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CONDUCTED BY [ B. G. LATHROP | some- Frank s life much, remember- death fam remembe his s own creed the province of he hungry pre ® a T writer, the ‘new ons of the hour, e grim long grind, of e that he has put be- of his work that he built volume—sincere work, teil- saw it, indépendent gallery gods, holding ped hands and shut nk of all this then and 1 be able to say, ‘I never truckled, never took off the hat to Fashion and By God, I told d it or they ey 11 e5=HE output of poetry in 1902 is by no || means notable. One is often sur- }_\ ised at the courege of publishers thelr willingness to put upon the ket the fancles of so-called poets. The public is, however, always willing to nib- bLie at new poetry to discover 1f possible the flavor of genius. There is much scrap. experimental verse circulated, the in- quality of which is often atoned for indings. One of the dangers that the publisher rather then the author be made the source-of at- traction. It is not necessary to seek far order to find books with more attractive binding than contents. Of the new poetry showered upon us of late may be mentioned e following: “Brickbats and Bouquets,” by Colonel A. Joyce; F. Tennyson Neely, New The object of the writer “is to throw kiln-dried brickbats of truth at the horrid head of hypocrisy, envy, malice, scifishness and tyranny.” The brickbats which follow keep the average reader ducking his wicked head to escape the poetical assaults. This book aims to be clever rather than Lelpful As & rule people do not care for brickbats. They like bouquets, of which there are a number in this unique col- lection or sayings, wise and otherwise. PICKETT'S CHARGE AND OTHER POEMS— By Fred. Emerson Brooks. Forbes & Co., on. Price $1 25, e description of the famous charge Gettysburg, and other military events, mprise this volume, which is colored by i spirit of the South and marked by a jopate patriotism. at ¥ WAR AND WORSHIP: A poem—By Henry Bedlow. Published by the Truth Seeker Com- pany, New York. Pp. 190, duo. Price $125, The author states that this poem ex- presses “convictions based on recolle tions of the revolts of 1848." These dis- turbances began in Milan, which were followed by fighting in Paris and the pro- clalming of the French republic. By way of contrast the writer passes from a censideration ©f war to an analysis of worship in which the sources of religion ere sought out. The writer has much to say about truth, is somewhat mystical in thought and vigorous in style. The work is printed in the popular “Trebarbar- ized” style, on heavy paper with rough @ian’t ltke it. What had that to do with me? 1 told them the truth; I knew it ie truth then and I know it for the at is his reward—the t y know: the only one worth the striving for.” he Pit” is a story about the same length he Octopus,” but without the great number of characters that Mr. Nor- found nece in his narrative of gE opes, ambitions and fal s. The principal pe are: Curtis Jadwin, the produc or; Sheldon Cort- Court, broker's Samuel Gretry broker; Charles a dealer In grain; Mrs. Cressler, Laura Dearborn, protege of Page Dearborn, her sis- We aunt of Laura Norris’ characters are in- of flesh and blood thelr virility; but leves real greatness s imparting the breath of a living ity to so abstract a quantity as T sociations—in making us a thing concrete, a h human instincts and It was so in “The he Pit.” this was her e evening. The light- the murk of rain, the 1eaven: raised e Boa ade olithic, crouch ce a monstrous silent, grave— hout g, sound, without and the npressic best com his we His master n reader crowded scenes that you may see opposite 1 Curtis t, re r hand that of of part firet we lear marks t} new k the long Landry's and wave that itself the tida heat market Jadwin as the bre uges traders would prepare ith a quick a sudde but defied t ke traps that for him e sharp never going to strike? He found himself, all at once, on the edge of the wheat | It was jammed tight with the crowd of and the excitemeat that di engaged Tom that tense ement crow of white faces and glittering eves was verit. WORLLDS WOoRMK By FREDERIC COLBURN CiwnRKA eritably weakening. Men on m were ing mere {nco ch nobody, not even them- ng. Others, silent, gnawed juick, breathing rapidly, au- nostrils expanding an und » pit the time of roared the vag 1 bad sh teaped opening had not v foot seemed spin- There some infinite, in its eternal p. Something . dulled and vith the with with . all- of creation