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When It was first announced that the letters that had passed between Robert Browning and his wife Elisabeth Barrett were to be published, the general feeling eras one of disappointment or regret. It was known that the letter-writing and receiving period between these two war remarkably ehort. and that the letters were love letters, which, of all human document*. are the moat eacred; the most confidential; revealing the tenderest feelings of man and women. There Is something that seems like ministering to vulgar curiosity In publishing such .letters. The poetry of the Brownings, for the most part. Inspires reverence rather than love; appeals to the Intellect rather than to the heart. In reckoning with the character of the Brownings, these volumes of letters must be taken Into consideration, for they display to the public a side of the characters little seen In the work of eHhet poet. They are love letters, but always lofty In tone, cignifled. Intellectual, often fond, never foolish. The expression throughout these letters is masterly; there is no self-consciousness, no striving after effect, no posing. They are evidently written from heart to heart, full of love, of kindness, of unselfishness, and they betray, as nothing In the work of either betrays, the great human quality which each possessed In so great measure. These volumes are published at the instance of Robert Barrett Browning, the son of the poets. In a short note introducing the volumes, he says: ‘ Ever since my mother's death, these letters were kept by my father In a certain inlaid box. Into which they exactly fitted, and where they have always rested, letter beside letter, each tn Its consecutive order and numbered on the envelope by his own band.” Borne of the letters Robert Browning destroyed before his death, and speaking of the rest of them, he said to bis son. "There they are, do with them as you please when I am dead and gone!” This remark is taken as sufficient permission for the present publication, but—many wonder whether Robert Browning

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ever dreamed that they would be given the world. The letters, although numerous, do not cover a long period. The correspondence was begun by Robert Browning in January, 18«5; the last letter was written in September, 1846. This was the last letter that ever passed between them, for after their marriage, they were “faithful unto death,” and were never separated, even for a day. Miss Barrett had been a great admirer of Browning long before she met him. In her poem, "Lady Ger■hldine’s Courtship," published in 1844, she makes her hero read to his lady love passages from the encient poets: Or at time* a modem volume, Wordsworth's solemn thoughted Idyl. Howltt's ballad v*r*e. or Tennyson's enchanted reverie— Or from Browning some "Pomegranate" which. If cut deep down the middle. Shows a heart within, blood tinctured, of a veined taumanity. Browning, on his side, had admired the work of Miss Baxrett. The two poets had a mutual friend In Miss Barrett's cousin, John Kenyon, and from him Browning had learned the sad facts of Mias Barrrett’s life. In 1840 she had burst a blood vessel In the lungs and had been ordered to Torquay for the climate. ■While there her brother had been drowned by the wreck of a small sail boat. This shock, with what had gone before, rendered her for many years a helpless In-

valid.

The first letters between these two are for the most part kindly expressions about each other’s work, talks on literature, on art. on Italy, which Browning loved; on every variety of subject In which each was interested. Formal and slightly stiff at first, the correspondence grows rapidly Intimate and friendly, even a bit contidcntftl. Miss Barrett scarcely ever left her room, but she was not gloomy or despondent on that account. Her bravery under affliction niny be judged from this extract from one letter: I am not desponding by nature, and after a course of bitter mental discipline and long bodily seclusion, I come out with two learnt lessons (as I sometimes say and often feel)—the wisdom of cheerfulness and the duty of social intercourse. Anguish has instructed me In Joy. and solitude In society; it has been a wholesome and not unnatural reaction. And. altogether, I may say that the earth looks the brighter to me in proportion to my own deprivations. The laburnum trees and rose trees are nlucked up by the roots—but the sunshine Is in their places, and the root of the sunshine Is above the storms. What we call life is a condition of the soul, and the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by Ita own fault. Tb tears in our eyes, tuese falntings of flesh, will not hinder such Improvement. In Browning the correspondence awak ened an Intense desire for personal acquaintance. On March 12, 1845, we find

him writing:

Will you grant, me a favor? Always when you write, though about your own works, not Greek plays merely, put me in, always, a little official bulletin line that shall say *T am better," or "still

better," will you?

