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THE SUNNY SOUTH.
JULY 15, 1905.
J* CONDUCTED BY B. W, NcAOAM. #
THE LITTLE HILLS.
HE Little Hills.” Nancy
Houston Banks’ latest
boOe bids fair to be as
well received as “Oldfield”
and “Round Anvil Rock.”
lake these two, it is a
story of old-fashioned peo
ple of half a century ago
and the quaint village life
in this “remote corner of
the green earth"—which
was not an untravelable
distance, by the way, from
the Cumberland river, and
twice a week reached by stage eoacih is !
as charming as it
With no effort on the part of the author
to bp humorous, some of the situations
are deliciously amusing in the quiet
fashion so delightful in these oid-time>
stories; and nothing could be more fas
cinating than her picturesque Character
studies, drawn with such a tender and
aymtpathetic touch.
Mrs. Banks is of those lovers of nature
who get close to nature's heart; and the
summer which she pictures for us in
the little old village with its long sfnady
street and morning glory covered porches
where the good housewives came out,
sewing in hand, to watch for the passing
of the stage, where at evening the air
was scented with the fragrance of roses
and spice pinks and swallows circled
about the dhlmney tops as the neighbors
bung over each other's gates in pleas
ant gossip before going in for the night—
it is all very attractive in these far-
different times, like, some sweet, happy
dream of Arcady. Even the sorrows
of this gentle, kindly folk were softened
by the universality of sympathy which
was that of one entire family.
Noticing could he funnier than the cus
tom of the mourning veil used by each
woman in turn as her period of mourn
ing occurred—the veil having begun its
round of common service so long ago that
none could remember whose it was in the
beginning. And it was passed on in
discriminately. just as t’ne bereavement
which rendered it necessary was indis
criminate in its visitation. E\en pool
Widow Wall, whose husband was but a
stage brings the mall to inquire for the
letter which never comes.
And Mother Reowan. who loudly pro
claims herself “different from the whole
tribe of step-mothers," and proves it by
putting her all into the largest and
handsomest tombstone she can llnd at an
auction, for her step-son’s grave, a.nd by
the violence of her despair when the lot
does not afford room to set it up. And
Squire Pottle, and Hillery Kibbcy, the
stage driver.
It is a charming story. We cannot
imagine tlhat to our own grandchildren
we will appear as antiquated and slow as
do these Kentucky friends of fifty years j every colic,
ago to us today. But when the time
comes to write about us like this, wc
could not wish for a kinder, sweeter pen
than that of the gifted woman whose
brilliant charm of intellect shine s only
less bright, than her sweetness of (heart,
nor could we hope for our little tale to
appeal more surely to another time and
is smile-provoking. [ generation.
Published by The Macmillan Company,
Now York.
FLORENCE L. TUCKER.
noted fob literary skill and Interpretative
insight, as well as for his attainments In
the speeial department under his care.
The general editors are Professor E. M.
Brown. University of Cincinnati; Pro
fessor Ewald Flugel, Leland Stanford,
Jr., university; Professor G. P. Baio-r.
Harvard university; Profi* sa or C. H.
llerford. University of Manchester, Eng.;
Professor Rlchnrd Burton, recently of
University of Minnesota; Professor W. L.
Cross, Yale university.
The editors of the separate volumes
are among the foremost scholars In this
country and Europe, and represent nearly
and university In which
Novels People Prefer
ISTS are printed from time, that they live only in a world of ro-
to time of the current mance. For the very reason that the
. - a I novel will not stand criticism by the
novels for wh.ch there is “ J he>t and severe st canons of art as a
j picture of nature, they prefer It even
l to the artistically and scientifically ana-
work of exceptional value is done In the
department of English.
Besides the noble array of American
editors, the list includes such notable .
, rw. \ ¥ wvott I u * ar novels in all the lists are usually
n-ames as Austin Dobson. A. J. \Vyatt I
and A. W. Ward, of Cambridge; Sidney
the greatest demand In |
different parts of this j
country. It appears almost l
invariably that the same
books are most popular in
every part at the same
time .though the order in
which they are preferred
may be different. One
novel may head the lisB in
New York and another in
San Francisco, but the half dozen pop
THE WINE PRESS.
A woman in love, with the courage to
say so and save an otherwise impossible
situation, is a rarity that is not met with
often. Anna Robeson Brown describes
otic vividly In her novel. "The Wine
Pl'tsR," The following is quoted from
sear the end of the hook*
"\Vh" do you Iroep mo 'here?" he broke
out. hln face wo rklng.
“I'm fighting for our Happiness.” she j
said—
“Can I believe you?” i
"Tf you cannot there is no truth In the
world."
From where they faced each other at
orooslte ends of the room, like duelists,
this dialogue thrust nrd cut. He saw her
eves nr.d they were like stars.
"But ;-0u avoided me here.”
