The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 24, 1897, Page 23

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JANUARY 24, 1897. ( WWTW( W Liantern. Grent friend, thou will ne back to his night!” Alss, in the friendless universe, And nail at my aoor hides steal hy honorable v Alas, this he eastward? hing her aked twigs; is dumb, thousand autumn Are they tl ndless brook liness? ¢, Iam h I hear no reply in the darknes: LLEYRAND o e was used sapttore meaning as the individus t m; and t the secret of their attraction b This ot Wal 15 to apply with equal force But the mere fact of & nt to charm a geader into of own hought is It might so easily be onl ter a! our minds are bent t we can discover 2 profound ethical ance in that delightful rhyme of our and twenty blackbirds baked in a ple, as e recent philologist has with delicate irony ed on | seem comparatively easy to bs ny of us without ght such rose sing of passed dam- asure?) colored, julcy caeeks. is not as easy as it ne the zest with which e clagsified “degenerate” t his defense- ks of h de deepless y-boned that t e edito Pu of these poems was the autho pless Misiress 3Moon in a chambver of un- omable peace, fat d our unbelief changes to & mood half 2 pleasure and perplexity. Agai wey we ost in the deep body of . the mist on The wor.d s +ms built with me as its pilla And again: peace awelt with me, whose magic vapors as lovers’ snadows, to believe that while enthusiasts doubtedly sceing in the po:ms & good deal of what they themselves take there, the people who reject them as absolute nonsense are probebly quite as much mistaken on the other side Any reader with even a oriental literature and unders tanding of Noguc without this it is hopeless to attempt the poems. Even the readers of Fitzgerald'y partly occiaentalized Omar hay What Jover of the Rubaiy ht knowledge of icism has some 5 at, when he recalls Some little talk awhile of me and thee There was—and then no more of thee &nd me, has mot more tolerance for “Wnen I come | '© ck to me,” **“When the future shall be the ast,”” “1 come back to me,” or “I go on to e,” “Shall be as me,” “Wnat do 1 mean by 1, whom the god made at first for ve pondered with the Persian my on the relativity of everything morbid and nreelity of all outward aspects, we see he woula arrive at when he say ha e world is round; no-headed, no-footed; Having no left side, no right side! And 10 say Geoduess is to say Baaness, And to say Badness s to say Goodness. The worid is so filled Wwith names; often the ecessity is forgotten. often the difference s un Ihie name is nothing ! East is west. West is east. South is north, North is sonth, The good man siands in the worid like an un- known god iu ~omewhere, where Goodness, Bad- Dess, Wisdom, Foolisbness meet face Lo face at the divisionless border between them. There is to many minds a peculiar fascina: a warrant as to the exceilence of a | de the author of | s pointof view, and | FACING TH means ive, the mystical, the But after all this is nothing hought aud has been ex- ntless w Of course we all is only seeing freshly same old sub t ing it clearly avagant use of At tne same time, one at all in sympathy with Oriental thopght cannot read line ding indications of asional poetic ex much one re: ead into all the verses deep me: subtle bea and, like Narcissus, become enraptu 2 our owa reflection in isasoldas *al poetic feeling and pressions. And granted ¢ easy 1t would be to th ties, shes art from mere amorpho e condition is the result o through which the vague and engaging observations of Whitman never p * * he lay spread abroad in aco 1 olutlon * * * wait- | ing for the structural caange which never for want of a definite shape and forever to sitapart from the con of poets.” 1f for »Whitman" we read Noguchi, and apply these words es i ¥, to him, his admirers ere bringing a heavy bat- med man, and that g Japanese, with his imper! £ glish tongue, makes no r his verses or of a place for m.” The answer r of a published tforth a tacit clsim ation as a poet, and thdt if he uses h language he saouid abide the hat language s, indeed, he > rey product as e whose sex inclined her dw ing througa ) ozen of the “n s,”’ remarked ish than w Japanese o0st exacting critic CHRISTIANITY Watson, LL.D. York. Price Doxey, Palace H s th SALISM—By Joha an Compauy, New by Witllam dv osophical U seco catio; University tel to on of the * 1895 was subm! 1896, Judaism s out of lower phiioso poses ted the neg would recoj age exciu ess. He would o to the more defini phical and us thought. ds a beiief in God, our responsible freedom, and in our ims tality, as & necessary