CONTENTS

PAGE NOTES—J. P. COLLINS ...... 1

RUDYARD KIPLING—MAJOR-GENERAL IAN HAY BEITH, C.B.E., M.C 3

IN MEMORIAM, MRS. ALICE MACDONALD FLEMING—FLORENCE

MACDONALD, M.B.E 7

"TRIX"—HILTON BROWN ...... 9

BOYHOOD DAYS RECALLED—THE LATE NELSON DOUBLEDAY 10

COULD IT BE BATEMAN'S? ...... 11

KIPLING AND FRANCE—PART IV—BASIL M. BAZLEY ... 13

COL. C. H. MILBURN—DR. ALFRED COX ...... 15

LETTER BAG ...... 16

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Notes IAN HAY'S LECTURE. some obituary notices of the sort THERE were many points for that appear in this issue are no more mutual congratulation about the consolation than the ceremonial splen- annual autumn meeting of the dours and " noble ossuaries " of old Society, as Miss Macdonald suggests in sententious Sir Thomas Browne. But a graceful note to the Editor. There they serve to awaken memories from was a fifty-fifty balance between the the pages of this Journal, where names sexes ; the talk was preceded (or like Fleming and Milburn are solid sampled) by a most delectable tea; guarantee for good Kiplingiana. In and our President, Field-Marshal Lord the case of that vivacious and dainty Wavell, made everybody feel at home. soul, Mrs Alice Fleming (Kipling's Also the surroundings might well be sister, Trix) it is no slight tribute to described in Tennysonian vein as R. K. that his fame has so far eclipsed breathing the calm of Vere de Vere, her and all those around him. for it was in the large drawing-room of We members of the Society in that Kensingtonian hotel where one London must always remember her recalls pleasant celebrations years ago. delightful freshets of recollection, de- Speaking easily, as he did, from the livered with half-surprise and pleasure advantage of a sheaf of loose notes, at her own temerity, and her ventur- Major-General Ian Hay Beith took us ing on further escapades of retrospec- roving through a storied Avalon, not tion with the same half-titter over merely of the poet's schooldays and again. I said to her once, after one of Westward Ho, but through all the chief our meetings, that she seemed to me passages and triumphs of his career. born for something better than books Personally, I relished his furtive and spooks; and then with an touches of disagreement in matters of admonitory finger, she remarked that politics, and still more, the crumbs we one genius in the family was surely were spared of intimacies gathered in a enough. I told her without insincerity certain private post-war club which how much pleasure (and very much the lecturer had shared with the poet more promise) I had derived from her behind the hush-hush of velvet cur- half-forgotten novel, " A Pinchbeck tains and world strategy. But where Goddess," especially the girlish con- he had to touch on the back-draught fidences of the early chapters. Besides, of policy, especially the die-hard there are the glimpses of landscape sort of years ago, I bethought me of the beauty and glory like Madeline's characteristic way in which R. K. vision across the desert by night, as championed his old friends, Jameson seen from the moonlit deck of a liner in and Rhodes, in the days of slump and the Suez Canal, during the intervals of vilification. a passengers' dance. One sentence (On a later page, the first part of the alone is worth quoting:—- lecture is reproduced, and the con- cluding part will appear in the next " A string of camels, roped nose to number of the Journal). tail, festooned like a decorative frieze against the pale sky; the tall, " RUD " AND SISTER TRIX. soft-footed creatures looped along The hand of the reaper is officiously with the leisurely, reluctant shuffle busy in the winter season, and hand- that has never willingly quickened 2 THE KIPLING JOURNAL April, 1949

since the slow descent from Mount Long Island, that these death-notices Ararat." were dispatched, and it was there that Nelson Doubleday had concentrated so Nor need we indulge any suspicions many branch enterprises which in of a fraternal touch in this haunting 1947 brought the firm's total pro- picture. We have only to realise that duction of publications to over thirty she, too, was transparently the child of millions. After which, it is good to a master-artist, craftsman, and ob- draw one's breath, and thank the server, . friends who have sent this budget of interesting reprint, including Mr. Paul A JUST-SO LEGEND. Vernon a well-known American reader, By the way, there is an interesting and our good founder, Mr J. H. C. attribution with Kipling interest in the Brooking. news obituaries of Mr Nelson Double- day, chairman of the U.S. publishing firm with whom he long had such R. K. AMERICANA. extremely friendly dealings. The de- Other Kiplingiana that surge into ceased, as a few enthusiasts may attention include Sir Stephen Allen's know, printed a foreword to a boxed scholarly lecture around that favourite illustrated edition of the Jungle Books yarn, " The Church That Was at last August, in which he told how, as Antioch " (to appear in the Journal a child, he grew interested in a story later), and one that must have given in St. Nicholas explaining how the the profoundest satisfaction to the whale got his tiny throat. Aware members of the Auckland Branch that his father knew the author, he (N.Z.). Here one may add a word asked if Mr. Kipling might be induced of acknowledgment to the " New to write more stories in this vein, York Times Book Review," for print- to put into a book. Father recom- ing a casual reminder of some of mended young Hopeful to write him- the unnoted workers who go to make self, and couched in careful and. up the populations of bailiwicks and approved schoolboy language, the continents alike, all the world over. letter went. But even at that early It reprints a few lines of dialogue and stage, there was the demon of business descriptive from the Letters of at work, and young Doubleday gained Travel, and then leaves these non- an easy promise that if the idea came to descripts to relapse into oblivion, anything, he should have " a penny " silent, indirect of speech, and im- (a cent.) for every copy sold." As the penetrable." The cutting comes from since have sold over our esteemed friend Mr. Carl Naumburg, half a million copies in the U.S.A. the Society's Secretary for the U.S.A. alone, this made a modest addition Another western item contributed by to that youngster's income for life. our member Captain Brock, (H.M.S. Phoenicia, stationed at Malta) con- IN NEW ENGLAND. sists of an interesting excerpt from the Nelson Doubleday was not only Vancouver Daily Province. In it an proud of this early evidence of a excellent and welcome photo is re- sound life interest in the firm's con- produced showing Kipling visiting cerns, but for many a year he arranged Vancouver about 1889 for the first a succession of first-class fishing and time. It shows him slim, graceful, shy, hunting parties in New England, and deferential. He stands smiling, whenever R.K. happened to be in the with his bowler hat raised in a gloved western world. Moreover, he listened hand, and his moustache still has an to the poet reading original verses elegant curl which was to disappear in which, to his regret, were never to see his maturity. He stands alongside his the light; and when Kipling lay ill friend, tall and stately, the city in New York in 1899, it was Mr. solicitor, the late A. St. G. Hamersley, Doubleday's pride and pleasure to take and it would be a pity to encroach on the him invalid soup and other creature refreshing reminiscences the article consolations at a useful time. It was contains,—one which we hope to from Oyster Bay, that pleasant water- republish later. side resort on the " inside " shore of J. P. COLLINS. April, 1949 THE KIPLING JOURNAL 3 By MAJOR-GENERAL TAN HAY BEITH, C.B.E., M.C.

