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making him use his wealth. Alan was eminently receptive of ideas. And Paul Rondelet marvelled that he had neglected to exploiter this wealthy mine during so many years.

His own disciple, almost-his admirer, always -one who believed in him—it was absurd to think of going out into poverty with Alan at his back.

He made his way to the Shepherd Squire's comfortless cottage, and waited there for bis arrival.

Nothing was changed in the cottage since

that first day when Alan went to sleep by the fire, and awoke to find his breakfast stolen. There was the wooden chair beside the deal table; the shelf of books; the stack of papers, the eupboard door open, showing the common china and the materials for making tea, bread-and-butter, and other simple accessories of a hermit's life. The kettle was on the hob, though the fire was not lit ; and a couple of candlesticks stood upon the mantel-shelf

. Paul Rondelet lit the candles, sat, and waited. This cottage life, he re membered, was one of the dreams of à certain stage in bis own development. He thought how, in their ardent youth, they had taken their claret in Alan's rooms, which looked over the stately college gardens, and discussed the life of self-sacrifice which was to regenerate the world. There were a dozen who formed their little set of theorists. Out of them all one alone was found to carry theories into practice, and realize a dream. What about himself? What about

It was not enough to say that they were men who had to make an income for themselves. He could no longer comprehend the attitude of mind which made such a dream as that former one possible. He had grown out of it, he said. He had sunk beneath it, conscience whispered; but then the Advanced School does not believe in conscience. And the rest? They were all at work : practising at the Bar, writing, teach

ing, even-melancholy thought !--curates and parish priests.

What he could no longer understand was the nobleness of the nature which thus simply converted theory into practice, and became what the others only talked about. What he failed to see was, that, living in slothful ease, which he mistook for intellectual activity, he had lost the power to conceive any more, far less to execute, the noble dreams of his youth.

He sat and wondered. Six years before, his heart would have burned within him, and his spirit would have mounted upwards, to join that of Alan Dunlop. Now he only wondered.

Presently Alan came. His manner was listless, his face was haggard. Alma had been more than usually unreceptive that evening. She had been sulky ; she had returned rude and short answers; she had tried his patience almost beyond his strength. His father, too, he had learned, was at the Abbey and he did not dare go to see him, lest in bis tell-tale face, or by his tell-tale tongue, it should be discovered that he had made a great and terrible mistake, beyond the power of an honourable man to alter.

"You here, Rondelet ?'

'Yes, I have been waiting for you. Let us have a talk, Alan.'

Paul Rondelet produced his roll of papers, while Alan, with a rather weary sigh, took down a pipe from the mantel-shelf, filled it, and sat listlessly on his deal table.

Go on, Rondelet; I am listening.'

Paul Rondelet began, with a little nervousness unusual to him, to expound his project. Had Alan cared to read between the lines, his speech would have been as follows :

'I am driven to the necessity of doing something for myself; in a few months I shall have no income. I can find no way of fighting as men generally do fight. I can discern no likely popularity in what will fall from my pen. I want to get somehow or

the rest?

to my

other, endowment. You are a very that we want, but the acted life.' rich man.

You shall endow me.' That was just what Alan, in a differWhat he really said at the finish ent way, had always maintained. was this :

Let the lower herd, the crowd, see 'I will leave the Prospectus with how we live, read what we write, and you. I shall be able to find a pub- learn what we think.' lisher-on commission - easily. It is * *Y-yes,' said Alan doubtfully; a crying shame that a magazine pure- and the probable amount of the guarly devoted to the followers of the antee --what one might be asked to Higher Culture does not exist." pay, month by month?'

• There are the Contemporary, the That,' said Mr. Rondelet airily, Fortnightly, the Vineteenth century.' * is impossible for me to say. Perhaps

“My dear Dunlop !'—he held up a thousand in the course of the year. his hands --pray do not think that Perhaps a little more. We shall have, we are going to occupy that level. We of course, a great quantity of advershall have none but our own as circle tise nts to fall back upon. I have readers, writers, and supporters.' no doubt that we shall rapidly acquire

• Will you depend on names ?' a circulation. People want guidance "On some names, yes.

Not on the -we shall guide them; they want to names of ex-Premiers; only on the know what to think--we shall formunames of those who are men of mark late their thoughts; what to readamong ourselves.'

we shall publish a list of selected ar * But--do you think it will pay?'

ticles.' Not at first, I suppose-eventu. * That sounds possible,' said Alan, ally. And that brings me

softening next point. I have drawn up a note • You and I, my dear Alan,' went of expenses. I put myself down as on the tempter, will be registered editor, with eight hundred pounds a joint proprietors. You shall find the year.

You do not think that exces money-I will find the staff. You sive, Dunlop ??

shall start us-- [ will be the editor. "Surely not, for a man of your cali- And we will share the profits.' bre.

· Yes. I was to share the profits of • The rest of the estimate you can my farm ; but there are none. go into at your leisure.

