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NEW BOOKS. A Young American Poet Sings of the “New Day.” THE CATSKILL FAIRIES. 5pain as Seen by Davilier and Sketched by Dore. A RIFLEMAN’S MANUAL. Literary Gossip from All Quarters. fe New Day, a Poem in Songs and Sonnets, dy Richard, Watson Gilder. New York: Rarbaer, Le - strong & Co, This is the first book which Mr. Richard Watson filder has given to the public, to which he is well known, however, by his contributions to the magazines, ‘4 would be strange, indeed, if he should not be known, wen by the fugitive pieces which were printed without dis name, for the average of magazine verse is 80 wretched that anything really good stands outlikea Mar in a black sky, or sparkles like “a rich jewel Bm an Ethion’s ear.” Why our periodical Sterature should be so poor in verse is dificult to tell, dut the fact 1s indisputable that while American magu- nes have improved in general interest, especially in the departments of fiction, history, biography, theology wd science, their poetry hag degenerated till much of tis beneath criticism. Against this dull and monow- tous background of mediocrity Mr. Gilder’s poems fave shone brightly. But they have more than this relative value; they have absolute merit when com. | pared with the books of the poets we prize. The story of “The New Day” is one of feeling, not of | events. Its construction is peculiar, {t is divided into four parts, with a prelude, three interludes and an “after song.” The theme is love—from its dawn of wonder and fear, through its passions of pain and Joy, to {ts perfect peace and security. The love which is thus anfolded by hints and intimations rather than by direct expression, is blended with a religious exaltation, which gives solemnity tothe subject. The feeling of the poem ig very fine and pure, and the nobler elements of love are exquisitely revealed. In all the fundamental princi- ples of atrue love poem it is complete, and if we do not dwell upon these merits of pure feeling and noble purpose it is simply because they are entitled to un- qualified praise. Earnestness which attains its end 4s above criticism, and we prefer to consider Mr, Gil- der’s first book principally as a work of art. The obscurity of the poem is likely to be complained | of by the general public, and not without reason, But | this obscurity is not the result of deficiency in power | of expression, but of the mature of the subject. Poe | made this distinction when be defended Tenny- son from a similar charge. No matter how clearly one may expound astronomy the explanation will be obscure to those ignorant of the science. If | Mr. Gilder had chosen to weave his songs into an actual | story, such as that in Tennyson’s “Maud,” his mean- | ing would be made more intelhgible by events. But the very scheme of his poor excludes narration; he rejects the material fucts and seeks to express only the spiritual facts. Thus. the poem cannot justly be said bo be obscure merely beeguse an effort of imagination Js required from the reader, (Of one fault Mr. Gilder Wilk certainly not be accused. THe is ho direct imitation of other poets in theso gongs. He has fortunately escaped the fascination of Tennyson, whose idiosyncrasies modern poets have Fepeated tili they have become almost odious even in his own verse and unendarable in the verse of others, nor bas he surrendered to the spell of Swinburne. He seems to have drawn more from William Morris and Rossetti than from any other modern poets, but his style is in its deeper characteristics his own, It is | Mirect, concise, dainty and full of color. Strangely enough the poet whose influence seems to us to be the Strongest and subtiest in this book is Dante. Fine descriptive powers are shown by Mr. Gilder throughout the book. The pretude is a beautiful de- scription of sunrise on the sea, and we may quote it as a specimen of the vivid manner in which he presents a Picture of gradual motion and change:— The night was dark, though sometimes e faint star ‘A little while a little space made bright, ‘The night was long and Jike an iron bar Lay heavy on the land; till o’er the sea Slowly, witbin the east, there grew a hght Which half was starlight, and half seemed to be The herald of agroater. The pale white Turned slowly to pale rose, and up the height Of heaven slowly climbed, ‘The gray sea grew | Noi I gondition and that sne done her work that the visitor to that region will be constantly on the lookout for these curtous creatures of her imagination, These wonderful stories are com- municated to little farmer boy named Job, prinei- pally by an Angora cat and a sea shell, If you don’t believe it you have only to’ read the book to be con- vinced, Job believed and was happy, though his old grandfather did tell him that it was all a dream. But, then, old grandfathers have no sympathy with fairies. They do not appreciate what a comfort a talking cat and a singing shell is to a boy. How charming to believe that a gnome king gave a little In- dian girl a jacket which she had only to pat on and clap her hands on ber sides, like a rooster before crow- ing, and away she would go flying over the country like a bird, How Job envied the witch-child, as the little Indian girl wus called. The second evening of her rambles she “found a beautiful lady sitting on the border of a lake, She was robed in leaves, and her long hair was also green; but she was altogether lovely, even if her look was gad. . She seemed very glad wo see the witeh-child, and made her sit down beside her, while she held her hand + “ ‘1am chained beneath the waters, and can only rise to the surface of the lake,’ she said. ‘I lived on /the main land very happily until Mulkgraub carried me off in a great storm.’ ‘Let me see your home,’ urged the witch-child, curlously. “Mulkgraub might come and nd you,’ hesitated the lady. “Tam not afraid while I wear my jacket.” “Phen you must be prepared to live in the water, or the first breath you draw will strangle you.’ So say- ing the lady drew from her girdle. a golden clamshell closed in the form ofa bottle, which contained a per- fumed liquid. With this she bathed her companton’s face, and they dived together into the lake, where the Indian found that she could breathe as easily as in the upper alr. “Nothing could exceed the beauty of the prison where the lady lived. Certainly Muikgraub had given her a handsome residence, if he was harsh in othor respects. It was a large glass box, with a bell-shaped roof A broad hail extended trom one entrance to the | other, but there was. not a dark corner in the place where one could hide trom the King’s searching eye. “Tle is coming,’ cried the lady, hiding the witch- child in the folds of her robe, Then, as Mulkgraub en- tered one door she darted out of the other, and, rising to the lake surface, as far as her chain would allow, placed the Indian on shore safely. Once out of harm’s way, the witch-child began to think of releasing the lady from prison, She must ask King Rapp about the matter, Accordingly, sho clapped ber wings thrice and a gnome stood at her elbow.” Is it to be wondered at that Job was happy? He woula have been hard to please if the old clock’s story, Nip’s story, the sea shell’s story and the laure; queen's story, not to mention all the others, had not delighted him. If he had been like his grandfather he would have had to know all sorts of disagreeable people, no doubt; but, as it was, he had a world of his own in which he revelled. This volame is made for the holidays, and hand- somely printed and illustrated, Although fairtes are looked upon as children’s property grown people will read about these with pleasure. g's REVENGE aND Sin Nowu’s Hum. By May Agues Fleming. New York: G. W. Carleton & Co, The most refreshing part of Norine’s revenge is that her betrayer was compelied to suffer a portion of his punishment in this world before ne departed to com plete the process ky eternal cremation. One may nog approve of the method by which her revenge wus ac- complished, and yet it is a pleasure to know that it was accomplished at all, The complete revulsion in the feelings of the girl, who had been entrapped into a sham marriage, when she found out her actual or bysband had deserted her after athrod weeks’ bifSsful honeymoon is quite | natural. It docs not seem so natural, however, that a mere child as sho was could plot such a terrible retri- bution, and yet the reader cannot but regard it with a grim delight. The bitter agony which seared her heart through the days of anxious waiting for tidings from her husband, the tender solicitude of the good-natured maiden ladies im whose household she passed her honeymoon, are well portrayed. From that time Norine’s character changed. The confiding child-wife pursued her revenge with a steady, remorseless per- sistency scarcely to be expected. Under an assumed name she was introduced into the household of her be- trayer’s uncle, and having secured his affectionatecon- sideration she was compelled at last to reveal to him her identity. Laurence Thorndyke, the Lothario, was covered what a villain ‘his nephew really was, disin- herited him. Norine accompanied the old man to | Europe, where he died, leaving all his wealth to her. Although the loss of his inheritence was a great blow to Thorndyke it did not satisfy Norine’s vengeance. ‘When she returned to New York as the rich heiress her betrayer met her and was so carried away with admir- ation for ber beauty that he resolved to attempt to win her over again. Norine led him on toa proposal, Rose-colored like the sky, A white gull few Straight toward the utmost boundary of the East Where slowly the rose gathered and increased. It was as on the opening of a door By one that in bis hand a lamp doth hold, Whose flame is hidden by the garment’s fold— The still air moves, the room is less dim. More bright the Bast became, the ocean turned Dark and more dark against the brightening sky— Sharper against the sky the long sea line. ‘Tho holiows of the breakers on the shore Were green like leaves whercon no sun doth shine, Though white the outer branches of the tree, From rose to red the level heaven burned; Then cudden, as if a sword fell from on high, A blade of gold flashed on the horizon’s rim. We may stop hero to gay that the parenthesis be- twee rhymes of dim and rim in this passage is too What |g the use of rhyme ia poetry unless {tis to gratify the ear by a recurrent sound? But the in- terval of eight lines destroys the effect of rhyme, and Bound instead ot being wedded is divorced. But Mr, Gilder's use of rb: 3 always melodious and delicate, | and frequenuiy novel. The deficiency of rhymed words | n the Baglish language is so great that all poets have | shown @ tendency to escape ‘nto blank verse as the = highest 4 freest form of po- v etical expression. Milton emerged from | his “Comus” into “Paradise Lost,” ShaNospeare from | his sonnets into hia plays, Werdsworth from his lyrio | poems into the “Excursion,” and Tennyson from his | dainty melodies into “The Idyls of the King.” Even | the greatest masters of rhyme in this century, such as | Byron and Shelley, who could do anything with words, have been forced into blank verse by the dimculty of treating grand themes by any other method, Mrs, a3 Browning t* an exception, She rebelled against tne | tyranny of language, but undertook to constrain it by inventing arbitrary rhymes whose dreadful disso- bance injures some of her Gnest poems, Asaspecimen of Mr. Gilder’s treatment of the son- net, aud also of his mode of thought and felicitous il- | lustration we quote the following:— LIKENESS IN CNLIKENRSS, We are alike, and yet—ob strange and sweet !— Each tn the othe ‘erence discerns: So the torn strands the matd finger turos Opposing ways, when they again do meet Clasp each in s ‘azae clasps into heat: So wh yn my cool bosom burns, 7 he Each sénse Is lost in the other, So two urns Upon a shelf th hes repeats, i But various color gives a lovelior grace, And each I finer for its complement Thus, Love, is was, I did forget thy face As deeper {nto thy deep soul! went; Vague in my mind (t grow tl, {n ite place, Que that I knew not from my own was sent “The New Day” 18 # contribution to American poetry | which will be welcomed by tho appreciative public, not | only 8 an achievement, bat aso promise, As a first | book it is remarkable for ite freedom from fauits and its maturity of thought The form, however, which | be no cause for further delay.’ would get a divorce to marry her, Then followed a dramatic scene between the three, in which Thorndyke is loaded with scorn and accused of his perfidy. This completed bis ruin. His wife discarded him, his old Jove laughed at him, and ne finally committed suicide ina ftof drunken insanity. The book, like all that Mrs, Fleming writes, abounds in dramatic situations, and the interest is well sustained to the very last, when Norine becomes the wife of the man to whom she was plighted when she was so willingly abducted by her betrayer. stories—“‘Sie Noo!’s Heir,” ‘A Dark Conspiracy” and “Por Better, for Worso,”” by the same author, and all of the same quality. Sraix. By Baron Ch. Davillier, IMustrated by tave Doré. Translated by J. Thomson, F. R. New York: Scrivner, Welford & Armstron, The Baron Davillier was fortunate in having so fine an artist as M. Doré illustrate his book, and M. Doro was equaliy fortunate in having so clever a man as tho Baron Davillier to write the book for bis pictures, Doré never had a