[The first part of an address to Mem- that we had become the controllers, bers of the Kipling Society in London.'] for good or ill, of an Empire—an OU will not expect me this Empire which, to quote a cynical evening to attempt the impos- remark of the time, appeared to have Y sible ; in other words, to give been acquired in a fit of absence of you a complete picture of Rudyard mind, and to have been governed Kipling—of the man himself, of his ever since by a policy of salutary work, or of his exact place in Litera- neglect. ture—within the time at our disposal. That comment contained a lot of All I can do will be to give you truth. Study the early history of some sort of sketchy outline of his the British Empire without bias one career, of his impact upon his own way or the other, and you will find generation, and of his actual personal- that never once has a British Govern- ity as an individual. I knew him ment attempted to acquire new ter- fairly intimately, I may say, during ritories by a policy of deliberate the last twenty years of his life. aggression or planned conquest. Our Dominions, the Indian Empire it- Rudyard Kipling was born in Bom- self, were established in the first bay on December 30th, 1865. I instance by our merchant venturers, came into this world (though this our roving seamen, our young men is not of the slightest interest to any- seeking escape from an island that one but myself) about ten years had grown too small to hold them later ; which means that I was a boy and their enterprise. They got no at school when he began to achieve encouragement from the authorities world-wide fame in his early twenties ; at home : as a rule these recoiled in and from that time, as I say, in com- horror from the idea of incurring pany with thousands of my generation, external responsibilities of any kind. I was his ardent and insatiable fol- It has always been so. When the East lower and disciple. India Company set up a trading THE VICTORIAN ERA station in India in 1600, Queen Eliza- I do not quite know how Kipling beth only granted them a charter stands today in general estimation— upon the distinct understanding that we have set up so many new and if they got into trouble they could strange gods of late—and that is why expect no sort of help from her. And I should be greatly interested to know so on down the centuries. Indeed how the present generation feel about it was only when, with the passage him ; and I hope before this even- of time, these colonies and settle- ing is out that I shall. I am quite ments grew too important, too un- aware that his reputation has passed wieldy, for private control, that the through more than one period of British Government reached out a eclipse. But in those far-off days reluctant hand and took over offi- he held us all in the hollow of his cially. hand. He came upon us like a fresh gale out of the ocean, and blew away IMPERIAL AWAKENING the last vestiges of the prim, formal, And now all these scattered ele- highly chaperoned habit of mind ments seemed suddenly to have coal- and point of view of the Victorian era. esced into an Empire. One of the Speaking of the Victorian era, first statesmen to draw our attention consider the moment at which Kipling to the fact was Joseph Chamberlain, broke upon the world. As a people who, at the time of Queen Victoria's we were just becoming conscious of Diamond Jubilee, instead of accepting the fact that we were responsible for the office of Chancellor of the Ex- the good government and well-being chequer in Lord Salisbury's new of something like one fifth of the Government, preferred to go to the world's population—in other words, Colonial Office, then a very minor 4 THE KIPLING JOURNAL April, 1949 appointment. Note that we called the mother of , him- our greatest Dominions Colonies in self destined to be Prime Minister those days. of England. This Imperial awakening was stim- From that happily blended an- ulated, furthermore, by the emergence cestry Rudyard Kipling derived on of Queen Victoria herself from years the one hand his amazing creative of self-imposed, widowed, solitude and artistic genius—it has been said and aloofness. She suddenly revealed of him that his was the richest and herself to her people, at the time of most inventive literary imagination her first Jubilee, no longer as the since Shakespeare-—and on the other Widow of Windsor, but as a Queen a strong strain of Puritanism, as his Empress, and the whole country constant employment in all his writ- became, as it were, Empire-conscious. ings of the language of the Bible, And then, as so often happens, the especially the Old Testament, indi- occasion produced its herald and cates. Consider the wording of one trumpeter in the person of a flaming stanza of ' ' : genius of twenty-one called Rudyard " The tumult and the shouting dies, Kipling. For ten years his influence The Captains and the Kings depart ; and prestige grew steadily, until he Remains Thine ancient sacrifice, reached his zenith about the time of An humble and a contrite heart, the Diamond Jubilee in 1897. So Lord God of Hosts be with us yet, great was that prestige, and so im- Lest we forget, lest we forget !" pregnable his position, that when in due course the British people began The whole thing might have come to exhibit unmistakable signs of straight out of the Psalms of David. arrogant and boastful pride in their After Heredity, Environment. Well, Empire—swelled head, in fact—he did he had a full and variegated assignment not hesitate to administer to them, of that. His childhood was unhappy, though indirectly, a solemn warning for he was sent home from India at and a stinging rebuke in one. This a tender age, as all Anglo-Indian was in his tremendous poem ' Reces- children must be—in fact he could sional ', published right on top of the speak Hindustani at that time more pageantry and exultation of the easily than English—while his parents Diamond Jubilee celebrations. I shall remained in India. He found him- quote from it in a moment; never self put under the care of a woman shall I forget its effect at the time. in Southsea, who must have been a confirmed sadist. She beat him, bul- R.K.—THE MAN lied him, and almost broke his spirit. Now, before we consider Kipling's He became an habitual liar, he tells actual work, whether in prose or us, just to avoid a beating. You verse, let us for a moment consider can read about that child's sufferings the man himself, and the equipment in the early part of his own auto- which he brought to his astonishing biography, and also in a grim little achievement. story called Baa, Baa, Black Sheep. First, Heredity. Here he was doubly fortunate. He came of our soundest AT WESTWARD HO stock. His father, Lockwood Kip- Later he found himself a pupil ling, was the son of a humble and in the United Services College at devout Wesleyan preacher from North Westward Ho, immortalised in the Yorkshire, the Rev. Joseph Kipling ; pages of Stalky and Co. We should his mother was one of the five lovely note here of Kipling's and highly accomplished daughters almost invariable habit of founding of another Wesleyan Methodist preach- his fiction on fact, sometimes of er, the Rev. George MacDonald, a course in a heavily embroidered form. Scotsman this time. Of these sisters, For instance, we know from the one married Lockwood Kipling ; an- evidence of their contemporaries, that other married Sir , Stalky and Co. were not nearly such afterwards President of the Royal idle rapscallions as Kipling made Academy ; another married Sir Ed- them out to be. Indeed Kipling ward Burne-Jones, the leader of the himself edited the School magazine pre-Raphaelites, and another became and won the first prize for literature. April, 1949 THE KIPLING JOURNAL 5