I want you,

There will be, in this magazine as the most advanced of our wealthy Fancy a monthly journal without a men, to guarantee - to guarantee,' he trace of Philistinism in it. Positive repeated, with an anxious flush of his ly no habitant of the Low Country cheek, 'not to give, the expenses of allowed to write in it. The Higher the first year.

Whatever loss there Thought demands a style of its own. may be, if any, will be repaid from There have been articles, I own, in the subsequent profits.'

the Fortnightly, especially written by Alan received this proposition in members of our own school, which silence. Only he stroked his beard none but ourselves could possibly unand pulled at his pipe. His domestic derstand. Picture to yourself a paexperiments had already cost him so per absolutely unintelligible save to much that he was loath to incur fresh the disciples of the New School. As responsibilities.

for the other things, what can be ex• To guarantee, not to give,' re- pected from magazines which allow peated Paul Rondelet, glancing at his Bishops, Deans, Professors, and people face uneasily. Consider,' he went of that sort to contribute ?' on. “We, who set an example in our Paul Rondelet shook his head sadly, lives, should also set an example in as if the lowest depths must be reached our writings. It is not preaching when you come to Bishops Alan was

shaken, but not convinced. Sitting as he was among the ruins of his own schemes, he was naturally not anxious to promote new ones. And yet, the old influence of Paul Rondelet was over him still. He still believed that this man was a power.

The first and the lifelong heroes are those of school and college. It is sad, indeed, when chance brings one face to face, in after years, with the great and gallant Captain of the school, to find that he is, after all, no greater than yourself, and, in fact, rather a mean sort of person.

Next to the school hero comes he who was a hero among undergraduates. Alan believed formerly in that bright, clever, and conceited scholar who assumed every kind of knowledge, and talked like a Socrates. It was difficult not to believe in him still. He reflected that this would be his chance : he thought that it would be a great thing to let Rondelet prove his greatness to the outer world.

'I will guarantee the expense,' he said at last, "for one year.'

Paul Rondelet, shortly afterwards, stepped out of his Fellowship with ease of mind.

The magazine was started

It was exactly a year ago. for nearly a year; it contained the Poem of the Sorrowful Young Man ;

The Sonnet to Burne Jones ; papers by Paul Rondelet on the Orphic Myth, on the Bishops of the Renaissance, on certain obscure French poets, on the Modern School of English Painting, on the Italian Woman of the Fifteenth Century, on the Fall of the Church, and other papers.

Nobody except the Circle' bought that magazine ; nobody advertised in it. And after ten months, for very shame, the publishers advised Mr. Dunlop to pay the editor his salary for the year and stop it. Paul Rondelet now writes for the Daily Press. He contributes leaders to a penny paper. He glories in this occupation. It is not writing for the common herd any longer; it is 'swaying the masses.' His articles may be known by frequent quotations, not from the poets loved by the world, but from modern writers, such as Morris and Rossetti; by references to French writers not generally known to mankind, such as Catulle Mendes, Baudelaire, and Theodore de Banville; by the easy omniscience which is at home among pre-historic men, or among the scholars of the Renaissance or with the Darwinians ; by an absolute inability to enter with sympathy into any phase of real life; and by an irrepressible tone of superiority. Whatever he says, this writer is always Paul Rondelet of Lothian.

It ran

(Conclusion next month.)


NO. 3.


ROM the East the attention of what France most needed was self

the world has been turned to control, and in self-control she has France, where the triumph of the Re- made remarkable progress. Secure, publicans in the elections to the Senate since their acquisition of a majority in has been followed by a peaceful revolu- the Senate against a dissolution of the tion. That the revolution is peaceful Chamber, the Republican chiefs venand parliamentary, not a revolution of tured to crown the constitutionaledifice barricades, is in itself a great thing : | by insisting that the army should be

brought thoroughly under the control of ministers responsible to Parliament. The Marshal resisted, as all soldier kings do, and the result is his deposi. tion and the installation of M. Grévy in his place. Constitutionally, this is right; but practically there may be some ground for apprenension. It is the Alpha and Omega of statesman. ship to see things exactly as they are. The French nation thinks fit, for pur poses

of ambition or revenge, to keep up an enormous army. That army is the master of France, and might, if it pleased, to-morrow, overturn the Republic like a house of cards. Its omnipotence has been more nakedly revealed since the total failure of the civic forces in the siege of Paris. It must also be perfectly conscious of its power, and know well that seven times, by active interference or passive defection, it has changed the government of France. Its professional instincts, like those of all armies are anti-republican, and in some portions of it, notably in the cavalry, a strong Imperialist feeling still prevails. To keep it loyal to the Republic ought therefore to be the first object of Republican statesmen. This the Presidency of Marshal MacMahon seemed weil calculated to do. The Marshal was a soldier of distinction, thoroughly identified with the army in feeling, in fact its very best representative ; and its pride was satisfied by seeing him at the head of the State. On the other hand, he was not distinguished enough to be dangerous : the cypress rather than the laurel wreathed his brow; and he could not possibly conceive the hope of making a military revolution in his own interest. Political ideas he had none beyond the vague Conservative tendency which the discipline of the camp always inspires ; in the attempt of May 16th, he was evidently a mere tool, and since its failure he seemed in good faith to have laid down his arms and capitulated to the Republican regime. If he was tenacious about a few military appoint

