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by the new title with which he too often transfers the conscience redecorated his sovereign. All this of a party leader to the unscrupustrikes us as somewhat misleading. lous keeping of his political wireIreland was quiescent under his pullers. No public man was ever premiership—he parted with coer- less of a demagogue, or more free cive powers; and as for further from the arts by which a fleeting changes, it was necessary that the popularity is won. He was a child results of the portentous measures of Parliament. It was in and of the previous Administration from his place in Parliament that should have time to develop. With he won the confidence of his party regard to colonial empire, both the and his power in the State. From Canadian and the South African that place he came into conflict Federation Acts were passed by successively with all the most Ministries in which his voice pre- powerful debaters which the House dominated.
of Commons produced during forty Mr Froude's fairness is more
He achieved his great conspicuous when he is dealing success not by making himself with the personal qualities of the the representative of any popular subject of his memoir. The critic
cause, or by placing himself on the cisms he makes may readily be ac- crest of any outside wave of senticepted by all who are familiar ment or conviction. with Disraeli's career.
It is a his biographer, by his personal great tribute to a man's rectitude qualifications alone. Manliness of life and purpose that he with- and courage were the basis of his stood the ordeal of thirty-five years character. As the Duke of Welof party leadership without deteri- lington said with regard to his oration of moral fibre, and without challenge to O'Connell and his revealing through the fierce light son, “ It was the most manly which surrounds it any of the thing done yet!” The manner in weaknesses which forfeit the re- which he rose superior to his first spect of his fellow-men. No doubt failure in the House of Commons Disraeli was in this favourable exhibited those dauntless qualities position, that, partly from race which are sure to win esteem in feeling and partly from possessing an assembly of Englishmen. In political convictions which stood less than nine years from the date higher than the ordinary platforms of his first failure it is recorded of of party politicians, he did not him that not a man on either side abandon himself to the ardour of of the House was more than his the game, but held it in subjection match in single combat. He had to his ultimate purposes and aims. overthrown Sir Robert Peel, and He was not the sort of man to be had succeeded to the honours and furiously in earnest, first on to the position of a man who had side of a question and then on seemed destined to rule this counanother, under the temporary do try till his death. minion of convictions taken up Launched upon the career of for the occasion. He deliberately party leadership, where the busiplaced himself from the first on ness is to outmaneuvre and defeat an intellectual and moral level your opponent, Disraeli never forfrom which he could easily retain got that in his earlier years he had his sense of proportion, instead of advocated and tried to bring about abandoning himself to the purpose a nobler system ; and accordingly, of the moment with a zeal which while exhibiting the utmost dex
terity as a parliamentary com- party recrimination, touched with mander, he seems to have borne in private scandal. Upon pecuniary mind, to a higher degree than his matters, moreover, though often contemporaries, that it is by ulti- embarrassed, not a single whisper mate results, by lasting success, of detraction was ever heard. He rather than by immediate tri- had opportunities of enriching umphs, that a statesman will be himself had he chosen to avail judged at the bar of posterity. himself of them. A secret word Accordingly he played the game from him, says Mr Froude, would of party fairly and honourably. have enabled speculating capitalNo one can accuse him of sacrific- ists to realise millions, with no ing the interests of the empire to
trace left how those millions were win office. When he won the acquired or how disposed of. premiership, in spite of calumny is said that something of the kind and acrimonious hostility, every once hinted to him — once, one recognised that he had fought but never again. Disraeli's worst his way to it fairly, had won it enemy never suspected him of honourably, and would use it for avarice or dishonour.” the public welfare.
Mr Froude closes what we think, As a result of a long career of with marked shortcomings, is an this character, of constant struggle admirable sketch, by propounding amidst jealousies, animosities, and a general estimate of Disraeli's fierce personal and political rivalry, character. In the first place, he it is no small thing to obtain from refuses to that character the title a somewhat critical and adverse of “great," on this principle, biographer such a judgment as which, notwithstanding the authis : “In public or private he thority which lays it down, we had never done a dishonourable venture to think too hard to be action; he had disarmed hatred, applied to mortal man.
