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As if on wings the day careered,
JOHAN LUDVIG RUNEBERG
newly;
une forth to fight,
e fall of night.
uly!
day long the hard hot strife was raging,
ue stood, half-desolate and aging;
w steps there sat a silent girl, and mused
ne troop come slowly by, in weary line confused.
aed like one who sought a friend,- she scanned each man's
face nearly;
high burned the color in her cheek, too high for sunset merely;
She sat so quiet, looked so warm, so flushed with secret heat,
It seemed she listened as she gazed, and felt her own heart beat.


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rt the book appeared!
the day careered,
HAN LUDVIG RUNEBERG
Her on,
aglow:
book was done,
know,
whole;
aw the troop march by, and darkness round them steal-
g.
› every man, her anxious eye appealing
g in a shy distress a question without speech,
sigh itself, too anguished to beseech.
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d all gone
re failed
past, and not a word was spoken,
at last, and all her strength was
her hand her weary forehead fell,
e by one as from a burning well.
hope may break just where the gloom
ice: a needless tear thou weepest;
for, whose face thou couldst not
nd still he lives for thee.
shield himself from danger;
ve them like a stranger;
--but weep not, rave not
'fe and us. "
awful dreams awaken,—
ul in her had shaken:
place where late had raged the fight,
ued and vanished out of sight.
other hour; the night had closed around her;
clouds were silver-white, but darkness hung below
chem.
gers long: O daughter, come; thy toil is all in vain :
norrow, ere the dawn is red, thy bridegroom's here again! »
The daughter came; with silent steps she came to meet her mother:
The pallid eyelids strained no more with tears she fain would
smother;
But colder than the wind at night the hand that mother pressed,
And whiter than a winter cloud the maiden's cheek and breast.
"Make me a grave, O mother dear: my days on earth are over!
The only man that fled to-day-that coward - was my lover:
He thought of me and of himself, the battle-field he scanned,
And then betrayed his brothers' hope and shamed his father's land.


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And half the night away had fled,
Before rose from him to part.
The threshold reached, he made a stand,
And pressed with joy my willing hand.
Since then, no better joy he had,
Than when he saw me by his side;
Together mourned we or were glad,
Together smoked as friends long tried.
He was in years, I in life's spring;
A student I, he more than king!
The tales which now I tell in song,
Through many a long and silent night,
Fell from the old man's faltering tongue
Beside the peat-fire's feeble light.
They speak what all may understand:
Receive them, thou dear native land.
Howitt's Translation.
THE VILLAGE GIRL
From Fänrik Ståls Sägner >
TH
HE sun went down and evening came, the quiet summer even;
A mass of glowing purple lay between the farms and heaven;
A weary troop of men went by, their day's hard labor done,-
Tired and contented, towards their home they wended one by one.
Their work was done, their harvest reaped, a goodly harvest truly!
A well-appointed band of foes all slain or captured newly;
At dawn against this armèd band they had gone forth to fight,
And all had closed in victory before the fall of night.
Close by the field where all day long the hard hot strife was raging,
A cottage by the wayside stood, half-desolate and aging;
And on its worn low steps there sat a silent girl, and mused
And watched the troop come slowly by, in weary line confused.
She looked like one who sought a friend,—she scanned each man's
face nearly;
High burned the color in her cheek, too high for sunset merely;
She sat so quiet, looked so warm, so flushed with secret heat,
It seemed she listened as she gazed, and felt her own heart beat.


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But as she saw the troop march by, and darkness round them steal-
ing,
To every file, to every man, her anxious eye appealing
Seemed muttering in a shy distress a question without speech,
More silent than a sigh itself, too anguished to beseech.
But when the men had all gone past, and not a word was spoken,
The poor girl's courage failed at last, and all her strength was
broken.
She wept not loud, but on her hand her weary forehead fell,
And large tears followed one by one as from a burning well.
"Why dost thou weep? For hope may break just where the gloom.
is deepest!
O daughter, hear thy mother's voice: a needless tear thou weepest;
He whom thy eyes were seeking for, whose face thou couldst not
see,
He is not dead: he thought of love, and still he lives for thee.
"He thought of love: I counseled him to shield himself from danger;
I taught him how to slip the fight, and leave them like a stranger;
By force they made him march with them,- but weep not, rave not
thus:
I know he will not choose to die from happy life and us. "
Shivering the maiden rose like one whom awful dreams awaken,—
As if some grim foreboding all her soul in her had shaken:
She lingered not; she sought the place where late had raged the fight,
And stole away and swiftly fled and vanished out of sight.
An hour went by, another hour; the night had closed around her;
The moon-shot clouds were silver-white, but darkness hung below
them.
"She lingers long: O daughter, come; thy toil is all in vain:
To-morrow, ere the dawn is red, thy bridegroom's here again! "
The daughter came; with silent steps she came to meet her mother:
The pallid eyelids strained no more with tears she fain would
smother;
But colder than the wind at night the hand that mother pressed,
And whiter than a winter cloud the maiden's cheek and breast.
"Make me a grave, O mother dear: my days on earth are over!
