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his story to an exiled Russian Jew, whose side by side. The author has both a fine acquaintance he made shortly after the exile sense of humor and, what often goes with landed in America. He has gone also to this, a generous sympathy, so that in the published records of Russian treatment of very informal pictures of what she sees Jews, and has endeavored to make his tale there is something more than cleverness at a consistent narrative of the fortunes of a work ; there is a genuine humanism. One Jew in Russia from boyhood to manhood. readily accepts the temper in which the He shows skill in the handling of his ma- book is written, and recognizes the good terial, and, though moved by the incidents humor with which these little studies in which he narrates, does not lose his self- life are dashed off. The demands made control as a writer. - Ivan the Fool, A Lost by the reader when he drops into the book Opportunity, and Polikushka, by Count Leo are easily met, and he is rather satisfied Tolstoy. (Webster.) A small volume of with what he gets than made to pursue the three tales ; the first setting forth the au- writer with restless importunity for somethor's communistic ideas, the second a pic- thing greater, more ambitious. A sketch ture of peasant life, the third the story in the Ideal, a Romance. (Lippincott.) of the servant of a nobleman. — The Man The sketch is so faint that the reader has from Nowhere, by Flora Haines Loughead. some difficulty in making out the outline, (C. A. Murdock & Co., San Francisco.) and when he has found the story he has lost Mrs. Loughead is trying an interesting ex- his interest. The materials for a tragedy periment in publishing single-number sto- are used in making a sentimental reverie. ries, which one would naturally expect to Recent books in paper are : The Anarchfind in magazines, separately in a month- ists, a Picture of Civilization at the Close ly series which she entitles The Gold Dust of the Nineteenth Century, by John Henry Series. This little tale would not be over- Mackay, with a Portrait of the Author and looked if it appeared in a magazine. — a Study of his Works, by Gabriele Reuter, Holiday Stories, by Stephen Fiske. (B. R. - translated from the German by George Tucker, Boston.) Nine short stories in a Schumm (B. R. Tucker, Boston); Morpaper cover. They are lively trifles. phine, a Tale of the Present Day, by DuThaïs, by Anatole France. Translated by but De Laforest '(the Waverly Co., New A. D. Hall. (Nile C. Smith Publishing York); Evelyn's Career, by the Author of Co., Chicago.) We have already noticed My Wife's Niece (Harpers). this book in its original dress. We cannot Books for Young People. Left to Themsay that the English adds any charm to the selves, being the Ordeal of Philip and work. - Tales of Three Centuries, by Mi- Gerald, by Edward Irenæus Stevenson. chael Zagoskin. Translated from the Rus- (Hunt & Eaton, New York.) Mr. Stevensian by Jeremiah Curtin. (Little, Brown & son, in a brief preface, pleads for a closer Co.) Mr. Curtin in his interesting and help attention to character in books for the ful Introduction, which the reader may take young. The preface reads a little oddly up at the end as well as at the beginning when taken in connection with a story which with profit, relates with fine power some appeals almost wholly to love of exciteof his own Russian experiences. The tales ment. A boat race, an attempt at kidnapimpress one by the skill with which the ping, a steamboat explosion, a shipwreck, English language has been employed in ren- life on an apparently deserted island, the dering what is so foreign in form as the discovery of a forger, — these and incidents Russian. There is a singular chatter, which like these do not preclude appeals to the falls on the ear like an imperfectly under- reason and to students of character, but we stood speech, very common in Russian tales, are bound to say that we do not believe the and seen at its extreme in this book. The young readers of this book will be set to stories, if one can penetrate the foreign skin, thinking because of it. It will stir them, as will be found interesting, though hardly an involved story of adventure easily may absorbing. - Ryle's Open Gate, by Susan stir them, but the hero will appear as the Teackle Moore. (Houghton.) A lightly stuff of which heroes in such adventures connected series of sketches portraying life usually are made. — The Chase of the Meand characteristics in an obscure Long Island teor, and Other Stories, by Edwin Lassetter village, where native and exotic life go ou Bynner. (Little, Brown Co.) A collec

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tion of eleven lively stories. The author itself to one who believes that books for the
tries direct narrative, nonsense, and fancy young should be temporary affairs, used up
by turn. He is possibly a little too afraid of in youth.
being dull. – Mr. Richard Harding Davis Literature and Criticism. Dr. Henry Van
in his Stories for Boys (Scribners) displays Dyke has brought out a second edition of
much the same spirit as in his stories for The Poetry of Tennyson (Scribners), in
older readers ; the difference lies in the which, besides other revision, he includes
choice of subjects, which for the most part two new chapters : Fruit from an Old Tree,
have to do with boy life, and in a looser in which he treats of Tennyson's latest
structure, as if he felt that too much art poems, and on the Study of Tennyson.
might weaken the force of his narrative. Messrs. A. C. McClurg & Co., of Chi-
There is a burly good nature in the feeling, cago, have been making some noticeably at-
a vim, an almost headlong eagerness, which tractive editions of books which have stood
ought to endear these stories to the hearts the test of time. Among them are Scott's
of youngsters. Nor does the author mis The Lady of the Lake and Byron's Childe
take mere muscular energy for manliness, Harold. The editor has sought to reproduce
but shows in

