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the culprit, -who at ore acknowledged the theft. TTiese witch doctor* are held in great awe by the natives, and the victim Invariably confesses long I- ■•■re their magic begins to work. The types of natives illustrated In the photo graphs present no unfamiliar traits. Naturally, however, they disclose many of those fantastic modes of personal adornment on which count less explorers have dilated. Lieutenant Alex ander observed some fearsome beauties amongst the Baud* women. "They had small features," be says, "and their hair •was twisted into a groat number of well oiled strings that fell all und the head like the coat of a poodle dog, and a curved. Iron hook projected out of each nostril like the tusk? of a pig. Another stuck out through the upper lip. while the lower bulged out round the wooden disk of the pelele — altogether making up such a monstrous visage that one doubted the mind could be human that was behind it." It is pleasant to turn from the hideous appear ance—and often worse habits of the human be ings in these remote regions, to other matters which the author treats with enthusiasm. A Hi voted ornithologist, he made exhaustive re w arches into the bird life of Northern Nigeria. li«- remarks that there are scarcely any birds in Africa that can be called songsters in tbe sense < f the term applied to the summer migrants in I L- ¥ and. but he records two exceptions to this <:■ nh of bird music. "The one." he says, "is the song of the red thrush ... which in tone and passionate rendering is, to my mind, almost more beautiful than that of the night ingale; the other the boos; of a reed warbler, of which the exquisitely melodious notes are poured oat to the listener from cool recesses in thickets and reeds." His exploration of Lake Chad disclosed the fact that the fish in that body of water — one of which measured over live T.-t in length— are identical with the fish of the • 'I the lake itself he has things to say which d ay. as he fears, bo disappointing to some read ers, who, in picturing it in their minds, have given fancy free play. "To view the real Lake Chad,"* he says, "fancy must go clad in sober pray and with earth upon her head, and she • let not fear to take her way alone, for there is desert of water as well as of sand. Imagine a large pool in a grass grown plain, lying shal low like water in the palm of an outstretched fear.d. form^-d by the rivulets of the rain coming to rest in the gentle depression of an otherwise flat surface, and you have a miniature Lake Chad!" The place is haunted, he tells us, by the spirit of «»i i Urn m His invasion of that loneliness, which he oaf only explored bat mapped, has. ex panded our geographical knowledge. It is less, however, of the author's scientific achievements that the reader is apt to think than of just his daily task on the rivers and in the forest. The bffik is readable for its casual incidents., its ? hre«is and patches of information about strange tribes. Though the author's style is in no way striking, it ia clear and easy, the very medium for a Ftraightforward account of a manly piece cf nork. BAB ES Z.UWEYLA* Knight Adkin. in The Spectator. Solidly builded and firmly founded ]:v the Copper-Smiths* Street is a gateway wide, VTbere, tossing aloft their jets of marble, Tfie minarets guard it on either side. :•'..- overhead in the uttermost ether The great stars burn in a velvet sky. .•-.••. w. the bazaars lie hushed and silent Arid the flickering torches flare and die. StiH is the street. Remote and lonely The gate holds guard o'er th* sleeping town. >it the scavenger dog*. at its doors are busy. }"' r their feast was laid ere the night shut down. reUow and white and gray and dappled. Scorched and scalded and cropped of ear. Like ghouls obscene they scurry and gather •. Afreets that throng round a Kaffir's bier. ■^ g aloud through their yelping clamour "W.'.at is the call we can hear them cry? -y« are th. Masters, O nun. who despise us; Bat nevertheless — Ye die! Ye die! Ye smite, >•■ starve us, ye play and torture, Fet --pit If we raffle your garments' hem. Bat when Deatli lays hands on your Lords and - era We mate our meal on the bones of them; Hither to us come the fair and noble. Kroirs who galloped in steel and gold. The Mameluke slave and the Prankish traitor. H":head rofßer and statesman < '•><!■ Tij'i hands ■.