The only man that fled to-day-that coward—was my lover:
He thought of me and of himself, the battle-field he scanned,
And then betrayed his brothers' hope and shamed his father's land.


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"When past our door the troop marched by, and I their ranks had
numbered,
I wept to think that like a man among the dead he slumbered;
I sorrowed, but my grief was mild-it had no bitter weight—
I would have lived a thousand years to mourn his noble fate.
"O mother, I have looked for him where'er the dead are lying,
But none of all the stricken bears his features, calm in dying.
Now will I live no more on earth in shame to sit and sigh;
He lies not there among the dead, and therefore I will die. "
Translation of Edmund W. Gosse.
THE OLD MAN'S RETURN
LIK
IKE birds of passage, after winter's days returning
To lake-land home and rest,
I come now unto thee, my foster-valley, yearning
For long-lost childhood's rest.
Full many a sea since then from thy dear strands has torn me,
And many a chilly year;
Full many a joy since then those far-off lands have borne me,
And many a bitter tear.
Here am I back once more. - Great heaven! there stands the
dwelling
Which erst my cradle bore,
The selfsame sound, bay, grove, and hilly range upswelling:
My world in days of yore.
All as before.
Trees in the selfsame verdant dresses
With the same crowns are crowned;
The tracts of heaven, and all the woodland's far recesses
With well-known songs resound.
There with the crowd of flower-nymphs still the wave is playing,
As erst so light and sweet;
And from dim wooded aits I hear the echoes straying
Glad youthful tones repeat.
All as before. But my own self no more remaineth,
Glad valley! as of old;
My passion quenched long since, no flame my cheek retaineth,
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I know not how to prize the charms that thou possessest,
Thy lavish gifts of yore;
What thou through whispering brooks or through thy flowers
expressest,
I understand no more.
Dead is mine ear to harp-strings which thy gods are ringing
From out thy streamlet clear;
No more the elfin hosts, all frolicsome and singing,
Upon the meads appear.
I went so rich, so rich from thee, my cottage lowly,
So full of hopes untold;
And with me feelings, nourished in thy shadows holy,
That promised days of gold.
The memory of thy wondrous springtimes went beside me,
And of thy peaceful ways,
And thy good spirits, borne within me, seemed to guide me,
E'en from my earliest days.
And what have I brought back from yon world wide and dreary?
A snow-incumbered head,
A heart with sorrow sickened and with falsehood weary,
And longing to be dead.
I crave no more of all that once was in my keeping,
Dear mother! but one thing:
Grant me a grave, where still thy fountain fair is weeping,
And where thy poplars spring!
So shall I dream on, mother! to thy calm breast owing
A faithful shelter then,
And live in every floweret, from mine ashes growing,
A guiltless life again.
Translation of Palmer and Magnusson.
THE SWAN
F
ROM cloud with purple-sprinkled rim,
A swan, in calm delight,
Sank down upon the river's brim,
And sang in June, one night.
Of Northlands' beauty was his song,
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JOHAN LUDVIG RUNEBERG
How day forgets, the whole night long,
To go to rest out there;
How shadows there, both rich and deep,
'Neath birch and alder fall;
How gold-beams o'er each inlet sweep,
How cool the billows all;
How fair it is, how passing fair,
To own there one true friend!
How faithfulness is home-bred there,
And thither longs to wend!
When thus from wave to wave his note,
His simple praise-song rang,
Swift fawned he on his fond mate's throat,
And thus, methought, he sang:-
What more? though of thy life's short dream
No tales the ages bring,
Yet hast thou loved on Northlands' stream,
And sung songs there in spring!
Translation of Palmer and Magnusson.
THE WORK-GIRL
Ο"
H, IF with church bells ringing clear,
I did but stand in feast-day gear,
And saw the night and darkness fly,
And Sunday's lovely dawn draw nigh!
For then my weekly toil were past;
To matins I might go at last,
And meet him by the church-yard, too,
Who missed his friend the whole week through.
There long beforehand does he bide
Alone upon the church bank's side,
And scans across the marshes long
The sledges' and the people's throng.
And she for whom he looks am I;
The crowds increase, the troop draws nigh,
When 'midst them I am seen to stand,
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Now, merry cricket, sing thy lay
Until the wick is burnt away,
And I may to my bed repair
And dream about my sweetheart there.
I sit and spin, but cannot get
Half through the skein of wool as yet;
When I shall spin it out, God knows,
Or when the tardy eve will close!
Translation of Palmer and Magnusson.
MY LIFE
TRUGGLING o'er an open grave,
S Sailing o'er an angry wave,
Toiling on with aimless aim,
Oh, my life, I name thy name!
Longing fills the sailor's soul,
Seas before his eyesight roll,-
"Lo, behind yon purple haze
Higher sights shall meet my gaze.
"I shall near a better strand,
Light and freedom's happy land. ”.
Swelled the sail, expectance laughed,
Towards the boundless sped the craft.
Struggling o'er an open grave,
Sailing o'er an angry wave,
Toiling on with aimless aim,—
O my life, I name thy name!
Ah, the haven calm and clear,
Peace of heart in bygone year,
Hope's gold coast, ah! hidden spot,
Never reached, and ne'er forgot!