many
delicate

ways

how close the author's work without intruding his own ly allied are bravery and tenderness. -- A notes or criticism. Thus he does a service New Mexico David, and Other Stories and to students by giving Byron's preface to the Sketches of the Southwest, by Charles F. first and second cantos, and his dedicatory Lummis. (Scribners.) Nearly a score of letter. Another work of great interest to short sketches of character and adventure, readers who remember the furore produced in which Pueblo Indians, throwing the lasso, by it forty years ago is Charles Auchester, rounding up, New Mexican games, and other by Elizabeth Sheppard. This has been relively frontier subjects are treated in an produced in two neat volumes, with an inoffhand, friendly, and attractive manner by troduction and notes by that competent one who draws upon his own experience musical critic, Mr. George P. Upton. For and observation, not upon a chance visit, it is as a musical novel that the book had but in several years of residence. Amer such vogue, and the slight knowledge which ican Football, by Walter Camp. (Harpers.) people had of the author intensified the inMr. Camp has written, and is still writing, terest ; for Miss Sheppard was in her sixa good deal on this subject. Perhaps this teenth year when she completed this romay explain why the little book halts be

She died young, having written tween the two courses of a book for experts but one other novel, Counterparts. Two and a book for on-lookers. Yet each class contributions from her pen also appeared in will find something of interest in it, and The Atlantic. The book should be read by the portraits of thirty-one heroes of the the young, though we sometimes fear that field will be scanned attentively by young the young of this day have been so inocuAmerica. It will be noticed that these por lated with the spirit of criticism that they traits are sometimes of the head, never of are not quite as receptive of enthusiastic the toe exclusively, and more often of the crudities as their parents and grandparents whole figure ; this proportion seems to be

The publication of the Latest Litcorrect. - The volume of St. Nicholas for erary Essays and Addresses of James Rus1891 is broken into two bound parts. (The sell Lowell (Houghton) deepens one's sense Century Co.) It may be said of this maga

of the loss which American letters has suszine in general that it aims at breaking tained in Mr. Lowell's death ; for in these down the distinction between literature for papers, written for the most part after the the young and literature for maturer read- anthor's release from diplomatic duties, ers by its appeal to a literary and artistic there is such mellowness of expression, such sense. - Harper's Young People for 1891 ripeness of thought, and so genuine a sym(Harpers) suggests the difference between pathy with current movements that there weekly and monthly publication in a greater is no hint of decadence of power, and one number of short papers. The size of the can scarcely help thinking, All this and page also permits a greater breadth of illus more we might have enjoyed for half a tration. This weekly has a sturdy, matter score of years longer. — The third volume of-fact character about it which commends of Mr. Crump's edition of Landor's Im

mance.

were.

aginary Conversations (Macmillan) has the the series of dialogues of Literary Men is additional attraction of an engraving of begun. As this portion includes Southej Bewick's portrait of Landor, which gives and Porson and Johnson and Horne Tooke, with extraordinary force the viciousness of the reader has a good opportunity of noting Landor's temper. The dialogues of Sov- Landor's caprices and his sudden keen litéreigns and Statesmen are completed, and erary perceptions.

THE CONTRIBUTORS' CLUB.

Sweets for

HEAVEN has blessed me with a old S- 's hated schoolroom; and the letScholars. friend, an honest, plodding Hel- ter containing them was registered, at my lenophile, who digs, as Adam may be sup- request, at the post office in Rhodes: so that posed to have done, for love of it. When the whole thing must have seemed to him I heard from him, last summer, he was modern and irreverent enough. With great where he intends to spend the rest of his diffidence, and conscious that I am not life : not in his native Brattleboro, but in myself, like Mr. Andrew Lang, a poet of the Archipelago. Never was a man deeper the winning Alexandrian breed, I submit in his vocation. His talk is all, like the the following close translations of Folsom's gentle king's,

waifs and strays. They begin with three - " of graves, of worms and epitaphs," epitaphs, over which Professor W— and I although he was ever a most cheerful wight. have made many blind and daring guesses, His spade and his peering spectacles have and which are enough like Meleager's affecmade close acquaintance with the under- tionate accents to “tease us out of thought.” surface of Greece, and with the Grecian- The third, moreover, is interesting as corized borders of Asia and Africa. The re- roborated evidence of the suspicion of imsults seem to me already very considerable. mortality among the “poor heathen.” I am proud to be the first to print several

