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Forms and Shapes in the
satirical Authors, proving them not only Creation :
erroneous and diabolical but repugnant And what the
to Holy Scripture. The Whole being a Beginning, Ruin, and Cure of every Composition of Wit and Humor, MoralThing is ; it proceeds out of Eternity ity and Divinity fit to be perused by all into Time,
the curious and ingenious, especially the and again out of Time into Eternity, Ladies." After this title-page, it is ask
ing too much of any one to read the book, rizeth All Mysteries.
unless it be to study the manner in which Written in High Dutch, MDCXXII. the tea-table, now held so innocent, had, By Jacob Behmen,
in 1733, such associations of luxury and aliàs
extravagance that Professor J. Bland is Teutonicus Phylosophus. compelled to implore husbands not to find London,
fault with it. “ More harmless liquor Printed by John Macock, for Gyles Cal- could never be invented than the ladies vert, at the black spread
in this age have made choice of. What Eagle, at the West end of Pauls Church, is so pleasant and grateful to the taste as 1651."
a dish of tea, sweetened with fine loaf Here again the words " Beginning, Ruin, sugar? What more innocent banquet and Cure” are given in large italic let- could have ever been in use than this? ters, and I never open the book without and what more becoming conversation a renewed sensation of awe, very much than the inoffensive, sweet and melodias if I were standing beside that gulf ous expressions of the fair ones over an which yawned at Lisbon in 1755, and entertainment so much like themselves?” had seen those 30,000 human beings Or let us turn to one of the early swallowed
American books, " The Columbian Muse, We do not sufficiently appreciate, in a Selection of American Poetry from modern books, the condensed and at various Authors of Established Reputaleast readable title-pages which stand tion. Published in New York in 1794.” sentinel, as it were, at their beginning. The most patriotic American could not We forget how much more easily the now read it with patience, yet the most books of two centuries ago ere left un- unpatriotic cannot deny its quaint and read, inasmuch as the title-page was apt fervent flavor. It is full of verses on the to be in itself as long as a book. Take, President's birthday and the genius of for instance, this quaint work, not to be America ; and of separate odes on Amerfound in Allibone's Dictionary of Au- ican sages, American poets, and Amerithors, but owing its authorship to “ J. can painters. The monotonous coupBland, Professor of Physic," who pub- lets, the resounding adjectives, the perlished in 1773, at London, “An Essay in sonifications, the exclamation points, all Praise of Women ; or a Looking Glass belong to their period, the time when for Ladies to see their Perfections in “ Inoculation, heavenly maid” with Observations how the Godhead deemed an appropriate opening for an seemed concerned in their Creation; ode. The very love poetry was patriotic what Respect is due to them on that and bore the title “On Love and the Account; how they have behaved in all American Fair,” by Colonel Humphreys, Ages and especially in our Saviour's who also contributes a discourse on “ The Time.” Thus begins the title-page, which Future State,” which turns out to refer is as long as an ordinary chapter, and to “ Western Territory.” Aside from the closes thus : “ Also Observations and Re- semi-political allusions there is no local flections in Defense against base and coloring whatever, except that Richard
Alsop in an elegy written in February, foreign country before he had read any 1791, gives the very first instance, so far book about it. After reading, the dream as I know, of an allusion in verse to any was half fulfilled, and he turned to someflower distinctively American:
thing else, so that he died without visit“There the Wild-Rose in earliest pride shall ing any foreign country. But the very bloom,
possession of such books, and their preThere the Magnolia's gorgeous flowers un
sence on the shelves, carries one to the fold, The purple Violet shed its sweet perfume :
Arctic regions or to the Indian Ocean. And beauteous Meadia wave her plumes of No single book of travels in Oceanica, it gold.”
may be, will last so long as that one stanza This last plant, though not here accurate of Whittier's, ly described, must evidently have been “I know not where Thine islands lift the Dodecatheon Meadia, or "Shooting
Their fronded palms in air; Star.” This is really the highest point of
But this I know, I cannot drift Americanism attained in the dingy little
Beyond Thy love and care." volume; the low-water mark being clear. How often have I known that poem to ly found when we read in the same vol- be recited by those who did not even ume the work of a poet then known as know the meaning of the word “ frond“ W. M. Smith, Esq.,” who could thus ed”! It is the poet, not the explorer appeal to American farmers to celebrate or the geographer, who makes the whole a birthday :
round world his own.