Billows check the sailor's course,
Overhead the tempest hoarse:
Still is yonder purple haze
Far as ever from his gaze!
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IDYLL
H
OME the maid came from her lover's meeting,
Came with reddened hands. The mother questioned,
"Wherewith have thy hands got reddened, Maiden? »
Said the maiden, "I have plucked some roses,
And upon the thorns my hands have wounded. "
She again came from her lover's meeting,
Came with crimson lips. The mother questioned.
"Wherewith have thy lips got crimson, Maiden ? »
Said the maiden, “I have eaten strawberries,
And my lips I with their juice have painted. "
She again came from her lover's meeting,
Came with pallid cheeks. The mother questioned,
"Wherewith are thy cheeks so pallid, Maiden ? »
Said the maiden, “Make a grave, O mother!
Hide me there, and place a cross thereover,
And cut on the cross what now I tell thee:-
-
"Once she came home, and her hands were reddened,
For betwixt her lover's hands they reddened.
Once she came home, and her lips were crimson,
'Neath her lover's lips they had grown crimson.
Last she came home, and her cheeks were pallid,
For they blanched beneath her lover's treason. "
Translation of Palmer and Magnusson.
COUNSELS
C
OUNSELS three the mother gave her daughter:
Not to sigh, and not be discontented,
And to kiss no young man whatsoever.
Mother, if thy daughter trespass never,
Trespass never 'gainst your last-named counsel,
She will trespass 'gainst the first two, surely.
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JOHN RUSKIN
(1819-)
BY JOHN C. VAN DYKE
T IS not given every man to date an epoch from himself, to'
turn aside old conceptions, and to swing the whole current
of thought into a new channel. The epoch-making men are
few in any century; they themselves seldom realize the value of the
work they are doing, and the public recognizes it perhaps last of all.
Each one of them, as he appears, undergoes the usual misunderstand-
ing at the hands of both friends and foes. There are assertions and
denials, attacks and defenses, adulation and abuse; until at last it has
passed into a proverb that a man cannot be summed up justly by
contemporary thought. Perhaps no one in the nineteenth century has
suffered so much from misunderstanding and indiscriminate criticism
as John Ruskin. His work is done, though he himself is living out a
quiet old age at Brantwood; but the value of that work and the place
of the worker are far from being accurately estimated. The world
persists in considering him only as an art critic; while he himself
thought his best endeavor to have been in the field of political econ-
omy. It is not impossible that both of these conclusions are wide of
the mark. One may venture to think that his greatest service to
mankind has been his revelation of the beauties of nature; and that
his enduring fame will rest upon no theories of art or of human
well-being, but upon his masterful handling of the English language.
Whatever feature of his activity may be thought the best, it cannot
be denied that he has been a powerful force in many departments:
a prophet with a denunciatory and enunciatory creed, a leader who
has counted his followers by the thousands, a writer who has left
a deeper stamp upon the language than almost any Englishman of
this century.
Mr. Ruskin's parentage, early training, and education are recorded
in 'Præterita' (1885-9),- his fascinating but incomplete autobiogra-
phy. In his childhood his Scotch mother made him read the Bible
again and again; and to this he thinks was due his habit of taking
pains, and his literary taste. Peace, obedience, and faith, with fixed
attention in both mind and eye, were the virtues inculcated by his
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nothing to love, nothing to endure of either pain, patience, or misery,
nothing taught him in a social way, no independence of action, and
no responsibility. At fourteen Mr. Telford, one of his father's part-
ners in the wine trade, gave him a copy of Rogers's 'Italy' with
Turner's illustrations; and his parents forever after held Mr. Telford
personally responsible for the art tastes of the son. They had pre-
destined him to the Church. "He might have been a bishop," was
the elder Ruskin's sigh.
His study of art practically began with an admiration for Turner.
He knew a great deal about nature, and had met his great passion,
the Alps, before he was twenty; and he had also studied drawing
under Runciman, Copley Fielding, and Harding. His earliest writings
were poetical; and as an Oxford student he wrote the pretty story,
'The King of the Golden River' (1841), besides making some contri-
butions to magazine literature: but his first important effort was when
as the Oxford graduate he put forth the first volume of 'Modern
Painters (1843). Ostensibly this was an inquiry into the object and
means of landscape painting, the spirit which should govern its pro-
duction, the appearances of nature, the discussion of what is true in
art as revealed by nature; but in reality it was a defense of Turner
at the expense of almost every other landscape painter, ancient or
modern. It came at a time when people knew very little about art,
and thought it a mystery understood only by the priests of the craft;
but Mr. Ruskin burst the door wide open, and talked about the con-
tents of the high altar in a language that any one could understand.
It was an energetic and eloquent statement of what he believed to
be truth. From his studies of nature he came to think that truth was
the one and only desideratum in art; and the whole argument and
illustration of 'Modern Painters' is hinged upon nature-truth and its
appearance in the works of Turner. It was nearly twenty years
before the five volumes of the work were completed, and during that
time Mr. Ruskin's views had broadened and changed, so that there is
something of contradiction in the volumes; but it to-day stands as his
most forceful work. Philosophical it is not, because lacking in sys-
tem; scientific it is not, because lacking in fundamental principles.