"Ere the Ferryman from the coast of spirits brief verses, unknown to Cephalas in his

Turn the diligent oar that brought thee thither, convent, which Folsom has found, some- Soul, remember; and leave a kiss upon it times in absolute preservation, on burial

For thy desolate father, for thy sister, stones and urns of the first and second

Whichsoever be first to cross hereafter." centuries before Christ. So jealous has he

“Upon thy level tomb till windy winter dawn, grown since he set out upon his archæo

The fallen leaves delay; logical travels (patient journeys, doubling But plain and pure their trace is, when themselves are and crossing on themselves, within a radius

From delicate frost away. of less than seven hundred miles) that I doubt whether he intends, at any time, to " As here to transient frost the absent leaf is, such give these precious fragments, in their ori

Thou wert and art to me; ginal state, to the public. As poems, he

So on my passing life is thy long-passëd touch,

O dear Alcithoë!” hardly knows what value to put upon them; as relics of a grand civilization, he is their

"Jaffa ended, Cos begun confirmed worshiper. But Folsom has too

Thee, Aristeus; thou wert one cautious a mind to bring forth a book on

Fit to trample out the sun :

Who shall think thine ardors aro the subject; and he has, besides, the Hora

But a cinder in a jar ? " tian dread : he would not wish to be “in every gentleman's library." Meanwhile, it The lines on a victor in the foot races was easy for me to persuade him to let me I please myself by attributing to Leonidas use a few of the inscriptions in a magazine of Tarentum. Folsom, on the other hand, which he is still disposed to read. I have thinks it perfectly blasphemous to speenthem before me, copied on gray paper, in late on the authorship of such gifts of the his own crabbed hand which has changed gods. This is as happy-hearted a funeral not at all since we were boys together in song as any that has come down to us :

torn

" Here lies one in the earth who scarce of the earth to belong to the third rather than to the

was moulded; Wise Æthalides' son, himself no lover of study,

second century. Some of the inscriptions Cnopus, asleep, indoors, the young invincible runner. were pieced together with extreme difficulThey from the cliff footpath that see on the grave ty. A few, such as that of a certain Agawe made him,

thon, a portion of whose princely tomb lay Tameless, slant in the wind, the bare, the beautiful iris, Stop short, full of delight, and shout forth, 'See, it is

flat on the beach under the crags of Paros, Cnopus

were wholly undecipherable ; and I will try Runs, with white throat forward, over the sands to

to think, therefore, that they do not rank Chalcis!""

with the eight I have given, full of the It is to be observed how vaingloriously semi-tropic fragrance of dying Greece. We the unknown author gets in his slap at owe this little quarry of a twenty years' Æthalides, a kind, slow, round-shouldered hunt to a Vermont Yankee ; to no expediold fellow, no doubt, like Folsom, for all tion other than Folsom's love and zeal. La the world. My best Grecian, Professor science cherche; l'amour a trouvé. W-, is greatly taken with what some Friendship’s – I should like to lay before the poet (could it be Palladas ?) has to say of Question. members of the Club, who cera young child. The epitaph has much of tainly may be said to belong to the thoughtthe early Spartan spirit :

ful and thinking men and women of our "I laid the strewings, sweetest, on thine urn;

land, a question that has puzzled me long I lowered the torch, I poured the cup to Dis.

and sorely. Now hushaby, my little child, and learn

Is it possible for us, in love or friendship, Long sleep how good it is.

to give ourselves too much, or to give too “In vain thy mother prays, wayfaring hence,

much of ourselves, — whichever form you Peace to her heart, where only heartaches dwell; prefer, - especially where the other person But thou more blest, O wild intelligence ! is less responsive, either from greater natuForget her, and farewell."

ral reserve, or less depth and strength of And here again, I say to myself, is Cal- feeling ? Too much of our hearts and souls, limachus, lover of little things perfected I mean ; for I do not refer to the kind of with large meanings. It is a pity that this affection that shows itself in any personal flute-sigh should not be in the Anthology, demonstrativeness, but to that spiritual as indeed it may have been, long ago : love only, which can and does exist very “Light thou hast of the moon,

strongly, even between people who rarely, if Shade of the dammar-pine,

ever, meet face to face. Must we always Here on thy hillside bed: Fair befall thee, O fair

jealously reserve something, always hold Lily of womanhood,

Self so precious, — the Self that all our Patient long, and at last

own noblest instincts, as well as all the Happier; ah, Blæsilla!”

teachings of the Christian religion, bid us Two more end the list, the former in “to put behind us,” that we never dare, sapphics :

freely and without stint, to give it all ?

Personally I am greatly inclined to agree “Hail, and be of comfort, thou pious Xeno, Late the urn of many a kinsman wreathing;

with the noble words of a friend, who On thine own shall even the stranger offer says : “ Friendship, certainly, is a gift of Plentiful myrtle.”

