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. THE SUNDAY CALL TS is in great a name for Choelmondeley has not the slightest writings of the nglishwomen. hit with her nd “Red Po Keats with alre a fair the er's ay to do the same. Eng s'nz'ng her praises in ve of Amer- the poet in. of information, for 1s heen made through r the nom de plume 1d receive pralse of her work. A re- people is generally a own ambitions, and of letters and not 1 inheritor of some ancestor’s r wa¥y to proper 1 ip and Keats the credit down to her a part of Although her work rtainly poss the r toward making the This faculty is pecu- in “The White Cot- oet is sses r of verse. dence ' presents a somber Sctung book to read if the " nd you = "ne warn- bear in mind. Tn it is told the life of four ficherfolk of the English of them honest at heart, but cnment forced to rrow. ith the rough and the same powerful stinguisned the works ter. Hamlin Garland. few books where dia- Ject seems not artificial and crude natures rsh. for she brings up the soul-light e and lays it bare for y. k Tavy is a fool in his mprehension, yet his hon- rance to win the love of the of his life covers a multitude he motif of the novel can be n a few words. Mark is avfish- . whose one hope from boyhood h: to make Lvce Myrtle his wifé. They brought up from childhood to- d the wedding arrangements are cons»munated when Ben Lupin, scapegoat of the neighborhood, re- B he village. Ben not only buys the little White Cot- woman of sins. cxpressed beer rave beer tage upon which Mark has set his heart, but he marries Luce. Mark goes away for time but is drawn back to see once the only woman of his thoughts. way he meets Ben's real wife—a an he had deserted because the curse of drink had laid its hold upon her—and learns her secret. The revenge that he has praved for secms in his hands. but when it comes to actually striking the blow his uncertain nature lets the opportunity pass. Hester Lupin is a remarkably well- drawn character. Much as she loves drink she has put it aside to find her husband, and the picture of this wrecked woman plodding the highway to finally learn the truth see another wéman and child in her place ie one of the most pitiful of fiction. She accuses Ben., but does not be- tray him to this other woman, who is the mother of his child, and starts on her road back to her native village. She falls ainting on the way and is taken into a roadside inn, where her old enemy, drink, gets the better of her, and in a Jrunken stupor she allows her secret to slip from her. Ben is arrested for bigamy and sen- tenced to five years. During ail of that time the broken-hearted Luce tries to give him up and will not visit him. Hester goes to the jail once. but only once, for she sees that Ben has only the picture of Luce in his heart, and her own life and love are dead. Hester comes to the White Cottage to die, and the strongest scene of the book is that wherein is depicted the feelings of those two women. ‘I've: come,’ she said, ‘to die in my hus- 's house.’ Again silence fell upon the two. ‘He lays no claim to 'ee,” Luce an- swered. ~ “A shiver tore through Hester. She leaned against the doorpost. ‘I be dying,’ she exclaimed brokenly: ‘I shall soon be forced to leave ‘un for good and all, and 1 feel nearer to "un here than in the cot- “age where he turned his back on me.’ ““Luce laughed harshly, ‘If you can find comfort in sich things ez this, come in and welcome,” she answered, standing aside. Hester goes mad, and while Luce is out for the doctor steals the child and es- capes. Nothing more is heard of them un- til years after Mark Tavy finds their bores on a cliff by the sea. Luce goes «way and in all the months and months of her absence Mark lights the fire every night and puts the kettle on, as though at anr moment he exper : her to come through the open door. Finally she does return and the steady constancy.of Mark at last persuades her to again think of marrving him. One day while Mark is away Ben Lupin comes back to the village. The mob stone him and, a half-naked, bleeding mase of humanity. he finally succeeds in reaching the White Cottage. Luce holds the rabble at bay and finally they dis- perse. And then she goes in to meet this man she has not seen for five vears. who Las wrecked her life and whom she has sworn to give up. The tragic drama is well plaved to the end. Will Luce give up the father of her child—the man through whom her life has been filled with sorrow. the man who has practically wrecked his own life and driven