And a little further along In the same letter he says: “Do you think I shall see you In two months, three months?" To this letter Miss Barrett answered: It was kind of you to wish to know how I was, and not unkind of me to suspend my answer to your question—for indeed I have not been very well, nor have had much heart for saying so. This Implacable weather! this east wind that seems to blow through the sun and moon! who can be well In such a wind? Tet for me, I should not grumble. There has been nothing very bad the matter wkh me, as there used to be—I only grow weaker than usual, and learn my lesson of being mortal, In a corner—and then all this must end! April Is coming. There will be both a May and a June if we live to see such things, and perhaps, after all, we may. And as to seeing you, Besides, I observe that you distrust me, and that perhaps you penetrate my morbidity

and guess how wh£n the moment comes to

see a living human fhee to which I am not accustomed I shrink and grow pale in the spirit. Do you? You are learned m human nature, and you know the con-

sequences of letdlng such a secluded life as mine—notwithstanding all my fine phi-

losophy about social duties and the llfee-

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well—If you have such knowledge or if you have it not, I can not say. but I do

say that I will Indeed see you when the warm weather has revived me a tittle, and put the earth "to rights" again so as .to make pleasures of the sort possible. For if you think that I shall not like to see you you are wrong, for all your learning. But I shall be afraid of you at first— though I am not, in writing thus. You are Paracelsus, and I am a recluse, with nerves ihat have been all broken on the rack, and now hang loosely—quivering at

a step and breath.

And what you say of society draws me on to many comparative thoughts of your fife and mine, you seem to have drunken of the cup of life full, with the sun shining on it. I have lived only Inwardly. ■ with sorrow for a strong emotion. Bef

some of this lumbering, ponderous, helpless knowledge of hooks for some experisnes of life and man. We have not space to follow these letters through that period when these two were drawing nearer to each other. In May, 1M5. she writes to him: • • • "If you care to come to see me you can come, and that it 1* my gain (as I feel It to be) and not yours, whenever you do come. You will not talk of having come afterward, 1 know, because although I am "fast bound" to see one or two persons this summer (besides yourself. whom I receive of choice and willingly) I can not admit visitors In a general way—and putting the question of health quite aside. It would be unbecoming to lie here on the sofa and make a company show of an Infirmity and hold a beggar's hat for sympathy. I should blame It In another woman, and the sense of It has had its weight with me sometimes. Certainly you can not “quite know," or know at all, whether the least straw of pleasure can go to you from knowing me otherwise than on this paper—and I, for my part, "quite know” njy honest Impression. dear Mr. Browning, that none la likely to go to you. There Is nothing to see in me. or to hear In me—l never learnt to talk as you do'In London, although I can admire that brightness of carved speech in Mr. Kenyon and others. If my poetry is worth anything to any eye, it is the flower of me. I have lived most and been most happy In It. and so It has all my colors: the rest of me Is nothing but a root, fit for the ground and the dark. And If I write all this egotism, it is for shame, and because I feel ashamed of having made a fuss about what Is not worth It, and because you are extravagant in caring so for a permission which will be nothing to you afterward. Not that I am not touched by your caring so at all! I am deeply touched now, and presently I shall understand. Come, then. There will be truth and simplicity for you in any case, and a friend. And do not answer this—I do not write It as a fly trap for compliments. Your spider would scorn me for it too much. In response to this. Browning called— alone. That he must have been much moved by the meeting may be Judped from the fact that he wrote a letter to Miss Barrett which alarmed her by the vehemence of its passion. She replied to him, telling him he had pained her. Browning hastened to reassure her, and attempted to explain away his extravagances, and. thereafter for a time the correspondence is resumed on the same old friendly, intellectual lines. Soon, however, love reasserted itself, and love creeps into the letters. He begins calling her by her pet name, that name which she vowed should never see the light of print. He writes, passionately: "I shall lust write that I love, and love you, and love you again—my own Ba— just this, lest you learn the comfort of a

