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An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool-you bet that Tommy sees!
Even better than “ Tommy” is Tommy's tribute to the Soudanese Fuzzy-Wuzzy who broke a British square:
'E rushes at the smoke when we let drive,
An', before we know, 'e's 'ackin' at our 'ead; 'E's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive,
An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead.
'E's a injia-rubber idiot on the spree,
For a Regiment o' British Infantree !
Only second to the ballad of "Fuzzy-Wuzzy" is that marvellous ditty dedicated to the commissariat camel, entitled “ Oonts”:
The 'orse 'e knows above a bit, the bullock's but a fool,
O the oont, O the oont, O the Gawd-forsaken oont!
front, An' when we get him up again - the beggar goes an' dies! There is a famous lilt in some of these ballads.
For example, take the lineAnd I'm hera in
the clink for a thundering drink and blacking the corporal's eye,
the chorus of “Belts”— But it was 'Belte,
belts, belts,'an' that's one for
An' it was 'Belts,
belts, belts,' an that's done for
you! O buckle an'
tongue Was the
song that we sung From Harrison's
down to the Park.
Of the narrative balla is, that dedicated to the memory of the
regimental watercarrier, Gunga Din, who was killed in supply: ing a wounded soldier
with water, is the most daring. The soldier whom he tended concludes the ballad about his deliverer by the consoling reflection that he will meet him in hell:
So I'll meet 'im later on
’E’ll be squattin' on the coals
Yes, Din! Din! Din !
Though I've belted you and flayell you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din! "Snarleyow” is one that sounds the deepest note of the horror of war in all Kipling's verse, for the conventional talk about the misery of the battle-field is, as might be expected, signally absent from his verse. “Snarleyow” was a horse in a battery, which on moving into action was struck by a roundshot and “almost tore in two." The driver's brother cries out for the battery to pull up, for Snarleyow had fouled the limber, and was lying with his head between his heels. “There ain't no 'Stop Conductor!' when a battery's changin ground," replied the driver; “I couldn't pull up not for youyour ’ead between your 'eels.” Hardly had he spoken before a shell dropped to the right of the battery, and when the smoke cleared away there lay the driver's brother “with 'is 'ead between 'is 'eels": Then sez the Driver's Brother, an' 'is words was very plain, 'For Gawd's own sake get over me, an' put me out o' pain! They saw 'is wounds was mortial, an' they julged that it was
best, So they took and drove the limber straight across 'is back an'
chest. The Driver 'e give nothin: 'cept a little coughin' grunt, But 'e swung 'is ’orses 'andsome when it came to “Action
Front!" An' if one wheel was juicy, you may lay your Monday head 'Twas juicier for the niggers when the case begun to spread.
That little touch about the juicy wheel, juicy with the driver's brother's blood, is grim indeed. The moril of this story, it is plainly to be seen : You ’aven't got no families when servin' of the Queen-You ’aven't got no brothers, fathers, sisters, wives or sons,— If you want to win your battles take an' work your bloomin'
guns! There is a more pathetic note, the lament over a comrade, in the “Ford o' Kabul River." There is no vigorous, plain, practical realism in the ballad addressed to the young British soldier:
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen! In the new series, the “ Birds of Prey March” does not strike me as a very exbilarating performance. For soldiers embarking on a trooper to sing the chorus must be the reverse of inspiriting :
Cheer! For we'll never live to see no bloomin' victory!