“Did I nvold you last night?"
"And then—Lepel—”
"Blake! what has Lepel to do with
us?"
All the harriers he had set up against
her went down with a rush.
"Giovanna!” he cried out, and for an
instant could not see. But he felt that
she was coming toward him across the
room.—D. A. Appleton & Co., publishers.
New York.
Lee, of Oxford; C. H. Herford. of Man
chester; F. S. Boas, of Belfast; C. Horst-
mnnn and T. E. Pemberton, of Tsanilon,
and W. J. Sedgefield. of St. Petersburg.
The names of the editors are ample guar
antee of the, scholarly merits of the
series, but there is no display of learning
for its own sake.—D. C. Heath & Co.,
publishers, Boston.
the same.
This practical demonstration of the
popular taste as concerns contemporary
fiction has induced Henry Dwight Sedg
wick to write a paper for the Atlantic
Monthly on what he calls “The Mob
lytical stories of Henry James, tor ex
ample. They want to be taken away
from the world of reality.
“Her dark Brown ey-es shone with an
ever changing luster from beneath Lie
shades of the longest, blackets, upcurvlng
lashes ever seen.” “Long eyes, which
changed chameleonlike from fathomless
green violet and from violet to srtft vol
uptuous brown.” “Upon her alabaster
skin the black eyebrows, the long lashes
and tlTe curving red lips stood in ex
quisite relief." “She was all raptures—
all sapphire and rose gold, against the
dark cushion.” These are specimens of
the exaggerations of current novels con
temptuously quoted by Mr. Sedgwick.
LOVE’S CROSS CURRENTS.
By Algernon Charles Swinburn. The
publication of a novel toy the greatest
living English poet—the only novel ever
written by him—is an event of unusual
Publication Notes
G. P. Putnam’s Sons announce a vol
ume by Marlon H. Spielmann. the Eng
lish author and art critic, which prom
ises to be one of the most attractive
of the holiday gift books. Kate Greena
way is the title, and it presents to the
reader a life of singular charm and real
artistic Importance. The work contains
autobiographical chapters of Miss Green
away's childhood, and a record of her ca
reer with an account of her friendships
with the interesting people of her time.
Some fifty intimate letters from Raskin
are given with Miss Greenaway's replies
which, in addition to their brightness are
especially attractive for the little pen-
and-ink sketches which she used to scat
ter up and down her letters. The book
will lie profusely Illustrated in color from
material hitherto unpublished, except in
the case of a few of tier masterpieces.
Spirit in Literature,” wherein he de- >'OW about the visions of the peren
nial lover? As compared with them they
are they not rather short of the perfec
tion idealized?
A great and highly respectable effort
has been made and Is still maae to cor
rect this popular taste for the purely
Ideal and romantic and divert it to the
novel which depicts life as it actually is
—real life, not the life of an impossible
world of romance, and it has been suc
cessful so far as to make some people
scribes this popular taste as “bourgeois,”
“proletariat.” This “reading mob” he
contemptuously describes as unable to
“detect the difference between the pe
rusal of a classic, Balzac or Thackeray,
and that of a current novel," the “mob
novel.” It Is of a “low Intellectual lj#?
and has no "duly constituted authority”
in criticism. That is, it reads the novels
It ljkes without regard to the critics of
.Its “low intellectual life.
Mr. Sedgwick gives pictures of heroes | ashamed of acfctaOH tedging their prel
and heroines as drawn in the most pop- erence foe the *>ld style. But the new
ular novels of the day to show that
they are very much of tire same type,
and that type not found among human be
ings as they appear to the eye of reason.
They are no more true to nature than
is tlie enrapturing princess of the fairy
tali’, than is the glorious prince who res
cues her by Incredible feats of valor.
Ah. but that is the very reason why
tin- types appeal to the imaginations of
the "reading mob”—in which, by the
[ way. are included many of the very
; same sort of people who read the Atlan-
j tic and the reviews and hard headed
! books of law. politics and science. Like
i children «• play. they pretend to believe
I that such beings exist, but they know
scientific and psychological studies of
men and women are never in tbe lists of
the novels most read. People prefer to
read about creatures who will not stand
that sore of analysis.
