him ridiculous. It would have been a matter of regret if they had succeeded, for he was a typical representative of qualities, never very common, which are still popular with Englishmen, and in virtue of which he performed some rare and difficult feats. But his memory has had a narrow escape, for his biographers are sadly lacking in the sense of proportion, and display besides that absence of humour which is sometimes an abounding cause of mirth in others. Their acquaintance with the English language is also imperfect. And yet, thanks mainly to a free and on the whole judicious choice of extracts from his writings and speeches, they have produced, as we gladly admit, a fairly clear and intelligible portrait. Their attitude towards their hero, if sometimes a little perplexing, is candid, and by no means that of indiscriminate admiration. Thus they are much exercised by the want of direct evidence of religious feeling, and the difficulty becomes acute when they proceed to draw a comparison between Burnaby and Gordon. As regards contempt of danger and fertility of resource the comparison will hold. For the rest they are reduced to quoting a direction given by Burnaby for balloonists in certain very critical circumstances, to "trust to Providence and the chapter of accidents."

"The quotation here made is interesting, as containing one of the very few references to Providence throughout the whole of Burnaby's published works. Indeed, even here not too much weight need be given to it, for it is immediately modified by the chapter of accidents.'"

The whole of the passage they quote, describing the difficulties connected with a balloon descent, is good and characteristic, but we should not have thought of extracting a profession of faith from it. But the authors' forte is distinctly the drawing of large conclusions from very small premises. Burnaby was crossing from Calais to Dover: "Two fellow - travellers,' he says, 'whose acquaintance I had made in the train, were talking to the sailors.' [The hidden meaning here lies in the italicized words.] Here, then, at forty years of age, may Burnaby be found just as he had lived at twenty-enjoying existence like the boy, from many points of view, he remained all his life. Neither the approach of

middle age nor the first attacks of a merciless disease had in any way stilled that ardent heart or silenced the cheery inquiring tongue."

When the Montgolfier balloon ascended from Cremorne the Daily Telegraph called for a volunteer, and found one in the person of a young man in bad health and recklessly anxious to distinguish himself. Burnaby, who leaped in at the last moment-nearly wrecking the ascent, which was dangerous enough as it was—became fast friends with the correspondent. This was not very wonderful, but his biographers mention as a touching proof of his capacity for friendship that, in spite of the difference of position between the two men, Burnaby could write eighteen years after this expedition of "my friend, the late Mr. Prowse." Several curious expressions occur in the book. A reader ignorant of recent geography, being told of the "bronchial affection from which he suffered severely for several years before he found ultimate relief at Abu Klea," might naturally suppose that the reference was to a watering-place.

On his last start for the Soudan, wishing to avoid notice, for fear of detention by the authorities,

"he slipped off without saying 'good-bye openly to any one. At his house they tell how he said to Robert [Lady Whitshed's footman], 'Good-bye; I shan't come back,' or 'I may not come back.'......The valediction is a final instance of Burnaby's implacable friendship in his treat

ment of the humbler folk about him"!

This must be our final quotation of the absurdities scattered throughout the book. But it is only fair to add that the interesting matter predominates. Burnaby was a man who deserved a memoir. Without being exactly a many-sided man, he did several things, and did them well. He had not merely an enthusiasm for ballooning, but an extensive practical acquaintance with the subject. Not many men could have successfully taken the Ride to Khiva, and still fewer could have described it so well. His still more dangerous defiance of the Russians at Plevna and his defiance of the Radicals of Birmingham were equally characteristic. All these things are more or less efficiently treated in the book before us.

According to his biographers he was suffering latterly from an advanced stage of heart and lung disease. His friends may therefore have the consolation of knowing that his life could not in any case have been much prolonged, while death came to him in the form which he probably would have chosen for himself.

The Literature of the French Renaissance: an Introductory Essay. By Arthur Tilley, Fellow and Tutor of King's College, Cambridge. (Cambridge, University Press.)

