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It is the only complete edition of Shakespeare's Works ever printed and published in his native town, and so will have for all time an interest and distinction placing it entirely apart from any other existing or future edition of Shakespeare. The set comprises ten royal octavo volumes. One thousand numbered sets, on English hand- made paper, have been printed, of which two hundred and fifty are for America. Each vol- ume contains a photogravure frontispiece, eight being portraits of Shakespeare, one of Richard Burbage, the chief actor of Shakespeare's time, and one of the Earl of Southampton, Shake- speare's patron, to whom his Sonnets are supposed to have been dedicated. The type is the original Old Face type cut by William Caslon in the early part of the eighteenth century. For the text is used the size known as " English," the songs, etc., being printed in small pica. The lines are numbered at the side. 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The Format Editorial Features Press Opinions BROWNE'S BOOKSTORE, 203 Michigan Blvd., CHICAGO THE DIAL 9 Stmt>iWontl)Ig JIaurnal of ILtterarg Criticism, BiBruggion, ano Information. No. 599. JUNE 1, 1911. Vol. L. Contents. PAOE APPROACHES TO LITERATURE 425 SOME FRENCH SINGERS OF THE OPEN AIR. Warren Barton Blake 427 CASUAL COMMENT 430 Some reminiscences of Colonel Higginson.— The grind and the genius. — Some specimens of grave- yard poetry. — The greatest library event.—The charm of Oxford. — A reform in travelling library methods. — Distinctive features of the thirteenth census. — The head-liner's art. — A forthcoming memoir of Colonel Higginson. — Book thieves before the children's court. — The growth of the Poe memorial fund. — The Higginson room in the Cambridge Public Library. — The resignation of Amherst's librarian. — For light summer reading.— A new library building for the Gray Herbarium. THE LIBRARIANS' CONFERENCE AT PASA- DENA. (Special Correspondence.) 433 COMMUNICATIONS 435 Lowell and the Russian Mission. George Abbot James. Anglo-American Copyright. Lavin Hill. "A Hundred Years to Come." S. T. Kidder. THE NEW STEVENSON LETTERS. Henry Seidel Canby 436 NATURE'S OPEN SHOP. May Estelle Cook ... 438 Mrs. Stratton-Porter's Music of the Wild. — Roberts's Neighbors Unknown.—Kirkham's East and West.—Sharp's Face of the Fields. TRAVELS IN TWO HEMISPHERES. Percy F. Bicknell 439 Borup's A Tenderfoot with Peary. — Miss Bell's Amu rath to Amurath. — Dr. and Mrs. Workman's The Call of the Snowy Hispar. — Bingham's Across South America. — Miss Barton's Impressions of Mexico.—"Mark Sale's " A Paradise in Portugal.— Higinbotham's Three Weeks in the British Isles. — Meriwether's Seeing Europe by Automobile. — Hutchinson's A Saga of the "Sunbeam." — Ren- wick's Finland To-day. RECENT FICTION. William Morton Payne ... 442 Galsworthy's The Patrician. — Quiller-Couch's Brother Copas. — Mr. and Mrs. Castle's Panther's Cub. — Mr. and Mrs. Williamson's The Golden Silence.—Mrs. Watts's The Legacy. — Miss Fisher's The Imprudence of Prue. — Frenssen's Klaus Hin- rich Baas. — Fogazzaro's Leila. VARIOUS BOOKS FOR SUMMER READING . . 445 Camping and tramping in the Yosemite. — Practical gardening for women. — The adventures of " Grizzly Adams " in new form.—Summering in the Sierras.— A book of small English country houses. — A com- monplace tour in Italy.—A summer in a sportsman's paradise. —An eloquent advocate of country life.— The story of the forests of England. — How to live in the country.—A guide to the pine trees of California. BRIEFER MENTION 450 NOTES 451 TOPICS IN JUNE PERIODICALS 451 LIST OF NEW BOOKS 452 THE APPROACHES TO LITERATURE. Literature is a coy maiden, not to be won by assertiveness or by violence. She well knows how to discriminate between her true and her pretended lovers, and can tell by instinct the difference between the one who woos her for her own sweet self and the one whose motives are interested. She bestows her favors with a sort of divine graciousness, and often upon outwardly unpromising aspirants, while turning an indifferent ear to suitors who have all the worldly advantages to offer. She will repel the advances of self-conscious and " important" persons, and go more than half way to meet and encourage the devotion of her shrinking worshippers. She will even seek these out, and win them for her declared following to their own surprise. And those whom her election singles out learn to taste of delights hitherto unimagined, and find life exalted to a dignity hitherto unconceived. Their sympathies are en- larged to the very limits of humanity; they enter into communion with the life of the race; they know in fullest measure the joy that art alone can give, and receive the key to the prison-house in which everyone is born, and which seeks to keep its inmates from enlargement by the heavy doors of convention and the stout walls of prejudice. When once the bolt is shot that has held them captive, they enter into their rightful inheritance of the open air and the liberal sunlight. Abandoning this concatenation of metaphors, let us state as a plain fact, needing neither de- monstration nor adornment, that literature is one' of the chief solaces vouchsafed to man, and that he who is debarred from its ministry misses the best part of life. Surely its approaches should be made easy; and yet, such is human perversity, some of them are so devised as to prove only misleading by-ways, and others are deliberately made difficult by steep artificial declivities, or blocked by thorny obstructions set for that very purpose. The path of the collector is one of the misleading by-ways; another is membership in some society estab- lished for the study of this or that poet; still another is that into which ingenuous youth is lured by the analysts and statisticians who make an impudent pretence of studying litera- ture by laboratory methods, and of explaining 426 DIAL [J«ne 1, THE it upon scientific principles. The bunkers and the hedges that discourage the approach to lit- erature are the objects chiefly in view in the scholastic landscape. They are planned by the pedagogical expert with the skill of one who lays out a golf-course, or with the magic of the wizard who hides the sleeping beauty in her enchanted castle. We have frequently paid our respects to these methods and these obstruc- tions as they exist in our most favored educa- tional schemes, and expect to pay them many times more; what we would emphasize just now are the abstract propositions that literature is itself, not something else, and that its pursuit, by which we mean appreciation rather than performance, is not a task, but a joy. To put the matter in a nutshell, literature is to be read, not to be puzzled over and dissected. Professor Brander Matthews has recently been discussing the approaches to literature, and offers the following suggestions: "Wo can confine our attention, if we please, to a chosen few of the greatest writers, the men of an impregnable supremacy. We can neglect the minor writings even of these masters to centre our affections on their acknowledged masterpieces. We may turn aside from the authors individually, however mighty they may be, and from {heir several works, however impressive, to consider the successive movements which one after the other have changed the stream of litera- ture, turning it into new channels and sweeping along almost every man of letters, powerless to withstand the current. We may perhaps prefer to abandon the biographical aspects of literature to investigate its bio- logical aspects, and to study out the slow differentiation of the several literary species, history from the oration, for example, and the drama from the lyric. Or, finally, we may find interest in tracing the growth of those critical theories about literary art which have helped and which have hindered the free expansion of the author's genius at one time or at another." This is good counsel, but not, after all, for the many. It smells too much of the lamp to be the best advice for readers who are not endowed with specialized literary aptitudes. Those who ponder it, or such writings as Ruskin's "King's Treasuries " and Mr. Frederic Harrison's "The Choice of Books," may get from their effort a certain stimulus, but such counsels of perfection are more often productive of despair than of acceptance as working rules. We must, after all, reckon the course of study, the systematic scheme, the reasoned procedure, as hindrances rather than helps to the acquisition of literary taste and understanding. And a special note of warning is needed for those who think that they may properly approach literature by the way of literary history and criticism. These provide the pattern without the material for the fabric, but if the fabric be skilfully woven — piecemeal perhaps, and put together bit by bit, like the sections of a puzzle-picture — the pattern will disclose itself in due time, and it may prove to be fairer than any that could have been designed in advance. For the average human soul, the casual approaches to literature are probably the best, and even the wisest of guidance may fail in fitting itself to the individual need. Some guid- ance there is that is helpful, but in the propor- tion that its intent is concealed. The coaxing methods of the modern librarian are inspired by a deeper wisdom than the categorical impera- tives of the schoolmaster. Taste is built up by a slow process of refinement, rising by imper- ceptible degrees to higher levels; no genuine literary liking deserves to be held up to scorn, but should rather be taken as the sign of in- finite possibilities of development. It may be from so humble a beginning as the feuilleton of a sensational news-sheet that the man who learns to love literature shall measure his ascent. Or it may be from some random suggestion that the kindling spark has come, or from readings for entertainment in the home circle, or from informal conversations with one's fellows, and preferably not with superior persons. Best of all agencies for the fostering of the literary spirit is the old family library, with its oppor- tunities for browsing, of which the child is made free from the time he learns to read. There need be little fear of contamination from this sort of license, for normal children have an amazing faculty for assimilating what is really nourishing, and for ignoring matters which their elders would find it embarrassing to have to explain. Why is it that children —real children and those of larger growth that we find in the ranks of the mechanic, the ploughman, and the sailor—so often find delight in Shake- speare and the Bible? One of the reasons, at least, is that they cheerfully skip what they fail to understand, and do not have their wits tangled up by any erudite apparatus of anno- tation and explanation. But get them into school, and apply to them these worrying im- plements of erudition, and see how quickly the glow will fade, and what good haters of liter- ture they will become. Borrowing once more from Professor Mat- thews, we would emphasize the fact that litera- ture is not austere but friendly, not remote but intimate. "It is not for holidays only and occasions of state; it is for everyday use. It is not for the wise and learned 1911.] 427 THE DIAL only, but for all sorts and conditions of men. It pro- vides the simple ballad and the casual folk-tale that live by word of month, generation after generation, on the lonely hillside; and it proffers also the soul-searching tragedy which grips the masses in the densely crowded city. It has its message for everyone, old and young, rich and poor, educated and ignorant; and it is supreme only as it succeeds in widening its invitation to include us all. At one time it brings words of cheer to the weak and the downhearted; and at another it stirs the strong like the blare of the bugle. It has as many aspects as the public has many minds. It is sometimes to be re- covered only by diligent scholarship out of the dust of the ages, and it is sometimes to be discovered amid the fleeting words lavishly poured out in the books of the hour, in the magazines, and even in the daily journals." That of which such words may in simple truth be said must be among the choicest treasures of mankind. It behooves all of us who have found the way into the precincts of literature to help as many of our fellows as we may to share its joys, and above all to see to it that its approaches be not jealously guarded from the stranger. If we have found obstacles set in our own path, we must take care that they shall no longer exist to impede those who are to come after us. Like the quality of mercy, literature "Blesseth him that gives and him that takes," and its possession makes us the richer when we help others to become also its possessors. SOME FRENCH SINGERS OF THE OPEN-AIR. I. Summer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu! Ever since the thirteenth-century poet wrote his "Cuckoo Song "— and long before him, too — poets have hymned the seasons: singing the beauty of woods and fields in every weather, and the joys of the open road; declaring the pleasures of life among the flowers, in the shade of one's own fig- tree. Sometimes a rather remote picturesqueness has been all that appealed. Sometimes there has been a largely factitious painting of the pastoral life: and thus conventionalism has fastened upon this kind of verse. With Burns, who guided the plough as well as chanted it (though I suspect he found his way to a maiden's heart straighter than he drove the furrow), a new life stirred in nature- poetry. Burns exalted man for the manhood's sake, and showed how even the laborer — not the make-believe haymaker, but he who sweats at his work — might heave a sigh and lightly turn to thoughts of love as he drank ale at eventide. Wordsworth's verse, that looms so impressive in romantic poetry, smells to heaven, not so much of the soil it grew in, as of one Cumberland man's didactics. Tennyson well enough conceived the poetry of the countryside, but his pictures in this genre (like his historical pieces) are almost too perfectly "composed." This is studio-work, and the notes taken afield have lost in the working- over. True, Tennyson can be photographic—as in his " Northern Farmer." The trick is to be plein- airiste and lyricist too; when is this poet both? To be a plein-airiste of verse, and worthy of the name, it is not enough to have an exquisite appre- ciation of natural detail. More is required than a knack of painting eyes. "Darker than darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March." The open-air painters pique themselves on rendering nature on the spot; Monet's pictures are executed on successive days, perhaps, but under the same atmospheric conditions; Sorolla's are generally put through at a single sitting. This is true impres- sionism. Yet we do not demand as much of our nature-poets as these nature-painters have demanded of themselves. What we do ask is an effect of spontaneity; and the making-believe that the verses made themselves — conditioned by one moment's joy or pain. We would know nothing of the poet's retouchings; an edition of his works in which variant readings are given — as in the recent Eversley Tennyson — is abhorrent to us in some moods. We hug a precious illusion. We want no chips from the workshop. II. The century that gave England William Barnes, who wrote that "increasing communication" and the popularization of board-schools has substi- tuted "book English" for provincial dialects, and who for his own part used the patois of Dor- setshire ("not only a separate offspring from the Anglo-Saxon tongue, but purer and more regular than the dialect which is chosen for the national dialect"), gave France an even greater provincial poet in Fre'de'ric Mistral. Only last year the poet celebrated his eightieth birthday; two years ago occurred the half-centenary of his "Mireio " — the master-work that Lamartine dared to compare with the Homeric epics.* I have no wish to attempt here the reviewing of a poem that has inspired so much of praise and of controversy; a poem prob- ably best known to Americans through the libretto of Gounod's half-forgotten opera. It is enough that Mistral succeeded in giving us a great poem, besides giving a wonderful impetus to the study of the troubadours' tongue, and to its use as a poetic medium.f Like Roumamille, his forerunner, Mis- *"Mireio" (" Mireille "), originally published in 1859, has been reprinted by the Librairie Charpentier, with a prose translation of the Provencal text facing the original (1908). t See " L'Anthologie du Felibrige," being Selections from the Poets "of the Renaissance mtridionale of the 19th Cen- tury," with an introduction and notes by MM. Armand Praviel and J.-R. de Brousse, Paris (Nouvelle Librairie Nationale), 1909. ("Le Felibrige a pour but de conserver longtemps a la Provence sa langue, son earactere, sa liberty d'allure, son honneur national et sa hauteur d'intelligence.") 428 THE DIAL. [Junel, tral wrought for the illiterate folk of his own country; he could say in all sincerity, "Je ne chante que pour les patres et les gens des mas." Yet he was executing, the while, the work of an in- dubitable poet, whose limitations were self-imposed. It is our misfortune that we have, in English, no adequate rendering of his verses. We can, all the same, judge in some degree of the vigor and whole- someness and poetic temper of his work,—whether we read it stumblingly in the native Provencal, in the French prose translation made by Mistral him- self, or in the English version contributed a good many years ago by Miss Harriet Preston. Some- thing of the movement and the southern magic of its natural poetry survives the roughest handling. The people of Provence are right in erecting a statue to Mistral in his own lifetime; right in deem- ing him one of the great company of French Im- mortals never enthroned among the Forty. A spicy proverb—which enjoys a more restricted circulation in this the age of the press agent — would have it that" a good wine needs no bush." Mistral is a palm- less poet — so far as the Academy is concerned; he does not join Academies, but he has founded them. His laurels are home-grown,—but he has his statue! "Sing hey! sing bo! ye mulberry maids, Prosper your reaping! As golden bees, blown from afar, Glean rosemary-honey,— So swarm these trees With maids not bees,— Like the air, sunny.' So beautiful the silk-worms are In their third sleeping, Sing merrily, ye mulberry maids,— Prosper your reaping!" m. Mistral's "Mireio" was published an even fifty years ago: it is not thirty-five years since M. Jean Aicard published his Poems of Provence, in the language of his greater Fatherland.* Aicard too is a Provencal, and loyal to his province,— "Vieille Gaule a l'esprit attique au eoeur romain, Souviens-t-en: la Provence est l'antique chemin Par on la race Hellene et latine a ta race Apporta ses tresors de lumiere et de grace,—" but he dedicated his poems, not to Provence, not to the gent di mas, but to all France. Let us appre- ciate the importance of such a dedication. Here is a regionalist who seeks, not to resuscitate a stricken language, but to conserve something of its local tang; a poet using, too, the most sophisticated of all the tongues, ancient or modern. His poems are equally popular and Provencal in accent: yet they are indubitably French verse of a high order. Rather than praise the achievement, in our own poor words, let us listen to the poet speaking for himself. "When our peasants express themselves in French," he has written, "they translate the figures, the movement, even the turn, of words, and, if one may say so, the flair of the Provencal patois. •"Poemesde Provence; Les Cigales," par Jean Aicard. Paris (Flammarion), 1875. I have tried to speak, in verse, a French that in the manner of their prose might let one divine the genius of the local idiom; happy if some of our provincial- isms, de"bris of the dialect in dissolution, should seem worthy of enriching the French tongue."* When the young poet of that time, the Academi- cian of to-day, was publishing his poems of the South-land, full of the singing of locusts and the murmur of the river Rhone, Brunetiere, in an essay on "Poetes contemporains: la Poesie intime," was discussing the work of Paul Bourget, who had just written " La Vie Inquiete," and Francois Coppee— Coppee, whose seat in the Academy Aicard now holds, and Bourget, his "dear colleague." Brune- tiere lacked enthusiasm for Coppee's "Humbles," and its verses about the tout petit epicier de Mon- trouge: "It was a retail grocer of Montrouge, And his dark shop, with shutters painted red." What a pity that, when he wrote his article upon contemporary poets, Brunetiere had not yet read Aicard's poems of Provence, with a very different inspiration: although he, likewise, celebrated "Les Humbles!" Had Brunetiere studied Aicard's work, there would be little need of anyone else attempting to evaluate it. But what comes near to reconciling us to this critical omission is the tribute of Sully- Prudhomme; who was something better than critic: "Tu nous as rapporte" de ton pays natal Ce qui nous manque ici, Pair, le jour et la flamme; Ton poeme rechauffe et colore notre Sme Comme un reflet brulant d'azur oriental." Aicard's work reminds us of Flaubert's observation that the Orient commences at Marseilles. To-day, a generation after, the Academy has elected M. Aicard to its membership. rv. Essentially lyric in his verse, hardly less lyric in his novels, some of which have been lately trans- lated into English,t there is no temptation for us to compare this younger singer with Homer, as Lamar- tine compared Mistral. And yet one may fairly compare Mistral the FSlibre and Aicard, equally Provencal, perhaps, but more affected by his school- ing and his long periods of residence at Paris. M. Aicard is content to render the beauty and mysti- cism of Provence in the French tongue. If Mistral's Mireio is daintiness itself, and the lovemaking of Mireio and Vincent is, essentially, as full of poetry as that of Meredith's Richard and Lucy, besides being raised upon the wings of verse, Aicard, too, has given us heroines of grace and captivation. We love his gentle Livette of "Le Roi de Camargue": Livette, or "Little Olive." We love the washer- maiden Miette, of the rhymed romance, "Miette et NoreV' There is the same peacefulness and/con- tentment reflected in these verses that we fouuid in •Preface to " Miette et Nor<5," Paris (Flanunariori), 18-' t By Alfred Allinson: "The Illustrious Man jKn," and the "Diverting Adventures of Maurin." New Xf'.orV: .Tohn iCo. 1910. * ,ar 1911.] 429 THE DIAJL the lyrics and eclogues of the Dorset poet. One may turn one of the French couplets into English doggerel in this wise: Man 's made for the soil; and — mind it well! — The happiest man's Jacques bonhomme. Notwithstanding its undertone of melancholy, there is throughout Aicard's work unfailing joy in the face of nature. The Rousselian spirit of his novel "L'Ame d'un Enfant" does not find unique expres- sion in his revolt against the repression and dis- cipline of the lycies; it is more happily expressed in his faith in this same Jacques, and in his appre- ciation of all the beauty of outer nature. At school he was less attracted by the alphabet than by the tragicomedy of fly and spider. As poet he chants the Spanish broom and immortelle; Aries and the Alyscamps, "pleins d'eclats de rire"; the gleaners of Camargue, and the Branding (la Ferrade); the "Vignes du Langnedoc, oliviers des Alpines." Maurice Barres of "Les Deracines" pleads no more eloquently the ties of the home-province: "J'ai la, dans ma Provence, on les lauriers sont beaux, Mod foyer, mon arpent du sol de la patrie, Et je sens a ce nom ma pensee attendrie, Car la j'ai des amis et la j'ai des tombeaux." What matter if the poet lives, for the greater part of each year, among the mists and rains of Paris? Provence is still near enough to his spirit,— "I'm there, though by my fire I do recline, Relaxed, — glued to my chair, — watching the sparks; Green woods — blue sea — the Southern Sky: all mine!" It is a wild kind of justice that one renders M. Aicard in Englishing a few lines here, a few there, in this rough fashion. One should quote in the French at least one of the sonnets (" Les Cigales "), and verses like those occurring in the piece called, "Returned by Sea." "Voyageurs! voyageurs! explorez la nature; Tentez au bout des mers la pensee on l'amour: Tout depart vous promet une heureuse aventure, Et ce bonheur fuyant n'est qne dans le retour! "II vous attend sous l'arbre, au seuil de votre porte, Oh vous avez, enfant, joue\ souri, pleure"; Sur la plage oil chanta votre jeunesse morte, Au pays oil l'aieul paisible est interreV' One would remember, too, "Les Meyes," and that exquisite little poem, "La Fleurette,"— "La grappe belle et mure et virginale encore, Que baisent seulement la rosee et l'aurore ..." But it is impossible to quote more here. We can only very remotely suggest the nature of the subjects; we must let the treatment of those subjects and sentiments — so exquisite and so classical in feeling — speak for itself. Sincerity is breathed in every line to which M. Aicard has signed his name. It may be said of the rather recently elected Acade- mician, as it was said of the Dorset poet beyond the Channel, that his verses "seldom exhibit a striking thought, or perhaps even a very original expression." The fact remains that Aicard is the poet of Provence who has done most to give his province a place in modern French literature. He is, too, the poet of children and of mothers; the last, as M. Calvet has written in his sympathetic study," of the great idealistic poets." * And Aicard himself has written that the ideal is not ce qui n'est pas (in Maupassant's phrase), but the truth of tomorrow: "le vrai de demain." V. If names of English and French writers —poets of Dorsetshire and troubadours of Twentieth- century Provence — are mingled in this summer causerie pell-mell, I offer no apologies. They are all of them open-air poets—nor is that all. I have associated them carelessly, but not without motive. I try to match Barnes's loyalty to Dorsetshire with Mistral's intensive patriotism; I almost wish that Aicard's work may suggest analogies — which are not to be strained, however—with Tennyson's. Most of all have I hoped that the reader might be led into making certain admissions regarding the possibilities of French lyricism. It is a truism that English taste has been nar- rowly insular whenever it has not been servilely Gallophile. In the eighteenth century Gray might sigh for an eternity of romances by Marivaux and Crelnllon fds, "On a Sofa," —but Wesley's utter scorn for the "Henri&de," and even for "Telem- achus," or Dr. Johnson's aspersions upon Jean- Jacques Rousseau, were sentiments far more char- acteristically national. The French have ever set up the appreciation of Racine as the touchstone of poetic taste; yet what a mess English writers have always made of it in venturing to discuss Racine! They have conceded, not tasted, the intellectual and rhetorical qualities of his tragic poetry; they have, in general, wholly missed the psychology of woman that is Racine's, — his mastery of passional values. We are, nous autres Anglais, singularly grudging and inept in our criticism of French verse. We do not, however, invariably understand all we com- mentate; and all too seldom do we enjoy what we do partially understand. It is a truism, I have said, that English taste has been narrowly insular when- ever it has not been Gallomaniacal, — but must the same be said of American taste? I for my own part have at least expressed my vigorous dissent from any judgment denying to French verse warmth, the love of nature, or an appreciation of the "little people's" ways of life and humbler joys. I conceive that it is time for us Anglo-Saxons to abandon one of our pet preju- dices: our prejudice against French poetry, that we condemn unheard. Poe had a Baudelaire; Words- worth engaged Sainte-Beuve (though the poet-critic never went far in his renderings of the Lakists); even Walt Whitman has found a sympathetic trans- lator and biographer; t but the French poets are *"La Poesie de Jean Aicard: Portrait Litt^raire et Choix de Poemes." Par J. Calvet. Paris: (A Hatier), 1909. t See " Les Feuilles d'Herbe de Walt Whitman, Traduc- tion integrate de Le'on Bazalgette," Paris (Mercure de France), 1908. 