Know their own strength, and know the world is theirs—­a solemn line, which at this season we may profitably ponder.

[Footnote *:  “The Disciples,” by H. E. Hamilton King.]

VI

MISCELLANEA

I

THE “HUMOROUS STAGE"

I am not adventuring on the dangerous paths of dramatic criticism.  When I write of the “humorous stage,” I am using the phrase as Wordsworth used it, to signify a scene where new characters are suddenly assumed, and the old as suddenly discarded.

Long ago, Matthew Arnold, poking fun at the clamours of Secularism, asked in mockery, “Why is not Mr. Bradlaugh a Dean?” To-day I read, in a perfectly serious manifesto forwarded to me by a friendly correspondant, this searching question:  “Why is not the Archbishop of Canterbury Censor of Plays?” It really is a great conception; and, if adopted in practice, might facilitate the solution of some perplexing problems.  If any lover of the ancient ways should demur on the ground of incongruity, I reply that this objection might hold good in normal times, but that just now the “humorous stage” of public life so abounds in incongruities that one more or less would make no perceptible difference.  Everyone is playing a part for which, three years ago, we should have thought him or her totally unqualified.  Old habits, old prepossessions—­even in some cases old principles—­are cast aside with a levity which even Wordsworth’s young actor could not have surpassed.  We all are saying and doing things of which we should have thought ourselves incapable; and even our surprise at ourselves, great as it is, is less than our surprise at our friends.

To begin at the top.  I have long held the present Prime Minister in high admiration.  I can never forget—­nor allow others to forget—­that he fought for the cause of Justice and Freedom in South Africa almost single-handed, and at the risk of his life.  An orator, a patriot, a lover of justice, a hater of privilege, I knew him to be.  I did not see in him the makings of a Dictator directing the destinies of an Empire at war, and in his spare moments appointing Successors to the Apostles within the precincts of an Established Church.  Certainly of Mr. Lloyd George, if of no one else, it is true that

  “The little actor cons another part,”

and I heartily wish him success in it.  But it is true of everyone, and true in every corner of the stage.  Let me strike into the medley at random.  The anti-feminists, where are they?  They have changed their garb and their “lines” so thoroughly that it is difficult for even a practised eye to recognize them in their new parts.  Lord Curzon is a member of a Cabinet which established the women’s vote, and such stalwarts as Mr. Asquith and Lord Harcourt welcome with effusion the enfranchisement of the victorious suffragette.