IT is a pity that when Mr. Tilley decided upon publishing by itself the introduction to his contemplated work on the Literature of the French Renaissance,' he did not to his contemplated work on the Literature choose a title which should at least indicate

the contents of the book. The present volume might be supposed to give a summary account of the literature of the French Re

Bu

lishes this compilation by itself. while Mr. Tilley's title is misleading to th reader, and his book is unfair to its autho it is not to be denied that his work forms well-arranged and compendious introductio to a history which we hope to have one day and we are grateful for what we have now The volume opens with two chapters o "The Renaissance in General" and "Th Renaissance in France," each of them a excellent example of the academical essay lucid, pleasantly written, and not too learned We are next introduced to the nativ mediæval literature of France and to the means of education afforded by the Univer sity of Paris and by the activity of the religious orders. Mr. Tilley then describes the political condition and relations of France at the close of the fifteenth century, the revival of classical studies, and the impulse added to their prosecution by the invention of printing. He concludes with a sketch of the immediate forerunners of the literary movement of the French Renaissance.

We may say at once that whatever Mr. Tilley writes about French literature-that is, about literature written in French-is evidently the fruit of solid and independent reading. His third and eighth chapters contain as intelligent and as interesting an account of the early history of that literature as could well be given within the narrow limits of some fifty pages. Mr. Tilley's grasp is less decided when he approaches subjects less immediately connected with his own studies. The history of the Middle Ages and the history of learning during that period he seems to know only through the common text-books, and of those not always the best text-books. But he not merely compiles; he generalizes on second-hand information which he does not always understand. Mr. Bryce's phrase "the Roman Renaissance," for the whole set of facts tha 1400, is no doubt capable of misconception make up the history of learning from 1100 to as if that set of facts was summed up in the but it is singular to find Mr. Tilley speaking commentators on the Roman law, in Dante Petrarch, and Boccaccio, and did not include the entire scholastic movement as well, though this was carefully mentioned by Mr Bryce, to whom he gives a general reference (Holy Roman Empire,' p. 241). It is stil more singular that Mr. Tilley should think it necessary to explain that "the actua Renaissance was born of Greece rather tha of Rome." Then, again, we are surprise to see how he treats the importance of Gree in the domain of theology. That Greek i essential to an exact knowledge of the Ner Testament is, of course, self-evident; bu Mr. Tilley dwells on the fact that "th greater and more important part of patristi literature is Greek." He does not seem to be aware that most of the Greek fathers of the first rank had been familiar to Wester scholars by means of Latin translations for centuries before the Renaissance; nor do we find that the Greek type of theological ex position exercised any remarkable influence upon Western thought after its origina opened to the world. The Latin tradition remained pre dominant in theology in spite even of the Protestant Reformation.

naissance, and to be modestly described as "an introductory essay" in comparison with some larger book, or books, on the same subject. But it is nothing of the sort. It is an introduction meant to be prefixed to a work which Mr. Tilley hopes one day to complete; and it is concerned not at all with the literature of the French Renaissance, but solely with the antecedents of that literature. To begin with, it is true, Mr. Tilley discusses the meaning and broad characteristics of the Renaissance, and defines the chronological limits of his projected work. But all the "literature" with which this volume is concerned is that of the Middle Ages. As an introductory section of a long history the book might do very well, but we cannot understand its raison d'être in a separate form. It is, in fact, a set of essays which require something else to support and justify them; it has neither the coherence nor the thoroughness necessary for an independent book. The writer of a substantial critical treatise may be allowed, perhaps, to compile his introduction without much minute or original investigation in fields which are not actually a part of his special study; Mr. Tilley is apt to confound two elements but it is quite another matter if he pub-in medieval culture which ought to be kept

sources had been once more

arefully distinct, namely, classical and theolegial learning. He talks of Abelard as though he were specially a classical scholar. As a matter of fact we should be inclined to ay that the rise of theological study was he principal cause of the decline of that lassical learning which had flourished so tably in the twelfth century. Mr. Tilley also seems to fall into that curious anahronism which in thought, if not in words, dentifies France with Paris. John of Salistury learned his classical scholarship not at Paris-tist had only dialectic and theology to offer-but at Chartres, which deserves a clearer recognition than it has generally received as the great home of humanism in the first half of the twelfth century. Mr. Tilley has naturally not recognized this fact, cause his information seems to be limited lmost entirely to the 'Histoire Littéraire e la France,' the earlier volumes of which, earned as they are, can only be accepted with the greatest caution. Perhaps, indeed, we ought not to find fault with Mr. Tilley For not knowing where to look for his materials in what is admittedly only an Entroduction to a future history; but, we repeat, by publishing this by itself Mr. Tilley has wilfully exposed himself to critiism, and it is with sincere regret that we And the substance of his introductory book to be in many ways so inferior in quality to what we expect to have in time to come. For whenever Mr. Tilley glances forward to the sixteenth century we find clear evidence of conscientious work and thoroughly competent scholarship.