430 [June 1, THE DIAL left by us untranslated — or are translated by our veriest backs. This would not greatly matter if we did not, apparently, base our judgments of French verse either upon our miserable translations or upon our own private mis-readings of the texts. We do not even know many of the humbler but well-loved poets whose work expresses the sanity of life that is no less French than those more showy character- istics that we imagine French.* It is not with French verse as a whole that we are occupied to-day, however: only with some of the French poets who are, like some of the English poets, singers of the out-of-doors. The odds have never favored poets of peasantry. If, like Robert Bloomfield or George Crabbe, they are strict liter- alists, they are told, number one, that he attains nothing higher than "truthfulness of description"; number two, that he writes charming tales, but long ones. Kenan has said that men have no right to paint a dung-heap unless roses grow out of that rich accumulation. If poets take warning, if they profit by Renan's dictum and gather rosebuds while they may (and where), then they are told that their "grand air" belongs to the capital, not to the country-side. Ik Marvel complained of the Wateletr effects attained by the French ruralists. Such a criticism applies to eighteenth-century Delille, but not to the poets named in this essay. Some new accusation must be brought against these Proven- caux; these singers of the langue d'oc; these Aicards and Mistrals. Let me confess that, as a country-lover, and a lover of their own country, I can draw up but one bill against them. And though that is serious enough, it is not, I suspect, unanswerable. I would complain only that they have kept me indoors over- long, reading their verses, when I might have been out in their fields and woodlands, walking under their glowing skies and sunning on their beaches. Warren Barton Blake. CASUAL COMMENT. Some reminiscences of Colonel Higginson, as he appeared to his old friend and fellow- abolitionist, Mr. Frank B. Sanborn, appeared in the Boston ,l Transcript" the day after the veteran author's death. "It must be now more than sixty- two years ago," writes Mr. Sanborn, "that I first saw and heard Rev. T. W. Higginson, as he was then styled in the registers of the clergy. ... As I well remember, he preached in white trousers, which in 1846 was an innovation on the traditional black garb that Emerson had given up ten years earlier, but to which Theodore Parker adhered all his clerical life — for the reason, as he told me, that he chose to conform in that outward matter, since * See the first chapter in Miss M. Betham-Edwards's u French Men, Women and Books," just published by A. C. McClurg & Co. (Chicago). he must dissent in so much that was inward and spiritual. But innovation was a second nature to young Higginson, as it continued to be through most of his active life. ... At the Anthony Burns rendition in May, 1854 — or, rather, the morning after the attack on the Boston Court House in Court Square, which preceded the rendition — I saw Mr. Higginson with his throat muffled, from a wound received the night before, while leading the assault on what Richard Dana, who was the counsel of the poor slave, called 'the Boston Barracoon.' In the Kansas emigration and Sharp's rifle movement of the next few years we became active on committees, and this led in 1857 to an acquaintance with John Brown, the Kansas hero, whose good cause we both supported, until the whole North took it up in the second year of the Civil War." Mr. Sanborn re- calls his friend's early and long-continued connec- tion, as contributor, with " The Atlantic Monthly," for which he wrote more or less frequently during half a century or longer. His military service, though interrupted by illness, "added to his equip- ment for an all-round literary life, the part which he chiefly and excellently filled. Few Americans have written on more themes, with a better preparation, or a more comprehensive, exact (and exacting) method." The grind and the genius ought to be united in the same person if there is any truth in the defini- tion of genius as an infinite capacity for taking pains. But men generally like to believe that the genius, whether poet or painter or inventor, is born and not made by any amount of drudgery or self- discipline. A ray of light, feeble enough, perhaps, seems to be thrown on the question by an investiga- tion conducted by the " Cornell Era," which shows that out of one hundred and seventy Cornell alumni of success and prominence, one hundred and one were known as grinds in their college days, while sixty-nine were of the gayer, more socially promi- nent, or athletically eminent sort. It is significant that sixty-seven of the one hundred and one have achieved success as educators. Perhaps there is nothing that the thorough grind takes to so natu- rally, after he has ground his way to a summa cum laude diploma, as the perpetuation of his kind. Only thirteen authors and ten journalists are noted among the distinguished hundred and one, and so there is little in these results to weaken our conviction that creative literary artists are not producible at will by any sort of educational training. By a happy coin- cidence, President Schurman has just issued a state- ment of the comparative scholarship of fraternity men and non-fraternity men as ascertained by an examination of the records of students dropped by Cornell at mid-year because of inferior scholarship. The non-fraternity men, who in general may be reckoned the grinds, lost only one and one-tenth per cent of their whole number in this weeding-out of the unfit, while the society men lost three and eight- tenths per cent. On the whole it seems wiser and 1911.] 431 THE DIAL, safer for the average student to grind than to loaf and play; hut hy no process of grind can he make sure of a niche in the Hall of Fame, or even of a ten-line paragraph in " Who's Who." • ■ a Some specimens of grave-yard poetry that meet the eyes of visitors to the Springfield (Mass.) cemetery immortalized in J. 6. Holland's historical novel, "The Bay Path," tempt one to indulge in a little quotation. The present cemetery, it is true, cannot boast the antiquity of the old one desecrated by the invasion of the railway; but to it were removed in 1848 the mortal remains and the head- stones that had occupied the ancient bury ing-ground. A diligent hand has transcribed the more curious of the epitaphs, among which a few may interest our readers. The following is noteworthy as being found, with occasional variations, in other cemeteries besides that at Springfield, where it was inscribed in 1785 on the head-stone of one Joseph Ashley. With a slight change it occurs again in the same cemetery. "Reader, behold as you pass by. As you are now, so once was I: As I am now, so you must be. Prepare for deth and follow me." To more than one irreverent reader of this inscrip- tion must have come the impulse to reply: "To follow you I Ve no intent Until I know which way you went." Here is a couplet, simple and touching, though defective in rhyme unless we are to conclude that the pronunciation of 1782 made the defect non- existent to the Springfielder8 of that day: "Persia alas is gone And left her friends to moan." On the stone of Mary Pynchon, who died in 1657, may be read the following quaint though limping lines: "She yt lyes here was while shoe stood A very glory of womanhood. Even here was sowne most pretious dust Which surely shall rise with the just." To the lover of elegiac verse what printed book of poetry can compare with an ancient bury ing-ground? Pathos and humor, so notably akin, meet and blend there, if anywhere, however unintentional the humor, and however heartrending the grief of the elegiac poet himself. • • • The greatest library event in library history, measured by material standards, was the opening in New York, last week, of the splendid building that has cost more than ten million dollars, that contains literary and art treasures worth several millions more, and that occupies a site valued at about twenty millions. Full reports of the dedicatory exercises of May 23 have appeared in the local press, and more or less abbreviated accounts have found their way into many other journals through- out the land. On the day following the dedication the library opened its doors to the reading public, and its one million and more volumes became avail- able for use after five months spent in transferring them from the Astor and Lenox buildings. That the moving did not take more time must be attri- buted to the admirable system whereby each book's destined location was accurately determined in advance. The transfer of the vast library had, of course, to be mentally accomplished before its material execution began, and the skill and judg- ment shown in the arrangement of so many volumes with reference to their probable frequency of de- mand may well stir one's admiration. From the first embryonic outline of the new building, drawn years ago by Dr. Billings on a postal card, there has developed the present magnificent structure, the most elaborately and carefully planned, and ex- pected to prove the most satisfactory, as it is the most modern, library building in the world. • • • The charm of Oxford fades not with age, but notably increases. Something of the atmosphere of the ancient university makes itself pleasantly felt in a descriptive and reminiscent article, "The Flavor of Life at Oxford," in the June " Century Magazine," from the pen of Mr. Tertius Van Dyke, a recently graduated Rhodes scholar, we infer. Phases of university life and types of character are briefly but effectively presented. Here is a familiar scene: "Every afternoon the streets of Oxford swarm with bareheaded undergraduates in ' shorts ' or 'flannels,' bicycling to their various college athletic fields. Several hours later you will see them returning splashed with mud and eager for a bath and the inevitable cup of tea." The American student at Oxford must be churlish indeed, thinks Mr. Van Dyke, not to be irresistibly attracted toward his English cousin; but nevertheless " disagreeable men are here as well as elsewhere, and of snobbish men more than a fair proportion," who have been known to commit the rudeness of gorgonizing the free and independent American with a stony British stare. To the graduate of one of our colleges, concludes the writer, "Oxford offers innumerable benefits. It is an enlightening and inspiring experience to dwell within the walls of this most ancient of all English universities, nor need you return any the less a true American because of your admiration for England and the Englishmen." Mr. Fred Pegram has well illustrated the article with sundry scenes from Oxford student life. A reform in travelling-library methods has been lately either instituted or taken under consid- eration by the more progressive managers of such libraries. As long ago, indeed, as 1907 the New Jersey Public Library Commission changed from the old system of sending out irrevocably fixed groups of books, in orderly rotation, to designated depositaries, regardless of the tastes and desires of the readers. Intelligent selection and the invitation of requests from those to whom the books were to go could not but produce gratifying results. In Kansas, more recently, as set forth in the sixth biennial report 432 [June 1, THE DIAL. of the commission for travelling libraries, foreordi- nation absolute has given place to a more flexible scheme in the circulation of these movable collections of literature. "This system," says the secretary of the commission, " involves vastly more labor than the unit or fixed-group plan in use in many states. Then, too, under the fixed-group plan, a most desirable selection of books may be placed in every library. But . . . books selected for general use will not be read as are the books selected by the readers themselves." Thus it is getting itself pretty well understood that the library, like the Sabbath, was made for man, not man for the library. • • • Distinctive features of the Thirteenth Census are outlined in a communication from the Bureau. Preliminary bulletins will, as usual, be published; but these will in some instances vary in character according to the section or State to which they are to go. "The most interesting feature of this scheme," we are informed, "is the plan to com- bine, in one volume for each state, all the bulletins for the United States on general topics, and the bulletins of a state in a State Compendium. By far the greater number of inquirers as to census figures have heretofore found practically all the information they desired in the Abstract of the census. The proposed plan will give them this in- formation in the State Compendium, together with special information regarding the state and county, or city, in which they live. The State Compendium might therefore be described as a state edition of the Census Abstract. . . . The final reports will be issued in smaller editions than heretofore, and, being mainly for general reference purposes, preference will be given to their distribution to libraries and institutions of learning." The new plan seems likely to achieve certain desirable ends in the way of economy and brevity and adaptation to local or special requirements, in a manner not hitherto at- tempted by our ponderous decennial census report. The head-liner's art is of comparatively re- cent development. A hundred years ago, or even fifty , no one thought of trying to pack the gist of a newspaper article, and still less of a book, into three or four attention-compelling words. A book's title could meander all the way down the title-page, in varied assortments of type, and news headings had a leisurely, go-as-you-please appearance that would never be allowed in this day and generation. Now the head-line must be so skilfully wrought as not to fail of a startling or an astonishing or a puzzling or a terrifying effect. "Glad Bags for Masculinity" would have been an inconceivable heading, half a century ago, for a newspaper report of a movement in favor of a more variegated male costume than that sanctioned by convention. Yet that very head-line confronts one to-day in a sober and reputable Boston journal. At the same time we cull from one of Baltimore's most authoritative daily papers the following: "Now It's Jagless Beer." This is to introduce an account of a de- alcoholized malt liquor, a lager that cheers but not inebriates. Another issue of the same excellent journal combines pithy brevity with faultless rhyme in its heading for the sad story of an unsuccessful traveling salesman of St. Louis who hanged himself in order that his wife and children might receive the insurance on his life. "Took Life to Aid Wife" neatly sums up the whole melancholy occur- rence. But it is in base-ball headings that the head-line artist surpasses himself. "Bisons Take Another" informs the initiated that the Buffalo team has scored a fresh victory; and " Orioles Fly North" is not an ornithological announcement, but apprises the sporting world that the Baltimore nine is on tour in a cooler clime. The successful head- liner of to-day must be able to say more, and to say it more vehemently, in three words than his eigh- teenth-century predecessor could in three hundred. A forthcoming memoir of Colonel Higgin- son, for publication in the Proceedings of the Massachusetts Historical Society will have for its competent author Professor Edward Channing, who was united to the late poet, historian, and essayist by ties both of affinity and of literary collaboration. Higginson's first wife was Mary Channing, sister of the poet Ellery Channing; and it was with this Professor Channing of a later gen- eration that he prepared his recent textbook of Eng- lish history for American readers. This collabora- tion was significant and characteristic. Thomas Wentworth Higginson, founder in his vigorous old age, with Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, of the Boston Authors' Club, was never too old to fraternize with youth. Hence the fitness of this selection of so comparatively young a man as Professor Channing to pay tribute to his memory in the records of the Massachusetts Historical Society. Nor will it, we hope and believe, be a mere formal eulogy that, in the course of time, is to come from his experienced pen. . . . Book thieves before the Children's Court in Brooklyn have apparently been brought to a sense of their wrong-doing in disregarding the function of the charging desk at the public library. The superintendent of the juvenile department at the Brooklyn Public Library writes, in the current report of that well-administered institution: "A few examples will, it is believed, clear the air in a way to deter children who, rather from the spirit of adventure than from coveting the books for them- selves, form the habit of stealing and of thinking lightly of the wrong. We feel it an obligation upon us as a public institution thus to help train the chil- dren in civic righteousness, even though the actual book loss may not cripple our work." The open- shelf problem might, in the course of a generation, 1911.J 433 THE DIAL lose something of its perplexity if every public library were to adopt some means whereby its juvenile patrons should become well-grounded in civic righteousness before passing into the larger liberties of the adult department. • • • The growth of the Poe memorial fund for tbe erection of a monument to that author in Baltimore has been of a gratifying, even if not a startling, nature during the past twelve months. From a published statement of the Edgar Allan Foe Memorial Association, we learn that various schools, clubs, and dramatic associations, in and around Baltimore, have raised and sent in, since May, 1910, the creditable sum of five hundred and twenty-seven dollars. Possibly some of Poe's admirers outside of Maryland may feel prompted, on reading this note, to contribute toward the commemoration of a too little recognized genius. His recent admission to the Hall of Fame, though tardy, encourages one to hope that, after all, he will in time come into full possession of his own. The treasurer of the Poe Memorial Association is Mr. George C. Morrison, of the Baltimore Trust Co. The Higginson Room in the Cambridge Public Library will be visited with keener inter- est and by more persons at this time than ever before. In that room are gathered letters and manuscripts from the pens of such celebrities as Washington, Emerson, Longfellow, and Lowell, many of them the gift of Colonel Higginson to the library of his native town. The card-catalogue, however, contains a more eloquent testimonial to the deceased author than any room or museum honored with his name. This mute memorial confronts the opener of the "H" drawer, in the thumbed and frayed and soiled condition of the cards bearing the titles of Higginson's writings; and the books themselves are said to be no less thumbed and worn and dog-eared than the cards, with the addition of frequent marginal comments of an emphatically commendatory character. Surely, far more gratifying than to be able to leave foot- prints on the shifting sands of time is it to cause the thumb-prints of others to be left on one's own per- manent additions to the literature of one's country. • * • The resignation of Amherst's librarian, accepted with reluctance by the Amherst trustees, comes as a surprise and causes deep regret to all who have enjoyed, are now enjoying, or hoped to enjoy, the benefit of his ready and invaluable assist- ance in literary research at the important post he has held for twenty-three years. Born at Burling- ton, Vermont, in 1844, Mr. Fletcher served his country in the Civil War before adopting the peace- ful profession of librarianship. He was associated with Dr. William F. Poole in charge of the Boston Athenaeum for five years, an association afterward continued in the indispensable periodical Index known by the elder editor's name. Three librarian- ships in Connecticut towns preceded Mr. Fletcher's call to the important position at Amherst College from which he now retires. His son and assistant, Mr. Robert S. Fletcher, Amherst '97, will be his successor. • • • For light summer reading, or summer light reading, if you prefer, nothing seems to be making such a hit (if one may judge by the persistent advertisements) as the new "Encyclopaedia Britan- nica," printed on that marvellously thin and at the same time opaque and tough India paper, with flexible leather binding and quantities of illustra- tions. The popular magazines are hopelessly out- distanced by these attractive, handy, back-bendable, less-than-one-inch-thick volumes. "The only book I am taking with me on a three months' vacation is the Eleventh Edition of The Encyclopaedia Britannica," is a specimen commendatory letter "from a physician and author" to the publishers. Whether for light summer or heavy winter reading, or for medium-weight spring and fall literature, one could easily make a worse choice than the new "Britannica." ... A new library building for the Gray Herbarium at Harvard is now assured by the gift of twenty-five thousand dollars from an anonymous benefactor. The structure will be fire-proof and otherwise adapted to the proper housing of what is accounted the best collection of botanical literature in the country. Indicative of the prominence of botany among the natural sciences is the size of this collection, — about twenty thousand volumes. Thus are the signs multiplying in the library world, that the warning of the Albany fire has not gone unheeded. What was New York's loss, in the damage done to its State Library, is proving to be others' gain, in a general awakening to the risks involved in the inadequate housing of valuable libraries. THE LIBRARIANS' CONFERENCE AT PASADENA. (Special Correspondence of The Dial.) "Not the biggest but the best," expresses the verdict of the American librarians on the Pasadena meeting of their Association. It was not only in the work accom- plished and the practical benefits gained, but also in the keen enjoyment of the occasion, and in the fine spirit of mutual helpfulness and cordial cooperation that pre- vailed, that the conference was felt to be distinctive and memorable among the thirty-three annual meetings of the Association. Perfect weather continued through- out the conference week, and the charm of Pasadena at its best was felt and appreciated by all. The enter- tainments that were provided for visitors, — including 434 [June 1, THE DIAL agreeable social affairs, automobile rides through orange-groves and neighboring foot-hills, a trip by special train to Riverside, an ocean voyage to Catalina Island, and trolley trips along the ocean beaches, — were new experiences to many and were heartily en- joyed. The attractive and well-equipped "Maryland" hotel, with its cheerful interior and spacious and secluded grounds, made admirable headquarters for the Associ- ation and pleasant homes for many of the members; and the pretty Shakespeare Club-house, a short distance away, afforded an adequate and cheerful auditorium which was usually well filled with eager listeners to addresses and discussions. "Books for all the people" is the key-note to what was probably the most absorbing subject before the Convention, certainly the one of greatest interest to the general public. This comparatively new institution might be described as a sort of library extension ser- vice, whereby library privileges, usually limited to the inhabitants of cities and towns where libraries are situ- ated, are to be extended to the people everywhere, — in the small village, the remote hamlet, the farm, even the mining-camp. It is a sort of "Rural Free De- livery" of books, making them a vital factor in our educational system, and bringing the public library and the public school into closer