The jackal an' the kito
'Ave an 'ealthy appetite, An' you'll never see your soldiers any more! Much better is the ballad about the Marines entitled “Soldier an' Sailor too." Here is Kipling's reference to the story of the heroism of the Marines at the wreck of the Birkenhead :To take your chance in the thick of a rush, with firing all
about, Is nothin' so bad when you've cover to 'and an leave au’likin’
to shout; But to stand an' be still to the Birker'ead drill is a damn
tough bullet to chew,
An' they done it, the Jollies—’Er Majesty's Jollies-soldior
an' sailor too; Their work was done when it ’adn't begun; they was younger
nor me an' you; Their choice it was plain between drownin' in 'eaps an’beiu'
mopped by the screw, So they stood an’ was still in the Birken'ead drill, soldier an
The ballad about the sappers is not bad, but the best of the new ballads is that entitled “ The 'Eathen,” which in reality is not about the heathen at all, but describes the evolution of the non-commissioned officer from the raw recruit. The description of soldiers waiting under fire is not heroic, but it is very realistic :
’E feels 'is innards 'eavin', 'is bowels givin' way; 'E sees the blue-white faces all trying ’ard to grin, An' 'e stands an’ waits an' suffers till it's time to cap 'em in. 'E's just as sick as they are, 'is 'eart is like to split, But 'e works 'em, works 'em, works 'em till he feels 'em
take the bit; The rest is ’oldin' steady till the watchful bugles play, An' 'e lifts 'em, lifts 'em, lifts 'em through the charge that wins the day.
IV.-ETCETERA. Rudyard Kipling, a man in the world of men, regards women from the barrack-room standpoint. Tommy Atkins is not strong on monogamy. . In “ The Ladies' we read
I've taken my fun where I've found it;
I've rogued an' I've ranged in my time;
And four o'the lot was prime. The moral of it is that “the more you ’ave known the others the less will you settle to one, An' the end of it's sittin' and thinkin', an' dreamin' Hell fires to see."
In“ Mary, Pity Women!” there is an attempt to express something of the misery felt by the soldier's abandoned mistress, but even the pity is grudged; what's the good, what's the use, etc.
When a man is tired there is naught will bind 'im;
(Mary, pity women l) when the rest are like 'im. There is genuine pathos in the woman's wail :
I want the name—no more-
Ali, Gawd, I love you so! But the response is, it is but as it was, is, and ever shall be-women must suffer and men go free.
What's the good o' pleadin' when the mother that bore you (Mary, pity women !) knew it all before you. Rudyard Kipling might have shivered with the lightnings of his song this darkness of our age-selfishness, which leads to this complaisant dooming of the weaker to the wall, but that would have been inconsistent with his worship of the God of Things as They Are.
The airiest and most sentimental of his ballads, " Mandalay,"contains Tommy's longing for freedom from all moral restraints :--Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the
worst, Where there aren't no Ten Commandments and a man can
raise a thirst.
Rudyard Kipling and Tommy Atkins do not seem to be much embarrassed by the Decalogue, even when they are west of Suez.
There is a companion volume to the “Pageant” of the many hundred gift-books which the pub- addressed especially to children. Its title is “The
lishers have recently been issuing in such pro- Parade” (Henry, 5s. net), and it most certainly is a susion. This month it only remains to suggest a few delightful budget of stories and pictures. “Phil May's more that our readers will be quite safe in buying. The Gutter-Snipes” (Field and Tuer, 2s. 6d.) is another book illustration on this page is one of two or three dozen we must mention. It is a collection of drawings from similar which Mr. Edmund J. Sullivan (whose success in Mr. May's inimitable pencil of the poor children of the this kind of book is no
London streets, full of less rapid than deserved)
his own humour, and has done for an illus
yet thoroughly realistic. trated edition of Sheridan's two comedies,
Marie Corelli's “ The School for Scan
Dislikes. dal” and “The Rivals,"
THE Lady's Realm just issued in the charm
for December contains ing Cranford series
Marie Corelli's auto(Macmillan, 6s.). A
graph, in which, in her short introduction to
own handwriting, her the plays is the work of
worshippers will be able Mr. Augustine Birrell,
to supplement the abunQ.C, M.P. Of similar
dant information consize is Mr. Rudyard
tained in her stories as Kipling's “Soldier
to her dislikes. Here Tales," (Macmillan, 6s )
are a few of them :-a collection, of course,
The Man who is his own from previous volumes
God Almighty. -illustrated extremely
The Woman who cancleverly by Mr. A. S.
not consecrate her life Hartrick. There are
purely and faithfully to seven of the Tommy
one great love passion. Atkins stories in the
Women - Bicyclists and
He-Females generally. book. Last year " The
Tuft-hunters and WorPageant” was one of tho
shippers of Royalty. finestofChristmas books.