better chance to wivld his magic pencil than in the land of the castanet and mandolin. Gus- G, 3. | Spain tga much written about, much illustrated coun- | try, but we doubt if it has ever been served up to the public in more agredbie form than by theso two brilliant Frenchmen. This ie tho fret English translation that | has been made of the book, which is not unfamiliar in the orginal, It {s seldom that the reading matter in a book upon which a great deal of money has been spent in illus- trating amounts to much. The publisher generally | relies upon the pictures to make the book seil, In this | instance pen and pencil have done justice to each othor and to the subject, ‘There are three bundred and nine of Doré’s illustrations in this volume, many of them full page and in the artist's best style. Those familiar with Doré’s work will eee at a glance what | @ glorious fleld Spain was for his purpose. Aland abounding in the grotesque as well as the ro- mantio and beautiful, the only wonder i@ that this artist had not seized upon it long ago. The author in his first chapter says:—“My old friend Doré haa beca talking to me fora long timo of bis desire to visit Spain. At first it was only a vaguo project, nogligently | thrown out between the whiMs of a cigar; but it soon | became @ fixed idea, one of those dreams that leave no rest to the mind until they ere realized. I never saw him at any time but be put the question, ‘When shall wo set out for Spaint’ ‘My dear friend,’ I re- plied, ‘you forges that twenty times already, if I ro. member rightly, I have traversed the classic land of the castanet and bolero.’ ‘All the more reason,’ he said; ‘seeing that you know Spain go well, there should I own | could raise no objection to this forcible reasoning, and we set out to- gether.” Imagine what delight{ul travelling compan. tons they must have been! The beggars were among the earliest subjects for Doré’s pencil, and thelr picturesque rugs were mado the mosto£L There isasplendid full page of them on, Mr. Gilder chose is too narrow and conilned for the breadth and aveep of expression which we think he | possesses. Both the song and sonnet are perfect in Ahbemselyes, but their sphere tn poetry Js limited, and we think that even Shakespeare has shown that they are not adapted for a sustained narration of either feelings or facta, The typography of the book ia ad- | mirnble, and the filustrations charmingly drawn and delicately engraved, Tur Catsxru. Fares. By Virginia W. Joboson. New York: Harper & Brothers. Miss Johnson has been peopling the Catsk!ll Moun- tains with layics, gnomes and witches, and so well Las page four. After seeing these illustrations we can bet- | painting of a concert saloon in Spain, which attracted | so much favorable and unfavorable notice when exhib- | {ted at the Academy of Design inthiseity. Mr. Moore | Sees things in about the same way as M. Doré. Barce- | Jona was the frst city of importance visited by Messrs. | Doré and Davitlier. This city, ays the author, nowa- days resebles Marset t presents nearly the same activity, the same mixture of diverse nationalities and the same absence of any distinctive type. Tho mantilla ia rarely seen, and \t isin vain that we have tried to | discover the least trace of the Andalowse, au teint brun tohave been the old man’s heir, who, when he dis- | and so fixed it that his wife should be present at the Interview in which | he declared his passion and sald that ne | In the same volumo are presented three minor | tor appreciate the grotesqueness of Mr, Harry Moore's | of Alfred de Musset. Doré found plenty of mantillas ‘tn other parts of Spain, and he has reproduced ‘them with fine effect. Wedo not think he has caught the Dest type of Spanish beauty in his women, but then he rarely makes beautiful women. There is one m his “Ant and Grasshopper,” however. Bull fighting ocea- pies considerable of the author's and artist's attention. It is a capital subject for illustration. A full page is devoted to Teresa Bolsi, the female bull fighter, who won the plaudits of the populace by her dextroas use Of the red cloth and sword, Not the least interesting chapter is the one devoted to dancing and profusely il* lustratod. Some little space is given to a description of and arguments for and against castanets. Any one who has heard this instrument well played as an ac- companiment to dancing knows how well suited it is for marking time aud giving acertaim snap to the per- formance. The prettiest dancing in ‘Ahmed’? was in the castanet dance. Spain without castanets would be like Scotland with the bagpipes left out, The man who listens with scorn to the click of the castanets had better not venture into Spain, This country is ccle- brated for its dances, among the most popular of which are the bolero and the fandango, A number of these dances are indecent, like the cancan of France, but those that are looked upon as national dances are sim- ple and unobjectionable. Speaking of a visit to a danc- ing saloon the writer says:—‘‘The dancer took up her position in the centre of a circle to perform the Jaleo de Jerez, the leading steps of which she executed with great agility, accompanied both {indifferently and well by the blind ciego, who now and again neglected to keep time, when murmurs and cries of ‘“Fuera el violin! venga la guitarra!” were heard, The audience would have the violin no Jonger, but clamored for the guitar. The oifl- cial guitarrero had not yet arrived, and the poor ciego. discouraged by bis want of success, had ceased playing, while the campanera stood motionless on the floor. We at last requested the ciego to permit an aficionada to replace him for a moment, and, handing the violin to Doré, he played the jaleo with marvellous skill. It +18 well known that our great artist is. violinist of the first order, Rossini, who knew him, gave him a brevet with his own hands, The campanera, electrified by Doré’s fiddling, even surpassed herself, and fluished the Jaleo de Jerez amid a furor of applause, of which the imprompta player had his full shdre. Notwith- Standing all this, the bolero did not bow her head, In the midst of her triumphs she looked tenderly upon an Englishman, a tall personage with long red whiskers- the traditional attributes of his race—and after per- forming a few steps before him, accompanied by most winning amiles, she cast alittle embroidered handker, chief at the object of her attention, who, at a loss what to make of it, applied to us, and we explained that the Andalusian dancers select a,stranger. When they have made their choice they throw their handkerchiet at him, and, in return for this high mark of favor, he is expected to hand it back with a durillo tied into the corner. The Englishman acquitted himself