RECENT VERSE.

The Poems of Francis Heywood Warden. With
a Notice by Dr. Vanroth. (Blackwood &
Sons.)

Sets By E. H. Brodie. (Bell & Sons.)
Forms and Fragments. By Charles James.

(Gardner.)
The Glasne Ballad Club: Ballads and Poems.
By Members of the Glasgow Ballad Club.
(Blackwood & Sons.)

In Cornwall and Across the Sea, with Poems
written in Devonshire. By Douglas B. W.
Sladen. (Griffith, Farran & Co.)

ME WARDEN's poems are introduced to the pubby a memoir from the pen of one Dr. Octavius ath, of which it cannot be said, as it is cusry to say of such compositions, that the editor rought love and sympathy to his task. The st editor disapproves of his poet both as and writer, though he allows him certain qualities. Here is a brief quotation : Mr. Warden, the selfishness (for I can use cther term) which dominated his character developed in a way which, if it left room for on his own account, yet did not require chers the reprobation usually attached to I do not wish to put forward a plea nba behalf before a tribunal to which he never ed; or to say anything in discharging my which would provoke, were he still living, ful repudiation. But, to render a just ent possible, I may observe that a suffiy high-if the reader pleases, an absurdly

erated-estimate of himself will sometimes a man to behave practically much as if he controlled by strict and lofty principle." Vanroth's sentences are at times so inred as to be almost incomprehensible. HowMr. Warden could have no reason for

paint, since we learn that he himself re

ed Dr. Vanroth to undertake the present
, though he knew at what variance he and
future editor were on most points.
The
is themselves are distinctly interesting and

are full of promise. They have none of that false ornamentation, that tinselly glitter, which verse from genuine distinguish counterfeit poetry. They show a mind strong, but embittered by adversity, a mind ever striving to penetrate the mystery which surrounds each life as a great waveless sea surrounds some forlorn little island which in time it will submerge. Take, for example, this bitter complaint of Swift at Moor Park,' which probably represents the writer's own feelings :

Ye ask why on my absent brow

The cloud of darkness oft descends?
Ye think I still should smile as now,

And that were merrier, fair my friends
After your ignorance ye err,
Who to that gloom this mirth prefer.
So questioned, I will give reply

Than your conjecture more exact,
Partly to check your curious eye,

And partly from authentic fact:
And if my laughter wakes the while,
Desire ye not that I should smile?
This from high Heaven I claim to know-
Who gave the right to place me here
A living man 'mid things of show,
In blinded lands a vision clear?
Never Oblivion sinned so deep.
'Twas just with this to break its sleep.
Were what the various earth affords

Of pomp and pleasure, made my own,
And master of victorious swords

I ruled supreme, could this atone
For all the undefeated ills
That fly not him who rules and kills?
Not less would everything I prized
To dream and dust and mockery turn;
The lips I loved would grow despised,
Hate of my flesh within me burn:
Too well the unfilled void I know
If all were given. It is not so.
The base necessities of life

Hem in my soul on every side,
And thrust me forward in a strife,

Where triumph's self were fallen pride:

I am encompassed night and day

By clamouring tongues, and blare and bray.

Some of the poems reveal a vein of weird fancy which recalls Poe-'The Cynic Amphitryon,' for instance:

I dwell in a desolate house

On the cliffs of a muttering sea, And oft, like wandering clouds, Spectral and sheeted crowds

Come in through the window and make carouse
In the dead night-watch with me.

And ever my head swims light,
Though my heart may stony be:

I arose and laughed and said,
"What matters alive or dead?

Ye are ten times ten, and I know not aright
How many to count for me.