American Millionaires. It is to be an annual,
William Archer and his apparently, for it ap
god Ibsen. pears with new contents
Society Noodles. this year (Henry, 6s.
Ladies of title who allow net). We have no space
their portraits to be on here for a statement of
sale in the shops for any all it contains of literary
cad to buy. and artistic interest, but
“The Woman wlio Did.” we can mention that
But that which she Mr. Austin Dobson, Mr.
dislikes most of all, she Gosse, Professor York
tells us, is moral cowarPowell, Mr. Max Beer
dice. bohm, and Dr. Garnett are among the writers,
A Lecture Bureau. and that the illustra
MR. A. J. I. GLIDDON, tions are reproduced
of 90 and 91, Queen from the work of Ros
Street, Cheapside, Lonsetti, Sir Edward Burne'QUEEN OF SWORDS' MINUET AT LADY SNEERWELL'S."
don, informs me that he Jones, M. Puvis de Cha(From “ The School for Scandal.")
has made a promising vannes, Mr. Watts, Mr.
beginning this winter Strang, and Mr. Rothenstein, among others. It is in the organisation of a Lecturers' Bureau, an institution certainly the gift-book for any one who wishes to get into which has never flourished very much on this side of the that mysterious state known as being “in the movement Atlantic, but which has become quite an institution in the —the artistic variety is meant, of course. A new edition United States. He has some seventy or eighty names of of Charlotte Brontë's “Jane Eyre"? (Service, 2s. 6d.), illus- lecturers on his list, by whom he is empowered to enter trated by Mr. F. H. Townsend, is wonderfully cheap and into any engagements in any part of the country. He also effective; while two other smaller books not unsuitable organises meetings for the Armenians and others who as gift-books for adults are " The Poems of Robert need to have the preliminary work taken off their Herrick” (Dent, 2s. 6d. net), in the delightful Lyric Poets shoulders. He has even ventured to dream of enlarging series, and “ The Kipling Birthday Book” (Macmillan, the scope of his agency so far as to undertake to supply 2s. 6d.), published with Mr. Kipling's authorisation. speakers for public meetings.
EAR MR. SMURTHWAYT,—There have been
enough books published this month, and no mis
take, and tlie fact that I have to send you so many is pretty good proof that the average of quality has been high. Those that have been selling best appear in the following list :
Sir George Tressa ly. By Mrs. Humphry Ward. 6s.
Fridtjof Nansen (1861-1893). By W. C. Brogger and Norlahi Rolfsen. 125, 6d.
Sunshine and Storm in Rhodesia. By 1. C. Selous. 10. 6. net.
Charlotte Brontë and Her Circle. By Clement K. Shorter. 7s. od.
Some of these you have already receivel, but Mr. Kipling's “ Tie Seven Seas” (Methuen, 6s.) is new, and so is Mr. William Archer's opportune translation of the Norwegian "life" of Dr. Nansen (Longmans, 12s. 6d.), a handsomely illustrated volume, with maps. Then there is Mr. F. C. Selous's “Sunshine and Storm in Rhodesia" (Rowland Ward, 10s. 61. net). You know the great African Nimrod, who handles the pen as skilfully as the brush, and who ranks as foremost among the great hunters of the world. He has been through the Matabele insurrection. He is thoroughly honest. As an unimpeachable witness this handsome illustrated narrative is simply indispensable to all those who wish to know things as they are in Rhodesia. Mr. Selous is no enemy of the Boers, neither is he a special eulogist of Mr. Rhodes. He a just eye-witness, who sets down nought in malice and who records the dreadful incidents of a native rising and its suppression with a candour almost brutal in its frankness. For Mr. Selous wrote when the fierce passion roused by the massacre was still hot within him, and he expresses much more vigorously than wisely the feeling of many as to the theory that the Matabele “ are not men and brothers, but monsters in human shape, to be shot down mercilessly like wild dogs or hyænas." You will find the book a genuine photograph of life in Rhodesia, not bowdlerised and toned down to accord with the ideals of Exeter Hall.