The logic of it is often weak, the positiveness of statement often
annoying, the digressions and side issues often wearisome; yet with
all this it contains some of his keenest observations on nature, his
most suggestive conceits, and his most brilliant prose passages. It
made something of a sensation, and Mr. Ruskin came into prominence
at once.
While 'Modern Painters' was being written, he made frequent
journeys to Switzerland to study the Alps, and to Italy to study the
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art.
of modernity, he soon became an admirer of Gothic and Renaissance
Turner and Fra Angelico were almost antithetical. He tried to
reconcile them on the principle of their truthfulness; but one had put
forth an individual truth, the other a symbolic truth, and Mr. Ruskin
never brought them together without the appearance of incongruity.
The more he studied Italian painting, the more he became impreg-
nated with the moral and the religious in art. In a letter he puts it
down that what is wanted in English art is a "total change of char-
acter. It is Giotto and Ghirlandajo and Angelico that you want and
must want until this disgusting nineteenth century has—I can't say
breathed, but steamed, its last. " The moral element and the sincerity
of fifteenth-century work quite captivated him, and he began to fail
in sympathy for modern products. He started the hopeless task of
turning the art world backward, and reviving the truth and faith of
the early Italians. But the world never turns backward successfully.
Italian art was good art because it did not turn backward; because it
revealed its own time and people, and was imbued with the spirit of
its age.
That spirit died with the Renaissance. The nineteenth cen-
tury could not revive it. It had a spirit of its own which it revealed,
and which Mr. Ruskin opposed all his life. It was not moral enough
or reverent enough or true enough; in short, it was not like the old,
and therefore it was wrong.
About 1850 the Pre-Raphaelites began to attract attention. They
were not followers of Mr. Ruskin, though they were a part of the
new movement which he more than any other man had started.
His advice to go to nature-selecting nothing, rejecting nothing,
scorning nothing-had been accepted by many landscapists, and it
undoubtedly somewhat affected the Pre-Raphaelites. He defended
their work against popular ridicule in his spirited 'Pre-Raphaelitism'
(1851); and tried to show that they and Turner were on the same
naturalistic basis, and that his old ideas of nature and his new ideas
of Italian art were not contradictory. In principle he seemed to have
eliminated the personal equation (the dominant factor in nineteenth-
century art); and what really attracted him in Pre-Raphaelitism was
the combination of literal detail with the imitated sincerity of the
early Italians. The Pre-Raphaelites as a body soon drifted apart;
and Mr. Ruskin's teaching, as regards their work, was condemned as
impractical and impossible. It did not reckon with the nineteenth-
century spirit.
Painting alone was not sufficient to occupy so active and many-
sided an intellect; and Mr. Ruskin's first twenty years of authorship
produced many books on many subjects. He wrote on the Alps,
published his 'Poems (1850), reviewed books, issued 'Notes on the
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church unity in England, and wrote his 'Seven Lamps of Archi-
tecture' (1849) and his 'Stones of Venice' (1850-53). The last-named
work is not a manual of history or a traveler's guide; but the expres-
sion of Mr. Ruskin's ideas of life, society, and nationality as shown
in architecture. The ideas are somewhat smothered by beautiful
language, and many side issues in parenthesis; but they are at least
original, and the result of his own observations. He spent much
time and labor in Venice taking measurements and trying to recon-
cile conflicting styles on a single basis; but the task was too colossal.
Venetian architecture is a medley of all styles. Mr. Ruskin did what
he could, and the 'Stones of Venice' was the result. It excited
opposition and was sharply attacked. He had been too erratic, too
rhetorical, too violently independent of architectural laws; but at
least he had explained Gothic architecture in a new way, and made
an impression on the lay mind. Other works on art came out one
by one: the Elements of Drawing' (1857), the 'Political Economy of
Art' (1857), the 'Elements of Perspective' (1859), and yearly 'Notes
n the Royal Academy'; but Mr. Ruskin's art teaching was practi-
cally summed up in 'Modern Painters,' the 'Seven Lamps,' and the
'Stones of Venice. ' His other art writings have been desultory,
scattered, lacking in plan and unity. At forty years of age his career
as an art critic closed, though he never ceased to write about art
until he ceased writing altogether; but after 1860 he became inter-
ested in the human problem, and his mind turned to political economy.
As an art critic Mr. Ruskin has never been unreservedly accepted.
He felt aggrieved that his readers cared more for the "pretty pass-
ages" in the second volume of 'Modern Painters' than for the ideas;
but his readers were more than half right. Criticism calls for more
of the calm philosophical spirit than Mr. Ruskin ever possessed. All
his life he has been not so much a judge as a partisan advocate, an
enthusiast, a man praising indiscriminately where he admired, and
condemning indiscriminately where he lacked sympathy. His passion
of praise, his vehemence of attack, his brilliancy of style, have at-
tracted and still attract attention; but the feeling that they are too
brilliant to be true underlies all. Nevertheless, the multiplicity and
clearness of his ideas are astonishing, and their stimulating power
incalculable. To-day one may disagree with him at every page and
yet be the gainer by the opposition excited. No writer of our times
has been quite so helpful by suggestion. Moreover, many of his ideas
are true and sound. It is only his art teaching as a whole to which
objection may be taken. This is thought to be too erratic, too
inconsiderate of existing conditions,-in other words, too impractical.