relations and more useful service. Wherever free schools exist, facilities are to be provided for the free use of the books of the public libraries. The conception is a fine one; and while it has been developing for years, and has been carried into successful execution in some regions, it has received its greatest impetus at this Convention, where results already known and practical means proposed were fully and profitably discussed. The preferred plan for the work seems to be the establishing of a system of free county libraries, a system which has been made the sub- ject of extensive experiment and study in California, where a new and, on the whole, excellent " County Free Library Law " was enacted and went into effect only a few months ago. This act gives boards of county supervisors "power to establish and maintain, within their respective counties, county free libraries," and prescribes the manner in which they shall be sustained and administered. An important feature of the new system is that it brings all the county libraries into correlation with the State library, and makes the re- sources of the latter available to all the people of the State, many of whom are now without library advan- tages of any kind. Next to the topic just considered, the one that seemed to call out the liveliest interest was the rela- tion of the public library to the municipal civil service, and incidentally the necessity of "keeping the public library out of politics " — a matter on which the head librarians feel somewhat keenly, and in which some of them have had some rather trying experiences. An instructive paper on " Municipal Civil Service as affect- ing libraries" was read by Air. J. T. Jennings, of the Seattle Public Library, and was followed by a spirited discussion which left no doubt of the belief of most of the librarians that municipal civil service hampers rather than helps a library. So long as a librarian is made responsible for the management of bis library, he, it was urged, should be allowed to judge of the efficiency aud value of his library staff. Such seemed to be the general consensus of opinion at the meeting, although there were a few dissenting voices. None, however, were heard as to the desirability of keeping library ad- ministration free from the taint of political influences. The proceedings of this meeting give one a vivid conception of the extraordinary range of activities and interests in a librarian's life. The topics covered a wide ground— from such techical matters as the quali- ties of printing papers and the strength of leather fibres used in bindings, to the details of library methods of accounting, problems of library architecture, methods of selecting books for library use, matters of library administration and economy, and the means of pro- moting the library's usefulness to the community and making it more intimately related to the public educational system. The discussion of these and many other matters of practical concern to all library workers, and the free interchange of views and experiences, could hardly fail to be of much benefit to all. These gatherings have become a great national clearing- house for ideas and knowledge coming from the bright- est minds and ripest experience in the library profession. Besides the two leading topics already noted, many important subjects were treated in carefully considered papers and addresses, — among them being the address of President Wyer on "What the Community Owes to the Library"; that on "Library Censorship of Books," by Mr. Willard H. Wright; " Exploitation of the Public Library," by Mr. A. E. bostwick; on "Problems of Book- Selection for Libraries," by the editor of The Dial; on "Children's Rooms in Libraries," by Mr. H. E. Legler; on " Library Extension," by Mr. M. S Dudgeon, Miss Harriet G. Eddy, and others; on "The Desirability of Closer Relations between the Public Library and the Pub- lic Schools," by Mr. A. H. Chamberlain; on "Materials and Methods in Book-binding," by Mr. Cedric Chi vers; and on "The Use and Meaning of Books," by Dr. Benjamin Ide Wheeler and Dr. J. A. B. Scherer. There were also innumerable special sections and meet- ings at which papers were read and discussed, and important business was transacted. The closing day of the meeting (May 24) was given up to what was called a "California programme," with addresses by Governor Johnson, Mr. Lincoln otef- fens, and Mr. George Wharton James. Some of these addresses, it may be said, showed a somewhat tactless misconception of the occasion and its needs. The Gov- ernor of the State, who so recently signed the act pro- viding for county library systems in California, missed his chance of saying some appropriate words on a mat- ter so important and interesting to librarians, and gave tbem instead an energetic but inopportune political harangue; while another speaker is reported to have said, "If you want good government, don't let the women vote " — a singular exhortation to be addressed to an audience composed largely of women, most of them self-supporting workers in libraries, and some of them entrusted with the management of large libraries and numerous employees, some of whom are men who vote. If the Convention had any answer to this rather ill-timed example of infelicitous expression, it had already been given in the election of a woman — Mrs. H. L. Elmendorf—-to the Presidency of the American Library Association. This event, and the development of the " library extension movement " that seems likely to result from the impetus given it at this meeting, would alone be sufficient to make the Pasadena Con- ference a memorable one. Pasadena, Cal., May 25, 1911. 1911.] 435 THE DIAL COMMUNICA TIONS. LOWELL AND THE RUSSIAN MISSION. (To the Editor of The Dial.) When the letters of James Russell Lowell, edited by Charles Eliot Norton, were published in 1894, I was much surprised to note that though letters telling of Mr. Lowell's refusal "to run for Congress" in 1876, and of his appointment by President Hayes to Madrid in 1877, were printed, there were none to show that his political importance had had an earlier recognition, and that in 1874 he had been offered the Russian Mission by President Grant, and had refused it. I wrote Mr. Norton asking the reason for this omission, and stating that I had in my possession a note from Mr. Lowell on the subject. Of this note, and of Mr. Norton's answer to me, I send you photographic copies, so that there may be no mistake in their publication. Elmwood, 24th Nov'r, 1874. Dear Mr. James,— That teas the reason, though I should as soon think of going to Ursa Major as to him of Russia. But the place had just been offered me & I was bound in courtesy to ask a few days for consideration — during which I could call myself an excellency. But my country is not to lose me at present. Very truly yours J. R. Lowell. Shady Hill, Cambridge. 13 April, 1894. My dear Mr. James,— I thank you for your kind letter in regard to the offer of the Russian mission to .Mr. Lowell. I was aware of the fact, but I am glad to add your statement to the other material respecting Mr. Lowell's life already in my hands. I am, Sincerely yours, C. E. Norton. After the receipt of Mr. Norton's note I had no further communication with him. As long as he lived I hoped he would make unnecessary any reference on my part to this matter. I knew that after the publica- tion of the Lowell Letters he denied having had the missing and much-looked-for Spanish letters; but these he afterwards found, as he said, and proposed to have them published in a separate volume. He refused per- mission to an eminent Spanish gentleman for the print- ing of letters from Mr. Lowell to the gentleman's mother, who was a close friend of Mr. Lowell's and one to whom he felt strong obligation. These letters, I am told, may soon be published, and, I hope, the Spanish letters also. George Abbot James. Nahant, Mass., May 20, 1911. ANGLO-AMERICAN COPYRIGHT. (To the Editor of The Dial.) In your department of "Casual Comment," on page 339 of your issue of May 1, you speak of the Anglo- American copyright agreement as if it were an equal benefit to Great Britain and the United States. Authors and others in this country who are interested in the ques- tion of copyright regard the agreement as extremely unjust to British authors, printers, and publishers, who can only obtain copyright by having a book printed and published in the United States, while American authors can obtain copyright here without any such restriction. I, for one among many here, am very sorry that Great Britain ever entered into so inequitable an agreement, and am in favor of its being put an end to. If the United States will not enter into a just arrangement, let us abolish all copyright relations with them, and re- turn to the old days of literary piracy in both countries. American authors have so increased in numbers of late years, and are now so much read here, that they would be sure to cry out, and the result might well be that a just agreement would be entered into between the two countries. Lavin Hill, C. B. Bromley, Kent, England, May 10, 1911. [We have re-read our editorial paragraph re- ferred to, but fail to find therein anything to justify the statement in our correspondent's opening sen- tence. As a matter of fact, The Dial has at all times protested against the vicious manufacturing clause and other restrictions in our copyright laws which give this country its present unenviable posi- tion in the matter of international copyright. Only a short time ago, in commenting on the pending English copyright bill, we said: "The proposed English law would apply to citizens or residents of the kingdom or empire, and to citizens of states in copyright relations with Great Britain. It would be for the Crown to ascertain whether this country, under its statute of 1909, is granting such copy- right protection to British subjects as to entitle it to claim the protection of the proposed law for its own citizens. Not unnaturally or unjustly would our manufacturing requirements and other petty restrictions be considered as barring us from the copyright privileges extended to other nations. Deplorable and humiliating is it that this country, because of its absurd copyright laws, should be the only civilized nation excluded from the benefits to accrue from the deliberations, now in progress, of the Berne Convention in its attempts to harmonize and systematize the copyright requirements of the literary world."—Editor.] "A HUNDRED YEARS TO COME" (To the Editor of The Dial.) I do not know that it adds anything to your rescue of the poem, "A Hundred Years to Come," for its true author; but I have in hand proof that it appeared in the "Sabbath School Bell," compiled by Horace Waters, set to music by J. R. Osgood. This song- book was printed in Cleveland, Ohio, at 191 Superior St., by O. H. Ingham and Bragg, — and "entered" 1859 in the Southern District of New York. The poem is here attributed to "W. C. Bi-own." The "C." is doubtless an error of print. S. T. Kidder. McGregor, Iowa, May 20, 1911. 436 [June 1, THE DIAL % gefar iooks. The New Stevexson Letters.* The position of Stevenson the writer has been determined by the public, if not by the critics. His work has been properly assigned to its place among the lesser classics. The posi- tion of Stevenson the man is more ambiguous. As Henley feared, his rich and glowing per- sonality has been sunk (by the public) in the Moral Optimist. Everywhere one finds broad- sides, calendars, and post-cards bearing quota- tions from his smiling philosophy, as Hood called it before Stevenson was born, and the selection is nine times out of ten from his more platitudinous and less characteristic utterances. The " canary bird," as he called himself when in this humor, pipes in a thousand American homes. The advertisement of the business boomer is clinched by a Stevenson quotation; and it is impossible to be comfortably depressed in most houses because of the Vailima placards on the walls. No wonder that Henley com- plained that they were trying to make a saint of his "Lewis." Nevertheless, there is a kind of false truth and a working through error to appreciation in this moral cult of R.L.S. His best books are perfect; yet for each in its kind there is a greater. "Treasure Island " is not" The Three Musketeers." The essays may be better than Benson, yet they are not so good as Lamb. The travels will not bear the touchstone of " A Sentimental Journey." But his personality was unique. Our snappers-up of moral sentiments seem to be feeling for this personality, even if they feel but a part of it. Perhaps they are on the trail of what will be his greatest fame. Here lies the value of the letters. In one conclusion all intimates of Stevenson agree: his talk was incomparable. "That far-glancing, variously colored, intensely romantic and fla- grantly humorous expression of life—the talk of R.L.S.," says Henley, who knew. And again, "As he was primarily a talker, his printed works, like those of others after his kind, are but a sop for posterity." But talk, as Stevenson says in his e3say on "Talk and Talkers," is preeminently an expression of personality. In his talk, his personality, so all agree, sprang to light, revelled, was greater and more various * The Lettebs of Robert Louis Stevenson. Edited by Sidney Colvin. A new edition, rearranged in four vol- umes, with one hundred and fifty new letters. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons. than itself. And it is in his letters only that his talk survives. They are faint and pale, no doubt, when compared with the living voice; but, though Henley, who knew the man. may sneer at them, and at us, they are more than a sop for posterity. In them, indeed, Stevenson is revealed with astonishing lucidity. A dis- cerning reader will see him fingering his exquis- itely sensitive spirit like a cello; will recognize that intense self-consciousness which his critics called vanity, and thanks to it will find full and vivid records of the impressions made upon a remarkable mind by a multi-colored life. He will discover both Stevenson's Stevenson, and the real Stevenson. The Moral Optimist will be absorbed in a broader and richer personality, and the R.L.S. of contemporary estimate will give place to a figure of inexhaustible charm. All of this is true of the old collections of Stevenson letters; but it is much truer of the new edition now published, wherein the two groups of letters hitherto published separately are brought together into one group chronolo- gically arranged, with one hundred and fifty entirely new letters distributed through the four volumes. The new letters are for the most part early ones. There are delightful draughts from the correspondence with Mrs. Sitwell (now Mrs. Colvin), in which the boy pours out his fresh impressions before her. He tries desperately to get the right words for the flight of Mediterranean gulls; he rhapsodizes upon an imagination of his own death; he fails in his attempts to express himself and is hurt by the bad style; he offends a servant and describes the complicated moods which hinder his apology; he opens up his heart to her: "However, thank God it is life I want, and nothing posthumous, and for two good emo- tions I would sacrifice a thousand years of fame." He eases himself of the misery which came from unhappy religious differences with his father: "I lay in bed this morning awake, for I was tired and cold and in no hurry to rise, and heard my father go out for the papers; and then I lay and wished,—O if he would only whistle when he comes in again! But of course he did not. I have stopped that pipe." One gets a better idea than ever before of Stevenson's artistic growth from these letters to Mrs. Sitwell; they emphasize the deep sensi- bility, and the infinite search for expressiveness, which together made him famous. There are new views into the moral core of the man; best of all, perhaps, in the letters upon purity to Trevor Haddon. There are the 1911.] 437 THE DIAL critic's obiter dicta: "Beware of realism; it is the devil; 'tis one of the means of art, and now they make it the end!" "Bow your head over technique. Think of technique when you rise and when you go to bed. Forget purposes in the meanwhile. . . . Then when you have any- thing to say, the language will be apt and copi- ous." Best of all are more personal glimpses of the boy and the man. He is in Menton, in 1874: "We have all been getting photo- graphed. . . . Madame Zassetsky arranged me for mine, and then said to the photographer: 'C'est mon fils. II vient d'avoir dix-neuf ans. B est tout fier de sa moustache. Tachez de la faire paraitre,' and then bolted. . . . The artist was quite serious, and explained that he would try to 'faire ressortir ce que veut Madame la Princesse' to the best of his ability; he bowed very much to me, after this, in quality of Prince, you see. I bowed in return and handled the flap of my cloak after the most princely fashion I could command." At Chester, in 1874, the verger shows them the cathedral: "'Ah,' says he, 'You're very fond of music' I said I was. 'Yes, I could tell that by your head,' he answered. 'There's a deal in that head.' ... I said it might be so, but I found it hard, at least, to get it out. Then my father cut in brutally, said anyway I had no ear, and left the verger so distressed and shaken in the foundations of his creed that, I hear, he got my father aside afterwards and said he was sure there was something in my face, and wanted to know what it was, if not music." He writes to Colvin, introducing his cousin: "You know me now. Well, Bob is just such another mutton, only somewhat farther wan- dered." When he is in a hot corner he takes to an exciting story for solace: "I stick my head into a story-book, as the ostrich with her bush; let fate and fortune meantime belabor my posteriors at their will." From Honolulu in 1889 he acknowledges his debts: "Is it possi- ble I have wounded you in some way? ... If so, don't write, and you can pitch into me when we meet. I am, admittedly, as mild as London Stout now; and the Old Man Virulent much a creature of the past. My dear Colvin, I owe you and Fleeming Jenkin, the two older men who took the trouble, and knew how to make a friend of me, everything that I have or am: if I have behaved ill, just hold on and give me a chance, you shall have the slanging of me and I bet I shall prefer it to this silence." There are not many new epistles in the cor- respondence written from the South Seas in the last years of his life, and these few, like the familiar Vailima letters which they supplement, are not of Stevenson's best. A letter from Mrs. Stevenson, now for the first time printed suggests a reason for this. Louis had taken it "into his Scotch Stevenson head " to be prac- tical, to get the facts about the islanders. He refused to be personal and impressionistic. The result is that his books upon South Sea life are but doubtful successes, and his wife's description of his friend, Ori, the bronze chief- tain with the wreath of golden yellow leaves, is more vivid than anything of Stevenson's own, and makes one weep to think of the letters which he might have written and did not. But if the last of these letters are disappoint- ing, both in old materials and in new, we will not complain. R. L. S. did not materially change; abundant glimpses show that he did not. He saved his imagination for his fiction, and wrote of his actions to his friends. Nevertheless, even in this latter, fact-crammed correspondence, the impression of his personality is remarkably com- plete. Indeed, after reading through this new edition, one is ready to answer the conventional statement, "Letter-writing is a lost art," with an emphatic," Nonsense, it is only a changed one!" The formal letter, easy yet perfect, construct- ed like an essay, delivered like a set speech, is seemingly extinct. It was a beautiful thing as Walpole and Cowper wrote it, but it has gone its way along with true Georgian architecture, the formal garden, and the periodical essay. These Stevenson letters are of a different breed. They vividly strike off the flux and reflux of the writer's thoughts. They record his moods. The style changes as he changes. "Poor Fer- rier, it bust me horrid," he writes as the death of his friend jumps into his mind in the midst of the business of his correspondence. Whole letters in his earlier years are nothing but attempts to put his sensations into words. They are impressionistic of talk; they are a kind of impressionism, and in this way typical perhaps of the best letters of this age. This, indeed, is what makes them so charming and so notable, for it is by means of successful impressionism that Stevenson's personality is alive for us in these pages. To me it is the most interesting personality of the period; to many it will be the one best worth knowing; certainly, thanks to this collection, it is the one best expressed. Thanks to it also, we, too, like his friends, may come to feel that R. L. S. is more wonderful than his books. Henry Seidel Canby. 438 [June 1, THE DIAL Nature's Open Shop.* People as far gone in commercialism as we are can scarcely escape thinking in connection with nature at this time of year the thought expressed by the phrase "open shop." It is the greatest of Spring enterprises which is being undertaken in fields and woods, — that of preparing beauty and refreshment enough for masses of humanity the world over during all the out-door time of year; and the unrestricted and whole-hearted openness with which that work is being done cannot escape the most casual on-looker. Everyone and everything that can help is allowed to enter freely into the work. The blossoming trees and shrubs take charge of the displays, the leaves unroll their fabrics from every conceivable daintiness of packing, the grass and wood-flowers spread the rarest of carpets, and the clouds send down their showers to cleanse and fructify. In the chorus which inspires the laborers and lightens their task the thrush is choir-master, and all the other birds lend their voices, with no thought of boycotting the frogs if they should chance to join in. There is no over-work in this great cooperative enterprise, and no time-keeper but the sun; no bells ring except those of the blue- bells, and no whistles sound except those of the cardinal and the oriole; no badges are re- quired and no wages expected, but each worker is the happier the more co-workers he has. You yourself may join the brotherhood for the mere choosing, even if you can do nothing but appreciate the work of the others. But "Hate, the shadow of a grain, You are lost in Westermain." Though we must each take the work and the pleasure of this resurrection of the earth's beauty in our own way, and get much or little from it as we can, few of us hesitate to listen to those who have had more experience than we. Nature books bore some people, but prob- ably the stupidest of such books never altogether bored a real nature-lover. Certainly the most easily bored of readers can have nothing to fear in the few volumes that come to the nature- * Music of the Wild. By Gene Stratton-Porter. With reproductions of the performers, their instruments and festival halls. New York: Doubleday, Page & Co. Neiohbors Unknown. By Charles G. D. Roberts. Illustrated. New York: The Macmillan Co. East and West. Comparative Studies of Nature in Eastern and Western States. By Stanton Davis Kirkham. Illustrated. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons. The Face of the Fields. By Dallas Lore Sharp. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Co. lover's shelf this Spring, each of them from an expert, and each in a field of its own. The same intense love of out-door beauty which makes us all remember Mrs. Gene Stratton- Porter's best-known story," Freckles," is shown in her new book, " Music of the Wild," a large volume with an ampler range of subject than the title would suggest. To the author's open mind the "music" of owl and hawk and bat belong to the " Chorus of the Forest" as well as that of chewink or grosbeak, and her delicate ear catches also the fairy sayings of moth and flower. Her judgment is not warped, because she knows which song is sweetest; but she insists that each angel have his due whether he be black or white. So crow and cricket, hop-toad and katy-did, have their meed of praise. The book is sumptuously illustrated, and those of us who are still children enough to like good pictures will take pleasure in the photographs, " taken at home," of nestlings in all stages of gawkiness, and grown-ups — both bird and plant — in all phases of beautiful maturity. The place of animals in nature's free house of growth has always been eloquently championed by Mr. Charles Gr. D. Roberts, and he now adds to his list of books about animals a collection of new stories, under the title " Neighbors Un- known." All of these neighbors — the black bear, the caribou, the killer-whale, the lynx — are known to us in appearance and outward characteristics, but not in the intimacy of life and death with which Mr. Roberts knows them. The truth that strikes him most forcibly is that the hunter becomes the hunted. The small dragon-fly is caught by the large, the large is swallowed by the heron, and the heron falls a prey to the mink; the puffin catches the fish, but the skua catches the puffin. Man stands at the apex of this pyramid of destruction, felling the grizzly which has captured a seal, and the whale which has left a bloody path in the sea. But man is not always victor, for a moment's drowsiness in his night-watch makes him a victim to the wolf-pack; nor are the stories all tragedies, for the crazy loon has wit enough to escape from the hand of the fowler, and the mother panther gets her cubs back from his thievery and escapes unhurt. Most of the stories are too cruel for children, but "How a Cat Played Robinson Crusoe " and the " Tunnel Runners "—the story of a marsh-mouse — are excellent for young readers. The drawings by Mr. Paul Bransom are full of life, and characterize faithfully the animals portrayed. In "East and West," Mr. Stanton Davis 1911.] 