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much of the sparkle of life, we must | It is not that the machinery of their try to be sorry for them too.

minds was originally planned on a poor, And now having considered the case mean scale ; far from it. But some of of real stupidity, let us rise a stage the common screws or nuts are misshigher to the dim but not dark, – to ing, and so they fail in the simple, that which has light enough to see its every-day work casily accomplished by own deficiencies and to suffer keenly far smaller intellects. There is natufrom the consciousness of them. The rally a great variety in the deficiencies persons who belong to this class are of this class. Some members of it not devoid of ideas, but they can never are clear-sighted enough about abstract do justice to them. They are afflicted ideas, but utterly stupid in business with a general inadequacy and incom- matters, in which an average Nationalpetency of mind, which make the School child would get the better of mental operations that are a pleasant them. Others are thoroughly wrong. exercise to quicker wits, a toil, a weari- headed, and unable to see what is ness to theirs. They cannot keep pace obvious and self-evident to ordinary with others. They go slowly, and they minds. They have a wrong judgment go lamely. If they try to repeat an in all things, so that we should only argument they miss out an important wish for their advice, that we might link, and see with a pang a smile of avoid it. A third group in the class amusement creep over the faces of have plenty of ideas in their heads, but their audience. An idea they may they are as confused and ill-arranged as have floating before their minds would poor Juliet's tangled silks in the tale in look highly respectable if someone Evenings at Home.” A fourth can else would state it, but in their hands work very well alone, but from some it is a ridiculous, sorry scarecrow. want of tact or administrative ability, They are interested in some subject, always act stupidly in conjunction with but when they take up a book about it, other people. They have a fiue coach difficulties bristle in every page. To of their own to drive, but must needs make even a simple arrangement costs charge into every other carriage they them twice the amount of thiuking that meet the road, while smaller, it does to normal minds. They are meaner vehicles thread their way skilalways at the bottom of the class in fully along to their destination. In all life, and grow more and more certain such cases, and in kindred ones, the in their despondency, that the world is owners of the imperfect minds suffer made for the clever. It takes a brave sharply under their failures, none perspirit to bear up against these depres- haps more than the wrong-headed persions ; for if vothing succeeds like suc- son, who cannot understand for the cess, nothing fails like failure, which life of him, why other people cannot lowers thc vitality of the mind, and take his view of a subject, and who is dimipishes what power it may have. like the man serving on a jury, who, And such trials as these are among the finding himself in a minority of one, pains and the penalties of this class of remarked that “he never knew eleven feeble ininds.

men more mistaken in his life." And Another case that demands our sym- their sufferings are aggravated by a pathy, is that of the imperfect minds. curious perturbation of feeling. On They cannot be charged like the others the one hand, in watching the small with a general all-round stupidity, for profits and quick returns of the minds they have too much breadth of their that work better within a far more limown as a rule, and often gifts of a high ited range, they are filled with admiraorder. Yet as they are signally and lion of their little triumphs, and are abnormally deficient in some respects, always thinking how admirably their they not only pass for stupid in the owners perform all that is required of eyes of the world, but are actually and them in life, and comparing themselves practically so in the conduct of life. I with the successful ones to their own

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Pray let or unappreciated rouses within them us get away from this fatiguing man,' a sense of being misunderstood and was the sotto-voce remark we undervalued. Well, we cannot make heard a poor young lady make, who everything quite even and easy in this had been an unwilling listener throughimperfect world. But in all kinds and out all the courses at dinner, to a toodegrees of stupidity it is generally pos- instructive father. There is a legend sible to help the lame dog over the abroad that clever men prefer stupid stile, instead of making merry over wives, in which case there is a field his awkward struggles. And after all, open to the dull members of one sex at even the cleverest people are apt to any rate. If the clever men have had break down somewhere; witness the lo ride the intellectual high-horse all brilliant Dean Stanley, who had such day themselves, it is natural that they an inaptitude for figures that, as his should like a complete rest from the biographer expressed it, he never could exercise when they are off duty. understand the difference between There is no doubt that we must one eighteenpence and one-and-eightpence. and all have tasted the charms of the “My father and Lady Elizabeth,” society of “gentle dulness” at times. writes Miss Edgeworth in one of her There is something really soothing, lively letters, “counted so quickly at when we are tired or lazy, in downcribbage .. that I was never able to right honest platitude. It is as good as keep up with them, and made a sorry a pillow to our heads, and we love to figure. Worse, again, at some geneal- be with the dear old stupids who utter ogies avd intermarriages, which Lady it in their simplicity, as if it were a E— undertook to explain to me, till great discovery. We can talk away to at last she threw her arms flat down them with the pleasing consciousness on each side in indignant despair and that if we have lost or mislaid some of exclaimed, “Well, you are the stupid- our facts, they will never miss them; est creature alive !" If such superior that if our arguments leak a little and minds had their weak points, inferior will not hold water, they will never ones may well claim allowance. And find it out; and that our own commontiresome as stupid people may some places which we give them in exchange times be, most persons know well for theirs, will be received with due enough where their own intellectual respect. Their society may not be imshoe pinches, to give them a fellow-proving, but it is extremely comfortfeeling for a fellow - creature. And I able.