shall I write, because the love lies still In roe. and deep, as water does—can not run forth In rivulets and sparkle, this hot weather; but then how I love her when I can only say so—how I feel her • * * as In an old opera s one line that stays in my recollection, the tropical sun is described on the ocean—'fervid on the glittering flood’—so she lies on me." To which she replied; In nothing do you show your strength more than m your divine patience and tenderness toward me, till • • • not being used to It, I grow overwhelmed by It all, and would give my life at a word. Why did you love me, my beloved, when you might have chosen from the most perfect of all women, and each would have loved you with the perfectest of her nature? That is my riddle in this world. And thus we see them drawing together closer and ever yet more close, and finally .there is the marriage all arranged and the two great minds are as impatient as children to be off, and the last half dozen letters In the book are a mere jumble of directions and misdirections as to how they shall meet, what luggage they shall carry, where fney shall go, and so on. The marriage took place privately on September 12; after It, they returned to their separate homes until all should be ready for their journey abroad. These few last letters are infinitely touching. The last one, written Friday night, September 13. 184tj. is from ner to him: At from half-past three to four, thenfour will not, I suppose, be too late. 1 will not write more-I can not. By tomorrow at this time I shall have you only, to love me—my beloved. You only! As tf one said God only. And we shall have Him beside, I pray of Him. I shall send to your address at New Cross your Hanmer’s poems—and the two dear books you gave me, which 1 do not like to leave here and am afraid of hurting by taking them with me. Will yoij ask our sister to put the parcel into a drawer, so as to keep It for us? Your letters to me I take with me; let the "ounces" cry aloud, ever so. I tried tc leave them, and I could not. Tfiat i.r, they would not be left: It was not my fault—I will not be scolded. Is this my last letter to you, ever dearest? Oh—if I loved you less * • * a little, little less. Why I should tell you that our m-ir-was Invalid, or ought to be; and you should by no means come for rife—to-morrow. It Is dreadful * • ♦ dreadful * • • to have to give pain here by a voluntary act—for the first time In my life. Remind your mother and father of me affectionately and gratefully—and your sister, too. Would she think It too bold of me to say our sister, tf she heard it on the last page? Do you pray for me to-night, Robert? Pray for me, and love me. that I may have courage, feeling both. Your own BA. They went by rail to Southampton, crossed to Havre, up the Seine to Rouen, to Paris by railway. Thence they went to Pisa, remaining there six months, and then they settled In Florence. At Casa Guidt. In Florence, her son was born on March 9, 1849; at Casa Guldi she died In 1861. Though these are, first of all, love-let-ters, there is much besides love in them. Browning talks Interestingly In them of Carlyle, of a christening at Gad's Hill of one of the Dickens children, with Tennyson and the Count d'Orsay as godfathers; there is much literary chat on both sides, for she speaks of Poe and of Margaret Fuller, and outside of the intimate glimpses they give Into the lives and feelings of the writers, these letters have over them and through the true literary charm and glamor. The volumes are most handsomely and worthily printed, give fac-slmlles of some of the letters, and have good photographs of We writers. (New York: Harper & Bros. Indianapolis: The Bowen-MerrUl Company.)

••The Cruise of the Cachalot." Frank T. Sullen, first mate, as the name of the author of "The Cruise of the Cachalot,” is given on the tirte-page, shows that he can handle a pen as well as a marlinspike, although, doubtless, the latter tool has been more often tn his hands. It was of this remarkable story of whale-catching that Rudyard Kipling, Who had read the advance sheets, wrote

to the author:

Dear Mr. Bullen—It is immense—there is no other word. I've never read anythinthat equals it in Its deep-sea wonder an mystery; nor do I think that any book before has so completely covered the

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women in the world who have not seen i more, heard more, known more, of society than I. who am scarcely to be called young now. I grew up In the country, had no social opportunities; had my heart in ; books and poetry and my experience in reveries. My sympathies drooped toward the ground like an untrained honeysuckle —ana but for one, in my own house—but of ; this I can not speak. It was a lonely life, growing green like the gnui* around It. Books and dreams were what I lived In, and domestic life only seemed to buxs gently around, like the bees about the grass, j And so time passed and passed—and afterward, when my Illness came and 1 seemed to stand at the edge of the world, with ail done, and no prospect (as appeared at one time) of ever passing the threshold of one room again, why. then I turned to thinking with some bitterness (after the greatest sorrow of my life had given me room and time to Breathe) that I had stood blind In this temple I was about to leave— that I had seen no human nature: that my brothers and sisters of the earth were names to me; that I had beheld no great mountain or river, nothing, tn fact. 1 was as a man dying who had not read Shakespeare, and It was too late! Do you understand? And do you also know what a disadvantage this Ignorance Is to ray art? Why, if I live on and ySt do not escape from this swlufon. do you not perceive that 1 am. in « manner, as a blind poet?

