by introducing into the death-chamber two prattling beldames, who, coming to lay the dead woman out, croon over her body a squalid ballad about a louse, and plunge the episode into a conclusion of intolerable bathos? It is in precisely the same spirit that Mr William Davies paints a richly picturesque portrait of an old seagoing salt, whose memory was packed with the rough stuff of romance, and then tears the picture to pieces in a colophon,

""A damn bad sailor and a landshark too,

No good in port or out "-my granddad said.'

The disillusionment of such a finish is complete; it is like a child destroying its sand-castle in a fit of petulance. And the motive is very much the same in both cases, for it has its origin in a freakish desire to shock.

Cleverness is, indeed, the pitfall of the New Poetry. There is no question about the ingenuity with which its varying moods are exploited, its elaborate symbolism evolved, and its sudden, disconcerting effects exploded upon the imagination. Swift, brilliant images break into the field of vision, scatter like rockets, and leave a trail of flying fire behind. But the general impression is momentary; there are moods and emotions, but no steady current of ideas behind them. Further, in their determination to surprise and even to puzzle at all costs, these young poets are continually forgetting that the first essence of poetry is beauty; and that, however much you may have observed the world around you, it is impossible to translate your observation into poetry, without the intervention of the spirit of beauty, controlling the vision, and reanimating the idea.

The temptations of cleverness may be insistent, but its risks are equally great: how great indeed will, perhaps, be best indicated by the example of the 'Catholic Anthology,' which apparently represents the very newest of all the new poetic movements of the day. This strange little volume bears upon its cover a geometrical device, suggesting that the material within holds the same relation to the art of poetry as the work of the Cubist school holds to the art of painting and design. The product of the volume is mainly American in origin, only one or two of the contributors being of indisputably

English birth. But it appears here under the auspices of a house associated with some of the best poetry of the younger generation, and is prefaced by a short lyric by Mr W. B. Yeats, in which that honoured representative of a very different school of inspiration makes bitter fun of scholars and critics, who

'Edit and annotate the lines

That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love's despair

To flatter beauty's ignorant ear.'

The reader will not have penetrated far beyond this warning notice before he finds himself in the very stronghold of literary rebellion, if not of anarchy. Mr Orrick Johns may be allowed to speak for his colleagues, as well as for himself :

"This is the song of youth,

This is the cause of myself;

I knew my father well and he was a fool,

Therefore will I have my own foot in the path before I take

a step;

I will go only into new lands,

And I will walk on no plank-walks.

The horses of my family are wind-broken,

And the dogs are old,

And the guns rust;

I will make me a new bow from an ash-tree,

And cut up the homestead into arrows.'

And Mr Ezra Pound takes up the parable in turn, in the same wooden prose, cut into battens:

'Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.

Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future.

You are very idle, my songs,

I fear you will come to a bad end.

You stand about the streets.

bus-stops,

You do next to nothing at all.

You loiter at the corners and

You do not even express our inner nobility,

You will come to a very bad end.

And I? I have gone half cracked.'

It is not for his audience to contradict the poet, who for

once may be allowed to pronounce his own literary epitaph. But this, it is to be noted, is the 'poetry' that was to say nothing that might not be said 'actually in life-under emotion,' the sort of emotion that settles down into the banality of a premature decrepitude:

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.'

Here, surely, is the reduction to absurdity of that school of literary license which, beginning with the declaration

'I knew my father well and he was a fool,'

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naturally proceeds to the convenient assumption that everything which seemed wise and true to the father must inevitably be false and foolish to the son. Yet if the fruits of emancipation are to be recognised in the unmetrical, incoherent banalities of these literary Cubists,' the state of Poetry is indeed threatened with anarchy which will end in something worse even than 'red ruin and the breaking up of laws.' From such a catastrophe the humour, commonsense, and artistic judgment of the best of the new Georgians' will assuredly save their generation; nevertheless, a hint of warning may not be altogether out of place. It was a classic custom in the family hall, when the feast was at its height, to display a drunken slave among the sons of the household, to the end that they, being ashamed at the ignominious folly of his gesticulations, might determine never to be tempted into such a pitiable condition themselves. The custom had its advantages; for the wisdom of the younger generation was found to be fostered more surely by a single example than by a world of homily and precept.

ARTHUR WAUGH.

Art. 5.-GERMAN PENETRATION IN RUMANIA.

ONE of the most striking and instructive facts brought into prominence by the present conflict has been the unexpected success of German efforts towards peaceful penetration. Articles in previous numbers of this Review* have dealt with the results of that policy in Italy, Belgium and France; the following pages are an attempt to trace its course in Rumania. The task is not an easy one. While in the west the phenomenon is almost exclusively economic in character, in the east, where the Germans found an open field for their activities, its aspect is much more complex and its form perhaps dominantly political and social. So far as the knowledge of the present writer goes, there is no special literature on the subject. Moreover, the powerful and thorough organisation of the system in Rumania, and the fact that it has the sympathy and support of an influential portion of the Rumanian population, bar access to its more intimate aspects. Finally, in the countries now at war with Germany the outbreak of the conflict necessarily revealed the methods and results of that policy, which is still working unchecked in neutral Rumania. For the same reason the writer has had to some extent to censor his own article.

Rumania offers points of special interest for such an investigation. Not only was she the first of the southeastern European countries to establish a German dynasty upon her throne, but she was also the first to be drawn into the sphere of influence of the Central Powers, as an early stage in their move to the East. Yet, nothing seemed more artificial than this association between peoples so widely different in character as are the Germans and the Rumanians, especially if we also take into consideration the constant friction due to the sufferings of the Rumanians in Hungary. Since the political emancipation of the European Near East sprang from, and was fostered by, French and English liberal ideals, the success of the German efforts is the more remarkable. The practical spirit, energy, and perseverance of the

*Italy,' No. 444; 'Belgium,' No. 445; France,' No. 447.

Germans, and the éblouissement which their highly developed state organisation exercised when contrasted with five centuries of Turkish domination, cannot, therefore, fully explain the situation. It was the unfortunate tactics of Russia, coupled with the short-sighted passivity of the Western Powers, which most helped to build up the German policy, as the following considerations will tend to show. I should like to say at the outset that there is no intention on my part of denying or minimising the beneficial effects which German penetration carried with it. The process acquired an objectionable character only when it became a policy-a policy inspired by the conception, bluntly expressed by an Austrian historian, that the German public could only benefit by being less neglectful than heretofore in taking cognisance of the circumstances prevailing in the respective Danubian countries, since the Rumanians, like the Hungarians, belong to the "sub-Germanic "nations.'

The neighbouring Saxon colonies in Transylvania have at all periods provided a varying number of artisans, merchants, and members of the liberal professions to the Rumanian countries. But few of these remained there, for during the four centuries of Turkish domination conditions were so insecure that often the best thing which could happen to these artisans was to get home again with nothing in return for their services. By the end of the first quarter of the 19th century Turkish domination began to decline in the Rumanian countries; and the greater security and abundance of work and money which prevailed during the Russian occupation (1828-1834) attracted many skilled workmen from across the Carpathians. The moment was scarcely propitious, however, for Germanism. The movement towards economic and political emancipation which, deriving its inspiration from ideas liberated by the French Revolution, set in during the first quarter of the 19th century in the Rumanian countries, ran alongside a strong revival of the Latin spirit under the paramount influence of French civilisation. It is not too much to say that the educated Rumanians of the time

* Jul. Jung, 'Römer und Romanen in den Donauländern,' 2nd ed., Innsbruck, 1887, p. 351.