But that is a common practice among hated crowds and publicity ; he pre- all novelists who put real people, ferred to keep himself to himself— including themselves, into their books a preference which grew on him all —as most of us do. Dickens did it his life. all the time : the portrait of Mr. He lodged at this time—very mod- Micawber in " David Copperfield " estly, for he was not yet well-off—in was taken from his own father. Villiers Street, which runs down to the At the age of seventeen Kipling river, by Charing Cross Station. left school and found himself back The house still stands, and you can in India, where he lived for seven see the commemorative plaque over years, and for seven years only. At the door, with his name on it, just the end of that time, at the age of opposite what was once Gatti's Music twenty-four, he left India, and never Hall, in one of the arches under lived there again. That is a most Charing Cross Station. Here he wrote astonishing fact. It brings home to his first long, and least successful us Kipling's capacity for the complete novel, ' .' absorption of a subject or theme. But he was never happy in London, He brought back to England in that and in 1891, having now made some capacious brain enough material to money, he entered on a prolonged enable him to go on writing, for years and leisurely trip round the world, after, about India, its people, its where, as ever, he saw everything atmosphere, even its animals—just and forgot nothing. as if he were still looking out of a window into the jungle. FIRST VISIT TO THE U.S.A. In 1892 he came for the first time PLAIN TALES. to the United States of America, Not that he did not write while where in due course he founded his he was actually in India. Being second kingdom. He lived there for what he was, he set to work as soon four years, in the most rural sur- as he arrived, and he never stopped. roundings imaginable, the little town He started as sub-editor of the Civil of Brattleboro, in Vermont. He had and Military Gazette, Lahore ; later married Caroline Balestier, who ulti- of the Pioneer, Allahabad. On top mately bore him three children, a of his editorial duties, which seem to son and two daughters, upon whom have ranged from writing leading his entire life seems thereafter to have articles to helping to put the paper to centred. Indeed, if you study his bed at printing-time—the entire staff, output during the early 1900's you he tells us, consisted of the editor will notice that he is writing chiefly and himself, one of them usually for their education and amusement. incapacitated by heat-stroke or malar- He starts with ' Just So Stories" ia—he found time to write short eminently suited to the unfolding of stories and poems. Much of this a child's intelligence, proceeding in work was immature, and a good deal course of time to those glorious child- of it was downright vulgar ; but the ren's stories—children of all ages, power was there all the time. He incidentally—' Puck of Pook's Hill ' wrote ' Plain Tales from the Hills' and ' .' Dan before he was twenty-one—note here and Una, the two children in the his unfailing gift for selecting a neat book, were his own son and daughter. title—also ' ,' which But that is to anticipate. In 1898 gave to the world not only the early he returned to England, for the most Mulvaney stories, but that little part still a completely strange country classic ' The Man Who Would be to him. Here he discovered Sussex, King,'—considered by many to be and with Sussex he fell in love, and the best story he ever wrote—before there lived, except for a prolonged he was twenty-four. absence in South Africa during the By 1889 he was back in England, Boer War, and for holiday excursions where a tremendous reputation had thereafter, for the rest of his life, preceded him. But to be a social first in Rottingdean, and then, when lion was no ambition of his. He was his presence had rendered Rotting- shy, he was very short-sighted, he dean the haunt of motor-coaches and 6 THE KIPLING JOURNAL April, 1949

autograph-hunters, from Brighton, to and dealt with certain aspects of a remote fastness at Burwash. Russian mentality—like this : " Let Such were the various and widely it be clearly understood that the Rus- contrasted surroundings in which Kip- sian is a delightful person—until he ling was born, brought up, and achieved tucks in his shirt." That was Kip- immortality. Immortality is a big ling's way of reminding us that the word, but there are people who say, heavily bearded Russian of Tolstoy's and I am inclined to agree with them day, with his blouse worn outside his that to have written ' The Jungle baggy trousers, was an Oriental—a Book ' alone would confer immortal- much more agreeable person to deal ity on any man. with than the modern Moscow bureau- But heredity and environment are crat in a business suit. not everything. A man, especially Where Kipling seems to fail some- a great man, must add to these con- times as a humorist is when he sets tributing agencies certain definite out to be deliberately funny. He tells characteristics all his own. And these, us, in effect :—•" I'm going to write both good and less good, Kipling something now that will make you possessed in overflowing measure. split your sides." And he employs a sledge-hammer to do it. He has POWER OF OBSERVATION little of the priceless gift of under- His first was his penetrating power statement which characterises his con- of observation, arising from his in- temporary, that master of English satiable interest in all about him. humour, W. W. Jacobs. Most of This enabled him to vitalise every- Kipling's deliberately funny stories, thing he touched, especially in his too, deal with revenge—comic revenge fervent youth. Nothing was be- —so brutal at times as to incline one's neath his notice : he could write a sympathies towards the victim. Take story or a poem round a man, an ele- that outrageous tale, ' The Village phant, or a mechanical gadget. Every- that Voted the Earth was Flat ' ; or thing held romance for him, from a the episode in ' Stalky,' when the British regiment on the march to a famous trio, to avenge themselves suburban train bringing in the 9.15. for some act of tyranny on the part Secondly, he was a master of words : of Mr. King, buried a dead cat under his vocabulary seemed boundless. the floor of one of his house-dormitor- George Moore, no slight master him- ies, with malodorous results. When self, wrote of him :—' Who else since he keeps away from the hate motif, the Elizabethans has written with our however, he can be riotously funny, whole language?' Who indeed? as in ' Brugglesmith,' an epic narrative He had humour, too, of a slightly of how R.K. once wheeled an intoxi- sardonic kind. It crops out all the cated Scots engineer in a police ambu- time in the course of his narrative, lance from East India Dock to Brook often in the form of some quip or Green, Hammersmith, through one epigram. He once began a story— long summer night, it was called ' The Man Who Was,' (To be concluded). To New Readers WE regret that an error appeared interested in the works of Rudyard in the notice to new readers Kipling. Correspondence from new in the December 1948 issue readers is invited, and will be wel- of the Journal, No. 88. The sub- comed at the Society's office at 98, scription was wrongly stated to be Gower Street, London, W.C.l. (Tele- 10/6 per annum. It is, in fact, 25/- phone : Euston 7117). The principal for Home and 15/- for Overseas object of the Kipling Society is to members. Membership is open to honour and extend the influence of men and women of every nationality, Rudyard Kipling in upholding the wherever resident, who are genuinely ideals of the English-Speaking World.