The largest book in your parcel, and the handsomest, is Mrs. Cashel Hoey's translation of M. Émile Bourgeois “ The Century of Louis XIV.: its Arts—its Ideas” (Low, 52s. Od.), a review of the seventeenth century in France, as depicted in its literature and its art." The Great Century lives again in its pages, and M. Bourgeois, although specially disclaiming the idea of writing a history, enables the dry bones of history to live again. The elaborate illustrations-over five hundred in number, reproduced both by photogravure and ordinary process—form one of the chief attractions of this costly and admirable volume. Professor Charles M. Andrews's “ The Historical Development of Modern Europe from the Congress of Vienna to the Present Time" is a serious contribution to modern history, of which the first part (Putnam, 12s. 6d.), dealing with the period between 1815 and 1850, has just appeared. It has a map as frontispiece. A new volume of the Famous Scots Series is Miss Blantyre Simpson's life of her father “Sir James Y. Simpson” (Oliphant, Is. 6.). Historical and antiquarian research of a curious kind is the subject of Mr. John Ashton's “The Devil in Britain and America" (Ward and Downey, 21s.), a volume profusely illustrated from
old woodcuts and prints. The author has attempted —with considerable success, if interest goes for aught"to give a succinct account of demonology and witchcraft” in the two countries.
Half-a-dozen books will appeal irresistibly to the student of political and social science, and of these the third volume of Mr. Herbert Spencer's “ Principles of Sociology” (Williams and Norgate, 16s.), forming the eighth and concluding volume of his “System of Synthetic Philosophy," claims the first place. Indeed, to many this, the conclusion of Mr. Sjencer's life-work, will be the most important literary production of the year. “On looking back over the six-and-thirty years which have passed since the Synthetic Philosophy was commenced,” says the philosophier in his preface, “I am surprised at my audacity in undertaking it, anál still more surpri ed by its completion.” However, “ sometimes a forlorn hope is justified by the event," and we can congratulate ourselves that the “ purpose ” of his life was fulfilled. It has left its mark on its century, and its influence will continue, to whatever degree the conclusions of the Philosophy are accepted in centuries to come, just as long as earnest, reverent, and adequatelyequipped research have use and honour among us. The eighth volume of Mr. Charles Booth's “Life and Labour of the People in London” (Macmillan, 7s. 6d. net), a continuation of the section devoted to “ Population Classifieil by Trades," has appeared; and of similar interest is the new volume of the Social Questions of To-day Series, Mr. Arthur Sherwell's “ Life in West London: a Study and a Contrast” (Methuen, 2s. 60.), a careful and outspoken "analysis of the conditions of life --- social, industrial, and moral-in a particular district” — Soho, to wit. “Glasgow: its Municipal Organisation and Administration” (Maclehose, Glasgow), by Sir James Bell, Bart., and Mr. James Paton, is intended, first, as a picture of Glasgow municipal life in particular, and, secondly, as a comprehensive view of the various means through and by which the complex work of a great corporation is carried on, and the intimate relation in which these and their result stand to the health, happiness, and prosperity of the citizens. Then you will also find a collection of “ Lord Rosebery's Speeches (1874–1896)” (Bceman, 6s.), and Mr. Richard Jenery-Shee's translation from the Italian of "Socialism and Catholicism” (Longmans, 6s.), by Count Edward Soderini, a work stated by Cardinal Vaughan, in the preface he contributes, to be “the best and fullest commentary on the Encyclical Rerum Novarum that has appeared in Italy”; and he even goes on to say that the translator has “ provided for English-speaking Catholics one of the best, if not the very best, handbook on the Social Question to be found in their language"!
