CONVERSATION ON CHAPTER LX.

_Mary._ I wish, Mamma, that there were not so many shocking stories in

history.

_Mrs. M._ History is, indeed, a sad catalogue of human miseries, and

one is glad to turn aside from the horrors of war to the amenities of

private life. Shall I tell you something of the domestic habits of the

English in the early twentieth century?

_Mary._ Oh do, Mamma; I shall like that very much.

_Mrs. M._ The nobility and the well-to-do classes no longer lived

shut up in gloomy castles, but made a point of spending most of their

time in public. They never took their meals at home, but habitually

frequented large buildings called restaurants, fitted up with

sumptuous and semi-Sultanic splendour. In these halls, while the

guests sat at a number of tables, they were entertained by minstrels

and singers. It was even said that they acquired the habit of eating

and drinking in time to the music. They were waited upon for the

most part by foreigners, who spoke broken English, and what with the

babel of tongues, the din of the music and the constant popping of

corks, for alcohol had not yet been prohibited, the scene beggared

description.

_Richard._ Well, I am sure I would rather dine in our neat little

dining-room, with our silent wireless waiter, than partake of the most

extravagant repasts in those sumptuous halls.

_George._ I must just ask you, Mamma, about one thing that has all

along puzzled me very much. What was the House of Lords about all this

time that they let the House of Commons govern the country and have

their own way in everything?

_Mrs. M._ I am afraid, my dear George, that you are animated by a

somewhat reactionary bias in favour of feudalism, which in your own

best interests you would do well to curb. It is enough to say that

some of the peers supported the House of Commons, and the majority

were too timid to make any stand against the numbers and violence of

the other House. Nowadays, thanks to the wide diffusion of peerages

and the fact that they are conferred far more freely on persons of

advanced political views, this lack of independence has largely been

eliminated.

_Richard._ I am sure we must all thank you for the trouble you took to

explain about Free Trade and Protection; but if you are not too tired

will you kindly tell us something about the learned and clever men who

lived at this time?

_Mrs. M._ You know, my dear boy, that I am always happy to impart

information, and am pleased to have such attentive listeners. The

authoress of your favourite poems, Mary, lived in this reign. I mean

Mrs. ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. The Rev. H.G. WELLS, the famous theologian

who abolished the Latin and Greek grammars; the Baroness Corkscrew--to

call her by the name under which she was ultimately elevated to the

peerage--who wrote so many beautiful historical romances that she

quite superseded Sir WALTER SCOTT; Sir JOHN OXENHAM, one of England's

greatest poets; and Lord HALL-CAINE, author of _Isle of Man Power_,

were commanding figures in this period.

_Richard._ Oh, Mamma, did not Lord HALL-CAINE discover the North Pole?

_Mrs. M._ Not that I am aware of, my dear boy, though it is quite

possible. But you are probably confusing him with the Arctic explorer,

Dr. KANE. Among the scientific men I must mention Sir WILLIAM

ROBERTSON NICOLL, the great Scots agriculturist who first applied

intensive culture to the kailyard; General BELLOC, the illustrious

topographer, and HAROLD BEGBIE, who discovered and popularized Sir

OLIVER LODGE.

_Richard._ Ah, Mamma, I know enough about the Georgians to feel sure

that you have left out a great many things. You have never told

us about the Marquis of NORTHCLIFFE'S discovery of America, his

introduction of the potato to that Continent, and his building of

the Yellow House in the Yellowstone Park.

_George._ And you have not fully satisfied our curiosity about Sir

GEORGE ROBEY, Baronet, Lord LAUDER, Sir CHARLES CHAPLIN and other

great Leaders of English Society.

_Mrs. M._ True, my dear, but you must read their lives in the

_Dictionary of National Biography_, for here is the tea, and I

must leave off.

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