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Show I i I - i "A ) V A ft aJ' fx. a I ML I -, 3&m 1 JVG ZVCHOlAS - JTfQ AT Czar Nicholas of !in Montenegro, aged seven-"J seven-"J 'y"ne' lately sprained his J2-; W ak's, and lay three days 5j;a3 under a fig tree, in the QsHk Dvorska U 1 i c a, and scrawled mysterious symbols. Under the fig tree Nicholas sometimes some-times administers, or as Montenegrins say, "Inflicts," Justice. When a mountaineer, moun-taineer, beautifully dressed in knives and revolvers, came to Nicholas and asked for justice, Nicholas lost his temper. The mountaineer demanded that a next door neighbor should be hanged for stealing his pipe, which petition Nicholas rejected, not because be-cause hanging as too Bevere, but because, be-cause, said he, " I am writing a poem." This reply astonished the brave Montenegrin, who believed that real poetry was never written down. A real poem is learnt by heart and chanted by a bearded bard to the deafening deaf-ening music of the gusla, to the clashing clash-ing of yataghans and swords, and to the explosion of precious gunpowder. But now Nicholas is not only writing writ-ing a poem; he is pr'' ting a complete com-plete edition of all Vv JJVus in the Servian language. It wilfTe printed at Agram and read throughout the vast territory in which the Servians live; in Montenegro itself (when anyone any-one can read), in Macedonia to the south, as far east as Roumanla, and I as far north as Styria. For the Serbs are Europe's most scattered race, out-nrmbering out-nrmbering the Hungarians and many other nations that cut a figure in the world. Fat old Nicholas is a genuine poet. His verse is full of the primitive, heroic, epic spirit. Compared with It the effusions of his royal neighbor, Carmen Sylva, are the thinnest of skim milk. The ol man comes of a Btock which always spilt ink as fast as blood. Nearly all the Peters, Danilos, Mirkos and Tomos who preceded pre-ceded him as "Vladikas" of Montenegro Monte-negro were masters of the goosequill His great-uncle, Peter II., was the best of Servian poets, and also a tolerable warrior, for he wrote his first ode on a mud wall in Rjeka with the blood of a butchered Turk. Fat old Nicholas maintains the heroic strain. Poetry and war, he holds, are but branches of the same Bovereign profession. You can even combine the two; for when Nicholas was busy besieging Niksie, in 1878, he spent part of the day writing songs about the defending Turks. He agrees with Homer that slaying and plundering enemies and carrying oft beautiful maids are the fit recreations of a poet, and the fit recreation of a warrior is the celebration of his own exploits. Nicholas' muse is limited in scope. In fact, he rejects all the muses except ex-cept - Caliope, Clio and Terpsichore, who stand respectively for the epic, history and the dance. Terpsichore is tolerated by rough Nicholas because a warrior has a right to dance on his enemies' craves. Nicholas has composed com-posed some lively " kolas," or round dances, for men and maids. For such a swashbuckling sovereign he Is tolerant of women; indeed, his best political poem, " Balkanska Carica," the " Empress of the Balkans," is dedicated de-dicated to Montenegro's fair. If there were a muse of drink, she also would be permitted, for the warrior-king has written tolerable drinking songs, with admirable precepts. One is that while there are Turks in sight you should keep warily sober; but that when you have cut off the heads of a dozen Turks and bagged your weapons and money you have a right to drink to their shades. Pursuing this line of thought he bursts out again: "Drink! drink, and you'll be sound and Jolly; Drink, brave landsmen, for in wine Is red blood; and when thou drinkest If enough the world Is thine!" Nicholas is a newspaper man. He runs a poetical journal named the Dove, which was founded by his poetical poeti-cal cutthroat ancestor, Peter II. In this Nicholas printed his first poem, " Vukassin," which describes an incident inci-dent in the fall of the medieval Servian Ser-vian empire. There, too, he printed his "O Namo, O Namo!" a political confession, which has risen to be the national song of the Pan-Servians in Montenegro, Servia, Turkey, and Austria. Turks, pashas, " bussurmans " and padishas are the objective of Nicholas' best poems. They inspire many dainty and sonorous lines, such as " Drink ye blood from the black Turk's skull," "When fifty Moslems fell from Vuka's hand," "Our emerald emer-ald valley's blossom red; it is the . V $ miNCESS XENIA OF riONTE-NFO&O. blood the Turk has shed;" "the glorious slaughter of the Moslem captives," cap-tives," and so on. Like Homer and other :true epic poets, Nicholas ignores the moral conventions con-ventions of war. He exalts equally Montenegrins who have died for their country and Montenegrins who have merely .tortured Turks, butchered them in their sleep or dropped poison into their drink. The Hague convention conven-tion plays but a small role in the poetry of Cettigne. There is a touch ing Montenegrin poem describing Holy Night, 1702, when the brave hill-men hill-men rose and butchered in cold blood defenseless Turks. When you read Nicholas' verses you conclude that a hero, needs only two qualifications first, he should be superhuman! courageous, and secondly, he should be endowed with a fine equipment ol rascality. Yet this adipose literary prince has a real warrior's chivalry. He is a knight and a gentleman. He hates the Turks as Turks; but as warriors and blood-lovers he welcomes them and he is grateful to them for supplying supply-ing the potentialities of combat. Thai explains many queer inconsistencies in his verse. On one page he extols massacre and treachery against the Turk; on th next he writes poetical praise of Suleiman Sulei-man Pasha, with whom he crossed swords in 1878. Then a little furthei on is a touching poem, " The Lament of Osman Pasha," which describes the Turkish defense of Plevna against a Russian army five times as strong. With this brave spirit in him, Nicholas permits no man to offend the few Turks who live in his barren land. This motive Inspires one of his finest poems. A white-bearded Pod-goritza Pod-goritza Turk limped to the Dvorska Ulica fig tree and complained to Nicholas that two chieftains had reviled re-viled him and called him "old carrion." car-rion." He demanded justice. " Return," said Nicholas, " tonight and you will get it." When the Turk returned he found Nicholas under the fig tree by the light of a torch. Behind Be-hind sat the two insulters, looking uncomfortable un-comfortable and abased. " You shall have justice!" said Nicholas, whereupon where-upon he took up & copybook and declaimed de-claimed to the Turk and to the prosecutors prose-cutors an ode running something like this: "Thee, old lion, they insult; they laugh at thee; they deride thee; they ! call thee carrion! Thou carrion? Thou? Thou that has conquered half j the world; thou that hast watered ; they Arab steed In the Mincio and challenged under Vienna's white walls the emperors of the west. "Yes, old lion! We that on battlefields battle-fields have met and measured words, we love one another as only enemies love! And we shall meet again on battlefields, old lion, and slay and love one another." And here, at the thought that he might some day slay the Turk, fat Nicholas embraced his racial enemy and sent him on his way with the echo: " Old lion, old lion," ringing In his ears. |