One book of travel, and one only, have to send, but the interest of that one is extreme. It is “The Káfirs of the Hindu-Kush” (Lawrence, 3ls. 6d.), by Sir George Robertson, the British Agent at Gilgit, and the man whose name will be for ever identified with the heroic defence of Chitral. Káfiristan had long era led the curiosity of travellers, and it required courage and skill, resource and constant readiness before Dr. Robertson (as he then was) could succeed in penetrating to its recesses and laying bare its secrets. Altogether this is an extremely notable volume, and its interest is increased by the numerous illustrations by Mr. A. D. McCormick.
In science, a sixth volume has appeared of the splendid
“Royal Natural History” (Warne, 9s. net), which under reprint of Southey's “Life of Nelson." Each has a the editorship of Mr. Lydekker is making such excellent photogravure frontispiece, and in details of type progress. It deals with the various invertebrate animals, and binding is altogether charming, and certainly and is illustrated with good coloured plates and a large wonderfully cheap. Another series just begun at the number of engravings in the text. “Gleanings from the Aldine House is a continuation in some sense of the Natural History of the Ancients” (Stock, 3s. 6d. net), by the "Temple Shakespeare." The Temple Dramatists," again Rev. M. G. Watkins, is the first volume of the Antiquary's under the editorship of the erudite Mr. Gollancz, begins Library, and is a very interesting treatment of a curious with an unexpurga'el and delightfully produced reprint and abstruse but none the less entertaining subject. of Webster's “ The Duchess of Valfi” (Dent, ls. net). Science and religion meet in Dr. Charles Crosslegh's Uniform in size and shape with the “ Temple Shake“ The Bible in the Light of To-day” (S. P. C. K., 3s. 6d.), speare,” this new series is to contain all the most famous an attempt “ to indicate the lines on which it is possible plays of the old dramatists. to hold the Bible to be divine” and “to present some of Novels have to some extent been crowded out of thie the results of an independent application of principles, field this month by the throng of other fiction intended long since laid down by Bishop Butler, to the question of specially for Christmas. Dr. Conan Doyle's “ Rodney its authority.”
Stone” (Smith and Elder, 6s.) is, however, the kind of Mr. G. W. Steevens's “Monologues of the Dead” book to make any month notable. In his preface Dr. (Methuen, 3s. 6d.) has that kind of literary and his Doyle speaks of his “endeavour to draw various phases torical interest that warrants my placing it among of life and character in England at the beginning of the volumes of essays, rather than with fiction or history. century," and certainly his endeavour has not been in I am not sure that the author has not produced a book vain. Those early years live again in his exciting story, worthy to stand beside the “ Imaginary Conversations and even the prize-ring regains some of its ancient glory of Walter Savage Landor. A brilliant literary gift, real in his description of the fight between Crab Wilson and scholarship, and distinct feeling for the realisation of Jack Harrison. The story is full of the old glory of character have gone to the making of the se soliloquies, England, and as it is illustrated could hardly be bettered monolognes spoken, in their habit as they livel, by a a Christmas present for “a growing lad." Mr. number of the mighty derd from Troilus and the Mother Justin Hantly McCarthy's “The Royal Christopher” of the Gracchi to Cæsar, Nero, and Constantine the Great. (Chatto, 3s. 61.) deserves something of the same kind Mr. Steevens has concentrated, and focussed, whole his of success. Dedicated to " My dear Anthony Hope tories into these little sketches: each is a brilliant tour de Hawkins,” in gratitude “for hours of pleasure in the force, and each will help to the fit appreciation of its company of Rudolph Rassendyll” and others, it is subject. Above all, the book is useful in that its reader romance puru and simple, and romance as good as one will---often for the first time--understand that these great is likely to get. Mrs. Molesworth's Uncanny Tales" personalities of history are human first, historical after (Hutchinson, 3s. 6.) are, generally speaking, sentiwards. Lucullus finishes his monologue with a hiccuppel mental rather than uncanny, but they will help to cry to his serving-man to "ser-serre the emetic"; the pass away an idle hour; while the interest of Mr. Mother of the Gracchi harps continually on the worry of
