No More Learning

Augustine,' and many minor com-
positions in prose and verse, translations from the Latin fables and
poems, and his own note-book, in which he jots, with what may be
termed a journalistic instinct, scenes that he had witnessed, such as
Aldhelm standing on the bridge instructing the people on Sunday
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which remind one of Marcus Aurelius:—“Desirest thou' power ? But
thou shalt never obtain it without sorrows— sorrows from strange
folk, and yet keener sorrows from thine own kindred;” and “Hard-
ship and sorrow! Not a king but would wish to be without these if
he could. But I know that he cannot. ' Alfred's value to literature
is this: he placed by the side of Anglo-Saxon poetry, - consisting of
two great poems, Cædmon's great song of the Creation and Cyne-
wulf's Nativity and Life of Christ, and the unwritten ballads passed
from lip to lip, — four immense translations from Latin into Anglo-
Saxon prose, which raised English from a mere spoken dialect to a
true language. From his reign date also the famous Anglo-Saxon
Chronicle and the Anglo-Saxon Gospels; and a few scholars are
tempted to class the magnificent Beowulf' among the works of this
period. At any rate, the great literary movement that he inaugurated
lasted until the Norman Conquest.
In 893 the Danes once more disturbed King Alfred, but he foiled
them at all points, and they left in 897 to harry England no more
for several generations. In 901 he died, having reigned for thirty
years in the honor and affection of his subjects. Freeman in his
(Norman Conquest' says that “no other man on record has ever so
thoroughly united all the virtues both of the ruler and of the private
Bishop Asser, his contemporary, has left a half-mythical
eulogy, and William of Malmesbury, Roger of Wendover, Matthew
of Westminster, and John Brompton talk of him fully and freely.
Sir John Spellman published a quaint biography in Oxford in 1678,
followed by Powell's in 1634, and Bicknell's in 1777. The modern
lives are by Giles, Pauli, and Hughes.
man. ”
KING ALFRED ON KING-CRAFT
T"
Comment in his Translation of Boethius's Consolations of Philosophy)
HE Mind then answered and thus said: O Reason, indeed
thou knowest that covetousness and the greatness of this
earthly power never well pleased me, nor did I altogether
very much yearn after this earthly authority. But nevertheless I
was desirous of materials for the work which I was commanded
to perform; that was, that I might honorably and fitly guide and
exercise the power which was committed to me. Moreover, thou
knowest that no man can show any skill nor exercise or control
any power, without tools and materials.
There are of every
craft the materials without which man cannot exercise the craft.
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that he have his land well peopled; he must have prayer-men,
and soldiers, and workmen. Thou knowest that without these
tools no king can show his craft. This is also his materials
which he must have besides the tools: provisions for the three
classes. This is, then, their provision: land to inhabit, and gifts
and weapons, and meat, and ale, and clothes, and whatsoever is
necessary for the three classes. He cannot without these pre-
serve the tools, nor without the tools accomplish any of those
things which he is commanded to perform. Therefore, I was
desirous of materials wherewith to exercise the power, that my
talents and power should not be forgotten and concealed. For
every craft and every power soon becomes old, and is passed
over in silence, if it be without wisdom: for no man can accom-
plish any craft without wisdom. Because whatsoever is done
through folly, no one can ever reckon for craft. This is now
especially to be said: that I wished to live honorably whilst I
lived, and after my life, to leave to the men who were after me,
my memory in good works.
ALFRED'S PREFACE TO THE VERSION OF POPE GREGORY'S
(PASTORAL CARE)
K
ING ALFRED bids greet Bishop Wærferth with his words lov-
ingly and with friendship; and I let it be known to thee
that it has very often come into my mind, what wise men
there formerly were throughout England, both of sacred and sec-
ular orders; and what happy times there were then throughout
England; and how the kings who had power of the nation in
those days obeyed God and his ministers; and they preserved
peace, morality, and order at home, and at the same time en-
larged their territory abroad; and how they prospered both with
war and with wisdom; and also the sacred orders, how zealous
they were, both in teaching and learning, and in all the services
they owed to God; and how foreigners came to this land in
search of wisdom and instruction, and how we should now have
to get them from abroad if we would have them. So general
was its decay in England that there were very few on this side
of the Humber who could understand their rituals in English,
or translate a letter from Latin into English; and I believe
there were not many beyond the Humber. There were so few
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I came to the throne. Thanks be to God Almighty that we
have any teachers among us now.
And therefore I command
thee to do as I believe thou art willing, to disengage thyself
from worldly matters as often as thou canst, that thou mayst
apply the wisdom which God has given thee wherever thou
canst. Consider what punishments would come upon us on
account of this world if we neither loved it (wisdom) ourselves
nor suffered other men to obtain it: we should love the name
only of Christian, and very few of the virtues.
When I considered all this I remembered also how I saw,
before it had been all ravaged and burnt, how the churches
throughout the whole of England stood filled with treasures and
books, and there was also a great multitude of God's servants;
but they had very little knowledge of the books, for they could
not understand anything of them, because they were not written
in their own language. As if they had said, “Our forefathers,
who formerly held these places, loved wisdom, and through it
they obtained wealth and bequeathed it to us.
