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THE BOOK WINDOW. j GENIAL MISS BET HAM-EDWARDS AND HER MID-VICTORIAN MEMORIES. Tell. my friends that I am quite cheerful and tell the doctor that I never lose my good spirits. I mean to keep them to the end." THIS was the message of Miss Betham- Edwards when her useful life was draw- ing to a close. It was the message one would have expected from a woman of her imagination and ideals. It will be found, with much other material of a personal kind, in her Mid-Victorian Memories," which John Murray pub- lishes—a book which she had hoped to see but which only comes after her. Some of us knew Miss Betham-Edwards and her home, the Villa Julia, at Hast- ings, not personally, but by correspond- ence. There she wrote books, reviews, articles, an old lady who looked serenely out upon the world at the end of a long literary career. One of her friends was Madame Sarah Grand, and possibly the best thing in "MidLVicl6rian Memories is that lady's character sketch of Miss Betham-Edwards, as, thus: She was upwards of sixty when I first met her, with a neat figure and tiny hands arid feet. One never thought of her as an oil woman, she was so mentally alert, so wonderfully in possession of every faculty. Judging by her early portraits, she was one of- those fortu-nate women whom age embellishes. The years gave her. more than they took. They left her ,her delicate* f- ooimplexioii and abundant hair, improved her mouth, made her eyes less brightly than they took. They left her ,her delicate* f- ooimplexioii and abundant hair, improved her mouth, made her eyes less brightly observant but more sympathetic, and soft- eiied her expression with kindliness. She must always have been nice-looking, and finally she was pretty. v An Attractive Personality. Here is another vignette by Sarah Grand of the dear old lady whose work she admired and whose personality she y | loved f I can see the little lady as she looked at that moment, her abundant grey hair" coiled high on the crown of her head, and cleverly arranged so as to conceal the too great height of her forehedd, her grey eyes full of interest, a half smile on her lips; and I recalled my uncomfortable feeling in regard to my own height, as I looked down on her, that I* was out of all propor- tion. It seemed assuming to be so much bigger in the flesh than a woman who was so much bigger than myself in a finer way. The life-picture which Sarah Grand gives us of Miss Benthaiii 1 dw uds^-iri- troducing her maid Emily—is pretty complete, as witness further: The dear little lady was a very woman in her love of pretty things. We always dressed in our best to please her. If we had succeeded, Emily would immediately be called that she might, as usual, have a share of the pleasure—" Emily, I want you to come and look at the ladies "-and Emily's attention would be directed to the points her lady- specially admired. But we could never be certain of success before- hand, for her taste was capricious. Expen- sive,attempts, trophies of a trip to France, were sometimes not favoured with a second glance, while, on the other hand, a little something made at home by our Treasure of the Humble, who came out to work by the day, would delight her. £ No doubt Miss Betham-Edwards was a mid-Victorian herself, and, says Madame Sarah Grand- Talent was not at a discount in her day as it is in ours, and she never suffered the | blight of incessant rejection. She came jt into her own when she was about seven- teen, and was received with open arms, if Dickens may be called her own, for it was he who gave her her first five-pound note for a. poem entitled The, Golden Bee, At twenty she succeeded as a" novelist with her first work of fiction, The White House by the Sea, and at seventy, at the request of her publisher, Mr. Reginald Smith, she wrote a novel entitled Hearts of Alsace to celebrate the jubilee of her working life. When we come to Miss Betham- F Edwards's own part of the book, we meet k ■ Coventry Patmore., the poet, as she loved | him: f. He had known Carlyle well and was fond oi talking about him. u Why," I asked one evening, "should Carlyle have written his French Revolution in the chaotic, par- enthetic style of Jean Paul Richter, every sentence being a Chinese puzzle? Why ] replied. Because,to put all | that he had to say in clear, matter-of-fact prose would have required twenty pages instead of one. His book suited the theme; it is in itself ak revolution." An Hour with George FIiot. Then there was George Eliot, living at the Priory, St. John's-wood, where Miss Betham-Edwards was taken to see her: Even her best friend could not introdifce anyone without permission. So I waited inside the gate till my hostess beckoned me, and there I was in the presence of a tall, prematurely old lady, wearing black, with a majestic but appealing and wholly un- forgettable fac§. A subdued, yet penetrat- ing light—I am tempted to say luminosity —shone from large dark "eyes that looked all the darker on account of the white, marble-like complexion. She might have 6at for a Santa Teresa, Seclusion, apparently, was absolutely 1 necessary to George Eliot for her work, and she expected-like Miss Betham- 0 Edwards-to get it. Even so, this hap- pened Her great friend Barbara, handsome, rich, spirited, generous, was one of those fortunate individuals who could never for an instant imagine herself an intruder, never conceive it possible that she should be in anybody's way, least of all in the way of those who loved her. One morning, with happy unconcern, she rang the Priory bell half an hour before lunch and was admitted and announced. Tender-hearted- ness itself, the novelist "rushed out of her study, pale, trembling, agitated, her re- monstrant, Oh, Barbara even more poignant than could have been Sir Isaac Tc Newton's Oh Diamond, Diamond, thou little knowest the mischief thou hast done." They were interesting, the people Miss Betham-Edwards knew, and she makes them interesting to us. ELIOT BUCKRAM. Other Books to Read. T. Outspoken Essays, by Dean Inge. (Long- mans. 6s. net.) Selections from Swinburne, edited by Edmund Gosse and T. J. Wise. (Heine- mann. 7s. 6d, net.) Mountain Paths, Jay Maurice Maeter- linck. (Methuen. 6s. net.) II. "V Saint's Progress, by John Galsworthy. -7s. 6d. net.) Living Alone, by Stella Benson. (Mac- millan. 6s. net.) -Hearts of Women, by Morley Roberts. (Naeh. 7s. net.)

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