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There is, however, a difference in the extent of the chro- | light, etc. They offered a contrast of color, though to a unatic scale. Whilst the humming bird partakes in its certain degree alike; but when they slept under the straw colors of the whole of the spectrum from the violet to the chair which they chose for their domicile, they were exred, passing through green, tbose of the butterfly preferactly of the same shade during the hours of rest — a fine seathe more refrangible ones from green to violet, passing green that never changed. The skin rested, as did the through blue. The admirable lilac shade of the Morpho i brain, so that it seemed probable that central activity, menelas and the Morpho cypris is well known, and the thought, will, or wbatever name is given, has some effect wings of these butterflies have been used by the jewellers, in the change of color. The probability is, that as they carefully laid under a thin plate of mica, and made into | become pale, the pigment does not leave the skin, but that ornaments. A bright green is not uncommon, but the it is collected in spheres tno small to affect our retina, metallic red is rare, excepting in a beautiful butterfly of which will be impressed by the same quantity of pigment Madagascar, closely allied to one found in India and Cey. when more extended. lon. The latter has wings of a velvet black with brilliant It is undoubtedly the nerves which connect the brain green spots; in the former, these give place to a mark of with organs where the pigment is retained. By cutting a fiery red.
nerve, the coloring.matter is paralyzed in that portion of There is the same difference between the metallic hues | the skin through which the nerve passes, just as a muscle is of creatures endowed with flight and the iris shades of isolated by the section of its nerve. If this operation is fishes, that there is between crystallized bismuth and the performed on a turbot in a dark state, and it is thrown soft reflections of the changing opal. To bave an idea of into a sandy bottom, the whole body grows paler, exceptthe richness of the fish, it is only necessary to see a net ing the part which cannot receive cerebral influence. The landed filled with shad or other bright fish. It is one im nerves have, in general, a very simple and regular distribumense opal, with the same transparency of shade seen tion : if two or three of these are cut in the body of the through ihe scales, which afford the only means of imitat. fish, a black transversal band following the course of the ing pearls. It is due, however, not to the scales, but to nerve will be seen; whilst, if the nerve which animates extremely thin layers lying below the scales under the skin the head is thus treated, the turbot growing paler on the and round the blood-vessels, which look like so many sand, keeps a kind of black mask, which has a very curious threads of silver running through the flesh. Réaumur first effect. noticed and described them ; sometimes their form is as These marks will remain for many weeks, and what may regular as that of a crystal, and of infinitesimal size and be called paralysis of color has been remarked in consethickness. The art of the makers of false pearls is to col- quence of illness or accident. Such was seen in the head lect these plates in a mass from the fish, and make a paste of a large turbot, the body being of a different color. It of them with the addition of glue, which is pompously was watched, and died after a few days, evidently of some named “ Eastern Essence." This is put inside glass beads, injury which it had received. The subject offers a field of and gives them the native whiteness of pearls.
immense inquiry : the chemical and physical study of pigMany observations have been made lately by our natu- ments, the conditions which regulate their appearance, raljate as to the defence which color supplies to animals : their intensity, and variations under certain influences; hares, rabbitz, stags, and goats possess the most favorable the want of them in albinos, and the exaggerated developshade for concealing them in the depths of the forest or in ment in other forms of disease. To Mr. Darwin, in Eng. the fields. It is well known that when the Volunteer land, and to M. Ponchet, in France, the subject is indebted corps were enrolled, and the most suitable color for the for much research, which will no doubt be continued as riflemen was discussed, it was supposed to be green. Sol occasion offers. diers dressed in different shades were placed in woods and plains, to try which offered the best concealment. Contrary to expectation, that which escaped the eyes of the enemy was not green, but the fawn color of the doe.
MR. RUSKIN'S RECENT WRITINGS. Among hunting quadrupeds, such as the tiger, the leopard, the jaguar, the panther, there is a shade of skin which
BY LESLIE STEPHEN, man has always been anxious to appropriate for his own use. The old Egyptian tombs have paintings of the
The world is out of joint. The songs of triumph over negroes of Sudan, their loins girt with the fine yellow | peace and progress which were so popular a few years ago skips for which there is still a great sale. All the birds have been quenched in gloomy silence. It is difficult eyen which prey upon the smaller tribes, and fishes like the to take up a newspaper without coming upon painful foreshark, are clothed in dead colors, so as to be the least seen
bodings of the future. Peace has not come down upon the by their victims.
