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the first announcement of "Heart Throbs" six years ago has come the
most fascinating experience ever allotted to publishers. This book, containing 840 selections made from the contributions of 52,000 people, has become a classic in thousands of homes and libraries. The simple bringing together of the favorite selections of the people has far transcended the results of any mere literary or editorial compilation. It has been an astonishing revelation to litterateurs, and was the inception of a series of volumes entitled "Books the People Built," which have met with nation-wide favor and have extended to all parts of the globe where the English language is read. The thousands of letters received after the publication of the first volume of "Heart Throbs," asking why this or that favorite was not included, almost demanded the compilation of a second volume to include favorites which were advocated with enthusiastic commendations and almost pathetic pleadings.
"Heart Throbs No. II" is the fitting sequel to "Heart Throbs No. I." It contains the voluntary contribution of thousands, many of whom participated in making the first "Heart Throbs." The selections have been made upon the same basis as before. The judges have considered not only the number of times each selection was sent in, but the letters and story of the contribution in its personal aspect as presented by the contributors. If only a fraction of the thousands of letters that have been received with these "Heart Throbs" could here be reproduced, it would reveal something of the great welling up of heart feeling which the work on this book has evoked.
The committee have stated that there is more of what is termed "literature" in this second volume than in its predecessor, but the contents have come through the same channels-the estimates of the people themselves-from the small boy or girl in school, whose atribution is copied off with a dash in the buoyant hand of youth, to the dear old grandather and grandmother in serene old age, who with tremulous hands cut from their treasured scrap-books the selection that is to them a real "heart throb" fraught with tender memories. It was noted that more recent prose and poetry was submitted for "Heart Throbs No. II" than for the first volume. This fact is significant of the increasing influence of newspapers and periodicals in attracting literature that endures. The old school-books, with lines that ring strangely familiar, were consulted by some, but many of the young people who have participated in "Heart Throbs No. II" have chosen the work of contemporary authors as representing their "heart throb.' The active co-operation of the young indicates a healthful and wholesome growth of heart sentiment among the people of all ages, and proves conclusively that the enduring quality of all effort must be propelled by the vital heart power. Favorite selections of ambassadors, senators, governors, diplomats and public men are again included; those of farmers, laborers and workingmen-men and women in all walks of life have sent in the bit of verse or prose that touched the heart.
In "Heart Throbs No. II" are met again the favorite authors of the first volume. There are representative lines of James Whitcomb Riley, Joaquin Miller, Nixon Waterman, J. W. Foley, W. D. Nesbit, Sam Walter Foss-and it may be interesting to know that the selection sent in the greatest number of times was Foss's noble poem The House by the Side of the Road." What tender memories are recalled of hat dear, good man, now passed beyond, who only a few months ago was present in my library while "Heart Throbs No. II" was being discussed. With his great, dark eyes glowing, he read the tender and sweet tributes paid him by those who sent in contributions from his graceful pen. Dear, sweet soul, how delighted he would be to know that the dearest child of his brain was the heart choice of the thousands who made up this book.
The growth and tolerance of opinion, religious, racial and political, was never more strongly emphasized. All barriers are broken down in the sweet fellowship of "Heart Throbs." There is no attempt at classification, and the volume comes to its readers as nearly as possible in the same form as sent in by the thousands of contributors who made the book. There has been no attempt at editing, or to establish any "style" or literary standard. The book represents the simple onflow of human sentiment revealed by the people when they wanted their favorites in the scrap-book at home preserved by "Heart Throbs" in permanent book form for all. From the most eminent statesman to his humblest constituent, all readers have lavished upon this book the most flattering and affectionate commendations that could be offered. The choicest gleanings of the harvest of contributions were used. There are speeches of departed statesmen, the eloquence of divines and orators, the priceless treasure trove of workbox and scrap-book wherein the fugitive gems of forgotten poets and philosophers have been safely kept to receive at last a larger recognition of their intrinsic merit; there are bits of wit, humor and homely philosophy;-in these two volumes of "Heart Throbs" it would seem that the most enduring selections of English literature can be kept at hand for immediate reference and re-read with the joy and pleasure that recalls the memories of an old friend.
It is needless to say that "Heart Throbs No. II," like the first of the family of "books the people built," is full of kindly, human association; of memories of great and powerful as well as humble and loyal friends; of the joy of present living as well as the tenderness and sweetness of memories past-all blending in one great symphony of "Heart Throbs," which make the reader feel that he is, indeed, one of a great and universal association which, unhampered by ties of conventional membership, or rite or ritual, is boundless in its sweep, and offers sweet communion with those whose hearts are in touch with the ties of home and the brotherhood of man.
Sir Mitchett Chapple.
In preparing for publication the Second Volume of "Heart Throbs," as a companion book to the original, it has naturally been necessary to procure of authors and publishers permission to use copyrighted matter to a much greater extent than in its predecessor; since the selections embody more recent masterpieces of contemporary authors, and fewer of the fugitive and sometimes anonymous and even disputed gems of bygone generations.
