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and the old scenery of faith has grown tin cans full of flowers, gathered from dim. Admit that its imagery was crude; no one knows where. Each English it did help the imagination, upon which home is walled in for privacy, - unlike both faith and hope lean more heavily our American way, — and each has

than we are aware. Now that the old its own garden of flowers, like a little picture has vanished, the unseen world Eden. One of the first things an Engis for many only a bare, blank infinity, lishman shows his guest is the garden, soundless and colorless. These new where the family spend much of their seekers after truth have at least helped time in summer. April sends everybody to humanize it once more, touching it digging in the garden. with light and color and laughter; and And such bird-song! The day begins that is a real service, both to faith and with a concert, and there is an anthem to the affections. Meanwhile, not a few or a solo at any hour. They sing as if are making discoveries in another and the heart of the world were a mystic, better way, as witness this letter:- unfathomable joy; and even a pessimist DEAR MINISTER,

like Thomas Hardy wondered what se

cret the 'Darkling Thrush' knew that Early in the war I lost my husband, and I

he did not know; and, further, what was mad with grief. I had the children to and no one to help me, so I just

right he had to sing in such a world as raged against God for taking my husband this. After listening to the birds, one from my side and yet calling Himself good. cannot despair of man, seeing Nature at Someone told me that God could be to me the task of endlessly renewing her life. all that my husband was and more. And His war, his statecraft, his science, may so I got into the way of defying God in my be follies or sins; but his life is only heart. ‘Now and here,' I used to say, 'this

budding even yet, and the flower is yet is what I want and God can't give it to me.'

to be. So one feels in April, with a lilac After a while I came, somehow, to feel that

beneath the window. God liked the honesty of it; liked this downright telling Him all my needs, though I had

April 20. — Housekeeping in Engno belief that He could help me. One day I

land, for an American woman, is a tryhad gone into the garden to gather some ing enough experience at any time; but flowers, and suddenly I knew that my hus- it is doubly so in war-time when food band was there with me — just himself, and fuel conditions are so bad. Until only braver and stronger than he had ever the rationing went into effect, it was a been. I do not know how I knew; but I knew.

problem to get anything to eat, as the There was no need of a medium, for I had

shops would not take new customers. found God myself, and, finding Him, I had

Even now the bread tastes as if it had found my husband too.

been made out of sawdust; and butter April 15. — No spring drive is equal being almost an unknown quality, the to the drive of spring itself, when April margarine, like the sins of the King, in comes marching down the world. Kew Hamlet, smells to heaven. Shopping is

. Garden is like a bit of paradise, and an adventure. Literally one has to deal, neither war nor woe can mar its glory. not only with the butcher, the baker, How the English love flowers! Even in and the candlestick-maker,' but with the slums of London - which are among the fish-market, the greengrocer, the the most dismal and God-forsaken dry grocer, - everything at a different spots on earth one sees in the win- place, so it takes time and heroic dows tiny pots of flowers, adding a touch

patience, and even then one often comes of color to the drab and dingy scene. home empty-handed. As a last resort, At the front, in dugouts, one finds old we fall back on eggs and peanuts,


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monkey-nuts, the English call them, and drank China tea out of his dainty to both of which I take off my hat. It cups, leaving the world to stew in its is impossible for one person to keep own juice. Who can describe the finean English house clean - it is so ill- ness, the fatuousness, the futility of arranged, and cluttered up with bric-do him! Whether prophet or harlequin, brac. There are non of the American he has shot his bolt and missed the mark. appliances for saving labor-no brooms; Of course, the artist will live on in his and the housemaid must get down on work — most vividly, perhaps, in his her knees, with a dustpan and hand- sham-shattering wit. brush, to sweep the room. There is April 30. — Few Americans realize enough brass in the house to keep one what the Throne and the Royal Family able-bodied person busy polishing it. mean in the life of the British people. Arnold Bennett has more than one pas- Our idea of the King is colored by our sage of concentrated indignation about republican preconceptions, to say noththe time and energy spent in polishing ing of our prejudices - not knowing