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CONTENTS. I. LABRADOR,

London Quarterly Review,
II. THE LUCK OF NERI BOLDWIG,

Macmillan's Magazine,
III. OUR LAST WAR WITH THE MAHSUDS.
By S. S. Thorburn,

Blackwood's Magazine,
IV. THE ROMANCE OF VIOLIN COLLECTING, Cornhill Magazine,
V. ON UNDESIRABLE INFORMATION. By
E. F. Benson,

Contemporary Review,
VI. IRELAND UNVISITED. By Lord Hough-
ton,

National Review, VII. LORD CAMELFORD.

MELFOR

By Charles Bruce-
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450 THERE'S ONE I MISS,'
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WITH THE TIDE.

ENSHRINED. I WATCHED him I love going from me COME quickly in and close the door, (Ah, would to God I had died) ;

For none hath entered here before, And I prayed to the great All Father

The secret chamber set apart To stay the turn of the tide.

Within the cloister of the heart. To stay the ebb; and he hearkened,

Tread softly! 'Tis the holy place And ever the waves rolled on ;

Where memory meets face to face Till meadow and garden and hedgerows,

A sacred sorrow, felt of yore, I could see them never a one.

But sleeping now forevermore. For I knew that my love was dying,

It cannot die ; for naught of pain, At the turn of the tide he must go,

Its fleeting vesture doth remain ; The soul may not leave its dwelling

Behold upon the shrouded eye
Till betwixt the ebb and the flow.

The seal of immortality !
And the people who all flocked inland Love would not wake it, nor efface
They called it a great spring tide ;

Of anguish one abiding trace,
And I listened, and joined in their sorrow, Since e'en the calm of heaven were less,
But I knew in my heart that I lied ! Untouched of human tenderness.

JOHN B. TABB. And my love, as he watched the waters,

Sighed wearily for his rest;
Then I prayed once more to our Father,
For I saw that his will was best.

THERE's one I miss. A little questioning

maid As the sea went slowly backward,

That held my finger, trotting by my side, The spirit of one who had died

And smiled out of her pleased eyes open Was borne on the waste of waters,

wide,
For the soul must go with the tide.
Academy.
FLORENCE PEACOCK.

Wondering and wiser at each word I said.
And I must help her frolics if she played,

And I must feel her trouble if she cried ;

My lap was hers past right to be denied ;

She did my bidding, but I more obeyed. IRONY.

Dearer she is to-day, dearer and more ; What would the world be if the good Closer to me, since sister womanhoods ceased striving ;

meet; Did no one stand for justice, no one say Yet like poor mothers some long while beI am for virtue ; but the truth betray,

reft, Raising no protest, silently conniving ? I dwell on inward ways, quaint memories Who ever lived true life by such contriv- left, ing!

I miss the approaching sound of pit-pat Who has not longed, after some dreadful

feet, day,

The eager baby voice outside my door. For night to drop its curtain on the play,

AUGUSTA WEBSTER. With silent benediction all things shriv

ing? 'Tis not by irony men live ; we need To know who are the mourners, who CRADLE-SONG AT TWILIGHT. have tears ;

The child not yet is lulled to rest. Who would give life for country or for

Too young a nurse, the slender Night

So laxly holds him to her breast Not quench his own and others' fire in

That throbs with flight. sneers. Ah, God ! from street to street we some- He plays with her, and will not sleep. times go

For other playfellows she sighs ; As men in masks, and know not friend an unmaternal fondness keep from foe.