The consent of both authors and publishers has been generously and promptly given, and quite frequently reflect a hearty appreciation of the love and honor in which the beauty and inspiration of their works are held by their fellow-citizens and even aliens whose contributions and requests have made them a part of this volume. In some cases to willing consent and hearty sympathy in the purpose of producing a practical and condensed anthology of the best literature has been added an evident appreciation of the indubitable fact that the sale and lasting availability of a writer's works is immensely promoted by reasonable concessions of this kind, which give certain selections universal currency, and inspire a desire to possess the entire works of the writer.
No pains have been spared, not only to secure the right to use works adequately protected, but to show due courtesy to the interests and feelings of those who are still interested in the sale of standard literature, and the result has been an almost uniform reciprocity and co-operation. In addition, therefore, to the more formal and legal credits attached to each selection, the publishers would heartily thank, for permission given and courtesies rendered, the following authors, publishers and other holders of literary rights:
The Houghton-Mifflin Company, Boston, Massachusetts, permit the use of John G. Whittier's "Others Shall Sing," "The Pumpkin" and selections from "Snowbound," Ralph Waldo Emerson's "Good-bye," James Russell Lowell's "Aladdin," Oliver Wendell Holmes' Inimitable "One-Hoss Shay," Bret Harte's surprise poem, "The Aged Stranger," John G. Saxe's Anglo-German and witty "The Puzzled Census Taker," E. C. Stedman's "The Discoverer," and Thomas B. Aldrich's dainty, pathetic, immortal "Baby Bell."
Lothrop, Lee & Shepard contribute, with good wishes, dear Sam Walter Foss's "The House by the Side of the Road."
G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York City, and the author, W. H. Carruth, "Each In His Own Tongue."
The Bobbs-Merrill Company, of Indianapolis, second the ready permission of James Whitcomb Riley to use the original verses of "Out to Old Aunt Mary's" and "A Life Lesson," as found in "Afterwhiles" and "Whatever the Weather May Be," from "Songs o' Cheer," and also permit "Borrowin' the Baby" and "The Motherlook" from W. D. Nesbit's "Trail to Boyland" and with the author Robert J. Burdette's "Alpha and Omega" from "Chimes from a Jester's Bells," "The Man and the Picnic" and his "Thirsty Boy."
Rosa Hartwick Thorpe graciously ratifies the use of "Curfew Shall Not Ring Tonight,'' and the friendship of Nixon Waterman generously concedes the use of "The Breaking Plow," "A Morning Prayer" and "Once in a While."
Tom Masson and The Life Publishing Company, New York City, contribute "An Event"; Helen Keller and Doubleday, Page & Company her "I Am as Happy as You Are," and Richard Wightman his terse sermonette on "You Yourself."
Sarah K. Bolton contributes willingly her poem "Faith"; Margaret E. Sangster her "Dear Little Heads in the Pew" and "The Average Man"; Joaquin Miller and his San Francisco publishers, Whittaker, Ray, Wiggin & Company, "The Fortunate Isles"; George M. Cohan of Cohan & Harris, the great theatrical managers, his "Myself and Me"; Leslie's Weekly and Joseph Mills Hanson, "The Cowboy's Song"; Miss Mary Boyle O'Reilly, the gifted daughter of the Irish Patriot and poet, John Boyle O'Reilly, his poem "What is ood?"; E. P. Mitchell of the New York Sun, "Now" and "Is There a Santa Claus?" and Mary Louise Peebles, that tenderest and sweetest poem of the Civil War, "Claribel's rayer."
James W. Foley of the Bismarck, North Dakota, Tribune, consents to the use of "The Echo of the Song," "Daddy Knows" and "Good-Morning, Brother Sunshine," and Robert Loveman his dainty "Song for April."
Alice Stone Blackwell grants the use of "The Bond"; Cy Warman "Will th Lights Be White?"; John Burroughs his "Waiting"; W. S. Gillilan, "I'm Going to Anyway"; Rollin J. Wells, his poems, "Growing Old" and "A Lonesome Place"; Charles Winslow Hall, his Memorial Day poem, "Who Marches Next Memorial Day?" and Herbert Kaufman "The Dreamers," a great favorite with modern readers.
George H. Murphy, the author, and The Century Company permit the use of "If I Were You."
Others there are who deserve the thanks that are due to the great number of anonymous or forgotten authors who, as in Buchanan's "Siren," "heard a melody across the sea, a singing far away,' and in the divine madness of that inspiration have dreamed of fame, and sung at least one song "worthy of all acceptation" before "the poet's dream" was merged in the sordid struggle for bread and shelter, or faded out with life itself. In the Far Beyond, may the shades find consolation or added happiness in beholding that their work is not wholly forgotten.
These thanks to the dead and the living voice the esteem in which the selections are held by the people.
THE HEART OF FRIENDSHIP
Here's to the heart of friendship, tried and true,
The way of truth; then sheds upon our lives
WHAT IS SUCCESS?
He has achieved success, who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty, or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best
in others and given the best he had; whose life was an inspiration and whose memory a benediction.
Bessie A. Stanley.
* A DEED AND A WORD
A little stream had lost its way
He thought not of the deed he did,
Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues,
A nameless man, amid a crowd
It raised a brother from the dust,