which is above all praise, had not told it, this circumstance would have been still a secret; but, when he sat there, as the Ambassador from the King of France, he mentioned the benefit he had derived from this Society, and in the presence of him who died Prime Minister of England, publicly declared his thanks to the Literary Fund. I said that our Society was a bond that held the nations of the world together.'

The concluding pages of 'Claims of Literature' are given to a list of donations and subscriptions. Among the subscribers is printed the name of R. B. Sheridan, Esq., but with no figure to it. These words have been added by a subsequent Treasurer in the Fund's own copy of the work: No entry in cash book of any payment.

The Fund to-day has no other habitation than two rooms in a large building consisting of offices; but for some time, beginning with 1805, it possessed a houseNo. 36, Gerrard Street, Soho, next door to that formerly occupied by Burke. With this house began the very intimate interest in the Fund which was displayed by the then Prince of Wales, who not only made over 2321. a year from the revenue of the Duchy of Cornwall for the maintenance of the headquarters, but cared for the Fund to such purpose that when, as George IV, he died, he had enriched it to the extent of 54551. Os. Od. Let this not be forgotten!

It was at 36, Gerrard Street, that Williams, by a charming symmetrical dispensation, spent, as an honoured guest of his own Fund, the declining years of his life. His health was now seriously impaired; and, as he had never laid up any worldly gear, he was badly in need of uch support. But, as the reader will feel assured, he was not willing to be merely an inmate, but had the elicity of watching his dream come more and more true, s he sat daily in the drawing-room with a marble bust f Mr Newton, an eminent benefactor of the Society, on ne side of him, and one of himself in the opposite orner.' Here he received visits from the needy and innired into the merits of each case. We can imagine him, spite of bodily infirmities, happy at last. Mr Newton, the way, who claimed to be a direct descendant of r Isaac, was so much the friend of the Fund that e bequeathed to it in 1806 an estate in Whitechapel,

which brings in about 300l. a year, and also the sum of 81677. 15s. Od. Both busts are preserved in the Council room of the Fund; that of Williams is by Westmacott, ' a testimony of respect to the Fund.'

The house, it may be said here, was given up in 1818, and thereafter the Fund was administered only in offices; but when, about 1857, Dickens, Dilke of 'The Athenæum,' and John Forster entered upon a campaign against what they held to be certain breaches of trust on the part of the administrators of the Fund (the principal result of their efforts being the extension of benefits to include contributors to periodical literature, who had previously been debarred), they laid great emphasis on the import ance of reviving the idea of headquarters, where a welcome would be given to the young necessitous author from the country, arriving in London, friendless, with his book in his hand.

Williams lived on in the Gerrard Street house attended by his niece, until June 29, 1816, when he die peacefully and was buried in the churchyard of St Anne' close by. Inscribed either on his tombstone or on tablet were these words:

'DAVID WILLIAMS, Esq.,
Aged 78 years.

Founder of the Literary Fund.'

He could not have a much better epitaph. But, shoul amplification be needed, the following summary, by personal friend, might be adopted :

"The distinguishing traits of Mr Williams' character were boundless philanthropy and disinterestedness; studious every acquisition that forms the taste, but applying t strength of his genius to the arts of government and educ tion, as objects of highest importance to the welfare nations and the happiness of individuals. In his dress, el gantly plain; in domestic life, attentive to the niceties decorum; in public, politely ceremonious; in all his manne dignified and distinguished; in conversation, animated; his person, tall and agreeable, having a commanding lo softened with affability.'

At the present time no trace of the tomb or the tablet remains; her the decision of the Committee of the Fund to set up a new record.

Such was the founder of the Royal Literary Fund, which, however, did not take on regality until 1845, when, through the interest shown in its activities by the Prince Consort, Queen Victoria conferred that distinction upon it. We have seen how modest were its first benefactions; down to the close of 1918, at the end of one hundred and twenty-eight years of usefulness, it had distributed a total sum of 184,4027., in the assistance of 5359 cases. That alone, apart from the commendation which the Fund has won from a long series of distinguished chairmen of the annual dinners at which its revenue is mainly provided, should convince even the most sceptical that David Williams' beneficent obstinacy had for its goal a most admirable institution. In his day the unfortunate man of letters who lacked a private atron was utterly destitute. To-day, when patrons have one out of fashion, the Royal Literary Fund has become first friend. It is true that the Civil List and the Royal Bounty often take note of literary claims, and the Authors' Society recently set apart some of its revenue for short-period allowances to writers whom the War mpoverished. But the Royal Literary Fund is the stablished foster-mother of literature in distress; and its efforts in that capacity should be more widely recognised than they are. The study of the list of subscripions and donations to this tactful, vigilant and highly rganised distributor of help when most needed gives, 00, much food for thought. It is well enough that the ommittee should erect a memorial to their founder as visible record of his sagacious altruism; but the finest Orm of commemoration of his centenary and his zeal ould be contributions from all classes (successful authors nd publishers not excluded) to the Royal Literary Fund's

esources.