In this we can
still see their tracks, but we cannot follow them, and therefore
we have lost both the wealth and the wisdom, because we would
not incline our hearts after their example. ”
When I remembered all this, I wondered extremely that the
good and wise men, who were formerly all over England, and
had perfectly learnt all the books, did not wish to translate
them into their own language. But again, I soon answered
myself and said, “They did not think that men would ever be
so careless, and that learning would so decay; therefore they
abstained from translating, and they trusted that the wisdom in
this land might increase with our knowledge of languages. ”
Then I remember how the law was first known in Hebrew,
and again, when the Greeks had learnt it, they translated the
whole of it into their own language, and all other books besides,
And again, the Romans, when they had learnt it, they translated
the whole of it through learned interpreters into their own
language. And also all other Christian nations translated a part
of them into their own language. Therefore it seems better to
me, if ye think so, for us also to translate some books which are
most needful for all men to know, into the language which we
can all understand, and for you to do as we very easily can if we
have tranquillity enough; that is, that all the youth now in
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themselves to it, be set to learn as long as they are not fit for
any other occupation, until that they are well able to read English
writing: and let those be afterward taught more in the Latin
language who are to continue learning and be promoted to a
higher rank. When I remember how the knowledge of Latin had
formerly decayed throughout England, and yet many could read
English writing, I began among other various and manifold
troubles of this kingdom, to translate into English the book which
is called in Latin Pastoralis, and in English Shepherd's Book,
sometimes word by word and sometimes according to the sense,
as I had learnt it from Plegmund, my archbishop, and Asser, my
bishop, and Grimbold, my mass-priest, and John, my mass-priest.
And when I had learnt as I could best understand it, and as I
could most clearly interpret it, I translated it into English; and
I will send a copy to every bishopric in my kingdom; and on
each there is a clasp worth fifty mancus. And I command, in
God's name, that no man take the clasp from the book or the
book from the minister: it is uncertain how long there may be
such learned bishops as now, thanks be to God, there are nearly
everywhere; therefore, I wish them always to remain in their
place, unless the bishop wish to take them with him, or they be
lent out anywhere, or any one make a copy from them.
BLOSSOM GATHERINGS FROM ST. AUGUSTINE
IN
N every tree I saw something there which I needed at home,
therefore I advise every one
who is able and has many
wains, that he trade to the same wood where I cut the stud
shafts, and there fetch more for himself and load his wain with
fair rods, that he may wind many a neat wall and set many a
comely house and build many a fair town of them; and thereby
may dwell merrily and softly, so as I now yet have not done.
But He who taught me, to whom the wood was agreeable, He may
make me to dwell more softly in this temporary cottage, the while
that I am in this world, and also in the everlasting home which
He has promised us through St. Augustine, and St. Gregory, and
St. Jerome, and through other holy fathers; as I believe also
that for the merits of all these He will make the way more con-
venient than it was before, and especially the carrying and the
building: but every man wishes after he has built a cottage on
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therein and hunt, and fowl, and fish, and use it every way under
the lease both on water and on land, until the time that he earn
book-land and everlasting heritage through his lord's mercy. So
do enlighten the eyes of my mind so that I may search out the
right way to the everlasting home and the everlasting glory, and
the everlasting rest which is promised us through those holy
fathers. May it be so!
It is no wonder though men swink in timber working, and in
the wealthy Giver who wields both these temporary cottages and
eternal homes. May He who shaped both and wields both, grant
me that I may be meet for each, both here to be profitable and
thither to come.
WHERE TO FIND TRUE JOY
From Boethius)
O"
h! it is a fault of weight,
Let him think it out who will,
And a danger passing great
Which can thus allure to ill
Careworn men from the rightway,
Swiftly ever led astray.
Will ye seek within the wood
Red gold on the green trees tall ?
None, I wot, is wise that could,
For it grows not there at all:
Neither in wine-gardens green
Seek they gems of glittering sheen.
Would ye on some hill-top set,
When ye list to catch a trout,
Or a carp, your fishing-net ?
Men, methinks, have long found out
That it would be foolish fare,
For they know they are not there. .
In the salt sea can ye find,
When ye list to start an hunt,
With your hounds, the hart or hind ?
It will sooner be your wont
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Is it wonderful to know
That for crystals red or white
One must to the sea-beach go,
Or for other colors bright,
Seeking by the river's side
Or the shore at ebb of tide ?
Likewise, men are well aware
Where to look for river-fish;
And all other worldly ware
Where to seek them when they wish;
Wisely careful men will know
Year by year to find them so.
But of all things 'tis most sad
That they foolish are so blind,
So besotted and so mad,
That they cannot surely find
Where the ever-good is nigh
And true pleasures hidden lie.
Therefore, never is their strife
After those true joys to spur;
In this lean and little life
They, half-witted, deeply err
Seeking here their bliss to gain,
That is God Himself in vain.
Ah! I know not in my thought
How enough to blame their sin,
None so clearly as I ought
Can I show their fault within ;
For, more bad and vain are they
And more sad than I can say.
All their hope is to acquire
Worship goods and worldly weal;
When they have their mind's desire,
Then such witless Joy they feel,
That in folly they believe
Those True Joys they then receive.
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A SORROWFUL FYTTE
From Boethius )
L
o! I sung cheerily
In my bright days,
But now all wearily
Chaunt I my lays;
Sorrowing tearfully,
Saddest of men,
Can I sing cheerfully,
As I could then ?
Many a verity
In those glad times
Of my prosperity
Taught I in rhymes;
Now from forgetfulness
Wanders my tongue,
Wasting in fretfulness,
Metres unsung:
Worldliness brought me here
Foolishly blind,
Riches have wrought me here
Sadness of mind;
When I rely on them,
Lo! they depart, -
Bitterly, fie on them!
Rend they my heart.
Why did your songs to me,
World-loving men,
Say joy belongs to me
Ever as then ?
Why did ye lyingly
Think such a thing,
Seeing how flyingly
Wealth may take wing ?