tamed. Had the gong throe and Had the tra n? FHOTOGR AWED FOR THE struck? Landry never knew, never so much as heard the clang of the great bell. All at once he was fighting: all at once he was caught, as it were, from oft the stable earth, and flung headlong Into the heart and center o€ the pit. What he did, he could not say: what went on about him, he could not dis- tinguish. He only knew that roar was suc- ceeding roar, that there was crashing through his ears, through his very brain, the combined bellow of a hundred jagaras. Hands clutched urn. 7The pit was mad, was drunk and frenzied; not a man of all thoss who fought and scrambled and shouted who knew what he or his neighbor did. They only knew that a support long thought to be secure was Eiving away, not gradually, not evenly, but Books Reviewed by th= Rev. William Rader. or “deckle” edges, and with a gilt top and gold side stamp. Nevertheless it will perish with the year, SEWORDS AND PLOWSHARES—By Frnest m:)'. Funk & Wagnalls, New York. Price This volume is by the leading American disciple of Tolstoy. The poems are filled with a hatred of war and a love of na- ture. It is both of reform on the one hand and of positive love in the natural world on the other. The verse cannot pass for poetry, how- ever, without a challenge. For exampl I saw a lad. & beautitul lad, _With a far-off look in his eye, Who smiled not at the battieflag When the cavalry troop marched by. The poor lad didn't emile first because there was nothing to smile at, and second for the reason as given by the lad. “Oh, my counts Thus did the ad repi “My country is the Land of Love, And a patriot there am L To inflict such idealism upon & real boy is not only {ll-treatment, but exceedingly poor poetry. BALLADS AND BALLAD POBTRY: One of The Hawthorne classics—Edited by Edward Everett Hale Jr. Globe School Book Com- pany, New York and Chicago. This book deals with the ballad as a kind of poetry, with as little as possible of antiquarian or linguistic or even lit- erary detail. It contains much that is really worth while to read. THE BOY: HOW TO HELP HIM SUCCEED— By Natheniel C. Fowler Jr. The Oskwood Publishing Company, Boston. “Be yourself—your whole self—you can not be more—you should not be less. Maximum your goods, minimum your bads. Find your best self—feed it, train it, work it, rest it, grow it into the full bloom of your character flower.” Such is the iutroduction to a volyme by Nathaniel C. Fowler Jr., entitled *he Boy—How to Help Him Succeed.” This book should be read by parents and boys. It treats of the eiements of success, the starting of a boy, the boy at school, good and poor scholars, and many other things which have to do with honest self-respect, economy and saving, exercise and unde- sirable habits. In addition to these chap- ters, the experience of the author is ap- pended. He closes with “The Voice of Distinguished Experlence,” which in- cludes the testimonies of prominent suc- © ful men in all walks of l“";. It is a symposium of success, Here are some of the questions he asks the successful men: “To what one thing, or to what two or mcre things, do you attribute your suc- cess?” *“Do you consider strict honesty pecessary to business success?” ‘““Would you advise a boy to go to collega if he in- tends to go into business?”’ “Would you advise a boy to go to collegs if he intends to enter a profession?”’ “If all the boys In America wers in sesslon and you were asked to telegraph a few words of advice, what would you say?” There are twenty-five of these answers and replies, which are worth the attentlon of every boy in the land. A QUIVER OF ARROWS: Characteristic ser- mons by James Burrell, These are sermon sketches, after the manner of Robertson's sermons. They are not complete discourses and are taken probably from extensive notes which have been prepared for the pulpit. They rep- Tesent textual, expository, topical, doc- trinal, biographical, ethical, sociological and anniversary sermons. The most read- able, naturally, to the average man are the blographical and ethical sermons. The two sermons on soclology are entitled “The Church and the Baloon” and “The Sunday Newspaper.” The reason the other sermons are not of commanding in- terest s because the author is almost uiltra conservative in some of his doc- vs, referring to Jonah and the whale, “It is the fashion to make light of the story of Jonah and the whale as a fable,” and then proceeds to establish the genuineness of Jonah. it is enough to say that any man who in- slsts