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THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JULY. 21, -1895. 21 THE CALn is able to promise another chapter of ‘“Holidays on Olympus” for next Sunday’s issue, July 28. The subject to be discussed will be the “Influence of Poetry on Life,” and the discussion will be conducted by people of our everyday wosld in a way that will be interesting and helpful to their fellow mortals. Joaquin Miller, in his story of “Ben- jamin Franklin's Po ' published in THE CALL to-day, tells his reader to leave the dialect dictionary behind when going into the California Sierra. *‘There is _Imt. there never was, any dialect in the mines there,” says Mr. Miller. “What we have in our Cali- to it right out fornia literature steppec of Dickens’. In the ( Sierra the miners were not so clean cut. There they were, many of them, pioneers of pioneer parents, and once had some dialect; but the man from the Eastern States who started the C: rnia mines was, as a rule, from the richest, brightest and best family of his region and was the bravest and best educated member of To this opinion every man perience on the Pacific ssent, however much it rers of Bret Harte and y writers A NEW GOSPEL OF LABOR. rightest and his book signs himself A. d calls his work the only tical solution of the ance of the book, in fact, lies the train of argunment by or leads up to his proposed ves a very clear and inter- nary of the causes that result eriods of financial de- “hard times.” Politi- mists have taught us that we are these periods at intervals of even years, and various | m time to time been ad- their recurrent nature. War, ns of values, the demonetization ,our relations with foreign coun- , all these have at different periods ned as causes of the hard times. | ious theorist has even gone so far, e of spots upon the sun. 1 of Labor’” is an industrial one, 1 upon what is known as the wage The figures which the author | his work are thpse of the census of 1880, those of 1890 not vet being available, According to these figures the total cost of National production in mechanical and manufacturing products, the cost of coal d non-precious metals, quarries, petro- oils and products of petroleum, products, farming, etc., wasj : The value of products, dlemen’s profits, etc., brought the re- ice of these products up to $12.482,- ). At this price the production of ear had to be consumed by the popu- of fifty and a quarter millions. | Now, according to the income table of that same year,of all wageworkers and small and middle-class farmers, etc., who numbered | sixteen and a sixteenth millions of people, the total earnings of all these was $4,434,- 376,441, These sixieen and a sixteenth mi lions of people had to support 30,439,277 women and children, so that this total of wages and salaries was the year's income of over 46,000,000 men, women and chil- dren. There remained upward of 3,000,000 bhuman beings representing the families of the moneyed classes, whose income amounted to at least $4,000,000,000, but who numerically were but 7 per cent of the entire population. These figures, therefore, teach that 93 per cent of the entire people of this country could on consume one-third of the country’s i dustrial product for one year, because that was all their year's income conld buy, At the same time, the remaining 7 per cent of wealthy people could not consume the other two-thirds of the production, because their number was too small to do so. Thus the consequence of too small an in- come of the great masses of the people and the concentration of too much wealth in the hands of a small class had reduced the Nation’s consumption to less than half its productive power. , the unconsimed residue of not in the nature of things to any foreign market is car- ried over from year to year until the supply so far exceeds, not only the demand, but the power_of the people to pay for the goods produced that the cry of overpro- duction is set up. Mills close, mines are he storehouses are full to overflow- ing, with no buyers to help empty them. Storekeepers fail, factories shut down, men out of work, and the consumptive power of the Nation is still further re- duced. In a word, we have fallen upon hard times. That is to say the people are hungry because there is too much food in the storehouses; they are shoeless, ill clad, poorly housed because too many shoes and houses and garments have been made and built and constructed! Over- production has produced a period of finan- cial depression. There is something Igrotesque about this. It is a subject fit for the pen of a humorist, but “*A. Roadmaker” isno humorist. He states his facts and makes very little comment thereon. A number of chapters of his book are devoted to an account of how England has made it her policy to open new markets for her sur- plus product, all over the world. How she has done this, in India, in China, how she is doing this in Africa, is matter of history. Much space, too, is iven to a study of industrial conditions in this country, and the balance of the book is made ur of an exposition of the author’s particular remedy for the evil he writes of. He would have wholesale, pub- lic co-operation in every line of industr; under lf](’ direction of a new National ad- ministrative department to be known as the Department of Labor, the chief of which should be called the Secretary of Labor. Every branch of productive in- dustry should be carried on by National and social labor unions, who shall regulate all matters pertaining to that branch of industry and shall be able to borrow of the Government money, to consist of Gqvern- ment