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(1848-)
HE Irish-Canadian naturalist, Charles Grant Blairfindie Allen,
who turns his industrious hand with equal facility to scien-
tific writing, to essays, short stories, botanical treatises,
biography, and novels, is known to literature as Grant Allen, as
"Arbuthnot Wilson, and as “Cecil Power. ”
His work may be divided into two classes: fiction and popular
essays. The first shows the author to be familiar with varied scenes
and types, and exhibits much feeling for dramatic situations. His
list of novels is long, and includes among others, 'Strange Stories,'
Babylon,' 'This Mortal Coil, (The Tents of Shem,' (The Great
Taboo,'' (Recalled to Life,' (The Woman Who Did,' and 'The British
Barbarians. ' In many of these books he has woven his plots around
a psychological theme; a proof that science interests him more than
invention. His essays are written for unscientific readers, and care-
fully avoid all technicalities and tedious discussions. Most persons,
he says, “would much rather learn why birds have feathers than
why they have a keeled sternum, and they think the origin of bright
flowers far more attractive than the origin of monocotyledonous
seeds or esogenous stems. ”
Grant Allen was born in Kingston, Canada, February 24th, 1848.
After graduation at Merton College, Oxford, he occupied for four
years the chair of logic and philosophy at Queen's College, Spanish
Town, Jamaica, which he resigned to settle in England, where he
now resides. Early in his career he became an enthusiastic follower
of Darwin and Herbert Spencer, and published the attractive books
entitled “Science in Arcady,' Vignettes from Nature,' «The Evolu-
tionist at Large,' and (Colin Clout's Calendar. ' In his preface to
Vignettes from Nature,' he says that the essays are written from
an easy-going, half-scientific half-æsthetic standpoint. ” In this spirit
he rambles in the woods, in the meadows, at the seaside, or upon
the heather-carpeted moor, finding in such expeditions material and
suggestions for his lightly moving essays, which expound the prob-
lems of Nature according to the theories of his acknowledged mas-
ters. A fallow deer grazing in a forest, a wayside berry, a guelder
rose, a sportive butterfly, a bed of nettles, a falling leaf, a mountain
tarn, the hole of a hedgehog, a darting humming-bird, a ripening
plum, a clover-blossom, a spray of sweet-briar, a handful of wild
thyme, or a blaze of scarlet geranium before a cottage door, furnish
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doctrines which have revolutionized the thought of the nineteenth
century,” as he says in substance.
Somewhat more scientificare Psychological Asthetics,' 'The
Color Sense,' 'The Color of Flowers,' and Flowers and their Pedi-
grees); and still deeper is ‘Force and Energy' (1888), a theory of
dynamics in which he expresses original views. In Psychological
Æsthetics (1877), he first seeks to explain such simple pleasures in
bright color, sweet sound, or rude pictorial imitation as delight the
child and the savage, proceeding from these elementary principles
to the more and more complex gratifications of natural scenery,
painting, and poetry. ” In The Color Sense he defines all that we
do not owe to the color sense, for example the rainbow, the sunset,
the sky, the green or purple sea, the rocks, the foliage of trees and
shrubs, hues of autumn, effects of iridescent light, or tints of min-
erals and precious stones; and all that we do owe, namely, “the
beautiful flowers of the meadow and the garden-roses, lilies, cow-
slips, and daisies; the exquisite pink of the apple, the peach, the
mango, and the cherrywith all the diverse artistic wealth of
oranges, strawberries, plums, melons, brambleberries, and pomegran-
ates; the yellow, blue, and melting green of tropical butterflies; the
magnificent plumage of the toucan, the macaw, the cardinal-bird,
the lory, and the honey-sucker; the red breast of our homely robin;
the silver or ruddy fur of the ermine, the wolverene, the fox, the
squirrel, and the chinchilla; the rosy cheeks and pink lips of the
English maiden; the whole catalogue of dyes, paints, and pigments;
and last of all, the colors of art in every age and nation, from the
red cloth of the South Seas, the lively frescoes of the Egyptian and
the subdued tones of Hellenic painters, to the stained windows of
Poictiers and the Madonna of the Sistine Chapel. ” Besides these
books, Mr. Allen has written for the series called English Worthies’
a sympathetic Life of Charles Darwin (1885).
THE COLORATION OF FLOWERS
From "The Colors of Flowers)
T"
He different hues assumed by petals are all thus, as it were,
laid up beforehand in the tissues of the plant, ready to be
brought out at a moment's notice. And all flowers, as we
know, easily sport a little in color. But the question is, Do their
changes tend to follow any regular and definite order? Is there
any reason to believe that the modification runs from any one
color toward any other? Apparently there is. The general con-
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race.
tendency. All flowers, it would seem, were in their earliest form
yellow; then some of them became white; after that, a few of
them grew to be red or purple; and finally, a comparatively
small number acquired various shades of lilac, mauve, violet, or
blue. So that if this principle be true, such a flower as the hare-
bell will represent one of the most highly developed lines of
descent; and its ancestors will have passed successively through
all the intermediate stages. Let us see what grounds can be
given for such a belief.
Some hints of a progressive law in the direction of a color-
change from yellow to blue are sometimes afforded to us even by
the successive stages of a single flower. For example, one of our
common little English forget-me-nots, Myosotis versicolor, is pale
yellow when it first opens; but as it grows older, it becomes
faintly pinkish, and ends by being blue, like the others of its
Now, this sort of color-change is by no means uncommon;
and in almost all knowrr cases it is always in the same direction,
from yellow or white, through pink, orange, or red, to purple or
blue. For example, one of the wall-flowers, Cheiranthus chama-
leo, has at first a whitish flower, then a citron-yellow, and finally
emerges into red or violet. The petals of Stytidium fructicosum
are pale yellow to begin with, and afterward become light rose-
colored. An evening primrose, Enothera tetraptera, has white
flowers in its first stage, and red ones at a later period of devel-
opment. Cobea scandens goes from white to violet; Hibiscus
mutabilis from white through flesh-colored to red. The common
Virginia stock of our gardens (Malcolmia) often opens of a pale
yellowish green, then becomes faintly pink; afterward deepens
into bright red; and fades away at the last into mauve or blue.