world, and there is more demand for swords than for There is an animal which, for two thousand years, has ploughshares. The nations are glaring at each other disexcited the curiosity and superstition of man by its change
trustfully, muttering ominous threats, and arming themof color — that is, the chameleon. No reasonable obser
selves to the teeth. Their mechanical skill is absorbed in vation was ever made upon it, until Perrault instituted devising more efficient means of mutual destruction, and some experiments in the seventeenth century. He ob- | the growth of material wealth is scarcely able to support served that the animal became pale at night, and took a | the burden of warlike preparations. The internal politics deeper color when in the sun, or when it was teased ; of states are not much more reassuring than their external whilst the idea that it took its color from surrounding ob relations. If the republic triumphs in France and Spain jects was simply fabulous. He wrapped it in different it is not because reason has supplanted prejudice, but bekinds of cloth, and once only did it become paler when in cause nobody, except a few Carlists or Communists, believes white. Its colors were very limited, varying from gray to enough in any principles to fight for them. In the promgreen and greenish brown.
ised land of political speculators, the government of the Little more than this is known in the present day: un country is more and more becoming a mere branch of der our skies it soon loses its intensity of color. Beneath stockjobbing. Everywhere the division between classes the African sun, its livery is incessantly changing; some widens instead of narrowing; and the most important phetimes a row of large patches appears on the sides, or the nomenon in recent English politics is that the old social skin is spotted like a trout, the spots turning to the size of bonds have snapped asunder amongst the classes least a pin's head. At other times, the figures are light on a | accessible to revolutionary impulses. brown ground, which a moment before were brown on a Absorbed in such contests, we fail to attend to matters light ground, and these last during the day. A naturalist of the most vital importance. The health of the populaspeaks of two chameleons which were tied together on a | tion is lowered as greater masses are daily collected in boat in the Nile, with sufficient length of string to run | huge cities, where all the laws of sanitary science are stuabout, and so always submissive to the same influences of diously disregarded. Everywhere we see a generation - growing up sordid, degraded, and devoid of self-respect. / antipathy to all the established commonplaces of contented Ehough The old beauty of life bas departed. A laborer is no longer | respectability; an eloquence and imaginative force which er the et a man who takes a pride in his work and obeys a code of transfuses bis prose with poetry, though his mind is too disey were ! manners appropriate to his station in life. He restlessly cursive to express itself in the poetical form ; and a keen - a boe aims at aping his superiors, and loses his own solid merits logical faculty, hampered by a constitutional irritability , as did without acquiring their refinement. If the workman has which prevents his teaching from taking a systematic form; tal actir no sense of duty to bis employer, the employer forgets in let him give free vent to all the annoyance and the indigna
some e his turn tbat he has any duty except to grow rich. Hetion naturally produced by his position, and you will have Chat as complains of the exorbitant demands of his subordinates, a general impression of Mr. Ruskin's later writings. One kin, bus and tries to indemnify himself by cheating his equals. seems almost to be listening to the cries of a man of genius,
our rete What can we expect in art or in literature from such a social placed in a pillory to be pelted by a thick-skinned mob, and of pige order except that which we see? The old spontaneous urged by a sense of his helplessness to utter the bitterest
impulse has departed. Our rising poets and artists are a taunts that he can invent. Amongst the weaknesses natural eet the tri puny generation, who either console themselves for their to such a temperament is the disposition to attach an undue
By catrine impotence by masquerading in the clothes of their prede- | value to what other people would describe as crotchets ; nat porti cessors or take refuge in a miserable epicureanism which and amongst Mr. Ruskin's crotchets are certain theories as a muu calls all pleasures equally good and prefers those sensual which involve the publication of his works in such a manner operatic: enjoyments which are niost suited to stimulate a jaded ap as to oppose the greatest obstacles to their circulation. it is the petite. Religion is corrupted at the core. With some it It is due partly to this cause, and partly to the fact that paler, ex is a mere homage to the respectabilities; with others a people do not like to be called rogues, cheats, liars, and Huence. I mere superstition, which claims to be pretty but scarcely hypocrites, that Mr. Ruskin's recent writings, and especgular di dares even to assert that it is true; some revolt against all ially his “ Fors Clavigera," the monthly manifesto in which Le bour a : religious teaching, and others almost openly advocate a he denounces modern society, have not received the notice - course of belief in lies; everywhere the professed creeds of men are which they deserve. The British public is content to bich anu divorced from their really serious speculations.