"Tis sweet, the damp night air

And the ponderous roll of the sea;
These bowls ye have seen before,
Of the wine ye have ample store,
But drink yet again, and the fairest fair
Shall measure a dance with me."
The spectres gibbered and sang,

They locked their arms in glee:
"Now here," they cried, "is mirth,
And a wine that tastes of earth;
There is many a host that feasts our gang,
But never a one like thee."

Let them make a bold carouse,
My jest will merrier be;

For whenever I stamp my foot,
This rock shall cleave to the root,
And thundering down, restore the house
To the cold oblivious sea,

'Pre

studies, though written in rhymed verse. There are in the book some good dramatic sumption,' the story of the officer who was shot for deserting his post in a sudden paroxysm of terror and who yet died with unwavering firmness, is simply but powerfully told. The poem is too long to quote at length and would suffer from a mere extract. In spite of much that is crude there can be no doubt that, had Mr. Warden lived and received due encouragement, he would, in spite of his editor's strictures, have developed into a poet of marked and varied

powers.

Not the least remarkable feature of Mr.

Brodie's volume is his preface, in which he expounds his sonnets with that spirit of loving reverence noticeable in certain well- meaning persons who bring to light the literary indis

cretions of some defunct friend or relative. Mr.

Now

Brodie has travelled much, and he has recorded his impressions in a series of sonnets. when Wordsworth, whom Mr. Brodie loyally follows, did the same thing, failure was often

the result. The justification of this form of composition is one distinct clear cut idea, naturally dividing itself into octave and sestet. Places, therefore, as a rule, do not lend themselves to sonnet uses. Mr. Brodie fails to realize how much too much he writes. The best of his descriptive sonnets show accurate observation, good music, and a quick eye for picturesque effects. Take the following for example, though in this case the twelfth line as regards metrical expression is an exception :

WESTON-SUPER-MARE-EVENING.

How dull this day has been, but now behold
Under the distant headland's gloomy crest
Upon the hazy waters of the west

A crocus line of unexpected gold,

Which, as I gaze, the fanning airs unfold
Into broad ripples dancing in unrest,
Till to my very feet o'er ocean's breast

The vesper glory of the sun is rolled.
Welcome stray gleam of transitory light;
My mind was drear and vacant as the scene,

Like brooding eve anticipating night,

When the last half-hour only is between,
Welcome as some rich thought within the brain
That leads a thousand others in its train.

A few sonnets equally good are buried under a mass of others on places and persons, most of them wearisome and some singularly foolish. Here is one in its Wordsworthian baldness almost droll enough to be an Ingoldsby satire :

THE YARMOUTH FISHER-BOY.

"I like it not, but I must not complain."
So said the Yarmouth fisher-boy to me,
As on the pier we sat, and eyed the sea,
Now darkened with the transitory rain,
Now lighted by the fitful moon again:

Torn from his humble home full soon was he

In his first trial trip about to be

Schooled for eight weeks upon the tossing main.

I looked into his face, he into mine:

Nothing more innocent I ever saw,

And brave the aspect of the boy, if sad

Now prosper us waves and prosperous winds be thine, And full nets after her the cutter draw,

God ever with thee, gentle fisher-lad.

Mr. Brodie sometimes departs from the Italian form of sonnet, as in the following on Chaucer, the last two lines of which are perplexing :

CHAUCER.

Hail honoured sire of English poesy

Kind Chaucer of the arch and downcast look!
See from thy roots upsprung how fine a tree,
From thy fair preface what a goodly book!
Thou shouldst be heard, not read; it were a waste
Thy merry tales at secondhand to tell,

The fountain's freshness all who can should taste, Best water spoils in fetching from the well. Couldst thou come back with tender heart and true Still wouldst thou find in spite of time and change Those sights and sounds, the ever old and new, That lured thee so in spring abroad to range, The rose-tipped flower that shuts with eye of day How would she blush to hear again thy lay. In another instance Mr. Brodie expresses his desire to shine, however faintly, in what he calls the "poetic firmament." One can almost fancy such prolific sonneteers ordering their dinners in sonnet form. The less Mr. Brodie writes, short of not writing at all, the greater will be his chances of success.