Fritz Müller's Lantana is yellow on its first day, orange on its
second, and purple on the third. The whole family of Boraginacea
begin by being pink and end with being blue. The garden con-
volvulus opens a blushing white and passes into full purple. In
all these and many other cases the general direction of the
changes is the same. They are usually set down as due to vary-
ing degrees of oxidation in the pigmentary matter.
If this be so,
there is a good reason why bees should be specially fond of blue,
and why blue flowers should be specially adapted for fertilization
by their aid. For Mr. A. R. Wallace has shown that color is
most apt to appear or to vary in those parts of plants or animals
which have undergone the highest amount of modification. The
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markings of the peacock and the argus pheasant come out upon
their immensely developed secondary tail-feathers or wing-plumes;
the metallic hues of sun-birds, or humming-birds, show them-
selves upon their highly specialized crests, gorgets, or lappets. It
is the same with the hackles of fowls, the head ornaments of
fruit-pigeons, and the bills of toucans. The most exquisite colors
in the insect world are those which are developed on the greatly
expanded and delicately feathered wings of butterflies; and the
eye-spots which adorn a few species are usually found on their
very highly modified swallow-tail appendages. So too with flow-
ers: those which have undergone most modification have their
colors most profoundly altered. In this way, we may put it down
as a general rule (to be tested hereafter) that the least developed
flowers are usually yellow or white; those which have undergone
a little more modification are usually pink or red; and those which
have been most highly specialized of any are usually purple, lilac,
or blue. Absolute deep ultramarine probably marks the highest
level of all.
On the other hand, Mr. Wallace's principle also explains why
the bees and butterflies should prefer these specialized colors to
all others, and should therefore select those flowers which display
them by preference over any less developed types; for bees and
butterflies are the most highly adapted of all insects to honey-
seeking and flower-feeding. They have themselves on their side
undergone the largest amount of specialization for that particular
function. And if the more specialized and modified flowers,
which gradually fitted their forms and the position of their honey.
glands to the forms of the bees or butterflies, showed a natural
tendency to pass from yellow through pink and red to purple
and blue, it would follow that the insects which were being
evolved side by side with them, and which were aiding at the
same time in their evolution, would grow to recognize these
developed colors as the visible symbols of those flowers from
which they could obtain the largest amount of honey with the
least possible trouble. Thus it would finally result that the
ordinary unspecialized flowers, which depended upon small insect
riff-raff, would be mostly left yellow or white; those which
appealed to rather higher insects would become pink or red; and
those which laid themselves out for bees or butterflies, the aristo-
crats of the arthropodous world, would grow for the most part
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Now, this is very much what we actually find to be the
case in nature. The simplest and earliest flowers are those with
regular, symmetrical open cups, like the Ranunculus genus, the
Potentillas, and the Alsine or chickweeds, which can be visited
by any insects whatsoever; and these are in large part yellow or
white. A little higher are flowers like the Campions or Silenea,
and the stocks (Matthiola), with more or less closed cups, whose
honey can only be reached by more specialized insects; and these
are oftener pink or reddish. More profoundly modified are those
irregular one-sided flowers, like the violets, peas, and orchids,
which have assumed special shapes to accommodate bees and
other specific honey-seekers; and these are often purple and not
unfrequently blue. Highly specialized in another way are the
flowers like harebells (Campanulacea), scabious (Dipsacea), and
heaths (Ericacee), whose petals have all coalesced into a tubular
corolla; and these might almost be said to be usually purple or
blue. And finally, highest of all are the flowers like labiates
(rosemary, Salvia, etc. ) and speedwells (Veronica), whose tubular
corolla has been turned to one side, thus combining the united
petals with the irregular shape; and these are almost invariably
purple or blue.
AMONG THE HEATHER
From "The Evolutionist at Large)
I
SUPPOSE even that apocryphal person, the general reader, would
be insulted at being told at this hour of the day that all
bright-colored flowers are fertilized by the visits of insects,
whose attentions they are specially designed to solicit. Every.
body has heard over and over again that roses, orchids, and
columbines have acquired their honey to allure the friendly bee,
their gaudy petals to advertise the honey, and their divers shapes
to insure the proper fertilization by the correct type of insect.
But everybody does not know how specifically certain blossoms
have laid themselves out for a particular species of fly, beetle,
or tiny moth.
Here on the higher downs, for instance, most flow-
ers are exceptionally large and brilliant; while all Alpine climb-
ers must have noticed that the most gorgeous masses of bloom
in Switzerland occur just below the snow-line. The reason is,
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their great rivals in honey-sucking, frequent only the lower mead.
ows and slopes, where flowers are many and small: they seldom
venture far from the hive or the nest among the high peaks and
chilly nooks where we find those great patches of blue gentian
or purple anemone, which hang like monstrous breadths of tapes-
try upon the mountain sides. This heather here, now fully open-
ing in the warmer sun of the southern counties— it is still but
in the bud among the Scotch hills, I doubt not — specially lays
itself out for the humble-bee, and its masses form almost his
highest pasture-grounds; but the butterflies - insect vagrants that
they are — have no fixed home, and they therefore stray far
above the level at which bee-blossoms altogether cease to grow.
Now, the butterfly differs greatly from the bee in his mode of
honey-hunting: he does not bustle about in a business-like man-
ner from one buttercup or dead-nettle to its nearest fellow; but
he flits joyously, like a sauntering straggler that he is, from a
great patch of color here to another great patch at a distance,
whose gleam happens to strike his roving eye by its size and
brilliancy. Hence, as that indefatigable observer, Dr. Hermann
Müller, has noticed, all Alpine or hill-top flowers have very large
and conspicuous blossoms, generally grouped together in big
clusters so as to catch a passing glance of the butterfly's eye.
