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SEVENTE BORIES
VOLUME XLI.

No. 3356 October 31, 1908.

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CONTENTS
The Moderate Motorist. By J. E. Vincent CORNHILL MAGAZINE 259
From a Poor Man's House. By Stephen Reynolds. (To be con-
tinued.)

ALBANY REVIEW 266
Hardy-on-the-Hill. Chapter IV. By M. E. Francis (Mrs. Francis
Blundell). (To be continued.)

TIMES 272 The Eucharistic Congress. By the Right Reverend Monsignor Canon Moyes, D. D.

NINETEENTH CENTURY AND AFTER 276 Pain. By Miss Caroline Stephen

HIBBERT JOURNAL 283 Stumpy. By Jessie and Charles Fielding Marsh.

CORNHILL MAGAZINE 289 The American Woman. 1. By Dr. Andrew Macphail SPECTATOR 297 Bird Song in Autumn.

TIMES 302 Francis Thompson.

ACADEMY 306 • The Tardy Bust." By A. A. Baumann SATURDAY REVIEW 309 The Close of the Book War,

NATION 312 The Crisis in the Near East.

SPECTATOR 314 An Autobiography.

PUNOH 317

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THREE FROM SEDGEMOOR. Till a sudden fury shook the man,
A Legend of Somerset.

And “Woman!" he cried, "was this “Hist!” said the Mother: "dout the

your plan, light!

To drown our wits in the cider-can, Kirke's Lambs are on the roäd to-night The drugged cider of Sedgemoor, A-seeking the fyers of Monmouth's

You friend of the rebel James? fight;

For this your vile conspiracy And I've three sons from Sedgemoor

I swear you shall hang, all four!" said That fought for the

he,
wrong King
James.

"Mother and sons on one gallows-tree, There's Jan, my eldest, and Jeremy,

With your three sons from Sedgemoor And Ebenezer, big as a tree:

That fought for the rebel James!" Lord! teake my life for the lives of the

She tacked the board with her hand, three,

and said: My three sons from Sedgemoor

"Carl thy men if thee ool! Theer they That fought for the wrong King

lie, half dead; James!”

But Sergeant, you've kep' a zober head Jan she set in the flour-bin wide;

In spite of the liquor of Sedgemoor Up chimney Jeremy prophesied;

That never paid nought to King James! But Ebenezer was hard to hide,

So take my three big lads if thee durst! The biggest of all at Sedgemoor

But thee must fight their mother vurst That fought for our good King

For the children dear that my bosom James.

nurst, Till she found en a nook in her faggot- My three sons from Sedgemoor store;

That fought for the kind King James." But ere she had fairly tedded him o'er, Came a thundering knock on the farm

He drew and struck, but she leapt house door,

aside And, “Open, you rebels of Sedgemoor,

And caught the steel in her tender side; In the name of our good King James!" “Coom hither; my three strong sons!"

she cried, She pulled the bobbin and drew them

"For the sake of the true King James!" in:

Then Jeremy sprang from the chimneyFive privates and Sergeant Paradine:

flue, She gave them cider laced with gin,

Jan from the flour rose gashly to view, And asked for the news from Sedge.

And right and left the faggots flew moor

As Ebenezer of Sedgemoor
And the luck of the two King James.

Fell on the men of King James.
And “Was the dirty rebels beat
And the wicked Duke a-teaken yet?

But when the sogers lay tied and And wasn't they thirsty by all this

bound, he't?

Like calves arow on the market Don't ee spare our cider of Sedgemoor

ground, For the sake of the good King James!"

Then the brave mother showed her I trow she did not speak in vain:

wound: She filled their cups again and again,

Ah! the brave mother of Sedgemoor Till the liquor sang in each silly brain, That died for the rebel James! The strong liquor of Sedgemoor

And “Niver fret for your Mammy!". That never paid tax to King James.

said she, One loosed his stock, and one shifted

"For the Lord God hath had mercy his wig;

on me, One sank his forehead and snored like And He've took my life for the lives a pig,

of my three, But the Sergeant still sat tight and My three children of Sedgemoor trig,

That fought for our kind King James!" A-watching the widow of Sedgemoor.

Edward Sydney Tylee. In his duty to King James.

The Spectator.

THE MODERATE MOTORIST.