his wife to a manjac’'s grave? Will she be true to her plighted troth with her old fisher lover, Mark Tavy? Will she be true to herself, or will she go with the man she loves and try again for better or for worse? Miss Keats solves the prob- lem on the last page—to say anything more would be “telling.’” $. G. LATHROP. - The Master Knct of Human Fate The Master Knot of Human Fate.” by Flils Meredith, is a problem novel that should awaken comsiderahle interest and i fon. It departs from usually ac- cepted theology by supposing a second @eluge and that all the life left in the world is centered on a little island in a great sea. Fere the author places a man and a woman, types of the best of the 2t day. He gives them two huis to ve in. a supply of food for many months, plenty of clothes, cattle. horses. donke: chickens, dogs. cate, a cinnamon bear and the wore elegant articles of civiliza- tion in a librarv, writing materials and a sland home is very beau- - productive, £0 the matter of living causes these only two living hu- man beings of the world very little ceca- s for werriment. careful to kil none of tke ani- bvt tame them by kindness and take their daily, sustenance from the pro- ducts of the earth. After their agrfcultural labors are fin- ished for the day the man attempts to write a history of their adventure but there is so little of variety that he soon ct. They soon find that p the consideration of the problem whether they shall be the ders of a new race or whether they shall die as the last survivors of human kind. The end of the book has a little of the touch of the “Lady or the Tiger'—a in ficticn always popular and new question is reserved for decision in t few es of the book and it rep- the ciimax of all their long dis- cussions on the right and wrong of their ture existence. The time has come when v agree to decide whether they shall live or die. 4 - aid the la not hear'.adam, nor see him, il he passed the window and stood in the doorway. all the sunset glow back of him. Then e started to her. feet, her arms closing instinctively over the tiny rments ste had gathered to her breast. as she stepped back, ner face flushing and L moment. stood as if he dared not move lest the vision vanish, but heart and soul looked cut of his eves. *“‘Eve,’ he said, ‘Eve!’ “She turned and he sprang toward her with an eager cry of jov. 23 ve he peated, ‘Eve, my love, my soul’ You have decifled: you are going to be my wife. Oh, do not torture yourself or me any longer with doubts that did rot enter the mind of God Almigh when He made us what we are. world, dearer than life, than the air we breathe. We are only one being. separated, God knows how long, but united now forever. Nothing can part us again.’ “He stooped and held out his arms to her. He had taken her into_their sheiter very often, but now he wanted her to come to him and nestle against his heart of her own will. She took a single step, tretching out her arms to him with a gesture of infinite trust and abandon. The long sheer dress fluttered down to the floor and lay between them. 3 ood as still as if frozen. * “Dare vou cross it? she said, and hid her face in her hands. “He stooped and picked it up and looked at it as a man might look at the soul of something of which he had never seen the body. He had a sense of his own strength, the glory of nis manhood. and a vision of his weakness. She watched him breathlessly. He put the garment down on the table and smoothed it out gently. There was in his face the combined look cf a man who sees the cradle and the coffin of his firstborn. “She went and stood beside him. touch- ing the dress timidly. He covered her hand with his own. “ ‘My wife,’ he sald. “We know all there is to say, all there is to risk. We must do what is right. 1 am going now to set everything at liberty, It is nearlyw sun- You are my more mnecessary . down; you will meet me at the rock in half an hour. If we give each other our right hands, we will fear no evil, not though we walk through the valley of the rhadow of death, for the love in our hearts is deathless: and though the sun sets, it is to rire on another shore. Death is only an incident, but life is eternal.’ “ “We could not choose differently.” And though she spoke with the upward inflec- tion it was not a question. “ *No, it would be impossible for either of us to desira what the other did not. And much as we love each other, we will know we have loved our race and honored God first in our decision. To live, if we live, not for ourselves alone, but for the good of our kind; to renounce love. the unspeakable gift, if need be, for the sake of what seems to us right.’ “‘And if 1 give you my left hand?' “The sudden flash of light in his eyes half-blinded her. He took both her hands in his and looked deep in her beautiful, unfathomable eyes. ““Then the morning stars will sing to- gether, and all the sons of God shall shout for joy." “The sun dropped lower and lower over the sharp peaks at the west, covering their white summits with a flood of *gold- en glory. The sullen roar of the ocean seemed hushed, and across its wide ex- panse the last beams of the setting sun made rad:ant pathways of crimson and gold. A lark far up in the heavens sang its few clear notes as it hastened home- ward. Far away on the mountain side the cattle lay placidly, and a mare whinniea to her colt, The alr was soft and warm and drowsy with the scent of many flow- ers, the sound of nestling birds, the drone of an insect here and there, the cheerful call of the crickets. “Adam stood by the rock and waited for her. She came toward him, all the light of the world seeming to fall upon her and circle her in a halo that transformed her white draperies and glistened like a mil- ]fkm gems in the sparse grass about her eet. “They made each other no greeting, but stood and looked into each other's eyes, grave and sweet with the exaltation of their purpose. And. standing so, they clasped hands, and the word they spoke was the same, for they by searching had found out God. (*“The Master Knot of Human Fate” is published by Little, Brown & Co., Boston. Price $1 50.) For Charlie’s Sake. “For Charlie’s Sake. and Other Lyrics and Ballads." ¥ John Williamson Pal- mer. is a book with a history. The six- teen poems that compose the volume have ‘béen published at intervals during the last forty vears, and each of them has called forth a more or less remark- able response. The title poem, for in- stance, first published anonymously, was a favorite of ard Taylor's, and Dr. Rossiter Johnson (editor-in-chief of “‘The World's Great Books') says that often as he has read it. it still invariably brings the tears to his eves. Hé pronounces it superior to Emerson's famous “Threno- dy.” Another of the poems. ‘“‘Stonewall Jackson's Way,” Richard Henry Stod- dard, the poet and critic, considers ‘“sec- ond to no poem of which our long. terri- ble. bitter civil war was the inspiration, but in the forefront of all rival lyric bursts of patriotic feeling, of Northern, or Southern, or Western fury and force and the late William Henry Hurlburt wrote that “with Mrs. Howe's hymn. it constitutes about the sole surviving po- efry of the civil war.” Another of Dr. Palmer’s ballad: ‘‘The Maryland Bat- talion,”” has stirred the blood of thous- ards with its story of Mordecai Gist and his “four hundred wild lads” who held a British force at bay in the battle of Long Tsland long enough to save the American retreat from destruction. “A splendid plece of work,” Charles G. D. Roberts savs of that poem. “inevitable and unforgetable.”” Dr. Palmer's ballads are all on events in American history, and thrill one with their patriotic fire. *“To say aught of ‘Sionewall Jackson's V writes Clinton Scollard, “a lyric tha made for itself o sure a place in our crature.were pethaps gratituous; but ov the ringing ‘Fight at the San Jacinto.’ the swinging ‘Maryland Battalion, and the sturdy ‘Reid at Fayal,’ ohe may be permitted to wax enthusiastic.” Yet fine as these ballads are. ‘“there are.” as Richard Henry Stodcard ob- serves. ‘finer peetical qualities than bal- ladry requires or admits of. and they are ° present in this collection of Dr. Palmer's Iyrics, notably in the one which opens it, ‘For Charlie’s Sake,’ which authenticates itself as a tender, solemn, fatherly recol- lection of a dead child.” Yet with all these testimonials to the beauty and powef of his verse, it was ot until a publisher wrote to Dr. Palmer, insisting that he gather together thesc stray children of his imagination, that he took any steps to make this collection. He had sung the songs for the pure joy of singing. and”they have g vitality and spontaneity ythat make themg a valuable addition to American literafire, Of the collection as a whole Edmyind Clarence Stedman writes: ! “At last our veteran balladist. who has done &0 much for other poets’ work, binds up the autumnal harvest of his own. There are more prolific makers, but ‘as surely as quality. not volume. is the test of poesy, the author of “The Fight at the San Jacinto.' ‘Stonewall