[Illustration:  Augustine kindly received by Ethelbert, king of Kent.]

A very good picture is given here showing the coronation of Ethelbert, copied from an old tin-type now in the possession of an aged and somewhat childish family in Philadelphia who descended from Ethelbert and have made no effort to conceal it.

Here also the artist has shown us a graphic picture of Ethelbert supported by his celebrated ingrowing moustache receiving Augustine.  They both seem pleased to form each other’s acquaintance, and the greeting is a specially appetizing one to the true lover of Art for Art’s sake.

For over one hundred and fifty years the British made a stubborn resistance to the encroachments of these coarse people, but it was ineffectual.  Their prowess, along with a massive appetite and other hand baggage, soon overran the land of Albion.  Everywhere the rude warriors of northern Europe wiped the dressing from their coarse red whiskers on the snowy table-cloth of the Briton.

[Illustration:  They wiped their coarse red whiskers on the snowy table-cloth.]

In West Wales, or Dumnonia, was the home of King Arthur, so justly celebrated in song and story.  Arthur was more interesting to the poet than the historian, and probably as a champion of human rights and a higher civilization should stand in that great galaxy occupied by Santa Claus and Jack the Giant-Killer.

The Danes or Jutes joined the Angles also at this time, and with the Saxons spread terror, anarchy, and common drunks all over Albion.  Those who still claim that the Angles were right Angles are certainly ignorant of English history.  They were obtuse Angles, and when bedtime came and they tried to walk a crack, the historian, in a spirit of mischief, exclaims that they were mostly a pack of Isosceles Try Angles, but this doubtless is mere badinage.

They were all savages, and their religion was entirely unfit for publication.  Socially they were coarse and repulsive.  Slaves did the housework, and serfs each morning changed the straw bedding of the lord and drove the pigs out of the boudoir.  The pig was the great social middle class between the serf and the nobility:  for the serf slept with the pig by day, and the pig slept with the nobility at night.

And yet they were courageous to a degree (the Saxons, not the pigs).  They were fearless navigators and reckless warriors.  Armed with their rude meat-axes and one or two Excalibars, they would take something in the way of a tonic and march right up to the mouth of the great Thomas catapult, or fall in the moat with a courage that knew not, recked not of danger.

Christianity was first preached in Great Britain in 597 A.D., at the suggestion of Gregory, afterwards Pope, who by chance saw some Anglican youths exposed for sale in Rome.  They were fine-looking fellows, and the good man pitied their benighted land.  Thus the Roman religion was introduced into England, and was first to turn the savage heart towards God.