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tween Lord John Russell and the mod- Progress means in another six." The erate Whigs and Lord Aberdeen and Coalition Administration was formed, the Peelites for the formation of a Co- and was soon too engrossed in the manalition administration-that coalition agement or mismanagement of the which Disraeli prophesied England Crimean War to trouble itself about a would not love-interesting letters suitable political designation. passed between the negotiators on the There is no longer, as we know, subject of the name by which the new either a Whig party or a Tory party; party was to be known. Lord John but undoubtedly there are still Whigs Russell thought the word Whig would and Tories, for the political principles best convey the principles of the word co- expressed by these terms survive in alition; but the Duke of Newcastle, a individuals who diminish in number as supporter of Aberdeen, insisted that time progresses.
Conservative was Whig was impossible, and must be dis- first suggested by Croker in an article carded. Lord Aberdeen then wrote the in The Quarterly Review, January, following letter to Lord John Russell: 1830, as a more appropriate party name
than Tory. "Conservative," said O'ConHaddo House, 16th Sept., 1852.
nell in the House of Commons in 1832, My dear Lord John,
"that is the fashionable term, the newIt was no doubt rather a strong fangled phrase now used in polite soproceeding on the part of the Duke of
ciety to designate Tory ascendancy." Newcastle to suggest to you, of all
The term was disliked by Disraeli, who men, the propriety and expediency of sinking the title Whig. It is true that
fought hard for the retention of the neither he nor I have the least desire
older name, and to the last called himor intention of assuming the appella- self a Tory. In "Coningsby," pubtion; but I presume that you would lished in 1844, occurs this sentence: never think of acting with us unless
“A sound Conservative Government,' you were persuaded that our views were Liberal; and assuredly in any
said Taper, musingly. 'I understandconnection with you we should not be
Tory men and Whig measures.'” But prepared to abandon a Conservative the designation caught the fancy of the policy. Although the term may appear bulk of the party, and in time Tory a little contradictory, I believe that
came to be used only in its original "Conservative progress" best describes the principles which ought practically
sense, as a contemptuous nickname by to influence the conduct of any Gov.
the party's opponents. Whig shared ernment of the present day. This was
the same fate. Liberal, which like Peel's policy and I think, will continue Conservative, is broad and vague, and that of all his friends. For one, looking
at the same time catching, may be said at the actual state of affairs, I have
to have been finally adopted by the no objection that the progress should be somewhat more rapid than perhaps Whigs when Mr. Gladstone became he ever intended.
leader. “One of the most beautiful and Ever most sincerely yours, powerful words in the English lan
guage,” is Lord Rosebery's description
of it. Liberal and Conservative are Lord John Russell, as may be imag- certainly happy and expressive terms; ined, stood up for that blessed word but, unlike Whig and Tory, they are Whig. “The term Whig," he wrote, not exclusively applicable as party de“has the convenience of expressing in nominations. one syllable what Conservative Liberal Constitutionalist was at one time sugexpresses in seven, and Whiggism in gested as an appropriate name for the two syllables means what Conservative Tory party; but it did not find favor. Reformer, once a favorite term with a a place for long. Nationalist, which wing of the Whig party, has long gone under the leadership of Mr. Parnell, out of fashion. But Radical, which was substituted for Home-Ruler, seems was first applied about 1818 to Major likely to be more enduring; so also Cartwright, Sir Francis Burdett, Henry perhaps is Liberal Unionist-the desigHuntand others, who advocated a radical nation, of course, of those Liberals who reform of Parliament, bas still a strong ceded from Gladstone on the question hold on the advanced Liberals. Tory of Home-Rule-and it would now seem Democrat-an invention of Lord Ran- as if the rival party names, Imperialist dolph Churchill—is heard of no more. and Little Englander, which have been Peelite and Gladstonian
waxing and waning in popular use for known; but of course personal names some time, will take a permanent place for parties, such as these, cannot hold in political controversy.
Michael MacDonagh. Macmillan's Magazine.
A SERVIAN LULLABY.
Little golden son, the rain is coming, coming
Little golden daughter, the sun has set;
Flowers fold softly up from the dark and wet-
Little golden son, your bed is spread and ready
All with snowy blankets soft as silk may be;
To the shores of Dreamtown, o'er a shining sea,
To the shores of Dreamtown, little golden daughter,
Sail away and sail away till the dawn is red;
Till you wake by Marko in your own white bed.