fou: fon of civili: He shows that the union of mor: and religion cannot be severed without ruction of bo! The whole history of man goes to prove that no advance of the onme has ever taken place without a going forward of the other. He says what is distinetive of Christianity is not the union of morality with religion, but the comprehensiveness of th which that union is based. In comclusion are told that Christianity must the narrow conception of life tantism has tended to limit its principle, end recoguize that the ideal of Christian manhood n we embodles the Greek love of beauty, the Jewish 1des! of righteousness, the Roman idenl of law snd order, and harmonizes all by the divine spirit of Iove to Goa and man, DONE EX;?IHE DUCHESS NOR WIFE NOR MAID—By Mrs. Hungerford American Publishers’ Association, New York. Paper 50 cents. This is & reissue in paper cover of what Is #aid 10 be ome of the Duchess' best novels. Those who like this of literature will no doubt find the story very entertaining,and the Duchess’ e is widely known. 1 Literars World of Boston says: ‘‘There is no use suubbing the Duchess. Her books sel better than those of many standard autnors.” Soshe is evidentiy giving multitudes of peo- ple what they want, and any one who pays at- tention to tho new books that are being pub- see that some readers must make han those who delight in her The wom is goo sar; an, who was neither wife nor maid. d, sweet, beantiful—all things neces- for & most fascinating beroine—and her malous condition came about from her d marriage with a man whom she believed & widower, and who had every rea- believing himself one, but his wife had e. The climax of the story when this wife, who was neither loved eble, is about to die for the second while Mary, the heroine, is at the same about to become a mother. Then the husband finds himself franticaliy and ug that the unloved wife ght in haste; he begrudges her even five nours of life. The sister of the heroine saysshe is going to get down on her knees that the wife may die quickly, so happy instead of sad in her The situation in whicn the ced these people will be thrill- € to some tastes and intensely “Every one to his own ingly interesti absurd to others, taste.” FICTION ABOUT SCIENCE : FLAG. By Jules Verne. F. Ten- nyson Neely, New York. Paper, 50 cents. In conformity with his custom,JulesVerne has more chance here. | here told us a most incredible wonder tale, but which is nevertheless based to some extent on the truths of science. If some of the men who have passed the age of thrae score yearsand n could by some hypnotic spell be made to forget all that has happened in the last half century, and then be given one of Jules Verne's wild romances to read, he would scarce be able to pick out from the mingling of highly imeginative fiction and marvelous facts in the which were the truths and which the creations of exuberant fancy. When Tenny- son speaks of *“nourishing a youth sublime with the fairy iales of science and tne thoughts that shake menkind,” he no doubt that the achievements of modern science read like the marvels of a fairy tale; | and in this story of Jules Verne's the part | played by the submergible boat in which the | 1 | pirate chicftain dives through the deev sea to the heart of & great grotlo on one of the Ber- muda Islands, marvelous though it seems, is based on one of the fairy tales of science which are facts. The story is about & half-crazed inventor who hasa new explosive of such destructive power that whatever nation becomes owner of it would be easy master of the world. Heis kidnaped by the pirate and carried off to the pirste’s lair in the heartof what the inhabi tanis of fhe isladd are made to believe isa without | ogs and | ee itself from | which Protes- | 1 | | | 1 The Weavers. | | One at her looms toiled fast—early and late | \ she wrought; | But the grief and plaint of her days in the sllent web were canght | Masars that he has sowed wild wheat | 'N'sa prodigious son, But wunst a lady, dressed so sweet, Went upstairs on th’ run Aw called him her'n and burst in tears— | An’ nen th’ door sh ut 1t pears He wouldn't go, an’ me an’ Don Kept Jack, who sews his buttons on. An’ plays in actor shows; He smckes a skuil pipe and his hair Is always mussed, and he don’t care How much we pull {i—me and Don— OF Jack, who sews his buttons on! And after her hands were stilled, all the cold world would see Was the woman that drudged and sighed, and the shade of her misery. One sang, in her humble place, 8 song that the shuttles knew, And a goiden thread of hope the warp and the woof ran through. | i | | One day last