E. V. LUCAS.

Art. 2.-ANCESTOR WORSHIP AND THE CHINES

DRAMA.

1. The Sacred Books of China: The Texts of Confucianist Translated by James Legge. Part 1. The Shu Kin the Religious Portions of the Shih King, the Hsiao Kin (Sacred Books of the East, vol. III.) Clarendon Pre 1879.

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2. The I-Li, or Book of Etiquette and Ceremonial. Tran lated from the Chinese with an Introduction, not and plans, by John Steele. Probsthain, 1917. 3. The Sacred Books of China. Parts III and IV. 7 Li-Ki. Translated by James Legge. (Sacred Books the East, vols. XXVII and XXVIII.) Clarendon Press, 188 IT has elsewhere* been indicated as probable that t Chinese serious drama-historical and tragic-like tho of Hindustan, Burma, Japan and Greece, originated the worship of the dead, a doctrine propounded in th Review over ten years ago.† But, as no competent Chine scholar has fully investigated this question, or produc a complete proof of what has been until now but a hig probability, the present writer determined to investiga the question in the only way possible for one ignorant Chinese-by searching through the great Chinese Class made available for the English reader by the labours Dr Legge and, in the case of the I-Li, by those of John Steele.

The Shu King,' the Book of Historical Documen and the 'Shih King,' the Book of Poetry,' must be t starting-point for any such inquiry. The forty-eig documents contained in the former range over the per between the accession of Yao, the traditional date which is placed at B.C. 2247 (a date not without so support from astronomical criteria) and B.C. 627. T work, as we have it, was edited by Confucius hims (B.C. 551-477). Although there are undoubtedly certa legendary elements in the earliest statements, a although the first three documents in the collecti

* Ridgeway, 'The Dramas and Dramatic Dances of Non-Europ Races' (1915), pp. 266-281.

it Q. R., Oct. 1908; expanded in 'The Origin of Tragedy,' 1910.

cannot be regarded as contemporary records of Yao, his successor Shun, and Yu, Shun's successor, yet Dr Legge did not doubt that they were historical personages. For 'Yu stands forth as the first sovereign of the dynasty of Hsia, the man who laid the foundation of the hereditary monarchy in China, its feudal sovereign who conferred surnames and lands. . . The documents,' he proceeds, 'which follow the "Tribute of Yu" may be received as veritable monuments of antiquity.'

Yu began to reign, so said tradition, in B.C. 2205; and under him lived Chou-chi, who became one of the patron saints of agriculture and the ancestor of the great Chou dynasty, of whose founders we shall soon have to speak in connexion with the earliest dramatic performance of which there is any record in China or elsewhere.

The later Hsia kings sank into debauchery until the last monarch of the dynasty was overthrown in B.C. 1766 by Thang, the founder of the line of Shang or Yin. This line held sway until its last ruler Chou-hsin committed suicide, after his defeat by Wu, the actual founder of the famous Chou dynasty, which lasted down to B.C. 256. Just as the earliest drama recorded in Hindu literature represented the battle in which Krishna overthrew his uncle Kansa, so the earliest Chinese dramatic performance of which we hear will prove to be based on king Wu and his great victory at Mu in B.C. 1123.

Next in age to the 'Shu King' comes the 'Shih King,' the 'Book of Poetry.' The earliest Chinese utterance on the subject of poetry, however, is in the 'Shu King'the words of king Shun to his Minister of Music: 'Poetry is the expression of earnest thought, and singing is the prolonged utterance of that expression.' Again, in a preface to the 'Shih King,' sometimes ascribed to Confucius himself and certainly older than the Christian era, it is laid down that

'Poetry is the product of earnest thought. . . . The feelings move inwardly and are embodied in words; when words are insufficient for them, recourse is had to sighs and exclamations; when sighs and exclamations are insufficient for them, recourse is had to the prolonged utterance of song; when this again is insufficient, unconsciously the hands begin to move,