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I congratulate you most heartily. It’s a new wo rid that you'vs opened the door to. The strength of the above commendation will be realised tf one stops to think a minute of the admirable sea stories, which, if not true, have been written out of the fullness of experience which have been given to the present century. Back a little way in the past we have such masterpieces as Dana's "Two Years Before the Mast,” the rattlfhg sea stories of Marryat and Michael Scott and Cooper and Herman Melville; in our day we have to reckon with W. Clark Russell, Pierre Loti, Herbert Hamblen whose “On Many Seas” was widely heralded; Joseph Conrad, whose "Nigger of the Narcissus" has gained the prise of the English Academy, to say nothing of Kipling’s own sea story, "Captains Courageous." Still, bearing alt these in mind, we think that Mr. Kipling’s commendation is none too high, for the pages of Frank T. Bullen are stamped with truth; they tell a story of the sea from the standpoint of the ’foremast

hand.

The “first mate” part of the title-page Is not made clear by the book, for on the "Cachalot*’ Bullen was only an able seaman until toward the close of the voyage, when, by the death of the captain, he was promoted to be fourth mate. He must have reached the dignity of a first mate's certificate some time after the experiences which this volume narrates. The cruise

of the "Cachalot” lasted over two years, during which time the ship circumnavigated the world, but It is stretching credence to ask readers to believe that all the adventures recorded In this story occurred on this one voyage. All of these adventures, the things that really do happen at sea, are told convincingly and as if they were the simple truth, but we must beg leave to believe that Mr. Bullen has drawn on his experience of many years at sea and has crowded the incidents of a sea lifetime Into this one voyage, to make It more entertaining to the public. After an experience of six years at sea the author found himself stranded at New Bedford, Mass., and willing to ship on the first vessel that offered. This was the "Cachalot,” of New Bedford, a whaler, and his description of her is admirable, at least to one who understands the difference between ships: I was on board a vessel belonging to a type which has almost disappeared off the face of the waters. A more perfect contrast to the trim-built English cllnyershlps that I had been accustomed to I could hardly imagine. She was one of a class characterised by sailors as "built by the mile, and cut oft in lengths as vou want 'em.” bow and stern almost alike, masts standing as straight as broomsticks, and bowsprit soaring upward at an angle of about forty-five degrees. She carried four mates, all bullies, the fourth mate being a negro. The crew was made up of Americans, black Portuguese, EngUehmen—not half of them sailors—the riff-raff of the earth. Owing to the fact that he was a good sailor, had his sealegs. was nimble in getting aloft and could "hand, reef and ateer,” the writer of this narrative did not come Into conflict with authority, but the poor landsmen—how they Mjgre driven! Beaten and cursed day and night, knocked down if they loitered, kicked if they did not move fast enough, sworn at with most horrid oatha on all occasions—theira was a frightful lot. until they became used to It. One must read the book to get an Idea of how seamen are treated, and when one has read it, one may be assured that not only are men treated to-day In similar fashion on board merchant ships, especially American ships, but often the treatment Is much worse than Mr. Bullen describes. All the Dart of the book describing the dally life at wa Is most Interesting, but equally so is the whale-fishing part of the narrative. Mr. Bullen glvea us much information concerning the different species of whale, how they may be recognized by their "blow." which whales are of the most value, and why. He describes with much force the method of capture, the desperate fights with these monsters of the deep and afterward explains the trylng-out process In great detail. Bullen was attached to the first mate's boat, and the first mate was a terror on whales. It seems that after the harpooner haa fastened his Iron, and the whale has sounded, the harpooner changes place with the mate, who has*been steering, and allows the mate to stand in the bow of the small boat, ready to use the lance wbten does the fatal work. The mate of the Cachalot, utterly devoid of fear, Instead of backing away from the wounded whales, and giving them a chance to spend their fury on the sea, used to have his boat kept so close to the wounded whale that the men could stick their knives Into it, the while he lanced and lanced with the ferocity of a wild animal. The result was that often the whale would roll over and over, taking the boat with him. or would raise his