“If,” he and never lost a personal friend. says, “any fraction of his attention The greatest of his antagonists is given to the honours or rewards admitted that when he struck which success will bring him, there hardest he had not struck in will be a taint of weakness in what malice. A still higher praise he does.” Unless all personal belongs to himself alone—that he motives are exorcised, when the never struck a small man.” Grati- personal life is over, he contends tude, says
Mr Froude, was stronger that a man's work and reputation in him even than ambition. His perish along with him. If this is gratitude to his wife and the at- the only objection to attributing tachment which he inspired are not greatness to Disraeli, it is not one the least honourable portion of an of overwhelming strength. honourable career. A party of vours somewhat of Carlyle's objec
nce ventured, says Mr tion to attributing greatness to Froude, we should imagine on very Sir Walter Scott, that he had doubtful authority, a foolish jest at no message to deliver.” DisMrs Disraeli's age and appearance, raeli's ambition, no doubt, was to and rallied him on the motive of win power and fame, and also to his marriage. “Gentlemen,” said use them for his country's good. Disraeli as he rose and left the Without a strong ambition of that room, “do none of you know what kind it is vain to expect that gratitude means ? "
men will face the arduous duties was never, even in the height of and distracting vicissitudes of pub
lic life. Ambition of that kind, A man, however great, cannot set purified of everything, on Mr the whole world right in six years. Froude's own showing, that is dis- Industrial problems and a disintehonourable or mean, is not a dis- grated Ireland, Mr Froude comqualification—it is an incentive to plains, survived him. Those are greatness. A man must not merely questions which we have always be conscious of great powers; he with us. They belong to a remote must dare to become great, and past, and will possibly belong also to accept the responsibilities of to a remote future. Without ingreatness. The biographer thinks quiring further into Mr Froude's that Disraeli should have recon- criterion of greatness, we note structed society according to his these as his real conclusions connovels, or led a crusade on the cerning the subject of his biography. lines laid down in 'Sybil,' in order He raised himself to the summit to win the title of great. A more of eminence; he had a genuine practical wisdom would suggest anxiety to serve his party, and in that he kept those objects in view, serving his party to serve his counand did his best, having regard to try. He succeeded in many inthe limitations which time and stances in deserving well of the circumstances imposed upon his English nation; and though he power. No public man, says his had to struggle against innumerbiographer, in England ever rose able obstacles in cutting his way so high and acquired power so to power, a searching investigagreat, so little of whose work has tion into his whole life, private as survived him. This sentence is well as public, has revealed no act contradicted by the whole tenor which detracts from his character of this book. He led a minority as a man of honour and integrity; till he was nearly seventy, and, while, on the other hand, it brings according to Mr Froude's own to light many actions and qualities showing, powerfully helped on all which befit' a hero.
The Tory measures wbich he approved, and party may well be proud of the conferred lasting benefits upon the leader whom they followed for the country by his indirect control space of a whole generation, and over the course of foreign policy. to whom, on every anniversary of In office, not to mention smaller his death, they, in common with measures, he redistributed power masses of the people, offer the tribin this country upon a principle ute of regret and regard. which has proved permanent,
shall all of us welcome the corachievement little short of mirac- respondence which, when it is ulous in the leader of a minority. brought to light, will reveal still Armed with a majority, he pre- more of Disraeli's inner life; but sided over great European ar- enough is known already to make rangements in the Conference at us sure that it will serve only to Berlin, and re - established the increase his fame and the reverence foreign authority of his country. with which his memory is preserved.
DEAR JOYCE,—I don't in the from my drawing-class and asked least mind doing what you ask. me to walk with you ? I did How could I think it anything feel flattered, Joyce. I had always but nice of you to want to know fancied you looked down upon me why I was rather unhappy the before that, and no wonder. I am other day, and to hear more about so ignorant beside you. I have Gladys, my only near relation in often resolved that I would not the world, and be told the story of look on any long way, so I won't ; my life before I came to Wemyss ? but it is not long to look on five Do you know, I sometimes forget, days, when you will come back, in a sort of a way, everything and we shall begin to carry out until the beginning of my time at our plan of living together. Wemyss. It feels to me now as I think it is just a perfect lifeif I never was quite alive till I working and living with a friend came here.