As soon as the insect spies such a cluster, the color seems to act
as a stimulant to his broad wings, just as the candle-light does to
those of his cousin the moth. Off he sails at once, as if by auto-
matic action, towards the distant patch, and there both robs the
plant of its honey, and at the same time carries to it on his legs
and head fertilizing pollen from the last of its congeners which
he favored with a call. For of course both bees and butterflies
stick on the whole to a single species at a time; or else the
flowers would only get uselessly hybridized, instead of being
impregnated with pollen from other plants of their own kind.
For this purpose it is that most plants lay themselves out to
secure the attention of only two or three varieties among their
insect allies, while they make their nectaries either too deep or
too shallow for the convenience of all other kinds.
Insects, however, differ much from one another in their æs-
thetic tastes, and flowers are adapted accordingly to the varying
fancies of the different kinds. Here, for example, is a spray of
common white galium, which attracts and is fertilized by small
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not far off, I find a luxuriant mass of the yellow species, known
by the quaint name of lady's-bedstraw," a legacy from the old
legend which represents it as having formed Our Lady's bed in
the manger at Bethlehem. Now why has this kind of galium
yellow flowers, while its near kinsman yonder has them snowy
white ? The reason is that lady's-bedstraw is fertilized by small
beetles; and beetles are known to be one among the most color-
loving races of insects. You may often find one of their number,
the lovely bronze and golden-mailed rose-chafer, buried deeply in
the very centre of a red garden rose, and reeling about when
touched as if drunk with pollen and honey. Almost all the
flowers which beetles frequent are consequently brightly decked
in scarlet or yellow. On the other hand, the whole family of the
umbellates, those tall plants with level bunches of tiny blossoms,
like the fool's-parsley, have all but universally white petals; and
Müller, the most statistical of naturalists, took the trouble to
count the number of insects which paid them a visit. He found
that only fourteen per cent. were bees, while the remainder con-
sisted mainly of miscellaneous small flies and other arthropodous
riff-raff, whereas, in the brilliant class of composites, including
the asters, sunflowers, daisies, dandelions, and thistles, nearly sev-
enty-five per cent. of the visitors were steady, industrious bees.
Certain dingy blossoms which lay themselves out to attract wasps
are obviously adapted, as Müller quaintly remarks, “to a less æs-
thetically cultivated circle of visitors. ” But the most brilliant
among all insect-fertilized flowers are those which specially affect
the society of butterflies; and they are only surpassed in this
respect throughout all nature by the still larger and more mag-
nificent tropical species which owe their fertilization to humming-
birds and brush-tongued lories.
Is it not a curious, yet a comprehensible circumstance, that
the tastes which thus show themselves in the development, by
natural selection, of lovely flowers, should also show themselves
in the marked preference for beautiful mates? Poised on yonder
sprig of harebell stands a little purple-winged butterfly, one of
the most exquisite among our British kinds. That little butterfly
owes its own rich and delicately shaded tints to the long selective
action of a million generations among its ancestors. So we find
throughout that the most beautifully colored birds and insects are
always those which have had most to do with the production of
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are the most gorgeous among insects; the humming-birds and par-
rots are the most gorgeous among birds. Nay, more, exactly like
effects have been produced in two hemispheres on different tribes
by the same causes. The plain brown swifts of the North have
developed among tropical West Indian and South American
orchids the metallic gorgets and crimson crests of the humming-
bird; while a totally unlike group of Asiatic birds have developed
among the rich flora of India and the Malay Archipelago the
exactly similar plumage of the exquisite sun-birds. Just as bees
depend upon flowers, and flowers upon bees, so the color-sense of
animals has created the bright petals of blossoms; and the bright
petals have reacted upon the tastes of the animals themselves,
and through their tastes upon their own appearance.
THE HERON'S HAUNT
From Vignettes from Nature)
M
ost of the fields on the country-side are now laid up for
hay, or down in the tall haulming corn; and so I am
driven from my accustomed botanizing grounds on the
open, and compelled to take refuge in the wild bosky moor-
land back of Hole Common. Here, on the edge of the copse,
the river widens to a considerable pool, and coming upon it
softly through the wood from behind—the boggy, moss-covered
ground masking and muffling my foot-fall-I have surprised a
great, graceful ash-and-white heron, standing all unconscious on
the shallow bottom, in the very act of angling for minnows.
The heron is a somewhat rare bird among the more cultivated
parts of England; but just hereabouts we get a sight of one
not infrequently, for they still breed in a few tall ash-trees at
Chilcombe Park, where the lords of the manor in mediæval
times long preserved a regular heronry to provide sport for
their hawking. There is no English bird, not even the swan,
so perfectly and absolutely graceful as the heron. I am leaning
now breathless and noiseless against the gate, taking a good
look at him, as he stands half-knee deep on the oozy bottom,
with his long neck arched over the water, and his keen purple
eye fixed eagerly upon the fish below. Though I am still
twenty yards from where he poises lightly on his stilted legs, I
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his crest of waving black plumes, falling loosely backward over
the ash-gray neck, and even the bright red skin of his bare
legs just below the feathered thighs. I dare hardly move
to get a closer view of his beautiful plumage; and
still I will try. I push very quietly through the gate, but not
quite quietly enough for the heron. One moment he raises his
curved neck and poises his head a little on one side to listen
for the direction of the rustling; then he catches a glimpse of
me as I try to draw back silently behind a clump of flags and
nettles; and in a moment his long legs give him a good spring
from the bottom, his big wings spread with a sudden flap sky.
wards, and almost before I can note what is happening he is
off and away to leeward, making a bee-line for the high trees
that fringe the artificial water in Chilcombe Hollow.