Jackson's Way.' r Charlie’s Sake’ will long be re- " Johnson, LL. iter D., Editor-in- Chief of *“The World's Great Books,” writes: Dr. Palmer is a born balladist, and has the good judgment to look to Amer- ican history for his subjects. ‘The Mary- land Battalion in the Eattle of Long sland’ reminds me strongly of some of Scott’s classic lyrics; and “Reid at Fayal’ and ‘The Fight at the San Jacinto’ are almoest equally as good. But better than all the rhymes of battle, I like Dhis ex- quisite poem. ‘For Charlie's Eake. I it perior even to Emerson's ‘Threnody.' " (Published by Funk lls Company, New York. Price Quincy Adams Sawyer. A few months ago “Quincy Adams Saw- ver” was published, and already it has reached the 200,000 mark. The fact that it was from the pen of an unknown author makes its success all the more remark- able, but it is probably accounted for by the great liking the public has evinced for works on the order of “David Harum' and “Fben Holden.,” This’ls one of-that type. Its characters are of New England, full of homespun wit and wisdom, and the atmosphere of the novel is as sweetly nat- ural as the breath of the fields. While Charles Felton Pidgin, the author, was aring his forthcoming novel, “Blen- sett,” which the C. M. Clark Pub- lishing Company will bring out soon, he received much valuable information con- cerning the hero of his romance (Aaron Burr) from Mrs. Stella Edwards Plerre- pont Drake. She is a lineal descendant of Rev. Jonathan Edwards, who was the father of Aaron Burr's mother. Mr. Pidgin has just received the following very gratifying letter from her: *I wish to thank you for the great pleas- ure you gave me when you presented me with your very interesting novel, “Quincy Adams Sawyer.” I anticipate much pleas- ure from another Aaron and Theodosia Burr talk with you. With the exception of the late Professor Parker of the Ando- ver Theological Seminary, I never met any one so interested in Colonel Aaron Burr as vourself. T am glad indeed that a defender of a much-abused patriot has appeared.”” The Devil’s Plough. Anna Farquhar made a success last vear with a well written bit of fiction, “Her Boston Experiences.” This season she has something of an entirely differ- ent order to offer; a much more preten- tious work but one that is equally well done and will add greatly to her liter- ary laurels of the past. “The Devil's Plough” will appeal to all lovers of the romantic school and to interested in the more complex v -of soul development as well. As the author states in the title it i the romantic history of a soul conflict.” Un- like the general attempt of writers dip- ping into psychological subjects, this book has a good story to carry the deep- er meaning in this “soul conflict.”” For those who read superficially there is of- fered the romance pure and simple—you may seek and find the deeper moral sig- nificance if you so desire, for it is there for.the hunting. The author states the motif of the story in u brief preface: *“The French court of Anme of Austria and Mazarin, whose atmosphere made work for the devil's plough, was to some extent re- sponsible for the Jesuit decadence be- ginning to prevail at that period. In this Parisian world of folly, mantled in false plety, Gaston I'Artanges, the cele- brated preacher of Paris, developed both the weeds and flowers of his -compli- cated nature; and from out his great weakness there grew his -nbidlng/ strength.” Gaston is a splendid character. It is hard to tell whether he will be more admired in his role of the eloquent preacher and gealous worker for .ae’ church or as the soldier, lover, duelist, man of the world. His brother, on returning from the wars, is slain by a robber band and his dead body found by this Jesuit priest. Gaston. This man had become a priest through the will of his parents rather than by his own volition, and at this crisis in his life is temnted by Satan to assume the dual role of priest and sol- dier. From this time on he trades upon the similarity of himself to his dead brother and acts the brother to the world and the Jesuit priest to the church. His conscience smites him sorely. but he continues until he wins the love of the fair Heloise and then is obliced to fight a duel with the greatest duelist of all Paris. e kills his opponent. Then it is that the priest in Gaston gets the better. He has been strugglinz agairst himself for years, but it needs this climax to haves his real greatness of spirit finally assert itself. The final scene between Gaston and his