Civilized mankind, or mankind pre- uncambered or even, as Lord Montagu sumed to be civilized, may be divided of Beaulieu once suggested, concave, for our present purpose into four regardless of the lives of pedestrians, classes. These are motorists pure and who will tread these viæ sacre-sacred simple, whom no other pursuit or occu- to motor-cars, that is to say-at their pation interests; motorists who own own risk. These roads will all be cars and use them in moderation for straight as if drawn with a ruler on pleasure or for profit; non-motorists, the map; they will have no hedges, no who own no cars and seldom have the overhanging trees, no æsthetic ameniopportunity of going in a car; and anti- ties of any kind; they will be closed to motorists, who absolutely refuse to en- the infirm and to the deaf. ter a car, and regard the very exist- It has been written already that it ence of cars as an intolerable outrage. is almost idle to attempt to address any To the first class it is almost idle to argument to motorists of this class. attempt to address any observations in They live in a narrow environment of print. They live and move-much too their own making; their idea of the fast very often-in

an automobile state of public opinion is a dream from world; they talk of clutches, carburet- which there may be a rude awakening; ters, and ignition, of driving deeds and and they would as soon think of readthe purblind folly of the public, from ing the Cornhill Magazine as of attackmorn till eve; they rarely, in my expe- ing a philosophic treatise. Still, there rience of them, cast so much as a is a faint chance that these words may glance at a daily paper; but they im- reach their eyes, because some of them merse themselves week after week in may possibly be quoted in automobile the automobile press, and form their papers as an awful example of the beidea of the surrounding world of hu- sotted folly of the outer world; and in manity from that press. That idea is that faint hope the bald truth is stated. curious, narrow, and inaccurate. The It is that the general community sees English community, as represented in in the automobile industry a trade of the automobile press, consists in the some importance, the persons engaged main of men and women who are at in which suffer not a little from megaonce absorbed in admiring contempla lomania; that the world at large, estion of the “phenomenal" growth of the pecially that part of which does not automobile movement, and bitterly go much in motor-cars, is often more prejudiced against all its features, sep- concerned with motor-cars as a nuiarable and inseparable. Every magis- sance and as a danger than as evidence trate is a probable perverter of jus- of an industrial movement affording tice, every policeman a past-master in employment to many artisans; that the practice of perjury, every pedes- the mass of the British public will neitrian is a sheer nuisance. That is the ther put itself to great trouble for, English community as it is. The com- nor allow itself to be outrageously put munity as it should be, and as, accord- upon by, the owners of motor-cars. ing to these prophets, it is sure to be- Now it is upon the opinions of this outcome, is one in which all things are side world, with which infatuated mosubordinated to motoring, in which mo- torists have no communion, that the tor-cars will be free to course at all future liberties of all motorists depend. speels over perfect and dustless roads, So, again in the faint hope of quotation

even

for purposes of scornful comment, I therefore deserving some consideration would remind that section of the in- in return. It is hoped, too, to convince fatuated motorists—rather a large one the comrades who need conviction that it is to be feared, to the better feelings the pleasures of considerate driving of which it is useless to appeal, since are incomparably greater than those of they have none- —that they will be well reckless rushing over roads, and to peradvised to take heed to their ways. suade the remainder of the constituTheir future is in the hands of the pub- ency that the motor-car, rationally emlic, and a large section of the public, ployed, is not only useful, but also proincluding moderate motorists, is sorely ductive of such new and intelligent angry with automobilism, as repre- pleasure that a humane man, far from sented by the thoughtless minority of desiring to curtail the enjoyment of it motorists,

now, although not by others, should dream of it as a posnearly so indignant as it would have sibility for himself, or at all events been if the summer had been less wet should not grudge it to those who can and more dusty. Even as matters afford it. stand, however, public opinion is in a How best to adduce this argument, state of angry excitement, and the Mo- or these arugments, is the real question; tor Union has done wisely to take steps and perhaps it may be most suitably to conciliate public opinion by attempt- answered in narrative statement, partly ing to persuade, and even to compel, general and partly particular. It has the reckless section of motorists to con- been my good fortune to accompany duct their journeys with some regard one of the most skilful drivers of mofor decency.