All these wading birds - the herons, the cranes, the bitterns,
the snipes, and the plovers-are almost necessarily, by the very
nature of their typical conformation, beautiful and graceful in
form. Their tall, slender legs, which they require for wading,
their comparatively light and well-poised bodies, their long,
curved, quickly-darting necks and sharp beaks, which they need
in order to secure their rapid-swimming prey,- all these things
make the waders, almost in spite of themselves, handsome and
shapely birds. Their feet, it is true, are generally rather large
and sprawling, with long, wide-spread toes, so as to distribute
their weight on the snow-shoe principle, and prevent them from
sinking in the deep soft mud on which they tread; but then we
seldom see the feet, because the birds, when we catch a close
view of them at all, are almost always either on stilts in the
water, or flying with their legs tucked behind them, after their
pretty rudder-like fashion. I have often wondered whether it
is this general beauty of form in the waders which has turned
their æsthetic tastes, apparently, into such a sculpturesque line.
Certainly, it is very noteworthy that whenever among this
particular order of birds we get clear evidence of ornamental
devices, such as Mr. Darwin sets down to long-exerted selective
preferences in the choice of mates, the ornaments are almost
always those of form rather than those of color.
The waders, I sometimes fancy, only care for beauty of
shape, not for beauty of tint. As I stood looking at the heron
here just now, the same old idea seemed to force itself more
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curving tufted crest on the head, the pendent silvery gorget on
the neck, the long ornamental quills of the pinions - all look
exactly as if they were deliberately intended to emphasize and
heighten the natural gracefulness of the heron's form. May it
not be, I ask myself, that these birds, seeing one another's
statuesque shape from generation to generation, have that shape
hereditarily implanted upon the nervous system of the species,
in connection with all their ideas of mating and of love, just
as the human form is hereditarily associated with all our deep-
est emotions, so that Miranda falling in love at first sight with
Ferdinand is not a mere poetical fiction, but the true illustra-
tion of a psychological fact? And as on each of our minds and
brains the picture of the beautiful human figure is, as it were,
antecedently engraved, may not the ancestral type be similarly
engraved on the minds and brains of the wading birds ? If so,
would it not be natural to conclude that these birds, having thus
a very graceful form as their generic standard of taste, a grace-
ful form with little richness of coloring, would naturally choose
as the loveliest among their mates, not those which showed any
tendency to more bright-hued plumage (which indeed might be
fatal to their safety, by betraying them to their enemies, the fal-
cons and eagles), but those which most fully embodied and carried
furthest the ideal specific gracefulness of the wading type ? . . .
Forestine flower-feeders and fruit-eaters, especially in the
tropics, are almost always brightly colored. Their chromatic
taste seems to get quickened in their daily search for food
among the beautiful blossoms and brilliant fruits of southern
woodlands.
Thus the humming-birds, the sun-birds, and the
brush-tongued lories, three very dissimilar groups of birds as
far as descent is concerned, all alike feed upon the honey and
the insects which they extract from the large tubular bells of
tropical flowers; and all alike are noticeable for their intense
metallic lustre or pure tones of color. Again, the parrots, the
toucans, the birds of paradise, and many other of the more beau-
tiful exotic species, are fruit-eaters, and reflect their inherited
taste in their own gaudy plumage. But the waders have no such
special reasons for acquiring a love for bright hues. Hence
their æsthetic feeling seems rather to have taken a turn toward
the further development of their own graceful forms. Even the
plainest wading birds have a certain natural elegance of shape
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(1850-)
He literary work of James Lane Allen was begun with maturer
powers and wider culture than most writers exhibit in their
first publications. His mastery of English was acquired with
difficulty, and his knowledge of Latin he obtained through years of
instruction as well as of study. The wholesome open-air atmosphere
which pervades his stories, their pastoral character and love of nat-
ure, come from the tastes bequeathed to him by three generations of
paternal ancestors, easy-going gentlemen farmers of the blue-grass
region of Kentucky. On a farm near Lexington, in this beautiful
country of stately homes, fine herds, and great flocks, the author was
born, and there he spent his childhood and youth.
About 1885 he came to New York to devote himself to literature;
for though he had contributed poems, essays, and criticisms to lead-
ing periodicals, his first important work was a series of articles
descriptive of the Blue-Grass Region,” published in Harper's Maga-
zine. The field was new, the work was fresh, and the author's ability
was at once recognized. Inevitably he chose Kentucky for the scene
of his stories, knowing and loving, as he did, her characteristics and
her history. While preparing his articles on 'The Blue-Grass Region,'
he had studied the Trappist Monastery and the Convent of Loretto,
as well as the records of the Catholic Church in Kentucky; and his
first stories, “The White Cowl' and 'Sister Dolorosa,' which appeared
in the Century Magazine, were the first fruits of this labor. A con-
troversy arose as to the fairness of these portraitures; but however
opinions may differ as to his characterization, there can be no ques-
tion of the truthfulness of the exposition of the mediæval spirit of
those retreats.
This tendency to use a historic background marks most of Mr.
Allen's stories. In "The Choir Invisible, a tale of the last century,
pioneer Kentucky once more exists. The old clergyman of Flute
and Violin lived and died in Lexington, and had been long for-
gotten when his story "touched the vanishing halo of a hard and
saintly life. ” The old negro preacher, with texts embroidered on his
coat-tails, was another figure of reality, unnoticed until he became
one of the 'Two Gentlemen of Kentucky. ' In Lexington lived and
died «King Solomon,” who had almost faded from memory when
his historian found the record of the poor vagabond's heroism during
the plague, and made it memorable in a story that touches the heart
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second part, is full of history and of historic personages. (Summer
in Arcady: A Tale of Nature,' the latest of Mr. Allen's stories, is no
less based on local history and no less full of local color than his
other tales, notwithstanding its general unlikeness.