week & piece ma read ar made her faint away; said 'at Jack, right from his head, Had wrote an actor play, An’ he was rich an’ famous, too, An’ ma says: ‘Here's a howdy do!"” Now all ‘cept us says Mister John To Jack, who sews his buttons on. hicago Record. And after the task was done, and after the day | had fled, | The work of her hands shone fair, though the | woman, unknown, lay dead. —The Peterson Magazine. |Jack, Who Sews His Buttons On. Jack, who sews his buttons on, Lives on the tonpest floor, An’ every day, before he's gone, | We raps upon his door. | He holiers loud, “Come right in, kid laughs and says, “Take o Ma says that's slang, but me an’ Don Likes Jack, who sews his buttons on. Love's Way. Why do I love you, sweetheart mine? In sooth, I cannot say Love came to me 50 stealthily I never saw his way. His gentle footsteps scarcely pressod The pathway to my heart; Ionly saw him starding there And knew he'd ne'er depart. How can I tel! what brought him when 1 know not how he came? Ionly knew, snd bowed before The magic of his name. S0 many arc more beautiful? Ah, well, perchance 'tis true; So many are much better, dear? Sweet, no one else is “5ou!” —Baltimore American. Sometimes, to please us two, he plays His yaller violin, |- An’, say, his eyes just seem to blaze— | 1 hol’ my breath right in An’ seem to be & floatin’ roun’ | Insome bright place above the groun’, | A driftin’ way from littie Don | With Jack, who sews his buttons on. | Hedoes th’ awful queerest thing— He sleeps sil day, nen goes An’ writes about th’ folks what sings | At Sea. hall we, the storm-tossed sailors, wes For those who may not sail agal Orwisely envy them, and keep Our pity for the living men? Beyond the weary waste of sea— Beyond the wider waste of death, 1strain my gaze and ery to thee, Whose still heart never answereth, 0 brother, is thy coral bed So sweet thou wilt not hear my speech? This hand, methinks, if I were dead, To thy dear hand would strive to reach. 1 would not, if God gave us chioice For each to bear the other’s part, That mine should be the stlent voice | And thine the silent, aching heart. Ah, well for any voyage done, Whate'er its end—or port or reef; the voyage ne’er begun, ships sail the sea of Grief. JaMES JEFFREY RoCHE, In Angelus Magazine, | So May It Hap. Perchance 'tis true, as often so it seems, e see truth clearest in the land of dreams. What while we wan |~ hours, | Whether the path be carpeted with flowers. er through the waking Or watled with thorns the trivial things dis- tract E'en watchful eves from the eternal fact. | S0 may it hap, though life seems doomed to naught, . | The end will prove what men o’ dreams have | taught, FRANK PUTNAM. | burning crater by periodically setting fire to great masses of seaweed. When men-of-war ot various nations are sent to fight the pirates the inventor, who is a Frenchman, suddenly becomes conscious when he sees the tricolor flying from the French ship that he is commit- | ting the crime of lese-patrie, and rushing to | | the magazine whero his terrible explosives | | were stored he blows up the pirate crew and | their fortress. bering sentences in the book is thi S0 po- row in the hollow of its hand, but 1t can alter yesterday. SENTENCED TO SIBERIA. DARKEST RUSSIA—By I Grattan Donnelly. Street & Smith, New York- Paper, 26 cents. This is & story from the play of that name, written by the same author. The book is LOVE LOST, BUT GREATNESS |duite well written, contains a number of z thrilling adventures and some descriptions ot GAINED. scenes “that make you see them.” Oue of these 1s0f the nihilist rendezyous, where, in an underground chamber, soms vers exciting scenes take place smong the comspirators. The Minister of Police and the elaborate sys- tem of espionage of the Russian Government are made vivid to our apprehension by this | account of their workings. A pretty love story | 8dds to the Interest of the adventares, and in the end the lovers are saved from the terrible sentence to Siberia and they sail across the Adantic to seek happiness in & freer land. BALKED AMBITION. MR. BAILEY-MARTIN. By Percy White, American Publishers’ Corporation, Mew York. Price, o0 cen:s, paper. CHRISTIAN VELLACOTT-By Merriman. American Publishers’ Corporation, { New York. Paper. Price, 50 cents. A thorougnly good siory, of a singularly | strong character, is this account of the la- | borious and_well-tried life of the journalist, | | Christian Veliacott. It records the double strain put upon an ambitious young man by managing a great newspaper, and going every { night weary from his desk to the far more | | wearying duties of an unhappy