After all," as the brilliant and melan-
choly Rufus Choate said, “ a book is the Come with bosoms all sincere,
only immortality ;” and sometimes when Come with breasts devoid of care; a book is attacked and even denounced, Bring the pipe and merry lay,
its destiny of fame is only confirmed. 'Tis Eliza's natal day.”
Thus the vivacious and cheery Pope, Pio Wordsworth says in his Personal Talk, Nono, when asked by a too daring author
to help on his latest publication, suggest“Dreams, books are each a world ;”
ed that he could only aid it by putting it and the books unread mingle with the in the Index Expurgatorius. Yet if a dreams and unite the charm of both. book is to be left unread at last, the fault This applies especially, I think, to books must ultimately rest on the author, even of travel; we buy them, finding their as the brilliant Lady Eastlake comattractions strong, but somehow we do plained, when she wrote of modern Engnot read them over and over, unless lish novelists, " Things are written now they prove to be such books as those of to be read once, and no more ; that is, Urquhart, the Pillars of Hercules espe- they are read as often as they deserve. cially, where the wealth of learning and A book in old times took five years to originality is so great that we seem in a write and was read five hundred times different region of the globe on every by five hundred people. Now it is writpage. One of the most poetic things ten in three months, and read once by about Whittier's temperament lay in this five hundred thousand people. That 's fact, that he felt most eager to visit each the proper proportion.”
Thomas Wentworth Higginson.
died and remembered him in their
wills." “HELLO, Jackie!”
But Cook dismissed the subject by Such familiarity of address on the part calling out to one of the men, “Say, of Wright's head draughtsman had long Ed, come over here and tell me what annoyed Hart, but this morning, instead you were trying to do with this old henof nodding curtly, he replied briskly, - coop.” “ Hello, Cookey!”
He might take privileges with the auThe draughtsman winked at his neigh- gust Jackson Hart, whose foreign trainbor and thrust out an elbow at a derisive ing had rather oppressed the office force angle, as he laid himself down on the at times; but he would not allow Gracie linen plan he was carefully inking in. Bellows, the stenographer, to “mix” in The man next to him snickered, and the stenographer just outside the door smiled. Cook was a spare, black-haired little An office joke was in the air.
man, with beady brown eyes, like a squir“Mr. Hart looks as though something rel's. He was a product of Wright's good had happened to him," the ste- Chicago office, having worked his way to nographer remarked in a mincing tone. the practical headship of the force. Al“ Perhaps some more of his folks have though he permitted himself his little
1 Copyright, 1903, by ROBERT HERRICK.
fling at Hart, he was the young architect's “Has the old man wired anything new warmest admirer, approving even those about his plans ? magnificent palaces of the French Renais “ You 'll have to ask Miss Bellows." sance type which the Beaux Arts man “ He said he'd be here next Wednesput forth during the first months of his day or Thursday at the latest." connection with the firm.
The draughtsman stared hard at Hart, The little man, who was as sharp as wondering what was in the man's mind. one of his own India ink lines, could see But he made no answer to the last rethat Hart had something on his mind, mark, and presently Hart sauntered to and he was curious, in all friendliness, to the next window. find out what it was. But Hart did not As Hart well knew, Graves was waitemerge from his little box of an office ing to close that arrangement which he for several hours. Then he sauntered had proposed for building an apartment by Cook's table, pausing to look out of house. The architect had intended to the window while he abstractedly lighted look up the Canostota specifications bea cigarette.
fore he went further with Graves, but he Presently the stenographer came up had been distracted by other matters. to Hart and said:
Jackson Hart was not given to undue “Mr. Graves is out there and wants speculation over matters of conduct. He to see you particular, Mr. Hart. Shall
Shall had a serviceable code of business morals, I show him into your office ?”
which hitherto had met all the demands “Ask him to wait,” the young archi- of his experience. He called this code tect ordered.