dogmatically ypon the historical ac- count of Jonah ard the whale will not be widely read by the people. Referping to the religious newspaper he says ‘re- ligion In the Sunday newspaper is like | bed Gratiano's two gralns of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff, you seek all day ere you find them and when you have them they are not worth the search.” Dr. Burrell is the popular pastor of the Mar- ble Collegiate Church of New York, the congregation of which is made up of con- servative church goers. The book is not a contribution to theological scholarship, but rather a wholesome tonic for some kinds of belevers. THE LOST WEDDING RING—By Rav. Cort- land Myers. Funk & Wagnalls. This book suggests “The Wedding Ring,” by Dr. Talmage. It is along the same line, teaches the same lessons. He begins with the proposition that marriage Is not a faflure and not a necessity. The succeeding sermons, for they are sermons, take up the sallent points of the domestic life, which are treated with boldness and falrness and with a good deal of profit for the average reader. THE QUEST OF HAPPINESS—By Newell Dwight Hillls. Macmillan Company. §1 50 net. “This discussion assumes unexplored realms of Christianity. ‘With this word of explanation ‘Dr. Hillls discusses the quest for happiness, taking t ory of Fortunas as a foreword to the various chapters, Dr. Hillis has been criticized for making misstatements and wandering from the path of historical accuracy in this volume. The contents are probably made up of sermons preached from Ply- mouth pulpit and there are portions which indicate Haste in preparation and proof- reading. Dr. Hillis has a mind which ab- sorbs literature a sponge takes up water, But he has the Intellectual quai- ity which crystallizes and enriches what he recelves and which is set down with a good deal of effect. The average reader will find in these chapters much to help him. The chapters teem with a certain nspiration which the imperfections of the ext do not destroy. The fundamental premise, with which the argument begins and from which all the converging lines go forward, is that “the supreme end of life is not the mere getting of those good by horrible collapses and equally horrible up- ward leaps. Now it held, mow it broke now it re-formed again, rose again, then again in hideous cataclysms fell from beneath their feet to lower depth than before. The official reporter leaned back in his place, helpless. Gn the wall overhead, the indicator on the diai was rocking back and forth, like the mast of @ ship caught in a monsoon. The price of July wheat no man could so much as approxi- mate. The fluctuations were no longer by frac- tions of a cent, but by ten cents, fifteen cent twenty-five cents at a time. On one side of ¢ pit wheat sold at ninety cents, on. the other at & dollar and a quarter. And all the while above the din upon the floor, above the tramplings and the shoutings in the pit, there seemed to thrill and swell that appalling roar of the wheat itself coming in, coming on like a tidal wave, bursting through, dashing barriers aside, rolling like & measureless, almighty river, from the farms of Towa and the ranches of Californfs, on to things named lands, gold or honors, nor the pursult of those knowledges and ac- complishments that are named culture, but that happiness means the blessedness that comes through obedience to those laws of God that portray his will and image forth his chatacter.” This premise 1s ably supported by the brilllant chapters which follow. The book is artistically pre- pared and makes valuable gift book for the hwlidays. It goes without saying that anything the great preacher of Ply- mouth Church writes is worth reading. RECOLLECTIONS OF A LONG LIFBE: An autoblography by T. L. Cuyler, D.D. 13 mo., fllustrated, 884 pages, net $1 50. The Baker & Taylor Company. Dr. Cuyler has had wide and varied ex- perience as a preacher, author and trav- eler. He has gathered these experiences together in a notable volume under the above title. His observations upon men and things are fresh and suggestive, and include many of the famous preachers and notable peopls of the last century. It is written in Dr. Cuyler's characteristio style, full of color and striking epigram. His descriptions of Beecher, Spurgeon, Newman Hall, and evangelists like Moody, Sankey and Finney, and orators and re- formers. like J. B. Gough, Neal Dow and the Alexanders, afford glimpses into the inner life of these marked men. His ref- erence to Washington