home. Once | | he ventured to take a vacation for a month. | The relaxation from work was fatal to half his | happiness, for he meets ata friend’s country | house the woman he is to love, but not to | marry. A part of the story isa graphic ac- count of the communistic outbreak in Paris. We are told that there can never be any real | peace for & man like Christian Vellacott, for | ambition had set its hold upon him. Hz | case by which *'self” is covered and let the vanted to do more than there was time for. | world see the mainspring of the teller’s char- *“Like many of us, he began by thinking that | geter. Itisa sad story told by s satirical man life 1s longer than it is.” Disappointment | with such & sense of humor as to brighten never made him waver in his work, and atthe | pages that otherwise would be all too somber. end of the story Vellacott's dear friend, the | Mr. Batley-Martin is born of parents who are Jesuit misslonary, says to him: *“And now | very anxious to get on in a worldly way, and you are a great man, they tell me. I thought | tne aesire to succeed and form connections | there was some one else—some woman—who | with aristocratic families has been a trait of | was waiting for news.” ‘“There isno Woman | so many of his ancesiors that the boy inherits who wants news of me,"” said Vellacott, 4and | a tendency that way just as a retrievar pup is the result is, as you kindly sey,1 am & great | born with s faculty for retrieving, man now—in my way."” A maxim of Martin’s father was that it was Among the many true and worth remem- | just as cheap to know nobs as snops end much Heory Seton This story, told in the first person, starts out with a Rousseau-like promise to muke a con- fession that would take off the close-fitting tential is to-day that it not only holds to-mor- | ) more honorable. Under the power of hezedity and parental admonition the youth does not realize that he himself becomes & snob in try- ing to carry out 100 strenuously this maxim. At school he assiduously cultivates the friend- ship of the delicate son of & lord, and when he is spending his holidays with this boy he con- formsto the littie lord’s custom of takinga dose of neuseous codliver oil every day to pro- Ditiate her ladyship, his mother. “Just fancy trying to suck up to a fellow’s people by taking codliver oil”” was the contemptuous criticism of one of hisschoolmates. Following this bent of early training Martin when grown to man- hood chooses for & wife the daughter of & Countess, who proves a far worse dose than codliver oil once a day. Outof this unhappy marriage come the causes of the wreck of the moral reputation of the husband and the balk- ing of his political and philanthropical ambi- tions, which he wes close to the accomplish- ‘ment of. i | TREATMENT OF CONSUMPTION | Dr. Albert Abrams of this City has written | “A Popular Catechism on Consumption,” " which represents in substance one of his lec- | tures delivered at Cooper Medieal College, The work is a modest one, fn_which technical terms and phrases have been studiously | avoided. Hence, it will be found of consider- | able value to those who are either suffering from or fear the ravages of tubercular com- plaints. Dr. Abrams divides his work into chapters, these beiug systematically subaivided into headings. He shows the reiation between various blood complaints and the main dis- | ease, and indicates both the method of detec- | tion and the treatment to be followed in cases | of consumption. Of particular value are the | suggestions contained in chapter IV, headed he Prevention of Consumption,” wherein are described the precautions that should be token against infection. Those having the | care of consumptives will also read with inter- est what Dr."Abrams has to say regarding the dietetic treatment of the patient on page 2 The work may be recommended both to stu. dents and 1o the general public as being a carefully compiled manual upon the treat- ment of tuberculosis in all its forms. The thesis is published by William Doxey. LITERARY NOTES | | A writer in an Engiish literary publication declares that Jules Verne never made more than $4000 in any one year. Zola’s annual income is believed to be about $600,000. A particularly bright and attractive number of Frank Leslie's Popular Monthly is that for February. It hasa long list of good articles | and capital short stories, and almost every- | thing is illustrated. Mary E. Wilkins is engaged in_ writing a ser- | 1es of striking sketches of New England neigh- | borhood life for the Ladies’ Home Journal They will portray a small community’s sacial indulgences, skeiching