It is not true, however, as Mr. Sedg
wick’s article infers, that the "classic'
is unrecognized by "The Mob Spirit in
Literature.” This “bourgeois novel read
ing mob, which buys its books over the
nook counter of department stores, on
the train, at the news stands, from the
book agent at the front door, or bor
rows them from circulating l?*raries,"
gives to the novels of Dumas and Bal
zac a present currency which Is prob
ably greater and wider than they ever
had before.—New York Sun.
e'on.'fessecl rlddaiT.le, suodt’edocl to her
turn, enjoying the distinction so mudh importance. Following so closely the defi. |
that’only after getting wind of a called
sweep of fancy, the simp warmth and
passion, the same easy graee of narration
that the poems possess in so marked a
degree, ft will come as a surprise, how
ever, to find the pages filled with a deli
cious humor and the keenest of epigrams.
meeting of protest held by the ladles
was she brought to a realization of the
limpness of the veil, which was indication
that tlte term of mourning was by every
right over, and It should properly be re
st tppened and laid aside for the next
called upon to need It. Along wltfa Its
usefulness went always the same broom-
»Lck upon which, lirtel newl. i The poeit-novellsPs skill in characteriza-
s^rened. the veil was wounded and the j ^ ^ ypry Rreal T>ady Midhllrst> a
Widow Wall, the work ° ' en ° vat 0,1 ! beauty of a bygone day. but alive to her
Cone, marching the length, of the st-eet, | vpry fln? , er tlps piping and malicious
and, that all migat w ness u r< ” • I on surface, but thoroughly devoted
brandishing Uho veiled broomstick in tne , at he . ar t to her grandchildren; Clara R'd-
alr, was even a more amusing figure than , wor(h wjth her pr0 pensiLy for playing
old Mrs. Crabtree. j with her affections, but never letting
The latter, as she carefully let her cor- , t f le ni get beyond her control; her broth-
pulcnl. body sidewise down her tront j er> an ordinary enough, well-meaning,
and rather foolish young man; Amicia,
There is a special significance in the
design which is used for tie cover of
Bushido, by Dr. Nitobe. recently pub
lished by tbe Putnams. This book inter
prets for English readers the traditional
knight-errantry of the Japanese Samurai. I Appreciation of Mr. Tudor Jenks'. "In
The cover-design shows one of the most I the Days of Chaucer.” is indicated by
cherished symbols of the followers of j the fact that in the. past week colleges
Bushido, a golden branch of cherry bios- Jn sections as widely separated as Penn-
nitive edition of Swinburne's “Collected Isoms against a red sun. Tts meaning is | sylvania and Kansas have adopted his | oIkoo : Price 15 cents a number 50 cen’s
Poems.” it obtains an added signifi- j that as the cherry flowers all fall at tbe book for class use. while the publishers, ' year
cance. In the novel, lovers of Swinburne’s | same time, so the Samurai succeed or j A. S. Barnes & Co., report an increasing j ‘ '
poetic writings will find the same free ! fall together (demand from general readers which per-
. contains forty-eight beautiful reprodi.’v- J poet. Dorothea Moore has a short np-
; tions of southern scenes, printed on fine ; precaution of “Isidro;” Maurice V. Sam-
j toned paper. ucls discusses "The Psychic Factor” and
Professor Alden writes of “The Eliza
bethan Drama in California.” There is
some good verse in this number, and,
as usual, the typography is beyond
praise. Paul Elder & Co., San Fran-
I haps may be taken to confirm the ar-
A few years ago a writer who had g Um ent that there is an Increased public
won a national reputation by tne bril-i dt , mand f ar standard bonks of high quili-
liancy and fearlessness of his ne.wspa-j tv and that the novel is no longer to be ;
per work, published a book of western supreme,
sketches entitled “Wolfville Days.”
Literary Driftwood
Mrs. BURTON HARRISON’S
GREAT WAR NOVEL
ENTITLED
THE CARLYLES
Appears in tbs August Nombsr
NOW READY,
of
Price
25 Cents
Annual
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$2.50
“THE CA.RLYLES” is by for most im
portant ktory Mrs. Barton Harrison has written.
Tbe scenes are laid in and around Richmond daring
the stirring days of 1865, and the introduction of
several historical events adds greatly to the interest
of a splendid, dramatic love story.
No novelist dealing with the Civil War period
has succeeded in creating a more realistic atmos -
phere or in making his characters more convincing.
THE SMART SET. 452 Fifth Avenue, NEW YORK
/
Sheffield elm, the Hatfield elm. and so creations with lovely pictorial for-
on. On an excursion the doctor was | Readers of the lives of Morris and
neve, without a tape measure and a note | Purne-Jones will recollect the enthu-
book, in which he recorded the statistics j s.asm with which even the second e^n-
of his "tree-wives," as he called them. I eratIon of the new school of poet-painter
spoke of Tennyson, especially of his
VENICE. i romantic early poems.
Love, in the summer night do you recall ' Greater still had been the enthusiasm
Midnight, and Venice, and those skies of j of Rossetti and his circle, and in th?
June, i volume In question this took a practical
Thick strewn with stars, when from the ; shape. Rossetti, Millais, Arthur Hughes
and Holman Hunt were the chief illus
trators of the book, and among the
drawings none was finer, none more fu.;
of the romantic Arthurian spirit that
Hunt's ilustration of “The Lady of
Shalott.” It would seem that the ar
tist resolved at the time, now close u; 1
still lagoon
We glided noiseless to the dim canal?