gigantic tail, and, bringing It down on the boat, smash It Into a thousand splinters. Afterward, when Bullen became a mate, he had to lance whales, and once, meeting a desperate customer, he fired a bomb into him. Then he lost consciousness, and when he came to himself he found that he, together With his boat,’s crew were stranded on the body ot a dead whale, their boat being smashed up and nowhere to be seen. One can not enumerate & tithe of fhe remarkable adventures that are related by Mr. Bullen, all In the simplest and most straightforward way imaginable Mr. Bullen takes occasion throughout his story to make a plea for the better treatment, the better feeding, and so on, of merchant seamen—a plea that all writers about the sea have made. Among otner* things, what he has to say concerning sailor’s homes, supposed to be supported by charity, is very Interesting and pertinent. Everywhere the sailor’s home is considered a sort of a charity toward the seamen, but, as a matter of fact, the money that a seaman pays for his board and lodging at a sailor's home would comfortably support him in a good secondclass hotel, if poor Jack knew anything about hotels. It Is a most exciting and strikingly told tale, this of Mr. Bullen's. and ft has the merit of having more truth In it than most sensational narratives have. (New York: D. Appleton & Co. Indianapolis: The Bowen-Merrill Company.) “God’s Rebel/ "God's Rebel” Is by Dr. Hulbert Fuller, whose “Vivian of Virginia" was one of the really readable historical novels of last year. The present novel is readable enough, but It is nowhere nearly so good as its predecessor. The author makes his hero, Kenneth Moore, a professor of economics In some Western university. According to Professor Moore, who loses no opportunity of Impressing his economic doctrines on people, all writers on economics before his time have either been ignorant or dishonest. He attacks trusts, uses the stock argument against them and argues most Justly against the evil these combinations do, but unfortunately for his cause he loses his temper and says numerous things that are not In strict accord with the truth. He attacks the Standard Oil Company and Mr. Rockfeller In particular, disguising him thinly under the name Rockland. Prof. Moore, warring in his university which Is supported by the millions of monopolists, against the monopoly, gradually gets more and more violent until he is asked to resign. Then he can get nothing to do. He lectures In a little town, the property of the "Wheeling Car Company," this evidently being meant for Pullman; stirs up a strike, and being seen at the head of the strikers Is sent to Jail. Through various phases of poverty passes the professor In economics, never able to earn a living, until at last he enlists in the army and is sent South. When one Cites such things as the Standard oil monopoly, or the Injustice sometimes inflicted on workmen by capital, aa at Pullman, we are all pretty nearly ready to admit that there is a kink In the social chain somewhere; but nothing can be gained by getting In a rage about It, by preaching false doctrines or by telling falsehoods about the press, and although Dr. Fuller has tried to win sympathy for his unique character, “God's Rebel.” he has only made it plain that a man that becomes a fanatic and tries to kick down with one foot the social wall that has been centuries building, has nothing to expect but chagrin, mortification and dire failure. (Chicago: Reagan Printing Company. Indianapolis: The Bowen-Merrill Company.)

“The Stery of Old Fort toudoan** In "The Story of Old Fort Loudon." Charles Egbert Craddock (Mias Murfree). Is once more at home among those picturesque Tennessee mountains which she has written about so often. In this story we get none of the dialect of the Tennessee mountaineers which so plentifully besprinkles the pages of her earlier books. The present story antedates the arrival of the mountain people and goes back to the romance and suffering of the early pioneers. the French and British men, women and children, who, trying to carve out homes tn ths moat picturesque and Interesting spot of Tennessee were forced to rely for protection on the British outpost of Ft. Loudon on the Tennessee river, the tort that was wiped out In the horrible massqcre of 1759. It is a purely historical story that Miss Murfree has told in these pages, anf If there la a hero at all. It is that real historical hero, Capt. John Stuart, the British officer In charge of Ft. Loudon. The story wens under the shadow of the Cumberland range, where a family of settlers are hiding from the Indiana. It is a Scotchman and his French wife, and as they gather about the fire for the evening meal by a strange chance they talk In French. Suddenly an Indian comes upon them, and, believing them to be French and therefore Hities, refrains from scalping them. The Indians lead them into .the