A BIBLIOGRAPHICAL CORRECTION. Captain E. W. Martindell writes: " The Bell Buoy', which was collected in in 1903, first appeared in The Saturday Review (First illustrated Supplement) Christmas 1896, and not, as hitherto recorded, in McClure's Magazine, February, 1897." April, 1949 THE KIPLING JOURNAL 7 In Memoriam Mrs, Alice Macdonald Fleming By FLORENCE MACDONALD, M.B.E.,

Y the death of Mrs. Fleming, only as quickly as English. She was sister of Rudyard Kipling, the never idle, and her mother writes of B Society has lost a valuable and her at that time as showing " constant keenly interested member. She was industry and unremitting application, a woman of rare gifts and accomplish- with an amazing gift for quotation," ments. She and Rudyard were lucky a characteristic she never lost. in their parents, for both Mr. and Mrs. I remember when as children we Lockwood Kipling were highly gifted, shared a night nursery, one of my and their two children inherited their amusements as we lay in bed, was to qualities. Their mother, Alice Mac- suggest a subject for a poem, and donald, had a strong literary turn, almost instantly the verse was forth- and wrote poems, stories and articles coming. from her girlhood. She was also a Doubtless if she hadn't had a witty conversationalist, with a swift genius for a brother she would have insight and vision that could only be made a name for herself in literature. compared to flashes of lightning. She published one novel, " The John Lockwood Kipling was an Pinchbeck Goddess," long out of artist and sculptor, with a knack of print, and numberless stories and acquiring and retaining knowledge articles in the Indian and English that was extra- Press. She also ordinary. He had contributed a a phenomenal story to a unique memory and seem- publication, " The ed to know some- Quartette " pub- thing about every- lished in India, thing. With such and containing a heritage it is stories, poems and hardly to be won- articles by the dered that their four Kiplings. She children were re- and her mother markable. published a volume of verse LITERARY called " Hand in GIFTS. Hand, Verses by Alice or Trix— a mother and which was a pet daughter," and name given by Trix contributed her brother, be- sixty three of cause as a baby them. she was " such a tricksy little Her memory was thing " — had extraordinary, marked literary and everything gifts, and stories she read was re- and verse were tained, pigeon- a natural outlet holed and produc- from her child- ed at will. One hood. As an " TRIX " family amusement infant she literally Mrs. Alice Macdonald Fleming, the only sister of was to give a " lisped in num- Rudyard Kipling, photographed at the age of quotation from bers," and picked eighteen. Shakespeare, and up Hindustani (Photo by courtesy of Miss F. Macdonald). she would im- 8 THE KIPLING JOURNAL April, 1949 mediately continue it till the scene or spirits, and in her later years or play was finished. the gift developed considerably, so IN INDIA that she was able to converse with When her education in England many who had passed into the spirit was finished and she rejoined her world. These experiences had no family in India, she at once became a terror for her, but were only of intense real asset in the English society there. interest, and she wondered why others She was a beautiful girl, and her couldn't see what she saw. She had amiability of character as well as her a swift intuitive knowledge of the brilliant conversational powers made characters of those she came into con- quite a sensation. Even that mis- tact with, and with the use of a crystal ogynist, Lord Kitchener, paid tribute globe foretold many interesting events. to her beauty, and remarked that she Once at a house-party where she met had " the whitest shoulders and the late Lord Balfour and Sir Oliver arms in Calcutta, and she didn't Lodge—both keenly interested in need to powder them " adding " I psychic matters, she gave a lengthy have seen her across the dinner table, proof of her skill as a crystal gazer, and she was actually luminous and while the two sat spellbound or taking would have shone in a dark room." notes of what she said. She was an excellent dancer and a She was a member of the Edinburgh fearless rider, and often rode with Psychic College, and her knowledge of Lord Roberts who was a close friend Yoga acquired in India, was of great of the family. interest and benefit to the members. Lord Curzon spoke of her as fol- For some years she was a regular con- lows : " Mrs. Fleming was the one tributor—under a pseudonym—to the lady in India with whom I could Psychic Press. Of her life in India really converse," and he added " she after her marriage to Colonel Fleming was also distinguished by beauty and I know little, but I have heard much personal charm, which rarely go to- from friends in Calcutta and Simla gether, and are almost irresistible of her brilliant career and also of her when the twain meet." The Kipling kind generous heart and sympathetic quartet were a happy family with understanding, equally ready to help similar interests and vocations, and if anyone in need., either nursing the sick one was writing, and was short of a or packing boxes for tired mothers word or phrase, and asked for help, returning to England. She had a it could always be supplied by one or passion for children and animals, and the other, and the brother and sister could control both. In the Edinburgh with their quick wits often mutually Zoo she had many friends among the supplemented the other's need. wild animals, and one Indian elephant always salaamed at her approach A LETTER-WRITER. because she spoke to him in Hindu- Trix was a superb letter writer as stani—the language he was used to her numerous correspondents can in his early days. testify. In Sir Ian Hamilton's auto- Naturally a highly strung and biography, " The Following of the delicately balanced nature such as Drums," two good specimens of her hers, was over-sensitive, and when letters are given. Strangely enough, she lost both parents within two music was entirely lacking in her months of each other, the result was a mental equipment. She had no ear bad nervous breakdown ; for some for tune, and couldn't distinguish years her brilliance seemed eclipsed, between " God Save The King " and and her facile pen and felicitous speech " Home Sweet Home." As a child I were in abeyance. tried in vain to teach her nursery IN EDINBURGH. rhymes, with lamentable results. After her husband's retirement they SECOND SIGHT. settled in Edinburgh, and we resumed Another gift Trix possessed, and this the friendship of our earlier days, was a doubtful blessing. She in- which continued intimate and close to herited from her Highland forbears, the end of her life. the gift of second sight—her mother And now she has passed out of this possessed it also in a lesser degree. life, but she lives still in the hearts of From early girlhood she saw ghosts those who knew and loved her. April, 1949 THE KIPLING JOURNAL 9 " Trix " By HILTON BROWN. T may seem absurd that one ever, of herself, have written a book should try to write of " Trix " of her memories ; but it seems to me I who knew her only during the a lamentable pity that no one ever last three years of her life. On the took the trouble to sit down with her other hand, I perhaps worked more and—by a process, I admit, of elimin- closely with her in those years than ation—evolve what would have been had anyone else for some time past— a shining record of two interwoven first over my book about her brother, and outstanding lives, her own and next over her proposed London broad- her brother's. cast in 1946 and lastly over her highly Of her personal charm I need say successful broadcast from Edinburgh nothing ; it is sufficiently known to in 1947, a transcript of which has many readers of these words. Like appeared in this Journal. (The cold her gaiety and her commonsense, print gives but a poor idea of how it did not flag. How, then, was she good she was). I have heard it not better known ? Perhaps the com- suggested that in her last years she bination of physical attractions and had lost something of her keenness brilliance of mind was—as it has been and vitality ; that the flame of her to so many women—fatal to her suc- intellect—if it had not exactly dimmed cess ; perhaps she was overshadowed —had perhaps flickered. Nothing— always by her brother ; one feels at in my experience could be wider of any rate that her contemporaries did the fact. It is true she was not an not make all of her that should have altogether easy person to work with ; been made. To the last—or the last to pin her down to the exigencies of I saw of her—she was stimulating and a broadcast script, for instance, which delightful ; she captivated everyone must be compassed within an exacti- at both Broadcasting Houses, Edin- tude of minutes and almost of seconds, burgh and London. I am rejoiced was not the simplest of tasks. But to learn that up to within a short this was so, not from any deficiency time of her death, she was still storming on her part but from the very richness the heights of the Edinburgh Zoo on of her mental store ; you could not Corstorphine Hill—this at a pace say a word to her without firing a which would test an able-bodied man—: train of recollection, a mine of and discoursing with her old vivacity associations ; and her own delight on all her friends in the paddocks and interest in these must be com- and caves and cages. As I have municated immediately to you. said, I knew her only in the very last I have never met a finer or more years of her life and I must therefore exact memory ; she was minute on have missed a great deal ; but at detail and particular on substance ; least I have the consolation—and it is under test, she never contradicted a solid one—that I did not miss her herself. I do not think she could altogether.

