"Free in her soaring spirit, free in speech, Lifting by eloquence the party game To lofty spheres beyond mean Faction's reach, "What now sheathes England's sword, what shifts her flag? Whate'er Expedience and her Sects require. What prompts her Parliaments?—The Party Gag. "I blame not, I, your politicians' part! 'Tis fit, in phrases of your Commons' school, Your demagogues should learn the despot's art To climb to place and power: 'Divide and Rule!' "But you, the People, wherefore, half asleep,1 Flock you by custom to the party fold, Then, unresisting, stare, like herded sheep, To see your Realm by traitors bought and sold? "Divide what Egbert, Henry, Edward joined ! "Divide! When all the sprites of Air and Fire, "Divide? Not so! What fruits the Britains bear, "I see, I see the free Dominions rise, Free in their Laws, their Senates all their own; 1 "Wake up, England!"-Speech of King George, when Prince of Wales, at the Guildhall in 1902. "But be the Briton's aim, where'er he toil, "O! Speed, ye Ages, speed the blessed day, "Exulting navies, hastening east and west, IN KAMBODIA.—I. BY SIR HUGH CLIFFORD, K.C.M.G. I. DAWN ON THE MEKONG. "Fair Spirit! who doth show But seldom on this earth thy gentle face, For one enchanted hour Imprisoned fantasies may find release; The burning throb of heart and brain can cease; THE little Attalo, her decks littered by crowds of native families, who camped in small groups amid an abundance of bundles, baskets, fruit, betelboxes, babies, and other miscellaneous trash, slipped her moorings from the quay, dropped down the winding Saigon river, and panted out to sea. A couple of hours later she was thrusting her blunt nose into the ruddy waters of the Mekong. -ARTHUR E. J. LEGGE. Tibet; but, alas! more than half of the mystery that made Francis Garnier fall a prey to what he called l'obsession du Mékong has been reived from it in these latter days. Laos and the Shan States and those cruel Kakhyen hills, where poor young Margary lost his life four - and - thirty years ago, after faring alone and without mishap from Shanghai to Bhamo, are no longer part of the great Unknown. White men rule most of them nowadays, have visited them in detail over and over again, have surveyed and mapped them, and have reduced their marvels, so to speak, to pounds, shillings, and pence, and their mystery to words of one syllable. "The Captain of all the Rivers," as Linschoten named the Mekong, with more of enthusiasm than accuracy, is a brave and lusty fellow still, but he is no longer a brigand chief, savage and wild and bloodthirsty. Instead he has These pour out into the China Sea through half a dozen mouths, bearing with them the rich freight of soil garnered during their passage across half the Asiatic continent, which even in historic times has wrought immense changes in the coast country hereabouts. The sight of this great stream of mud-red river imparts a thrill even now, when one recalls the immense distances which it has traversed from its still obroure sources, yonder, very far away, somewhere in the mountains of been woefully transformed into white men, who have filched from him all his most intimate secrets, have measured his pulses, know his eccentricities to a fraction, and bend him to their will and to their uses. a disciplined servant of the last I breathed the air of Malaya,-in mid-Atlantic, in the West Indies, in South America, and all along the old highway that carries one eastward from Tilbury to Ceylon,— and almost I had begun to fancy that memory had exaggerated the splendour of the daybreak in this remote corner of Asia. Now I was to realise that my recollection had only left me a pale shadow of the truth. Even here, in Cochin-China, where he dies uncleanly amid the mean, flat, scrub-covered coast lands, with barely a village to break the dead monotony of the outlook, he is big enough and imposing enough to satisfy any legitimate expectations, and very glorious he seemed to me when I came out of my cabin, just as the dawn was breaking, and took my seat upon a big coil of ropes at the extreme stern of the little ship. I had turned in late the night before, and had found three of the four berths occupied by muffled forms, corpse-like under white coverlets, and every window hermetically sealed. The atmosphere of the cramped space was almost solid. Very stealthily I crept from window to window, opening each noiselessly in fear and trembling, for I knew that I was sinning outrageously against the sanitary principles of the land; but even with open windows the closeness had been oppressive, and the fresh, clean chill of the dawnwind greeted me with the rough welcome of an old friend. And then I saw again one of the marvellous sunrises of south-eastern Asia, a sunrise such as is only to be witnessed in the Malay Peninsula and southward through the islands, or now again in these low latitudes of Indo-China. I had seen the dawn break often since First, low down in the east, the sky waxed faintly luminous, the dead darkness growing wan and sallow. Then a soft pink tinge became visible, and next the sky was ripped suddenly across and across by great streaks and slashes of orimson. As one watched, the intensity of the colour kindled and glowed, as though mighty bellows were at work on the fires of some huge furnace hidden beneath the sky-line; immense waves of crimson spread up and up, invading the shadowy clouds in quick succession, till the very zenith was attained; answering fires awakened in the western sky, till the whole "inverted bowl' of the heavens above me was one huge glowing and glorious canopy. Here and there, where the cloud-banks were massed heavily, the hue smouldered sullenly and was tinged with purple and gold; in places slender inlets of a delicious azure showed, ethereal and pure; and again the flood of brilliant colour shaded away to dim reds and rosy pinks against a background of luminFor a minute or wonderful, all-en ous grey. two that veloping glow lasted, imparting to the swiftly moving waters and to the mean landscape a glory that was of heaven, not earth; and then, as it seemed, almost in a single bound, the sun sprang clear of the horizon, the warm colour faded and died, as though stricken mortally, and presently the magic of the daybreak had given place to the merciless, colourless heat of the white morning of the tropics. As I sat watching from my coil of cables the earlier processes of this tremendous transformation scene, I became aware of the proximity of a couple of natives. They were shaggy peasant folk-Kambodians with thick shocks of hair, round mild faces, and squat bodies, wrapped from ankle to chin in old cloths against the chill of the dawnwind. They stood affectionately hand in hand, shadowy in the gloaming, and so closely did they resemble a couple of rough Malays from the wilder parts of the Peninsula, that from sheer force of habit I spoke to them in the vernacular of that now distant land. They beamed upon me as upon an old friend, and forthwith became voluble and choragic in a tongue which was strange to me-a tongue in which each word seemed to have been rough-hewn into crude angles by some rude cutting-implement. This, I was later to discover, was the Kambodian language: for the moment all I knew was that it was not Malay. The fact that we were mutually unintelligible did not VOL. CLXXXVII.—NO. MCXXXVI. seem, however, in any way to disconcert my companions. Still standing hand in hand, and still speaking in chorus, they continued to beam upon me with their peculiar mild benevolence. I was irresistibly reminded of Tweedledum and Tweedledee; but presently it dawned upon me that they were seeking to admit me to a confidence of importance, and that they were bent upon assuring me of their social standing, which apparently filled them with considerable pride and content. They never released their grip of one another's hands, but with the disengaged members they from time to time made feeble, halfhearted gesticulations. Especially did they display an interest, and a certain proud proprietary air, in a man who lay prostrate, and to all seeming dead, at their feet; and their mild, calmly happy faces, their affectionate attitude to one another, and their benevolent concern for the corpse, had in them something quite extraordinarily engaging. Never have I chanced upon two men who seemed to be more overflowing with the milk of human kindness. It was with a pang, therefore, that I presently discovered, by the aid of the strengthening daylight, that my friends were manacled wrist to wrist, and that the dead man, who seemed so to excite their interest, was their warder, an Anamite policeman, fast asleep! Later on I saw the policeman awake; for on our arrival at Phnom Penh my two friends, still hand in hand, 3 F |