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things; the details of mining; the sor- strengthen age. At the end of the did features of a low barroom; the volume are set little groups of poems drunkenness of a personage who should on Italian and religious subjects, apparbe attractive. Instead of following the ently a recent inspiration and in the fashion originated in the United States last of these, "The Mother Church" is years before it was adopted by French the crown and flower of the volume, novelists and emulous Russians and being a vision of the great fane in Spaniards, of using mean words and which, all warring differences reconrough phrases while enumerating every ciled, man may come to worship. disagreeable unessential, he describes "Keats' Grave in Rome" abounds in them as pleasantly as if they were felicitous touches. "Two Towns of beautiful. The effect is really more Fame” and many of the quatrains impressive. One reads him without must always come to mind when one perceiving his strength until the book thinks of the places which they celeis closed and then finds that it has brate. The volume has a pretty taken possession of the mind, and that rubricated title page and wide marone is still thinking of the hero and gins and livery of gray boards and heroine. Mr. Goodwin still has opportu- cloth back in which such poems are nities for growth and improvement, but dressed until their owners give them not many beginners attain such excel- the richer vesture which they deserve. lence by a first effort. Little, Brown Little, Brown & Co. & Co.
Dr. Richard Burton's "Masters of Dr. Richard Burton has drawn the the English Novel” covers the last two poems for his "From the Book of Life” centuries with such fulness that it from many sources, from childish would be difficult to name a similarly memories, recovering thence the touch comprehensive work of the same size. of his mother's hand as she sat beside After comparing and defining fiction him in church, and "their spirits talked and the novel, the author gives three by silent tenderness"; the look of the chapters to the eighteenth century; one wee sufferer in the children's hospital; to realism, typified by Jane Austen, one the illusion of "The Doll's Hospital,” to romanticism, typified by Scott, and where the dolls dance all night, and follows these by a study of French inthe next morning look as if they had fluence. Dickens, Thackeray and not stirred, and from his remembrance George Eliot, have their single chapter of the two grown-up maidens whom he apiece, “Trollope and others” occupy loved "when he was ten," and lost one. Hardy and Meredith another and when they were betrothed. In the Stevenson another, and “The American first poem, “The Ultimate Nation," contribution” and an Index close the he puts the old question as to the des- book. Dr. Burton's criticism has tiny of man, whether it be nothing in common with the self-conperpetual cycle of rising and falling scious matter called by that name in nations. at last to
a many English newspapers and recity rise never to fall, never to views of to-day, nor is it the still more be conquered because it makes God's self-conscious would-be funny subways its ways. “Ballade of the stance which smirks from the pages Brave" in spite of the limitations im- of some American magazines, rightposed by its form, is one of the finest fully calling itself light of touch and things in the volume, one of those lit- thanking Heaven that it has but two tle poems which arouse youth and dimensions and no weight. Writing of
men and women whose standards were Tenth, a position by the way, accorded of an earlier time he adapts his spirit only to those able to show sixteen and manner to theirs, and although an quarterings of noble ancestors without occasional phrase shows that he is per- plebeian strain on both the father's and fectly acquainted with the later writ- mother's side. His father however reers, he refrains from bringing his sub- signed his own position as commander jects to the bar of their judgment. He at Toulouse, and removed his son from compares Dickens with Thackeray; he the Royal College at Rouen when does not debate as to the influence of Louis Philippe came to the throne, and. the time-spirit on Dickens, or as to went into private life. Mrs. Post tells Thackeray's understanding of divine the story of the years before he came discontent or any other shibboleth. To to America in the most graphic fashion, read him is like a return to the solid and also the memories of many ancescommodsense of Maga and the Quar- tors who lived during the Terror and terly in the days before the effort to in Napoleonic times; but in 1841, her imitate Carlyle had led too many writ- father came to the United States and ers' to prefer sound to sense. He married Miss Mary Mason Jones of places and classes his authors in such New York. Then came a year of travel ways as to give the reader an agreeable in the old fashion with a private car-sense of surveying the field of fiction riage at one's own command; a long and of taking refreshment from the sojourn in Venice followed, and then prospect. Henry Holt & Co.
years of journalism and literary work
in New York; of acting as bearer of deMrs. Charles Alfred Post has a spatches to France; of travelling with unique subject in her “The Life and friends, each one an historic personage Memoirs of Comte Regis de Trobriand, to-day, and so on until 1861 took the Major General in the Army of the first civilian of his line into the AmerUnited States” and if, through modesty ican volunteer army to remain there she has not made the most of it, she until the end of the war, and to serve. has made so much that even 1909, year from 1866 to 1879 in the regular army. of great biographies, produced nothing The closing eighteen years of his life more interesting and 1910, in which it were divided between France and his leads off, is not likely to surpass it. adopted land, and devoted to interMrs. Post, "that should have been a course with a multitude of friends. boy,” daughter to the first civilian of Mrs. Post uses scores of her father's his race for hundreds of years, spent letters to fill her pages but leaves the long hours of childhood and girlhood reader hungry for more. A brave, in happy conversation with her father, tried soldier, a brilliant writer, a mutalking of war and deeds of valor, and sician of skill and learning, a man of in later life the two were so much to extraordinary social charm, a patriot gether, and were such voluminous cor- as devoted to the United States as any respondents when separated that her native of the soil, a perfect citizen, he mind is saturated with his memories. furnishes his daughter with a subject No fairy tale, she says, in her mind, to be envied. The volume is packed equalled the adventures of her own with good stories and anecdotes coverpeople, and indeed, no fairy tale would ing a half century in this country, and need to go beyond them. Born in 1816, quite good enough to bear comparison her father was in 1830 on the eve of with the earlier family traditions. E. taking up his duties as page to Charles P. Dutton & Co.