■ kiss-ed and the hearts ye cher ished. And the '. < • that spumed you, helpless lie. T:.e [map of God is o'erthrown and broken In *he Jaws of the Dog— Ye die! Ye die! •Author's Note. — Xl Bab ea Zuweyla Is a gate .... where criminal^ and •. •<• prisoners were ic:i*>d. their bodies being left to the pariah dogs. It it- Btiil eapposed by most <'a;r«ies to L* . ■ int •c. ar;d they iivoid it after dark. -CJIAXCEr— ASD FT. AXTIJOXY OF PADUA. From The .■■..:•■'. London Sews. Who krj<-.\v«= what is chance? A golfer told rr;< lately that be was playing in Spain with a roung Catholic student of divinity, who hit bin baJ] iuto a forest of thistles. He sought for it eorrbirfally. for go* balls are expensive in Rpain. tariff reform being the rule in thai coun try At last the player bethought him of St. Anthony of Padua. that great finder of things i'^t. On him watch chain the young man wore a bmr.»> row dedicated to St. Anthony, or T!.:>»-d an with aba somehow. Detaching the crow be threw it high into the jungle of tbJsOes; while my friend marked where it fell. *«Nt up to it, and found the lost ball lying within *. few inches of the bronze cross. Mia Mary Johnston hi an American writer *!.<««• novels have become sufficiently poplar ha Bland to justify the publication of them ■::. Jfcw fora of "steuennys.- The Brat volume ol racjb an edition hi that entitled "By Order of It* Qx&xiauQy.T: NEW-YORK DAILY TRIBUNE, SUNDAY. JUNE 21, 1908. IN THE LAST CENTURY. Letters and Journals of an English Family. A FAMILY rHHOMCLE. Derived from Notes and Letters Selected by Harbarina. the Hon. Lady Grey, Kdited by Gertrude Lyster. kxo, pp. 344. K. P. Dutton & Co. This chronicle of Victorian days is modest in its pretensions and Is not especially abundant in anecdote. Yet it may well become a lasting bit of social history for the sake of its picture of three generations of delightful English women — women who fully employed their uncommon in tellectual gifts and accomplishments, yet who found time to shine in society and to be in the truest sense the beloved goddesses of home, sources of happiness and kindness to all about them. It is worth while to celebrate this type. The first of the three, Barbarina, Lady Dacre, was the daughter of a clever, rather eccentric baronet. Sir Chaloner Ogle, who was ready to forgive his little girls any childish crimes, we are told, on the production of a copy of verses. Lady Grey describes him as absentmindedly driving about the country, "repeating poetry. and declaiming aloud, his children being allowed to scramble about the carriage and occasionally ARAIIKLI^A WTLMOT, MRS. (From the portrs te tumble out without his perceiving it. My grandmother used to say there was a tradition that the laborers would run after him crying out "Sir rhaloner. Pir Chaloner. here is one of your children, you have dropped it In the road? Upon which he would take the child, replace it in the head or elsewhere, and drive on quite undisturbed ' Barbarina was the most brilliant of his three daughters and fully justified his car'ful training She was an artist of genuine ability, no mean P«-et, and her correspondents thought that her letters rivalled those of Sevigne. Her granddaughter finds the secret of that excellence in the fact that she wrote "just what came uppermost, and thought nothing too Email and trilling to be put down, fo that her tetter was a bit of herself." She waa an - *cel 1. it French and Italian scholar and h< r poetic translations were admirable She was withal a fain.us horsewoman and continued her riding into old age. mere is a story at once comical and touching of a rid. she took in her later years with old U>rd Lynedoch. a lifelong friend of the family: ;,..._-. The ""•;■•',,' ..,, :i a search party sal "", gffaffnnal \y botnthl afflicted hero and An intimate of Lady Dacre'a who lived not far from the Hoo and one who had the same love for horses was old Lady Salisbury. She was a quaint figure on hunting days, riding with a groom at her Bide. "who, people said got so eager in the chase that he encouraged his old rru . t ,,., s to come along and take leaps which were quite alarming, but which she was too blind to do more than acquiesce In." Dwelling on reminiscences of the venerable Marchioness, Lady Grey repeats a story which is still told as "the standing joke of the great county lady driving to the Hoo with her four horses — the postilions in well-fitting leathers and boots": They were caught in a sharp storm of rain, and the horses were put up. When th« time came for going home the carriage was duly ordereu. but did not make its appearance. It was again asked for. and, there seeming to be some mysterious hitch, one of the gentlemen went out to investigate mat ters. It was found that the poor