with a very good grace, and the campaners, after taking the coin, thanked him graciously.” This will be one of the handsomest books offered dur- ing the holidays, and the gorgeousness of the cover is fair index to the beauties to be found inside, AL Pon Ruri Practice, Including Suggestion for Masv, ‘ By Colonel . & PF. P Practice at Long Range (fifth edition). George W. Wingate. New York: Church, ‘The impulse lately givén to that branch of rifle shoot- ing known as target practice has created a demand for rife literature, and Colonel Wingate’s little volume is the first put forth in America to meet that want, Al- though skill in the use of the rifle is a traditional Ameri- can accomplishment the shots which made the Ken tucky rifle famous were fired at game, whether man or brute, and, hence, the practice was very different from, and far more practical than the sport which has taken its place at the Creedmoors that are spritging up all over the Union, Then rifle shooting meant food or even liberty to live, The men who successively occupied the ever westward re- ceding frontier of savagery held their life in their hands, and those hands habitually grasped the rifle. As the game and the red man disappeared, the ritto was gradually succeeded by the shotgun, and when towns grew out of villages, the love of lethal weapons settled down into pistols, Thus, except in the Far West and some portions of the South, the sovercicn American had for a generation before the first victory at Creedmoor done little to keep up the national repa- tation for unerring rifle shooting. If we do not here take into account the rifle shooting done durigg the war, {t 1s because the quantity of lead projected would be a very bad guide to the quality of the firing, and because the development of good shots was sporadic. On the Southern side the shoot- ing was better than on the side of the North during the first years of the war. This was largely because the men were used to firearms from their youth, while the Northern recruit frequently handled a musket for the first time when he put on the uniform. Hence the mill- ton or more of disbanded men who had upheid the nation’s honor on the battlefield retired to their homes with very hazy notions about fine shooting. We are aware that this is a differently colored picture of American skill with the rifle from that which the “average Englishman’? accepts from the imaginative brush of certain English novelists who sketch the fur trapper of the Territories strolling down Broadway clad in skins and have no | hesitation in describing New Yorkers taking the cars | to Harlem for a day’s sport at buffalo hunting or the Jerseyite eallying forth to fight*the scalping redskins, Ours is the true picture, however. Rifle shooting at long range was unknown here up to a couple of years ago. It was tmported from England at that date, In Great Britain itself it had its birth in 1860, about which time popular bel.ef was strong that Napoleon IIL, the Man of December, was casting a longing eye upon the | chalk cliffs of Old England with the inten- tion of “revenging Waxerloo.” Citizen _ soldier- ing became the patriotic fever, and rifle butts resounded to the rack of the Enfield muzzle- | louders from John o’Groat’s to the Land’s End, The English passion for rifle shooting outlived the mo- tive that brought it into being, and improvements in é construction of firearms developed a formidable phalanx of superior shots, After the victory of the American team of 1874 over the Irish team at Creed- | moor rifle shooting was seriously examined here as a | heaithful, manly sport as well as a necossary prepara. tion for our fellow citizens upon whom may fall the | honor of defending our flag when war's horrid front | next rears itself; but the victory at Dollymount decided the matter. The averages of ehooting at the Creeamoor | meeting were higher this fall than ever, and the entries greater tn namber. From all over the Union wo learn of the opening of rifle ranges, and five years from now the champion of America | will have to hold his own against a thousand crack | shots where now he has to triumph over fifty—about | the number of reliable Jong range riflemen we possess to-day. This statement will make apparent tho error | of the gallant and genial Major Leech, late Captain of | the Irish team, who, in spurring on his comrades to renewed exertion’ before the Dollymount mateh, re- minded them that America had a population of 40,000,000 skilled in the use of the riflo to draw upon, | while Irishmen, except ina small priviloged clase, | were excluded from the use of firearms by It is | but fair, however, to remember that about the samo | time Colonel Wingate, tf we mistake not, was publicly | regretting that America had only tho little Amateur | Rifle Club to choose from, while Major Leech could | select his team from all Jretand, In the latter country there are, perhaps, not over 100 good shots, for the | very sufficient reason given by Major Leech; so the | Major and the Colonel can cry quita, With all this premised, {t will be seon what there is a widg and spreading fleld here for good works on rifte shooting. We have undoubtedly finer rifice than either | England or Ireland, our men are as good, and proper | direction is the main need now to develop the best sharpshootets In the world. The book before us, in- | tended to fill this need, ts confessedly and naturally, in great part, a compilation of English works on the sub | Jeet. ‘The body of the work is devoted to the element | lary principles of riflo shooting as applicable to military service, with a description of the principal rifles in nso | here—namely, the Remington, Springfield, Peabody and Sharps. A good deal of attention is paid to tho musketry duties of National Guard officers, theo- retical instruction, sighting drill, armory practico | amd before the targets, while considerable space is devoted to suggestions for the formation and man- agement of rifle aesociations, the erection of ranges and 80 forth. In these branches of his subject, the author's expertence has stood him in good stead, and his views deserve attention, as they come with the prestige of successful management at Creedmoor. In fact, we may state that in the primary details, the essential ground, work of organizing, he may be followed to advantage law. It ia, howover, just where the work enters on the more oceult mysteries of rifle shooting that it will give least satisfaction. Long range shooting is treated in an appendix which, though sound inthe main, falls far short of the requirements of a work of the kind, It is rathera loose bundle of hints, suggestions and bric a brac ex- periences than a properly digested treatise om a scionco where the utmost