ticket Mr. Ruskin as an oddity, and to pass by with as litg paler & Those who would apply a remedy to these evils gener tle attention as possible. And yet the “ Fors Clavigera ” a very corally take one of two lines: they propose that we should (the meaning of the title may be found in the second num
· humbly submit to outworn authority, or preach the consol- ber) would be worth reading if only as a literary curiosity. and wha!: ing gospel that if we will let everytbing systematically | It is a strange mixture of autobiographical sketches, of rked in c. alone things will somebow all come right. As if things had vehement denunciation of modern crimes and follies, of Den in the be not been let alone! When we listen to the pedants and keen literary and artistic criticism, of economical controerent cola. the preachers of the day, can we not sympathize with versy, of fanciful etymologies, strained allegories, questionEdently of $ Shakespeare's weariness
able interpretations of history, and remarks upon things Of art made tongue-tied by authority,
in general, in which passages of great force and beauty are And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
curiously blended with much that, to say the least, is of inAnd simple faith miscalled simplicity,
ferior value, and in which digression is as much the rule And captive gocd attending captive ill?
as in “ Tristram Shandy" or Southey's “ Doctor." Even “ Tired of all these," where are we to find consolation ? Mr. Ruskin's disciples seem at times to be a little puzzled Jarwin, is! Most of us are content, and perhaps wisely, to work on by his utterances, and especially by a certain receipt for biect is it's in our own little spheres and put up with such results as making a “ Yorkshire Goose Pie,” which suddenly intrudes
can fall to the share of a solitary unit in this chaotic world. itself into one of his numbers, and may or may not cover a We may reflect, if we please, that there never was a time | profound allegory. Nothing would be easier, and notbing since the world began at which evil was not rampant and would be more superfluous, than to ridicule many of the wise men in a small minority; and that somehow or other | opinions which he throws out, or to condemn them from
we have in the American phrase "worried through"it, and the point of view of orthodox science or political economy. EITINGS rather improved than otherwise. There are advantages to It seems to be more desirable to call attention to the
be set against all the triumphant mischiefs which make strength than to the weakness of teaching opposed to all
and leave it, thence to sprout again, if there be any life No one, at any rate, will deny that the clouds are thick left for it in the earth, or any lesson teachable to it by enough to justify many gloomy prognostications. Take a adversity.” And after informing his Oxford hearers that man of unusual if not morbid sensibility, and place him in we are, in the sphere of art at any rate, “ false and base," the midst of the jostling, struggling, unsavory, and unrea- "absolutely without imagination and without virtue," he sonable crowd ; suppose him to have a love of all natural adds that his Jauguage is not, as they may fancy, unjustiand artistic beauty, which is outraged at every moment by fiably violent, but " temperate and accurate - except in the prevailing ugliness; a sincere hatred for all the mean- | short-coming of blame.” Indeed, if Mr. Ruskin's habitual Dess and imposture too characteristic of modern life ; a statements be well founded, the world has become well nigh determination to see things for himself, which involves an uninhabitable by decent people. Lot would be puzzled to
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discover a residue of righteous men sufficient to redeem his anger than for squandering so valuable an article so us from speedy destruction. In the preface to a collected rashly. He suffers from a kind of mental incontinence edition of his works, he tells us that in his natural temper which weakens the force of his writing. He strikes at he has sympathy with Marmontel ; in his “enforced and evil too fiercely and rapidly to strike effectually. He accidental temper, and thoughts of things and people, with wrote the “ Modern Painter," as he tells us in a characDean Swift.”