— brass in English houses. It is almost a that England is in many ways more profession. One compensation is the democratic than America. The other

. soft-voiced, well-trained English sery. day, in the City Temple, an American ants, and often even they are either minister spoke of the King as 'an anithievish or sluttish.

mated flag,' little dreaming of the thing April 25. — Twice I have heard Ber- of which he is a symbol and the pronard Shaw lecture recently, and have

found affection in which he is held. There not yet recovered from the shock and is something spiritual in this devotion surprise of meeting him. My idea of to the King, something mystical, and Shaw was a man alert, aggressive, self- the Empire would hardly hold together centred, vastly conceited, craving pub- without it. The Royal Family is really

. licity, laying claim to an omniscience an exaltation of the Home, which is that would astonish most deities. That ever the centre of British patriotism. is to say, a literary acrobat, standing Never, in their true hours, do the Engon his head to attract attention, or lish people brag of Britain as a worldwalking the tight-rope in the top of the power, actual or potential. It is always tent. But that Shaw is a myth, a leg- the home and the hearth,

now to be end, a pose. The real Shaw is no such defended, — and nowhere is the home man. Instead, he is physically finicky, more sacred and tender. Of every almost old-maidish, not only shy and Briton we may say, as Bunyan said of embarrassed off the platform, but awk- Greatheart: ‘But that which put glory ward, blushing like a schoolgirl when of grace into all that he did was that you meet him. He is gentle, modest, he did it for pure love of his Country.' generous, full of quick wisdom, but sug- This sentiment finds incarnation in the gesting lavender, and China tea served Royal Family, in whom the Home rises in dainty old-world cups. The most above party and is untouched by the garrulous man in Europe before the gusts of passion. war, he was smitten dumb by the in- ‘Their gracious Majesties' is a phrase sanity of it, having no word of comfort which exactly describes the reigning or command. Unlike Romain Rolland, King and Queen, though neither can be he could not even frame a bitter con- said to possess, in the same measure, demnation of it. So, after one or two that mysterious quality so difficult to feeble protests, he went back into his define which, in King Edward and Queen drawing-room, pulled the blinds down, Alexandra, appealed so strongly to the popular imagination. Gentle-hearted, if though no one would claim that Dr. not actually shy, one fcels that the form- Jowett has a social message, in the real alism and ceremony of the Court ap- meaning of that phrase. No, his forte is peal less to the King than to the Queen, personal religious experience of a mild whose stateliness sometimes leaves an evangelical type; and to a convinced impression of aloofness. Something of Christian audience of that tradition and the same shyness one detects in the training he has a ministry of edification modest, manly, happy-hearted Prince and comfort. But for the typical man of Wales, whose personality is so cap- of modern mind, caught in the currents tivating alike in its simplicity and its and alive to the agitations of our day, sincerity. At a time when thrones are Dr. Jowett has no message. However, falling, the British King moves freely we must not expect everything from among his people, everywhere honored any one servant of God, and the painter and beloved and all who know the is needed as well as the prophet. worth of this Empire to civilization re- June 2. — Spent a lovely day yester

2 joice and give thanks.

day at Selborne, a town tucked away May 19. — Dr. Jowett began his among the chalk-hills of Hampshire. ministry at Westminster Chapel to. There, well-nigh two hundred years day, — the anniversary of Pentecost, ago, Gilbert White watched the Hangar

welcomed by a hideous air-raid. grow green in May and orange and Somehow, while Dr. Jowett always scarlet in October, and learned to be kindles my imagination, he never gives wise. One can almost see him in the me that sense of reality which is the atmosphere and setting of his life, greatest thing in preaching. One en- an old-bachelor parson, his face marked joys his musical voice, his exquisite by the smallpox, as so many were in elocution, his mastery of the art of il- that day, - walking over the hills, lustration, and his fastidious style; but " which he called 'majestic mountains,