nieety of calculation needs combination with high qualities of nerve and en- durance. In long range shooting there is an absolute as nearly attainable as in chemistry, but in the scat- tered thoughts of the appendix, @xpressed in loose English and occasional wild eccentricities of spelling, for which the publishers should blush, tho aspirant will look in vain for i, It may be urged that the science is in its infancy here, and that our marksmen plucked their honors from Europe by “feeling thelr way”? to accuracy; but the aspirant of to-day should not be compelled to grope on in like manner, It is evident that the author has done his best, and in his blunt, common sense way of putting things much that is valuable will be found, But that is not enough, The subject must be taken up by some one more highly qualified to deal with it, who will treat absolutely of cause and effect, and not loosely of unaccounted-for metnods and results, It would extend this notice to too great length to point out all the shortcomings of the book before us, as it would be to recount its many excellences, The chapter, for instance, devoted to sights and elevations is sadly short of what it might be, and when he says, for instance, that ‘in shooting both with military rifles and with peep and globe sights, at long range, none of the Amateur Club pay any atten- tion to change of light on the target,’ we do not think he is correct or that practice would be found to justify it, At this period, too, when much money is being ex- pended in the erection of targets, it is regretable that Colonel Wingate did not take pains to describe more fully the Wimbledon canvas target system, which, if adopted at the outset, is as cheap as the iron targets, infinitely more accurate and satisfactory. Instead of the large splash mark of the last bullet, easily ‘and frequently mistaken by the marker for the badly covered splash of a pre- vious missile, he has a clean hole cut through the can- vas, while the rifleman has constantly a perfectly de- fined target before him, and not battered till the bull’s- eye is hardly distinguishable from the centre, as often happens in regimental and match firing where the prac- tice ig at all good, If we have spoken freely of the faults of Colonel Wingate’s book, it is rather that we may stimalate the study of the higher grades of rifle shooting on a sound scientific basis, and by and by have books wherein the really fundamental facts and finest details shall be presented in a form at once at, tractive and thorough. As this 1s the only book within easy reach of American riflemea we recommend it, with the qualifications we have expressed and until a better “appears, LITERARY CHIT-CHAT. The November Eclectic contains a capital steel por- trait of William Holman Hunt, with a short sketch of that artist by the editor. Mr. Horace White’s article, “An American's Impression of England,” which at- tracted so much attention in the Fortnightly Review, is also in this number. Mr. George F. For¢’s ‘‘Early History and Antiquities of Freemasonry” {s almost as popular among the un- initiated as among the Masons. It is interesting read- ing for any one, Such acarefully prepared work do- serves all the praise that may be bestowed upon it Mrs, Helen Hunt bas just returned to Colorado as Mrs, Jackson, Itis to be hoped that married life wiil not interfere with her literary career, Another Saxe Holme claimant has turned up, When the real author of the Saxe Holme stones chooses to be made public the literary world will say, “The very one; it could be none other.'? Mr. A. Sidney Logan’s ‘Mirror of a Mind’? has re- ceived better notices from the critics than any poem of a new author that has appeared in a long time, ‘Tho late book fair has been a great disappointment to the Messrs. Leavitt. The publishers had made up their minds beforehand that it would amount to nothing, so they were not disappointed. They say that they would have made money by not having left their own stores, particularly the out-of-town men, Little, Brown & Co. have ready a new edition of Emerson's “Trees and Shrubs.” Although this 1s’ called a report on the trees and shrubs growing in Mas sachusetts it includes nearly every hard-wood tree m America, This work has long been considered a standard, Its typographical appearance and illustra- tions are fine. Porter & Coateg have just ready volume one of an English translation of the Count de Paris’ “History of the Civil War in America.” This edition will be complete .n four volumes, The same firm have ready “Evening Amusements fer Every One,” arranged by D. Amos Planche; illustrated by George Cruikshank and others. Now that the long evenings have begun this book will be eagerly sought after. Roberts Brothers have in press ‘The Shepherd Lady,” and other poems, by Jean Ingelow, handsomely illustrated; also the autobiography of Mrs. Fletcher, ‘uniform with ‘* Mary Somerville’s Recollections.”” Macmillan & Co. publish Mr. A. W. Ward’s “ History of English Dramatic Literature.” In this work the course of the drama is taken up from the miracle plays of old and brought down to the time ot Queen Anne, Gail Hamilton will tura the tables in her next book, which will contain sermons to the clergy. Joaquin Miller has a second novel under way. It is entitled “The One Fair Woman,” and is already an- nounced in London. Anthony Trollope is writing a new novel, entitled “The Prime Minister.” Is it to be a political novel? Porter & Coates have issued a series of handy volume poets in neat cases, uniform with the handy volume “Shakespeare.” There are ten volumes in the series. “Sermons to the Clergy’ will be the titleof Gail Hamilton’s forthcoming book, Think of the audacity of a woman preaching at all, and the still greater au- dacity of levelling her sermons at the preachers! Mr. R. A. Proctor’s new work is announced by Ap- pleton & Co., under the title of “Our Placo Among In- finities: A Series of Essays Contrasting Our Lite Abode in Space and Time with the Inflnities Around Us.” Jobn Burroughs, the naturalist, has writteh another out-of-doors book to follow his “Wake, Robin.” “Win. ter Sunshine” fs the attractive title and Hurd & Hough- ton will publish ft. The Laureate Tennyson will commemorate in yerso the visit of the Prince of Wales to India’ We should think the muse would be rather unwilling. Mr. Joseph Fisher has in press ‘The History of Land Holding in England.” ‘We are to have more posthumous writings of Georgo Grote, the historian, entitled “Fragments on Etuical Subjects.” f ‘Tho venerable John Payne Collier, at the age of eighty- seven, is busily engaged on his new editionof Shake- speare. ‘That prolific writer the Rov. S, Baring-Gould has still another book in press, under tho title of ‘Village Preaching