teristic preface to the last edition, not from love of fame, No man could make a sadder avowal than is implied in for then he would have compressed his writing, nor from a claim of sympathy with the great man who now rests love of immediate popularity, for then he would have given where his heart is no longer lacerated by sava indignatio. fine words instead of solid thought, but simply because he Neither, if one may correct a self-drawn portrait, can the could not help it. He saw an injustice being done, and analogy be accepted without many deductions. Swift's could not help flying straight in the faces of the evil-doers. misantbropy is very different in quality from Mr. Ruskin's. It is easy to reply that he ought to have helped it. In that It is less “accidental,” and incomparably deeper. Misan case the book might have become a symmetrical whole inthropy, indeed, is altogether the wrong word to express the stead of being only what it is — the book which, in spite temper with which Mr. Ruskin regards the world. He of incoherence and utter absence of concentration, has believes in the capacity of men for happiness and purity, | done more than any other of its kind to stimulate thought though some strange perversity has jarred the whole social and disperse antiquated fallacies. order. He can believe in heroes and in unsophisticated But we must take Mr. Ruskin as he is. He might, perhuman beings, and does not hold that all virtue is a sham, haps, have been a leader; he is content to be a brilliant and selfishness and sensuality the only moving forces of the partisan in a random guerilla warfare, and therefore to win world. Swist's concentrated bitterness indicates a mind || partial victories, to disgust many people whom he might in which the very roots of all illusions have been extir have conciliated, and to consort with all manner of superpated. Mr. Ruskin can still cherish a faint belief in a ficial and untrained schemers, instead of taking part in possible Utopia, which to the Dean would have appeared more systematic operations. Nobody is more sensible than to be a silly dream, worthy of the philosophers of Laputa. Mr. Ruskin of the value of discipline, order, and suborThe more masculine character of Swift's mind makes him dination. Unfortunately the ideas of every existing party capable of accepting a view of the world which helped to happen to be fundamentally wrong, and he is therefore drive even him mad, and which would have been simply obliged in spite of himself to fight for his own hand. intolerable to a man of more delicate fibre. Some light Men who revolt against the world in this unqualified must be admitted to the horizon, or refuge would have to fashion are generally subject to two imputations. They be sought in the cultivation of sheer cynical insensibility. are eccentric by definition ; and their eccentricity is genMr. Ruskin has not descended to those awful depths, and erally complicated by sentimentalism. They are, it is we should have been more inclined to compare his protest suggested, under the dominion of an excessive sensibility against modern life witb the protest of Rousseau. The which bursts all restraints of logic and commion-sense. old-fashioned declamations against luxury may be easily The worst of all qualifications for fighting the world is to be translated into Mr. Ruskin's language about the modern so thin-skinned as to be unable to accept compromise or to worship of wealth; and if he does not talk about an ideal submit contentedly to inevitable evils. In Mr. Ruskin's “state of nature," he is equally anxious to meet corruption case, it is suggested, the foundation of this exaggerated by returning to a simpler order of society. Both writers tone of feeling is to be found in his exquisite sense of the would oppose the simple and healthy life of a primitive beautiful. He always looks upon the world more or less population of peasants to the demoralized and disorganized from an artistic point of view. Whatever may be our other masses of our great towns.
claims to superiority over our ancestors, nobody can deny Mr. Ruskin finds his “ideal of felicity actually produced | that the world bas become ugly. We may be more scienin the Tyrol.” There, a few years ago, he met “as merry tific than the ancient Greeks; but we are undoubtedly and round a person" as he ever desires to see: “he was mere children to them in art, or, rather, mere decrepit and tidily dressed, not in brown rags, but in green velveteen; effete old men. We could no more build a Parthenon or he wore a jaunty hat, with a feather in it, a little on one make a statue fit to be set by the Elgin marbles, than they side; he was not drunk, but the effervescence of his could build ironclads or solve problems by modern methods thorough good humor filled the room all about him; and of mathematical analysis. Indeed, our superiority in any he could sing like a robin.” Many travellers who have case is not a superiority of faculty, but simply of inherited seen such a phenomenon, and mentally compared him with results. And thus, if the artistic capacities of a race be the British agricultural laborer, whose grievances are the fair measure of its general excellence, that which we slowly becoming articulate, must have had some search call progress should really be called decay. Our eyes ings of heart as to the advantages of the modern civiliza have grown dim, and our hands have lost their cunning. tion. Is the poor cramped population of our fields, or the Mere mechanical dexterity is but a poor thing to set brutal population which heaves half-bricks at strangers against the unerring instinct which in old days guided in the mining districts, or the effete population which alike the humblest workman and the most cultivated skulks about back slums and our casual wards, the kind of artist. human article naturally turned out by our manufacturing The point at issue appears in one of Mr. Ruskin's conand commercial industry?
