself a pair of holy beads:
Thi fifty ayes were of gooseberries.
Th< paternosters and the holy creeps
\\ ere mad« of i- d and goodly fail rijK ■ ■!. r
Mles.sing hi; marigold ith a\ e-mai
And on a slaff made of a fennel stalk
Th<- adroll Imngs hili he along did walk;
And with the (lower monknh i inakts a cowl,
And of grey dock gut himself a gown,
And looking lik. a f"\ nr holy fool.
]|.. i,;,. • his ttle beard and sh ives his crown:
And in his pilgrimage goes uji nd <i«>\\n;
And with a wabrel i • at he made a wallet
With scrip, t<> beg his erum and pick bis
Mr. Bliss Perry. Edit >r of "The Atlantic." is
nboul to brina uut "A Studj of Prose Fiction,"
; , discussion of the outlines of the art of fli tion.
•|-> material ia In a measure derived from the
n.ites of his Princeton lectures, and the book
|« intended to !••■ useful k< the teacher a.s well
as to the k« neraJ reader.