Mr. James is a lugubrious bard. His first poem, written in blank verse, is entitled 'In a Village Churchyard.' On the whole, Gray's 'Elegy' is preferable, but Mr. James's poem is not without some fairly good lines, such as

these :

This one hath look'd on Death and never flinch'd;
Hath gone as gladly to those greedy arms
As to his mother's bosom, fearing none;
Hath ta'en farewell of life without a sigh.
Who's he that hath so strange a scorn of that
Which doth appal the valiantest ? A child!
One that, as seemeth from his epitaph,
Had tarried scarce three summers on the earth.
Strange doth it seem to meet thy childish form
Accoutr'd with the panoply of Death,

And burden'd with the honours of the grave. This is followed by 'The Wanderer's Funeral Hymn.' There are other pieces in the book of an equally dismal nature. The first production in the volume, though it says nothing particularly new, is by a long way the best thing in it.

That gentlemen of antiquarian tastes should beguile some of their leisure hours by the composition of poems in imitation of old ballads is no matter for surprise, but that they should give to the public the results of these amusements is perplexing. We learn that "the Glasgow Ballad Club was formed in 1876 for the study of ballads and ballad literature and for friendly criticism

of original ballads and poems contributed by the members." The volume contains a selection of these contributions from the formation of the club till the end of 1883. So much for the reader's information. One or two tolerably good contributions, like Mr. Fraser's 'Ballad of Buchan,' may be spoken of with favour; but if we are to suppose that only the best contributions have been selected, it would be hard, looking at the book as a whole, to conjecture what the worst can have been.

Mr. Sladen has published two volumes of verse which have shown some little amount of fancy. His last effort, however, is worthless. It is difficult to imagine how any one knowing Mr. R. S. Hawker's impressive poem The Silent Tower of Bottreaux' should venture to give a second version of the same subject, yet | this is what Mr. Sladen has done, and this is the kind of way in which he has done it. We quote the closing lines:

From their belfry in the sunken ship,
The danger to foretell,

When from the far Atlantic

There strides a sudden swell.
And the fishers of the haven,

Though smooth as glass the sea,
And though the heavens overheard [sic]
From rack or cloud are free,
Though breeze enough there is not
A signal flag to see,

If they think they hear the knelling
Of the Forrabury bells,

Bay 'tis the scornful captain who

A coming storm foretells,

And he his boat who launches
Hears his own funeral knells.

But the bells of high Tintagel
Still merrily ring on,

As, long ere Norman William came,
They haughtily have done,
While the bells of Forrabury

Were not, have come, have gone. One would not think the ballad form suited to elegiac ends, yet to these ends Mr. Sladen has put it. The sonnets are perhaps the feeblest things in the volume, but where all is poor it is difficult to say.

OUR LIBRARY TABLE. MESSRS. HODDER & STOUGHTON send us a handsome volume, obviously of American manufacture, containing George Eliot's Poetry, and Other Studies, by Miss R. E. Cleveland, sister

These

of the President of the United States. papers seem to have been originally written as lectures, and no doubt pleased the audiences for whom they were intended, but the wisdom of their publication in book form may be doubted.

A Rainy June, by Ouida (Maxwell), has one great point of superiority over most of Ouida's writings in that the story, such as it is, is told without much unnecessary verbiage. To be sure, it is only the history of the honeymoon (spent in a dull country house) of an Italian nobleman and an English girl, whom he has married after a few weeks' acquaintance. The story is told in the form of letters passing between the "parties" and their friends, and it would not be difficult for any one acquainted with Ouida's system of ethics to reconstruct it. Of course it is all profoundly unsatisfactory; and the reader is left at the end with a pretty plain hint of impending adultery. So far as the story has any purpose, it may be presumed to be the illustration, by means of an extreme case, of the old adage "Marry in haste, repent at leisure." Whether there was any demand for another story on this theme may be doubted. In one point Ouida is quite herself. She has made more mistakes in French and Italian words than can often have been got into a similar number of pages, and she (or the printer) has discovered a new way of misspelling "Psyche."

To the general reader the history of Japan up to the year 1868 presents few features of interest.

Wight. We are glad to see these handy ma are growing in favour with tourists.

THE Autotype Company has produced fo C. P. Johnson a facsimile of the interesting he unearthed some months ago, that fo the first instalment of Sketches by of which no second seems to have ever issued. Mr. Johnson commented on the m in the Athenæum of April 4th, and he cert seems to be right in attributing the drawing letterpress to Thackeray. Collectors of early performances of Michael Angelo Titi should, therefore, secure this facsimile.