love, He- loise, is splendidly dra%n. The author has caught the air of the court and times, and her character sketching 1s done with a sure hand. She also has an excellent idea of the art of plot making and development and the tained. Doston. Fate and the Zodiac—An Astrological Autograph Book,” by Margaret Mayo. Waiving the matter of its value as a.de- lineator of life and character, it pos- sesses a merit gzenerally unknown in works of this kind—it is well written. The style shows its author to be a remarkably well read person and one who has ideas to express and knows how to express them. . It is autographic inasmuch that pages are left after the discussion of each sign of the zodiac for the signature of your friends so that their birthdays may be registered in the proper place and what the fates are supposed to have endowed them with may be perused and compared with the persons as you know them. It makes a very neat souvenir, is excellent reaGing and should.prove more popular as a gift book than the time-honored birth- day book with poetical quotations selected to suit the oceaston. A Daughter of the Prophets. “A Daughter of the Prophets,” by Cur- tis Van Dyke, was suggested to the writer some years ago by the famous controversy between Frances Willard and the elder Dr. Van Dyke: and though somewhat delayed in its appearance it glives us a view of the modern woman as We may expect to find her in the twen- tleth century. This woman is the hero- ine of the book, beginning her career as a lawyer and going on as wife, mother - and preacher. She is a preduct of the new world and the newtime, the in- evitable outgrowth of the church freed from state control. She rests her right to deliver the gospel message wholiy surprises come with just enough fre- upon the declared Protestant principle quency to keep the interest well sus- Of the universal priesthood of all be- (Published by L. C. Page & Co., lievers. Price $150.) That the author is a descendant of . HC: ( N2 & - GWENDOLINE KEATS. ¢ The Bnglish girl who, under the name of “Zack,” has just issued her third book ¢‘The White Cottage.”’ She made a distinct reputation with “Life Is Life” and “Cn Trial,’”” her first two bocks. tive of Keats, the poet. She is a rela- o Betsy Ross. Those who are not yet weary of stories of the American revoluticn may find en- tertainment in Mr. Chauncey C. Hotch- kiss' latest book, “Betsy Ro a taie whose chief incident is the manufacture of the first Americar flag. Washington and Benedict Arnoll appecr t® help along the development of the piot. The book Is full of action and i it appear all sorts of characters, from pirates to Quakers. The story dces not depend wholly upon the events of the revolution for its interest. The fate of the leading characters is in- volved in the results of a tragedy which has nothing to do with political affairs. but it is left for the ueus ex machina of colonial stories, Washington, tostraight- en cut the tangled uestinies and to help the story to a happy ending. (Published by Appleton & Co., New York. Price $150.) - Our Fate. As long as the world exists fortune-tell- ers will ever have a large following. and even the wisest among the wise are apt at times to think that their fate lies in the stars. Even for the skeptic the book on astrology makes Interesting reading. If ho does not read that he may learn he can at least find much amusement in a dip into astrological lore. The best book that has come to our no- tice cn the subject is one just published by Brentanos, New York, entitled “‘Our g + the Van Dyke family seems to be one of the reverges of history. (Published by the Abbey Press, New York. Price $1.) An O’er True Tale. A picturesque little sketch with a’l its dreariness and heartache is Miss Maud B. Rodger’s short story of Chinese bond- age, “An O'er True Tale.” It is publish- ed in pamgphlet form and has two attrac tive illustrations done in Miss Helen Hyde's characteristic style. In it is told the sufferings of a poor, miserable Chi- nese mother whcse baby girl is stolen from her to pay the debt of her gambler husband to a siave dealer. The heart- broken woman rushes forth into the night to search for her loved one only to fall into the clutches of the highbinders and be herself doomed to a life of shame. The exquisite torture of her existence reaches a climax when years after she recognizes the birth-mark of her lost child on a young girl brought in {o become an inmate of the same brothel that has been her own hell on earth. The tragic sequel can be read