Tennessee wilderness from whence they make their escape to Ft. Loudon. This Journey through Tennessee gives the author a brilliant opportunity for picturing the beauty of the Tennessee country, the grandeur of the mountains, the luxury of the forests. She shows with excellent art the life of the people at the fort with the hostile Cherokees outside growing more and marl bold every day. Then comes the night attack, the frightful fighting, the terror, and then the long siege producing Inside the fort a famine riot We see the brave scouts one by one trying to slip out of the fort and through the cordon of savages to bring help, and we see them one by one fall in the attempt, each paying with his life the penalty of failure. Through all this Stuart, the comm. ; der of the fort, remains the same calm, brave gentleman, doing what he can to relieve suffering Inside, and tb keep the enemy outside. At last capitulation Is forced upon them, the garrison la promised safe conduct from the fort and then horribly massacred—all but Captain Stuart, who is saved at first for torture and afterward that he may turn his cannon against his own countrymen. Even If lie did live to take the wrong side of the English-American war that followed, one can not help admiring the man for his honesty and bravery in that dreadful crisis when he stood Between the two alternatives—torture or treason. In her Indian characters Miss Murfree has been most fortunate, and sue Is eminently successful in putting on the stage those real Indians—Wiilinawaugh, Oconostota and Ata-Kulia-Kulla, -the last of whom, as Miss Murfree depicts, did actually save Stuart’s life, at the cost of his own. The story deals with an historical episode that has been almost forgotten, and (he skill of the writer revivifies it and makes it seeem as real and as vivid to us as If it had not happened well over a century ago. This book L by far the most pretentious that Miss Murfree has written, and many will be inclined to place It among her best. (New York: The Macmillan company. Indianapolis: The Bow’cn-Merrill Company.) “Swallow." It has been some years since H. Rider Haggard, who won for himself an Immense number of readers by his “She," “King Solomon’s Mines" and other South African tales, has followed up the vein which he opened so successfully. In "Swallow" he retunns to South Africa, and once more gives us a story of fighting with Zulu impis, of strange and weird witch-doctors and of wonderful adventures in the mountains and cm the veldt. He has sought in this book to show his readers the Boers in a new aspect. and, strange as it may appear, he admits in this novel that the Boers have been forced unwittingly to suffer much wrong at the hands of the English. The story is supposed to be written by an old Boer vrouw, whose daughter, named Suszane, is called “Swallow” by the poetic Zulus. It relates the adventures of a young Englishman, who as a lad was driven ashore from the wreck of an English ship. He is cared for by "Swallow's” parents, and In due course, after renouncing his right to an inheritance In England, he marries Suszane. There is a half-breed—half Boer, half Zulu— who is in love with Suszane, and on her wedding day he carries her off to his kraal in the mountains. The story tells of the rescue and the advevftures by the way. It is an absorbing story, full of that dash and vigor which marked Mr. Haggard's earlier novels. (New York: Longmans, Green & Co. Indianapolis: The Bowen-Merrill Co.) “Mis* Knme of Japan." "Mias Nume of Japan” Is a Japanese novel, written by Onoto Watenna, a Japanese girl; over it all there Is an Oriental warmth and glamour which most writers about Japan manage to get into their work, but which has rarely been so fully developed as it Is in the preamt book. It is a love-story, the love-story of NumeSan. who, at ten years of age. Is beirothed to Orlto Takashima, and wbo is quite content with the betrothal until she meets the American, Sinclair, and falls in love with him. There is another love-story mixed up in the story, the love-story of the American coquette, Cleo Ballard, who thinks It a rare pastime to flirt with three Japanese noblemen. She thinks the«e flirtations no more serious than they would be in America, and is amazed when she finds that the disappointed lovers commit hari-kari. The story Is novel, indeed; it is most quaintly told, and is illustrated with photographs taken In Japan. (New York: Rand. McNally & Co. Indianapolis: The Bowen-Merrill Company.) The Periodicals and Literary \ote*. In Mr. E. P. More's "Century of Indian Epigrams" (Harper's) one finds echoes or anticipations of Omar. This, for example: "All we in the long caravan Are Journeying since the world began; We know not whither, but we know Time guideth at the front, and all must go.” “The Mormon Prophet.” the forth<*ming nov jl, by Miss Lily Dougall, is to appear at an opportune time, in view of the interest aroused by the case of Congress-man-elect Roberts, of Utah. This story is said to Illustrate the origins of the sect mid certain subsequent modifications in their belief. The Cosmopolitan for March has a most interesting article on "Richard Brinsley Sheridan,” by Thomas B. Reed; an account of “Successful Attempts In Scientific Mind-Reading,” by E. W. Roberts; an article, “Trampers on the Trail,” by Hamlin Garland, besides a quantity of good fiction and poetry. The complete novel In the current Lippindott's is “The Sport of Circumstances ” by Clarlnda P. Lamar; the rest of the magazine Is occupied by crisp articles, of which the most attractive are “Recollections of a London Lawyer," by G. Burnett Smith: “Chinese Physicians in California." by W. M. TlnsJsle; "Mendacity as a Fine Art,” by F. J. Zeigler, and "Perception of the Picturesque, ’ by J. Hunter. Self-Culture for March leads off with “The Hawaiian Islands of the United States.” by Prof. Olaf Ellison; this is followed by “England and the United States," by Rear-Admiral F. A. Roe; rvia an A ** Kir- IQrvxjrrl TkliJYn-.