439 THE DIAL Kirkham has covered the extremes of the United States, which he calls " the most beautiful play- ground in the world," and some of the middle region. From Cape Cod, "where the ghost of the ice still haunts the lonely Dogtown Com- mons, and the imaginative mind will not fail to conjure up the ancient glacier," he passes through the wilderness of the northern woods, paddles down the Adirondack lakes, and stops to live a time among the trees of the Catskills, whose companionableness no one knows " until he has lived among them and heard them day after day sighing in the rain, whispering in the breeze, and singing in the wind, until he ac- customs himself to look through their dim isles and out of their oriel windows." From the "pre- eminently pastoral "cultivation of western New York he crosses to Southern California, where "like a garment the chaparral covers the tree- less spurs and peaks of the Santa Inez, — tall and luxuriant and almost impenetrable without a machete or axe." There are excellent des- criptions of the Cactus Belt, the Desert, and Arizona Gardens, and a unique chapter on "Good Families" — the heath which includes the blueberry of New England pastures and the manzanita of the Sierras, the mints which are represented in the "VV est by the sages, the coni- fers, the violets, the lilies, and many other fami- lies of blood and breeding which spread their branches across our broad land. Although Mr. Kirkham says he "greatly prefers to confine himself to the familiar aspects of the woods, the familiar and well-beloved birds and flowers," and "does not expect to say anything new," he has often an original way of presenting his material, and his observation is full and trust- worthy. There are attractive illustrations from photographs. Of Mr. Dallas Lore Sharp's " The Face of the Fields " it is not necessary to say more than that it is made up of essays which we have already enjoyed in the "Atlantic " and appro- priated with gratitude to the writer for the enlargement of our daily thinking. No one who read them in the magazine has forgotten "Turtle Eggs for Agassiz," "The Scarcity of Skunks," the "Commuter's Thanksgiving," or "The Clam Farm." To enrich the joyful humor of these bits of real life is the literary acumen of the essay on Mr. John Burroughs, and the quiet, cheerful philosophy of " The Face of the Fields" and "The Edge of Night." Every nature-lover will rejoice to have these possessions bound together in a book. May Estelle Cook. Travels in Two Hemispheres.* From Greenland's icy mountains to India's coral strand the reader of this season's travel books may journey in imagination, unnipped by arctic frosts, unscorched by tropic heats. Several obvious causes contribute to the increasing number and variety and excellence of latter-day journals of sight-seeing and health-hunting. Railway facilities are 'yearly ex- tending into more and more remote quarters of the globe; automobiles and the roads that they need and promote are likewise multiplying; the call of the wild, the love of the simple life of mounain or seashore, are elements to be reckoned with as never before; and the wealth and leisure required for extensive travel exist in greater abundance than at any preceding period in the world's history. Beginning our wanderings with the far North, we find in Mr. George Borup's lively narrative, "A Tenderfoot with Peary," more rollicking fun and youthful high spirits, together with a most admirable pluck and stout-heartedness, than in any previous book of polar exploration it has been our fortune to read. Those who have read Commander Peary's account of his memorable achievement will recall the words of praise bestowed upon the youngest of his assistants. "This young Yale athlete," writes the leader of the enterprise, "was a valuable member of the expedition. His whole heart was in his work, and he had hustled his heavy sledge along and driven his dogs with almost the * A Tenderfoot with Peabt. By George Bornp. With a Preface by Rear-Admiral G. W. Melville. Illus- trations and map. New York: Frederick A. Stokes Co. Amttbath to Amubath. By Gertrude Lowthian Bell Illustrations and map. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co. The Call of the Snowy Hispar. A Narrative of Exploration and Mountaineering on the Northern Frontier of India. By William Hunter Workman, M.A., M.D., and Fanny Bullock Workman. With an Appendix by Count Dr. Cesare Calciati and Dr. Mathias Koncza. Illustrations and maps. New York: Imported by Charles Scribner's Sons. Across South America. An Account of a Journey from Buenos Aires to Lima, by Way of Potosi. With notes on Brazil, Argentina, Bolivia, Chile, and Peru. By Hiram Bingham. Illustrations and maps. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Co. Impressions of Mexico. With brush and pen. By Mary Barton. Twenty illustrations in color. New York: The Macmillan Co. A Paradise in Portuoal. By Mark Sale. New York: The Baker & Taylor Co. Three Weeks in the British Isles. By John U. Higinbotham. Illustrated. Chicago: The Reilly & Brit- ton Co. Seeing Europe by Automobile. A five-thousand-mile Motor Trip through France, Switzerland, Germany, and Italy; with an Excursion into Andorra, Corfu, Dal mat ia, and Montenegro. By Lee Meriwether. Ulustrations and map. New York: The Baker and Taylor Co. A Saga of the "Sunbeam." By Horace G. Hutchinson. Illustrated. New York: Longmans, Green, & Co. Finland To-day. By George Renwick, F.R.GJS. Illus- trations and map. New York: Imported by Charles Scribner's Sons. 440 [June 1, THE DIAL skill of an Eskimo, in a way that commanded the admiration of the whole party and would have made his father's eyes glisten could he have seen." Eighty-five degrees and twenty-three minutes was the young man's farthest north, though he longed to push on with the Commander and plant the Yale colors at the tip-top of the earth. But that was not in the plan, and he reluctantly turned back. We gather, not from his own words, that his sledging record, toward the Pole and on lateral exploring trips, greatly exceeded that of any other member of the party, and he also proved himself a mighty hunter. Let us quote a few lines at random to illustrate his breezy and not too severely classic style, and also to show the spirit in which he took the inevitable mishaps and hardships of the great adventure. "Slightly to the westward the lead closed. Seegloo manned a pick and went ahead to pick the trail while I took his team and promptly proceeded to drop down a ledge with the sledge, turning a somersault and landing on the inevitable ice spear. It knocked the wind out of me very neatly, and incidentally, I thought, broke a rib. While lying on the ice making night radiant in an attempt to get my breathing gear in working order I was greatly amused by the huskies gathering around with prophecies of my early death and assurances that the devils were right on their job. But what made me sorer still was inability to express my opinion of them, my speaking feature not working." Miss Gertrude Lowthian Bell's "Amurath to Amurath" is a variously learned and descriptive account of a leisurely caravan journey down the Euphrates and up the Tigris, pursued with eyes open to everything of historic or prehistoric inter- est, and with an exceeding fondness for the careful study of antiquities, ruins, architectural features, and in fact of all things and persons oriental, ancient or modern. It is a good-sized volume, and copiously illustrated, that conducts the reader from Aleppo to Babylon, and thence northwestward by way of Baghdad, Mosul, and Diyarbekr, to Eonia in Asia Minor — some thirteen or fourteen hundred miles in all. A dedicatory letter to Lord Cromer opens the book, and a good map of the regions traversed brings it to a close. A typical passage, showing what sort of objects and what kind of prob- lems most interested the writer is the following: "The scheme of the Assyrian temple has now been established by examples ranging over a period of four hun- dred years, and it is conclusively proved that it differed in a remarkable degree from the Babylonian temple plan, and was related to the plan adopted by Solomon. In Babylonia the chambers are all laid broadways in respect of the entrance; that is to say, the door is placed in the centre of one of the long sides, so that he who enters has only a nar- row area in front of him, and must look to right and left if he would appreciate the size of the hall. At Jerusalem and in Assyria the main sanctuary ran lengthways, an immense artistic advance, inasmuch as the broadways-lying hall was at best a clumsy contrivance which could never have given the sense of space and dignity conveyed by the other. To the genius of what builders are we to attribute this masterly comprehension of spatial effect?" Those intrepid mountaineers, Dr. and Mrs. Wil- liam Hunter Workman, known for their explora- tions among the higher Himalayas, had thought to end their labors in those regions with their Nun Kun expedition of five years ago. But, as they express it, "we had breathed the atmosphere of that great mountain-world, had drunk of the swirling waters of its glaciers, and feasted our eyes on the incomparable beauty and majesty of its towering peaks, and, as time passed on, its charms asserted their power anew and called to us with irresistible, siren strains to return yet once again to those regions, the grandeur of which satisfies so fully the sense of the beautiful and sublime." Accordingly the month of May, 1908, saw them again setting forth to scale the dizzy heights; and in "The Call of the Snowy Hispar" we have, in unusually hand- some form, the record of their latest achievements in Himalaya-climbing. Nineteen years ago, as we learn at the outset, "Sir Martin Conway made a rapid ascent of the Hispar glacier, and sketched the salient points of its main stream with the plane table, but did not visit its branches." A careful examination of both the main glacier and its tribu- taries, with the ascent of neighboring peaks and a detailed survey of the whole basin, was the end pro- posed by Dr. and Mrs. Workman ; and the measure of their success is now set forth, with many strik- ing illustrations from their camera. Some related matters of interest to readers of the book are ap- pended, contributed by Dr. Cesare Calciati and Dr. Mathias Koncza. A map of Kashmir follows, showing the various routes followed by the authors in their explorations of 1898, 1899, 1902, 1903, 1906, and 1908; and this in turn is succeeded by a chart of the Hispar glacier and its tributaries. Professor Hiram Bingham, of Yale University, delegate to the first Pan-American Scientific Con- gress at Santiago, Chile, in December and January, 1908-09, improved the occasion of his South American trip to travel and observe more exten- sively than the purpose of his visit strictly required. "Across South America" gives in very readable form a description of his journey from Buenos Aires to Potosi and thence to Lima, with occasional notes on Brazil, Argentina, Bolivia, Chile, and Peru. Objects and scenes of unusual interest abound, and few readers can fail to envy the author and at the same time to thank him for sharing with the public so many of his memorable experiences. Toward the end of his book, whose many and excellent views from photographs form one of its most attractive features, Mr. Bingham significantly re- marks: "When we look at South Americans at close range we may dislike some of their manners and customs, but not any more so than European critics disliked ours half a century ago. And not any more so, be it remembered, than the South Americans dislike ours at the present day." From South America to Mexico is no long stride, on a map of the world, nor is the atmosphere of our southern neighbor very different from that breathed by Professor Bingham in Argentina and Chile. Latin-Americans, as we call them, inhabit all those regions, and it is of Latin America that 1911. j 441 THE DIAL Miss Maty Barton, an Englishwoman, writes in her "Impressions of Mexico," an inviting book glow- ingly illustrated in polychromatic hues by the accomplished writer herself. That her pictures from that land of tropical delights should be in the vividest of colors does not astonish us, though some of her purples and blues do seem to surpass any- thing that nature herself could achieve. But it may be that nature shares the people's passion for startling effects of this sort. Apropos of this gen- eral subject, we read in Miss Barton's book: "I regret to say there is a horrible bluish-pink of a most unpleasant brilliancy which is distinctly a favourite for skirts, but as a rule the petticoats are sober in tone or light and colourless. Too often they are long and trail, regardless of what they trail through or what dust they kick up; for there is dust everywhere, thick, thick dust on all the country roads, through all the village streets, and even in the woods where vegetation has not conquered it." Under the pseudonym Mark Sale," a quietly- observant, level-headed woman, with a wholesome sense of the things that really count, has written a little book, "A Paradise in Portugal," that will please every lover of good literature. A "philo- sopher," as he is called in the book, and his wife, the writer herself, found themselves one day reduced to something like poverty, as far as mere money was concerned, but rich in the real things of life, in ideals and cultivated tastes, and love of the beautiful, and in the gifts of mind and heart, with a combined store of talents that ensured them against starvation; and taking these intangible but very actual possessions with them, they sought out a beautiful retreat in Portugal where they lived well and enjoyed themselves on ten shillings a week. Surely a happier discovery of the "one way out" has never been made—and that in spite of the fact that the "philosopher" had inherited "a measure of 'unhealth' and insomnia" besides acquiring poverty in later life. But, says the author cheerfully, — "We were content in each other's society; our daily needs were of the simplest; and for occupation, The Philosopher painted, while I wrote humble little stories. So it came about that we tramped this grand old world, viewing its wonders, and sunning ourselves under its brightest, bluest skies, with a yearly income upon which most people would have been stagnating in genteel poverty in some dull suburb or lifeless village of the dear, but grey, homeland." A sort of Baedeker with a generous infusion of human interest is what one might call Mr. John U. Higinbotham's handy volume wherein he has told how to see, in twenty-one days, the most notable sights of the British Isles. "Three Weeks in the. British Isles" is the book's sufficient title, and it forms a companion to the same writer's "Three Weeks in Holland and Belgium"; and there will be other later, we infer. The pictures from the author's own camera are many and good, and every chapter abounds in facts and incidents likely either to amuse or to instruct, or to do both. "It is the fashion to smile," observes the author in his preface, "at the idea of seeing anything in a for- eign country in a shorter time than three months. This has constructed a barrier across the road to broader culture and accomplishment of many a person. As a matter of fact, more can be seen abroad in three weeks than can be seen at home in an entire summer. Distances are shorter between noteworthy objects. The unusual grips the attention at every turn." The hurried vacation traveller could do much worse than to put Mr. Higinbotham's com- pact little volume into his satchel before starting for England. On the twenty-fifth anniversity of his "Tramp Trip," described in a book that enthralled many a now sedate senior in his vigorous and adventurous youth, Mr. Lee Meriwether was moved to make the experiment of an automobile journey over the same enchanted ground, and he has related the incidents of this second and more pretentious enter- prise in "Seeing Europe by Automobile." It was a five-thousand-mile jaunt, through France, Switzer- land, Germany, and Italy, with an excursion into Andorra, Corfu, Dalmatia, and Montenegro, and it cost considerably more that fifty cents a day, which was the average outlay on the previous journey. Details of expense, routes, distances, etc., are given for the benefit of prospective tourists, and the whole story is told with the same secure and satisying grip on the realities of foreign travel that marks the author's earlier books of the same class. The author's wife doubles the joys and halves the annoyances of this second European excursion. Their petroleum-propelled vehicle was aptly named the "Get-There." Illustrations from photographs abound, and a map shows the route followed. Again the " Sunbeam," made famous by the pen of the late Lady Brassey, appears in literature, this time introduced by one of her latest passengers, Mr. Horace G. Hutchinson, who, in "A Saga of the 'Sunbeam,'" tells all about the gallant yacht's re- cent trans-Atlantic voyage from Dover to Montreal and return. A pause at Reykjavik, in Iceland, on the westward trip pleasantly diversified the pro- gramme, and Tadousac and the Saguenay offered much of unusual interest for the voyagers after their arrival in Canadian waters. A half-dozen congenial souls, including Lord Brassey, formed the party. Now sailing, now steaming the little vessel covered more than seven thousand miles. "And this is the boat, be it noted," concludes the chronicle, "that was built in 1874, that has been constantly in commission ever since, that has been seen in ports of every country on the globe, and that lias never feared the biggest seas. Perhaps as fine a parting word as can be said for both of them is that she is worthy of her admiral and owner, and for him that he is worthy of the little ship that he still loves to sail in every sea." A portrait of Lord Brassey faces the title-page, and other illustrations and a map are supplied. Two motives have actuated Mr. George Renwick in writing his book entitled "Finland To-day." First, he has sought to furnish a full and faithful 442 [June 1, THE DIAL description of that scenically beautiful country, "the land of a thousand lakes," so that the intend- ing visitor may intelligently map his route before- hand; and, secondly, he has "tried to do what has not been done in English before — to present not only a descriptive account of the land, but to cover the entire ground of the brave little nation's activ- ities. In literature, music, painting, architecture, in politics and social progress, Finland has done great things and will do still greater." In its scope and in its execution Mr. Renwick's well-written and well-illustrated book is the best descriptive work on Finland that has yet been published in English. Percy F. Bicknelx. Recent Fiction.* To arouse the self-satisfied from their complac- ency, to pierce the armor of the optimist, to stir the sluggish springs of sympathy, and to de-senti- mentalize life by painting its grim realities, seem to have been the essential aims of Mr. John Gals- worthy in the remarkable series of novels, plays, and sketches which he has given us during the past few years, and which have made him among living English writers one of those most to be reckoned with. Sharp observation and unsparing analysis have been his instruments, while his message has been driven home by the agencies of caustic satire and a style at once refined and severe. He has scorned all cheap emotional devices, and has kept his own personality aloof from his presentation of life, thereby gaining the power which such restraint alone can confer. He will lay bare to us in the most matter-of-fact way the most intolerable condi- tions and the most subtle hypocrisies, making us feel, without a hint of special pleading, that the responsibility is with us, and that it is for us to do something. Few writers have his skill to set the conscience vibrating, and to strip the verities of existence from their trappings. Sometimes his thought, so pitiful at heart, seems almost pitiless in expression, so careful is he to exclude sentiment from what he has to say. And sometimes he seems to draw in outlines unduly harsh the figures that * The Patrician. By John Galsworthy. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons. Brother Copas. By Arthur Qniller-Conch. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons. Panther's Cub. By Agnes and Egerton Castle. New York: Doubleday, Page & Co. The Golden Silence. By C. N. and A. M. Williamson. New York: Doubleday, Page & Co. The Leoaot. A Story of a Woman. By Mary S. Watts. New York: The MacmiUan Co. The Imprudence of Prue. By Sophie Fisher. Indian- apolis: The Bobbs-Merrill Co. Klaus Hinricr Baas. The Story of a Self-made Man. By Gustav Frenssen. Translated from the German by Esther Everett Lape and Elizabeth Fisher Read. New York: The MacmiUan Co. Leila. By Antonio Fogazzaro. Translated by Mary Prichard Agnetti. New York: The George II. Doran Co. incur his condemnation. We think that "The Patrician," which is the fifth of his novels of English society, shows the mellowing which is what Mr. Galsworthy has hitherto most needed, and is in consequence the best of them all. The indignation glowing beneath his mask of restraint is no less hot than before, but he has learned to make more allow- ances, and better to understand how character is warped by influences beyond its control. We doubt if he could have written five years ago as sympa- thetically of the British aristocracy as he now writes in the character of Courtier, who is more distinctly than any other figure in "The Patrician" to be taken as the author's spokesman. "He felt a very genuine pity for these people who seemed to lead an existence as it were smothered under their own social importance. It was not their fault. He recognized that they did their best. They were good specimens of their kind; neither soft nor luxurious, as things went in a degenerate and ex- travagant age; they evidently tried to be simple— and this seemed to him to heighten the pathos of their situation. Fate had been too much for them. What human spirit could emerge untrammelled from that great encompassing host of material ad- vantage?" This is the tragedy of the novel—for it is a tragedy—that the noblest spirits, nurtured in such an environment and weighted with such a burden of social tradition, cannot escape its deaden- ing consequences. It looks for a time as if they might, both the man and the woman with whom the interest is chiefly concerned, but heredity and social pressure prove too much for them, and their efforts to become free individuals slacken and die as their destinies are worked out The tragedy is most poignant in the case of the young woman, who contracts a loveless marriage in her own class, when she might have had a true companion of her spirit. In the case of her brother, the "patrician" of the title, our sympathies are not quite so clear, for what seems to him the only path to happiness is by way of an illicit love, and his act of renuncia- tion raises him to a higher moral plane. He is a rising statesman, and his problem is not unlike that of the statesman in "The New Machiavelli," but instead of weakly yielding and counting the world well lost, he conquers his own passion, and devotes his life to the public. We could wish that Mr. Galsworthy had not complicated the issue with this illicit element, and had given us a situation in which the lines were clearly drawn between the claims of legitimate love, on the one hand, and the claims of caste, on the other. This would have offered a real problem, with a fair balance between the clashing interests, such as we actually have in the case of the sister and her stifled romance. To get away from personal considerations, it is refresh- ing to find that the author, who would probably consent to being classified with the democrats, is so far unbiassed by the catchwords of that cult that he can do justice to the aristocratic position, for if we take the term "aristocracy" in its root-sense it 1911.] 