For a Year.”” An Italian book by Pomponio Leto, entitled “Eight Months at Rome During the Vatican Council,” has been translated, and will be published in London by Murray, The American missionaries in Japan have printed a translation of Luke’s Gospel into Japanese, at Yoko- hama. Miss Trench’s new “Life of St. Teresa’? is greatly commended by the London Academy. Frederick Marshall's book about “International Vani- ties”’ ts brilliant and learned, without being pedantic or trifling. It ts full of humor of the finest kind in treat- ing of matters of etiquette und ceremonial, civil and military. Kar! Elze’s “Essays on Shakespeare” have been translated and published by Macmillan, London and New York. They are the work of ashrowd and clear sighted critic, and positively throw new lighton the sources and characters of the immortal dramatist We are to have two rival translations of Moliére’s plays published simultaneously. ‘The Orst, by HL Van Laun, has already begun to appear; the other, by Mr, C. Héron-Wall, will be published in Bohn’s Standard Library Series. Guizov’s “History of France,” vorume four, has just appeared {n London, completing the work as it was eft by its author, Lippincott & Oo, have in press Mr. ©. 0, Bombangh’s monograph on “The Kiss, in History, Fiction, Poetry and Anecdote,” which will serve to amuse the curious, The authorized iife of Edwin Forrest, by the Rev. William R. Alger, is at last annoanced as tn course of printing by J. B. Lippincott & Co,, Philadelphia, The German Parliament has appropriated 26,000 marks (« mark {3 twenty-one cents) to parchase addi- tianal books for its library of 40,000 volumes NEW YORK HERALD, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1875—TRIPLE SHEET. HERZEGOVIN Hussein Pacha’s Views on the In- surrection and Its Causes. after our meagre repast we encountered the gorgeously+ attired cavas, or servant of the Austrian Consul This cavas, & splondid Albanian, dressed in clean white jupon, Variegated leggings, sandals, a braided jacket and a girdle filled with weapons, led the way to the house of his master, who boasted the best houso tn Trebigne, It isa miserable hovel, which the taste of tne venerable Consul has managed to turn into a com- fortable apology for a residence, It stands at the top of a curiously graded flight OTTOMAN BLINDNESS AND SLOTH. | of #one steps, on which dozens of Christian An Aus Consul and a Greek Inter- preter on the Situation. women, dressed in blue trousers and faded jackets, sat nursing their children or curiously contemplating the little group of Europeans as it passed by, THE AUSTRIAN CONSUL, ‘The Consul was a man of rare intelligence, who had lived fourteen years in the town and was familiar with all the troubles of the inhabitants. He said that relig- ious troubles were rare among the poorer inhabitants; INSURGENT DARING. | thatthe only groat tyrauny was that of tho tyrannieal meres Raausa, Oct, 3, 1875, property-owners, who insisted on making the Chris- tians do ali their work and on taking most of the fruits of that labor. Undera decent administration, he said, Just outside the walls of Trebigne we found a strong ‘the Mussutman and the Christians, Catholic ond Greek, camp, occupied by several hundred men. These were all regulars—the swarthy faces, the wild eyes, tho curious Oriental gait and gesture proclaimed thom Asi- atics. We rolled across the little drawbridge and into the town, accompanied by an army of curs and small children, and drew up near the chateau at present oc- cupied by His Excellency Hussein Pacha Trebigne’s walls are #aid to have been built by some Turks who were chased out of Castelnuovo by sthe Ve- netians, In the Middle Ages it was the capital city of quite a renowned principality; and at present it ts a airty lithe ‘Turkish town of tenth rank, The streets are narrow, crooked and lined on either side with mean bazaars. The people look squalid, stupid and unhappy. The men spend most of their time in sitting cross-legged on the benches in their bazaars, smoking their pipes, and moodily regard- mn all thetowns would have no troulie, Hnudreds of harpies from the countries of Asiatic Turkey were now fattening upon the products of Christian abor and “were engaged in treading the Christians into the mire, ‘nd so the native Mussulmaus joined, more or less, in a tyranny which none except the richer landown. ers were really disposed in favor of. No Turk, how- ever, tills the land, he said; none of them join in an ‘effort to develop the country. ‘Theg only o«t up what- ever is produced and growl for more. TheConsul fairly roared with laughter when I suggested that if ull the lazy follows whom we had seen around Trebigne were inclined to work they could turn the plains now 60 poorly cultivated: into a smiling expanse of rich fields. “These people are so ignorant that you can- not make them understand the necessity 04 thorough culture,” he said. “You must recollect that ing each other, There did not seem even to be any con- the Turkd do not care for progress, but derido it and ‘Yorsation among them. Tho Christians did not appear to be undergoing any special surveillance, as they went spit upon it, and that {f the Christian should accumu- late any wealth, or should surround his house with a and, came freely, but we were informed that most of | ging garden, he would probably be dragged before a those who had remained in Trebigne after the outbreak of the insurrection were Catholics, who were more or Jess in sympathy with the Turks, We had been in town but a few minutes when we were accosted by an official, clad in European costume, who inquired our desires, On presenting our credentials he consented to escort us to the chétean and to accord us an interview with Hus- sein Pacha, the commander of the forces and the opera- tigns in and around Trebigne, Followed by an immense crowd of men and boys, we accompanied our guide, who was a Greek doctor, from Constantinople, to the primitive yet strongly built fortress in which the com- mander was lodged. We passed under a frowning gate way and, saluted gravely by ferocious looking Asiatics, entered a court where numerous cannon were planted. From this court we were led into another, up a stone staircase, into an ante-chamber paved with gravel, and into the presence of numerous guards. INTERVIRW WITH HUSSBIN PACHA. Hussein Pacha, elegantly dressed in a European uni- beard, brought into strong relief by the brilliant color of his fez, stood at the door of his private room to re- ceive us. He gave his hand to each and then led the way intoasmall uncarpeted room, where we were invited to be seated. Then curling himself up on a huge divan which stretched entirely across one side of tho room, he fell to nursing a long pipe, whose bow! reposed