A sense of some forgotten festival
Hung over us, and our own hearts beat
in tune
With passionate memories, which the
young moon
Lit up on dome and tower and palace \ fifty years ago, to make a great picture
wall. I out of his design. The years and
We dreamed what ghosts of bygone love decades passed; other interests came ;n
made part ! tor way; Palestine and the Bible story
Of that still night and trembling amor-I cast thHr s P eI1 u P° n him - and Celtic
ous air; i romance was pushed into the back-
I saw in those rich beams that kissed ; ground. Indeed, we had the wonderful
your hair j series of “The Light of the World,
Those breezes warm with bygone lovers’ i "The Finding of Jesus In the Temp’
sighs. I ‘ The Scapegoat,” and. long afterward.
All the old beauties of Venice in your ■ ' ^ Shadow of the Cross’ and IT. a
Holy Innocents.” But Mr. Hunt's in
terest in the things that deeply im-
eyes.
All the dead loves of Venice in my heart
—JOHN HAY.
Magazine Melange
Mrs. Burton Harrison's name has al-
door steps, and in lieu of her best bon
net raised over her head a parasol which
refused longer to bo covered In ltd last
rib, was a visitor any of us r» U be
glad, oven with her pointed w.t, !_o wel
come, In the village Iters was t it s c-
ond place, pefibaps, .not even she pre
suming to rival that grand dame, Mrs.
Pottle, whose slightest movement con
trolled the entire social system, as
though she were the mainspring in its j
mechanism, though to tlu- newly Intro- j ——
dueed outsider the reader Is forced to | THE COLOR LINE.
uakiioWilcdige himself, honors mlgi.vt seem 1 Professor William Benjamin Smith, an-
llioru equally divided—rather, the claim 1 thor of "The Color Line," in making his
fragile, beautiful, gently and vaguely mi- j
happy, and Reginald Hare wood, gull of I
th ■ fire and vigor of youthful chivalry. '
aai all sketched with quick, telling j
strokes. The tragi-comedy growing out I
of the love affairs in which these four |
young people play at cross-purposes, j
makes an absorbing and unusual story.— |
Harper li Bros., publishers. New York; j
$1.50.
The
success of this book led to others, and
presently tbe writer's intimate knowledge
of the underground politics led to a book,
“The Boss," which created a profound
impression throughout the country, and
on the other side’of the globe became one | ways been identified with particularly
of the most popular books in Australia .entertaining fiction, and for many years
and NIew Zealand. "The Boss” was fol- j she has not given us so capital a piece
lowed by “The President," a dramatic j work as "The Carlyles,” the long
tale of "frenzied finance” and of politics, |novel which opens the August number >f
and then the author turned again to the | The Smart Set. It is by far her most I
picturesque life of the plains in “The j important story, and is a distinct de-
Sunset Trail.” just published by A. s. Iparture from her former novels. The
(Barnes & Company. Meantime his power | scenes are laid in rnd around Richmond,
and versatility were shown In striking j during the stirring days of 1865, and the
stories and articles in the leading peri- ,Introduction of several historical events , of h „ ||; as nK . p R c
odicals until there are few names among j adds S r< a 11 y to the interest of a splendid tf , S ee—pleasant and kind
American writers more eagerly sought ! dramatic love story. No novelist deal-
tor than that of Alfred Henry Lewis. I in * with ‘he civil war period has sue-
A NEW ANECDOTE OF EMERSON. !
(Front Harper's Weekly.)
j A New York man fond of passing
; much of his time in the Adirondack* ;
; t< lls a story which, it is thought, has :
jncter before this been published, with j
inference to a visit made to that pic- !
tuiesque region by Ralph Waldo Emer
son.
According to one of the old guides,
who remembered tbe philosopher. Emer
son had enjoyed his stay immensely,
once some one asked this guide, known
j as “Steve." what son; of an impression
I the Sage of .Concord has made upon the
j nr lives. ^
I "Well, sir," obligingly responded the
| guide, "he was a gentleman, every incii
THE WOMAN NIHILIST.
(From The International Quarterly.)
Turgenyeff wrote this little poem In
prose;
“I see a huge building, in the front
wall a narrow door, which Is wide open;
beyond it stretches a dismal darkness.
Before the high treshoki stands a girl—
a Russian girl.
"The impenetrable darkness is breath
ing frost, and with the icy breeze from
the depth of the building a slow, hollow
voice is coming.
“ ‘Oh! you who would cross the thres
hold. do you know what awaits you?’
“ 'I know.' answers the girl.
” 'Cold, hunger, hatred, derision, con
tempt, insults prison, suffering, even
death?’
' 'I know it'
’’ 'Complete isolation, alienation
all?’
” ‘I know It. 1 am ready. J will bear
pressed his youthful imagination i as
rover quite disappeared. Like other
slow, exact workers, he is persistent;
he holds to an idea, not for a year
or two, as is the way with most arris-s,
hut for ten years or fifty, if need be.