xiuii. jL-rnvtn iYiina, v*., a tier vjrtri innii Army and Its Organization," by Leon Mead, and a fine description of Hull House, Chicago, by Mrs. A. P. Stevens. Among the announcements of the J. B. Llpplncott Co., Philadelphia for the spring are: "The Taming of the Jungle," by Dr. C. W. Doyle; "Mr., Miss and Mrs.," by Charles Bloomtngdale; "The Dancing Master,” a romance of the French Revolution, translated by Mrs. Harold Montgomery, and "The Amazing T oa« " Kf VT Tlnurlaa Thlo fj rm fjgj.

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Lepben Wheele: "Elizabeth, Empress of Austria,” by Ade Burgh. One of the most interesting and informative articles In the current Century is General Greene's “Capture of Manila.” In writing of the campaign in the Philippines he speaks with authority, for he commanded the second expedition from San Francisco and took a conspicuous part in the battle. The present Is the first of two articles from his pen. Lieutenant Hobson tells tn this number of his ex-

periences In prison in Santiago and his observations of the siege. Lieut. J. "B. Bernadou. who commanded the Winslow In the action at Cardenas. In which Ensign Bagley was killed, tells the story of May 11; Lieut. Cameron Winslow, who commanded the cable-cutting expedition at Clenfuegos, describes the hazardous operations which he directed. Prof. Wheeler continues his articles on “Alexander the Great,” the current installment being devoted to the Macedonian victory at Issus. That an American worn-

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an has become vice-reins of India gives especial Interest to the article "At the Court of an Indian Prince,” written and illustrated by R. D. Mackenzie. The most Important article in many respects is. however, Mr. James Bryce’s "British Experiments In the Government of Col-

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MLs Jaiio Barlow tells a story of the late James Payn’s puszling handwriting.

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In the current issue of Literature, published by Harper & Brothers, William Dean Howells reviews Frederic Remington's latest book, "Sundown Leflare," in his usual masterly way. “Among My Book*" is written by the famous author of “The Open Question." Elizabeth Robins. and Sir Walter Besant contributes his recent article on the "Pen and the Boob." Other articles of more than ordinary interest are "Thackeray tn Politics." "Tennyion in Germany,” “Grub Street.” "Spanish Literature,” and "The

American Academy.”

St. Nicholas for March presents a varied table of contents. The frontispiece is an engraving of Fender's painting of Little Red Riding Hood. The opening article Is “In the Toy Country,’ by Mrs. Burton Harrison. "How Wc Helped Uncle Sam to Prepare for War” is a spirited account by Henry LaMotte, U. 8. N., of the purchase of torpedo-boats In Germany. Another paper bearing on the war Is "Apprentices in the United States Navy. The popular serials all have libera! Installments, and the child who gets

this number will be fortunate.

There has been much comment concerning the title of the novel upon which Beatrice Harraden has so long been engaged, and which is at last completed and about to be published. It was to have been called, "I, too, have passed through wintry terrors." This is a line from one of William Watson’s poems. She now has betaken herself to Holy Scripture, and appears to have finally adopted as her title, “Ihe Fowler": "Our soul is escaped ao a bird out of the snare of the fowlers.” The book Is to be published by the Blackwoods, in Edinburgh, and by

Dodd, Mead & Co., In Nctw York.

