Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 July 1890 — A FAVORITE AUTHOR. [ARTICLE]

A FAVORITE AUTHOR.

"■* p -ii>w»ii»-4*-g>“BMiit:ln "Bfc Fa(«( of a Favorite Classic. _ , "Many readers remember Rot-/ ersAthe poe', saiji: "Whenl hear a nejw •took talked about or it/ pressed ♦pphn me, I read an old one.” trappy the 1 man who finds rest in the pages of some j favorite classic! I know 40 reader ntoio i |p TSe~onvied Vhan that friend’* of mlnaj ■who for many years has given his days and nights to the loving study of terrace,-, says Oliver Wendell Holmes iii>tbe At- 1 lantic Monthly. After a certain penod in ; life it is always with an effort that we ad- j mit anew author into the inner circle of j our Thp Parisian ommMis||. J a| t&ffuro alf a centuryß>dP-l tjjeW inky stdl keapj’tf the same ha bft, ftr uu Al iiVt I'knorw-Jnsed to fffgß®*obmrffel" ab soon as they were full. ; Our public coavej antes are never full until the natural atmospheric pressure of sixteen pounds to the .square inches doubled in'tbe ctos’e picking of th6fiuman sardines that fill the ali-accommodating vehicles. A newcomer, however well* weiyome Under these circumstances. ~ tothe same way, our tables are full of books read and hooks rwe feel that we Ynilst read. And here come in t'wo thick volumes, with uncut leaves, in small type.. With Aislny pages; ahd many 1 lifid&’to abook thatimust be lead and ought 1 to be read at, once. What a rslipf Jja hand it' 1 over to the loveiykeeper of your literary conscience, who will' tell ybft fill that you will most care to know about, and leave free to plunge beloved volume, in which you are ever finding new beauties which you rise refreshed, os, if ygti had'jhst from the cops watdH of Helicon! , * J» U The stream df modern Mtbraiure f ?b presented by the books and periodicals on the crowded counters is a turbulent and clamorous torrent, dishing along afidong' the rocks of criticUm, over the pebbles of the world’s daily events; trying to make itself' seen'jand’ heard’ ovet tha hoarse criefe of thje and the| rumbling wheels '6f traffic. ' The classic is a still lakelet, a r monntain targ, fed bj, springs that never fail, it's surface never ruffled by storms—always the sqmp. always Imflffig' Welcome to if* visitor. Such ® Horace friehd. ijp his “Ly-dfcP, €lc pe» onmeff" is as familiar as “Pater noster qui es ccelis” to that of a pioue°Cafhdlfcv' ‘'lnter vitae, ” which he has put into many English, h/s Horace openfcfof as Watt’s l hymn book opens to “From all that dweli below the skies.” The more he'reads, the more he studies his authbr, the richer are the treasures he finds. And what Horace-ie to him, Homer or Virgil or Dante is to many a quiet reader sick to death of the unending train j Til |l* pi SUilleatS'of tile O<l stripe. , , | The’ great men of the good old days used, to Ufa* dn the hustings and around the fireplaces where they were e’ectioneering about how they worked all day in a corn-field or at wood-clearing and educated themselves at night by the light of a brush-hefip. il H seace to the tradition. There are students here who are discounting the early effort* of the departed great. A majority of the students of the Northwestern University are poor youDg men. They are educating themselves for the ministry. They don’t have time to play any of the pranks which are played ;at Ann Arbor, Yale, and Harvard. There is one young student—a theolog —who has a job of pailing a cow twice a day for a capitalist. He mokes enough money out of this job to pay biR room rent. There are several others who “set type” in the local newspaper offices two or three days in the week and reduce their expenses by that means. And they are studying for the ministry. There’s another young man who curries a horse for a business man, attends to his own etudies during the week, and preaches in a school-house on Sundays. Between the stable and the school-house he make s enough to pay for his education. These are not romances. The penitent who pins his salvation on the preaching of such men as these will not be far away on the mountain when hew called.—Chicago Tribune.