Irving, “The Father of American Literature,” as well as his glimpses of Whittier and Greeley, are of special interest. Of statesmen, Lincoln in the Civil War, and Gladstone are written about. The book is of interest to those who like to study men of mark, but also has much of helpful suggestions for young ministers. There are chapters on pastoral work and many hints as to the prepara- tion of sermons, suggestions as to deliver- ing them; all of which make up a volume of great profit to church people. Apart from that it is a characteristic autoblog- raphy of Dr. Cuyler himself. The most interesting character treated in the book is the author, to whose mental and spirit- ual life we are introduced-with a charm- ing grace and delightful form. Dr. Cuy- ler is now an old man, and this book is his last extensive contribution to his many friends of all denominations throughout the world. the East—to the bakeshops and hungry mouths of Europe. The power of that description is only rivaled by the even greater crisls when Jadwin himself, the “Great Bull,” comes into the pit frenzied by the reports of the anic, only to be smashed and beaten, not y t men who hate and fear him, but by the wheat itself, that great element of force that no human hand can stay, that comes pouring In on the irresistible way from grower to consumer. And straight inte the turmoll and confuston of the pit, to the scens of 80 many of his victories, the battleground whereon again and ain, Bis enemies routed, he had remained victor undisputed, undismayed, came the “Great Bull."” No sconer had he set foot with- in the entrance to the floor than the news went flashing and fiying from lip to lip. The gal- es knew it, the public room and the W rn Union knew it, the telephone booths ki it, and lastly even the Wheat pit, torn and tossed and rent asunder by the force this man himself had unchained, knew it, and kn st00d dismayed. For even then, so great had been his power, 80 complets his dominion, and 80 Wi the fear which he had Inspired, that thi move in the great game he had been pla this unexpected, direct, personal assumpti control struck 'a_sense of consterna the heart of the hardiest of his ene Jadwin himself, the great man, th Bull” in the pit. ' What was about to happen? Had they been too premature in their hope of his defeat? Had he been preparing some se- cret, unexpected maneuver? For a second they hesitated, then moved by a common impulse, feeling the push of the wonderful mew harv behind them, they gathered themselves gether for the final assault, and again offered the wheat for sale; offered it by thousands upon thousands of bushels; poured, as it were, reapings of entire principalities out upon the floor of the Board of Trade. Jadwin was in the thick of the confusion by now. And the avalanche, the undiked ocean of the wheat, leaping to the lash of the hurri- cane, struck him fairly in the face. He heard it now; he heard nothing elss. The wheat had broken from his control. For rm, nild- held it back; but now it rose Iike the u Ing of a colossal billow. It towered, towered, hung polsed an instant, and then, with & thunder as of the grind and crash of chaotio worlds, broke upon him, burst through the pit and raced past him, on and on to the eastward and to the hungry nations. And then, under the st the hour, something snap murk behind his eyes d in his brain The ad been suddenly plerced by a white flash. The strange qualms and tiny nervous paroxysms of the last few months all at once culminated in some {ndefl- nite, Indefinable and the wheels and cogs of all activitles save one lapsed away and ceased. Only one function of the compli~ cated machine persisted; but it moved with & rapidity of vibration that seem be tearing tes of belng to shreds, while its beat out the old and terrible cadence: heat-wheat-w Blind and the torr - of the pit, ed by herd after herd of 1s destruo- is feet, his hand that grip, flung f deflance, whils ¢ bugles sounding like the clang to the charge of the for! b rang out sgain and again over the din of a doliar for With one accord they leaped upon him. The little group of his traders was swept aside. La v alone, Landry who had never left his side since his rush fr out Gretry's office, Lanary Court, loyal to the last, his one re maining soldier, white, aking, the sobs strangling In his throat, ung to him desper- Another billow of wheat was preparing. v two—the beaten 1 and his young hissing, raging. armor-. Landry bellowin, earer— it swept down upon them. uttered a cry, Flesh and