bills to be issued for that purpose by the United States treasury, the loans to be secured by mortgage on the means of labor by the various unions. Ina word he con- templates a reign of trades unionism, with the elimination of the entire employing class and a system of paternal fostering by the Government of the various industries and productive agencies of the Nation. He works out an elaborate scheme of the eavor to prove these crises simul- | ith and dependent upon the ap- | e explanation offered in this “New | | “Confessions of a Young Man,” and in | the decidedly readable volume of “Im- | pressions and Opinions,”” which he issued |last year, this tendency crops out every now and again, to be, apparently, re- strained by an occasional reappearance of his really sound newspaper sense. But in *‘Celibates” he hasgiven his fancy full swing, and the result is something as curious, as anomalous as is George Moore himself. The heroine of the most impor- tant story in the book, Mildred Lawson, is an orphaned young woman of good Eng- lish family and moderate wealth. She is housekeeper for her brother and engaged George Moore, Author of * Celibates.” to a model young man. But she dreads marriage. She meets a college-bred woman and becomes imbued with ambition for a career. She breaks her engagement and enters upon the study of art. She is a born coquette. Shelongs, above all things, for a lover, but while she in- spires love on every side, she is herself incapable of feeling it. She goes to Paris, enters a men’s art class with severai other young women, and moves in a circle of iety quite without the pale of respecta- pility and scarcely within that of decency. We are introduced to a number of types of | the new woman, and also to several speci- mens of what must be the new man. If he exists he is detestable. George Moore’s new men talk freely to their young women friends about their amours and liaisons. Th';v vearn frankly after new sensations, and ce his women, they are gossippy, uas and vulgar. Mildred Lawson is, save for her money, a sort of feeble Becky Bharp, only, instead of a husband, she de- sires a lover, Her hunger for emotional | sensation, which she is incapable of feel- ing, is insisted upon with an iteration that | grows nauseating. She is divided between loneing for love and a sickening faintness when in its atmosphere. She encourages various men, whom she vainly hopes she can love, only to turn back each time, longing, yet afraid,-and one last glimpse at her reveals her lying across her bed, weary of art, of life, of intrigue and of her- self, with the prayer upon her lips, “‘Give me a passion, for God or man, but give me a passion. I cannotlive without one.” he other two tales are of minor im- portance. They deal with other sorts of celibates and the new man in still other aspects of his curious and unpleasing na- ture. [New York: Macmillan & Co.” For sale by A. M. Robertson, San Francisco.] THE ORITI0 ON PROFESSOR HUXLEY. “The death of Professor Huxley will be widely regretted,” says the Critic, ‘‘not merely as the extinction of a bright light of science, but still more asthe withdrawal | of an important directing force from the | intellectual and moral arena. How impor- | tant this direction has been is as yet only | imperfectly understood. When a few years Professor Thomas Henry Huxley. have pased and the dust of recent struggles has been laid the history of modern prog- ress will be more clearly discerned. It will then become evident that our century has been the era of what Huxley emphati- cally styled a new reformation, in which he has been one of the most efficient lead- ers. Itis probably due more to him than to any one else, unless perhaps it may be our own Professor Asa Gray, that the reformation has partaken nothing of revo- Iution, and that religion has emerged from it stronger than ever, with no material change, except that blind superstition has been replaced by scientific truth.” THE MARTYRED FOOL. This newest novel by David Christie Murray deals with some of the problems of anarchy. It takes us from Australia to Paris and introduces us to the secret coun- cils of a circle of bomb-throwing plotters of the baser sort. Evan Rhys, the mar- tyred fool, is & hotheaded, lovable, young idiot, who cherishes what he is pleased to term opinions concerning the divine rights of manhood and the ultimate destiny of the race. He has been got into_the anar- chist camp on false pretenses. He has no notion of the plots they are laying, but when he discovers the real meaning of his position he is caught between the upper and nether millstones of loyalty to his new legislation required to bring about this changed order of things, but, for obvi- ous reasons, is somewhat vague in explain- ing the operation of the same. The scheme which he outlines would seem rather in- adeguate to meet the difficulties he has arrayed, but his book is of value as a clear and logical presentation of a very tragic phase of the whole labor question. [Seat- ile, Wash.: 8. Wegener, publisher.] CELIBATES, This is the title George Moore has chosen for his latest book, which consists of three stories of three different devotees of celib- acy. George Moore might be characterized as e literary anomaly. A hardworking, painstaking journalist, with a genius for plodding, he seems to have but one ambi- order and to his own sense of right. Be- tween them he comes to a martyr’s death. The story is in a high degree artistically wrought out. The yronfinf the poor, the oppression of the rich, the entire helpless- ness of both classes, held in the viselike grip of a system that works moral injustice upon both—all these