The services which Mr. Ruskin has rendered humanity as an
art writer should not, however, be overlooked. First, he brought art
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positively and permanently before the public, explained it to the
average intelligence, and created a universal interest in it by sub-
jecting it to inquiry. Secondly, he elevated the rank and relative
importance of the artist, and showed that he was a most useful factor
in civilization. Many of the artists who are to-day sneering at Mr.
Ruskin for some hasty opinion uttered in anger, appreciate but poorly
what a great preacher and priest for the craft he has been, and what
importance his winged words have given to art in this nineteenth
century. Thirdly, though he did not make Turner, yet he made the
public look at him; and though he did not discover Italian art, he
turned people's eyes toward it. Before Mr. Ruskin's utterances, Giotto
and Botticelli and Carpaccio and Tintoretto were practically unknown
and unseen. Mr. Ruskin was the pioneer of Renaissance art study;
and though modern critics may have much amusement over his
occasional false attribution of a picture, they should not forget that
when Mr. Ruskin went to Italy in the 1840's there was no established
body of Italian art criticism to lean upon. He stood quite alone;
and the wonder is not that he made so many mistakes, but that he
made so few. Generally speaking, his estimate of Italian art was just
enough, and his appreciations of certain men well founded.
But Mr. Ruskin's greatest discovery has been picturesque nature;
and for that, humanity is more indebted to him than for anything
else. Wordsworth, Scott, and Byron had dabbled in nature beauty
in a romantic associative way; but Ruskin, following them and in a
measure their pupil, began its elaborate study. To enforce his argu-
ment for truth in art, he drew for illustration truth in nature. With
rare knowledge, keenness of observation, and facility in description, he
displayed the wonder-world of clouds, skies, mountains, trees, grasses,
waters, holding them up in all their colors, lights, shadows, and atmo-
spheric settings. In youth his predilection for mountain forms, rock.
structure, crystals, and scientific facts was well marked; and in his
art writings his sympathy is always with the landscape at the ex-
pense of the figure composition. Indeed, it was to prove Turner true
to nature that he first began writing upon art; and his most profound
studies have been in the field of natural phenomena. Well trained
and specially equipped for this field, he pointed out the beauties of
nature in the infinitely little and the infinitely great with such mas-
terful insight and skill that people followed him willy-nilly. Almost
instantly he created a nature cult-a worship of beauty in things
inanimate. People's eyes were opened to the glories of the world
about them. They have not been closed since; and the study of
nature is with succeeding generations a growing passion and an un-
wearying source of pleasurable good. Mr. Ruskin is to be thanked
for it. This great service alone should more than counterbalance in
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popular judgment any artistic or political vagaries into which he may
have fallen.
About 1860, as already noted, his art and nature studies were
pushed aside by what he thought more urgent matter. His moral
sense and intense humanity went out to the workingmen of England,
and he courageously devoted the rest of his life to an attempt to
better their condition. This was the natural leaning of his mind. He
was always an intensely sensitive and sympathetic man, with moral
ideas of truth, justice, and righteousness opposed to the ideas of his
times. He should have been a bishop, as his parents desired, or a
preacher at least; for he had the Savonarola equipment. Denun-
ciation and invective were his most powerful weapons; and lacking a
pulpit, he now sent forth letters against the prevailing social system,
written as eloquently as though he were describing sunsets and Al-
pine peaks. His 'Unto this Last' (1860), "the truest, rightest-worded,
and most serviceable things I have ever written," was followed by
'Munera Pulveris' (1862-63), Time and Tide' (1867), and 'Fors
Clavigera (1871-84). These books contain the substance of his politi-
cal economy, which is as impossible to epitomize as his art teachings.
It was written for the workingmen of England, but it shot over their
heads; and is moreover marked by inconsistencies, the result of Mr.
Ruskin's changing views and waning strength-for much of his work
in the 1880's is hectic and spasmodic from pain of mind and body.
He believed in a mild form of socialism or collectivism,-a pooling
of interests, a stopping of competition, and a doing away of interest
upon money. So earnest was he in his beliefs that he did not write
only, but strove for practical results. He established St. George's
Guild, the Sheffield museum, an agricultural community, a tea store,
and a factory. He even had the streets of London swept clean to
show that it could be done, and lent a helping hand wherever he
could. Like Tolstoi, he tried to live his beliefs; but British material-
ism was too strong for him. After giving away his whole fortune,
upwards of £200,000, he had to stop; broken physically and mentally
as well as financially. His political economy was not a success
practically, but no one who loves his fellow-man will ever cast a
stone at him for it. It was a noble effort to benefit humanity.