tne old - fashioned | quilting-party, the time-worn singing-school | and an apole-paring bee. | | | ] | The third revised edition of a detailed course, *'Qualitative Chemical Analysis,” with explunatory notes, by Arthur A. Noyes, Ph.D., | assistant professor of chemistry in the Massa- | chusetts Institute of Technology, published by | the Macmillan Compeny, is now in prepara- | tion and will appear early in February. Henry Patmore,a son of the late Coventry Patmore, is said to give promise of unusval poetic genius. Some of his poems have al- ready been printed for private distribution. in originality and an intensely pure charm. of them appeared in the London | Athenmum several years ago. Mrs. Julia Taft Bayne has written for the | February st. Nicholas an article about *Willie | and Tad Lincoln.” Whilethe President's sons | were living in the White House Mrs. Bayne’s brother was their most intimate playmate, and she hersel, then a young girl, saw much of them. Mrs. Bayne descrives the pranks of the | Lincoln boys, and tells of a minstrel show | that was given in the White House. Seven general officers in the Civil War will | contribute fo & discussfon in the February Century of the paper by Duncan Rose, “Why the Confederacy Failed,” published in & re- | cent number of this magazine. are: | P. Alexander and E. M. Law of the Confed- | erate army, anc Generals Don Carlos Buell, O. 0. Howard and Jacob D. Cox of the Union army. ruary Seribner's as the second article on “The | Conduct of Great Businesses,” gives some | astounding facts as to this modern develop- | ment of one of the oldest businesses in the | world. There are as many employes in a great | hotel as there are guests; there is a man whose | wnole duty it is to wind clocks; one head | waiter in a great hotel owns & yacht gyl & | summer residence: and hotels have their pri- | vete blacksmith and paint skops. I by James S. Tyler, the well-known marine ! reporter of the Bulletin, entitled “Stories of | Land and Sea,” have been received here. The volume will be published in New York and placed on sale in all the principal cities of the United States. It contains a coiection of storles of adventure and romance, many of which have never been printed in the papers or periodicals, although some of the selections | are from sea yarns written by the author for |the New York and San Francisco papers. The advance sheets of a book of short stories them in advance by addressing Mr, Tyler, care { of the Bulletin, It seems that Janet Carlyle, Thomas Car- Iyle’s sister, is stiil alive. The rector of Rip- ley, in Bruce County, Ontario, writes to the | Worcestershire Chronicle: “Mrs. Robert { Hanning, the ‘Janet Carlyle’ of Froude's remi- niscences (my much-beloved mother-in-law), is keeping in excellent health for a lady who | passed her eighty-third birthday on July 18 | last. She is now the last of the Carlyles, and a melancholy interest attaches to her. Her present resiaence is at Comely Bank Farm, | near Oskville, in Halton County, Ontario, the home of Mrs. John R. Leslie, her eldest danghter. She passes most of her time in her room, rereading many of her brother’s works, certain favorite religious authors, and her | Bible.” pincott's Magazine novel | story of treasure-hunting among the Ladrone Islands, in which the sathor, Clarence Her- bert New, has evidently drawn upon personal experience as & traveler to give a realistic nar- | rative which comes well within the range of | possibility. His two heroes conceive the idea | that an attempt to recover upward of three millions from the hulk of an old Spanish galleon, which lies four fathoms under water upon one of the coral reefs, might be success- ful under certain conditions; and reasoning out iheir method of procedure upon theoretic | grounds they actually secure the money, en- | joy several weeks of delightful tropic life among the Spanish islanders, aud finally marry two Andalusian girls who have helped them to outwit & Philippine Bisnop, also in search of the treasure. A chart of their voyage is published in the magazine. The Macmillan Company snnounce an in- teresting volume under the title of “Geog- raphy of the Middle Ages,” by C. Raymond Beazley, author of volume in the “Heroes of the Nations” series, entitled “‘Henry the Navi- gator, the Hery of Portugal and the Modern Discovery.”” In his new work he shows how very much geography owes to the early pil- grim travelers, who at different perioas dia so much toincrease the limits of western geog- raphy. He shows that such ideas as were gen- erally held during the middle agesas to the geography of the earth were due