things the reader is made to feel without one word by the aun- thor that this is what he has in mind to -make the reader feel. He is telling his tale, and he does it with a directness and simplicity that charms and fascinates the mind. “[New York: Harper & Bros. For sale liy syot, Upham & Co., San Fran- cisco. A QUESTION OF COLOR. A wretched tale by J. C. Phillips, whose novel “As In a Looking-glass” will be re- membered. “A Question of Color” isa tion—to pose as an apostle of decadence. { story of & wonderfully beautiful girl who In “Esther Waters,” in his interesting | throws over fine young fellow to marry ls fall-blooded negro of fabulous wealth. The negro kills himself in despair at some revelation of his wife’s horror of him, and she makes an unsuccessful effort to win back her first lover. The tale is revoltin to all sensibility, and has no literary roeri that would atone for its other shortcom- Eg!' 1[New York: Frederick A. Stokes Co., MY LITERARY PASSIONS. To give an account of one’s reading is in some sort to give an account of one’s life. This W. D. Howells admits in his intro- duction to the account of his literary loves. He has, in fact, given us a sort of literary biography, and it forms exceedingly pleas- ing and interesting reading. Many critics will quarrel with some of Howells' estimates. They are often the records of individual opinion, rather than of critical literary judgment, but he has apparently aimed to be reminiscent rather than critical. In some instances, however, he records the impression of his maturer manhood beside that of his book-loving borhood, as when he scores Thackeray, one of his earliest literary heroes, as the chief snob and humbug of aill the snobs and humbugs he had called into bookish exist- ence. This condemnation of Thackeray as a time-serving, world-ruled and artificial workman comes curiously from the same pen that writes glowingly, lovingly even, of Tennyson, whose lifeless, polished verse has never ceased to delight him. But literary criticism is, after all, largely a matter of individual opinion. Judging from apparent standards he is the best stuff for a critic who has the largest stock of prejudices and the least modicum of knowledge and conscientiousness. Ir his essay on critics and reviews Howells him- self gets off a not unreasonable summary of the average reviewing. “It is monstrous,” he says, “that for no | offense but the wish to produce something beautiful and the mistake of his powers in that direction, a writer should become the prey of some ferocious wit, and that his tormentor should achieve credit by his lightness and ease in rending his prey; it is shocking to think how alluring and de- praving the fact 1s to the young reader, emulous of such credit and eager to achieve it.” [New York: Harper & Bros. For sale by Co., B: Francisco.] ELEMENTS OF NAVIGATION. A clear and exceedingly compact little handbook on'the art of navigating a ship. The book -is intended for students for whom the more purely technical works on the subject are too technical. The funda- mental principles of navigation are made clear, but no attempt has been made to elucidate the higher mathematics of the subject. The explanations of the uses of the tables and the nautical almanac are new features in a work of this kind, which will be appreciated h&be inners in navigation. The author is W. .)g Hender- son, M.A., ensign in the first naval bat- talion of New York. [New York: Harper & Bros. For sale by Payot, Upham & Co., San Francisco.] THE NAULAHKA, As the third issue in their new Novelists’ Library series Macmillian & Co. have printed the joint work of Rudyard Kip- ling and the late Walcott Balestier. Itis a long, intricate and rather wearisome story, wherein the reader is obliged to take frequent long and somewhat fatiguing journeys back and forth between the fown of Topaz, in Colorado, and the interior of India. It had a successful ron in one of the magazines several years ago, and was a shining example, then as now, of some of the evils of literary collaboratien. Either KiEHng or Balestier could have made, working alone, a betternovel of The Naulahka than the two together were able to do. [New York: Macmillan & Co. For sale by Doxey, San Francisco.] SONYA EOVALEVBKY. The recently published memoirs of Sonya Kovalevsky have attracted much attention in Europe and will probably proveas inter- esting to American readers. They have three distinct charms. First, they are the records of the life and experiences of one of the most gifted and remarkable women of the century; second, they reveai new aspects of that strange evolution that is going on in the higher circles of Russian gociety, and out eof which have come such extraordinary developments as Nihilism and anarchy; and, thirdly, they narrate the events of a career sufficiently varied and adventurous to be interesting as a work of fiction had there been no reality in it. Sonya Kovalevsky, the daughter of General Krukovsky, was born in 1850, and as her nurse afterward told her she came into the world at the wrong time. Her birth, it seems, oceurred just at a time when her father, through bad luck at cards, had lost so large a sum of money he was compelled to let everything go and pawn his wife's diamonds in_order to pay his gambling debts. He and his wife, more- over, were very desirous the child should be a boy, as they had already a daughter. The family, therefors, was in no good humor when the little girl was born. Bonya always believed her parents did not love her as they loved her sister and the brother who came afterward, and perhaps this feeling nurtured in childhood had much to do with the