pass before the people educated themselves entertain most strongly is that of relationship to act and to think as one man in the struggle and friendship of long standing; and the fufor unity. The Emperor has since taken means ture can only strengthen the heartiness of our to put into practice the ideas he expressed to relations." the professors of Göttingen, and Germans must thank him that the rising generation are permitted to form their ideals not merely from Greeks and Romans of very shadowy interest but from the flesh-and-blood patriots of these days the Scharnhorsts, the Blüchers, the Gneisenaus, the Steins, the Colombs, Lützows, and other heroes of the great war of liberation. This, I venture to say, is the most friendly language ever used by a German ruler or cabinet towards the United States, and it gains the more in value by coming from the mouth of a man who would not have said anything that he did not fully mean. The personal regard entertained for Mr. Phelps made the Emperor's language perhaps more easy for him; Shortly after the manoeuvers of 1889 he received our minister, William Walter Phelps, in a manner more than complimentary, saying, among other things: "From childhood I have admired the great and expanding community you represent; and the study of your history, both in peace and war, has given me particular pleasure. Among the many conspicuous characteristics of your fellow citizens the world admires in particular their spirit of enterprise, their respect for law, and their inventiveness. Germans feel themselves the more drawn to the people of the United States because of the many ties that inevitably accompany kinship of blood. The feeling which both countries VOL. XLII.-63. but in addition to that, I am sure that few Germans who have not traveled in America are better informed of our conditions, our history, our resources, and our literature than he. When "Battles and Leaders of the Civil War" appeared, it was read by him with interest; as an officer in the army he attended courses of lectures on our principal military operations; and only within the past few weeks he was discussing with an American George Kennan's work on the treatment of Siberian exiles. In February, 1890, he issued an order the gist of which is in these words: "In my army each individual soldier shall receive lawful, just, and humane treatment." This order was unexpected, for the army did not appear at the time to suffer more than ordinarily from the excesses of non-commissioned officers or even of commissioned officers. But it is the Emperor's habit to find out for himself what is going on in barrack-yards as well as in the cabinet. He does not wait until official red tape has permitted the Government to notice an abuse, or until dissatisfaction has spread. His language in this order has not made men more humane, but it has certainly made the brutal more cautious about venting their brutality, and this is as much as human law can hope for. In the same month he calls together a congress of interested nations to see if something cannot be done to avoid the increasing friction between wage-payers and wage-earners. This congress may or may not achieve all that some have hoped for it. The Emperor himself did not offer to solve any question of social philosophy; his attitude was strictly that of an inquirer. He virtually said to the delegates: "Gentlemen, the industrial situation of Europe is critical. Let us discuss it calmly, let us offer suggestions, let us see if the question is capable of simpler definition." Whether anything comes of this effort, the fact is remarkable that the most conspicuous public effort of a young and powerful em peror has been to interfere in behalf of the daily laborers. On the 20th of March, 1890, Bismarck left his office of Prime, or rather sole, Minister. I do not wish to enter upon this question here, except to point out that he left office immediately after a popular election which resulted in more votes for socialist candidates than were ever before cast in the history of the empire. He was in a hopeless minority in the Reichstag, and had proved to the satisfaction of his countrymen that, whatever his merits were as a foreign minister, they dwindled painfully when it came to treating the more delicate questions of finance, socialism, press laws, and internal improvement. During the labor conference the Emperor showed marked civilities to the French delegate, Jules Simon, and afterward sent him as a present the musical works of Frederick the Great, accompanied by a most cordial letter. This was an opportunity offered to France to say something that might be regarded as a harbinger of peace; to cease the snarling over AlsaceLorraine that has been kept up for twenty years, and promises to continue until after the next war. Germany was disappointed in the result, for France showed that she has now only one political faith, the basis of which is hate. From the salons of the Faubourg St. Germain to the attics of Montmartre, there is but one feeling-France has had her vanity wounded; therefore Europe must expect no rest until she has had her revenge. In 1890, on the 9th of August, Helgoland was added to the Empire without a blow or even an angry word. What Gibraltar is to Spain, that and much more was this little island at the mouth of her principal seaport to Germany. The peaceful accomplishment of so important an object is not so much an evidence of his desire to strengthen his coast-line as of the fact that England and Germany are today united in a friendship unknown since the year when Blücher and Wellington fought the French at Waterloo. I have not spoken of the Emperor's travels in detail, for want of space. In general it may be said that no ruler of modern times has seen so much of the world, and made the fruit of his travels so directly profitable to his people. He has not merely traveled to distant countries, from the North Cape to the Golden Horn, and from the Thames to the Gulf of Finland. His acquaintance with his own country is no less thorough. He masters readily the industrial features of every neighborhood that he visits, and it is rare for him to meet a man with whom he cannot talk instructively on the country or town that he represents. He does not waste time in these travels, but has a railway train fitted somewhat after the pattern of the Chicago limited vestibule. On the way he despatches state business, and discusses, as he flies along, any proposition requiring signature. His yacht serves him when afloat as conveniently as his train ashore, and both are so well used as to be always in the best working condition. As an after-dinner speaker the Emperor has no superior in Germany. He speaks readily without notes, expresses