During all the years of his political-economy struggles, his restless
mind and pen found many other fields in which to labor. He lect-
ured at Oxford; wrote 'Sesame and Lilies' (1865), a series of miscel-
laneous essays; 'Ethics of the Dust' (1866), lectures on crystallization;
'The Crown of Wild Olive' (1866), three lectures on work, traffic, and
war; The Queen of the Air' (1869), a study of Greek myths of cloud
and storm; 'Aratra Pentelici' (1872), on the elements of sculpture;
'Love's Meinie' (1873); 'Ariadne Florentina' (1873); 'Val d'Arno'


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(1874); Mornings in Florence' (1875-7); 'Proserpina' (1875-86); 'Deu-
calion' (1875-83); St. Mark's Rest' (1877-84); The Bible of Amiens'
(1880-5); The Art of England' (1883); and a vast quantity of lect-
ures, addresses, letters, catalogues, prefaces, and notes. In sheer bulk
alone this work was enormous. Finally body and mind both failed
him; and the last thing he wrote, 'Præterita,' his autobiography, was
done at intervals of returning strength after severe illnesses.
Mr. Ruskin tells us that his literary work was "always done as
quietly and methodically as a piece of tapestry. I knew exactly what
I had got to say, put the words firmly in their places like so many
stitches, hemmed the edges of chapters round with what seemed to
me graceful flourishes, and touched them finally with my cunningest
points of color. " His poems are all youthful and of small conse-
quence. His prose is marked by two styles. The first is dramatic,
vehement, rhetorical, full of imagery, some over-exuberance of lan-
guage, and long-drawn sentences. This is the style of Modern
Painters' and the Seven Lamps. ' After 1860, when he took up po-
litical writing, he strove for more simplicity; and his 'Fors Clavigera'
is an excellent example of his more moderate style. But he never
attained reserve either in thinking or in writing. It was not in
his temperament. He had almost everything else—purity, elasticity,
dramatic force, wit, passion, imagination, nobility. In addition his
vocabulary was almost limitless, his rhythm and flow of sentences
almost endless, his brilliancy in illustration, description, and argument
almost exhaustless. Indeed, his facility in language has been fatal
only too often to his logic and philosophy. Words and their lim-
pid flow ran away with his sobriety, lusciousness in illustration and
heaped-up imagery led him into rambling sentences, and the long
reverberating roll of numbers at the close of his chapters often
smacks of the theatre. Alliteration and assonance, the use of the
adjective in description, the antithesis in argument, the climax in
dramatic effect,—all these Mr. Ruskin has understood and used with
powerful effect.
How he came by his style would be difficult to determine. He
says he got it from the Bible and Carlyle: but he was a part of the
romantic, poetic, and Catholic revival in this century; and Byron,
Scott, Coleridge, Newman, Tennyson, Carlyle, were influences upon
him. The impetuosity of romanticism was his heritage; and the
great bulk of his writing is headlong, feverish, brilliant as a meteor,
but self-consuming. His prose cannot be judged by rules of rhetoric
or composition, any more than the pictures of Turner can be meas-
ured by the academic yard-stick. They both defy rules and meas-
urements. 'Modern Painters' and the Ulysses and Polyphemus'
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perspective; yet behind each work there is the fire of genius - the
energy of overpowering individuality. Mr. Ruskin's style is his crea-
tion as an artist, as distinguished from his exposition as a teacher;
and perhaps it is as an artist in language that he will live longest in
human memory.
A whole library of books on many subjects - art, science, his-
tory, poetry, ethics, theology, agriculture, education, economy-has
come from his pen. Few even among the learned classes realize
how much the nineteenth century owes to Mr. Ruskin for suggestion,
stimulus, and hopeful inspiration in many fields. He has taught
several generations to see with their eyes, think with their minds,
and work with their hands. And the beautiful language of that
teaching will remain with many generations to come. He has been
in the right and he has been in the wrong. Apples of discord and
olive-branches of peace-he has planted both, and both have borne
fruit; but the good outbalances the bad, the true outweighs the false.
John C. Van Dyke
ON WOMANHOOD
From Sesame and Lilies'
GE
ENERALLY we are under an impression that a man's duties
are public, and a woman's private. But this is not alto-
gether so. A man has a personal work or duty relating
to his own home, and a public work or duty-which is the
expansion of the other-relating to the State. So a woman has
a personal work and duty relating to her own home, and a
public work and duty which is also the expansion of that.
Now, the man's work for his own home is, as has been said,
to secure its maintenance, progress, and defense; the woman's to
secure its order, comfort, and loveliness.
Expand both these functions. The man's duty as a mem-
ber of a commonwealth is to assist in the maintenance, in the
advance, in the defense of the State. The woman's duty as a
member of the commonwealth is to assist in the ordering, in
the comforting, and in the beautiful adornment of the State.
What the man is at his own gate,-defending it if need be
against insult and spoil, that also,-not in a less but in a more
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his home, if need be, even to the spoiler, to do his more incum-
bent work there.
And in like manner, what the woman is to be within her
gates, as the centre of order, the balm of distress, and the mir-
ror of beauty, that she is also to be without her gates, where
order is more difficult, distress more imminent, loveliness more
rare.