development of that jealous trait in her disposition, which be- came in afterlife so serious a defect in character and the source of so much wretchedness to herself. In a great rambling country house in the pine forests of Russia, the two Krukov- sky sisters grew up together. The elder sister Aniuta, bemiz a favorite with her mother and a spoiled beauty, soon man- ngfid to get herself emancipated from the schoolroom, and thereafter Sonya had her struggles with the English governess sin- gle-handed. In the chapters of recollec- tions of childhood which the memoir con- tains, there are some excellent pictures given of Russian country life, The rela- tions of master and servant as they ap- peared in the eyes of a child and incidents gz’owmg out of that relationship furnish nya with some of the most impressive of her memories. One was the awful story of an aunt who was murdered by her ser- vants because of her cruelty, and another the strange story of a middle-aged woman among the servants, who fell in love with & young man and then systematically robbed the house in order to” provide him with luxuries and presents. As the two sisters grew to young woman- hood their minds and feelings became affected by influences outside the narrow domain of their country home. An extra- ordinary impulse was moving upon the ounger generation of Russia at that time. onya says: ‘‘Between the years 1860 and 1870 all the educated. classes of Russian society were occupied exclusively with one question—the family discord between the old and the young. Askaboutwhatever noble family you would at that time, you always heard one and the same thing—the parents had quarreled with the children. And the quarrels had not arisen from any substantial, material causes, but simpl; upon questions of a purely t.heorefic;{. abstract character. They could not agree about their convictions. It was only that, but this ‘only’ sufficed to make children abandon their parents and parents disown their children. An epidemic seemed to seize upon the children—especially the girls—an epidemic of fleeing from the arental roof. In ourimmediate neighbor- ood all was well, but from other places rumors reached us that the daughter of this or that landed proprietor had run away; -this one abroad, the other to Bt. Petersburg to join the nihilists.” The rls did not come wholly unscath m this epidemic. ayot, Upham an Aniuta, under the influence of Bulwer’s novels, set about wril stories herself, and was 80 su obtain the im- niedi‘:‘th it o f the leading literary sky, at that time oneo! meyl; and foremost editors lns Russia. When Krukovsky vered that his daughter was not only writing stories, but was mo! for them, his knew no tfihfds g 5 - “Anything, ” he said to his ter, expected from o dflwh?fifiw ble of entering into a correspondence with astrange man unknown to her father and mother and receiving money from him. You sell your novels now, but the time will Pmbl ly come when you will sell your- self. For a time the storm raised in this way crushed the aspirations of the sisters, but in the end the old general relented. He heard Aniuta read her story, and promised her to make Dostoevsky’s acquaintance on his next visit to St.- Petersburg. After this the girls themselves were taken to the capital, where the poet became a frequent visitor to the house. Then came the com- plication that Dostoevsky fell in love with Aniuta, and Sonys, though a child, fell in love with him. There was a period of keen jealousy on the part of the younger sister, but the elder laughed her out of it, and Sonya emerged from the passion to feel that she had ceased to be a child and become a young woman. At this point ends Sonya’s personal nar- rative of the recollectionsof her childhood. The biography is taken uv then by her friend, Anna Charlotta Leffler, Duchess of Cajanello, who begins her story when Sonya, at the age of 17, was taken by her arents_to pass the winter at St. Peters- urg. Just at that time in 1867 a strong movement was making itself felt among the thinking portion of the rising genera- tion in Russia. This movement, which may be described as an ardent desire for the freedom and progress of their father- land, especially affected young giris, and hundreds of them belonging to the best families abandoned their homes and be- took themselves to foreign universities in order to study science. % As the parents in a majority of cases opposed the movement, the daughters had recourse to strange tactics characteristic of the time and the country to effect their purpose. They went through the form of marriage with young men devoted to the same ideas, which they held sacred, and in this manner as married women they escaped from parental authority and were enabled to go abroad at the first opportu- nity. Sonya, her sister Aniuta and a friend, Inez, decided to make one of these platonic marriages, it being the idea that if one of them married and went abroad, the parents of the other two could have no objection to their going with her, After reviewing the circle of their ac- quaintance, the three girls decided to invite a young professor at the university to marry one of them. The call was made and the proposal offered in due form, but the professor declined. A second attempt was more successful. A young student, Kovalevsky, who was about to go to Ger- many to complete hisstudies, was proposed to, and he consented to enter upon the mock marriage, and selected Sonya as his partner. To force her father’s consent to the marriage, Sonya left her home, went to Kovalevsky’s room, and in the evening sent back a note containing onlfv these words: “Father, I am with Vladimir, and