to two sources aside from the important one men- tioned gbove. Of these two one was gradually inereasing commercial and missionary travel, and the other the writings of theorists merely, | untraveled students, mostly theologians, whose works are many of them described by Mr. Beazley. To this class, at least in part, belongs tue weil-known collection of stories known as the “Sinbad Tales.” New York's famous thoroughfare, Broadway has been the scene of some wonderful events, but tbe one scene which still stands as the most remarkable, in point of enthusissm, is Louls Kossuth’s famous ride up Broadway in 1851 Kossuth had slready scen and passed triumphal ride up the great thoroughfare. The culminating moment, however, occurred | when the great Hungarian patriot reached the | corner of Broadway and Ann street. The sight | that burst upon him staggered him for the | moment. In the open squarc directly before him was massed togethera quarter of a million of people, and when this vast concourse broke into a united cheer Kossuth was fairly be- wildered. No man saw this great event so well and advantageously asdid Parke Godwin, the veteran New York editor and Kossuth’s closest friend in America. Mr. Godwin was witn Kossuth, and for the first time he will now tell the story of the marvelous event in the Februsry Ladies' Home Journal. The actual scene at Ann street will also be shown in u picture by De Thulstrup, showing Kossath in his carriage as the great sceme burst upon him, They are not unliike those of his father in his | most fanciful and delicate mood, and are rich | The writers | Generais S. D. Lee, Joseph Wheeler, E. | i | ‘A Great Hotel,” which appears in the Feb- | | Those who desire copies of the book may order | Under the Pacific” is the title of the Lip- | for February—a | through a crowd of 500,000 people in his | CALIFORNIA VERSE The following extracts from George J. Dur- | aind’s poem, $¥hich was referred tolast Sunday | in these columns, will give a more adequate | 1dea of its spirit and purpose. The first relates | 1o the birth of the modern world at the period of the revival of learning, when man threw off the tyranny of the moral ideal and reasserted the sway of his physical and inteliectual natures: | THE RENAISSANCE The dead awoke! The great of bygone times 1n glorious resurrection from thelr tombs Rose Iike immortal spirits of the past, | Flaming the lights of wi.dom on mankind. | And with (heir reappearance passed away | The somber clouds, the dark funereal bues 1hat settled like a pail upon the earth, The life that was as dumb, and cold, and bare, The sackcloth and the ashes worn in pride, The scorn of leaining as & Pazan vice, The Faustus dream of terror, that the soul Could purchase know!edze by Its doom alcne. | Man woke as from a tronbled dream oppressed. | The crippied powers of the mind released | From their ascetic bondage 100k new wings | In freedom’s air, and led by Petrarch’'s muse ’ In an enchavted realm, once more perceived In io veliness a canon most divine, The stones reanimate wiih tales of 0'd Spoke in their sculpture language of the past | Of glory, long forgotten as the dead. The sun once more illumed the blue of heaven, Once mare the flowers smiled within the fields In spiendor as of yore, and once agaln Fair nature with her thousand tongues proclaimed The guodliness of earth and carthly life. The following is a characterization of one of the greatest of the medieval artists, a univer- | sal genius of the Renaissance: LEONARDO DA VINCL | Framed likea Hercules, within his face T here shone a majesty sublime with lights Which awed while they attracted tnose who saw. | The face had ail the crandeur that the Greek | Gave to Olymplan deity in stone. A very prince in courtesy. refined To sweetest eloquence of speech, and act Entrancing in i.s s enerous chivalry, None could resist the magic of his tongue. | A voice whose orzan richness charmed the ear With more than music’s speil, made him the pride Of Florence in the’alace of the fair. No horseman rode with such a daring grace, Nor could he find & match iu manly sports. So strong his fingers bent a coin with ease, Then like a woman's swept the golden Iyre Till the delicate strings beueath his touch | Shook with divine vibrations. Not an art Or sclence failed to bow before his will. So full had the divine revealed itself To him, be merely looked and saw the truth | With grasp intuitive in natore’s realm. In sculpture, Sforza’s Horse proclaim his kin To antique masters, ere it was destroyed. And even to this day the painter sighs Before the Mona Lisa at the arc Of bim whose vision fixed the