And in the evening of his life, he has
returned with vigorous determination p
his early vision of the most fascinating
oT the 'Tennysoman heroines, and. it
b st, complete in every detail, we cave
“The Lady of Shalott.”
On a canvas measuring some 6 fe»:
b’- 5. we see the single figure of the ]?.d .
at Lhe moment w-hen. “half sick >f
shadows,” she turns away from the mir
ror and gazeg from the window at ’he
dazzling Lancelot as he goes riding by
“Out flew the web and floated wide.
The mirror cracked from side to side."
: ceeded in creating a more realist ip at-
Some of the newspapers have had it ' mosphere or characters more convinein
that Booth Tarkington expanded a news- l one tlle most interesting figures
paper item to make his story, "The Beau. | contemporary literature, contributes to Ws age tha) .
tiful Lidy." Questioned in regard to | this number an idyllic story wherein ins , woodjl ••
this. Mr. Tarkington answered. "I was delicate art is revealed at its best. “The!
you d care j a u sorrow and miseries.’
And he was xot only if inflicted by
a scholar too alius figgerin’. studyjn’. b kindred and friends?’
and writ in , though we did think he’d j ...yes, even by them.’
time a-huntin an’ a-fish- j .. -well, are you ready for self-annilii-
l lation ?’
’Yes.’
had a better
in’; but, sir. I’m here to state that he
. n j "’ ns tlic allfiredest. homeliest critter for
ever came Into Tiicse
to honors.
But It was Mrs. Pottle’s sunbonnet that
ruled the community, as whether it was
worn, whether it remained on or came
off, determined the like motions of other he. kindred sclent
nuiibonnots.
whelliver a
If there were
situation called
uncertainty
for condo-
arguments
sible. he
lence., Mrs. Pottle's sunbonnet settled it th
shall be
;oes into t lie
it minuteness.
in Paris last July and saw a crowd, one | Butterfly of Dreams” is tbe fanciful title
afternoon, on the pavement in front of i hi- has chosen, an.i as a mere weaving
le la Pnix ail laughing- every-j together of exquisite words the story !s
and down the boulevard was i incomparable. Elizabeth Jordan, well
In order that his [ laughing. The American
s conclusive as pos- ! corner was doing no business
question with
Among other
argument for the proof of the inferiority
of the negro to the white, race, backs his
statements by the latest statistics from I the Gaft
anthropology, ethnology, sociology and J body up
SHY MR. BARRIE.
J. M. Barrie Is as shy as a school
girl, says a writer. Let a pretty girl
look steadfastly at Barrie for five nnn-
I’tes, and if she can catch his eye he
if yes. she could he depended on to be
ceer. .wearing the gear demanded by fu
nerals and other seasons of sadness or
distress; If no—then it were not to be
thought of that any other woman could
make the mistake of wearing hers. Its
use was entirely distinct from the dress
bonnet; at least it carried a significance
the othea- did not.
Of course, “Tlie I.ittle Hills” is first of
all a love story—that goes wit hout say- j
ing. Phoebe, the tiny, brown, wren-like |
heroine, is a sensitive little soul, just th«
sort the author could best lit in with (
flowers and birds and scented twilights, |
and the now minister fills his role beau- |
tifuily. promptly faliing in love with
interesting facts that he proves by ex- I
1 liaustive tables of comparative figures .
are. that the average stature of the ne
gro is less than that of the white, that i
tin black is decidedly weaker in lung
| capacity and in chest expansion than the ,
i white; that the negro’s respiration is j
.considerably more frequent than that of
I the white, indicating a tendency toward ,
'disease; that the, mean lifting strength except
.of the negro is lower than that of the
white, and that the power of vision of
I the negro is inferior to that of the white,
i As ,i final support to these facts con-
| corning the. negro’s physical inferiority j
| to the white, he shows by statistics that j
the death rate of the negro at times ex
I lnHeblne- The American bar around the i known through her tales of child life,
writes another delightful humorous story > will exhibit about ;he same symptoms
I called “We Save Evelina May.” “Tne j of distress as a man who has swallowed
huci emerged to stare. I worked through j r}ood Man.” by Edna Kenton, is a pow- ’ a rish bone. Constant acitivity and con-
the crowd and saw my fellow, the m:,n | er f u i psy** ho logical study of ;i woman j tact with the world seem to be powerless
with the painted head (which might ^ a ' e jwho wearies of the petty tyranny of her [to^cure him of the shyness which is de
| been the title of the story). He was a unsympathetic husband. “The Higher
| nice-looking person. exceedingly well J by Emery Pottle, is an equally
-dressed and immensely unhappy. After- • k e p n analysis of a young girl’s enu*
| wards he haunted me. What could ha\e,j| ons while struggling against the bigo-
| induced a man of his type to do such j t rv of a well-meaning father. In “The
I a thing? Gradually the story came, and nance”—one of her charming “Peleas”
T wrote it That’s all there is ‘to it*—t stories—Zona Gale tells of an old couple i ^' an< refusal embarras-
o read it!” who give a “party” for several ancient | sr ^- bu t bp Pj'^ked up courage and
1 Pfked her again the next day. Ano her
engagement interferred, but on the third
” ‘For anonymous self-annihilation?