Sail away to Dreamtown where dream-folk are keeping
Crowns set thick with rubies for gold heads of you;
MISPRISION OF FELONY.
This happened years ago, when West clumps of thorns and cactus-like Australia was still a penal colony. And growths that dotted it here and there in those days-as in other penal colo- were one exactly like the other. A man nies-grim things happened there some- might wander there till Doomsday, if times.
his strength lasted. Lethbridge gave Lethbridge-Lieutenant Lethbridge he up, for the moment, all hope of the was then-was stationed at Fremantle, game they were stalking, and only
man under authority, having sol. tried to find water. None of them knew diers, that is to say, a detachment of in what direction to look; there might the mounted police, under him. He be none for miles and miles, their only hated the place, and no wonder, if you chance was to go back the way they knew all about it; but since he was had come, or, failing that, to keep to there, and couldn't help himself, he the westward, which must, in the end, did his duty as well as he knew how, bring them back to the forest-country. and generally made the best of things. They camped at night in the scrub. He was not a genius, nor in any way The supply in their water skins had remarkable, only an honest, kindly been exhausted long before. Their Englishman, who hated with his whole horses were suffering cruelly, and three soul whatever was base, or cruel, or could be got no farther. Lethbridge unclean, and had learnt from Arnold saw there was nothing for it but to he was an old Rugby boy-to believe shoot the poor brutes. And then they in God, and not be ashamed to say so. went on-struggling along as well as
Now it happened that a man escaped they could, between an iron earth and from the chain-gang at Rockingham, a brazen sky. About the middle of and had to be tracked down and the afternoon the sergeant, Waite, caught. They had nearly captured dropped in his tracks; he had grumbled him once already in the bush on the continuously from the time that the Upper Avon River; but he fought like tracker's desertion had been discovered; a madman, killed two men outright, and, in spite of all warnings, recklessly wounded the sergeant in command of drunk up his water while it lasted. He the party, and got away at last. And was a coarse, brutal man, whom LethLethbridge found himself detailed to bridge had never liked, but one could take command of a fresh party-a ser- not have been human and not pity him geant, six troopers and a native tracker now. But it was not all pity that sent -and follow up the poor, desperate a chill to Lethbridge's heart, as he wretch till they found him.
knelt beside him and found that he They did not succeed. They marched could not rise; it was the feeling that many a weary mile through bush and this was the beginning of the end. But swamp, and at last into the open scrub it would not do to give in; and, at any which is the thirst country. The rate, he would not be the man to do it. tracker ran away, tired of a prolonged “Two of you try to carry him," he and apparently unprofitable job, and said. not one of the party had the slightest But the sergeant was a heavy man, idea where they were. The ground was and already it was as much as they loose sand, the weird, gray, shadeless could do to keep on their feet. They
relieved each other every few minutes; looked at them out of gray, kindly but even so it was desperately slow Irish eyes, and smiled, with the strange work.
calm of those who are much alone in "I'll tell you what, men, this won't the wilderness. do. Two of us had better stay with A ragged white man-alone in the him, and the rest must push on and bush-was, as a rule, a suspicious charget help. We can't leave him alone, acter in those parts. But Lethbridge and you see there's no chance for us was in no mood for asking questions. if we all keep together."
He had even an uncanny feeling about He did not say, "I will go on," and this man-a reluctance to address him. they noticed it. He was the sort of a There seemed a sort of incongruity in captain who always said, “Come;" speaking to him in English, or indeed never “Go."
any known human language. They looked at each other in silence. But presently the man opened his "Shall we draw lots?"
lips, and there issued from them in unOne of the men stepped forward. mistakable brogue:
"I'll stay with the sergeant, please, "Is it lost yez are?” sir."
“We are," said Lethbridge, “and if Lethbridge nodded. There was you know where there's
any water pause, and another man took his place within reach of this place" beside the first.