ments, which he fancied to be essential on professional grounds, he might have been humoured without a serious breach of principle, considering the great advantages gained by his adhesion to the Republic. His wife, a devout and intriguing woman, was perhaps more dangerous ; but she must have known that she could not herself be Empress ; it was not likely that she would wish to make any other woman Empress over her head; and the personal feud with the Simons, which led her to precipitate the attempt of May, seemed in no way to have extended to Dufaure. It will be interesting to see whether the army considers itself deposed in the person of MacMahon, and, if so, how it will take its deposition. Is the army satisfied ? was the first question that Napoleon asked of one who visited him at Elba, and unfortunately it is the first question to be asked still. Not till she has got clear of the military regime, military sentiments, military manners, will France be securely a Republic.

Not only to the army but to the priesthood a challenge is flung by the election of Grévy, who apparently belongs to that element in France which

not so much hostile to the Church as absolutely alien to her, regarding her with no more interest or emotion than the Church of Jupiter or Osiris. It was said that when he was Presi. dent of the National Assembly, hav. ing to attend service officially at Notre Dame, when the sacristan presented him the holy water at the entrance of the church, he, not knowing what was meant, took the brush from the astonished sacri-tan, shouldered it and marched with it to his stall. Against him, no doubt, the clergy will marshal all their powers ; and in the clergy, together with the aristocratic and military elements, lies now the strength of the resistance to the final establishment of the Republic. The dynastic pretenders and their personal interests are nowhere. Henry V. is a de


votee, who ought to be Chamberlain are people who, foating on to the Pope, and who, with perfect of the backstreams of which history is simplicity, tells the French a century full, mistake it for the main current, after the Revolution that, in order and think that the river of human that he may reign despotically over progress has turned back to its source, their bodies, it is necessary that the Of course the air in France is full priest should reign despotically over of rumours of constitutional change in their souls. No one will embark in an ultra revolutionary and even in a such a ship who does not believe in communistic sense. It is not likely the miracle of La Salette. The at- that anything of the kind will be attempt to fuse the Legitimnists with tempted at present. Grévy is a coolthe Orleanists by a family reconcilia. headed old lawyer and man of busition has totally failed. It is not a ness; and the history of the last five question of pedigree but of regimes. years has shown that beneath the rhe.. The spirit of St. Louis will not make torical fire of Gambetta lies prudencepeace with that of Egalité, nor will cold as snow. It.is scarcely possible the Oriflamme blend with the Tricol- that the French Republic should go our. The Comte de Paris himself is on for ever with a cumbrous and jarvirtuous, amiable and cultivated ; but ring counterpart of what people arenot the man to grasp a crown.

His pleased to call the British Constituuncle, the Duc d'Aumale, would seem tion. A system, if the accidental sur. to be an object of greater apprehension vival of two old feudal estates deserveto the Republicans, if it be true that the nume, which is rendered practi he has been relieved of his military cally consistent with good governcommand ; but he is growing old, and ment, in spite of its obsoleteness and he is supposed to have sunk into defects, by the special qualities and habits inconsistent with the vigour of peculiar training of the British peo-ainbition. The · Young Ascanius' of ple, when imported into a nation dethe Bonapartists may now be set void of those qualities and that traindown as an acknowledged disappoint- ing, produces nothing but embarrassment. If the recent accounts of his ment, collisions and confusion. The condition are true, the poor youth whole Parliamentary history of France would appear to have imbibed in his testifies to the unmanageableness in cradle the morality of the Second Em- that country, of great elective Assempire. It is evident the hopes of the blies and a Legislature with two party are rapidly declining. Baron Chambers. But modifications in this Haussmann was the great edile, and direction would not be more revolu. one of the most devoted and best paid tionary than conservative ; and unisatellites of the Empire. But he is one versal suffrage being already estabof those politicians who always watch lished, and having triumphed, by the bow the cat jumps, and call it study- | deposition of the Marshal, over the ing the spirit of the age. It has been last remnant of personal power, there long suspected that he was meditating is not much in the political line at a submission to fortune; and we are present for even the most ardent renow told that he was among the first volutionist to do. It is in the line of to offer his congratulations to M. public education that the victorious Grévy.

Republicans may rather be expected Hereditary monarchy is apparently to more. Experience has taught them dead in the land of Louis XIV. In that political change is at once superthe land of Pbilip II. it draws a faint ficial and precarious when attended by and failing breath. What are its no change in the fundamental beliefs prospects of propagating itself in lands and character of a nation. It is prowhich have never been its own ? There bable that they will try to take the

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