That is to say, these poems are of a certain grace and charm, neither false nor exalted, pleasant indeed to say over, but without that intensity of feeling which even in a small and light verse transfigures the written words. The carols and Catholic poems are of this delightful character, curiously one in feeling with such old folk-carols as are still preserved. One of these compositions rises to a much higher plane by a truly extraordinary felicity of phrase, one of those inspired quaintnesses which move the reader so powerfully as the nakedest pathos or the most ornate grandeur. We mean the poem _Courtesy_, where the poet finds this grace in three pictures: "The third it was our Little Lord, Whom all the Kings in arms adored; He was so small you could not see His large intent of Courtesy." These verses are certainly, as we have said, charming. They are really mediaeval, for Mr. Belloc admires the spirit of that age from within, which makes truth, not from without, which makes affectation. There is another class of poem which is jolly--it is the best term--to read and better to sing. The _West Sussex Drinking Song_, a rather obvious reminiscence of Still's famous song, is perhaps the best known but by no means the best. (It is, however, an excellent guide to the beers of West Sussex.) We would give this distinction to a song in _The Four Men_, which begins: "On Sussex hills where I was bred, When lanes in autumn rains are red, When Arun tumbles in his bed And busy great gusts go by; When branch is bare in Burton Glen And Bury Hill is a whitening, then I drink strong ale with gentlemen; Which nobody can deny, deny, Deny, deny, deny, deny, Which nobody can deny." We must speak here, however, since our space is limited, not of these sporadic and inessential excellences, but of the isolated and admirable accidents--for so they seem--which make Mr. Belloc truly a poet. One of these is the well-known, anthologized _The South Country_; another is a passage in the mainly humorous poem called _Dedicatory Ode_ which we have quoted in another connexion; two occur in _The Four Men_. All of them deal with places and country, they are all by way of being melancholy and express the quite human sadness that goes normally with the joy in friends and in one's own home. Such a verse as this in praise of Sussex is inspired, sad and gracious: "But the men that live in the South Country Are the kindest and most wise. They get their laughter from the loud surf, And the faith in their happy eyes Comes surely from our Sister the Spring When over the sea she flies; The violets suddenly bloom at her feet, She blesses us with surprise."