The lesson of the art of the men considered here is that of direct inspiration of nature, of reliance on native qualities rather than those acquired; and the impulse given by them has continued in force until to day. We have before us, as a consequence, two strongly defined tendencies which will control the future of painting. The first and strongest, for the moment, is the impressionistic tendency, with its negation of any pictorial qualities other than those based on direct study from objects actually existing. This would, if carried to a logical conclusion, eliminate the imaginative quality, and render the painter a human photographic camera. The other tendency is that which has existed since art was born, and which, though temporarily and justly ignored in periods when it is necessary to recreate a technical standard, always comes to the surface when men have learned their trade as painters. It is the desire to create; the instinct which impels one to use the language given him to express thought. The two tendencies are not incompatible; and in the end the artist will arise who, with certainty of expression, will express thought. "SOLDIER AN' SAILOR TOO." BY RUDYARD KIPLING, AUTHOR OF "BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS," "THE JUNGLE BOOK," ETC. As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the "Crocodile," I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up in the Reg'lars' style. 'E was scrapin' the paint from off of 'er plates, an' I sez to 'im: "Oo are you?" Sez 'e: "I'm a Jolly--'er Majesty's Jolly--soldier an' sailor too!" _Now 'is work begins by Gawd knows when, and 'is work is never through-- 'E isn't one o' the Regular line, nor 'e isn't one of the crew-- 'E's a kind of a giddy herumfrodite--soldier an' sailor too_! An' after I met 'im all over the world, a-doin' all kinds o' things, Like landin' 'isself with a Gatling-gun to talk to them 'eathen kings; 'E sleeps in an 'ammick instead of a cot, an' 'e drills with the deck on a slue, An' 'e sweats like a Jolly--'er Majesty's Jolly--soldier an' sailor too! _For there isn't a job on the top o' the earth the beggar don't know--nor do! You can leave 'im at night on a bald man's 'ead to paddle 'is own canoe; 'E's a sort of a bloomin' cosmopolot--soldier an' sailor too_. We've fought 'em on trooper, we've fought em in dock, an' drunk with 'em in betweens, When they called us the sea-sick scull'ry maids, an' we called 'em the Ass Marines; But when we was down for a double fatigue, from Woolwich to Bernardmyo, We sent for the Jollies--'er Majesty's Jollies--soldier an' sailor too! _They think for 'emselves, an they steal for 'emselves, an' they never ask what's to do, But they're camped an fed an' they're up an' fed before our bugle's blew. Ho! they ain't no limpin procrastitutes--soldier an' sailor too_!