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shadow；　the　sun；　moon；　and　stars；　and　constrain　them　all　alike　to

feel　the　sea。　　Not　a　field；　not　a　hillside；　on　a　sea…wind　day；　but

shines　with　some　soft　sea…lights。　　The　moon's　little　boat　tosses　on

a　sea…wind　night。



The　south…west　wind　takes　the　high　Italian　coasts。　　He　gathers　the

ilex　woods　together　and　throngs　them　close；　as　a　sheep…dog　gathers

the　sheep。　　They　crowd　for　shelter；　and　a　great　wall；　leaning　inland

also；　with　its　strong　base　to　the　sea；　receives　them。　　It　is　blank

and　sunny；　and　the　trees　within　are　sunny　and　dark；　serried；　and

their　tops　swept　and　flattened　by　months　of　sea…storms。　　On　the

farther　side　there　are　gardens　…　gardens　that　have　in　their　midst

those　quietest　things　in　all　the　world　and　most　windless；　box…hedges

and　ponds。　　The　gardens　take　shelter　behind　the　scared　and　hurried

ilex　woods；　and　the　sea…wind　spares　them　and　breaks　upon　the

mountain。　　But　the　garden　also　is　his；　and　his　wild　warm　days　have

filled　it　with　orange…trees　and　roses；　and　have　given　all　the

abundant　charm　to　its　gay　neglect；　to　its　grass…grown　terraces；　and

to　all　its　lapsed；　forsaken；　and　forgotten　dainties。



Nothing　of　the　nature　in　this　seaward　Italy　would　be　so　beautiful

without　the　touch　of　man　and　of　the　sea　gales。



When　the　south…west　wind　brings　his　rain　he　brings　it　with　the

majestic　onset　announced　by　his　breath。　　And　when　the　light　follows；

it　comes　from　his　own　doorway　in　the　verge。　　His　are　the　opened

evenings　after　a　day　shut　down　with　cloud。　　He　fills　the　air　with

innumerable　particles　of　moisture　that　scatter　and　bestow　the　sun。

There　are　no　other　days　like　his；　of　so　universal　a　harmony；　so

generous。



The　north　wind　has　his　own　landscape；　too；　but　the　east　wind　never。

The　aspect　which　he　gives　to　the　day　is　not　all　his　own。　　The

sunshine　is　sweet　in　spite　of　him。　　The　clouds　go　under　his　whip；

but　they　have　kinder　greys　than　should　be　the　colours　of　his　cold。

Not　on　an　east…wind　day　are　these　races　in　heaven；　for　the　clouds

are　all　far　off。　　His　rain　is　angry；　and　it　flies　against　the

sunset。　　The　world　is　not　one　in　his　reign；　but　rather　there　is　a

perpetual　revolt　or　difference。　　The　lights　and　shadows　are　not　all

his。　　The　waxing　and　waning　hours　are　disaffected。　　He　has　not　a

great　style；　and　does　not　convince　the　day。



All　the　four　winds　are　brave；　and　not　the　less　brave　because；　on

their　way　through　town；　they　are　betrayed　for　a　moment　into　taking

part　in　any　paltriness　that　may　be　there。　　On　their　way　from　the

Steppes　to　the　Atlantic　they　play　havoc　with　the　nerves　of　very

insignificant　people。　　A　part；　as　it　were；　of　every　gale　that　starts

in　the　far　north…east　finds　its　goal　in　the　breath　of　a　reluctant

citizen。



You　will　meet　a　wind　of　the　world　nimble　and　eager　in　a　sorry

street。　　But　these　are　only　accidents　of　the　way　…　the　winds　go　free

again。　　Those　that　do　not　go　free；　but　close　their　course；　are　those

that　are　breathed　by　the　nostrils　of　living　creatures。　　A　great

flock　of　those　wild　birds　come　to　a　final　pause　in　London；　and　fan

the　fires　of　life　with　those　wings　in　the　act　of　folding。　　In　the

blood　and　breath　of　a　child　close　the　influences　of　continent　and

sea。







THE　HONOURS　OF　MORTALITY







The　brilliant　talent　which　has　quite　lately　and　quite　suddenly

arisen；　to　devote　itself　to　the　use　of　the　day　or　of　the　week；　in

illustrated　papers　…　the　enormous　production　of　art　in　black　and