God. And our reserves upon the subject, "Me, deep-tressed meadows, take to your loyal keep

our fears as well, lest we may abandon ouring,

selves too much to the influence of our Hard by the swish of sickles ever in Aulon sleeping, friends, belong too much to the materialism Philophron, old and tired, and glad to be done with

in which we live." But I have another reaping."

friend, - a woman no longer young in years, The Aulon mentioned, Folsom tells me, though very much so in feeling, impulsive, is not Aulon at the head of the Illyrian intense, and imaginative, and something of bay, but the Aulon of the peninsula, much a poet, — who has suffered keenly from farther south, on the same west coast. The unreserved abandonment of self all her um of Aristeus was discovered under a stall life. She has had various friendships, to outside Alexandria itself, and that of Xeno, which she, on her side, brought all the paswho seems to have been a survivor of bat- sionate fervor of her nature ; and in all tles or some other public sorrow, is judged these she says she knows she has “ given herself too much," for sooner or later she mistake. You and he may even be reconhas invariably come to grief in them all. ciled at my expense. It is certainly awkBut there seems no remedy for it, for ward to know two persons who may chance “ thus was she made.” She cannot do any- to call on me simultaneously ; but the serthing by halves. If she gives her soul at vant may be instructed to ask one to wait all, she gives it wholly.

till the other has left, and I can take care Now is there in this

any sin against the never to invite them together. What would Holy Ghost, that must be punished by be most unwise would be to attempt to “ fierce pangs of fire"? Will some one reconcile them. This should never be done kindly offer a solution of the problem ? unasked, and should seldom be done even Love me, hate - If you have a large, perhaps if one of the adversaries requests it. my Enemies.

even if you have only a small The late W. E. Forster, who ruled Irecircle of friends, that circle includes per- land under Mr. Gladstone in 1880, had been sons at variance with one another. In such friendly, in the pre-Parnellite days, with cases nothing is commoner than that they Mr. Justin McCarthy as a journalist. When should expect you to espouse their quar- the latter suddenly entered Parliament as rel, or at least to disown their adversary. Parnell's lieutenant, Forster “cut” him. Friends' friends are not usually found very Now both were on visiting terms with a prepossessing, because our acquaintance lady, and at her receptions they sometimes with them does not arise spontaneously; met. She was anxious that they should be and A does not resent it if you decline to reconciled, and essayed to introduce them adopt his favorites B, C, D, but he does to each other. They bowed stiffly, but did resent your continuance of friendship with not exchange a word. Sometimes the lady, X, Y, Z, after they have become his ene- seated between them and talked to by both mies.

simultaneously, found the situation embarNow is not this a little unreasonable? rassing ; but she had shown want of tact If I value the friendship both of A and X, in trying to reconcile them. Liking both, why should I renounce either of them? Of regretting their estrangement, mentally course, if I clearly see that one of them blaming Forster, she should have resigned has acted unhandsomely, I remonstrate herself to facts. It would have been hard, with him, and, if remonstrance is ineffec- if Forster had called upon her, to choose tual, I may feel it a duty to “cut” him, on between his friendship and Mr. McCarthy's. account of the light thrown by the quar- Although he did not go this length, he rel on his real character ; but in the vast probably felt a little annoyed at her evident majority of cases I either see fault on both opinion that he was in the wrong. Curisides, or cannot profess to judge the right ously enough, Mr. McCarthy ended by beand wrong of the dispute. I cannot, it ing the opponent, or at least the rival, of may be, help siding mentally with one or the very man his intimacy with whom had the other, or at least cannot help thinking alienated Forster. Mr. Gladstone has nothat one is more to blame than the other; toriously lost many of his oldest friends by but why should I mix myself up in the his alliance with the Home Rulers. Happy quarrel ? No doubt it is disagreeable to the country where political differences are have a name tabooed in conversation ; no not so heated as to sever friendships. In doubt it would be better that my friends any war, a neutral is almost sure to disshould be regarded by you with favor or please the belligerents, so difficult is it to indifference ; but this is an impracticable hold the scales of neutrality even. In the ideal, and we must take the world as we wars of the French Revolution, America, find it. It is one thing, moreover, to begin though anxious to hold aloof, was on the an intimacy with your enemy; it is quite verge of war with France, and was forced another thing to retain the friendship of into war with England. In our civil war, a man who has become your enemy, but England disappointed both North and South. whom I continue to respect. If you expect If England and Russia, the wbale and the me to turn against your enemy, you may elephant, as Bismarck called them, should expect me, on your changing your mind, to ever fall out, the United States would recome back to him, and may reproach me main the friend of both; yet both would with having indorsed or encouraged your perhaps feel irritation at the continued

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