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It was a happy
and when she finished burst into gay, delightful applause. The master joined, too, clapping his two hands. moment for everybody. . . .
This Hochschule, as we know, is perhaps Joachim's greatest interest in life, and to it we owe the spread of his wise and beautiful teaching.
FRAGMENT OF A GREEK TRAGEDY.
Cho. O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots
Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom
My object in inquiring is to know.
But if you happen to be deaf and dumb
And do not understand a word I say,
Then wave your hand, to signify as much.
Alc. I journeyed hither a Boeotian road.
Cho. Sailing on horseback, or with feet for oars?
Alc. Mud's sister, not himself, adorns my shoes.
Cho. To learn your name would not displease me much.
Cho. Proceed, and I will hold my speechless tongue.
And, O my son, be, on the one hand, good,
Alc. I go into the house with heels and speed.
I would not willingly acquire a name
For ill-digested thought;
But after pondering much.
To this conclusion I at last have come :
This truth I have written deep
On tablets not of wax,
Nor with a pen did I inscribe it there,
Not from the flight of omen-yelling fowls
Nor did the Delphic tripod bark it out,
Nor yet Dodona.
Its native ingenuity sufficed
My self-taught diaphragm.
Why should I mention
The Inachean daughter, loved of Zeus?
Her whom of old the gods,
More provident than kind,
Provided with four hoofs, two horns, one tail,
A gift not asked for,
And sent her forth to learn
The unfamiliar science
Of how to chew the cud.
She therefore, all about the Argive fields,
Went cropping pale green grass and nettle-tops,
But yet, howe'er nutritious, such repasts
Never may Cypris for her seat select
My dappled liver!
Why should I mention Io? Why indeed?
But now does my boding heart,
And many shipwrecks of cows.
Loud, linen-tattering thumps upon my chest
Resounds in concert
The battering of my unlucky head.
Eriphyla (within). O, I am smitten with a hatchet's jaw;
And that in deed and not in word alone. Cho. I thought I heard a sound within the house Unlike the voice of one that jumps for joy. Eri. He splits my skull, not in a friendly way, Once more: he purposes to kill me dead.
Cho. I would not be reputed rash, but yet
I doubt if all be gay within the house.
Eri. O! O! another stroke! that makes the third.
A. E. HOUSMAN.
I. A WORKMAN'S BUDGET.
[This article is the first of a short series describing the way in which the various classes of the community, from the lowest to the highest, expend their incomes. In all ranks of life there are many who live from hand to mouth, and on these exceptions it is not proposed to touch. But in the majority of households, where there is more than one mouth to feed, something in the nature of a budget must be drawn up. An attempt, therefore, will be made to put down in £ s. d. the proportions of the yearly earnings which are devoted to rent, food, clothing, education, amusements, &c. in average families throughout the kingdom. In so wide a field there is endless variety both of income and expenditure; the difficulty of selecting any precise sum as typical of the various classes is necessarily great, and the dividing line is often very narrow. The Editor has chosen five representative groups. Of these the first is the household of the working-man in receipt of good weekly wages. The second is that of the clerk who earns his 160l. a year. Then will come the family, ranking, according to circumstances, in the upper or middle class, with an income of 8001. a year; thereafter the well-to-do-people with 1,8001. a year, and, lastly, the wealthy, whose income reaches the magic figure of 10,000l. a year,' but who are not to be classed with the millionaires. The Editor is convinced that each province of the Family Budgets has been entrusted to competent treatment. -ED. CORNHILL.]
THE title may stand so, though many dislike-as I sometimes myself dislike the exclusive appropriation of the terms workman,' 'working-man' to men whose work is of the manual sort. Nevertheless, since it is grown a general convention to call him workman who labours with his hands, and so distinguish him among all other workmen, I will save trouble and use the common phrase in this paper. The workman has suffered injuries, real and imaginary, of which we have heard much ; but more than all he has suffered from a pestilent generalisation. He has been called many things that are bad; perhaps more often he has been called everything that is good. His habits are so and so, says one; on the contrary, they are invariably such and such, says another. The truth being that the workman is merely a human being, and generalisation may safely go as far with him as with his race, and no farther. So that when I am asked to write of how a working man earning thirty shillings a week lays out the money, I am put under the temptation to fall into the sin I rebuke; for one might go far before finding two men, workmen or not, who would spend thirty shillings in exactly