troversies. According to the Spectator, Mr. Ruskin wished The problem about which all manner of Social Science the country to become poor in order that it might thrive Associations have been puzzling themselves for a great in an artistic sense. * If,” it said, “We must choose many years essentially comes to this ; and Mr. Ruskin between a Titian and a Lancashire cotton-mill, then in the answers it passionately enough. The sight and the sound | name of manhood and of morality give us the cotton-mill!” of all the evils which affect the world is too much for him. / and it proceeded to add that only & the dilettantism of the “ I am not,” he says, "an unselfish person nor an evangel studio" would make a different choice. Mr. Ruskin, that ical one; I have no particular pleasure in doing good, nor is, is an effeminate person who has so fallen in love w do I dislike doing it so much as to expect to be rewarded glories of Venetian coloring and Greek sculpture that he for it in another world. But I simply cannot paint, nor would summarily sweep away all that makes men comfortread, nor look at minerals, nor do anything else that I like, able to give them a chance of recovering the lost power. and the very light of the morning sky, when there is any Let us burn our mills, close our coal-mines, and tear up our
- which is seldom nowadays near London - has become railways, and perhaps we may learn in time to paint a few hateful to me, because of the misery which I know of and decently good pictures. Nobody in whom the artistic see signs of when I know it not, which no imagination can faculties had not been cultivated till the whole moral fibre interpret too bitterly.” There is evil enough under the was softened would buy good art at such a sacrifice. sun to justify any fierceness of indignation; and we should Up to a certain point, I imagine that Mr. Ruskin would be less disposed to quarrel with Mr. Ruskin for cherishing accept the statement. He does prefer Titians to cotton
mills, and he does think that the possession of cotton-mills ruined our powers of expression, it is only because they
- the stupid British public, to wit— thought that you ter insensibility to beauty and the calmest acquiescence in
unevenly distributed than we should have conceived pos-
rooted in moral insensibility. Here is another spitting read story books, dance in a vulgar manner, and play vulgar scene. As he is drawing the Duomo at Pisa, Mr. Ruskin tunes on the piano; they know nothing of any fine art; sees three fellows in rags leaning against the Leaning Tower they read one magazine on Sundays and another on weekand “expectorating loudly and copiously, at intervals of days, and know nothing of any other literature. They half a minute each, over the white marble base of it, which never take a walk; they cannot garden ; the women weir they evidently conceived to have been constructed only to false hair and copy the fashions of Parisian prostitutes; be spit upon.” Is their brutality out of harmony with the the men have no intellects but for cheating, no pleasures lessons taught by their superiors ?
except smoking and eating, and “no ideas or any capaci'y There is or was a lovely little chapel at Pisa, built for a of forming ideas of anything that has yet been done of shrine, seen by the boatmen as they first rose on the surge great or seen of good in this world." of the open sea, and bared their heads for a short prayer. Truly, this is a lamentable picture, which we may, if we In 1810 Mr. Ruskin painted it, when six hundred and ten please, set 'down as wanton caricature or as a proof that years had left it perfect ; only giving the marble a tempered poor Mr. Ruskin is but speaking the truth when he tells glow, or touching the sculpture with a softer shade. In a us, pathetically enough, of his constant sadness, and dequarter of a century the Italians have grown wiser, and Mr. clares that he is nearly always out of humor. The exRiskin watched a workman calmly striking the old marble aggeration is to be lamented, because it lessens the force cross to pieces. Tourists are supposed to be more appre of his criticism. The remark inevitably suggests itself that ciative, and Mr. Ruskin travelled to Verona in a railway a fair estimate of modern civilization is hardly to be obcarriage with two American girls, specimens of the utmost tained by the process of cutting out of our newspapers result of the training of the most progressive race in the every instance of modern brutality which can be found in world. They were travelling through exquisite midsum- | police reports, and setting them against the most heroic mer sunshine, and the range of Alps was clear from the deeds or thoughts of older times. Bill Sykes may be a Lake of Garda to Cadore. But the two American girls bad greater brute than the Black Prince ; but there were Bill reduced themselves simply to two “ wbite pieces of putty Sykeses in the days of the Black Prince, and perbaps a that could feel pain;" from Venice to Verona they per piece of one in the Black Prince himself. Mr. Ruskin, to ceived nothing but flies and dust. They read French speak logically, is a little too fond of the induction by novels, sucked lemons and sugar, and their whole conver- simple enumeration in dealing with historical problems. sation as to scenery was at a station where the blinds had The sinking of the London does not prove conclusively been drawn up. “Don't those snow-caps make you cool?” that Athenians built more trustworthy ships than English“ No; I wish they did.” Meanwhile, at Rome, the slope | men; and his declamations against the folly and wickeidof the Aventine, where the wall of Tullus bas just been ness of modern war, true enough in themselves, cannot laid bare in perfect preservation, is being sold on building make us forget all the massacres, the persecutions, the leases. New houses, that is, will be run up by bad work kidnappings, the sellings into slavery, the sacks of cities, men, who know nothing of art, and only care for money and the laying waste of provinces, of good old times, nor making; and whilst “the last vestiges of the heroic works convince us that Grant or Moltke are responsible for worse of the Roman monarchy are being destroyed, the base atrocities than mediæval or classical generals. The comfresco-painting of the worst times of the Empire is being plex question of the moral value of different civilizations is faithfully copied, with perfectly true lascivious instinct, for | not to be settled ofl'hand by quoting all the striking ininterior decoration." Lust and vanity are the real moving | stances which an acute intellect combined with a fervid powers in all this Italian movement. Are we much better imagination and disturbed by an excessive irritability can in England ?