You shall die. and nobody—nobody shall
know even who?e memory is to be hon
ored.’
’’ 1 ask for neither gratitude nor pity.
1 ask for no renown.’
•• ’Are you ready for a crime?’
“The girl iient her head. ‘I am ready
even for a crime.'
“The voice paused a while before re.
| It is just then that we see the fair
from ■ ,ad '’> as work of her life is de
stroyed by the coming of the curse. Phs
seems to be turning swiftly, for i;»?
cloud of black hair is floating rat - ■
enemies but ' mysteriously about her head, and tne
I threads of the web are entangling ••r
j garments. “She has a lovely far ’
ns Lancelot said; the loveliest face c t
Tainted by Mr. Hunt, who has alwayi
seemed to care little for the representa
tion of physical beauty; her close-fi.t-
trig bodice of peacocks’ feathers mi
her skirt of rose and white mak-
wonderful harmony of rich color. All
the accessories are splendid and elnbor-;
ale, and many, as Holman Hunt c-
plains in a note, are symbolic. Tins
we have, on either side of the mirror,
representations' of high devotion of dif
ferent kinds; the Christian virtue at
humility, in the Virgin and Her C 1
and the Pagan virtue of courage.
t eloped :he moment he talks with n good
: looking woman. Only the other day a
\ yrttng actress who had been rehearsing
• n one of his plays and directly unde>-
I hie eye, pleased him so much that he
asked her to luncheon. She couldn’t
his little neighbor without loss of time, ceeds that of the white by 55 per cent.—
as should have been. But aside from
the fact that they are lovers, which al
ways insures first place in the caste, it
is a question whether for original and
picturesque Individuality they could, oth
erwise. take rank with friends. Though
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THE BELLES LETTRE SERIES.
The latest works to tie issued in the
above, popular series of the greatest olas-
it were of no consequence—being ]0 vers ; sios in ,h o English language are charming
all the. others must move around them
little volumes of the best of SwinWurne.
, i “Society and Caste.” by T. W. Robert-
iml “Bussy D’Ambois” and “Tile Re-
and that these are not, as ir. too many
cases, were puppets to make up the i nn
show, but rather decided and ihtlquo char-! vp ”^ e of D’Ambois,” by George
alters, is Just delightful evidence of their! Chapman. No student of English litera-
creator’s cleverness and .well-balanced i turp pan afford omit thPSP volumes
skill. We have an entire community i from hls lihrar -V. if he does not already
equally interesting, all of them, and not olalm thpsP P^ticula* authors, especially
one losing by comparison wltfa another, i al the paltry price for Which they are
Arabella In her fluttering ping ribbons | sold —60 cents each,
and cheeks plumped out with neat little j The Belles-Lettres series aims to pre
discs of fresh raw turnips, is certainly a j sent the most significant works in Eng-
faecinatlng creature, sitting at her win- | llsh literature from its beginning to the
dow as she has sat for years, awaiting I present. The volumes are edited pri-
the return of the captain who went j inarlly as literature, and for stude.nts'and
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The dramatic scenes at Odessa with
Russian mutineers in command of a
battle ship, and the spread of revolution
through Russia seem to have been fore
told in Mr. A. Caban’s remarkable book.
“The White Terror and the Red.” a
novel of revolutionary Russia, published
recently by A. S. Barnes & Co., and al
ready in its third edition. Mr. Ca.han’s
story of the revolutionary movement in
Russia describes scene® like those at
Odessa. Warsaw and elsewhere, and it
has been pronounced the most vivid and
truthful picture that has been afforded
of the spread of revolt In Russia.
M’S. Ohcgrles Ra t tell Loomis, whose
first novel is to be published this au
tumn hv Messrs'. A. S. Rarnes & Co.,
has fled from the tradition of the Jer
sey mosquito to his ancestral home In
Torringford. Conn. Few authors are. for
tunate enough to have ancestral homes
In their possession, and Mr. Loomis con
fesses to a hope that his will remain
with him in spite of the fact that he
has committed a complete novel.
Booker T. Washington, the editor of
Tuskegee and its People.” which was
published by D. Appleton & Co. last
a “party”
friends. May Isabel Fisk contributes a
humorous monologue c..id Henry Syd- l , . ,, - . . . ,
u>rv cad ■ ‘ r 41 ‘ l(> gir * accepted and was pleaseu
1 to think that she was :o have an hour
nor Harrison a tongto* sum
ed “A Matter of Hats.” Maurice Fran
cis Egan’s essay, “The Infernal Femin
ine.” is in his usual sprightly vein.
