‘Yes, yes, the Royal Sport Nautique is the oldest club in Belgium.’

‘We number two hundred.’

’We’—­this is not a substantive speech, but an abstract of many speeches, the impression left upon my mind after a great deal of talk; and very youthful, pleasant, natural, and patriotic it seems to me to be—­’We have gained all races, except those where we were cheated by the French.’

‘You must leave all your wet things to be dried.’

’O! entre freres!  In any boat-house in England we should find the same.’ (I cordially hope they might.)

‘En Angleterre, vous employez des sliding-seats, n’est-ce pas?’

’We are all employed in commerce during the day; but in the evening, voyez-vous, nous sommes serieux.’

These were the words.  They were all employed over the frivolous mercantile concerns of Belgium during the day; but in the evening they found some hours for the serious concerns of life.  I may have a wrong idea of wisdom, but I think that was a very wise remark.  People connected with literature and philosophy are busy all their days in getting rid of second-hand notions and false standards.  It is their profession, in the sweat of their brows, by dogged thinking, to recover their old fresh view of life, and distinguish what they really and originally like, from what they have only learned to tolerate perforce.  And these Royal Nautical Sportsmen had the distinction still quite legible in their hearts.  They had still those clean perceptions of what is nice and nasty, what is interesting and what is dull, which envious old gentlemen refer to as illusions.  The nightmare illusion of middle age, the bear’s hug of custom gradually squeezing the life out of a man’s soul, had not yet begun for these happy-starred young Belgians.  They still knew that the interest they took in their business was a trifling affair compared to their spontaneous, long-suffering affection for nautical sports.  To know what you prefer, instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive.  Such a man may be generous; he may be honest in something more than the commercial sense; he may love his friends with an elective, personal sympathy, and not accept them as an adjunct of the station to which he has been called.  He may be a man, in short, acting on his own instincts, keeping in his own shape that God made him in; and not a mere crank in the social engine-house, welded on principles that he does not understand, and for purposes that he does not care for.

For will any one dare to tell me that business is more entertaining than fooling among boats?  He must have never seen a boat, or never seen an office, who says so.  And for certain the one is a great deal better for the health.  There should be nothing so much a man’s business as his amusements.  Nothing but money-grubbing can be put forward to the contrary; no one but