“' the substance of his sermons is incred- a student and lover of nature. He was ibly thin. Of course, this is due, in large a man who knew his own mind, worked part, to the theory of popular preaching his'little plot of earth free from the deon which he works. His method is to lusions of grandeur, and published his take a single idea - large or small — classic book, The Natural History of and turn it over and over, like a gem, Selborne, in the year of the fall of the revealing all its facets, on the ground Bastille. Because of this coincidence of that one idea is all that the average dates, it has been said that White was audience is equal to. Of this method more concerned with the course of Dr. Jowett is a consummate master, events in a martin's nest than with the and it is a joy to see him make use of it, crash of empires. No doubt; but it may though at times it leads to a tedious be that the laws of the universe through repetition of the text. Often, too, he which empires fall are best known by a seems to be laboring under the handi- man who has such quietness of soul that cap of a brilliant novelist, who must a brooding mother-bird will not fly needs make up in scenery what is lack- away when he visits her. White asked ing in plot.

the universe one question, and waited Since his return to London he has to hear the answer: Take away fear, been less given to filigree rhetoric, and and what follows? The answer is: he has struck almost for the first time a Peace, even the peace without which a social note, to the extent, at any rate, man cannot learn that when ‘redstarts of touching upon public affairs — al- shake their tails, they move them hori

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zontally.' It was a day to refresh the the tourist, the globe-trotter, the unsoul.

speakable fop, and the newly rich who June 10. — Attended a Ministerial spread their vulgarity all over Europe; Fraternal to-day, and greatly enjoyed but now they are discovering the real the freedom and frankness of the dis- American, — the manly, modest, incussion. A conservative in England telligent lad from the college, the store,

. would be a radical in America, so far the farm,

the farm, - and they like him. He is are they in advance of us. Evidently good to look at, wholesome, hearty, our English brethren have gotten over straightforward, serious but not solemn, the theological mumps, measles, and and he has the air of one on an errand. whooping-cough. For one thing, they On the surface the British Tommy afhave accepted the results of the critical fects to take the war as a huge joke, but study of the Bible, without losing any our men take it in dead earnest. “Why, of the warmth and glow of evangelical your men are mystics; they are crufaith, — uniting liberal thought with saders,' said an English journalist to orthodoxy of the heart, - as we in me recently; and I confess they do have America have not succeeded in doing that bearing

that bearing — for such they really are. All confessed that the atmosphere of Last night, in a coffee-house on the their work has changed; that the fin- Strand, I asked the Cockney proprietor gers of their sermons grope blindly amid if he had seen many American boys the hidden keys of the modern mind, and what he thought of them. Someseeking the great new words of comfort thing like this is what I heard: and light. It was agreed that a timid, ‘Yerce, and I like what I've seen of halting, patched-up restatement of 'em. No swank about 'em, y' know faith will not do: there must be a radi- officers an' men, just like pals together. cal reinterpretation, if we are to speak Talks to yeh mately-like — know what to the new time, which thinks in new I mean? man to man sort o' thing. terms. On social questions, too, the Nice, likable chaps, I alwis finds 'em. discussion was trenchant, at times even Bit of a change after all these damn forstartling. There was real searching of eigners. I get on with 'em top-'ole. hearts, drawing us together in a final And eat? Fair clean me out. : Funny candor, and driving us back to the per- the way they looks at London, though. manent fountains of power. . The spirit Mad about it, y' know. I bin in Lonof the meeting was most fraternal, and don yers an' yers, and it don't worry I, for one, felt that fellowship is both me. · Wants to know where that bloke creative and revealing.