New Members HE following new members have Major D. W. James ; Captain A. W. been enrolled since the last Goodinge and Mrs. E. Cowper Tamplin. T issue of the Journal appeared : VICTORIA, B.C.—Captain J. D. LONDON.—Mr. C. T. Nightingale; Prentice ; Mrs. J. D. Prentice ; Mr. Mrs. Valentine Bennett ; Miss Gladys Arthur Fryer, Miss Edwards and Milburn; Lieut-Col. W. N. Pettigrew; Miss Ewing. 10 THE KIPLING JOURNAL April, 1949 Boyhood Days Recalled By the late NELSON DOUBLEDAY.

HORTLY before the death of was for an " advance " on my royal- the late Nelson Doubleday, we ties of a five-cent stamp with which S received from the Honorary Secre- to post the letter to England. My tary of the Kipling Society in the father again agreed, but stipulated United States, Mr. Carl T. Naumburg, that the first five cents earned of New York City, the following would have to go to repay the notable extract from the American postage—and when the " Just-So Saturday Review of Literature, dated Stories " came out in book form, October 23rd, 1948 : it did. . . . BACK-STAGE GLIMPSE HOME-MADE SOUP In his foreword for a handsome, It was my privilege to know new two-volume edition of Rudyard " R.K." very well not long after he Kipling's immortal " Jungle Books," wrote " " stories Nelson Doubleday recalls his boyhood while living in Vermont. When he days, and gives an interesting back- was ill at the Hotel Grenoble in stage glimpse of an unusual publisher- New York City in 1899 I used to author relationship : carry home-made soup from our house at East Sixteenth Street to About my earliest recollection is Mr. Kipling at the now-vanished my avid interest in any story writ- hotel. When he recovered, he came ten by Rudyard Kipling. My father to our house for dinner, along with had many friends in the magazine Mark Twain and Andrew Carnegie, business and he frequently brought for a memorable evening. Later, home advance copies. In one of when I was twelve or fourteen, my these magazines, St. Nicholas, I mother and father took me and my read Kipling's story about " how the brother and sister to visit the Kip- whale got his tiny throat," which im- ling home, Bateman's, at Burwash, pressed me enormously. I went to Surrey. I remember how the im- my father—who was just starting pish " R.K." used to encourage me his own book publishing business— to escape from the schoolroom in the and asked, " If I write to Mr. Kip- house, by a ladder which the gar- ling and get him to do some more dener conveniently left outside the stories like this, will you publish window. " Uncle Rud " would meet them in a book ?" My father re- me behind a haystack some dis- plied that he would be glad to con- tance from the house and we would sider such a project, but that I go fishing, or go hunting rabbits, would have to be careful about my or sometimes just hiking across letter. I sat down at my desk and the fields. in my best schoolboy language composed a letter suggesting that " RATTLE OFF A VERSE " Mr. Kipling write other stories like On some of these walks, I recall this about animals, such as how the clearly, Kipling would hum to him- leopard got his spots, how the ele- self in a rhythmic way, and then phant got his trunk, about the croco- pretty soon he would ask, " How dile, and so on. I showed the letter does this sound ?" and rattle off a to my father and mother and they verse his ever-busy mind had com- both thought it was fine. Then I posed. Most of these were never said, " Dad, if you publish this book, written down and never published shouldn't I get a share in the royal- in any form. There was much mat- ties for suggesting the idea ?" In a erial, too, that reposed for years burst of generosity my father said in the big lower-right-hand drawer that if the book were written and of Kipling's enormous work desk. published, he'd give me a penny for He would write stories and poems every copy sold. My final request on envelopes or odd bits of paper April, 1949 THE KIPLING JOURNAL 11

and thrust them in his drawer. the day of his death and unfortu- Some incidents he made use of, nately were destroyed. . . . others remained in the drawer until

Could it be Bateman's ? R. Somerset de Chair in his there—and of course Mrs. Kipling. book "A Mind on the March "* Kipling showed us the house. ' There Mincludes the following inter- ought to be farthing rush-lights,' he esting reference to Rudyard Kipling : said, ' But I couldn't afford them.' " I have made a lazy perusal of He refused to have a telephone. innumerable cardboard boxes of pap- Now Kipling is dead and the house ers—the accumulated trash of my belongs to the Nation. You can affairs during two years' absence. visit it on appropriate days, and see My wife has had them out on the the room where he used to write nursery bed in the blissful absence undisturbed. of the children at school. The letters I wrote to him once from Australia are far too formidable to study, but about the sunshine. He wrote back there is a box, containing, oddly in his own hand (he took to a type- enough, some old framed photographs. writer in later years) ' Wish I could I was at once intrigued. They de- see some son.' Was it a slip of the picted the outside and inside of an pen ? Pathetic, if so. He had lost attractive stone manor house, with his own in the last war. The father's the date 1634 in old stone over the wound never healed. modest porch. I turned the faded I met him at a lunch in London pictures over and saw that they had when I returned ; one of those social been framed at a shop in Ashford, affairs with a dozen or more guests. Kent. Perhaps I had rediscovered I was eighteen and delighted to be some old English manor house, by- sitting next to Barry Jackson, a passed by the hurrying centuries. producer of plays, to whom I tried Yet the house was oddly familiar. ineffectually to sell Peter Public (which Could it be Bateman's ? Yes, there Cape published anonymously for me). on the back of the last frame was the I talked to Kipling after lunch, told pencilled name. him of The Impending Storm, which What memories that one word was just about to break. ' My God,! Bateman's evoked. I was twelve years he ejaculated. ' Have you taken to old again and walking up the short that already?' He spoke of writing stone flagged path to jangle the as if it were a dangerous drug, which, wrought iron bell-handle. I walked perhaps, it is. Later still I sent him into the porch without waiting for my first novel, with apologies, and results, and there was Rudyard Kip- expecting the worst. I got it. He was ling in the low-beamed hall, looking up anxious perhaps to prevent such from under his shaggy eyebrows with adolescent steps straying into dangerous a twinkling expression. ' I'll bet ' ways : says he, ' that is Enid Struben's son.' He wrote, 17 May 1935, from Bate- How did he know ? He had never mans, seen me before and we had come with- ' Dear Somerset, You are quite out warning. My mother, with more right. I've read your Enter Napoleon reserve than her son, was still out- and, as you say, it is pretty bad. side in the road. Elsie Kipling was But, if the root of the matter is in you you will continue to go on and work *Published by Messrs. Faber and Faber, yourself into shape. 24 Russell Square, London. ' Publishers are not very wise. Mr. Somerset de Chair's latest novel The only test of a book is how it is on the Middle East, " The Dome of received : and all the " Opinions " the Rock," was published in February, and " Forewords " in the world are 1949. (Falcon Press, 8s. 6d.) not any good whatever. One finds out 12 THE KIPLING JOURNAL April, 1949 by failing—as one does in pretty the whole of his young soul and mind nearly everything in life. Therefore given away to anyone who could go on and fail.' look into the future, and see how he I showed myself willing and he handled his resources. Or try out in said ' That is excellent. Now take an imaginary episode, how the notion a period—Napoleonic, if you like— of increased mobility of Artillery came of personal crisis for Napoleon him- to him. Only keep it as short as you self (the night before he left Elba or can. the camp on the Route Napoleon above ' Always yours, Grasse when everything was in the ' Rudyard Kipling '† balance for him) and sweat it out five times longer than you mean to print I attended his funeral in West- it. Then cut down and cut down and minster Abbey and saw him laid, at see if you can turn it inside of 10,000 last, in Poets' Corner. Out of one words. Set it aside to drain like corner of my eye I watched Neville cheese till it don't shrink any more Chamberlain's predatory profile, like and—see what comes of it. It won't something on a bas-relief at Nineveh be lost work and it may be a success.' or Babylon. Possibly Hammurabi. There was one final word of advice, I was sitting opposite him under longer, with R.K. in the corner of the Lantern, but my mind was prop- the envelope and the Silver Jubilee erly with Kipling going down in Stamp upside down, with its Sussex Poets' Corner. postmark. Yet it is really as a prose writer that ' If you ask your Papa how he Kipling excelled. Few people realised learned to bring his picket-boat along- the intensity of the technique. The side his ship, he will probably tell you use of slang deluded them with an that it was by beating her nose once impression of casualness. ' Poke the or twice on the gangways, and her fire ' was his motto. ' It is difficult stem against the landing-steps. That to say exactly what happens, but is all that there is in Literature. But, everybody feels the effect.' Kipling's seriously, if you want an episode of death seemed to bring down a whole about your own age, take the old edifice of great names—the King fol- School-tale of Napoleon and the snow- lowed. Then the great figures of the fight at some school or other when, I war, Jellicoe, Beatty, Allenby—they believe, he held some boys in reserve, all died out of England, it seemed, in and launched 'em at a critical stage a night." of the action. ' In all probability (and it's your † Note—Copyright of this letter is strictly job to make it look probable) he had reserved