in a eilver tray, and he seemed entirely to have forgotten us. After due deliberation the Greek doctor, who acted as interpreter, ventured to speak:—Your Excellence,” he said, ‘these are gentlemen from Ragusa, one of whom is a journalist from America” At this the Pacha slightly inclined his head and motioned to an attendant, who brought cigarettes and a coal with which to light them. We were then invited to converse and, pre- sonting letters from the Turkish Consul at Ragusa, were speedily welcomed anew. Hussein Pacha main- tained, however, the air ofa man about to fall asleep, by an intense indifference for all mundane considerations in the dreamy manner in which ho returned to his pipe, after be had held the Consul’s letters upside down for a short time, as if meditating whether or not he should read them, He speaks no language but his own, so that the interview was conducted entirely through the interpreter in French and Turkish. Tiussein Pacha opened the interview with the statement that the dis- affection in the provinces was mainly due to the active intervention of foreign agents, Montencgrins and Ser- vians, who kept the flame of revolt alive a long time after the Christians native to the country would be glad to let it die out, He dismissed with lofty scorn, as do all the Orientals of his class, the charges that the Turkish administration is corrupt and does not gwe justice to the Christians. He asserted that the Turkish government had desired to make concessions, and had even paid certain classes in the province not to engage in the insurrection, only to find that those people em- ployed the money which they had received for that pur- pose exclusively to purchase arms with which to fight the Turks, He accused the insurgents of the grossest crueltics, that they indulged in useless slaughter, and that they broke all their promises. But he ap- peared to be utterly ignorant of the number of their forces, their disposition and the names of their leaders. When I spoke of Liubibratich the interpreter asked me what his position among the insurgents was, and seemed quite astonished when I told him that he was the leader. The Pacha made no secret of the number of his forces; said that he had 2,000 men and was expecting reinforcements, and smiled contemptuously when we hinted that the insurgents might possibly attack Tre- bigne anew. While we were speaking on this subject two officers came in with the announcement that the insurgents had just burned two villages but a short dis- tance from Trebigne. ‘The Pacha asserted that the Turks do not follow the barbarous custom of making no prisoners, We then asked him how many prisoners he had in Trebigne, whereupon he responded “nine.” We drew our own conclusions, fancying that if but nine prisoners re- mained in his hands at the end of several weeks’ fight- ing his men must have been extremely Slliberal in giv- ing quarter, He seemed convinced that the consular mission, so far as any mediation was concerned, had come to naught, and did not for a moment presume to doubt that the Ottoman government would succeed in putting all the Insurgents out of the way. He ap- peared, like all other Turks, to have a deeply rooted dislike to anything hke European intervention in ‘Turkish affairs and to be determined, if possible, to prevent it. He fancied that the distur- Dances might last all winter, but had evidently per. suaded himself to believe that the insurgents were only the victims of foreign machination and would, sooner or later, return to their homes. He did not know how deep and bitter were the resolutions taken by the op- posing forces not to rest or sleep until the country Is cleared of the Turks. AN INTELLIGENT INTERPRETER. Coffee was served in tiny caps, and after Hossein Pacha had given us some vague ideas as to the duration of the campaign, and had vigorously defended the ‘Turkish property-holder against the charges of cruelty and injustice, we rose to take our leave, He was greatiy pleased, and I fear equally puzzled, when informod that his conversation would be reported in the New Yor« Heraup. He called tho people in the country round about ‘Trebigno barbarians, both Turks and Christians, and appeared to think that their woes were of small consequence, Tho interpreter, however, who was aman of rare common sense aud of much better education than the Pacha, had different views on the subject, Of course he was a Turk in his politics and reasoned that the Mussu!men, whether originally right or wrong, were now clearly the owners of the great mass of the property in tho Herzegovina and that they were entitled to protection. He said that the Muasulmen living im the province had certainly suffered tenfold more by the insurrection than tho Christians, In the villages destroyed wuring the last three months the ‘Turks had beon tho main losers, although the insur- gents had sometimes burned their own cabins rather than spare: those of their enemies which they wished to whelm in @ general conflagration. As the train wae filled with troops and as there was nothing in the shape of Trebigne watched us through the doors. The people, Turk and Christian, tn this section havea healthy awe ofthe stranger, They got meekly out of our way, and the most ferocious-looking—oven those armed to the tecth—were highly gratified ata bow, which they re- | neighboring court and bastinadoed for some imaginary offence until he agrood to yield up everything. Somo strong government alone can prevent such tyrannies; some government which administers exact and equal Justice to all classes, aud punishes with great severity all corruption.” Tho Consul said that most of the charges mado against the Turkish authorities by the insurgents were unhappily too true, He denied, however, that Chris- tian women were forcibly abducted from their homes and ravished, but said that the Turks, by persuasion and flattery, always managed to win over to the Moslem religion and its various degradations the young and attractive Christian women. They insisted that thes¢ girls should be allowed to live among the Turks, and in a few years the hapless creatures were completely per- verted, In all the country rouad no school, no effort any, where to raiso the masses out of their pitiful degrada. tion, There are hundreds of agas in this section of the form, his dark, handsome fnee framed ina symmetrical | pierzogovina whe have never been as far as Ragusa They know of nothing in the world beyond yonder hing of mountains, They are narrow, ignorant, dirty and stupid. None of them have any idea of a proper uso of the wealth which they have accumulated, Thoy stare at the idea of improvements, and scowl at the stranger who appears inclined to look into the treasures of their mountains. BACK TO