put 'is cloak down in the mud for some June 25. — American troops are Queen, and ’ow many generals is buried pouring into England, and the invasion in Westminster Abbey. 'Ow should I is a revelation to the English people. know? I live in Camden Town. I got a Nothing could surpass the kindness and business t'attend to. Likable boys, hospitality with which they open their though. 'Ere's to 'em!' hearts and homes to their kinsmen from July 4. - Went to the American the great West. They are at once Army and Navy baseball game, taking courteous and critical, torn between as my guests a Member of Parliament feelings of joy, sorrow, and a kind of and a City Temple friend. Never has gentle jealousy — at thought of their there been such a ball

since time own fine fellows who went away and began. The King pitched the first ball, did not come back. They have seen and did it right well, too. The papers many kinds of Americans, among them say he has been practising for days. VOL. 128-NO. 3


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Then bedlam broke loose; barbaric head of the college is Sir Arthur Pearpandemonium reigned. Megaphones, son, himself a blind man who has learned whistles, every kind of instrument of to find his way in the dark

a blind torture kept accompaniment to tossing leader of the blind. It is wonderful to arms and dancing hats -- while the hear him talk to a boy brought into the grandstand gave such an exhibition of college dejected and rebellious against 'rooting' in slang as I never heard be- his fate. There is no maudlin sentiment. fore. Much of the slang was new to It is much easier to cry than to succor. me, and to interpret it to my English They sit hand in hand, - comrades in friends, and at the same time explain a conquest, while Sir Arthur tells the game, was a task for a genius. the lad, out of his own experience, that, Amazement sat upon their faces. They though night has come at noon, the day had never imagined that a hard busi- is not ended. His words, taken out of

. ness people could explode in such a their context and atmosphere, might hysteria of play. An English crowd is sound preachy, as he tells how he reorderly and ladylike in comparison. fused to be beaten, and how darkness Of course, the players, aware of an audi- has its surprises. All honor to Sir ence at once distinguished and aston- Arthur, - Knight of the Dark Table,

ished, put on extra airs; and as the unforgettable for his courage, his game went on, the fun became faster chivalry, and his cheerfulness! and more furious. My friends would stop their ears to save their sanity, at

(Early in August I went again to America, the same time pretending, with unfail

on another speaking tour, crossing the bar

at Liverpool, in the glow of a miraculous ing courtesy, to see, hear, and under

sunset, the sacramental beauty of which stand everything. The Navy won, and

haunts me still. Time out of mind I had one last, long, lusty yell concluded the

known Uncle Sam, in his suit of nankeen choral service of the day.

trousers strapped under his instep, his blue July 20. - 'The Miracle of St. Dun- swallow-tail coat and brass buttons, and his stan’s.' It is no exaggeration, if by ancient high hat. It was not easy to recogmiracle you mean the triumph of spirit nize him clad in khaki, wearing a gas-mask over matter and untoward disaster. and a 'tin lid,' and going over the top with St. Dunstan's is the college where young

a Springfield rifle in his hand; and that

change in outward garb was a visible sign of
for their coun-

eyes try learn to be blind; and as I walked

much else. Down the streets of New York, through it to-day I thought of Henley's marching, singing 'Over There'; and Serv

at midnight, one saw long lines of men lines:

ice Stars were everywhere, changing from Out of the night that covers me,

silver to gold. It was an awe-inspiring Black as the pit from pole to pole, America, new in its unity, its power, and I thank whatever gods may be

its vision of duty, — albeit to-day, it seems For my unconquerable soul.

like a dim dream of some previous state of Many of the men are horribly disfigured, existence. Returning to England in Octo and it is a mercy that they cannot see

ber, my ship was one of fifteen loaded with their own faces. Yet, for the most part,

troops, following a zigzag course over a lone

ly sea. It was at the time of the influenza they are a jolly set, accepting the in

epidemic, and almost every ship kept a evitable with that spirit of sport which

funeral flag flying all the way. Off the north is so great a trait of their race. At least,

coast of Ireland we witnessed the destructhe totally blind are happy. Those who

tion of an enemy submarine. Once more, on see partially, and do not know how it a Thursday noon, I took up my labors at will turn out, mope a good deal. At the the City Temple, in an address entitled

men who

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