between the lines of an officer’s remarks to a party of tourists that come to satisfy their curios- ity and not to deplore this greatest moral blemish of modern civilization: “'As they passed through one of the many alleys a wild, hard., painted face peered at them from one of the firmest wickets and the officer said: ‘One of the most horrid creatures here. We officers = 5 THE GREAT AM 3 ! ERICAN NOVEL ICE VIRNCENNES The Most Popular Maurice Thompson’s ¢<Al quite the best of romances dealing Novel in America. ice of Old Vincennes”” is a delightful and instructive story of Revolutionary days in the West. The New York Herald says, < <Alice of Old Vincennes' is with the Revolution, ** " At All Bookstores. X .cause of zame protection. she murdered a young woman in believe o retly the same house last week—qui girl, too.” " \ ¢ Miss Rodgers is a young writer of K;al ifornia who should have a future before ber in the rich fleld of materlal oven to short story writers in the West. She hlaf a sympathetic. forceful pen and her pic tures are realistic. Literary Notes. & Ower Johnson's novel “Arrows of ’;_. Almighty,” has just run into its third edi tion within a month of its publication. and a fourth edition is announced of Mlsls Gwendolen Qverton's novel, “The Herit- age cf Unrest." Ward comes from Londen that Sir Wal- ter Besant's continued illness is causing great anxiety to his friends—and no E"': lish author has more friends than he. H'> Jatest work, “East Lordon,” is sald 1o have stirred up some strife because of the writer’s apparent attempt to “Ameflca'\fi-I ize” English spelling; but this au‘efl’k down when it was learned that the boo! was printed from plates made in America. A well-Fnown dramatist remarks +the materfal for a play in ‘‘Joscelyn Che- shire,” row attracting attention as a se- rial in Evervbody's Maggzine. Mrs. Sara Beaumont Kennedy haslachieved some fine situations _and dramatic periods. singularly free from those strained cli- maxes that mar so many of nur.novd‘? and novel plays. If the dramatist cdn only catch the distinct colonial flavor of the town-life of the old South, this dashing and convincing tale may well be a stage stccess. The book will be published tnis week by Doubleday. Page & Co. Ederf Phillpotts has completed his col- lection of Devonshire stories, and it is to be published on August 17 in America and in Great Britain under the title of “The Striking Hours.” The work lies in the same field as that of “Children of the Mist,” and contains the very cream of it3 author's werk in the field of shorter fic- tion. He has chosen his title from the following words by Dr. Martineau: “God has so arranged the chronometry of our spirits that there shall be thousands of silent moments between the striking hours.” Beginring with the June number of the Century Marazine a notable feature of its serial fiction will be the new novelette by Frances Hodegson Burnett. which is the first serfal story from the pen of this distipguished writer for several vears. Its title is “The Making of a Marchioness. and it is stated that it will be one of the most brilllant contributions to The Cen- tury’s “Year of Romance.” It is said to be in the author's most charming vein, and to be nct historical but certainly r mantic—a sort cf soclety ‘fairy story” without fairfes. Its scepe is lald in an English country house, where an amiahle E1glish nobleman is the center of matri- monial interests on the part of both the English and Americans present. The stery will be published in book form in September next with most attractive il- lustrations and decorations and in a dainty binding, by Frederick A. Stokes Cofnpany. The June number of Outing has many breezy articles in keeping with the out- door flavor of advancing summer. W. O. Owen tells of an “Ascent of the Grand Teton” in a way that will induce moun- tain climbers to turn to the Rockies in preference to the Alps for the highest form of outdoor exhilaration spiced with danger. There is an interesting paper from Owen Wister. who tells from per- sonal knowledge of “Theodore Roosevelt. the Sportsman ard the Man.” "In lawn tennis last year England met her Water- loo. This year she purposes to redeem her fortune. J. Parmly Paret points out what she has to contend against in “The New Era in American Lawn Tennis.” With the midmonth of the year come countless athletic contests and sturdy ef- forts to lower records. James S. Mitchel recalls the existence of some hard nuts to crack by “The Athletic Giants of the Past.” Fifty years is a long