This book sounds a deeper note than the earlier tales, although
the truth which Mr. Allen sees is not mere fidelity to local types, but
the essential truth of human nature. His realism has always a poetic
aspect. Quiet, reserved, out of the common, his books deal with
moods rather than with actions; their problems are spiritual rather
than physical; their thought tends toward the higher and more diffi-
cult way of life.
A COURTSHIP
From (Summer in Arcady)
TH
He sunlight grew pale the following morning; a shadow crept
rapidly over the blue; bolts darted about the skies like
maddened redbirds; the thunder, ploughing its way down
the dome as along zigzag cracks in the stony street, filled the
caverns of the horizon with reverberations that shook the earth;
and the rain was whirled across the landscape in long, white,
wavering sheets. Then all day quiet and silence throughout
Nature except for the drops, tapping high and low the twinkling
leaves; except for the new melody of woodland and meadow
brooks, late silvery and with a voice only for their pebbles and
moss and mint, but now yellow and brawling and leaping back
into the grassy channels that were their old-time beds; except
for the indoor music of dripping eaves and rushing gutters and
overflowing rain-barrels. And when at last in the gold of the
cool west the sun broke from the edge of the gray, over what a
green, soaked, fragrant world he reared the arch of Nature's
peace!
Not a little blade of corn in the fields but holds in an eme-
rald vase its treasures of white gems. The hemp-stalks bend so
low under the weight of their plumes, that were a vesper spar-
row to alight on one for his evening hymn, it would go with
him to the ground. The leaning barley and rye and wheat flash
in the last rays their jeweled beards. Under the old apple-
trees, golden-brown mushrooms are already pushing upward
through the leaf-loam, rank with many an autumn's dropping.
About the yards the peonies fall with faces earthward. In
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and flesh of pinky whiteness, are hunting with nervous nostrils
for the lush purslain. The fowls are driving their bills up and
down their wet breasts. And the farmers who have been shell-
ing corn for the mill come out of their barns, with their coats
over their shoulders, on the way to supper, look about for the
plough-horses, and glance at the western sky, from which the
last drops are falling.
But soon only a more passionate heat shoots from the sun
into the planet. The plumes of the hemp are so dry again, that
by the pollen shaken from their tops you can trace the young
rabbits making their way out to the dusty paths. The shadows
of white clouds sail over purple stretches of blue-grass, hiding
the sun from the steady eye of the turkey, whose brood is
spread out before her like a fan on the earth. At early. morn-
ing the neighing of the stallions is heard around the horizon; at
noon the bull makes the deep, hot pastures echo with his majes-
tic summons; out in the blazing meadows the butterflies strike
the afternoon air with more impatient wings; under the moon
all night the play of ducks and drakes goes on along the mar-
gins of the ponds. Young people are running away and marry-
ing; middle-aged farmers surprise their wives by looking in on
them at their butter-making in the sweet dairies; and Nature
is lashing everything - grass, fruit, insects, cattle, human creat-
ures — more fiercely onward to the fulfillment of her ends. She
is the great heartless haymaker, wasting not a ray of sunshine
on a clod, but caring naught for the light that beats upon a
throne, and holding man and woman, with their longing for im-
mortality, and their capacities for joy and pain, as of no more
account than a couple of fertilizing nasturtiums.
The storm kept Daphne at home. On the next day the earth
was yellow with sunlight, but there were puddles along the path,
and a branch rushing swollen across the green valley in the
fields. On the third, her mother took the children to town to be
fitted with hats and shoes, and Daphne also, to be freshened up
with various moderate adornments, in view of a protracted meet-
ing soon to begin. On the fourth, some ladies dropped in to
spend the day, bearing in mind the episode at the dinner, and
having grown curious to watch events accordingly. On the fifth,
her father carried out the idea of cutting down some cedar-trees
in the front yard for fence posts; and whenever he was working
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ways. On the sixth, he rode away with two hands and an empty
wagon-bed for some work on the farm; her mother drove off to
another dinner - dinners never cease in Kentucky, and the wife
of an elder is not free to decline invitations; and at last she was
left alone in the front porch, her face turned with burning eager-
ness toward the fields. In a little while she had slipped away.
All these days Hilary had been eager to see her.
He was
carrying a good many girls in his mind that summer; none in
his heart; but his plans concerning these latter were for the time
forgotten. He hung about that part of his farm from which he
could have descried her in the distance. Each forenoon and
afternoon, at the usual hour of her going to her uncle's, he rode
over and watched for her. Other people passed to and fro, -
children and servants, but not Daphne; and repeated disappoint-
ments fanned his desire to see her.
When she came into sight at last, he was soon walking beside
her, leading his horse by the reins.
“I have been waiting to see you, Daphne,” he said, with a
smile, but general air of seriousness. “I have been waiting a
long time for a chance to talk to you. ”
"And I have wanted to see you,” said Daphne, her face
”
turned away and her voice hardly to be heard. “I have been
waiting for a chance to talk to you. "
The change in her was so great, so unexpected, it contained
an appeal to him so touching, that he glanced quickly at her.
Then he stopped short and looked searchingly around the
meadow.
The thorn-tree is often the only one that can survive on these
pasture lands. Its spikes, even when it is no higher than the
grass, keep off the mouths of grazing stock. As it grows higher,
birds see it standing solitary in the distance and fly to it, as a
resting-place in passing. Some autumn day a seed of the wild
grape is thus dropped near its root; and in time the thorn-tree
and the grape-vine come to thrive together.
As Hilary now looked for some shade to which they could
retreat from the blinding, burning sunlight, he saw one of these
standing off at a distance of a few hundred yards. He slipped
the bridle-reins through the head-stall, and giving his mare
soft slap on the shoulder, turned her loose to graze.