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SONG OF THE GUNS AT SEA. The ships from Egypt, laden with
the wheat O hear! O hear!
With which the Mistress of the World Across the sullen tide,
was fed. Across the echoing dome horizon-wide, But when at last, with every swelled What pulse of fear
sail spread, Beats with tremendous boom?
They hove in sight, there ran from What call of instant doom
street to street With thunderstroke of terror and of
A sudden rumor that the longed-for pride,
fleet With urgency that may not be denied, Brought sand for Nero's circuses inReverberates upon the heart's own
So Fate misfreights the vessels of our Come! Come!
lives thou must come!
Which might have carried grain of
very gold Come forth, O Soul,
And fills it to the water-mark with This is thy day of power.
sand; This is the day and this the glorious And Folly's breezes helping, it arrives hour
Safely in port, where Death unloads That was the goal
the hold, of thy self-conquering strife.
And all the cheated angels round it The love of child and wife
stand. The fields of Earth and the wide ways
Eugene Lee-Hamilton. of ThoughtDid not thy purpose count them all as
nought That in this moment thou thy self
ALL THAT'S PAST. mayst give And in thy country's life for ever Very old are the woods; live?
And the buds that break
H Out of the briar's boughs, Therefore rejoice
When March winds wake, That in thy passionate prime,
So old with their beauty are Youth's nobler hope disdained the Oh, no man knows spoils of Time,
Through what wild centuries
Roams back the rose!
Very old are the brooks;
And the rills that rise Death
Where snow sleeps cold beneath The beat that bids thee draw heroic The azure skies, breath,
Sing such a history Deep-throbbing till thy mortal heart be
Of come and gone, dumb,
Their every drop's as wise Come!.. Come!
the As Solomon. time is come! Henry Newbolt.
Very old are we men;
Our dreams are tales,
By Eve's nightingales;
We wake and whisper awhile,
But the day gone by, Once, under Nero, there was lack of Silence and sleep like fields bread
Of amaranth lie. In mighty Rome; and eyes were
Walter de la Mare. strained to meet
THE ITO LEGEND.
PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS OF PRINCE ITO. It is difficult now to recall the views with Ministers to do to this little upheld by the world at large with re- starting country what in that estimable gard to Japan twenty years ago; still lady's opinion ought to have been then more difficult to say what people already done with China-annex it. thought of a man who took up an ap- If this counsel of perfection had only pointment under the Japanese Govern- been adopted in the case of that anment, for indeed they were not very cient empire, what a world of trouble clear what manner of thing that was, an obstinate Ministry would have been nor how far it was associated with or spared! Now, here was another nation dissociated from China. There was springing into existence—she recked some vague knowledge of what was little of the "ages eternal” of the imafoot in the country; a few of the perial dynasty-let Ministers be wise clever ones knew that among other in time in this case, and take heed to changes in the old order, changes caus- her warning. Another "John Comtically described as "apeing the ways pany" could easily be called into being, of the West," a constitution was be- and all would be well. Not a little of ing prepared; but the information the vagueness of the ideas which inthey imparted was received by some spired these counsels lingered, even in with amused indifference; by others, 1887, in the minds of those who were who found in it a useful topic for so far on the way of knowledge as to dinner conversation, it was described appreciate the fact of Japan's existas "so very interesting." A few only ence. took the matter seriously; but these Equally difficult is it to call clearly had met some of those highly intelli- to one's memory the attitude of the gent young men who were at that time Europeans in Japan itself at that time. invading the country, ever asking ques. On the one hand, one's enthusiasms for tions, seeking explanations of our man- the beautiful with which life in the ners
and customs-often difficult country was surrounded were damped enough to account for satisfactorily- by those who vainly regretted les fleurs and who left, in token of gratitude for d'antan. On the other hand, one's ininformation received, a pair of Samurai tense sympathy for the Japan as she swords of exquisite workmanship, and was then, the Japan who seemed to be of temper as fine as their own, with crying from her every house-top-"Is it the laughing apology “No use now.” nothing to you who pass by?” was set The trail of these busy inquisitors can down as unpatriotism; for in those days be traced through the land by the "revision" of the treaties, which their legacies of steel. For those meant the abolition of consular juris. who had been SO
initiated the diction, was for foreigners the burning matter appeared of serious mo- question, overshadowing in importance ment: it was the sign of the "man's the national question, of which revihand” upon the horizon of the East, and sion was but a small part, the grant of speculation was rife among 'them constitutional government to the peowhether it was a portent of good or ple. But throughout those days of dievil. Not so very many years before, plomatic strife and upheaval of the naMiss Harriet Martineau had begged the tional spirit, the discussions on every Rev. Sydney Smith to use his influence question, the attitude of Japan towards