blood could not stand this strain, He cowered at his chief's side, his shoulders bent, one arm above his head, as if to_ward oft an actual phy E cal But Jadwin, iron to the stood erect. All unknowing what he did, he had taken Landry's in his and the boy fel grip on his e coptracting of & vise of steel. hand, &s though holding up & ndard, was still In the air, and his great Sitp tuned voice went out across the tumult, proclaiming to the end battle cry: “Give & doilar for July—give & dollar for little by little, Landry became aware that the tumult of the pit was intermitting; There was sudden laps=ing in the shouting, and in these lapses he could hear from somewhere out upon the floor volces that were crylng: “Or- der—order, order, gentlemen But agein and ag: e clamor broke out. It would lie down for an & t in response te these appeals, on to burst ut resh a8 certain groups of traders started the pande- montum again by the wild cutcrying of their offers. At last, however, the older men in the pit, gulning some measure of self-control, tcok up the word, going to and fro in the pit, repeating, ‘‘Order, er.”" And then, all at once, the pit, the entire floor of the Board of Trade was struck dumb, All at once the tension was relaxed, the turlous @i The above is a very excel- lent portrait of Miss Ada Pat- terson, a talented youngnews- paper woman of New York, whose book “By the Stage Door” has just gone into its second edition. Miss Patter- son began her journalist ca- reer in San Francisco a few years ago, and for many months svrot.e articles for the daily press. Her present book is quite entertaining and seems on the high road to bring her fame. stru geling and stamping was stil & e m 2y of delight ered upon the edzs rms about each s hands, cheering their strained voices be- Literary Notes. Beveral books relating to Daniel Web- during 1903, but that great st the national edit! in eighteen volumes, which Little, Brown & Co. will issue this year. So important is this set that the publishers will issue & special edition of fifty numbered sets at $50 per volume. These volumes will bs printed on hand-made paper, deckls splendidly bo n full erushed Levant morocco, gilt top, and will be fur- ther enriched with thirty-six hand-col- ored frontispleces and title page vig- nettes. A portfollo containing a spect set of India proofs of the portraits and views will be presented to each of the subscribers to this edition. The Theater Magazine for January—the beginning of its third year—is full of ex- cellent features, both literary and pletort- al. Justtn Hunt the well known English contributes a era: teur, rordeau to the New Year, and J. L. C. Clarke, in an article entitled “The Terrors 4 of a First Night' in an inter- esting and amusing way the agonfes of mind an author goes through during the first performance of his play. Another interesting=article is on the subject of “Stage Fights. It is written by F. Blakesles, late swordmaster First Reg! ment, Connecticut National Guard, who explains the technical knowledge neces sary for realistic encounters on the boards and tells of those actors who are expert at it. The month’'s interview is with Mrs Patrick Campbell, the English actress who says many characteristic things an lifts & vell on her interesting persona This number also contains a completa and thrilling story of the stage, a cl plece of fi by Kenneth Lee * and Musiclans” are discussed, as usu by Emily G. von Tetzel. The plctures varied and beautiful. They include scenes from Julla Marlows’s new play, “The C: aller”; Belasco’ ling of the Gods' dy of war ti , “When Johany Marching Home” 'd Miss Fay Davis in “Imprudence.’ Nat C. Goodwin and Miss Maxine Elliott in “The Altar of Friendship,” Miss Grace George in “Pretty Peggy,” James K Hackett and Miss Charlotts Walker “The Crisis,” Mary Mannering in Stubbornness of Geral ; r Robson 1 3 man in “The N ing Bird,” Miss Cecil Spooner in “My Lady Peggy Goes to Town,” Joseph Haworth as Casstus, ard Mansfleld, Mrs. Patrick Campbeil in her various roles, Henry V. Donnelly as Falstaff, Mme. Kirkby Lunn, ths new English contralto; Carlo Dani, the new opera matines Idol; Hermana Wetaler, ete. . ————— Books Recelved. FURNISHED ROOM HOUSES—By Stias Wright's Widow (Annie M. Dundick). ¥. Ten- nyson Neely, New York. $1 50, THE POORHOUSE LARK—By Mary B S A Eaaa s ) F. Tennyson Neely, New Y [ IN THE TRAIL OF THE PACK MULB— By Sid, H. Nealy. F. Tennyson Neely, Newop UIDE TO HEALTH—By DeWitt Doren. 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