“Come over here and sit down out of the sun,” he said, start-
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Daphne followed in his wake, through the deep grass.
When they reached the tree, they sat down under the rayless
boughs. Some sheep lying there ran round to the other side and
stood watching them, with a frightened look in their clear, peace-
ful eyes.
«What's the matter ? ” he said, fanning his face, and tugging
with his forefinger to loosen his shirt collar from his moist neck.
He had the manner of a powerful comrade who means to succor
a weaker one.
Nothing,” said Daphne, like a true woman.
“Yes, but there is,” he insisted. "I got you into trouble. I
didn't think of that when I asked you to dance. ”
“You had nothing to do with it,” retorted Daphne, with a flash.
«I danced for spite. ”
He threw back his head with a peal of laughter. All at once
this was broken off. He sat up, with his eyes fixed on the lower
edge of the meadow.
«Here comes your father,” he said gravely.
Daphne turned. Her father was riding slowly through the
A wagon-bed loaded with rails crept slowly after him.
In an instant the things that had cost her so much toil and
so many tears to arrange, - her explanations, her justifications,
and her parting, -all the reserve and the coldness that she had
laid up in her heart, as one fills high a little ice-house with fear
of far-off summer heat, —all were quite gone, melted away.
And everything that he had planned to tell her was forgotten
also at the sight of that stern figure on horseback bearing un-
consciously down upon them.
"If I had only kept my mouth shut about his old fences,”
he said to himself. “Confound my bull! ” and he looked anx-
iously at Daphne, who sat with her eyes riveted on her father.
The next moment she had turned, and they were laughing in
each other's faces.
“What shall I do? ” she cried, leaning over and burying her
face in her hands, and lifting it again, scarlet with excitement.
« Don't do anything," he said calmly.
“But Hilary, if he sees us, we are lost. ”
“If he sees us, we are found. ”
« But he mustn't see me here! ” she cried, with something
like real terror. “I believe I'll lie down in the grass. Maybe
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"My friends all sit up in the grass,” said Hilary.
But Daphne had already hidden.
Many a time, when a little girl, she had amused herself by
screaming like a hawk at the young guineas, and seeing them
cuddle invisible under small tufts and weeds. Out in the stable
lot, where the grass was grazed so close that the geese could
barely nip it, she would sometimes get one of the negro men
to scare the little pigs, for the delight of seeing them squat as
though hidden, when they were no more hidden than if they
had spread themselves out upon so many dinner dishes. All of
us reveal traces of this primitive instinct upon occasion. Daphne
was doing her best to hide now.
When Hilary realized it he moved in front of her, screening
her as well as possible.
(Hadn't you better lie down, too ? ” she asked.
«No,” he replied quickly.
“But if he sees you, he might take a notion to ride over this
way! ”
« Then he'll have to ride. "
"But, Hilary, suppose he were to find me lying down here
behind you, hiding ? ”
«Then he'll have to find you. "
“You get me into trouble, and then you won't help me out! »
exclaimed Daphne with considerable heat.
“It might not make matters any better for me to hide,” he
answered quietly. “But if he comes over here and tries to get
us into trouble, I'll see then what I can do. ”
Daphne lay silent for a moment, thinking. Then she nestled
more closely down, and said with gay, unconscious archness:
" “I'm not hiding because I'm afraid of him. I'm doing it just
because I want to. ”
She did not know that the fresh happiness flushing her at
that moment came from the fact of having Hilary between her-
self and her father as a protector; that she was drinking in the
delight a woman feels in getting playfully behind the man she
loves in the face of danger: but her action bound her to him
and brought her more under his influence.
His words showed that he also felt his position, the position
of the male who stalks forth from the herd and stands the silent
challenger. He was young, and vain of his manhood in the
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shoulder for the world to knock off; and he placed himself
before Daphne with the understanding that if they were discov-
ered, there would be trouble. Her father was a violent man,
and the circumstances were not such that any Kentucky father
would overlook them. But with his inward seriousness, his face
wore its usual look of reckless unconcern.
Is he coming this way? ” asked Daphne, after an interval of
impatient waiting.
“Straight ahead. Are you hid ? »
"I can't see whether I'm hid or not. Where is he now ? »
Right on us. ”
« Does he see you ? ”
« Yes. ”
“Do you think he sees me ? »
“I'm sure of it. ”
«Then I might as well get up,” said Daphne, with the cour-
age of despair, and up she got. Her father was riding along
the path in front of them, but not looking. She was down
again like a partridge.
«How could you fool me, Hilary ? Suppose he had been
looking! ”
“I wonder what he thinks I'm doing, sitting over here in the
grass like a stump,” said Hilary. If he takes me for one, he
must think I've got an awful lot of roots. ”
« Tell me when it's time to get up. ”
«I will. "
He turned softly toward her. She was lying on her side, with
her burning cheek in one hand. The other hand rested high on
the curve of her hip. Her braids had fallen forward, and lay in
a heavy loop about her lovely shoulders. Her eyes were closed,
her scarlet lips parted in a smile. The edges of her snow-white
petticoats showed beneath her blue dress, and beyond these one
of her feet and ankles. Nothing more fragrant with innocence
ever lay on the grass.
"Is it time to get up now ? ”
«Not yet,” and he sat bending over her.
Now ? »
“Not yet,” he repeated more softly.
“Now, then ? ”
“Not for a long time. ”
His voice thrilled her, and she glanced up at him. His laugh-
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hair. She sat up and looked toward the wagon crawling away in
the distance; her father was no longer in sight.
One of the ewes, dissatisfied with a back view, stamped her
forefoot impatiently, and ran round in front, and out into the
sun. Her lambs followed, and the three, ranging themselves
abreast, stared at Daphne, with a look of helpless inquiry.
« Sh-pp-pp!