443 THE DIAL stands for a principle which a far-seeing democracy must recognize, and which is, we believe, in only apparent opposition to the true democratic doctrine. "See the figure of that policeman! Running through all the good behaviour of this crowd, however safe and free it looks, there is, there always must be, a central force holding it together. Where does that central force come from? From the crowd itself, you say. I answer: No. Look back at the origin of human States. From the begin- nings of things, the best man has been the unconscious medium of authority, of the controlling principle, of the divine force; he felt that power within him — physical, at first — he used it to take the lead, he has held the lead ever since, he must always hold it. All your processes of election, your so-called democratic apparatus, are only a blind to the enquiring, a sop to the hungry, a salve to the pride of the rebellions. They are merely surface machinery, they can- not prevent the best man from coming to the top; for the best man stands nearest to the Deity, and is the first to receive the waves that come from him." These words are given to Mr. Galsworthy's " patri- cian," and the author will probably admit that they contain a world of truth. Returning to the more technical matters of literary art, we must find space for a word of praise for the extraordinary skill in characterization displayed throughout this novel, for the deft manner in which even trifling incidents are given significance relative to the main action, and for the compact and pregnant style, never strained beyond the limits of good taste, and equal to every demand made upon it. The novel is in so many ways remarkable that a review many times as long as ours would be required to do it adequate justice. Just a group of people in an ancient English town—most of them connected as officials or pen- sioners with two charitable foundations for decayed gentlemen—and Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch has all that he needs to steal away our cares, and transport 'us to the artist's realm of delight. He tells no story worth mentioning, and does not need to, for the psychology of these old gentlemen offers a more than satisfactory substitute for any narrative. Chief of them in charm of personality is the Brother Copas whose name gives a title to the book. He is a big- hearted man, quaintly humorous and ironic, a scholar of parts, and an assiduous angler. He it is who composes quarrels among the brethren, leads in their protest against too much ritualism, befriends the child who is transplanted from overseas to live among them, and ferrets out the malicious traducer of the child's good name. He it is also who supplies most of the scholarship needed for the pageant in which the story culminates, and in which the glories of the ancient town are made into spectacular object- lessons. The author once more puts his rich and delightful antiquarianism at his readers' service, embroidering the tale with many a quaint bit of old- time lore. "We are particularly indebted to him for the translation which Brother Copas is assumed to make of the "Pervigilium Veneris," which is as happy a reproduction of that classic of the deca- dence as we have ever seen. The child Corona we shall not attempt to describe, beyond saying that she is a real child, and that he misses much who fails to make her acquaintance. And it must not be for- gotten that it is the child's unconscious influence that sweetens the lives of the rather quarrelsome pension- ers, brings out their better natures, and unites them in the common bond of interest in her welfare. We always expect entertainment from a novel by Mr. and Mrs. Castle, and the expectation is amply fulfilled in the case of "Panther's Cub," a story of cosmopolitan life and romantic interest. The "panther" is an operatic actor of dubious ante- cedents and violent temper, who is in training for "Salome," and is richly endowed with the physical and emotional characteristics needed for the representation of that spectacular creature. Her contortions and her screams of frenzied rage are perhaps a little overdone, but they make her a very vivid and startling creature. The " Cub " is her daughter, kept in a pensionnat until her dibut is long past due, treated as a child when she is finally brought to her mother's side, and really a child in her innocence of the world. One Lord Desmond, a Byronic diplomat, is marked for her prey by the panther, who is so confident of her own seductive charms that she never imagines, until we reach the enlightening climax, that it is the daughter he loves, and that the mother inspires him only with loathing. When the discovery is made, she tears numerous passions to tatters, writhes on the furniture, and screams herself into nervous exhaustion. Mean- while the girl has eloped with Lord Desmond, who is so overwhelmed by the revelation of her virginal innocence that he abandons his wicked designs, and contracts with her a hurried but perfectly good marriage at Dover. These are the leading figures and chief happenings of the story, but we must not forget the astute Jewish impresario, whose discovery the panther is, and who needs all his suavity and tact to keep her within bounds. He even offers to marry the cub, to clear the mother's field of her one dangerous rival. These are all striking character- izations, but there is possibly a finer art displayed in the portrayal of the members of Lord Desmond's family, who are horror-stricken at the thought of his contemplated misalliance, and do their best to avert the calamity. Sir Joseph Smith in particular, smug and pompous, a connection by marriage, is a source of much satisfaction whenever he makes an appearance. Finally, there is the mysterious German musician Fritz, repetitor for the mother and pro- tector of the child, who comes in at the end as the dens ex machind, and turns out to be at once hus- band and father. The book will thus be seen to have a great variety of interest combined with strong theatrical effect; its atmosphere is in the main successfully romantic, although there are delicious touches of realism. The sentiment gets a little cloying toward the end, and Lord Desmond in his new character of reformed rake is not exactly con- vincing, but much may be forgiven of a book that is the product of such fertility of imagination and such buoyancy of spirit. After the Castles, the Williamsons. The guide- book fiction with which Mr. and Mrs. Williamson 444 [June 1, THE DIAL, have so liberally provided us of late years receives an accession in "The Golden Silence." The title has no particular significance, referring, we should judge, to the mystery of the Arab character and the instinctive secrecy of the oriental when the Euro- pean seeks to invade his privacy. For the scene of this story — after a brief London prologue — is Algiers, whither the hero repairs for rest after cer- tain strenuous experiences at home. He has figured in a lawsuit brought against his brother by a beau- tiful Canadian adventuress, and, upon her defeat, has proposed to her in a moment of impulsive sym- pathy. Their marriage is not to take place for some weeks, and this respite permits the holiday which provides the occasion for the real story, and has rather momentous consequences. For upon the journey he encounters another fair American en- gaged upon an Algerian quest, and we soon realize that she is to be the real heroine. She is in search of an older sister who had yielded some ten years earlier to the pleadings of an Arab — a spahi in the French service—and had gone to Algiers as his bride. Nothing has been heard from her for a long time, and she seems to have plunged irrevocably into "the golden silence." The story of the track- ing and discovery of the lost one fills most of the book, and has to be picked out as a thread from the tangle of description and trifling conversation with which the pages are chiefly filled. It is a thin story, only mildly entertaining, written from considerable knowledge of the externals of Algerian life, but displaying little penetrative power. In the end, matters are patched up with the adventuress, who accepts a financial solatium, and leaves the hero in possession of the new lady-love whose adventures he has shared for some eventful weeks. "The things that happen have a great deal to do with it"—meaning a human life. These are all but the last words of the fine novel which Mrs. Mary S. Watts has given us as a successor to "Nathan Burke." We are almost tempted to call "The Legacy" a sequel to the earlier work, because General Burke's name is frequently mentioned, although he does not appear upon the scene, and because we get a sense of continuity from the fact that we are brought into the same Ohio environ- ment, and enter into the lives of people of the same general sort. It is the new generation, viewed by the writer with the old penetration, and dealt with after the same leisurely fashion. The heroine, whose life is traced from childhood, through mar- riage and widowhood, and into the haven of a sub- stantial but most unromantic second marriage, is a Breen. This, we are given to understand, means much from the viewpoint of caste prejudice, although the members of the family who are described for us, and who include representations of four genera- tions, are for the most part pretty poor specimens of individual humanity. The heroine is about the best of them all, but even she comes perilously near to becoming a victim of the racial weakness which lias brought her family to decay. It is accident rather than any inward spring of character that saves her for respectability, and her words which we have quoted express her own realization of this fact. All of these Breens are interesting, although many of them are disreputable, because they are pictured for us by a hand that spares neither foible nor folly, yet has an unfailing sympathy of touch. We feel throughout that the writer is giving us a transcript from real life, and her treatment makes most of the conventions of romantic fiction seem like cheap devices. Few recent novels are deserv- ing of as high praise as may fairly be accorded to this one, and we may safely allow that Mrs. Watts has already won for herself an honorable place in American literature. A pretty romance of the days of Queen Anne, a work which moves easily in its historical milieu, yet is not overburdened with antiquarian lore, is given us in "The Imprudence of Prue," by Miss Sophie Fisher. The heroine's imprudence follows upon an encounter with a fascinating highwayman, who stops her coach upon the heath, and, finding nothing else of which to rob her, steals a kiss. As her memory dwells upon the episode, resentment softens into a different sort of feeling, and she continues to be imprudent. Being an impecunious widow and a desperate coquette, she is embarrassed by debt, and, learning that the highwayman of her chance encounter is a prisoner in Newgate, and to be hanged in a few days, she conceives the happy thought of asking that he bestow his name upon her, that she may, as his wife (and soon thereafter his widow!), snap her fingers at her creditors. A secret ceremony follows, with consequences un- foreseen. For the man, fired by her loveliness finds life once more precious, and secures his release by a shrewd bargain with the authorities. The woman, discovering that her heart has unin- tentionally been given with her hand, comes to her husband's rescue when he is again in difficulties, and finally takes flight with him to France, leaving behind her a retinue of disappointed aspirants. Since the highwayman turns out to be a nobleman and a Jacobite, the match is not so bad an affair after all. This story is told with much sprightli- ness, and its constructive skill is rather out of the common. Pastor Gustav Frenssen is one of the two or three living German novelists who count the most, and a new work from his hand is a literary event While we cannot say that "Klaus Hinrich Baas" is as successful an achievement as "Jorn Uhl," or even as " Hilligenlei," we can nevertheless accord it high praise as a serious portrayal of modern life — the life of that corner of Germany fronting the North Sea, which the author knows so well. It is a new departure for Herr Frenssen in the respect that it is concerned with the commercial life of a great city rather than with the life of the peasantry upon its native moor, and in this substitution of Ham- burg for Holstein we become conscious of a lack of the intimate and deeply sympathetic knowledge dis- 1911.] 445 THE DIAL played when the author bids us view with his eyes the flat and wind-swept spaces of the open country and the serious and sombre lives of their agricul- tural population. Nevertheless, we have all this for a background, for Klaus Hinrich is of peasant stock, and we first come to know him in his natural surroundings. Even later, when he is gaining his business experience in the Malayan East, and when in the city on the Elbe he is applying his shrewd and sharpened wits to the problem of rehabilitating an old merchant firm which has been brought by slackness to the verge of ruin, we are all the time reminded of the soil from which he has sprung, and of the primitive character which no amount of sophistication can wholly conceal. His life story is conscientiously and minutely related, from earliest childhood to maturity, breaking off rather abruptly when he has reached middle life, but leaving us with the sense that his character is completely shaped, and that a further prolongation of his biog- raphy would have no further psychological interest, however interesting it might seem in incident and circumstance. He has rubbed against the world in many of its rough places, and he has made his way by native determination and force of character. His growth from visionary child to practical man of affairs is consistently worked out, and his career is replete with interesting experiences. He is a very human figure, making mistakes and paying for them, as men must always do; in his relations with womankind, his life is too gross to be pleasing, but the discomfort with which we read of his amorous adventures arises less from our feeling about his weakness as an individual than from our disgust with the way in which the author takes such things for granted as a part of the life of the nor- mal man. Immorality is an ugly and pervasive fact in modern life, but its calm acceptance without a sign of indignation is not to be condoned in a writer whose aim is presumably idealistic. Too much of recent German literature is marred by just this sort of callousness. If it were not for the defect thus noted, "Klaus Hinrich Baas" might be ranked as a worthy successor of Freytag's "Soli und Haben," of which one cannot help thinking as its legitimate prototype. The literary testament of Antonio Fogazzaro — the novel <; Leila" which was published only a few weeks before the author's death — is now available in an English translation. We cannot commend the translation, but it will serve. The work itself, while inferior to the best that Fogazzaro has given us, has a spiritual elevation that goes far to com- pensate for its loose construction and diffuse style. If it does not tell a story of compelling interest, it does remind us on every page that the writer was one of the noblest souls of his time. The ship of his faith was securely anchored, despite the billows that tossed it this way and that. The note of sub- mission to authority is clearly sounded, but with it the note of determination to go as far as authority will permit in the direction of modernism. The two ideals are in such essential opposition of rela- tion that to readers not brought up within the shadow of the church there must be some suggestion of weakness of will in a writer who struggles to reconcile them, and it takes a considerable effort to accord him the fullest sympathy. "Leila" is directly connected with "D Santo" by the fact that Alberti, the young hero of the new novel, is a disciple of Piero Maironi, and is devoted to the gospel of enlightenment for which " the saint" had laid down his life. The heroine, whose name with- out any reason becomes "Lelia " in this translation, is a high-spivited and passionate girl who long defends her maiden citadel only to surrender it the more completely in the end. She loves Alberti, but she is led by malicious tongues to think him a fortune-hunter and herself the victim of a carefully- laid plot. She is also disturbed about her faith, not having won her way to the serene heights occupied by her lover. She is the adopted daughter of Signor Marcello, to whose son she had been betrothed. Upon the son's death, the father had rescued her from her disreputable parents, making her a member of his household and his heiress. Upon Alberti, who had been his son's dearest friend, Signor Marcello now lavishes his affections, and it becomes his dearest desire that Leila shall become Alberti's wife. A saintly old woman who is an old friend of the family, and a lovable old priest, are the agencies by which the girl's eyes are opened and her pride overcome. All these people are so oppressively good that the intrusion of Leila's father provides a welcome relief, and a similar function is fulfilled by the two wicked priests who serve as a foil to the simple-hearted Don Aurelio. The story has little substance, and is much more a tract than a novel. As far as its action is concerned, and even its psychology, a full three- fourths of the writing might well be spared. William Morton Payne. Various Books for Summer Beading. campina and Nature lovers who find in the moun- trampingin tains surcease from care, a call to the Yotemiie. meditation on the deeper things of life, and inspiration for the humdrum round of duty among the walks of men, will find that the next best thing to a trip into the great Sierras of Cali- fornia is free perusal of Mr. J. Smeaton Chase's "Yosemite Trails" (Houghton). With a bold and lavish, yet artistic, hand Mr. Chase sketches the account of three extended trips into the Sierras that form the towering ramparts about the Yosemite Valley — or Gorge, as he would have us more sci- entifically designate this unique chasm cut deep into the western flank of the great range of mountains between California and Nevada. The book is not a dry scientific account of the geology and natural history of the central Sierra Nevada range, but rather the rhapsody of a lover of woods and trails, of camp-fires and "mulligans," of pines and sequoias, 446 [June 1, THE DIAL of mountain meadows, granite ledges, and snow- fields. It is not a guide-book, and the accompany- ing map is of indifferent value in comparison with others readily available — such as those of the United States Geological Survey. It is, on the other hand, an entrancing introduction for the nov- ice who seeks in cold print some living idea of the beauty and charms of the much-visited floor of the Yosemite Valley, and of its towering walls and tum- bling water-falls; or for the prospective mountaineer who would essay the trails about the rim of the chasm, and explore the canyons of the Hetch Hetchy, Tuolumne, or the Merced. Indeed, even the veteran of many Sierran summers will find his memory of many a familiar trail or outlook quick- ened by these pages. His heart will leap within him in response to the author's enthusiastic de- scription of familiar experiences and well-known and fondly-remembered scenes, and he will forth- with plan a new campaign for the coming summer. The book is rich in allusion to the forest trees and flowers of the high mountains, and the writer is both observant and skilful in his portrayal of these charms of Sierran travel. He barely escapes, how- ever, falling into the too-prevalent error of over- estimating the age of the big trees. "Fifty years for every year of human life " is perhaps too liberal an estimate for even the Nestor of the Wawona grove of sequoias. The author very justly con- demns the inane habit of attaching names of eminent or would-be eminent men or of aspiring towns to the great trees. Our system of national parks and great forest reserves has done much to preserve this magnificant playground for the Amer- ican people, and Mr. Chase has performed a gen- uine service in so skilfully extending the invitation to all who read to come and play in these mountain fastnesses. PraeUeal Eight years ago, Mrs. Helena Ruther- aardening furd Ely put some of her gardening tor women. experiences into a book which she called "A Woman's Hardy Garden." So eagerly was it received, that two years later, "Another Hardy Garden Book" was issued in answer to the appeal for help in the care of shrubs, which are the necessary associates of the herbaceous plants of which Mrs. Ely had told so much in her first vol- ume. To these two books, more than to any others written by American gardeners, we owe the present widespread interest in permanent gardening, and the demand for the many beautiful periodicals which are turning us as a people from the crudities of bedding-out plants, and the fleeting charms of annuals, to the sober trustworthiness of the hardy plants. Now, after a long silence, in which her experience has widened and deepened, Mrs. Ely offers us a beautiful and helpful guide-book to "The Practical Flower Garden" (Macmillan). There is less of repetition in these pages than one would have thought possible, — considering that, after all, the same good green things must be spoken of, and that "since Adam delved and Eve span" no new way of confiding a root to the guardianship of Mother Earth has been discovered. With an enthusiasm which use has not made dull, Mrs. Ely gives careful directions for the preparation and re- newal of soils, for the making of lawns, and for the building of terraces. In a chapter which it would be well to have printed at public expense and dis- tributed far and wide as a hostage to the fortunes of the Republic, she explains the methods of rearing trees from seeds. In suggesting plans for color arrangement, she follows Miss Gertrude Jekyll,— a writer whom it would indeed be impossible to surpass in taste, in knowledge, or in charm. Per- haps the most interesting pages of Mrs. Ely's new book are those in which she describes the experi- ment made by one of her friends, who, on a many- acred plot, has chosen to bring together the flora of his own state, and who has gathered into his " Con- necticut garden" only native plants. The idea is, happily, not new; but Mrs. Ely's sympathetic descriptions, aided by the many illustrative plates, furnish fresh hope that a type of garden alike suited to the owner of a great estate and to the mistress of a village back-yard may find many followers. To repeat the names of beautiful and available material for such planting, would be to reprint the index to Gray's "Manual"; while to possess them requires only a basket or two, a spade, a trowel which one need not be over-nice in using, a horse which does not mind long waits by the roadside, a wagon, and — above all — the seeing eye and the loving heart without which there is no true garden. No better way of teaching patriotism could be imagined than the planting of parks and school-yards with the trees and shrubs of their vicinage. Mrs. Ely's book is amply illustrated, both in black-and-white and in color. The adventure, of A few older readers may recognize, "Qritziv Adami" with a little thrill, the title-lettering in new form. on a recently-published volume— "The Adventures of James Capen Adams, Moun- taineer and Grizzly-Bear Hunter of California." And with the recognition will flash remembrances of a worn volume in some family library, with its pic- ture of a bearded hunter wearing fringed trousers and a tasselled cap, under whose caressing hand stalks a vast grizzly bear; its stories of adventure with bears, panthers, wolves, elk, buffalo, and the notable jaguar on the wild Pacific Coast of the fifties. And many young readers — for, aside from its scientific interest, this is distinctly a boys' book — will make their first acquaintance in this new edition (Scribner) of a rare volume, with one of the most interesting records of hunting-life ever written in America. Adams — "Grizzly Adams" as Mr. Hornaday calls him, "the old hunter" as he calls himself — lived by his gun and bowie-knife in the Sierra Nevada, in Washington and Oregon, and in the Rockies. Indians were his companions and 1911.] 447 THE DIAL helpers. He sought game when muzzle-loading rifles made it still adventurous to do so; he rode and tramped from end to end of a country whose geography was still vague. An irresistible love of the wilderness seems to have been his impelling motive; but a curious genius for the comprehension of animal psychology accounted for his success, and two generations later would probably have made a "camera hunter " of him. He killed animals for meat; he killed grizzlies because of the peril which, in the days of single-shot rifles, accompanied the attempt. But the capture of wild game was his purpose, and it is this that makes his book so inter- esting. He seems to have been the only man who has tamed the grizzly. "Lady Washington" he taught to carry game for him. "Ben Franklin," taken as a tiny cub in one of the most exciting ex- ploits of the book, became his particular friend, saved his life in conflict with another grizzly, and came back to civilization with a horde of other animals which "the old hunter" exhibited in his declining years. The author of this volume, Mr. Theodore H. Hittell, saw these animals, and rode upon "Ben Franklin's" back. In San Francisco, in 1857-9, he took down from dictation the narra- tive of Adams, and published it substantially as it was told. It is a curious narrative, and almost un- believably adventurous. However, Mr. Hittell believes it to be true; Mr. William H. Wright, the author of a recent book entitled "The Grizzly Bear," not only believes it, but ascribes to the chance reading of these remarkable stories his own career as a " camera-hunter," in which he has veri- fied many of the statements of the earlier book. Furthermore, the scientific manuals on the grizzly bear are in substantial accord with the old hunter's observations,—indeed, they quote him as a source. So here is a hunter's book for boys and men with a scientific and historical value as great, though by no means so intense, as its interest. To be envied is the reader who for the first time follows the capture of the giant "Samson," or in that thrilling next-to-the-last chapter breathlessly awaits the issue of a vain attempt to take the mysterious and mag- nificent jaguar. Plain living and high thinking at tl™;'™"1 lofty altitudes, with considerable hard bodily labor to give things a keen relish, are evidently what Mr. Stewart Edward White chooses for his summer-vacation programme; and he writes inspiringly and always entertainingly of his hot-weather occupations and recreations in "The Cabin" (Doubleday), illustrating the book with pictures from his own camera. High up in the Sierra Nevada range, the exact location undesignated, he and the companion of his joys and wholesome hard- ships build them a rude but weather-proof abode, being aided therein by a competent master of many trades, and there they luxuriate in the bliss of silvan solitude and the grandeurs of nature. Yet they do have occasional visitors, among whom "California John" deserves foremost mention, and his shrewd philosophy merits more ample quotation than would here be in place. "Trouble is," remarks this sage, "when a man starts out to do a thing, he just nat'rally sees it all done before his eyes, and he strains himself day in and out till it is done. . • . A man do n't want to give a cuss whether a thing gets done or not, but just whether he keeps workin' along at it. If he does that, it's bound to get done, and without worryin' him. And he ain't so plumb feverish all the time." Not unnaturally, Mr. White likes the mountain folk, few and far between though they are, or since they are. "They live a life that depends more than the common on its individual resource; and at the same time the better class of them possess a remarkably high standard of taste and education. Books, and good ones, are abundant. In addition are certain qualities of hospitality, the breadth of view incidental to the meeting of many types on a plane of equality and independence in the manner of thinking." One gets from the book a good idea of the courage and grit of the forest rangers, and also of the glaring inadequacy of the support rendered by the national government to these guardians of our silvan wealth. But the situ- ation is now somewhat less deplorable than it once was. "The Cabin" (to sum up) pictures, in the form of personal experience, the same hearty and wholesome and pulse-quickening mountain life that has already been portrayed, under the guise of fiction, in "The Rules of the Game," by the same author. A book of ^n anv revision of Charles Lamb's tmaii Engiith catalogue of biblia a-biblia, books country houtet. wnich are no books, place should be found for what may be called the "every-man- his-own-architect" publications, — those pretentious portfolios of second-hand photographs and plans, chosen in most cases without the slightest architec- tural taste or judgment, accompanied by a thin sauce of perfunctory or misleading text. With this class of books Mr. Lawrence Weaver's "Small Country Houses of To-day" (imported by Scribner) has nothing in common. Unerring good taste in choice of examples, sound practical knowledge, acute aesthetic perceptions, and a literary skill sel- dom to be found in architectural writing, charac- terize this imposing quarto. Forty-six houses, designed by various English architects of estab- lished reputation, and representing a wide range of architectural treatment and adaptation to natural situations, are illustrated and described. The chief qualities of each house are explained and empha- sized, and its relations, historic and social, with the houses of past days are noted. Definite details as to cost, wherever these were obtainable, also find place. A separate chapter discusses the problems connected with the repair and enlargement of old houses, this being followed by detailed accounts of six houses so treated. The editor notes that, after a century of struggling with vicious architectural in- 448 [June 1, THE DIAL fluences, chiefly the lack of tradition, there may now be discerned a tendency toward a truce in the battle of the styles and a revival in form and spirit of the old basic traditions. Bat much yet remains to be done — chiefly in the way of familiarizing the pub- lic with correct architectural theory and practice. "Building needs, in fact, to be brought back into the normal current of intelligent thought, instead of being relegated to the limbo of technical mysteries." This end would be quickly accomplished if all our architectural writers were possessed of Mr. Weaver's skill in enlivening and vivifying, as well as illuminating, their subject. Some two hundred and fifty photographs depict the most interesting features, outside and in, of each house described, and measured floor plans also are given. As in all the English "Country Life " publications (of which this is one), the photographs are remarkably well reproduced and printed. Finally, it should be said that although this book is thoroughly English in its origin and treatment, it will on that account be found but little less serviceable and interesting to the American reader. Anything more conventional than to™?