face of Christ For all the generations of mankind. Here is an example of the treatment of one of the ethical functions of ar REALISM AND THE HIGHER LIFE | The higher lite, of this do not all ream? And st lived? Yes, here and there obscared n fsolated characiers. Unknown, TUnnoticed oft, its strong divineness lost TUpon the sensual blined, s:ill 1: sounds | The one true note among the thousand false. | A woman here the deeper music sirikes, | ‘And here a man new rhythms from the chords | Ot inatvidual life evokes. Ever | The human hears the God-voice speaking platn | Above the worid’s roar, hesrs and answers straight With the full force of an untrammeled sonl Ia personal act concordant with the reach Of man's ideal sense. Art caiches quick Ere thoy are lost for aye these vibrant notes And blends their sweetness to & harmony Immo rtal and complete. Great artists thrill | To every wave of bigher life that sirikes | From out the human sea. And here Is seen Their noblest fanction. Every fonn they mold | Perpetuates perfections thus Impinged Upon thelr souls from out their restiess age. They sefze upon the go:d of higher life, | And brush aside the cosmic dust nnsil The crystalline of purest spirit gleams | Emancipated from the sensuct worid, 20 seeing will the drooping heart take chee And the faintsoul renew its failing strength. The closing extract shows the treatment of | art thought with which the work abounds in its 5000 lines: CLASSICAL LAW THE ENCHANTRESS OF THE ARTS. | There is a phantom figure in the arts | Luring tne souls of artists 1o their ruln Siren-iike, 80 bewltehing &1l who seex | Her smile, that ever atier heart and hand Are held In bondage. He who once submits To ideal beauty as a constant guide | Abandons fact tor fiction, and for him 1n vain without a charm fair nature wreathes Her thousand faces In a thousand smiles. For he who thinks he can improve on these By comblnation never can behold Perfection in & natural line azain. For such the very soul of beauty dies In an {mpossible abstraction. Such Pursue in vain a mocking cloud with loss Of every noble power 1 their work, And at their best their lines will slide into The pompous nomenclature of an art, | Dead to all vital feelings of delight, | In which a sickiy loveliness conceals | The skeleton of unreality. Beware | The snace of ideal beauts, Florentines! | No man can reach beyond the works of him | Who stamped the petals of the morning rose, | Upon the mountaius wrote sublimity, | | | | And drew himself within the form of man. The proclamation of the law divine Of beauty can be found in nature’s realm Alone, where all who seek may find inspherea Her lmage, sculptured by the band of God. “THE SONG OF THE SHIRT.” During his last illness Tom Hood, in an dle moment, made an imaginative sketeh of his own tombstone. He drew himself re- cliniug at full length on a thick slabof stone, on the edge of which, in large capitals, he wrote, “He Sang the 'Song of the Shirt,’ " This was the only inscription, and, as he himself has said, Tom Hood needs no other, How much he felt and prided himself upon the song by which he became known and loved by millfons is shown by this and the following fact: “I I were ennobled these are the arms I should adopt,” said he one day, showing & rough vignetie to & friend. Tne sketch contained a very beautiful aud pathetic idea. It represented a heart plerced | by s needle threaded with silver tears, and beneath was tie motto he had inscribed on the imaginary tombstone. *“The Song of the Shirt” appeared in the Christmas number of the fiith volume of Punch. It was unsigned, but every paper in the land quoted it, and it speedily became the talk of the day. Hood himself did not think it very remarkable, but Mrs. Hood had said to him as she folded it for press, “Now mind, mark my words, this will tell wonderfully, It is one of the best things you ever did. Mrs. Hood was right. The song was trans- lated into French, German and Italian; it was printed on cheap cotton handkerchiefs and parodied times without number. *But what delighted and touched my poor father most deeply.” says Tom Hood’s son, “wasthat the poor creatures to whose sorrows and suf- ferings he had given such eloguent voics seemed to adopt its words as their own by singing them about the streets to & rude air of their own composition.” | The blogravhy of Lord Temnyson proceeds slowly. It was thoughtat first that the delay was caused by consideraton for persons now living, but it issaid that the great magnitnde of the “Life” impedes progress. Some bulky yolumes may be expected when the present Lord Tennyson completes his labor,