"It's over there. I'll take ye there "Very good-it's a risk, you know; before the sun goes down. 'Tis not a but then, so it is for the rest of us. great deal, but maybe 'twill do yez." We'll blaze trees as we go along, and His eye ran rather doubtfully over the then, if it should be all over before we five men and three horses. come back to you, you fellows can fol- "There are three men behind-we low." But it was little hope either had to leave them this morning. I said side had of ever meeting again.
we'd go back for them if we found None of them quite knew how the water." rest of that day passed. It was near Hope seemed to put fresh life into the sunset when Lethbridge, staggeringaching limbs and leaden feet. Even the rather than walking, at the head of horses seemed to understand, and the little column, with his horse's bridle pricked up their languid ears as they over his arm, began to think that his eagerly sniffed the air. The sunburnt brain was wandering, for he seemed to man walked silently by Lethbridge's see, moving among the lengthening side. shadows of the bushes far ahead, the “Do you know the way to" shadowy figure of a man.
“I could put yez into the track by to He was straining his eyesight to see morrow evening, if ye camped to-night whether it were indeed an illusion, and started in the morning." when the man behind him saw it too, “But we must go back for those men, and uttered a cry. Then they sent up and take them water. Will it last, do a feeble shout all together. There was you think?" no mistake, the man was coming to- "I couldn't say." And he relapsed wards them. He was bareheaded and into silence. bare-footed, dressed partly in rags and The sun had just dipped when they partly in a nondescript garment of stood beside the muddy pool that was skins. His face was burnt to a ruddy just then the most precious thing in the copper color, and his hair bleached to a world to them. Three of the men flung whitey-brown by sun and wind; but he themselves down and drank recklessly; the other two waited to fill their panni- because, being a trained athlete, he had kins, and one-the youngest of the been better able to resist the temptatroop, who had borne up bravely all tions of thirst; he had had less walkday, and followed at Lethbridge's heels ing, too, as his horse had held out like a dog--came up and offered his to longer, and he declared that he felt his leader before touching a drop him- quite equal to the effort. So the two self.
took up the two freshly-filled water“Thank you, lad." Lethbridge drained skins, and started. it at a draught. "Make haste and get Lethbridge and the rest slept dreamsome for yourself. But don't drink too ily till dawn. Then they rekindled the fast, whatever you do. And I say- fire and hung the billy on it, and waited you-Davies-Miller--stop the horses a ---but there was no sign of the absent. bit, the poor beasts will kill them- The sun climbed higher, and still they selves."
waited. Already the despondency of Soon the camp fire was blazing, and inaction was beginning to show itself, preparations for the night were being when a faint shout was heard, and made. The stranger stepped aside into presently there appeared Mason and the bush, and soon returned with an the two troopers, dragging, rather than opossum-which he had killed and leading, a worn-out horse between hidden not long before, and handed it them. to the men. Lethbridge stood apart, They told their story incoherently, looking uneasily at the climbing moon bit by bit. Waite had strayed away and jaded horses, and thinking of the from them-had begun to go off his men left behind. Suddenly a voice at head, they thought-and they had uthis elbow seemed to echo his thoughts. terly failed to find him. The stranger
“Where was it you'd be after leaving had come to them with the water before those three?"
moonset, had put them on the right Lethbridge explained, adding, “I track by means of the blazed trees, don't see what we're to do. Not one of and other marks which he had himself the men's fit to go another step, and the made while coming along, and he horses are worse, if anything; and if had remained behind to look for we wait till to morrow. ... It may be Waite. too late, even now."
The hours wore on, and they did not "I'll go," said the man, quietly. “If come. It seemed only too likely that ye'll lend me one or two of them water- both had perished, and Lethbridge skins"
found his thoughts dwelling with a "Nonsense!" said Lethbridge, sharply. great fascination on that calm face But he looked into the man's face, and with the kindly gray eyes. Miller's saw that he meant it. And then they voice awoke him from a reverie. ,argued it out. He knew the bush, he "He's murdered Waite, that's what said, and could get on best alone, un. it is. That fellow's an old lag, take encumbered by any wearied men, who my word for it. What else does he go i would need to be shown the way. Some- wandering about the bush for in that how it never entered Lethbridge's head way?” to mistrust him. I suppose it would "It would have given him less trouble have made little difference. He was if he hadn't shown us the water," said their only chance. Lethbridge decided Lethbridge, with some contempt. : to let him go, and the lad Mason volun- “I reckon it's Waite he wants," said teered, and even entreated to go, too. Miller. “Waite used to be a warder at He was fresher than the rest, perhaps the convict depot before he joined the