white　…　is　assuredly　a　confession　that　the　Honours　of　Mortality　are

worth　working　for。　　Fifty　years　ago；　men　worked　for　the　honours　of

immortality；　these　were　the　commonplace　of　their　ambition；　they

declined　to　attend　to　the　beauty　of　things　of　use　that　were　destined

to　be　broken　and　worn　out；　and　they　looked　forward　to　surviving

themselves　by　painting　bad　pictures；　so　that　what　to　do　with　their

bad　pictures　in　addition　to　our　own　has　become　the　problem　of　the

nation　and　of　the　householder　alike。　　To…day　men　have　began　to　learn

that　their　sons　will　be　grateful　to　them　for　few　bequests。　　Art

consents　at　last　to　work　upon　the　tissue　and　the　china　that　are

doomed　to　the　natural　and　necessary　end　…　destruction；　and　art　shows

a　most　dignified　alacrity　to　do　her　best；　daily；　for　the　〃process；〃

and　for　oblivion。



Doubtless　this　abandonment　of　hopes　so　large　at　once　and　so　cheap

costs　the　artist　something；　nay；　it　implies　an　acceptance　of　the

inevitable　that　is　not　less　than　heroic。　　And　the　reward　has　been　in

the　singular　and　manifest　increase　of　vitality　in　this　work　which　is

done　for　so　short　a　life。　　Fittingly　indeed　does　life　reward　the

acceptance　of　death；　inasmuch　as　to　die　is　to　have　been　alive。

There　is　a　real　circulation　of　blood…quick　use；　brief　beauty；

abolition；　recreation。　　The　honour　of　the　day　is　for　ever　the　honour

of　that　day。　　It　goes　into　the　treasury　of　things　that　are　honestly

and　…　completely　ended　and　done　with。　　And　when　can　so　happy　a　thing

be　said　of　a　lifeless　oil…painting？　　Who　of　the　wise　would　hesitate？

To　be　honourable　for　one　day　…　one　named　and　dated　day；　separate

from　all　other　days　of　the　ages　…　or　to　be　for　an　unlimited　time

tedious？







AT　MONASTERY　GATES







No　woman　has　ever　crossed　the　inner　threshold；　or　shall　ever　cross

it；　unless　a　queen；　English　or　foreign；　should　claim　her　privilege。

Therefore；　if　a　woman　records　here　the　slighter　things　visible　of

the　monastic　life；　it　is　only　because　she　was　not　admitted　to　see

more　than　beautiful　courtesy　and　friendliness　were　able　to　show　her

in　guest…house　and　garden。



The　Monastery　is　of　fresh…looking　Gothic；　by　Pugin　…　the　first　of

the　dynasty：　it　is　reached　by　the　white　roads　of　a　limestone

country；　and　backed　by　a　young　plantation；　and　it　gathers　its　group

of　buildings　in　a　cleft　high　up　among　the　hills　of　Wales。　　The　brown

habit　is　this；　and　these　are　the　sandals；　that　come　and　go　by　hills

of　finer；　sharper；　and　loftier　line；　edging　the　dusk　and　dawn　of　an

Umbrian　sky。　　Just　such　a　Via　Crucis　climbs　the　height　above　Orta；

and　from　the　foot　of　its　final　crucifix　you　can　see　the　sunrise

touch　the　top　of　Monte　Rosa；　while　the　encircled　lake　below　is　cool

with　the　last　of　the　night。　　The　same　order　of　friars　keep　that　sub…

Alpine　Monte　Sacro；　and　the　same　have　set　the　Kreuzberg　beyond　Bonn

with　the　same　steep　path　by　the　same　fourteen　chapels；　facing　the

Seven　Mountains　and　the　Rhine。



Here；　in　North　Wales；　remote　as　the　country　is；　with　the　wheat　green

over　the　blunt　hill…tops；　and　the　sky　vibrating　with　larks；　a　long

wing　of　smoke　lies　round　the　horizon。　　The　country；　rather　thinly

and　languidly　cultivated　above；　has　a　valuable　sub…soil；　and　is

burrowed　with　mines；　the　breath　of　pit　and　factory；　out　of　sight；

thickens　the　lower　sky；　and　lies　heavily　over　the　sands　of　Dee。　　It

leaves　the　upper　blue　clear　and　the　head　of　Orion；　but　dims　the

flicker　of　Sirius　and　shortens　the　steady　ray　of　the　evening　star。

The　people　scattered　about　are　not　mining