beg yen will no longer oppose our marriage.”” General Krukovsky read the note and surrendered. The marriage took place at once, and Sonya, with her sister, their friend Inez and the mock husband, Kovalevsky, set out for Heidelbetg. Sonya and her husband prosecuted their studies seriously. Aniuta and her friend soon left the university town and went to Paris, where Aniuta became infatuated with a young Frenchman, a leader in the commune, and went to live with him as his wife. The two were afterward married, and returning to Russia they lived on the estate of General Krukovsky, the gifted Aniuta seeming to have no other ambition afterward than that of winning the love of her husband, which she never did. For Son&'a life now began to be earnest. She visited England, made the acquaint- ance of such people as George Eliot, Dar- win, Huxley and Spencer. She made a real marriage with her husband and at the same time prosecuted herstudies with new ardor. It was not long before she became distinguished as a mathematician, and when, in 1874, they returned to Russia both herself and her husband had become plersonl of distinction in intellectual cir- cles. In St. Petersburg the gifted woman turned from mathematics to literature and beian to write, anonymously, newspaper articles, poetry, theatrical criticisms, and she also oompimdl no “The Privat- Docent,” descriptive of life 1n a German university town. This period of her life was terminal by differences with her husbsnd wnceming the family finances, and Sonya, taking her child with her, left Russia to return to Germany. An incident of the trip shows one of the remarkable characteristics of the woman. An elderly man, moved by her weeging and judging from her dress that she was a young woman in poor circunmstances, spoke to her some words of consolation. In this way an sacquaintance sprang up, which pleased Sonya so much that when the gen- tleman proposed they stop in a town they 'were passing througll\: she consented to do 80, and they spent there two days in sight-~ seeing. X The biographer in telling this ntoxéy says: “The episode is characteristic of Sonya’s love of adventure. The stranger had been sympathetic to her. BShe felt alone in the world; why not accept this bright gleam which chance had thrown in her way? Another woman might have hopelessly compromised herself in a man’s eyes by such conduct. But Sonya knew well how to draw the line whenever she chose. No man ever misunderstood her.” e A few years later Bonya, while living in entered upon an equally strange re- lation with a young man who was fre- quently seen leaving her rooms at 2 in the morning after smmding all day with her. Nevertheless it is said the friendship exist- ing between these two was of the most ideal kind imaginable. Shortly after this her repute as a mathe- matician, which by this time was wiaely established, obtained for her an appointe ment as assistant professor of mathematics at the University of Stockholm. Here she performed her greatest work and for relax- ation undertook the writing of dramas and novels. In 1888 she received from the French Academy of Science the Prix Bordin, the greatest scientific honor which any woman has ever gained, and one of the greatest honors indeed to which the votaries of science can aspire, In this supreme triumph, however, she was not hnppg. She had fallen in love with a man who disliked to see her seeking ambitiously for honor and distinction, and she was unable either to renounce love or to re- nounce ambition. It was not long, how- ever, that she had to sufferin this per- plexity. She had exhausted herself by her ambitions and her passions and two years after her success at Paris she died. Sonya is thus described by the biog- rapher: ‘She had a serious and marked profile, rich chestnut hair arranged in a nulifent p].lii;1 and a spare figure, with a elegance in its pose, but roportioned, for the bust and upper of the body were too small in comparison with the large head. Her mouth was large, her lips fresh, humid and_most expressive. Her hands were small, almost like a child’s, exquisitely molded, but rather spoiled by prominent blue veins., Her eyes were the most re- markable feature of her face, and gave to her countenance the look of lofty intellect which so greatly impressed all who ob- served her.” not wel TRILBYANA, On this western verge of the continent the wave of appreciation for “Trilby" appears to be on the wane, though the booksellers report 8 brisk demand for the volume. In the Eastern States the tide seems to be still rising. The Critic Com- pany ot New York has issued a pamphlet entitled *Trilbyana—the Rise and Prog- ress of a Popular Novel,” wherein has been gathered much gossip concerning Du Mau- rier’s work. Hereis the opening paragraph of “Trilbyana”: When “Trilby” began to appearas s serial in Harper's Monthly, in January, 1894, Mr. Henry James prophesied that it would prove to be & glmgc:n&h of “g:;lyonc b Jehiet, irdecd, 1t secmed as if the glorification were to be, not so much of the long leg, as of thahrfcuul shapely foot. The whole story rested for a while on one of Trilby’s feet. We for it was only one of them—the left that rtallz fag on the wall of the studio in the Anatole des Arts; but they were fect. Asthe young woman who hfl“fi? ‘?:" ph..ulhmlanmmm&u&. lace St. — ing off gne of the big slippers in which she is introduced to us, “It’s the handsomest foot in all Paris; there’s only one in all Paris to match it, and here it is"—and off goes the other slip- per. The episode in which Artist J. McNeill Whistler figured so conspicuously by ob- jecting to the character of Joe Sibley, say- ing that it was