accumulate in proof of human weakness. The brute surMr. Ruskin was waiting a short time ago at the Furness vives in us, it is true, but isolated facts do not prove him to station, which is so tastefully placed as to be the only ob- | be more rampant than of old. ject visible over the ruined altar of the Abbey. To him To argue the question, however, would take me far beentered a party of workmen who had been refreshing them- | yond my limits and my knowledge. Rather let us admit selves at a tavern established by the Abbot's Chapel at once that Mr. Ruskin has laid his hand upon ugly They were dressed in brown rags, smoking pipes, all more symptoms. We will not be angry with the physician be. or less drunk, and taking very long steps to keep their cause he takes too gloomy a view of them, but be grateful balance in the direction of motion, whilst laterally securing to anybody who will expose the evil unsparingly. A pesthemselves by hustling the wall or any chance passengers. simist is perhaps, in the long run, more useful than an Such men, as Mr. Ruskin's friend explained to him, would optimist. The disease exists, whether we think of it as a get drunk and would not admire the Abbey ; they were temporary disorder caused by an unequal development, or not only unmanageable, but implied “the existence of as a spreading cancer, threatening a complete dissolution many unmanageable persons before and after them — nay, of the organism. Modern society mav he passing through a long ancestral and filial unmanageableness. They were a grave crisis to a higher condition, or may be hastening a fallen race, every way incapable, as I acutely felt, of ap to a catastrophe like that which overwhelmed the ancient preciating the beauty of Modern Painters' or fathoming world. It is in any case plain enough that the old will not the significance of Fors Clavigera.' ” What are the gradually melt into the new, in spite of all the entreaties amusements and thoughts of such a race, or even of the of epicurean philosophers, but will have to pass through superior social Javers ? Go to Margate, a place memorable spasms and dangerous convulsions. The incapacity to to Mr. Ruskin for the singular loveliness of its skies; and paint pretty pictures, to which we might submit with toleryou may see — or newspaper correspondents exaggerate -- able resignation, is indeed a proof of a wide-spread discord, a ruffianly crowd insulting the passengers who arrive by which sometimes seems to threaten the abrupt dislocation steamboat in the most obscene language or bathing with of the strongest bonds. Can we explain the cause of the revolting indecency in a promiscuous crowd ; or to Glas evil in order to apply such remedies as are in our power ? gow, and you will see the Clyde turned into a loathsome 1 And here I come to that part of Mr. Ruskin's teaching and stagnant ditch, whilst the poor Glaswegians fancy that which, to my mind, is the most unfortunate. There is a they can import learning into their town in a Gothic case, modern gospel which shows, as he thinks, plain traces of costing £150,000, which is about as wise as to “put a pyx diabolic origin. His general view may be sufficiently ininto a pigsty to make the pigs pious.” Or take a walk indicated by the statement that he utterly abjures Mr. Mill's the London suburbs. There was once a secluded district “ Liberty," and holds Mr. Carlyle to be the one true teacher with old country houses, and neatly kept cottages with of modern times. But Mr. Ruskin carries his teaching tiled footpaths and porches covered with honeysuckle. further. The pet objects of his antipathy are the political Now it is covered with thousands of semi-detached villas | economists. He believes that his own writings on political built of rotten brick, held together by iron devices. What i economy are incomparably the greatest service which he are the people who inhabit them? The men can write and has rendered to mankind, and to establish his own system cast accounts; they make their living by it. The women is to annihilate Ricardo, Mill, and Professor Fawcett. To