WE have on our table The Literary Rea

of the late Henry James, edited by W. J. (Trübner),-Harriet Martineau, by Mrs. wick Miller (Allen & Co.),- Burma and Burmans, by A. R. Colquhoun (Field & Tu -Die Karavane, by W. Hauff, edited, v Notes, by A. Schlottmann (Cambridge, Univer Press),-Meister Martin, der Küfner, und Gesellen, by E. T. Hoffmann, edited by F. La (Symons),-Gai Iuli Cæsaris de Bello Gallico, Notes by A. G. Peskett (Cambridge, Unive Press),―The Educational List and Director 1885 (Evans),-Materials for Object Lessons C. McRae (Chambers),-- The Pocket Hotel D

The native annals are at once meagre and redundant, full of unimportant details, recording prodigies and omens, while they pass by the real events that make the flesh and bone of history with the barest mention. For the last thousand years they may be trusted for dates and names; they can be trusted for little else. The history of Old Japan should be treated on a much larger scale than that adopted by Mr. Thorpe in his History of Japan (White & Co.) or compressed into a couple of chapters. Dai Nippon has had no influence upon the world's fortunes, no share in shaping the destinies of men. Her history is parochial; specialists only are ever likely to study it, and specialists will derive no aid from Mr. Thorpe's book, the pages of which are plentifully sown with errors of a kind denoting both ignorance of native literature and careless compilation from the papers and translations of Mr. Satow and Mr. Aston. Neither Dr. Dickson's history nor the more recent one of Mr. Adams is at all likely to be superseded by the present work, the most interesting portions of which are the chapter dealing with the Satsuma rebellion-in part a précis, in part a reproduction, of the late Mr. Mounsey's too little known and very valuable record of that curious episode of modern Japanese history-and the appendix on the new orders of nobility, containing the sub-tory (Mackenzie),—Hints for Invalids and stance of an article on the subject published in vellers, by T. E. Maclean (Lewis), the columns of the London and China Telegraph lines of Psychology (New York, Phillips Hunt),-The Fundamental Science, by H in September, 1884. Mr. Aston's researches, Clarke (Kegan Paul),, Report of the t States Commission on Fish and Fisheries for (Washington, Government Printing Office Observations on the Efficient Valuation of Frie Societies, by F. G. P. Nelson (Harrison), Secret of the North, by F. Mackintosh (Wym -A Woman's Love Story, by the Author 'Garden of Eden' (W. Stevens), - I Humoresques! a Series of Character Sketches j the Law Courts, in Six Sheets, drawn by Bryan S. Blanchard, &c. (Kingston-on-Thar Hogg),—Amateur Tommy Atkins, by S. I shaw (Field & Tuer), - Blind Jem and Fiddle, by M. E. Palgrave (S.P.C.K.), Manborough Choir Boys (S.P.C.K.),- Thr the Waters (S.P.C. K.),—The Training of Chil by W. Booth (Salvation Army Book Sto -Speedwell (Marcus Ward),-Gordon Anec by Dr. Macaulay (R. T.S.),-Wesley Anex by J. Telford (R.T.S.), and Darkness Dawn (Kegan Paul).

too, it should be added, have enabled the author to give a fuller and more accurate account of the doings of Hideyoshi and of the relations of Japan with Korea in the sixteenth century than is to be met with out of the pages of the Transactions of the Asiatic Society of Japan.

ALTHOUGH the New Code itself is clearly arranged, and presents but few difficulties to the veteran schoolmaster or school manager, it does no doubt somewhat puzzle an inexperienced person, and Mr. J. F. Moss has published an edition for 1885 of his Handbook of the New Code (Cassell & Co.), which will prove useful to beginners in school work. The notes appended when necessary to the articles of the code are clear and long enough without being too long, and contain much valuable information extracted from official circulars, minutes, and correspondence. The second part of the handbook contains "hints for the guidance of school managers and correspondents," official circulars, regulations, schedules, and the like, which have been from time to time issued by the Education Department for the enlightenment of those interested in public elementary instruction. The perusal of this second part we cordially recommend to school managers and teachers.

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