• CORRESPONDENCE.
ECHOES FROM AUVERGNE.
La Bourboule, July 2nd. WE had heard through telegrams and short paragraphs in the French papers of the sinking of the ' Victoria ' before the Spectator of July 1st came to us here, in these far-away high- lands of Auvergne; but yours was the first trustworthy account in any detail which reached us. I am sure that others must have felt as thankful to you as I did, for your word was worthy the occasion, and told as it should be told, one of the stories which ennoble a nation, and remain a ItTnittot g; AE4 for all time. The lonely figure on the bridge is truly, as you say, a subject for a great pictorial artist, and belongs "rather to the poet than the journalist ; " and one trusts that Sir George Tryon's may stand out hereafter in worthy verse as one of "the few clarion names "in our annals. But it was surely the noble steadfastness of all, from Admiral to stoker, which has once more given us all " that leap of heart whereby a people rise " to a keener consciousness of the meaning of national life. I think one feels it even more out here amongst strangers than one would have felt it at home, and can give God thanks that the old ideal has come out again in the sinking of the 'Victoria' as it did in that of the Birkenhead 'forty years ago, when the ship's boats took off all the women and children, and the big ship went down at last "still under steadfast men."
Those are, as you know, the words of Sir Francis Doyle, who gave voice to the mixed anguish and triumph of the nation in worthy verse. I heard the great story from the lips of one of the simplest of men, Colonel Wright, who as a subaltern had formed the men up on the deck of the Birkenhead ' under Colonel Seton, and stood at his place on the right of the line when she broke in two. He was entangled for some moments in the sinking wreck, but managed to free himself, and, being a famous swimmer, rose to the surface, and struck out for the shore amongst a number of the men. It must have been one of the most trying half-hours that men ever went through ; for, as they swam and cheered one another, now and again a comrade would suddenly disappear, and they knew that one of the huge sharks they had seen from the deck, passing backwards and forwards under the doomed ship, was amongst them. When they bad all but reached the shore the man who swam by Wright's side was taken. When I heard the tale, he was Assistant-Inspector of Volunteers under Colonel McMurdo, and going faithfully through his daily work. Strange to say, neither Horse Guards nor War Office had taken any note of that unique deck-parade and swim for life, and Ensign Wright had risen slowly to be Major, and Sub-Inspector of Volunteers. Stranger still, lie seemed to think it all right, and there was no trace of resentment or jealousy in his plain statement of the facts ; which, indeed, I had to draw out by cross-questioning on our march from the Regent's Park to our headquarters in Blooms- bury. I was so moved by the story that I wrote it all to Mr. Cardwell, then at the War Office, and had the pleasure of seeing Major Wright's name in the next Gazelle amongst the new C.B.'s.
Well, well! It does one good now and then to breathe for a little in a rarer and nobler atmosphere than that of everyday, into which we must after all sink, and live there for nine-tenths of our time,—like the old fish-wife, Mucklebackit, going back to mending the old nets and chaffering over the price of her- rings which have been bought by men's lives. And here we have great placards just out, announcing " Fetes de jour at de nuit," with, donkey-races and all manner of games, and fire- works, including an " embrasement general," whatever that may forebode. "This life would be quite endurable but for its amusements," said Sir G. Cornewall Lewis, a wise man and excellent Minister of the Crown.
Our first Sunday at La Bourboule has been edifying from the Sabbatarian point of view, and I shouldn't wonder if the good little parson who is taking the duty here during the bathing-season holds it up to us for instruction next Sunday, if he can get a room for service, and a congregation. There is no English church, and from what -I hear not much prospect of an arrangement for joint worship in the French Protestant Church, which was almost concluded, being car- ried out. Unfortunately, a succession of young Ritualists have managed to alarm the French Protestant pastor and his small flock, by treating them as Dissenters, and making friends ostentatiously with the Roman Catholic priests. However, happily the present incumbent (or whatever he should be called) is a sensible moderately broad Churchman, who it may be hoped will bring things straight again. Bat to return to my Sabbatarian story. An 4nglish lady fond of equestrian exercise hired horses for herself and a friend, and invited the able and pleasant young Irish- man who doctors us all, and is also churchwarden, to accom- pany them for a ride in these lovely mountains. They started from this hotel, and, as it happened, just as the parson was coming by ; so, not being quite easy in their consciences (I suppose), asked him if he saw any harm in it. To this he replied, sensibly enough, that it was their fight, not his ; and if they saw none, he had nothing to say. So off they rode, meaning certainly to be back by 8 p.m. for supper. I was about till nearly 9, when they had not turned-up ; and next morning I heard the conclusion of the whole matter. The Doctor's horse cast a shoe, and had to be led home, limping slightly; while the lady's horse came back dead-lame, and her companion's steed with both knees broken ! Judging by the unmistakable talent of these good Bourboulais for appre- ciating the value to their guests of their water and other' possessions, I should say that this Sunday ride will prove a costly indulgence to the excursionists.
VACUIIS VIATOR,
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