·
It is now long since the women of England arrogated, uni-
versally, a title which once belonged to nobility only; and having
once been in the habit of accepting the simple title of gentle-
woman, as correspondent to that of gentleman, insisted on the
privilege of assuming the title of "Lady," which properly corre-
sponds only to the title of "Lord. "
I do not blame them for this; but only for their narrow
motive in this. I would have them desire and claim the title
of Lady, provided they claim not merely the title, but the office
and duty signified by it. Lady means "bread-giver" or "loaf-
giver," and Lord means "maintainer of laws"; and both titles
have reference not to the law which is maintained in the house,
nor to the bread which is given to the household, but to law
maintained for the multitude and to bread broken among the
multitude. So that a Lord has legal claim only to this title
in so far as he is the maintainer of the justice of the Lord of
Lords; and a Lady has legal claim to her title only so far as
she communicates that help to the poor representatives of her
Master, which women once, ministering to him of their substance,
were permitted to extend to that Master himself; and when she
is known, as he himself once was, in breaking of bread.
And this beneficent and legal dominion, this power of the
Dominus, or House-Lord, and of the Domina, or House-Lady, is
great and venerable, not in the number of those through whom
it has lineally descended, but in the number of those whom it
grasps within its sway; it is always regarded with reverent wor-
ship wherever its dynasty is founded on its duty, and its ambi-
tion co-relative with its beneficence. Your fancy is pleased with
the thought of being noble ladies, with a train of vassals. Be it
so: you cannot be too noble, and your train cannot be too great;
but see to it that your train is of vassals whom you serve and
feed, not merely of slaves who serve and feed you; and that the
multitude which obeys you is of those whom you have com-
forted, not oppressed,— whom you have redeemed, not led into
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THE USES OF ORNAMENT
From The Seven Lamps of Architecture'
WHAT
is the place for ornament? Consider first that the
characters of natural objects which the architect can rep-
resent are few and abstract. The greater part of those
delights by which Nature recommends herself to man at all
times cannot be conveyed by him into his imitative work. He
cannot make his grass green and cool and good to rest upon,
which in nature is its chief use to man; nor can he make his
flowers tender and full of color and of scent, which in nature are
their chief powers of giving joy. Those qualities which alone he
can secure are certain severe characters of form, such as men
only see in nature on deliberate examination, and by the full and
set appliance of sight and thought: a man must lie down on the
bank of grass on his breast and set himself to watch and pene-
trate the intertwining of it, before he finds that which is good
to be gathered by the architect. So then while Nature is at all
times pleasant to us, and while the sight and sense of her work
may mingle happily with all our thoughts and labors and times.
of existence, that image of her which the architect carries away
represents what we can only perceive in her by direct intellectual
exertion; and demands from us, wherever it appears, an intel-
lectual exertion of a similar kind in order to understand it and
feel it. It is the written or sealed impression of a thing sought
out; it is the shaped result of inquiry and bodily expression of
thought.
Now let us consider for an instant what would be the effect
of continually repeating an expression of a beautiful thought
to any other of the senses, at times when the mind could not
address that sense to the understanding of it. Suppose that in
time of serious occupation, of stern business, a companion should
repeat in our ears continually some favorite passage of poetry,
over and over again all day long. We should not only soon be
utterly sick and weary of the sound of it, but that sound would
at the end of the day have so sunk into the habit of the ear, that
the entire meaning of the passage would be dead to us, and it
would ever thenceforward require some effort to fix and recover
it. The music of it would not meanwhile have aided the busi-
ness in hand, while its own delightfulness would thenceforward
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form of definite thought. If you violently present its expression
to the senses, at times when the mind is otherwise engaged, that
expression will be ineffective at the time, and will have its sharp-
ness and clearness destroyed forever. Much more if you present
it to the mind at times when it is painfully affected or disturbed,
or if you associate the expression of pleasant thought with incon-
gruous circumstances, you will affect that expression thencefor-
ward with a painful color forever.
Apply this to expressions of thought received by the eye.
Remember that the eye is at your mercy more than the ear
"The eye, it cannot choose but see. " Its nerve is not so easily
numbed as that of the ear, and it is often busied in tracing and
watching forms when the ear is at rest. Now if you present
lovely forms to it when it cannot call the mind to help it in its
work, and among objects of vulgar use and unhappy position,
you will neither please the eye nor elevate the vulgar object.
But you will fill and weary the eye with the beautiful form, and
you will infect that form itself with the vulgarity of the thing to
which you have violently attached it. It will never be of much
use to you any more: you have killed or defiled it; its freshness
and purity are gone. You will have to pass it through the fire
of much thought before you will cleanse it, and warm it with
much love before it will revive.
Hence then a general law, of singular importance in the pres-
ent day, a law of simple common-sense,- not to decorate things
belonging to purposes of active and occupied life. Wherever you
can rest, there decorate; where rest is forbidden, so is beauty.
You must not mix ornament with business, any more than you
may mix play. Work first, and then rest. Work first, and then
gaze; but do not use golden plowshares, nor bind ledgers in
enamel. Do not thrash with sculptured flails; nor put bas-reliefs
on millstones. What! it will be asked, are
What! it will be asked, are we in the habit of
doing so? Even so; always and everywhere. The most familiar
position of Greek moldings is in these days on shop fronts.
There is not a tradesman's sign nor shelf nor counter in all the
streets of all our cities, which has not upon it ornaments which
were invented to adorn temples and beautify kings' palaces.