postilions, having incautiously taken on* their wet leather breeches, now found it impossible to struggle into them again, and were at their wits' ends to ex temporize any riding costumes for the journey home. Lady r>acre permitted few of her letters to survive, but what glimpses we have of them show a v' orous mind and a fascinating sense of humor. The most picturesque letters of the collertion were written by her only child, Mrs. Frederick Sullivan, the mother of Barbarina, Lady Grey, and the original, in her childhood, of Hoppners engaging portrait. These letters are full of lively interest in men, women and lit erature. Thid busy clergyman's wife managed to find i little leisure for authorship, and among her admiring friends were the cleverest men in English society. Many of the celebrities of the earlier half of the last century appear in these epistles. Mrs. Norton (the possible "Diana of the Crossways") was one of them. "Splendidly, magnificently, furiously beautiful," Mrs. Sulli- FIIPJDERICK SULLIVAN. it by Hoppner.) van call? her "She had a Cleopatra head! I never saw anything: so torm.-nting'y beautiful. One is attracted by her consummate beauty, one is repelled by her odious manner! Eyes so, bo soft -not soft exactly— the expression very un like the Insolent expression of her mouth. Mr. Norton rather fidgeting around her." A much pleasanter impression of the famous beauty is given in h<-r own letters printed in this volume. Fanny Kemble was in lur lovely youth a friend of Mrs. Sullivan and continued that friendship to her daughter Barbarina. "Fanny was charming in Beatrice," writes the former to her husband, — "her countenance, her aetinp charm ing. There is a morsel too much wriggle, I just confess; but when one owns to the wriggle, one has not another fault to find, and every other merit." And she concludes after seeing Fanny at home: "I think if she could not act, one would like h«-r for her own sake us a companion. 1 wish you had been at the play last night. Fanny is prettiest when she is sad. Her sad face from her gay on. Is bewitching. She says she lih<s acting comedy l>< st. but she can't do it. it is bo much more difficult." The old Bar barina, Lady Dacre, wrote in after years to her granddaughter: '"Fanny, when acting Juliet, was in the midst of all the pasteboard and scene shifters, and everything most destructive to il lusion, with Romeos who turned her stomach no wonder with h<r imagination and all the et ceteras stated that she felt disgust, and, poor thin; ' flew to Butler for refuge— into what a fire "out of such a trifl.- of a frying pan! Ye power-:' We may note that there are h- re a few winning letters written to th.se friends by Fanny during her married life in America with fi<-r<e liutler. Whin the young Victoria was crowned Mrs. Sullivan was in the Abbey and sent home a long account of the ceremony. With their coronets on their heads, she says, all the peers hN.ketl as if they had their night caps on: One very old peer. Lord nolle, who was sup ported to the steps, tumbled down, and there waa a rush to help him. The Queen got up from he* throne and darted to the top step to save his mounting. The old fellow persevered, and did h»a homage, and there was a heartfelt burst for th« dear Queen, who always combines youthful, fem inine, girlish gentleness, and consideration for others, with the most perfect royal dignity and discretion. I cannot Fay how young, innocent, simple and meek she locked as she stood by the Recognition chair when the Archbishop presented her to us at first as the "Undoubted sovereign or these realms" to be recopnizecl by us. I began to cry. and could cry over her at any moment of th« twenty-four. Next day our letter-writer met the royal girl driving, "in a white chip bonnet, very pretty and neat, smiling and looking pleased and happy. She was quite a pretty girl, with a pecul iar, sweet and intelligent countenance." Not all the personages appearing in this volume leave so pleasant an impression. Gertrude Sullivan sets down in her journal, for example, a saying of Sydney Smith's which was more tart than just: 1 "Some one having asked Westmaeott why among his figures he had no American, he an swered that the costume would be so like th© English as to make no distinction. 'Distinction? said Sydney Smith. 