™^"™ "The Ideal Italian Tour" described by Mr. Henry James Forman, it would be difficult to imagine. The writer lands at Naples, proceeds to "do" successively the cities of Rome, Florence, Pisa, Siena, Venice, Milan, Genoa, and the Lakes, — all in precisely the regular order and the regular way of all tourists. After appar- ently not a long stay abroad, he has gone home, gathered before him on his desk his Baedekers, maps, and local guidebooks, and proceeded to write about Italy in a manner that reminds one of the eighteenth century poet who was said to have writ- ten about Epping Forest " with his back to the win- dow and never having seen the forest." Those charming and highly characteristic towns that even the hastiest tourist seldom omits — Assisi, Perugia, Orvieto, Spezia, — are not so much as mentioned; Italian life and temperament, where it remains un- touched by commercial relations with strangers, receives almost no attention. Moreover, the illus- trations are so small in size, so poorly selected, and so hackneyed from use in the cheapest series of post-cards, that they add nothing in the way of charm. For example, why should there be a picture of San Francesco at Assisi, since Assisi itself is not mentioned in the text; and, if a picture of it had to be used, why select one from its least attractive point of view? But obvious and superfluous as the book seems to those who really know and love Italy, perhaps there may be some who will like to carry it with them on their journey to read at night about what they have seen during the day. At least, the author says that he felt the need of such a book on his first Italian journey, and that there- fore he has written it,—to "point to the salient and indispensable." It is undeniable that he has gathered together a considerable amount of useful information about certain parts of Italy. But to call his tour the "ideal" one is far from justified. In typography, paper, and binding, the publishers (Houghton) have provided a setting worthy of a better text. j "Vacation days! Oh, the lure of a tporttman't them, the delight of their anticipa- paradite. t}on> the joys of their realization, and the sweet sanctity of their memory!" Thus exclaims, in fondly retrospective mood, Mr. Kirkland B. Alexander, recalling the pleasures of a summer outing on the trout streams of Lake Su- perior. "The Log of the North Shore Club" (Put- nam) is the diverting record of this fishing excur- sion in a comparatively unfrequented region, where the unsophisticated trout rise to the illusive fly with an avidity most gratifying to the person whipping those virgin waters. "Three trout on three flies are not infrequent in these far-away strearns," writes the author. The prowess with rod and reel of the six vacationers, the accomplishments and the sayings of their guides, the astonishing feat performed by old Michael of making a water- tight birch bark pot and boiling a trout therein, the breathless shooting of dangerous rapids, and the trials and tribulations of the arduous portage— these and much else besides go to pack the pages of Mr. Alexander's little book brimful of good reading. Vivacity and humor mark his style, as a specimen of which we quote from an amusing account of the maiden attempt of a "Business Man" at trout- fishing: "He explained afterward that he thought it might be the safe and courteous course to permit the trout to swallow the fly right down to the tail, if he cared to, and then deftly pull the trout inside- out, thus saving much irksome culinary labor." Good pictures from photographs plentifully illus- trate the book. It is a capital fishing yarn, and just the thing to read before planning a vacation in the wilderness. . , _. Those who know Professor L. H. An eloquent _ „ , advocate of Bailey only through his numerous country life. technical books on farming and gardening and kindred subjects will do well to read his latest volume, "The Country Life Movement" (Macmillan), and, in conjunction with it, the new and revised edition of his "Outlook to Nature." Few of us have heretofore associated Professor Bailey's writings with any qualities of sentiment, except such as play a very subordinate part in his instructive works. But his two latest volumes give us a new opinion of the man. We see him here as a genuine lover of nature, and catch fleeting glimpses of the poet, of whose existence we had not dreamed. His ideas of nature-writing are thus suggested: "The real objection to much of nature-writing is the fact that it is unrepresentative of nature. It exploits the exceptional, and therefore does not give the reader a truthful picture of common and average conditions. Good nature-writing is that which por- trays the commonplace so truthfully and so clearly 1911.] 449 THE DIAL that the reader forthwith goes out to see for himself. Some day we shall care less for the marvellous beasts of a far-off country than for the mice and squirrels and birds of our own fields, and for the cattle on our hills." It is upon this conception that Professor Bailey has based these two very delightful books. He treats of the common things of life, and invests them with a charm that makes what he writes as entertaining as a romance to those who feel the impulses that turn us nature-ward. He sees things as they are, and he is able to make his readers see them also. He believes in tbe "back- to-nature" idea, and finds in it a corrective for many of the false notions that affect society to-day. The ttorv of Tne devout spirit in which Mr. theforetit Houghton Townley views the maj- or England. egty. 0f tne ten anCe8tral trees scat- tered o'er the pleasant land of England is indicated by the opening words of his " English "Woodlands and Their Story" (Dutton). "He who stands beneath tbe mammoth Beeches of Burnham," he declares, "and feels that man, the pigmy parasite of an insignificant planet, is still the grandest work of God, must either be an egoist, bankrupt of humility and insensible to the imposing majesty of trees, or a person unimpressed by the bewildering, mind-staggering idea of Time." If bigness and age are marks of superiority in the scheme of things, man is indeed but a poor creature compared with a millennial beech or oak of England's splendid forests. Without arguing the point, we are content to enter into the spirit of Mr. Townley's handsome book in praise of his country's woodlands. In grouping his matter, he devotes, first of all, five chapters to the Burnham Beeches, then two to Sherwood Forest, three to the New Forest, three to Epping and the Forest of Essex, two to the Forest of Dean, one to Windsor Forest, one to Savernake and a few other forests, and a concluding chapter to woodland photog- raphy. Story, legend, and description are pleasantly intermingled in his pages, and an even hundred of excellent camera illustrations please the eye and emphasize the written words of the author. Views of fabulously old trees and also of some astonish- ingly grotesque malformations of aged trunks and branches form a feature of the book. The tree- lover who does not delight in Mr. Townley's volume must be difficult to please. The name of E. P. Powell stands for "7countZ Cockekell. Oliver Goldsmith Newly Explained.* The principal lives of Goldsmith have hitherto been either carefully "documented" biographies like those by Sir James Prior in 1837 and by John Forster in 1848, or sym- pathetic attempts at appreciation like those by Washington Irving in 1844 and Mr. Austin Dobson in 1888. All of these writers have been puzzled by the strange mixture of facts and traits and comments furnished in the bills and account-books of tailors and booksellers, and the more or less random records of Glover, Cooke, Miss Burney, Tom Davies, Bishop Percy, and of various people as reported by Boswell. Mr. Austin Dobson, in his "delight- ful study" (as Mr. Moore rightly calls it), is properly discriminating; for he says explicitly that "the testimony of witnesses such as John- son and Reynolds, or even as Glover and Cooke, is of far greater import than that of Walpole, or Boswell, or Hawkins [one of Samuel John- son's biographers], who scarcely ever speak of him without an accent of disdain or patronage." Nevertheless, Mr. Frankfort Moore, well known as an industrious and fertile writer of comedies and novels (for example," The Jessamy Bride "), himself an Irishman, has now taken up the cudgels in Goldsmith's defense, and has directed his attention chiefly against this "accent of disdain or patronage." Mr. Moore undertakes to do two things: to disprove the credibility of Boswell and others, and, as a necessary consequence, to explain Goldsmith, who, just because he was an Irish- man, was inevitably and eternally misunderstood by the Englishmen and Scotchmen among whom he lived in London, and by whom chiefly his doings have been reported to us. In both these undertakings he seems to have abund- antly succeeded. In his thirty-page Introduction, Mr. Moore denies Boswell s credibility and sincerity, and accuses him of malice and wilful inaccuracy. He supports his attack by citing Miss Burney, by examining the cases of Barretti and of Gar- rick (both of whom Boswell hated), by quoting •Thk Like ok Omvkr Goldsmith. By F. Frankfort Moore. Illustrated. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co. Walpole's denunciation of Boswell, and by reference to "well-known" facts about the Boswell family's attitude toward the " Life of Johnson." He further charges that Boswell, like some others of Johnson's circle, was tem- peramentally unable to understand Goldsmith; and to make this point clear, he enters into a detailed exposition of Goldsmith's characteris- tically Irish training and ways. Of Goldsmith's training, Mr. Moore remarks, at the end of Chapter I, on the Ireland of Oliver Goldsmith: "An implicit trust in Providence makes the most improvident of people; but when a man occupies the position of a local providence, his condition becomes hopeless, owing to the onerous character of the obli- gations imposed upon him by the role. There can be little doubt that this was the part which his father was encouraged to play; and he played it to the entire sat- isfaction of the neighborhood. That was very well so far as it went; but such a position as he occupied should only be a life one; an attempt to establish a dynasty on such a basis is certain to end in disaster. The father of the Goldsmiths believed in the hereditary principle in this connection; he taught his children the unworldly doctrine that it is more blessed to give than to receive, and the result was to unfit them for worldly success. One of the most prominent characteristics of the world is worldliness, but Charles Goldsmith led his children to believe exactly the opposite; and the result was that one of them lived miserably as a genius and another starved as a carpenter. There was not a member of the family that did not 'go under.' The worldliness of the world was too much for them, seeing that they had been taught from their infancy that unworldliness is the most important of virtues. The others were all probably as truly loved within their circle, which was bounded by the tiny town of Elphin in the north and the obscure village of Ballymahon in the south, as Oliver Goldsmith was by his circle, which even in his own day was bounded only by the circumference of the globe; but all became equally submerged by the stress and strain of life in a world that was made for the worldly." The one particular, however, in which Gold- smith was sure to be misunderstood by most Englishmen, and (Mr. Moore implies) by all Scotchmen, was his unwise but persistent use of various forms of Irish humor; and the worst of it was that the people who misunderstood him thought him a fool. Among these forms of humor was the bull. Cooke called Gold- smith a fool, because "If you gave him change for a bad shilling and you gave him the shilling back, he would say, 'What's the matter with the shilling? It's as good a shilling as ever was born."' On this Mr. Moore comments: "Of course the people who came to understand this form of his native humor found him extremely amusing and looked upon him as a delightful companion; but the majority of these people were not of the recording sort: they did not keep diaries, nor did they write biographies. But let not Boswell tell us that Gold- 1911.] 473 THE DIAI smith, if he was the ignorant, foolish, pushing, easily irritated conversational blunderer that he tries to make him out to be, would have become the beloved friend of people known to fashion as well as of people known to fame." Another form of humor is a subtly ironical comment, delivered with a perfectly straight face. Mr. Moore instances the lines in "Re- taliation," which Cumberland took as compli- mentary, and concludes: "We will only beg of a reader of Boswell to con- sider if it might not be possible that a Scotsman, who of all people in the world had the least faculty for ap- preciating this form of expression, became mystified by the adroitness of Goldsmith's employment of it; and if it was not rather more than possible that this Irishman, whose humor appears in almost every line that ever came from his pen, thoroughly enjoying the mystifica- tion of Boswell, almost touched the border-line of ex- travagance in his utterances when the silly Scotsman was within hearing." Still another variety of humor especially practiced by Irishmen is affected stupidity and willingness to be the subject of a jest — both matters, we may be fairly certain, totally in- comprehensible to James Boswell, Esquire, of Auchinleck. Boswell was like John Shard in Mr. Barrie's " What Every Woman Knows"; he could not understand how a surgical opera- tion would enable a man to see a joke. Con- sequently, men like Goldsmith and Garrick must have taken great and constant delight in saying and doing, in Boswell's presence, per- fectly absurd things with the gravest possible manner. If Boswell had some faint suspicion that these men were making fun of him, his dis- like of them, which was presumably inspired in the first place by his jealousy of their inti- macy with Johnson, finds considerable justifica- tion. If, however, Boswell took them seriously, his entire misunderstanding is an adequate explanation of his disapproval, for in that case Boswell could see in Johnson's liking for them only another instance of that great man's extraordinary philanthrophy. With these facts made clear, Mr. Moore proceeds to take up the various incidents which have been supposed to show Goldsmith in an unfavorable light, — for instance, in reporting the scene where Goldsmith affected to be en- raged because the French officers had eyes only for the Misses Horneck, and paid no attention to Goldsmith in plain view at another window, Mr. Moore reminds us that the ladies themselves surely understood the humor of the situation, and that no Irishman could fail to see how much fun Goldsmith was having. Similarly, he shows the humor of Goldsmith's affecting to disparage Burke's eloquence, with his apparent discomfiture when put to the test; and he declares that "as for the story of the puppets, all that we can say is that if there is no humor in a man's affirming that he is quite as adroit as a stuffed figure controlled by wires, there is nothing humorous in the world." In the light of such details as these, we can better understand the scene when, upon Gold- smith's assenting to Chamier's suggestion that by the last word of the line "Remote, un- friended, melancholy, slow," Goldsmith meant "tardiness of locomotion," Dr. Johnson inter- rupted with "No, sir . . . You mean that sluggishness of mind which comes upon a man in solitude." Surely Goldsmith's eyes must have twinkled as he answered meekly, "Ah! that was what I meant!" Mr. Moore has succeeded admirably in prov- ing the unreliability of Boswell's testimony, and in explaining practically all of the contradictory evidence which has clouded our understanding of Goldsmith's character. Hereafter there should be no excuse for looking upon Gold- smith as an inspired fool, — a genius, to be sure, and lovable, but hardly more than a grown-up child, and therefore exciting our wonder rather than the respect we give most of his friends. In short, when we find a man who could take his own misadventure as the core of his own comedy, who could write un- failingly delicious humor, who could dedicate a poem or answer an angry and malicious opponent with perfect taste and tone, or who could write satire of such a rare combination of cleverness and kindliness, with all Pope's wit but not a trace of his malice, as Oliver Goldsmith did all these things, Mr. Moore simply cannot believe that he could be a vain and envious fool. And we heartily agree with him. Aside from Mr. Moore's two main conten- tions, however, his work seems distinctly unsat- isfactory. His efforts to present the facts of Goldsmith's life are neither so clear nor so carefully "documented" as Mr. Austin Dob- son's,— which perhaps is only saying that Mr. Dobson is a more skilful literary historian. In the first place, Mr. Moore's happy knack of interpreting a scene or an incident becomes, when he is dealing with mere rumors, a too facile habit of lively conjecture. For example, in Chapter IV., "Qualifying for a Degree," he discusses Goldsmith's bullying by Theaker Wilder — "a name which so aptly suggested his disposition that it might have been invented 474 [June 16, THE DIAL for him by Oliver Goldsmith himself" — and one of its effects: his writing street-ballads and listening to their rendition and the comments on them. All these Mr. Moore makes the most of, with much ingenuity, which, though very pleasant, must still remain conjecture. Again, of a possible but entirely imaginary account which Goldsmith might conceivably have wished to write about his wanderings — and for which, Mr. Moore assumes, the " Enquiry " was a sub- stitute — he says that " We have no doubt that he approached the booksellers with a proposal for a volume embodying his experiences, and that it was rejected on the spot." Indeed, Mr. Moore's too frequent use of " we may be sure" or "doubtless" is often irritating. Along with this tendency to visualize a scene vividly, and then to accept the product as fact, goes a Swinburnian intemperance in the use of superlatives. For example, Mr. Moore says that "his 'Vicar of Wakefield' was the best novel, his 'Deserted Village' the best poem, and 1 She Stoops to Conquer' the best comedy, of his generation." Such statements show a gen- erous enthusiasm, but hardly seem judicial when one thinks of "Tom Jones" and "Tristram Shandy," of Gray's "Elegy," and of "The Rivals" and the " School for Scandal"; and the assertion of Goldsmith's excellence in terms which imply the inferiority of other very good things is, to say the least, unnecessary. Another example is Mr. Moore's comment on "Edwin and Angelina," which has never been rated high by the critics, and which in popu- larity has surely not even rivalled Gray's "Elegy," and yet he says: "We believe that more of its stanzas than of any other poem can be repeated by people in England to-day." Among numerous other obiter dicta inspired by zeal for Goldsmith's reputation is a refer- ence to " Pamela and a large number of equally anaemic stories of genteel life," and the remark that "It took Gray three years to give an air of laborious perfection to his 'Elegy.' It took Goldsmith eight to impart an air of spontaneity to 'The Traveller.'" In truth, Mr. Moore seems often inclined to proclaim an "Irish invasion " of which somehow or other the Eng- lish have been exasperatingly unconscious. Sometimes, also, Mr. Moore betrays—as who of us would not?—an inadequate knowledge of eighteenth century literary history. He seems to imply, for example, that Garrick's scheming against the " Goodnatured Man " showed special ill feeling toward Goldsmith. It seems, rather, to be characteristic of Garrick; it certainly was of a piece with his treatment of Dodsley's "Cleone," and not unlike his rejection of Home's "Douglas." Again, apropos of the charge that Goldsmith was vain, he notes the number of instances in which Goldsmith's books appeared without the author's name on the title-page. But anonymous publication, even where the authorship was an open secret, was rather common then: Young's "Night Thoughts" had no author's name, even on the eighth edition; a fifth edition of Johnson's "London" did not, or a third of his "Ras- selas," or a third of Burke's " Account of the European Settlements in America," or a third of his " Philosophical Inquiry into the Sublime and Beautiful"; or the fifth of the "Sermons of Mr. Yorick"; or the ninth of Gray's "Elegy." Cambridge, Akenside, Mason, and others, put their names to only a second or a third edition of their various publications; so that it is just as reasonable to suppose that Goldsmith was following a common practice as that he was shrinking from publicity. In the case of the "Vicar," Mr. Moore seems misled by its later popularity. "It can scarcely be doubted," he says (page 266), "that the Newberys—after the lapse of a year or two — came to the con- clusion that they had got the book cheap." Although the publishers issued three editions in 1766, the fourth did not appear until 1770; and, according to the account-books of Collins, one of the partners, "started with a loss." As Mr. Dobson tells us, before the thousand copies of this edition were sold, and the fifth appeared in 1774, Collins sold his third share for five guineas. The inferences are unmistakable: the publishers did not profit at Goldsmith's expense, as Mr. Moore assumes, and editions of the "Vicar" did not begin to multiply until after Goldsmith's death. Another distracting feature of Mr. Moore's book is the unfailing gusto with which he plies his shillelagh on nearly every head in sight — Johnson, Garrick, the publishers, stage managers old and new, historians, Englishmen and Scotch- men. Sir Joshua and the Misses Horneck are almost the only ones who escape. The author's strictures are occasionally in bad taste,—as, for example, his sneer at Johnson's delay in getting out his edition of Shakespeare (page 273); more often they are needless digressions. Indeed Mr. Moore fairly lays himself open to criticism by his abounding fulness of utterance; his book would have been better if it had been a hun- dred pages shorter. Edward Payson Mobton. 1911.] 475 THE DIAL Traffics and Discoveries of a China Collector.