intended as a caricature of himself, is mentioned bg the writer, and the abject apology made to Whistler by Harper & Bros. is republished. In the pres- ent form of the work there is nothine to offend Whistler or to identify him with “the idle apprentice” of the book. The London Spectator had something to say about Whistler in *Trilby” and was compelled to apologize to save a lawsuit, Mr. Whistler compelled that paper to print aletter from his solicitors, from which it appears that the revised MS. of the novel was sent to him to be passed. And apropos of this he remarks in a letter to the editor: “I question if it be not without precedent that a writer ever before so abjectly re- orged his spleen as {o submit his Bowd- erized work to his victim for his ap- proval.” £ The following ““Trilby’”’ examination has been issued by the New York Life: 1. What does the author claim as the king of all instruments? Who does he claim was the greatest violinist of his time? What does he or HIMSALE, Du Maurier. [From Harry Furniss’ “Lika-Joko.”] call the most bourgeois piece of music he knows? 2. What was Svengal’s real name? 3. Where does the author state that heis a socifil; lion? Where does he deny thatheisa snol 4. Where does he bring Little Billee in con- tact with Punch? 5. What did the Laird oall M. le general Comte de 1a Tour-aux-Loups? 6. In what places does the author compare Gecko to a dog? 7. How old was Trilby when she died? 8. What was Little Billee's physical explana. tion of his inability to love? 9. What verbal description of one of the he- roes contradicts almost everyone of the au- thor’s drawings of him? 10. What incident of the story is inconsist- ent with the author’s own argument in behalf of the nude in art? Replies may be addressed to the editor of I?ife, New York, cash prizes being offered for the best responses to the ques- tions. SUPPRESSED CHAPTERS. “Suppressed Chapters and Other Book- ishrness,” by Robert Bridges (Droch), has caused considerable commotion among writers. Itisa thin book of 160 pages, yet the dealers sell it for $125, showing that volumes are not disposed of by pound weight, however much that opinion has prevailed in the last few years. Many of the writers now most prominently before the public are discussed in ‘‘Suppressed Chapters.,” Among these we have J. M. Barrie, 8. R. Crockett, Ian Maclaren, Kip- ling, De Maurier, Thomas Hardy and oth- ers_of similar notoriety. A brief chapter is devoted to the subject of the literary partition of Scotland: In the present partition of Scotland for lit- erary purposes among fiction writers the fol- lowing amicable alloiment of territory seems to have been agreed upon: Forfarshire to Bar- rie, Inverness and_ Ross to William Black, Fife to Annie Swan and the author of “Barn-Craig,” Perthshire to Ian Maclaren and old Gallowa 10 8. R. Crockett. S01long aseach keeps to his own territory these brethren dwell together in unity and unstintedly srllsa each others books. Instead of the old feuds of the clans these modern chieftains seem to have formed a literary trust for Scotland which runs things to su1t itself and absorbs the bulk of the profits 1n the business of making marketables tales. As they have a monopoly of the brains adapted Mr. Du Maurier’s First Drawing in “Punch.” Showing himself (smooth face) and My, Whistle (with eyeglass). Photographer—No smoking here, sit, Dick Tinto—Oh! A thousand pardons! I was not aware that —. . Photographer (interrupting with dignity)— Please to remember, gentlemen, that this is nota common hartist’s studio! [N. B.—Diek and his friends, who are common artists, feel shutup by this little aristocratic distinction, which had not occurred to them.} for that kind of work thers is no particular reason why they should not have the emolu- ments. Bt some of these days a venturesome young Scot, who has been ;min‘ through Edinburgh University on s day, will put on his bonnet and kilt, his dagger and elip a skene-dhu into his stock- ing. Then he will sally forth into the literar; territory ot one of the present chieftaina an there will be as pretty a fight in the literary ‘way as there has been since the old days of Christopher North. In the meantime Ameri- cans will buy unlimited quantities of the books of chieftains and usurpers, and, with their usual indifference, will become more fa- miliar with the traditions, history and dialects of & couniry 8000 miles sway than with their own States. And they are little to blame for it because many of our own writers, as soon as they become tolerably adept in the business, are apt to go abroad and spend the rest of their days “discovering” Eu n and writ- ing about them. The American reader, with his usual acuteness, prefers the real foreign novel to an imitation of it by one of his coun- trymen; and heis about right in his prefer ence. The little volume closes with an_appeal for the patriotic novel in these words: Our novelists would rather analyze turbations of the heart of an immature , or the rascalities of & ‘“‘gilded youth,” than show us the development of the character of a really atriotic man who stands in his community lor inmflt; fidelity, enthusiasm in all things relating to hiscountry. his State, his own town, his home. He is noi d 18 has the respect tion of the eomn:nizy }n';h‘lg n ‘Tllut 1s strong enou; Proof 8 e N at_large knows real {nn-lotum when it na"{t. But surely it ought to be in our fictio and Ttalian novels are permested with it. for their novelists realize that they are -ppuun{ to the strongest Jnulon but one in the breas ) of man. Looked at merely from the side of art, we on'fht to have more of it, for it is elevatin, itic. And