My real life dates (I put loving before working, from the time you found me out, really, you know). Now I will and I began to know you. Think tell you all—it will be rather dreadof this, it is not quite two years ful, I begin to think. There are since we got to be friends.
just five evenings until you come Do you remember the morning on which I can write for you, and you waited for me to come out the first of the five I dedicate to
She stands out the most clearly Gladys and Thee, and another that before me in the first gleams of I lived quite by myself a little my memory. I was a child my- way up in the air. In the air-life self at the time in which I am I never was myself, the elder sister thinking of her, and Gladys was a of Gladys, the adored Madeleine of child, and there was Wynne, our little Thee ; I was somebody quite little half-brother; but amongst apart and very different, grown up us all Theodora was the child- always. At one time a “high-born our little Thee we called her; and maiden,” such as I had read about surely there never was such a real in story - books and poetry, dazchild as Theodora. I was the eld- zlingly beautiful, with a crowd of est, then a year after me came lovers at her feet; at another, a beautiful Gladys, and two years queen controlling her people with after Gladys Theodora, and three a glance, bowed down to by waryears after Theodora Wynne. riors and statesmen, and strange
I was always a dreamer, and I fantastic scraps of personalities put don't think I felt anything very together by my crude imaginamuch, for I was divided between tion. But Gladys was the really two lives, the one I shared with beautiful one of
us two, and
Gladys dreamed no dreams about fore Gladys knew. Gladys nerer queens
lovers, She found knew anything all her life but scraps of ribbon, and gathered the what she saw with her actual eyes. roses in their bloom to fasten in “Madeleine, Madeleine, oh stay !” her hair, and somebody was sure Theodora used to plead with me. to give her beads or corals to clasp I would not stay, I remember, round her throat when we went to one hot autumn morning, although a Christmas gathering, or when we were only just beginning the mother had her summer parties game, that might have lasted for on the lawn, and Theodora danced hours, of storming the castle of with joy at the sight of Gladys's the tool-house, I defending, and clear sweet beauty. Sometimes Gladys and Theodora leading the my two consciousnesses would get attack, rushing round and round entangled when I looked at my in the long tangled grass and beautiful sister, and a pang of clustering shrubs. This was Theojealousy shot through me as I real- dora's favourite game; how had I ised my actual insignificance beside the heart to disappoint her of it? her, compared with my imagined I think, but I am not sure, that solitary greatness. Sometimes it
we never got any further in that would be the pride in mother's particular game again ; something eyes, as she looked at Gladys, always prevented its being finwhich sent that arrow through ished. On that morning it might the net-works of my real and my have been played to the very end ideal world, and flooded their meet- but for my moment's whim. I ing-point with the poisoned drop. can feel that moment through Nothing could poison Theodora's again now, and the inward blowjoy, for that was born of love ing aside of purpose, just as it always.
came to pass in me. I happened If I felt very little, Thee felt to look up for a moment as I was very much. What perfect grace- waiting for the onslaught of my ful ways she had, without a scrap foes, and I saw the shadow of a of beauty! We did not know cloud move across a field of corn. whether she was pretty or not: we The play ended for me in that only saw that her eyes glistened instant : it felt as if something with fun, or looked up at us with spoke to me from outside--a new utter love and pride. We liked voice that I must go after. her dainty, dancing steps, and her Did I say it was a moment's almost ecstatic playfulness,—not whim? So it was as I stood tothat she ever originated any game; wards Gladys and Theodora ; but she and Gladys said I was the in- in myself it was the beginning of ventor. They used to come and a new life, and since then my pull me down by main force from dreams—some of them at leastmid-air, and then I took the lead, have been different. as the elder sister naturally does Since that time I have often take it; but Thee was the joyful- lived a life apart from myself ; ness of every joy, the heart of all it was like striking out a fresh our childish life.
root, as creeping plants strike out “Oh, don't go yet, Madeleine,” from the parent stem. she used to plead, when, the game “You're not playing, Madehalf over, I was tiring of it already leine.” It was Theo's voice that and slipping back into cloud-land. brought me back. Thee could feel me going long be- “Nonsense, Thee! how can any