RAGUSA. We were not sorry to leave Trebigne, its crooked streets and its uninviting rows of dirty shops, bebind. Climbing out once more among the burned villages and along the rough road, we found the column which we had seen in tho morning returning leisurily to tho town, guarding a long tram of pack mules laden with wood. ‘The officers saluted us in ttle Mohammedan fashion, raising their hands to their lips and then to their foreheads, after which they ranged their men into two long columns on either side of the road and allowed us to pass. An hour later wo were rattling along in tho mountain passes where tho insurgents still held Sway. We encountered a band of Christians from Trebigne who had been sent out by Muesein Pacha to bury the Turk whose body we had found by the way- side. But we saw no insurgents; no rifle crack re- sounded from tho hills; no voices shouted cither defiance or friendly warning. From an immense height we looked down upon the ruins of the huge Monastery of Duzi, from which the insurgents were some time ago obliged to retreat, All around the unlovely plain was seared and scorched with the marks of battie; the mon- astery walls were razed almost tothe ground, There tha insurgents lost many munitions, and some of tho Jeaders lost valuable equipments, Duzi looked mourn- fal and romantte, and the giant hills about it reminded one of those described in that weird poem of Brown- ing’s beginning :— Child Roland to the dark tower come. Here and there, under the tender light of the waning sun, little patches of fertile ground were set like jewels in the hard and rocky breast of the mountains, On these little oases one could readily remark that there had been recent encampments. ear some there were dead horses, near others the ashes of fires. The Turks at Driena keopasharp eye on the mountains visiblo from their fortress, and whenever they soe the flicker ing light of a fre they double their sentinels. tT cannot attack the insurgents in the pathless mountain but they know well that the daring mountaineers may at any moment spring upon them, The insurgents have already been under the wulls of Driena with dynamite, with which they hoped to to spring the Turks into the air; but this daring ex- ence failed. We crossed the frontier to the musio of crackling rifle and pistol shots, fired by the wasteful patrol. Those soldicrs sppoared to fancy ft their duty to waste the Ottoman Empire’s ammunition upon empty air. Although we knew that the insurgents were campod only an hour's distance away, we did not believe that the patrol were firing their pistols and guns for the purpose of provoking acollision. On the contrary we felt certain that thoy would be very glad to escape it. They havea healthy horror of the Mon- tenegrins, whose numbers they have greatly magnified, and whose brutality they exaggerate. It was almost dark when we discerned the rugged slope leading to the gate of Ragusa, Tho olive trees spread their ragged boughs against a stained and cloud. seamed sky. The waves below, at the foot of the cliff, were singing an evening monotone; the insects made tremendous humming in the thickets; the soldiers and the musicians, wandering arm in arm, cooed and pratiled; the gaunt refugees were seated in little groups, munching food or caring for their weary and foot-sore chilaren. In the little city all was peace and tranquillity. At the great square in front of the hotel a crowd stared anxiously at us. as our return from Trebigne was announced. Many were uucharitable enough to hint that they did not believe we had really accomplished the journey. Woary with eight hours of frightful joluing on the worst road I had ever seen, L was glad to erawl into bed, and to forget the insurrec- tion and everything else until morning. THE RUSSIANS IN KHOKAND. PROCLAMATION OF GENERAL KAUFMANN—WAB AGAINST THE WHITE CZAR AN INIQUITY, {From the London Standard, Oct, 21.) The Voice of St. Petersburg publishes the following as the text of the proclamation of General Kaufmann to tho inhabitants of the Kbanate of Khokand after the recently described defeats of the native forces:— Peorie or Kaokanp, Sartes, Kirtevaks. KairGuess, AND ALL THE Previous Suaskors or Kuot-poLak Kuas— A fow ambitious individuals, whose names I will not mention, have incited you to a religious war against the Russians. This war was commenced without the slight- est cause. A war against the White Czar, tho dispensa- tor of and prosperity to all the peoples subject to his rule, 1s an iniquity; and God will always be against those who take up arms against the Russians. Ask the Sartes and the Khirghese, gg od of the White Czar, if they do not feel py and contented under his gracious protectior ask them if they are prevented from worshipping the law of Islam. i, who am in- full powers from the White Czar, his orders the inhabitants of Turkestan, that our Sartes and our Kbirgheso and enjoy the most perfect tranquillity aud security, Tho great White Czar never violates his word, and his government is based upon law and justice. As for the ambitious individuals to whom I have alluded, and who hi induced you to carry on @ religious war against the Russi they have acted, not in your in- torests or for your nitimate good, but sti with the object of seizing upon the reins ll 6 . You ought, In consequence of the evils they have brought upen ou, and the sufferings to which you have been sub- ‘to seize upon them and to deliver them up to me, T have come amongst you with my troops in order to inflict punishment upon those who have excited you to fs war against the Russians. Tho arnues of Russia never inflict injury upon persons un- armed; but those discovered with arms in their hands will be punished by my orders, Lay down ur arms, therefore; return to your homes and your various ocenpations, and no Russian will: bara according to trusted with and govern by can assure you prosper, become rich, of a hotel to be found we went to a miserable cabaret | you nor lay hands upon a particle of your property. for dinner. Nothing bata few eggs and some frutt were Hf to be had, We sat on candle boxes around 4 pine table | the Russians; and the and ate in primitive fashion, while half the population | never ‘thing that may be taken as necessary fr the troops for im money. Such is the law observed be pele fond the armies of the great White. Oza? act otherwise. ‘Your former Khan has been sent, ry my orders, from Taschkend to St Petersburg. Ho will never return as ar sovereign, for! know perfectly well that Khou Jotar Khan ‘Eid not enjoy the affection and confidence of the Khokand le. I The Governor jeneral and Commander-in-Chiof of thy troops, Aide-de-Camp be « DE KAUBMANN, turned with unetian, Wanderinu (hrough tho town}, Bivovac or Mawnan, Sept,