era, yet some have stood that. There is work ahead for athletic aspirants. The time is ripening for uniform turf government, and W. H. Rowe's article on “The Eng- lish Turf” contains much which it is es- sential to know on this subject. Outiag's special commissioner. Leonidas Hubbard Jr., is doing yeoman's service for the His “Sport of a Game Stripped Land” is a startling il- lustration of the conditions in South Michigan. Ohio and Indiana. “Squirrel Huntine,” “Planting Landlocked Salmon and Steelhead Trout, “The Camera Hunter,” “Bicycling,” *“Bards of the Bushes,”” “A Country Home of the Old Regime,” “Ten Inches from the Tape,” “Possum Hunting,” “The Sportsman's Viewpoint,” by Caspar Whitney, and numerous up to date departments com- plete a well rounded number. In the June number of the Critic Les- Ue Stephen has a few words in memory of the late George M. Smith, whose recol- lections have appeared from time to time in the.pages of that magazine. Mr. Stephen, who by the way married one of Thackeray’s daughters, was editor of the “Dictlonary of National Biography.” of which Mr. Smith was the publisher and founder. Tt is Mr. Smith's portrait, Mr. Stephen tells us, that Charlotte Bronte drew in the Dr. John of “Villette.” The third of William Archer's “Real Conver- sations” is printed in this number. and is with Stephen Phillips. The scéne is the smoking-room of a club, and the char- acters in the play, the two gentlemen who do the talking. The article on “Art of the Pan-American Exposition,” by Christian Brinton. has been prepared with unusual care as to letterpress and illus- tration; Mr. Brinton made a visit to Buffalo, where photcgraphs of the archi- tecture and sculpture of the exposition were taken expressly for this article. Sidney Lee, who jumped into fame with his “Life of Shakespeare,” contributes an article on “‘Shakespeare and Patrictism Dr. W. J. Rolfe, who is an expert- trav- eler as well as a Shakespearean scholar, being the editor of “The Satchel Guide to Europe,” writes a most instructive article on “How to Travel in Europe.”” In the same number Philip G. Hubert Jr. writes on “How to Travel in America.” Coming~ at this time of year, when everybody who can is traveling, these articles have their practical uce. Hall Caine is appreciated as'a writer by the Italiars among whom he has lived. Salvatore Cortesi, in writing from Rome to “L'Adriatico,” of Venice, under.date of March 31, 1901, says: t will not be uninteresting to you that I should tell you something ahout Hall Caine, one of the most interesting and genial personalities, as a thinker. a liter- ary man, and a student of the social question. Besides, he deserves our at- tentlon because since 1887 he has passed five or six months of each vear in Rome —coming in December and stying until the heat compels him to go north again— to study our country in its multiform as- pects, the sentiments. desires, and pas- slons of our people, not in a superficial or _ircomplete way, but deeply, making himself master of all the details concern- ing them. How gifferent he is in this from certain other foreisn writers who, after having been only for a few week: among us, and often surrounded by per- sons interested in showing only one side of our life, and that not always the best, have afterward given opinions and Judg- ment on men and things with a gravity only to be exceeded by their ignorance! “But with Hall Cdine it is the reverse. I believe that there is not a corner of Rome that he has not explored, or a class of our citizens with whorm: he has not mixed, seeking to understand all their most intimate thoughts and aspirations. He has frequented our law courts and the House of Parliament, succeeding by the power of his genius In assimilating even those things which for a stranger must be difficult to understand. He vistted the Vatican and the prisons; has taken part in the carnival fea well as in the miseries of the poo: the nobility. with the learned. with thos who are struggling ‘for a politicai ide. and the conquest of humanity. “A few words to explain the title of hi- new romance. Although he ealls it “T! Eternal City.” it is not because it is any strict sense a story of Roman lifear ‘customs, but rather a setting forth of ti great universai democratic movement over the whole world at the beginning the twentieth century. “In Rome Mr. Hall Caine has lived fo~ some years at Trinita de’ Monti, In - apartment which belongs to Count Nigr our embassador at Venice. 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