* Popular interest in old china and its collec- tion is amply attested by the recent publication, in two well printed and beautifully illustrated volumes, of Lady Charlotte Schreiber's Jour- nals, written during the years of her ceramic enthusiasm. Lady Charlotte was a pioneer collector, with pioneer opportunities that make the china enthusiast of to-day sigh with envy. Her specialty was English pottery and porce- lain and Battersea enamels; and the collection she gave to the South Kensington Museum stands as a monument to her untiring industry and perseverance, her profound knowledge, and her good taste. Lady Charlotte's Journals are no mere dry-as-dust catalogues of dealers' names, dates, prices, and-other routine details of the chase. She took up chin a-collecting as the chief diver- sion of her later life, bringing to it the same buoyant energy and enthusiasm with which, in girlhood, she had mastered half a dozen lan- guages, and, after her first marriage, studied Welsh, translated the "Mabinogion," learned double-entry book-keeping, and incidentally brought up a family of ten children. Her second husband, Charles Schreiber, appears to have shared all her artistic interests. Together they travelled through Europe in search of china, bric-a-brac, and, in later years, of fan- leaves and playing cards, hunting out "curios- ity shops" in every town they visited, consid- ering values, driving bargains, and leaving behind them an ever-increasing circle of friendly tradesmen, to whom they might look for help on succeeding visits. Perhaps the pleasantest quality of the Journals is the sense they give of the Schreibers' rare and perfect comradeship, seemingly devoid of the smallest frictions or antagonisms. An amusing trait of the journalist is the pride she takes in not being "done" by the antique-dealers. If a vase or a plate is too dear, the Schreibers will not buy it, no matter how badly they want it to fill a gap in one of their cabinets. It was this attitude,—the only one for the self-respecting collector, rich or poor,—quite as much as the then state of the antique trade, that made it possible to get •Lady Charlotte Schreiber's Journals. Confidences of a Collector of Ceramics and Antiques throughout Britain, France, Holland, Belgium, Spain, Portugal, Turkey, Austria, and Germany, 1869-188;). Edited hy Montague J. Guest. With annotations by Egan Mew. In two volumes. Illus- trated. New York: John Lane Co. together a collection like the South Kensington one for a surprisingly moderate outlay. Lady Charlotte was wonderfully even-tem- pered. The most preposterous prices seldom excite her to more than a mere statement of the fact; and the most treasured "find" makes, in the quiet tenor of the diary, only "a happy and successful day." Nevertheless she is a person of decided preferences, and in nothing more than in antique-dealers. Early in the chase she writes of "an officious, med- dling, tiresome old man named della Rovere, who keeps a shop with very little in it." Oc- casionally she buys from some poor little dealer " more from charity than anything else." Open-air markets always amuse and delight her. She generously attributes dealers' mis- takes to ignorance, but the rare occasions on which she and her husband let themselves be duped cut her pride to the quick. However, these misadventures are too few to mar the pleasure of their frequent journeys abroad, punctuated by hunts in London — then as now the paradise of the curio-hunter,—and stays at her country home at Canford, or visits her children, several of whom shared her fondness for collecting. Besides the English porcelains at South Kensington, Lady Schreiber left a quantity of miscellaneous china, most of which is now in the possession of three of her children. All these collections have been freely drawn upon to illustrate the Journals, the result being a series of very beautiful plates in color and half-tone, most of them showing groups of specimens of one ware. The Journals make no effort to assist in identification of specimens, and the plates likewise will be found of greater interest to connoisseurs than to amateurs in china-hunting. Lady Schreiber's hunts were of course not confined to mere shopping. Her visits to museums and private collections and her meet- ings with continental experts are interestingly related; and there are graphic descriptions of many of the places she visited. The Turkish trip was undertaken principally to visit a daughter, whose husband was Ambassador at Constanti- nople; and there were many unique and de- lightful experiences to record during the month spent there, besides a few notable purchases of Oriental wares. Altogether, Lady Schreiber's Journals are a vital argument in behalf of a fad. When the active interests of her life were waning a little, the merry, tireless hunt for glass and china and fans kept her and 476 [June 16, THE DIAL her husband busy and happy and pleasantly excited. In her Journals, as in her generous gifts to the nation, she has left behind her a valuable legacy — the record of a gallant spirit, well aware that most curiosity shops are "not good for very much," but finding life, none the less, "a very pleasant chase." Edith Kellogg Dunton. Lord Acton on the French Revolution.* It is striking evidence of the esteem in which Lord Acton has been held by his literary friends that, although he never would consent to under- take any considerable piece of historical writing, they have collected and published since his death four volumes of his lectures and essays. They reckoned on the interest which the larger read- ing public would feel in the work of one whose broad knowledge and stimulating ideas were always the admiration of the Cambridge group of scholars and of the many men with whom he came in contact beyond the confines of the University. He enjoyed the reputation of being one of the best read men in England and Europe. His learning was regarded as ample and exact. The lectures in the present volume, like most of those previously published, were delivered in Cambridge while he was Regius Professor of Modern History. In the years 1895-1899 the French Revolution was one of the special subjects set for the Historical Tripos. The subject must have been in a peculiar sense congenial, for through his family he was con- nected with some interesting consequences of the Revolution. His name, Dalberg-Acton, recalls two widely separated fields of revolution- ary activity — the Rhine country and Naples. He was great^grand-nephew of Karl von Dal- berg, the last archchancellor of the Holy Roman Empire. His grandfather was the General Acton who was minister of the Neapolitan Bourbons at the time when they entered into conflict with the first French republic. There is nothing in these lectures, however, which suggests that he inherited the antipathies of General Acton or shared the dreams of the prince-bishop who played so conspicuous a part in Napoleonic Germany. Lord Acton's interest in the Revolution is •Lectures on the French Revolution. By John Eraerich Edward Dalberg-Acton, First Baron Acton. Edited by John Neville Figgis, C.R., Litt. D., and Reginald Vere Laurence, M.A. New York: The Macmillan Co. directed toward its political side. Among the causes, he discusses only the growth of opinion. The economic side, which now so engages the attention of investigators, he leaves almost untouched. In describing the legislation of August 4, for example, he does not explain in any detail the plan of making an end of feudal burdens, nor does he mention the laws of March and May, 1790, which were designed to give effect to the plan. For the same reason little is said of the assignats or of the maximum laws. Since Lord Acton's lectures move over the familiar path of the political history of the Revolution the reader will look mainly for his estimate of the great figures of the political stage — Mirabeau, Dan ton, Robespierre, the King, the Queen. His interpretation of Dan- ton's career is disappointing. He holds Danton responsible for the massacres of September, on the strength of a remark to Louis Philippe, then the Due de Chartres serving on the staff of Dumouriez. He also affirms, without proof, that Danton sent out orders to the departments to imitate the example of Paris. The descrip- tion of Mirabeau is more satisfactory. The final judgment is one of condemnation, because Mirabeau'8 ultimate policy was not only "one vast intrigue," but also because it was futile. "There was at no time a prospect of success," says Lord Acton, "for he never had the king and the queen for one moment with him." Lord Acton deems Sieyes "the most per- fect representative of the Revolution." He explains that "in sustained power of consistent thinking Sieyes resembles Bentham and Hegel," that "though many modern writers on politics exceed him in genius and eloquence, none equal him in invention and resource," and that "in the history of political doctrine, where almost every chapter has yet to be written, none will be more valuable than the one that will show what is permanent and progressive in the ideas that he originated." Such views have at least the merit of novelty. At the same time, Lord Acton does not regard Sieyes as a high-minded man, or a good writer or speaker. The most noteworthy quality of these lectures is their style, — their style of thought as well as of expression. The spoken word must have been even more effective. Lord Acton pos- sessed the art of summarizing a situation in an epigram which lingers in the mind because of its happy exactness. The wholesome vigor of his moral judgments results in his distributing condemnations in a manner altogether uncon- 1911.] 477 THE DIAL, ventional. Apropos of the murder of Foulon and Berthier, he explains that "murder, ap- proved and acknowledged, is not an epidemic peculiar to any time, or any country, or any opinion." He finds it characteristic of modern monarchy, and proceeds to name several mon- archs, including the English Elizabeth, James, and William. He adds that the historians "have praise and hero-worship for nearly every one of these anointed culprits. The strong man with the dagger is followed by the weaker man with the sponge. First, the criminal who slays; then the sophist who defends the slayer." At the close of the twenty-two lectures there is an appendix of thirty pages giving Lord Acton's opinions of the principal writers on the Revolution, from Droz to Aulard. This is far from being a dry bibliographical list. A page or two of comment is devoted to each author, and the results of Lord Acton's reading and of his wide European acquaintance are more apparent here than in some other parts of the volume. Henry E. Bourne. Briefs on New Books. GUaning.jrom Archibald Little, whose death was mtv vean recorded some two years ago, had in China. long been recognized as an authority on western China. For fifty years a merchant in that country, his life had not been spent in the treaty ports, but rather in the little-known interior, especially along the upper reaches of the Yangtse. His book entitled "Through the Yangtse Gorges" remains the best account of travel in that region, while "The Far East" testifies to his scholarly ability. It was a distinct service, therefore, for his widow, herself known as the author of "The Land of the Blue Gown," to bring together, under the title of "Gleanings from Fifty Years in China" (Lippincott), a number of his miscellaneous writ- ings. Many of these appeared originally in local periodicals, and some in the reviews of England and America; others have never before been pub- lished. The twenty-two papers are grouped under headings as follows: Trade and Politics, Travel, Drama and Legend, Religion and Philosophy. Those on trade and politics are of value not only because of Mr. Little's long experience but because of his exceptionally fair attitude toward the Chinese, —an attitude quite different from that of the average trader in the East. In the travel section, some ex- y periences along the Yangtse are vividly described, and there is a charming account of a yachting trip through the Chusan archipelago. Of the dramatic sections, two are translations, while one is an orig- inal playlet written after the Chinese manner. The first translation is that of a two-hundred-year-old comedy known as "Borrowing Boots." To those who are unfamiliar with the Chinese drama this will be a revelation in its delightful humor, its withering satire, and its striking delineation of cer- tain Chinese characteristics. But most interesting at this time are the two hitherto unpublished chap- ters on "Missionaries in China" and "Confucian- ism." These were written toward the end of the author's life, and represent his final judgment on these much-discussed matters. The missionary problem is treated from a distinctly pro-Chinese point of view. Recognizing the good accomplished, the writer cannot overlook the political and other evils. The chapter is a frank indictment of the wrongs inflicted upon China by European govern- ments, merchants, and others. The final opinion of this merchant and scholar must be of value: "I may sum up by saying that in my experience with all classes of Chinese and in all parts of China: in business, in pleasure, in travel, in war and in peace: with rebel leaders and their rabble armies, with Imperialist generals and their ill-disciplined troops: with literary pedants: with shrewd bankers, clever merchants, hardy sailors and boatmen and illiterate coolies: steadily comparing our two civili- zations, ever modifying foregone conclusions and never reaching the comfort of absolute conviction: my conclusion is, that the average Chinaman is more forbearing, more tolerant, and in his social relations as much, if not more, Christian than the average Westerner." Some biu of life With n0 aP°logy for assuming that and reflection) sundry personal reminiscences and thereon. certain private opinions and peculiar tastes may seem as interesting and as important to others as to himself, Mr. Charles Macomb Flandrau writes frankly and freely in the first person singular in a series of short and unusually entertaining sketches and essays that originally appeared in "The Bellman," and are now collected to form a book entitled "Prejudices" (Appleton). The style is agreeably suggestive of Mr. A. C. Benson's genially intimate and self-revealing manner, the author making it clear that he has profited by one of Mr. Howells's pieces of advice to young writers — to give expression to what seems most personal and peculiar, since that is what will be read with fullest sympathy by the greatest number of readers A few lines appropriate to the season, we quote from Mr. Flandrau's chapter on "Holidays." He confesses in regard to the Fourth of July: "It now has become for me a day of genuine misery, unless I am happy enough to spend it where it is not 'observed.' In addition to loathing the noise be- cause I can't help it, I more and more every year hate it because I am increasingly depressed by the knowledge of all the so easily preventable mutila- tions with which it is associated; I hate it because of the pain I have known it to inflict upon the sick and dying. . . . While trying to reassure an old dog who had crawled under a bed and collapsed 478 [ June 16, THE DIAL with a nervous chill, while trying to calm the uncon- trollable terror of a steady, sensible, intelligent horse, I have often fervently wished that there had been no Revolution and that we had remained a British colony." One chapter ("Wanderlust") takes the form of a pathetic little story, excellently told, whether the incident be real or only imagined. Another is devoted to a discussion, in dialogue form, of "Ann Veronica." Admirable, too, are the author's observations on servants and his in- dignation against those masters and mistresses who treat them as creatures having no share in our com- mon humanity. In short, the book is replete with good things, and should be read from cover to cover. An Anglo- ^Tm George W. Smalley, for many American years London correspondent of the journaiut. jjew York "Tribune," and later representative of the London "Times" in America, has recently been publishing, in the former paper, his reminiscences of men and events. These sketches have now been put into book form, and ap- pear under the title, "Anglo-American Memories" (Putnam). The author follows no order, either of time or incident, and as a result each sketch stands as a disconnected recollection. Nevertheless, the book is very entertaining reading, for Mr. Smalley has a vivid pen, which gives, at least, the impres- sion made upon a contemporary by such men as Wendell Phillips, Dana, Emerson, Garrison, Sum- ner, and a score of others of the period just before the Civil War. During the war itself, and even to the most recent time, the author has had a journ- alistic position, enabling him to observe at close range the political leaders, both of the United States and of England. As a youth, enthusiastic for the cause of free speech, Mr. Smalley was an ardent defender of Wendell Phillips. He considers the later glorification of Garrison ill-founded. "I cannot recall," he writes, " one single effort of any- thing that could be thought oratory. He was a tiresome speaker. . . . He had a message to de- liver, and he delivered it as a gramophone delivers its messages. . . . His face was both angry and weak. His attitude on the platform was half apologetic and half passionate." This is interest- ing, if not of itself convincing, testimony. Convinc- ing the book is not, in any connection, for the author has apparently made no effort to compare his own impressions with the statements or judgments of historians, and in the matter of names and dates, his memory sometimes plays him false. Thus, in lauding the great abilities of Charles Francis Adams, our Minister to England during the Civil War, he writes: "Adams's greater service consisted in a just menace of war to England if she let loose the Alexandra . . . ," and concludes that the British Ministry "gave way only because Mr. Adams had put the alternative of war before them." It was not the Alexandra that was in question, but the so-called "Laird Rams," and the American his- torian, Rhodes, has proved with apparent conclu- siveness that the British determination to stop the "Rams" was reached some days previous to Adams's ultimatum, and that England in no sense yielded to a threat. But Mr. Smalley would dis- claim, it is to be presumed, exact historical ac- curacy; and, certainly, in suggestiveness and in attractive characterization, based on personal im- pressions, his work has value and much of interest Bpain'.mon Ei8ht Spanish cathedrals — Sala- noteworthv manca (older and younger), Burgos, cathedrait. Avila, Leon, Toledo, Segovia, Seville, and Granada—are described and interpreted in one of those sumptuous volumes which are less, and much more, than a guide-book — Mr. John A. Gade's "Cathedrals of Spain" (Houghton Mifflin Co.). The author, a practising architect of New York City, has recently returned from a close and enthusiastic study of Spanish churches; and with the glow still warming his heart, he has written the story of certain cathedrals which are most typical of the blended glories of Romanesque, Gothic, and Renaissance. The historic charm of Salamanca, and the curious fact that its smaller and older cathedral was left as a sort of buttress to this gigantic new one begun by Ferdinand and Isabella, have naturally given it the first place in Mr. Gade's book. "Grand" and "grandiloquent" are his appropriate adjectives for these two products of different ages. As an architect, the author cannot accept without a murmur the Renaissance lantern raised on the Gothic crown of the new cathedral, though he admits that the two styles have been blended with a harmony hardly to be expected. The noble Cock-tower — Torre del Gallo — of the older cathedral is judiciously praised; and he does not fail to remind us that " it furnished the inspir- ation for our noblest American Romanesque temple — Trinity Church in Boston." Better known to Americans are Burgos, so often the first Spanish cathedral visited, and Seville, with its immensity, its exterior clashings of style, its interior nobility, and its Giralda tower — also an inspiration for America. Avila, from whose gates little St. Teresa "toddled forth " to save the world; Granada, whose cathedral had to await the expulsion of the Moors and so came in as Gothic was dying out; Leon's majestic Gothic, and Toledo's impressive silences — all are finely felt and charmingly described by a sensitive soul with an unusual gift of expression. The book is richly illustrated with half-tones, and in the main is carefully printed—although on page 13 "western " seems inadvertently to have usurped the place of "eastern " in speaking of the apses of Salamanca. Lights and husiness-like directness and ce- thadowt of lerity with which cases at law are, London court,. a8 a ruie) tried in England must have surprised many Americans who have had occasion to look into the matter. The Court of Chancery seems not yet to have developed any amazing rapid- ity in its procedure, but otherwise there is truth in 1911.] 479 THE DIAL Mr. Thomas Learning's statement in the preface to his instructive and readable volume, "A Philadel- phia Lawyer in the London Courts" (Holt): — "The trials, both civil and criminal, will reveal the complete triumph of common sense, and the Englishman will appear at his best in his court, for there he leads the world. The hearty good humor, alacrity and crispness of the proceedings, the ab- sence of declamation but the avoidance of monotony by the proper distribution of emphasis, all combine to delight the practised observer." Mr. Learning's book is the elaboration of an address before the Bar Association of Pennsylvania, an address that was so well received that he subsequently devoted a number of holiday London visits to the amplifi- cation of his remarks. His chapters deal with first impressions, the making of English lawyers and their several kinds of duties, lawyers' fees, the dis- cipline whereby correct standards are maintained, the various sorts of courts, a recent important mur- der trial, extra-metropolitan law practice, and some other general matters. Among the few points of superiority of our own methods over those of English courts is the appointment of counsel for an undefended prisoner. In the course of his interesting account of the trial and conviction of Madar Lai Dhingra, the young student who mur- dered Sir William Hutt Curzon Wyllie and Dr. Cowas Lalcaca, the author remarks that "to an American observer it seemed odd and scarcely a fair practice for a man to be tried for his life unrepresented by counsel learned in the law. . . . To excuse the omission on the ground of the obvious guilt and callousness of the prisoner, is not a sat- isfactory solution, because it would involve pre- judging the issue to be tried." One is reminded of the odium incurred in some quarters by the legally appointed defender of the assassin of Presi- dent McKinley, and of his convincing defense of his acceptance of the appointment As Mr. Learning says, our invariable method in such cases "guards against the possibility of terrible mistakes." The illustrations, six in number, are photographic repro- ductions of sketches in oil from the brush of the author himself. Some pood ^ pleasant chronicle of events and theatrical personages important in the dramatic tmau-taik. history of America is Mr. Daniel Frohman's "Memories of aManager" (Doubleday). For five and twenty years Mr. Frohman has been one of the best known theatrical managers of this country, and his establishment and conduct of the famous old Lyceum Theatre in New York would alone make him a figure to recall with kindli- ness by the many who have enjoyed his ministra- tions in that now historic playhouse. The first part of his book is devoted to reminiscences of the Lyceum venture; he chats of plays and players, tells many piquant anecdotes of Sothern, Gillette, Mansfield, and others, in the days when they were young and aspiring; and he describes the early struggles which led to the establishment of an organization which, everything considered, was a stock company of as equal excellence and sound ideals as any in the records of our stage. It is amusing to hear how Mansfield secured "Candida" from Mr. Bernard Shaw, put it into rehearsal, and then angrily gave the play up, not finding it suited to his needs. When Mr. Frohman saw Mr. Shaw in London, and referred to the fact, Shaw in jocund mood declared that the English company which played it drew a good house the opening night but played to nearly empty benches the remaining nights. He told them to send him royalties for the first night only; but, said he, they persisted in sending the money for each evening's performance. "They can't afford it!" was the unique dramatist's remark. The secor.d part of the volume deals critically, though in brief, with the technique of drama; and here Mr. Frohman has some sensible things to say about the composition of plays, — why they fail, and how the work differs to-day from that of the past He declares that a drama is " a transcript of life either as it exists or in its ideal form as life ought to be," — a definition which few will feel like disputing. Mr. Frohman's chatty record is enlivened with numerous portraits and scenes from familiar dramas. Lovers of the theatre will wish to keep the book for reference after the immediate pleasure of its perusal is over. In its unostentatious way, it is a worthy addition to our theatrical annals. Samuel Butler The tissue of the works of Samuel and PivcMc Butler, now being carried forward Evolution. by Messrs. Dutton, brings with it a rather striking illustration of the vicissitudes of opinion in the realm of science rivalling the re- putedly more capricious fluctuations of aesthetic preference in the field of literature. The re-issue becomes in due measure a vindication; for the trend of opinion in the mooted field of heredity, though unchanging in its aversion to the controversial and carping judgments of a brilliant critic of Darwin and Darwinism, has swung back to a recognition of the pertinence of his views, and the soundness of principles misleadingly and at times fancifully elaborated. "Life and Habit" written in 1877, and "Unconscious Memory" written in 1880, are introduced by Mr. R. A. Streatfeild and Professor Hartog respectively, the critical survey of the latter setting forth the significance of Butler's views in the light of recent biological advance. The question of the inadequacy of the hypothesis of natural selection, and the suggestion of a psychic factor in the transmission process, form the two foci about which the somewhat irregular