'Make some one presenting the American with a bill and him slinking away behind the barrels.' " Smith's brother "Bobus" was one of Lady Dacre's friends, and there are some charming letters from him there. Bulwtr Lytton al» was at his best as her correspondent, and there aro included various entertaining and charai ti ris tically sentimental letters from Miss Mitford. Most interesting of all are the journals of Bar* barina Grey when on her travels. LITERARY NOTES. It will not have been the fault of the Inta Francois Coppee if generations of Frenchmen yet to' come are not familiar with his lin--ii*r:< nts. He has left a marble bust of himself to the In stitute of France; a bronze bust to his doctor, which he, in tarn, is to bequeath to the Od*on Theatre, and his statuette by Molini to the Museo Carna valet. The waya of the British novelist In dealing with American characters are often fearful and wonderful. Here is one who makes his heroine, daughter of a duke, show her devotion to her ancient house by knocking down the son of the American President for referring to the family portrait gallery as "a collection of the bullyest criminals in English history." In his new book on the ••Court of Russia," Mr. E. A. B. Hodgetts gives a strange picture of Alexander 111, father of the present Czar: Tie had only little self-control, nnd would fly into paroxysms of rage, when it was not even safe for his wife to approach him. On one occa sion he was known to have nearly kill<"l a Ger man nerve specialist whom he bad railed in to examine his son and with whose medical opinion he was profoundly dissatisfied. He gave him a Ikix on the ear which literally sent him ">:iii; out of the room. Mr. Thomas Hardy, who has just passed his sixty-eighth birthday, is said to have fettled down quietly as a country justice of the peace, and it is added that it takes a great deal to tear him from the house at Dorchester, which h© built himself. There he leads the simple life, which is occasionally invaded by a crowd of lit erary "trippers" from London, ;; crowd whose presence he would no doubt willingly dispense with. Writers of verse will probably hare a sym pathetic apprehension of the meaning or" a not© from Tennyson's hand which ac< nmpanies "The Revenge" in the new Eversley edition of that poem. He tells us that the line, At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenviilc lay, was on his desk for two years. Then it struric fire as the true poetic phrase Is sure to do, t»on or late, and he finished the ballad "all at once, in a day or two." Another note in this volume has to do witr, a certain dream. "I never saw any landscape." h© says, "that came up to the landscapes I bay© seen in mv dreams: The mountains of Switzerland seem insignifl oant compared with the mountains I have imag ined One of the most wonderful experiences I ever had was this. I had gone without meat for six weeks, living only on vegetables, and at trie end of the time, when I came to eat a mutton chop I shall never forget the sensation. I never felt such joy In my blood. When 1 went to >-■!<■. 1 dreamed that 1 saw the vines of the South, with huge Bshcol branches, trailing over the glaciers of the North. "Captain Margaret" is the t i t !♦- >>t the fir-t nu\<l of that writer of stirring sea verse. Mr. John Masefield. It i^ a romance of the sea. .?f the Virginia of the time of Governor Howard ••f Effingham, and of the Muletas Islands. Captain Margaret is a French soldier who is described ;;s having made a successful stand against Spanish power in Darien. It is reported by the "Depeche d'Orienf that 1 1 1 « - retirement of the Marquis Salonji, tli» iMitn© Minister of Japan, has a literary reason Th© marquis, who has- ;i remarkably good knowledge of the French language, had i üblished a Japan ese translation of Zola's "Paris." The Mikado, it is said, did not like the n-n-< 1 and prohibited the sale of it in his dominions. Hence the resig nation of the Premier, "wounded alike in his jrid<_- as statesman and as author." The manuscript of Oray's "Ode to Eton Col lege" lias just become the property of the one Institution in the world which ought naturally to possess it -Eton herself. She owes it to the enlightened generosity of six British publishers who combined to purchase the poem -which otherwise might have come to America. Equal ly enlightened Americans will be glad to know that it is to remain at Eton forever, or at least until that fabled New Zealander sits down un comfortably on the ruins of London Bridge English paragraphera have been prematurely expressing emotions apropos of the publisher* announcement of a new book by "John Mor ley"—they like the notion of keeping the honored old Him.- known to the world of letters. It ;tf> pears that they are to be disappointed, for tho name upon the title page will be "Viscount Morley of lilackburn." 7 '