tor-cars to be found in this kingdom on From the point of view of a motorist a large number of expeditions in a car, who drives about a great deal for pleas the name of which shall be withheld lest ure, combined sometimes with modest the suspicion of advertisement should profit, I address the following words arise. Together we have driven over partly to my comrades, entirely to those most of the Scottish roads, have made who go less upon the roads in cars, to many tours in the Eastern Counties, those who go not in cars at all, and to have journeyed from London to Penthose who look upon the motor-car with zance, from Liverpool to Oxford, from jaundiced eyes. The frank intention London to Oxford and back often, is, in the first place, to persuade those from Oxford to Fishguard and back, of my comrades who need to be per- from Manchester to London by night, suaded-not a large number, so far as from Glasgow to Doncaster by day, to their inclination goes, but some of them say nothing of many shorter drives. sinners from sheer lack of thought- Candor compels the admission that to to devote themselves steadily to the the speed-limit, as defined by the law, conciliation of public opinion by show- we have never paid the least regard, ing an excess rather than a deficiency except when there was reason to appreof consideration for the other users of hend a police ambuscade. Yet not the roads. Next it is desired, and once, hitherto, has one of our journeys hoped, to convince the remainder of the given rise to legal proceedings; and so, constituency addressed that, while it is arguing perhaps somewhat from the all but impossible to compel men to particuar to the general (but “the pardrive with consideration, there are ticular" in this case is represented by men, rapidy growing in numbers, who, manr thousands of miles), I am disposed since they do in fact consider the com- to suspect that "police traps" are not fort of those whom they pass, are always so unreasonable as the automo

bile papers represent them to be. At all events, we have been able to complete our journeys in reasonable time, from a motorist's point of view—that is to say, to average from twenty-five to thirty miles an hour over some hundreds of miles on many occasions without once incurring the unpleasant attentions of the police. But, in truth, I fancy the police of many countries begin to know my friend and his careasily to be distinguished from London cars, usually suspect, and not always unjustly—as being rapid when circumstances justify speed, and careful to a fault when care is necessary.

For example, we have often gone through Hatfield, seeing a policeman note the number and take the time there, have known that we should be observed and timed at other towns on the Great North Road, have reached those other towns before the law permitted us to reach them, and have heard no more of the matter.

This, to my mind, is as it should be; but then, apart from disregard for the letter of the law, so is the conduct of my friend as driver. Never have known him to hug the off-side on taking a right-hand corner, which is the surest way to the coroner's court or to the dock upon an indictment for manslaughter. Over and over again, on approaching pedestrians or other vehicles, he has looked back to see if we were raising much dust, and if we were he has slackened

the pace. Never has he failed—realizing the rule of prudence that you must always act as if other users of the way were likely to lose their heads or to err in calculating distances—to allow as much space as possible to others on the road. Never has he neglected to reduce the speed to a mere crawl in passing a nervous horse, whose timidity he gauges by its demeanor even at a great distance; and to such horses he always addresses a word of encouragement

when they come within earshot, so that they may know the familiar creature man to be associated with what no doubt appears to them monstrum horrendum, informe, ingens. He knows, too, the parts of the country where horses are likely to be found motor-shy, as they are to an extraordinary degree in South Wales, but not as a general rule in Devon or Cornwall. Never does he omit to approach slowly the debouching point of a cross-road, and in towns his caution is remarkable. Stupidity is impotent to annoy him; ignorant prejudice-for example, that of the horse. driver who holds up his hand to stop the car merely to aggravate, well knowing his horse to have more sense than himself—is powerless against his sympathetic philosophy. Keen motorist as he is, he appreciates the feelings of others, and acts upon his appreciation. One fault of others only, so far as I have seen, rouses him to indignant remonstrance, in which I join with heart and voice. It is the inveterate practice, which prosecution might perhaps stop, of taking corners on the wrong side, which many otherwise gentlemanlike drivers of cars pursue simply because a right-hand corner can most easily be taken in that way.

Of course, I have had experience of driving of another quality at the hands of paid drivers, and of others who believed themselves to be gentlemenwith some justice apart from their behavior as drivers. Paid drivers, no doubt, vary in character and tendency, but, to use the nursery phrase, I have been spoiled by the experience above described, and, dearly as I like motorcars, I would rather not go a-motoring at all than sit behind or beside a paid driver, British or foreign. But the latter are usually the worst offenders. They keep my heart in my mouth all the time by their conceited desire to show their skill in steering to a few hairs' breadths, by their eagerness to

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