orbit of Butler's works are described. Whatever the true meaning and value of the hypothesis of an organic or unconscious memory, the ideas of Butler are more than suggestive; they are decidedly stimulating, and to a creditable extent form a permanent con- tribution to the body of significant positions. The 480 [June 16, THE DIAL volumes bear surprisingly well the test of a reap- pearance after a revolutionary progress of thought. The ideas are clothed in an older fashion; but the spirit of their design is at once modern and inter- esting. The situation is but superficially parallel to the remarkable constructive work of Mendel. Yet the one incident recalls the other. Students of biology and of psychology will welcome these admir- ably prepared and executed volumes. They will be read selectively and retrospectively, yet with an appreciation of the vital force to shape opinion and to enter into the balance of judgment, that gives longevity to the productions of able minds. "A rational scheme of connection ioZZZZLre. as should be at the back of every attempt to make choice of the best books " is the aim of Professor Moulton's latest volume. "World-Literature" (Macmillan) is its title, the subject being considered "not in the sense of the sum total of particular literatures, but as a unity, the literary field seen from the point of view of the English-speaking peoples." In accordance with this scheme, the author groups the great books under the "Five Literary Bibles": to wit, the Scriptures, Homer and the Greek Tragedians, Shakespeare, Dante and Milton, and the Faust- Dramas. An introductory chapter, which is cer- tainly too erudite for the class of readers for which the book is intended, sets forth historically "The Literary Pedigree of the English-Speaking Peo- ples," and a sixth division discusses the master- pieces of collateral literatures, Omar and Ossian, Sigurd and the Kalevala. The essay and the lyric receive separate treatment, and a discussion of "Strategetic Points" serves as an annex into which are thrust Plato and Lucretius, Aristophanes, The Romance of the Rose, Reynard the Fox, and Every- man, Malory and Chaucer, Spenser, Froissart and Cervantes, Erasmus and Bacon, Moliere and Racine, Scott, Sienkiewicz, Rabelais, Balzac and Hugo, Byron and Wordsworth. Comparisons are odious, and the list is perhaps as good as most previous ones. The book will have its value for our Reading Clubs and Chautauquas, although many will contest its statement that Morris's "Sigurd the Volsung" "represents perhaps the highest point to which the epic poetry of the world has attained." miu and their "^° 8urely M tne berry indicates the makers, ancient soundness of the root, the flower of and modem. tne 80 does man's last will tell of the goodness or foulness of the heart which con- ceived it," affirms an unnamed author quoted by Mr. Virgil M. Harris in the opening chapter of his elab- orate and learned, but far from unentertaining, work on "Ancient, Curious, and Famous Wills" (Little, Brown & Co.), the first extensive treatise of the sort put forth by an American jurist, so far as we know, and containing the largest number of illus- trative examples, from a great variety of sources, that it has been our fortune to meet with. A chapter on "The Importance of the Last Will and Testa- ment " precedes the variously amusing or instructive examples that are grouped under such heads as "Ancient Wills," "Wills in Fiction and Poetry," "Curious Wills," "Testamentary and Kindred Miscellany," "Wills of Famous Foreigners," and "Wills of Famous Americans." The wills of Virgil, Augustas, Voltaire, Isaak Walton, Paul Revere, Washington, Napoleon, Brigham Young, and in- numerable other persons of note are given either in substance or in full detail. Among the freakish specimens of will-making is mentioned, together with many others, Valentine Tapley's testamentary disposal of his beard, which had grown to the un- precedented length of twelve feet six inches. Tapley, who was a Missourian of Pike County, died a little more than a year ago, and his history is a curious one. Another and more famous Missourian, Mark Twain, appears in Mr. Harris's pages, his will being quoted in part, immediately following that of Henry Clay and preceding that of Grover Cleveland. A full index is appended to this interesting collection of wills. Few books with a more genuine human appeal have been given to the world by bench or bar than this from the pen of the Lecturer on Wills in the St. Louis University Institute of Law. Countel for *vr0 'n literature wiU glean not a the literary few suggestions from the college lec- crafteman. ture8 0f £)r. Frederick Taber Cooper, now published under the caption, "The Craftsman- ship of Writing" (Dodd). The title phrase is to be taken broadly; the book contains no chapter on the theory of the Short-story, nor does it profess to teach the novel in nine lessons. Poeta naseitur— and Dr. Cooper follows the usual practice in de- voting the initial chapter of his book to the neces- sity of inborn talent and its definition. One might criticize the value of his rather indefinite tests of vocation, but after all no literary aspirant is likely to be deterred in this way, nor indeed by anything short of a long series of rejected MSS. Chapters on "Self-Criticism " and " The Author's Purpose" bring us to the practical half of the volume, which takes up successively, and with rather more origi- nality than one would expect in such hackneyed themes, "The Technique of Form," "The Gospel of Infinite Pains," ''The Question of Cleverness," "Style," and "The Technique of Translation " with its value as a literary apprenticeship. The attitude of the author is professional rather than academic, and his numerous quotations — for which an index is provided — are interspersed with bits of his own literary experiences. Altogether the little volume is full of genial counsel; and if the literally-minded reader finds it disappointing, he must remember his experience with previous works of this sort. Only Mr. Hiram Maxim has succeeded in reducing the art of literature to the practical simplicity of the Rule of Three! 1911.J 481 THE DIAL Beginning* of In "The Beginnings of the Ameri- the Revolution can Revolution" (Baker & Taylor in MauachusetU. Co.) Miss Enen Chage ha8 gathered together, in three large volumes, a store of interest- ing information about political and social conditions in Massachusetts during the ten years before the battle of Lexington. The title is too comprehensive, for the author confines her attention almost ex- clusively to the developments in one New England state. The first volume traces the development of public opinion from the Stamp Act to 1774; the second brings the account up to the fight on Lexing- ton Green; and the third is devoted entirely to this first American conflict and the events immediately following. The author has made a fine historical scrap-book, drawing her material from practically all available manuscript and printed sources,—con- temporary memoirs, diaries, broadsides, pamphlets, letters, and newspapers; and has made her nar- rative serve principally as a connective. The docu- ments quoted or condensed represent both sides of the controversy, not only in Massachusetts but in England. The numerous illustrations are good, many being reproductions of contemporary prints and portraits. While the work cannot properly be termed a history of the events described, it will nevertheless be worth much to the scholar as well as to the general reader for the sidelights it throws on the disturbed conditions of the time. BRIEFER MENTION. "English Elements in Jonson's Early Comedy " is the title of a monograph, over three hundred pages in length, by Mr. Charles Read Baskervill. It is pub- lished as a volume in the "humanistic " series of the "Bulletin of the University of Texas." "David Ricardo: A Centenary Estimate," by Pro- fessor Jacob H. Hollander, is a recent publication of the Johns Hopkins Press. Its contents are a course of three lectures given at Harvard a year ago, "to mark the centenary anniversary of the appearance of Ricardo's first important publication." Dr. William Bachus Guitteau's "Government and Politics in the United States" (Houghton) is an up-to- date text-book for high schools that has consider- able originality of plan, and the unusual feature of abundant illustration. It is a very compact book, and contains more matter than is customarily to be found in works of its class. One of the most welcome of recent additions to "Everyman's Library" (Dutton) is the volume of "Chronicles of the Pilgrim Fathers," as edited by Mr. John Masefield. Morton's "New England's Memorial" is the principal feature of this collection, being supplemented by Winslow, Cushman, and John Smith's "New England's Trials." Dr. William Elliot Griffis has added to his works on the Orient a very readable hut quite elementary sketch of the great empire which each day becomes of increasing interest to the western world. "China's Story in Myth, Legend, Art, and Annals " (Houghton Mifflin Co.) is offered merely as an outline which may lead to a further study of so fascinating a subject. As such, the little volume is very welcome, for any work that will help Americans to understand and appreciate the many estimable qualities of their neighbors beyond the Pacific performs a real service. Mr. Reuben Post Hal leek's "History of American Literature" (American Book Co.) is a companion vol- ume to the text-book of English literature that has been widely used and favorably regarded in our high schools during the past ten years or more. It is a painstaking work, attractive in its methods of presen- tation and well-considered in its estimates. "Farm Accounting and Biisiness Methods " is the title of a text book prepared by Mr. J. A. Bexell of the Oregon Agricultural College for use in a course on farm man- agement offered by the Home Correspondence School, Springfield, Mass. The author aims to offer such in- struction as will enable the farmer to employ thorough- going business methods in all his operations. Sugges- tions for organization and cooperation among farmers are also given, and questions having to do with raising the standard of living on the farm are tentatively touched upon. A book of printed forms and model financial statements accompanies the text. It is a little late — being thirty years after the orig- inal publication in its final form — for the " Ferdinand Lassalle " of Dr. Georg Brandes to appear in English, but it is now given us by the Macmillan Co. in the form of publication which they have previously given to the author's " Main Currents " and other works. It is probably the most interesting book about Lassalle ever written (excepting " The Tragic Comedians "), and even at this late day, when Lassalle's socialism seems very old-fashioned, and the great year of revolution belongs almost to ancient history, its accuracy, its sym- pathy, and its critical penetration make it well worth reading. The following German texts are of interest to the teaching profession: A new edition of Professor Camillo von Klenze's "Deutsche Gedichte" (Holt); Meissner's "Das Marchen von Heute" (Holt), edited by Dr. Morton C. Stewart; "Deutsche Wirtschaft" (Holt), a volume of selections from Loening and Arndt, edited by Dr. John A. Bole; an abridgment of Sudermann's "Frau Sorge" (Heath), edited by Professors Eugene Leser and Carl Osthaus; Hebbel's "Agnes Bernauer" (Frowde), edited by Professor Camillo von Klenze; Hans Hoffmann's "Iwan der Schreckliche und Sein Hund" (Frowde), edited by Dr. Charles Marshall Poor; and " Drei Wochen in Deutschland" (Frowde), a reading-book by Professor D. L. Savoy. A classified and annotated list of " Books by Catholic Authors in the Carnegie Library of Pittsburgh" has been prepared by Mr. Harrison W. Craver, the librarian, with the aid of several competent assistants. Only works in English and Latin are included, as the neces- sary expert assistance for a more complete list was un- obtainable. Fiction and juvenile literature come at the end of the topical classification, and an alphabetical author index, exclusive of fiction, is added. A list of "Publications of the Library now in Print," but not necessarily from Catholic pens, closes the book, which is admirably executed and makes a substantial octavo pamphlet of 243 pages, serviceably bound in stiff paper. An unusual and unnecessary feature is the repetition of the author's name (except in the author index) before each of his works. The annotations are both descriptive 482 [June 16. THE DIAL, and critical, original and selected. The work seems to be a safe and excellent guide for those who dare not trust themselves to the uncertainties, in matters of faith, of the general catalogue. "Die Verlorene Tochter," a pleasant " Humoreske" by Ernst Wichert, edited by Mr. E. H. Babbitt, is published by Messrs. Henry Holt & Co., as is also "Kindertranen," a pair of tales by Ernst von Wieden- bruch, now edited by Dr. A. E. Vestling. For the Messrs. Heath, Mr. A. Kenngott has edited Konrad Ferdinand Meyer's historical novelette, "Jiirg Jenatsch," and Mr. Bayard Quincy Morgan has edited Petri Rosegger's "Der Lex von Gutenhag." More familiar German texts are afforded by Professor Bert John Vos and Professors Handschin and Liibke. The former has edited "Wilbelm Tell " for Messrs Ginn & Co., and the latter have edited for the American Book Co. the idyllic story of "Audifax und Hadumoth," extracted from the " Ekkehard" of Victor Scheffel. As a companion volume to the lectures on science, philosophy, and art, that were collected a year or so ago by Columbia University, that institution now gives us a volume of " Lectures on Literature." They were delivered last year by members of the faculty, and are grouped under such captions as "Literary Epochs," "Oriental Literatures," and "Modern Literatures." Professor Brander Matthews opens with an address on "Approaches to Literature," and the closing lecture is Professor Spingarn's "Literary Criticism," to which we paid our respects some weeks ago. Between these two there are sixteen others, by such authorities as Pro- fessors Jackson, Hirth, Page, Thomas, and Trent. The lectures were prepared for the general public, but they make no unwortby concessions, and stand upon a high academic plane. NOTK8. Mr. H. C. Merwin has recently completed a life of Bret Harte, and the work will be issued next Autumn by the Houghton Mifflin Co. Mr. M. A. DeWolfe Howe is engaged upon a life of Bishop Hare, apostle to the Sioux, which will be issued in the Autumn by the Sturgis & Walton Co. "The Empresses of Rome," by Dr. Joseph McCabe, and a new Life of Vasari, by Mr. Robert W. Carden, A. R. I. B. A., are announced for immediate publication by Messrs. Henry Holt & Co. Miss Lilian Whiting has revised and brought down to date her well-known book on Boston literary and social life entitled "Boston Days," and the new edition has just been published in handsomely illustrated form by Messrs. Little, Brown, & Co. Toward the end of the present month, the Century Co. will publish a new novel by Mr. Morley Roberts, an English writer better known in England than in this country. "Thorpe's Way" is a satire on middle-class social conventionalities and a jolly love story, of a style to invite comparison with Mr. George Bernard Shaw. It is interesting to note that German readers are beginning to realize the genius of George Meredith. Some of his novels have lately been translated into German, three booklets on him were published last year, and Dr. Ernest Dick has just brought out a study of the Englishman, which is to be taken, he says, for a mere forerunner of an exhaustive critical work. He declares that Meredith "is richer than all the others—of his treasures there is no end"; and he adds, " In times to come he will be spoken of in one breath with Ibsen and Tolstoy." The "Kilmarnock" Burns — " Poems Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect," published in 1786 — has been re- printed in type-facsimile at the Oxford Press, and is about to be added to the "Oxford Library of Prose and Poetry." In this library other early editions of poems have been similarly revived, including' the work of Gray, Shelley, Keats, Browning, and others. It is reported that Madame Marguerite Audoux. the author of " Marie-Claire," is engaged upon a long novel, which will give a picture of the lives of shop- girls and factory-girls in Paris. She has also in hand a shorter work called "La Valserine." The scene is laid in the Department of Jura, and the book deals with smuggling on the eastern frontier. The Putnams will soon publish a valuable contribu- tion to the history of the Mexican War in the collected letters of Robert Anderson, then Captain 3rd Artillery, U. S. A., written to his wife and family with almost daily regularity during the months of advance against the enemy. The book will bear the title " An Artillery Officer in the Mexican War," and will contain a pre- fatory word by the author's daughter, Eba Anderson Lawton. The forthcoming " Swanston" edition of Stevenson's works, to which we referred in our last issue, will con- contain a considerable amount of hitherto unpublished material. There will be a general introduction by Mr. Andrew Lang; and all of the letters, as recently pub- lished in four volumes by the Messrs. Scribner, will be included. Unlike the previous limited editions of Stevenson, the "Swanston" set is to be published at a very moderate price. "The Book of Buried Treasure" is the title of a volume by Mr. Ralph D. Paine, which will be published at an early date. It gives an account of treasure lost or buried by pirates and others in the Spanish Main and other parts of the New World. Mr. Paine also describes some of the attempts made to recover treasure, the most successful being that of Sir William Phipps, who raised $15,000,000 in gold and silver ingots from a pirate craft in the West Indies. One of the most interesting and welcome announce- ments that have come to us this year is that of an exhaustive biography of John Ruskin, to be written by his friend and editor, Mr. E. T. Cook. For several years past Mr. Cook has been going over all the avail- able material relating to Ruskin, in connection with his editorship of the splendid Library Edition of the com- plete works, issued by Mr. George Allen; and no one is bo well qualified as he to prepare the definitive life of Ruskin. We understand that the forthcoming work will be published in this country by the Macmillan Co. The wide-spread and continually increasing popular interest in fine prints offers ample justification for such a publication as " The Print-Collector's Quarterly," the second number of which has just come to us from Messrs. Frederick Keppel & Co., the well-known print dealers of New York. This July issue is largely de- voted to wood-engraving, containing articles on this subject by the two foremost American wood-engravers, Mr. Timothy Cole and Mr. Henry Wolf. The work of these two men is discussed in an essay by Mrs. Elisa- beth Luther Cary; and there are also contributions 1911.] 483 THE DIAL on "The Printing of Wood-Engravings" by Mr. Theodore L. De Vinne, and "The Advantages of Wood-Engraving for Magazine Illustration" by Mr. W. A. Bradley. All these articles are accompanied by numerous illustrations. The Autobiography of Tom L. Johnson, prepared during the last months of his life, will doubtless consti- tute one of the most interesting of next Autumn's pub- lications. Some of the chapters will appear serially in one of the popular magazines, and later the entire work will be issued in book form by Mr. B. W. Huebsch. In this connection we note the announcement of " Tom L. Johnson — A Man of the People," by Mr. Carl Lorenz, to be published shortly by Messrs. A. S. Barnes & Co. Among forthcoming historical works of importance we note that Messrs. Constable of London are bringing out the long-promised work on the "Royal Daughters of England," by Mr. H. Murray Lane, His Majesty's Chester Herald of Arms, the fruit of his labors for more than half a century. The unique opportunities the author has enjoyed of access not only to the great European libraries, but to a large number of private records hitherto unexplored, will doubtless contribute to make his two large quarto volumes a most valuable personal history of the royal and illustrious families of Europe, covering a period of nearly ten centuries. There has been a complete reorganization of the management of the John Lane Company, of New York, and the former administrative heads are no longer connected with the company. Mr. Lane has just sailed for England after having spent a month in this country looking after the affairs of the company affecting a reorganization. Mr. Walter A. Johnson, formerly Manager of "The International Studio," has been chosen to the Vice Presidency and Managing Director- ship of the company, and Mr. J. Jefferson Jones, formerly with J. B. Lippincott Company of Philadel- phia, is to be the chief managing editor for the company. Mr. George Moore's "Ave 1 Salve! Vale !" is now complete, and we may expect its publication next Autumn. It is said that many of the leading Irishmen both in politics and literature — Mr. W. B. Yeats, Mr. George Russell, Lady Gregory, Sir Horace Plunkett, Dr. Sigerson, Mr. William O'Brien, Mr. Tim Healy, and others — figure in the volume. They appear without any attempt at disguise, though many of the incidents in which they play a part are imaginary. Mr. Moore is also collaborating with Mr. S. L. Robinson in a dramatic version of his best-known novel, "Esther Waters." The second group of ten volumes in Messrs. Holt's "Home University Library," to be ready in July, will be made up of the following volumes: "The Science of Wealth," by J. A. Hobson, M.A.; " Health and Dis- ease," by W. Leslie Mackenzie, M.D.; "Introduction to Mathematics," by A. N. Whitehead, D.Sc; "The Animal World," by F. W. Gamble, D.Sc; "Evolu- tion," by J. Arthur Thomson, M.A., and Patrick Geddes, M.A.; "Liberalism," by L. T. Hobhouse, M.A.; "The Opening Up of Africa," by H. H. Johnston, D. Sc.; "Medieval Europe," by H. W. C. Davis, M.A.; "Crime and Insanity," by C. A. Mercier, F. R.C.S.; "Moham- medanism," by D. S. Margoliouth, M.A. Alexander H. R. Eraser, librarian of the Cornell Uni- versity College of Law, died last month after eighteen years of expert and devoted service at his post. His knowledge of the bibliography of the law was extraord- inary, and he had succeeded in building up the library under his charge from sixteen thousand to forty-two thou- sand volumes, making it second only to Harvard among the law-school libraries of the country. He seems to have had a passion for complete collections of all exist- ing editions of the standard law works, and was like a sleuth hound in the fatal certainty with which he would at last run down the object of his pursuit. But his in- terests were not confined to his specialty — he was a wide and appreciative reader, and, in his intercourse with young men, stimulative of what was best in them as stu- dents, readers, and thinkers. List of New Books. [The following list, containing 84 titles, includes books received by The Dial since its last issue.] BIOGRAPHY AND REMINISCENCES. The Mother of Goethe. By Margaret Reeks. Illustrated in photogravure, etc.. 8vo. 312 paces. John Lane Co. $8.50 net Reminiscences and Letters of Joseph and Arnold Toyn- bee. Edited by Gertrude Toynbee. Illustrated, 12mo, 193 pages. London: Henry J. Glaisher. HISTORT. Origin and Growth of the American Constitution: An Historical Treatise. By Hannis Taylor, xvo, 676 pages. Houghton Mifflin Co. $4. net. An Historical Relation of Ceylon, together with Somewhat Concerning Severale Remarkable passages of my life that hath hapned Since my Deliverance out of my Captivity. By Robert Knox. Illustrated in photogravure, etc.. 8vo, 460 pages. Glasgow: James Mac Lehose and Sons. 13.26 net. The End of the Irish Parliament. By Joseph R. Fisher. Xvo. 316 pages. Longmans. Green, & Co. $3. net. • Travels In the Confederation, 1783-1784. By Johann David Schoepf; translated and edited by Alfred J. Morrison. In two volumes. With portrait, 12mo. Philadelphia: William J.Campbell. $6. net. Three Tears In the Confederate Horse Artillery. By George M. Neese. 12mo, 862 pages. Neale Publishing Co. $2. net. A Documentary History of American Industrial Society. Edited by John R. Commons, Ulrich B. Phillips, Eugene A. Gilmore, Helen L. Sumner, and John B. Andrews. Prepared under the auspices of the American Bureau of Industrial Research with the cooperation of the Carnegie Institution of Washington; with a Preface by Richard T. Ely, and an Introduction by John B. Clark. Vol. X.: Labor Movement. With frontispiece, 8vo, 370 pages. Cleveland, O.: Arthur H. Clark Co. Naval Actions of the War of 1812. By James Barnes. New edition. Illustrated, 8vo, 263 pages. Harper & Brothers. $2. GENERAL LITERATURE. The Corner of Harley Street: Being Some Familiar Corres- pondence of Peter Harding, M.D. 12mo, 271 pages. Hough- ton Mifflin Co. $1.25 net. A Study in Southern Poetry. By Henry Jerome Stockard. 8vo, 346 pages. Neale Publishing Co. $2.50 net. Letters that Live. Selected and edited by Laura E. Lock- wood and Amy R. Kelly. 16mo. 253 pages. Henry Holt & Co. Cloth. $1.60; leather, $2.50 net. The Collected Works of Ambrose Blerce. Edited and arranged by the author. In ten volumes. 8vo. Vol. V., 381 pages. New York: Neale Publishing Co. $2.50. DRAMA AND VERSE. The Weavers: A Drama of the Forties. By Gerhart Haupt- mann. 12mo. 148 pages. B. W. Huebsch. $1. net. The Silver Age: A Dramatic Poem. By Arthur E. J. Legge. 12mo, 136 pages. John Lane Co. $1.25 net. Songs of Cy Warm an. 12mo, 177 pages. Boston: Rand Avery Co. $1. net. 484 [June 16, THE DIAL FICTION. In Her Own Bight. By John Reed Scott. With illustrations in color, 12mo. 338 pages. J. B. Lipplncott Co. 11.25 net. Defender of the Faith. By Marjorie Bowen. 12mo, 366 pages. E. P. Button A Co. $1.35 net. The Return. By Walter de la Mare. 12mo. 854 pages. G. P. Putnam's Sons. $1.25 net. The Exception. By Oliver Onions. 12mo, 331 pages. John Lane Co. $1.50. The Trail of the Axe. 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