Book Prices ESSRS. J. A. Allen & Co., No. 280 " Stalky & Co.," FIRST (1, Lower Grosvenor Place, EDITION, 1899, orig. cl., M Buckingham Palace Road, Lon- NICE COPY. 21/- don, S.W.I.) in their recent catalogue No. 281 " The Absent-Minded Beggar" No. 90 entitled " A Miscellany of 6 pp., folio sheet, with illus. Interesting Books " list the follow- by R. Caton Woodville, FINE ing works of Rudyard Kipling, with CONDITION, 1899. 10/6. their prices : No. 282 " ," FIRST EDITION, No. 278 " Life's Handicap," FIRST 1901, illus., orig. cl., NICE EDITION, 1891, orig. cl., COPY. £1 10s. 0d. GOOD COPY. 21/- No. 283 " They," FIRST EDITION No. 279 " ," (first state) 1905, illus. in FIRST EDITION, 1895, illus. col. by F. H. Townsend, by J. Lockwood Kipling, orig. orig. cl., GOOD CONDITION. cl., NICE COPY. £3. £1 10s. 0d. April, 1949 THE KIPLING JOURNAL 13 Kipling and France by BASIL M. BAZLEY [This is the concluding part of Mr. such things are held of much account, Bazley's address to members of the Kip- and the visit of a Poet, of a man pre- ling Society in London, on " Kipling eminent in letters, appeals more to and France ".] the Department than any of all the crowds of distinguished and titled N 1911 Kipling contributed one people who now frequent the Vernet of his most delightful humorous waters." I quote from this book a I pieces called, " Why Snow falls small bit of Kipling's letter :—" I at Vernet." It was written for " The came here in search of nothing more Merry Thought," a monthly local than a little sunshine. But I found paper published at Vernet-les-Bains, Canigou, whom I discovered to be a near Perpignan in the Department magician among mountains, and I des Pyrénées-Orientales. It is a submitted myself to his power . . . But slight satire on the English habit of this year he has taken to himself talking about the weather, in the his own place in my mind and heart, form of a dialogue between St. Sat- and I watch him with wonder and urnia, the local priest, and two English delight. Nothing that he could do knights who have retired after the or give birth to would surprise me, First Crusade. The knights never whether I met Don Quixote himself speak to each other, until there is a riding in from the Spanish side, or all most unexpected fall of snow out of the chivalry of ancient France watering season ; the inhabitants see them in their horses at his streams, or saw animated conversation and come to (which each twilight seems quite the Saint in alarm :—' " My children," possible) gnomes and kobolds swarm- said Saturnia, with the benignity of ing out of the mines and tunnels of apprehension, " it is neither. It is his flanks. That is the reason, my the weather of which the English dear Monsieur Auriol, that I venture speak. Be silent, and you will hear to subscribe myself among the number them speaking." Indeed at that very of the loyal subjects of Canigou." moment both knights ascended the hill, and, panting but still eloquent, Brief mention must be made of hailed the venerable man. " Did Kipling's addresses given in November you ever," they cried in chorus, " did 1921, two at the Sorbonne, and two you ever see such abominable weather ? at Strasbourg. In the first (they are We were just speaking about it." And all taken from " A Book of Words ") their faces shone with amity and an he runs over his long acquaintance indescribable happiness." ' This little with the French and ends with a sketch is not well-known, as it has graceful tribute of thanks :—" It is not been collected into the ordinary for that reason, Masters, Doctors, my editions yet—a pity ! brothers, that I thank you, very humbly but very proudly, that you THE VISIT OF A POET should have associated my name even In his book on this part of the for my moment, with the august world an American, Mr. Francis succession of frank, joyous, and wise Miltoun remarks :— " Each of the writers who ever since the Sorbonne thermal stations in these parts poss- introduced here the art of printing, esses its own special peak of the have revealed and glorified the unde- Pyrénées. Luchon has the Nethou feated soul of your race." In the . . . Vernet the Canigou." Mr. V. second he refers to France and Eng- C. Scott O'Connor in " Travels in the land as the twin fortresses of European Pyrénées" tells us of Kipling's de- civilisation of to-day, and hopes that light in this mountain, chronicled in they will " re-establish together the a letter to M. George Auriol of Perpig- foundations of the peace of the world, nan :- " This letter is already well not on pious dreams or amiable hopes, known in its French version all over but on those ancient virtues of logic, the Pyrénées-Orientales ; for in France sanity and laboriousness with which 14 THE KIPLING JOURNAL April, 1949 her history and her own indomitable into any respectable bookshop with- genius have dowered France." In out finding several Kipling books the third—very short—he speaks of prominently displayed ; these, of the oppressions of the past ; and in course, are in French, for the number the fourth, also at Strasbourg, he of his translators is legion. Among makes a poignant reference to the them are many names well known on 1914-18 war:—"We English have this side of the Channel : André left there (between Calais and Reims), Chevrillon, whom we must thank for a larger army than Napoleon led into the best criticism of Kipling's work Russia—four hundred thousand of that has so far appeared in any lang- the bodies of our own sons, besides a uage ; the Vicomte d'Humières, Louis multitude of whom no trace remains. Fabulet, Henry Davray, Madeleine They died with your sons . . . They Vernon, Albert Savine, Michel Georges- (these Englishmen) will tell you too Miche], Ernest Cavaillès, Antoinette of the hundreds of kindly, patient Soulas, Louis Gillet, Henry Borjane, French villages behind the lines where Theo Varlet, René Lecuyer, Claude et your people were so good to our Joël Ritt, to name only some of them. people, not for a little time, but Space will not permit me to speak of devotedly and continuously, through the innumerable articles in the literary all those terrible years when yours and reviews, " Mercure de France," that ours suffered and toiled together." pay tribute to Kipling ; many care- He concludes with a warning, unheeded ful studies of his work have been as his St. George's Day Speech in 1935, published. I have spoken of that of a future German attack. by M. Chevrillon ; M. Abel Chevalley and M. Marcel Brion have also pro- SOUVENIRS OF FRANCE duced work about him rather better Let us now return to Souvenirs of than anything his own country has France. On a motor-car tour in some to offer. year before 1914, probably, we read this :—" Then was revealed to us, BALLADS IN RHYMED FRENCH season after season, the immense SLANG and amazing beauty of France ; the We ought to be grateful to M. Brion, laborious thrift of her people, and a not only for his clever appreciation little of their hard philosophy ; the but for including some of the Barrack- excellence of her agriculture and. the Room Ballads, translated into rhymed forethought and system of her fores- French slang in a marvellous way by try. Some of our Indian forestry M. L. H. Nouveau. Here is ""— officials had had their training at the first two lines in English run thus :- Nancy, and had always told me about I went into a public-'ouse to get it." Here is a tribute to the kindliness a pint o'beer, that most English people experience The publican 'e up an' sez, " We in France :—" With one exception— serve no red-coats here." and he was a douanier fortified with Here is M. Nouveau's rendering :— brandy against the terrible rain of Je suis entré d1 dans un bistro pour the Nord—I have in twenty-five boire un' chope d' bière—- years' road-travel met nothing but L'patron s'a l'vé pis y a dit " On sert kindness and prompt help from every pas l'militaire." one—even from my ancient friends, Les bonich's derrièr'e l'comptoir, the gendarmes." riaient à en crever. The French repay Kipling's love Je r'sors dans l'rue encore une fois. for them by the respect in which they " Tout d'même " que je me disais : hold him. The number of his per- C'est Tommy ceci, Tommy cela et— sonal friends, eminent and unknown to Tommy va t'promener— fame, must have been enormous ; Mais c'est " Merci Monsieur Atkins " we get some evidence of this from quand la clique commence à jouer. letters that passed between him and La cliqu' commence à jouer, hé les some of the great ones of France. In gars, this connection we may mention La cliqu' commence à jouer. Clemenceau, Chevrillon, Henri Bord- Oh c'est " Merci Monsieur Atkins " eaux, Vicomte d'Humières, and many quand la clique commence à others. It is hardly possible to go jouer. April, 1949 THE KIPLING JOURNAL 15