There is not the smallest advantage in them where they are.
Absolutely valueless, utterly without the power of giving pleas
ure, they only satiate the eye and vulgarize their own forms.
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things; which things themselves we shall never, in consequence,
enjoy any more. Many a pretty beading and graceful bracket
there is in wood or stucco above our grocers' and cheesemongers'
and hosiers' shops: how is it that the tradesmen cannot under-
stand that custom is to be had only by selling good tea and
cheese and cloth; and that people come to them for their honesty,
and their readiness, and their right wares, and not because they
have Greek cornices over their windows, or their names in large
gilt letters on their house fronts? How pleasurable it would be
to have the power of going through the streets of London, pull-
ing down those brackets and friezes and large names, restoring
to the tradesmen the capital they had spent in architecture, and
putting them on honest and equal terms; each with his name in
black letters over his door, not shouted down the street from the
upper stories, and each with a plain wooden shop casement, with
small panes in it that people would not think of breaking in
order to be sent to prison! How much better for them would it
be, how much happier, how much wiser, to put their trust upon
their own truth and industry, and not on the idiocy of their cus-
tomers! It is curious, and it says little for our national probity
on the one hand, or prudence on the other, to see the whole
system of our street decoration based on the idea that people
must be baited to a shop as moths are to a candle.
But it will be said that much of the best wooden decoration
of the Middle Ages was in shop fronts. No: it was in house
fronts, of which the shop was a part, and received its natural and
consistent portion of the ornament. In those days men lived,
and intended to live, by their shops, and over them, all their
days. They were contented with them and happy in them: they
were their palaces and castles. They gave them therefore such
decoration as made themselves happy in their own habitation,
and they gave it for their own sake. The upper stories were
always the richest; and the shop was decorated chiefly about the
door, which belonged to the house more than to it. And when
our tradesmen settle to their shops in the same way, and form
no plans respecting future villa architecture, let their whole
houses be decorated, and their shops too, but with a national and
domestic decoration. However, our cities are for the most part
too large to admit of contented dwelling in them throughout life:
and I do not say there is harm in our present system of sepa-
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separated, let us remember that the only reason for shop decora-
tion is removed, and see that the decoration be removed also.
Another of the strange and evil tendencies of the present day
is to the decoration of the railroad station. Now, if there be
any place in the world in which people are deprived of that
portion of temper and discretion which is necessary to the con-
templation of beauty, it is there. It is the very temple of dis-
comfort; and the only charity that the builder can extend to us.
is to show us, plainly as may be, how soonest to escape from it.
The whole system of railroad traveling is addressed to people
who, being in a hurry, are therefore, for the time being, miser-
able. No one would travel in that manner who could help it,—
who had time to go leisurely over hills and between hedges,
instead of through tunnels and between banks; at least those who
would, have no sense of beauty so acute as that we need consult
it at the station. The railroad is in all its relations a matter
of earnest business, to be got through as soon as possible. It
transmutes a man from a traveler into a living parcel. For the
time, he has parted with the nobler characteristics of his human-
ity for the sake of a planetary power of locomotion. Do not
ask him to admire anything. You might as well ask the wind.
Carry him safely, dismiss him soon: he will thank you for
nothing else. All attempts to please him in any other way are
mere mockery, and insults to the things by which you endeavor
to do so. There never was more flagrant nor impertinent folly
than the smallest portion of ornament in anything concerned
with railroads or near them. Keep them out of the way, take
them through the ugliest country you can find, confess them the
miserable things they are, and spend nothing upon them but for
safety and speed. Give large salaries to efficient servants, large
prices to good manufacturers, large wages to able workmen; let
the iron be tough, and the brickwork solid, and the carriages
strong. The time is perhaps not distant when these first neces-
sities may not be easily met: and to increase expense in any
other direction is madness. Better bury gold in the embank-
ments than put it in ornaments on the stations. Will a single
traveler be willing to pay an increased fare on the South-Western
because the columns of the terminus are covered with patterns
from Nineveh ? - he will only care less for the Ninevite ivories
in the British Museum: or on the North-Western, because there
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Crewe? he will only have less pleasure in their prototypes at
Crewe House. Railroad architecture has, or would have, a dig-
nity of its own if it were only left to its work. You would not
put rings on the fingers of a smith at his anvil.
It is not however only in these marked situations that the
abuse of which I speak takes place. There is hardly, at present,
an application of ornamental work which is not in some sort
liable to blame of the same kind. We have a bad habit of try-
ing to disguise disagreeable necessities by some form of sudden
decoration, which is in all other places associated with such
necessities. I will name only one instance, that to which I have
alluded before the roses which conceal the ventilators in the
flat roofs of our chapels. Many of those roses are of very beau-
tiful design, borrowed from fine works: all their grace and finish
are invisible when they are so placed, but their general form
is afterwards associated with the ugly buildings in which they
constantly occur; and all the beautiful roses of the early French
and English Gothic, especially such elaborate ones as those of
the triforium of Coutances, are in consequence deprived of their
pleasurable influence, and this without our having accomplished
the smallest good by the use we have made of the dishonored
form.