insp: often dramat then it mn&wtnflm‘Mtwhn‘:& man can feel that he is not engaged in the work of & “woman novelist” if he writes & really patriotic novel. [Published by Charles Scribner’s Sons: New York. For sale by Doxey, $1 25.] THE PHILISTINE. “The taste for literature in homeopathic doses seems to be growing,” says the Philistine, which calls itself “A periodical protest printed every little while for the Society of Philistines,’and published for them monthly at East Aurora, N. Y.”” The editor is H. P. Taber, who goes to John Calvin for his motto, “Those Philistines who engender animosity, stir up troubie and then smile.”” The Philistine is an- other instance of the effort to iree literary journals from ponderosity. It contains about thirty small pages and is devoted to subjects most interesting to_ book-readers and] other students. The editor indicates that he does not propose that the San Francisco Lark, the Chicago Chapbook and the Portland Bibelot shall monopolize the field for out-of-the-way and unusual literary matter. The following jeremiads are announced for July: “Interview With the Devil,”” Walter B. Hart; “Where Lite- rature Is At,” Eugene R. White; “A Free- Lunch League,” William Macintosh; ‘“The New Hahnemann,” Herbert L. Baker. _ As ii wishing to disclose its true philis- tinistic character the editor publishes the following screeds: Mrs. Frank Guesslie has written an article on “How My Husbands Proposed.” It will be syndicated by the National Thought-supply and Newspaper-feeding Company. Rock & Bumball of Chicago announce &8 new volume by Gallbert Faker. Its title is “Scenes in the Boshy Hills.” “How to Carry a Catin a Basket” is the at- tractive title ol an article to appear in the forthcoming Ladies’ Fireside Fudge, from the pen of its gifted editor, E. W. Sok. £ Judge Tourgee is still making straw without bricksin the basis, Now that Mrs. Cady Stanton haslaunched her Woman’s Bible, let her prepare to enter a Woman’s heaven. The men won't be in it. “The Napoleon on the Hearth” is a new magazine announced from New York. It will bear the sub-title, “Every Man His Own Bona- parte Revival.” “How I Wrote the Account of How I Wrote My First Book,” by General Louisa Wallace, author of *‘Bob Hur,” is announced. It runs in the Howl family. W. Dean has a daughter who put her poems under display ad. heads in Scribner’s. The decorative head is the thing. The poem just belongs. Mrs. Robert Humphrey Elsmere Ward has quit twaddling_for aspace. “Bessie Cottrell” is ended, and it’s & toss-up between jubilate and nunc dimitis. The current Atlantic is very pacific—not to say mild. The following carping advertisements appear at the end of the pamphlet: Roc‘k & BUMBALL, Literary Undertakers. Specfalty, Caxton Peacock Feather Caskets a Bullding, Chicago. BUSE BLISS CARMEN’'S CONDITION Powders. Make poets Isy, Chicago and Canads. H,20v5EN, 2 Literary Analyst. Ibsen interpreted whils you walt, Columbia Col- lege, N. Y. ‘VALTER QUEER_ NICHOLS, ONE OF Harper's Young People, Manufacturer Cas- toria Jokes, Warranted harmless. Address Harper’s Drawer, Franklih Square, New York. MAYERICK BRANDER MATTHE W8, Dealer 1n Local Color in bulk or tubes. Co- lumbia College, New York. Write for specimens. Reference, Bachelor, Johnson & Bachelor. EE WILLIE WINTER, DESIGNER OF graveyards. Weeps to order. References: A. Daly, L. Langtry, A. Rehan. The Ban Francisco Press Club having withdrawn from the International League of Press Clubs, local newspaper writers will not be shocked by Philistine’s mocking aragraph: “Our neighboring city of Bui- alo is to be congratulated. The Interna- tional League of Press Clubs will convene there next summer. A plumber, who was accidentally blackballed by the Buffalo Club, writes me that they will come, ‘some in rags and some in jags.’ " A NEW DIALEOT BOOK. A good story is going the rounds, that was first told by Frankfort Moore at a din- ner given by the New Vagabonds to the women authors of England. A prominent English author, having completed a manu- script, took it to a London publisher, say- ing he considered it the best thing he had yet done. The publisher was dallshud. “Is it up to date?” he asked, “Up to date!” cried the author. ‘I should say it isup to date. It contains two problems and a wife who confesses all on the day of her marriage.” The publisher's eyes flistemd. but turning over the pages his ace lengthened. "Whr!" he exclaimed. “It is written in English; there’s nota Scotch phrase in it. Are you really serious in expecting me to publish a nevel that is not written in the Beotch dialect? Take it away ! Take it away!”’ The author took it away and was some- what disheartened until he remembered that hehad an aunt who had lived in Edin- bu.rgh. and had mastered the hnfnnge to such an extent that she was able to about without an interpreter. To her hurried, and with her assistance he turned all the ‘“froms” into ‘‘fraes,” all the “Ion,'s” inte ‘langs,”’ all the .‘“aways” into “awas,” the ‘“friends” into ‘‘{reens,’” and with a few "‘hoet, mons!" and *‘bon- nies” amnd a judicious admixture of the brose pot, the book was transformed so that the publisher accepted it ioyoualy. This will do for an after-dinner story. The moral, however, is not far away, and the outlook is that it will draw nearer. The reign of the Bcotch dialect has been long, but there are, :ifins that bespeak for it a coming downfall. ‘‘Beside the Bon- nie Brier Bush” still leads the booksellers’ salesin some inland towns, and there is an occasional demand for Barrie’s books, but it is evident that the Bcottish cult is on the wane. s Itis not singular that it should have had along day. Of all the dialects that the past decade has seen inflicted upon a long- suffering reading world the Scotch has the greatest- excuse for being. In. the first Pplace despite its queerness to the English eye, it is the easiest of all to understant. en, too, it has, in the minds of most of us, certain long established literary asso- ciations, But chiefest of all reasons for its popularity is its boundless capacities for expressing pathos. 