Rudyard Kipling has not been of late
a frequent contributor to magazines
The August Centurv will contain a. story i
by him. a tale of Americans in England ! iTl a » d _ af ^ r was over he
called “An Habitation Enforced.”
delightful Intellectual entertainment.
Barrie ordered the luncheon, and as
the dishes were brought on he looked up
and looked into -:he girl's eyes. From
that moment he was absolutely speech
less. He did nof utter one word dur-
newing its questioning _ ^
” *Do you know,' It said at last, ‘that j seizing of the apples of the Hesp-
you may lose yovr faith in what you now | py Hercules
believe; that you may come to feel that j But, after all. the symbolism of
you were mistaken, and have lost your j picture Is a secondary matter. W
voung life in vain?’ is Important is that it should illtts
” ’I know that also. Nevertheless
will enter.’
Enter then*’
the poem, ana that it should in itself
l e beautiful on composition, for r. a-i
ci lor. If the world has not ye- for-
“The girl crossed 'the threshold, and a ; gotten the charm of Tennyson’s t-arir.
heavy curtain fell behind her. j poetry, if Celtic romance still holds anr
” 'A fool!' gnashed some one outside. | kind of sway, the meaning of this nn?
‘‘‘A s .aint!’ answered a voice from : picture wil be sufficiently clear. And
The story is said to be an unusually
long one for Mr. Kipling, so long that
The Century editors were minded at. first
to print it in two numtoers. hut it was
decided to ;et it all appear in the mid
summer holiday issue.
The July Atlantic contains a clear and
temperate dis<»u«sion of “Large For
tunes.” by Professor J. Laurence
Laughlln, of the University of Chicago.
Professor Laughlin points out how they
are made under contemporary economic
eorditions, and how they should and
should not be spent. The timeliness of
this paper in view of recent controver
sies will be apparent.
The remarkable photographic portraits
of President Roosevelt and his family in
the current McClure’s are the work of
week, called on President Roosevelt last | E s. Curtis, who found fame as a pho-
Friday to discuss the president’s con- i tographer ot Indian types. Mr. Curtis
templated visit to Tuskegee institute | hails from Seattle. Wash., and has liv'd
next faC. The book, edited by Washing- I for p ars among the western tribes
ton. was prepared by officers and former | President Roosevelt was so struck by the
students of the Tuskegee Normal and j truth and beauty of the Curtis Indiana
Industrial institute under his direction. It ] that he sent for* him to come to Oyster
contains portraits of several of the an- j Bay and photograph tbe Roosevelt fam-
thors, and views or me school, which lily. McClure’s Magazine has given each
the president has never visited, and portrait full page spaeie and the tints of
ft
which he wishes to inspect when
makes his two weeks’ trip through
south in October.
The famous little classic, by William
C. Prime, “I Go a-Fishing,” is being re
printed by the Harpers. The author's
rare familiarity with all that is best in
literature, and his heartfelt love for na
ture In her wilder retreats, make this
volume, an ideal companion for a sum
mer’s trip.
The Harpers are printing a new edi
tion of “Down South.” Rudolf Eicke-
the photographic print.
In Impressions Quarterly for June Re
gina E. Wilson has a scholarly paper on
“Impulses of Thought,” the second of
a series on “Art and Life.” Wilson C.
Dibble has a short appreciation of “A
California Singer”—the purple finch. Ade
line Knapp and Madame Nico Beck-
Meyer furnish in “The Oldest Njrae
Sagas” some versions of two sagas, p u t
into simple, vigorous English Professor
A. T. Murray calls attention to the ap
pearance in a separate and inexpensive
volume of Professor Jebb’s prose trans-
meyer’s pictures and sketches of south- | jatlon of Sophocles. He praises highly
ern plantation life. The volume, which I this prose version and 6ays truly that,
has a preface by Joed Chandler Harris, [prose la the ideal rendering of any Greek
was just able to gasp out: “Shall we
rc-'urn to the theater?” and offer his
arm. Then, as a sort of relief, he hunt
ed up the stage manager and talked to
him at the rate of ninety words a min
ute for half an hour.
JANG WILL AND “THE MASQUER-
. ADER.’’
(Sinclair Lewis in The Critic.)
“The Masquerader” is one of the best
selling books of the hour. It has been
dramatized in England and will be later
played in America. It is interesting,
therefore, to find that practically every
situation, every character, every detail,
together with the general plot, are dou
bled In “The Premier and the Painter,”
written by Israel Zangwill under the pen
name of J. Freeman Bell in the early
nineties. The resemblance i s hot simply
the use of the time-worn plot of a prom
inent man’s changing places with a man
of low degree. Mark Twain’s “Prince
and Pauper” and Hale’s “My Double and
How He Undid Me” use this same plot,
but have otherwise not the slightest re
semblance to “The Masquerader." But
following out the incidents of “The Mas
querader,” they are found ta be identi.
cal with those of "The Premier and the
Painter."