M. Nouveau also translates "Shillin' a Roule ton corps las, mon petit Day," and in M. Brion's book are some nageur, others, as " The Song of the English " Ni vent, ni requin t'éveille ou te done by Maud Handall and Daniel blesse Rosé. Dormant dans les bras des lents M. Louis Fabulet and M. le Vicomte flots berceurs. Robert d'Humières in the same book give an admirable rendering of the With these tributes to a poet and introductory song to " The White prose writer of another nation we may Seal : "— fitly close. As M. Chevrillon has Oh ! hush thee, my baby, the night shown us in his masterly study, the is behind us, French have developed analysis of And black are the waters that an author's meaning to a fine art ; sparkled so green. Kipling has returned the compliment In French it runs :— by analysing their ideas and acts. Dors, mon baby, la nuit est derrière He concludes his Souvenirs of France nous, with the words :—" And these are Et noires sont les eaux qui luisaient some of the reasons why I love France." si vertes ; From the small number of instances Par-dessus les brisants la lune nous that I have had space to give, it would cherche seem that that love is fully returned. Au repos entre leurs seins soyeux et I feel sure that Kipling, proud as he doux. was of being English, would have been Ou flot touche flot, fais là ton glad to know that he was also, AMI nid clos, de la FRANCE.

Col. C. H. Milburn [The following note is contributed by He was appointed Lieut.-Colonel Com- Dr. Alfred Cox]. manding, 2nd Northumbrian Bri- gade, Royal Field Artillery, (T) and S an old friend of nearly 50 retired " With Rank and Uniform " years standing it is an honour to on termination of 4 years command. A be asked to commemorate Charles He was awarded the Volunteer Decor- Henry Milburn in the Kipling Journal, ation in 1906, and was appointed an a most appropriate place. It would Officer of the Order of the British be difficult to find a man who more Empire, (Military Division) in 1919. faithfully filled " the unforgiving min- How he managed all this when, to- ute with sixty seconds worth of gether with his practice, he was ex- distance run." Milburn was very ceedingly active in all public affairs versatile, but unlike many versatile in Hull, is a mystery only solved by people his motto was " thorough." those busy people who can always I knew him best as a competent find time to be useful. He was a surgeon who took an active part in Justice of the Peace for Kingston- the British Medical Association, of upon-Hull, and a Deputy-Lieutenant which I was at one time Medical for the East Riding of Yorkshire. Secretary. As a keen soldier he was His activities also included the Boy particularly useful in the long battle Scouts, the Church Lads Brigade, St. with the War Office which ended in John Ambulance Association (he was the conferring of military rank* on elected an Esquire of the Order in Army doctors, and the eventual 1902) ; British Legion and the Empire establishment of the R.A.M.C, which movement. has just seen its Jubilee. He served in France from 1915 to MANY ACTIVITIES 1917 ; and in 1918 was appointed Though a very busy doctor, he took the first Commissioner of Health every qualification open to him as a Services for Yorkshire, by the Min- combatant Territorial Artilleryman. istry of Health. He then took up 16 THE KIPLING JOURNAL April, 1949 residence in Harrogate, where he The members of the Kipling Society resumed many of his old activities, know much more about his interest and took on others ; one being an in their movement than I do, but his interest in archaeology, which led Mends were never allowed to forget him to collaborate in a history of one that among his literary affections, of the Harrogate Churches. R.K. stood very high.