himself with vigor, never descends to conventional commonplaces, and, above all, gives the very best assurance that his words are not prepared for him. I have heard conspicuous speakers in England and in our own country, and, if comparisons are not in this case invidious, I should say that the German Emperor need not fear to meet such an audience as even a New England society dinner assembles. One of the prettiest speeches I have listened to was delivered by the Emperor in answering the toast to his wife in the province where she was born. It was during the great combined naval and military manoeuvers of 1890, at which the United States was repre sented by Commander Ward, and Great Britain by Admiral Hornby. The Emperor's words were: "I desire to express to you, my dearest sir, the gratitude felt by the Empress and myself for the kind words we have just heard; at the same time our thanks to the whole for the day we have passed and for the reception which the province has prepared for us. This day was, however, not needed in order to assure us of the warm friendship we have found here. The bond that unites me to this province, and chains me to her in a manner different from all others of my Empire, is the jewel that sparkles at my side, her Majesty the Empress. Sprung from this soil, the type of the various virtues of a German princess, it is to her that I owe it if I am able to meet the severe labors of my office with a happy spirit, and make head against them." The words of the Emperor were unexpected, and to no one more so than to his wife, whose face beamed with happiness at the compliment she so publicly received. Nor did any one who listened to the speaker at that dinner think to question the spontaneity and honesty of the language. In spite of the pomp that custom demands of an imperial court, the German Emperor is a man of singularly simple and healthy tastes. When he is out of office-hours his recreation is largely taken with his children in their nursery, or dropping in at the house of a personal friend and begging a cup of tea and a cozy chat. He knows the value of knowledge, and while the machinery of his Government provides him with elaborate reports on every subject and from every corner of the world, he still prefers to study his people at first hand, and never loses an opportunity of seeing for himself what is going on about him. He reads, of course, all the new books of importance; sees the good plays, and assists in bringing forward such as have merit; he takes pleasure in running into artists' workshops at unexpected hours; is ready to meet any one who has an idea of interest. When I think of him as the business manager of a practical political corporation, I am constantly inclined to look for the key to his success and popularity in Germany by quoting the laconic opinion of him expressed by an American officer who was presented to him for the first time at the Baltic manoeuvers in 1890. He came away from his audience flushed with excitement, and I expected a vigorous report from the fact that this officer had been drawing his impressions of Germany principally from Paris and St. Petersburg. "What do you think of him now?" I said. "Immense; he has a genuine Yankee head on him." It only need be added that this compliment was the highest in the court vocabulary of my fellow countryman. Poultney Bigelow. QUEEN JUANA OF SPAIN, TO HER LONG-DEAD LORD, PHILIPPE LE BEL. HOU liv'st and reignest in my memory, THOU Discrowned of earth, but crowned still in the soul Subject to thee from pole to utmost pole: This is the kingdom thou hast still in fee, Though silence and the night have hidden thee- It is thy breath I breathe upon the air; Thou shinest on me with the stars of night; And, finding, quiver with the old delight: Louise Chandler Moulton. SOME MOGLASHEN. OME one said that I should visit Beg Island while at Ingonish. But the advice made but little impression upon my mind at the time. In clear weather it might be seen from the shore, its shape resembling a squatty sugar-loaf upon the horizon. One morning from my perch in the rocks, where I had securely fastened my canvas with ropes and boulders,-for the wind ever blows in this latitude,-I became conscious of the approaching figure of a man leaping from rock to rock, his arms waving wildly with the exertion. Evidently he was headed for the spot which I occupied. I fancied that he had some message from the village for me, perhaps a letter; but a moment's reflection showed me that the semi-weekly mail was not due before the following day. As he climbed the boulders I could see his face, a red dot in the center of a bushy growth of sandy whiskers which stood out in all directions. Panting for breath, he reached the spot where I sat, and bounced himself down beside me at the risk of upsetting my color-box. Cocking his head upon one side, and rubbing upon his trousers the hand which he had placed directly in the center of my well-covered palette, he ejaculated admiringly, with a sweep of the clean hand, "Hech, mon, but she 'll be a fine peentin' ye 're at." "Yes?" said I, with an ill-suppressed smile at his predicament. "How did you know I was out here?" "Aw 'll be speerin' you affshoor, an' the hale popilation kens what ye 're at, an' whaur ye are tae, for that matter; but, d' ye see? ye're wastin' ye'r time here. This 'll no be place for the peentin', aw 'll be sayin' to masel' comin' o'er, whan she 'll have Beg Islan'. D'ye ken Beg Islan'?" "Oh, yes," I said, taking up my palette and endeavoring to repair the havoc his hand had wrought; "I know of it; at least I 've heard of it." "Of coorse ye 'll hae heard of it, as well as them that belongs te it, the Moglashens. Aw 'll be a Moglashen, d' ye ken? an', what's more, aw envite ye te stop wi' us o'er te Beg Islan'," he said, wiping his perspiring forehead with the painty hand, and leaving thereon a thin line of new blue, running rainbow fashion with a broader one of ochre. "The fam❜ly envites ye, d'ye ken? She'll be proud te have ye, mairover." He paused and looked longingly at me. I was about to say something in thanks for the proffered hospitality, when he broke forth, "Ye 'll no be apel te be waverin' here, whateffer, a-peentin' on yon," indicating the canvas with a sweep. "The nor'easter 's due, an' 'deed she 'll be here the night." I saw that the sky did indeed look threatening, and the wind was changing. "Ef ye 'll be acceptin' ma. hospitality, aw 'll take ye ower te Beg Islan' the night." I endeavored to persuade him of the impossibility of this. "Deed, then, an aw'll no leave ye here, so ye mun just pack up ye'r traps, an aw 'll carry yer peentin' for ye." As the wind had changed I saw the folly of remaining on the present spot; there was a |