DR. HOLMES AND HIS “TREE
WIVES.”
(Oliver B. Capen ih Country Life in
America.)
I asked the Beverly Farms liveryman
what most irj»i-ested Dr. Holmes in his
drives about the surrounding country,
and he said, as I expected him to say;
i “Measuring big trees.” There were s ome
' trees he never could pass until that
measurement — as made and put down in
his kote bc»„k. Mori <?f n& have learned
of this hobby from the “Autocrat,” in
which Dr Tfolmes tells where the big-
gept trees that he has measured are
located—the West Springfield elm, the
/ \
somewhere."
PERSONAL.
Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett, author
of “In the Closed Room," will spend
| the summer in her English country
I heme, Maytham Hall. Kent. She has a
novel, the first long work from hei pea
In a number of years, practically com
pleted.
Mrs. Margaret Deland has gone for I
the summer :o her home at Kenne- i
bunkport, Alalne. She is. now busy with \
n new novel, which will probably be
published by the Harpers.
Mrs. George Madden Martin, author
of "Emmy Lou" and “The House of
Fulfillment.” is convalescing slowly at
her home in Anchorage, Ky., from a
s< rious case of typhoid fever.
Phillip Vei+ill Mighels. whose latest
novel, "The Ultimate Passion.” was re
cently published by 'the Harpers. has
left Pleasantville. N. Y., and has gone
with his wife t,i California for six or
e'ght. weeks. Mr. Mighels plans a camp
ing »rip thiough the Yosemite Valley,
and will also visit the Lewis and (_iark
exposition at Porrland.
even those votaries of moderni'y wh)
d’slike literary painting and abjure a"
ferms of symbolism must perforce iu-
roire the strength and intensity of ’■?
painting, the beauty of face and arm,
.r,e brilliancy of the color. Of course,
this whole class of picture is oper w
criticism; it is not French, not at a'.'-
of the kind that is now in universal
vogue. It is, on the other hand, eml-
i-enly individual, strenuous and sin
cere. T’ne picture is a fine th#ig, tit*
j crown of a fine life's work. It ougM
! to be in a public gallery; alas', ir.at
ithe Chantrev committee, instead of frit-
! '.“ring away half their money on ”pr m-
ising" works, of the second and th ri
lark, should not. ap least, have mad 4
an effort to secure it! This and th?
Furst would have made two noble ad
ditions to the collection, and it wouli
lave been worth while to devote t WJ
ur even three years’ income to acquiring
them.
“THE LADY OF SHALOTT.”
("From The London Times.)
Again Holman Hunt has proved to his
aamirers and the public that at 77 years
cf age he is stili a grea; painter, and
that ”his eye is not d > m nor hls nat
ural force abated.” Last year he had
tie new large version of “The Light
r,T the World,” an<j today, at Messrs.
Tooths gallery in the HaymarkeJ, :he
public is invited to see a mgv and in
dependent masterpiece, “The Laoy of
Shalott." New in the sense that the
artist has no; painted the subject be
fore, but old in that his mind has been
busy with it for fifty years or more*
There are still among us those who re
member the sensation caused by the ap
pearance, about 1857. of Moxon's illus
trated edition of Tennyson’s poems, a
volume in which, aided by the admirable
school of wood engravers then work
ing, the young pre-Raphaelite artists of
the day clothed some of the poet’s
BELATED MISSIVE OF LOVE
(From The Philadelphia Record )
Although belated more 'than twenty
years, a love letter appointing a tryst
has been discovered and forwarded to ti*
person addressed, Alonzo Birdsall. a nv>
torman, who lives In Darby. Birdsall
born and raised near Bay City, Midl
and there he met, wooed and won ll13
wife, who was a Miss Parkinson.
Her parents and his people occupi?*
adjoining farms, but, owing to a tenuw-
ary feud, the young people s love did not
run smoothly. They courted on the sly*
and, to facilitate meetings, used to lea' 4
letters Tor each other in the hollow of 1 9
njd elm tree. One day death visited tW
Uirdsall family, and the feud was su J ’
denly terminated. j n the excitement Mi? 4
Parkinson totally forgot a letter she in 1 *
Just left in the tree.
The barriers removed, the lovers mat*
1 ^d, ;Jid about ten years ago moved 44
Philadelphia. Last week Birdsall received
a letter -from his brother, which e*’
plained that in chopping down the
elm be had found a note, which he in
closed. Although weatherbeaten and di* -
colored* _the writing was legible. It ran
John. Dear-Meet me at the willow*
night. Ellen.”