Her alien eyes. Spectator.

A. G. B. Saturday Review. ALICE MEYNELL.

creed,

From The London Quarterly Review. rivers are swift and broken by innu-
LABRADOR.1

merable cataracts; a plague of black TEN centuries have elapsed since, flies, not to speak of mosquitoes, renaccording to the Saga of Erik the Red, ders life intolerable ; game is no longer the Norsemen discovered the coast of plentiful; the brief summer is soon Labrador. A party of Vikings sailing followed by a winter the severity of westward to their recently formed which makes travel practically imposcolony in south Greenland, in the rude sible — these are some of the difficuland clumsy craft in which these adven- ties which the explorers of Labrador turous rovers scoured all the seas of have to overcome. the northern world, were driven out of Dr. Packard gives us a bibliography their course by tempest, and sighted a of one hundred and forty-five different land high and mountainous and bor- works dealiog more or less directly dered by icebergs. This was in 990. with Labrador, and, in addition, a list Ten years later, Lief, the son of Erik of fifty-five works treating wholly or the Red, cast anchor in one of the in part of its geology and natural hisbays on this wild coast, landed, found tory. Many of these are books of great the country “full of ice mountains, value, though, necessarily, in not a few desolate, and its shores covered with instances, they cover similar ground, stones," and called it Helluland, the and deal with the coast and those parts stony land. As the country was good of the peninsula which have been for nothing in the estimation of the opened up by the servants of the HudIcelandic seaman, he made no attempt son's Bay Company and the Moravian to explore or colonize it, but sailed missionaries. Professor Hind presents south in search of more congenial and in his volume the results of his exfruitful lands. After so many centu- ploration of the Moisie River. McLean ries, a great part of the interior of Lab- ventured where no other white man rador still remains unexplored ; a vast, had set foot. The Moravian missionmysterious region of which we know aries have contributed much knowledge less, perhaps, than of the heart of concerning the extreme north, where Africa or Australia, or the shores of their stations are situated, and science Siberia. The obstacles to exploration, owes them a great debt. Cartwright's and especially to scientific exploration, graphic portraiture of the Labrador

enormous. Vast tracks of the coast, with its people and fauna and couutry are strewn with massive boul- fisheries a hundred years ago, is a book ders in chaotic coufusion; the great which can never be superseded. It is

now_a very scarce and costly work. 11. The Labrador Coast : A Journal of Two Dr. Packard's volume is at once a fasSummer Cruises to that Region. With Notes on its Early Discovery; on the Eskimo ; on its Phys-cinating narrative of travel and an ical Geography, Geology, and Natural History. accurate scientific text-book of the By Alpheus Spring Packard, M.D., Ph.D.

geology, botany, and zoology of LabraMaps and Illustrations. New York: N. D. C. Hodges. London: Kegan Paul & Co.

dor, incorporating the most recept 2. Explorations in the Interior of the Labrador information. Complete lists are furPeninsula, the Country of the Montagnais and pished of all classes of creatures Nasquapee Indians. By Henry Y. Hind, M.A., Professor of Chemistry and Geology in the Uni- mammals, birds, fishes, butterflies, versity of Trinity College, Toronto, etc. In two moths, beetles, spiders ; of crustavolumes. London : Longmans, Green & Co. 3. Sixteen Years on the coast of Labrador, By The book leaves little to be desired as

ceans, molluscs, star-fislı, and polyps. George Cartwright. In two volumes 4to. Maps, etc. Newark, 1792.

a journal of travel, and is a most im4. The Ancient and Modern History of the portant contribution to our knowledge (United] Brethren. By David Cranz. London.

of the coast and of the country gen1780.

5. Periodical Accounts relating to Moravian erally. Missions. No. 21. March, 1895. London : 32 Fet

The coast is one of stern grandeur. 6. Notes of Twenty-five Years' Service in the During the long winter it is ice-bound, Hudson's Bay Territories. By John McLean. the extent of the ice-fields being fifty

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