5 ake, for instance, the most notable of all the books about humble folk that have of late years lpgenred in this dialect, Barrle's A Window in Thrums.” Per- haps no modern writer has been more over- rated than Barrie. When allis said and done his “Window in Thrums,” by far his best work, is a cold unsympathetic espion- a u?conn thoroughly uninteresting peo- e. There is neither artistic nor human feeling in the chronicle of what.was seen from that window. The people were of interest to the author as out-of-the-way specimens might be to the anatomist. The reading world was at first amazed to find itselfin such company. Then it became interested. It had not known there were such folk. Most of us in reading were moved upon by a pity that was excited less by the author's presentation of his peog:,which i3 as cold and unsympathetic as own leaden skies, but by the inex- pressible ?atbol of the dialect which they :Euk. It pleases the ear and IYBpelll to e imagination as_the English language could never do. We think we are touched by the human pathos of the situations pre- sented, when we are only esthetically moved by the pathetic cadences of the Beottish tongue. It transforms the most commonplace utterances into sympathetic mysteries. Take, for example, that most common of annoyances, 8 baby c?mg in church. Any nervous person could find it easy to order the erying baby carried out of church, but if it be but expressed differ- ently, who, having bowels of com n, could turn a greetin’ bairnie frae the kirk? 1‘.71:1.9'i could not do it. It sounds too pa- ic. ‘We have spoken of Ian Maclaren’s book, *Beside the Bounie Brier ‘Bush.” It has been one of the successes of this season. ‘We have all read it and wept overit. We have dried our tedrs even as we acknow- ledged the justice of our critical judg- ments. Then we have read and wept in. \ .gnt calm consideration compels the ad- mission that in most cases the pathos has lain not so much in the actual situations as in touching hrases in which they are expressed. ‘here is a real, underlying pathos in many of the tales. ‘‘Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush” iz, humanly, a greater book than “A Window in Thrums,” as sympathy is always greater than analysis. aclaren has idealized and spiritualized much that Barrie at his window saw_through a glass, darkly. But, _des})ite this idealizing, told in'plain, straightforward English most of the stories would be ordinary enough. Maclaren has, in fact, given us one or two En§lish tales that, while in themselves dealing with situations quite as pathetic, even more tragic, in fact, than any of his chronicles of Drumtochly, are common- lace and uninteresting in the extreme. et, had he told the same stories in dia- lect, they would have been invested with the charm that characterizes his book. But although we are weapying even of the loveliest of all dialects the writers of dialect are still in the field with their pro- duct. - The newest venture into the byways of humanity where dialect is spcken has just been issued by D. Appleton & Co. and 18 called “A Street in Suburbia.” The author, ‘Edwin W. Pu§}:, has evidently read® both Barrie and Maclaren to good effect. Nearly every character in the book is suggestive of the creations of one or the other of these. In that he leans more toward the realistic than the idealistic pre- sentation of his observations of humanity he is a follower of Barrie rather than of the Liverpool clergyman. *‘A Street in Sub- urbia’’ is not more definitely located than this, but one inclines to the inference that it is near London. The people speak a ueer mixture of cockney English and the orkshire dialect, and they are so_dreary, so heavy, so ponderous even in their pleasantries, that one gets a vague impres- sion that the sun never penetrates the leaden fog that hangs over Suburbia. ‘A Street in Suburbia’’ makes amusing reading, but it is a question whether it is either profitable or really wholesome. The tendency of such books is to make us look upon the human types presented as queer sorts of bugs, to be studied with a certain smiling and tolerant interest, but as an order entirely apart from ourselves. The light thrown upon them is not true. The people of Suburbia are distorted in the strong humorous light in which the author shows them, and one misses the human note in all that he says about them. Mr. Pugh has given us entertainment for an hour, but when it is finished one lays the book down with a feeling of hav- ing done little more than to accept an in- vitation that might have been couched in the words: “Here are some queer folk. Look at them.” [New York: D. Appleton & Co. For sale by William Doxey, San Francisco.] NEW TO-DAY. 115 600D POLLCY To Practice Economy and Cut Down Your Expense Account ‘At All Times, and More Especlally These Hard Times, When We Should Strive to Make Every Dol- lar Go Just as Far as Possible. The successful business man is the one who keeps his eye on the expense column, and never buys an article because it is selling at a fabulous price. If he does not know the value of an article he investigates, and then buys where he can get the best at the least cost. 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