Frederick Wedmore's “ Orgeas and Miradon, with Other housekeeping, and her gratitude that in so "terribly Pieces (Bowden, 3s. 6d.), is that of literature rather dissipated and corrupt” a day her sons
than of ordinary fiction. Character and style are honourable Roman gentlemen.” Then there is Mr. L. F. the notes of Jr. Wedmore's work: reticent, elegant, Austin's" At Random” (Ward and Lock, 3s. 6d.), a collec urbane, his work always is. It has charin and tion of the very delightful papers-real causeries--on life flavour and sentiment, and these short stories are 10 and his own personality—which he has contributed to exception to the rulo. 'Alien," who wrote “ A Daughter the Speaker and the Sketch. Literary criticism, the of the King," has produced a new novel in “ In Golden humour of the London streets, the stage-all alike are Shackles” (Hutchinson, 6s.); Major Arthur Griffiths's grist to Mr. Austin's mill. IIe has done well to reprint its “ The Rome Express” (Milne, 25. 6l.) is sensational finest productions: the result is a real treat to every lover enough to keep many an eager reader from his bed; Mr. of the lighter forms of English prose and English life. The Charles Grant's "Stories of Naples and the Camorra' new edition of Mr. George Moore's “ Modern Painting (Macmillan, 6s.) displays a wonderfully intimate know(Scott, 6s.) has been so considerably enlarged that it ledge of Italian life on its poorer sides, and no small should be mentioned here. It contains several new power of character-drawing; while Mr. Elwyn Thomas's studies, and, as frontispiece, a photogravure reproduction “The Martyrs of Hell's Highway” (Allenson, 3s. 6d.), of Manet's portrait of Mr. Moore. Modern Painting” frankly announced as a novel with a purpose," and is, in the absence of a collection of “ D. S. Y.'s" contri dealing with “the unhappy victims of tho great social butions to art criticism, the one book in which one can evil,” has the advantage of a preface and appendix by learn of that new spirit whiclı, for better or worse, is Mrs. Josephine Butler. A new author appears in Miss making such deep impression among our younger artists. Elizabeth Holland, whose “ The Evolution of a Wife: A Mr. James E. Matthew's “ The Literature of Music Romance in Six Parts ” (Milne, 6s.) is distinctly worth (Stock, 4s. 62.) is the last volume of the Book-Lover's reading. Miss Folland is lucky in her provocative title. Library.
You may reinember my sending you, a year or two Among recent new editions nothing has been more ago, the remarkable novel, “A Superfluous Woman ; " pleasurable than the new series, the Temple Classics, you will, therefore, turn eagerly to the new book by the which is appearing under the editorship of Mr. Israel same authoress in your present parcel. "Life the Gollancz. Each volume will contain, apparently, about Accuser” (Heinemann, 15s. net), although a threeas much matter as a Golden Treasury volume (although volume novel, is not a long story, but a very painful slightly smaller in size), but unlike that series it will “ Life the accuser has Life as its real authorcontain no editorial introduction, and but the briefest of Miss Brooke merely held the pen. The characters live, notes. Wordsworth’s “ The Prelude” (Dent, Is. 60. net) and move, and perish before our eyes. I can well believe is the first book in the series, and after it comes a that the accidents, and certainly the motif, of this bitter