Letter Bag Correspondents are asked to keep letters for publication as short as possible. LISTS OF FAVOURITE STORIES illustrations!" " But I think he ap- HAVE just received my copy of proved of those to " The Edge of the the Journal for July 1948 and Evening" by Maurice Greiffenhagen in I have read with great interest the Pall Mall Magazine Xmas No. for the letter on the above subject from 1913. The full-page in colour of the Lt.-Col. Bagwell-Purefoy. As a de- examination of the spy's plans in votee of Kipling for the past 50 years— Flora's Temple could hardly be better- ever since, as a small boy I obtained ed. Quite as good too, are the black and treasured a shilling paper-covered and whites by C. E. Brock, R.I. copy of " Departmental Ditties "— illustrating " Fairy Kist " in the I consider that it would be difficult February, 1928 Strand, the f p. of to better your correspondent's Lists Wollin in the cellar is of the " make " A and B. But I wonder why he kind. Then we have the stories " The describes as " Abominable Stories " Devil And The Deep Sea " and " Bread " The Incarnation of Krishna Mul- Upon the Waters" in the Graphic vaney," " The Horse Marines," " Steam Xmas No. for 1895 and 1896 res- Tactics," " The Honours of War " pectively with two full page illustrations and " The Captive." These are, in by Frank Brangwyn. But these three my opinion, some of the best stories are giants, and there are many dwarfs. that Kipling wrote. His greatest Also the recompense for second- admirers will admit that a vein of raters, who may become firsts, is cruelty runs through a number of greater in the U.S.A. than here. the stories, the result, I always feel, André Castaigne's pictures to " Puck of his experiences at Southsea as of Pooks Hill " in " St. Paul's described in " Baa, Baa, Blacksheep." Magazine " in 1906, there called This does not, however, detract from "Robin Goodfellow—His Friends" their value and never appears, so far could hardly be improved upon, but as I am aware, in any stories con- he was not the man to depict fairies, cerned with children or animals except so the American publishers of the perhaps in the case of Shere Khan. book wisely commissioned our Arthur MOSTYN SILVESTER, East African Pro- Rackham to increase its charm by fessional Hunters' Assn., Box 825, four full-page colour plates. Nairobi, Kenya Colony. Those readers who collected most "BOOK ILLUSTRATION" of the " Debits and Credits " stories While in broad agreement with from Good Housekeeping and Nash's Mr. J. P. Collins' opinion re " book- Pall Mall Magazine of 1924-5 dates illustration " in K.J. No. 88, I would will, I think agree, that many of the regretfully remark that the U.S.A. has illustrations are good. Edmund Dulac been more fortunate in this respect is responsible for those to " The than ourselves. I think most leaders Enemies to each Other " (Good would agree that illustrations tend Housekeeping August 1924), and those either to make or mar a story, there to " A Madonna of the Trenches " by is no middle way. Kipling himself H. M. Stoops (Nash's September 1924) was so sure of the marring of his if grim, have the right atmosphere. " My Sunday At Home " in the I consider the worst Kipling illustra- " Idler," that he stipulated "No tion is one to "The Last Relief" in April, 1949 THE KIPLING JOURNAL 17 the 1st No. of the Ludgate Monthly for biologically of course, sans mysticism, May 1891. it is. NORTHERN MEMBER. I welcome Mr. Collins' suggestion of the formation of a Committee on THE EGG Kipling Illustrations, and wonder it Your correspondent " Heron " is has not been mooted earlier. Should mistaken in thinking that no one has one be formed I would compile a dealt with this subject in the Kipling list—no small one—of all I have, in Journal. The Egg whence all creation chronological order. And one of them issued is alluded to in ' They,' and would, I think appear in no other list. also in ' The King's Ankus.' I wrote G. E. ELWELL, Regent House, Ramsey, an explanatory article which, by Isle Of Man. courtesy of the Editor, was pub- LIFE'S SOURCE lished in No. 66 of the Journal, July, Replying to " Heron " and his 1943. inquiry about " They " and the " Egg", It is quite likely that no more the story was discussed on both sides copies of this number are available. of the Atlantic, almost ad nauseam, If this actually is the case I shall be from its first appearance in Scribners pleased to let " Heron " have my copy Magazine, to years after its appearance on loan, if he (or she) wishes to pur- in book form. For months in 1906 sue the enquiry further. the comments on, and explanations of, A. J. C. TINGEY, " Maryland," 55, the story practically monopolised the Church Street, Epsom, Surrey. correspondence columns of T.P's Weekly. "Heron" writes: "I am sorry to The plot of the story should have have troubled you for I was recently been clear to all, and they were many— re-reading Journal No. 66 (July, who knew of Kipling's illness and 1943) and then remembered Mr. Tingey's bereavement in New York. " Seeing letter. I am most grateful to him and the Egg " was and is claimed to be to Northern Member for their new the special gift of Rosicrucians, Mys- letters, which are between them just tics, Theosophists, etc. Seeing is what I have been wanting. I have believing, and if you don't see it ... ? had no difficulty with the story " They " It is supposed to be the symbol of all at any time, but "Seeing the Egg" creation and life's source, which, is quite a distinct thing of itself."—Ed. Kipling's Dogs N interesting letter appeared Hounds, Royal ; May Queen ; Beagle in a recent issue of the Estate Boy ; Miss Sichliffe's Dog, Hervey ; A Magazine, sent by Mr. R. E. Mr. Attley's Bettina ; Kotuko's Sleigh Harbord, on the subject of Kipling's dog, Kotuko ; Hunt Foxhound, Rava- dogs. The letter runs as follows :— gar ; Scottie, ; Scottie, Slippers ; " How could Mr. James E. Carver and others." write an article with " Writers Who Loved Dogs," in the June Estate To this the Editor of the Estate Magazine, without mentioning Kip- Magazine in a footnote replied : ling's many dogs ? I know of over " Thank you for the interest which 50 in prose alone. Kipling men- you have taken in the article " Writers tions his own dogs—(a) Vixen (or Who Loved Dogs." It was necessary Vicy) Terrier bitch, (b) Malachi (or for me to cut out one or two things Mike), (c) Mr. Wardle a Terrier, from this article owing to the paper and we know Kipling had a much- shortage, but even so, Mr. Carver loved Scottie, but there are more did not refer to any of Kipling's famous dogs in his stories. Here is many dogs. Kipling almost needs a list of a few of them : Strickland's a special article to do the job properly, Rampur bitch, Tietjens : Ortheris' for he had much to say about dogs, Bull terrier, Garm ; Farmer Cloke's including " Your Servant," and the "Hound," Rambler; Old Iggulden's ever famous quotation : " Never give Sheep dog, Scottie ; Colonel's Wife's your heart to a dog to tear." When Fox terrier, Rip ; Learoyd's Mongrel, at some future date we have another Blast ; Learoyd's Rampur, Jock ; Or- article upon writers who loved dogs, theris' Rampur, Blue Rot ; Gihon Hunt' Kipling will most certainly be included"

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