“professional etiquette.” In this case After he had smoked and stared for a he was not clear how the code should few moments longer, he turned to Cook. be applied. The Canostota was not his
“What did we specify those I-beams affair. It was only by the merest accion the Canostota ? Were they forty-twos dent that he had been sent there that day or sixties?"
to help the electricians, and had seen Without raising his hand from the mi- that drill - hole which had led him to nute lines of the linen sheet, the draughts- question the thickness of the I-beams, man grunted :
about which he might very well have “Don't remember just what. Were n't been mistaken. If there were anything forty-twos. Nothing less than sixties
with them, it was Wright's busiever got out of this office, I guess. May ness to see that the contractor was probe eighties.”
perly watched when the steel work was “Um,” the architect reflected, knock- being run through the mill. And he did ing his cigarette against the table. "It not feel any special sense of obligation makes a difference in the sizes what make toward Wright, who had never displayed they are, does n't it?”
any great confidence in him. “It don't make any difference about He wanted the contractor's commisthe weights !
!” And the draughtsman sion, now more than ever, with his enturned to his linen sheet with a shrug of gagement to Helen freshly pricking him the shoulders that said, “You ought to to look for bread and butter; wanted it know that much!”
all the more because all thought of fightThe architect continued to stare out ing his uncle's will had gone when Helen of the murky window.
had accepted him. “ When is Harmon coming back?” When he rang for the stenographer
“ Ed lives out his way, and he says and told her to show Graves into his it's long-term typhoid. You can't tell office, he had made up his mind. Closwhen he 'll be back.”
ing his door, he turned and looked into VOL. XCIII.
the contractor's heavy face with an air practical man in the office. How would of alert determination. He was about you like to run the new office ?” to play his own game for the first time, Cook's manner froze into caution. and he felt the man's excitement of it! “Oh, I don't know. It's pretty good
The two remained shut up in Hart's up here looking after Wright's business.” cubby-hole for over an hour. When Hart picked up his sketch and turned Cook had returned from the restaurant away. in the basement where he lunched, and “ I thought you might like the chance. the other men had taken their hats and Some of the men I knew in Paris may coats from the lockers, Hart stepped out join me, and I shan't have much trouble of his office and walked across the room in making up a good team.” to Cook's table. He spread before the Then he went out to his luncheon, and draughtsman a fresh sepia sketch, the when he returned, he shut himself up in water scarcely dried on it. It was the his box, stalking by Cook's desk without front elevation for a house, such a one a word. When he came forth again the as is described impressively in the news- day's work was over, and the office force papers as “Mr. So-and-So's handsome had left. Cook was still dawdling over country residence.”
his table. “Now, that's what I call a peach!” “Say, Hart!” he called out to the Cook whistled through his closed teeth, architect. “I don't want you to have squinting at the sketch admiringly. “No- the wrong idea about my refusing that thing like that residence has come out of offer of yours. I don't mind letting you this office for a good long time. The old know that I ain't fixed like most of the man don't favor houses as a rule. Is this boys. I've got a family to look after, for some magnate ? ”
my mother and sister and two kid bro“ This is n't for the firm,” Hart an thers. It is n't easy for us to pull along swered.
on my pay, and I can't afford to take any “Oh!” Cook received the news with chances." evident disappointment. “Just a fancy “Who's asking you to take chances, sketch ?”
Cookey ?” Hart answered, mollified at “ Not for a minute! This is my own “ Perhaps you might do well by business. It's for a Mrs. Phillips at yourself.” Forest Park.”
“You see,” Cook explained further, Cook looked again at the elevation of “my sister 's being educated to teach, but the large house with admiring eyes. If she's got two years more at the Norhe had ever penetrated beyond the con mal. And Will's just begun high school. fines of Cook County in the state of Illi- Ed 's the only earner besides myself in nois, he might have wondered less at the whole bunch, and what he gets don't Hart's creation. But he was not fami count." liar with the Loire châteaux, even in Thereupon the architect sat down on photograph, for Wright's taste happened the edge of the draughting - table in to be early English.
friendly fashion and talked freely of his “So you 're going to shake us ? ” Cook plans. He hinted at the work for Graves asked regretfully.
and at his prospects with the railroad. “ Just as soon as I can have a word “I have ten thousand dollars in the with Mr. Wright. This is n't the only bank, anyway. That will keep the office job I have on hand.”
going some time. And I don't mind tell6 Is that so ?”
ing you that I have something at stake, “ Don't you want to come in?” Hart too,” he added in a burst of confidence. asked abruptly. “I shall want a good “I am going to be married.”