There are in existence several hundred photographs of Walt Whitman, as well as many paintings and drawings. Dr. R. M. Bucke, of London, CJntarlo, possesses many likenesses of the poet, and In the March issue of the New England Magazine describes his unique collection, many of these portraits being reproduced In connection with his article. Having been brought Into close relationship with Whitman, these portraits suggest to Dr. Buckc many phases ot the poet's character, ana he relates anecdotes of his personal acquaintance with this remarkable genius. This nun.her of the magazine has

many othei interesting articles.

In Michael Macdonough’s "Irish Life and Character" an illustration of Parnell's lack of humor Is given. At the first meeting of the Irish Land League Mr. A.

J. Kettle was In the ' M fell to Mr. Parnell's lot

vote of

course HP observe, gentlemen, that in Ireland the name of Kettle Is a household word.” It was plain—indeed, he afterward confessed so much—that he had not the faintest intention of making a pun, but It was a great tribute to the personal Influence which he had even then acquired that, though everybody else saw the joke, no-

body dared to iaugh.

A timely and interesting article by Demetrius C. Lougler, entitled “The Dissolution of the Chinese Empire," Is presented in the opening pages of the March North American Review. "The Opportunity of the Sugar Cane Industry" is discussed by Charles A. Crampton; "The Three Phases of Colored Suffrage” by Walter C. Hamm, and an Important feature of the number is "The Sources of National Revenue," from the pen of the late Nelson Dingley. Jr. "The Opposition to Railway Pooling" forms the topic of an admirable paper by H. T. Newcomb. "British Rule In India" and "Christian Science ajid Its Legal Aspects" are among the other topics discussed. The manager is a hard man to see. Shut In his private office with a well-trained boy in the ante-room, he is Inaccessible to any one whom that boy does not know. You can not even get your card sent to him; the boy always says he is not In You will get the same answer at the boxoffice. I remember hearing an old manager once say to his office boy, "My son, If you don’t learn to speak other people’s 'fines you will not succeed In this business. I have written a part for you. Whenever any one you don't know says, Ts Mr. Brown In?' that’s your cue to answer. ‘No, sir.' I wish you to be dead letterperfect in that line from this time on."— From “The Business of a Theater,” by W. J. Henderson, In the March Scribner's. Episcopal clergymen that use the choral form of service, or that wish to use It, will find “A Manual of Intoning.” by G. Edward Stubbs, Interesting and helpful. This little book can hardly hope to have a wide field, but among those whom It alms to reach. It should certainly find a welcome The use of the choral service, so general In England, is gradually being introduced In this country. Many clergymen that appreciate Its beauty, and that would like to have it in their churches, are deterred from doling so because they doubt their own ability to intone The Rev. Mr. Oberly, who has written an introduction to the book, well says that if many clergymen intone badly, many more read the service in a most disagreeable way. He believes that the number of priests that can not learn to intone agreeably are rare, and, moreover, insists on the choral form of service as the true one. The book gives a clear analysis of the elements of music, h1*jws how a pleasant tone may be produced, and contains exercises that are simple and instructive. Mr. Stubbs knows his subject, as may be In-

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The Bookman, for March, has for frontispiece "The Evening Breeze," palnteo by H- Biddons Mowbray. In "Chronicle and Comment” many things of Interest to literary people are discussed, among them being "Rudyard Kipling in New York." "Two Interesting Dickens Items." "Emily Bronte," with a portrait; "A Facsimile of a Page of ’Ahce In Wonderland, About Augustine Birrell," "Andrew Lang and Edgar Allen Poe Again." and other literary chat. Paul Leicester Ford's new serial, "Janice Meredith,” Is begun; there is an essay, “Kipling’s Verse People," oy A. B. Maurice; “ ’The Vampire' from a Woman’s Point of View," by Mary C. Low, "Kipling's Suppressed Works.'* by L. S. Livingstone, and many other articles and essays of interest to bookish people. "The White Man's Burden" occupies most of the attention of the March number of the American Review of Reviews. The editor, In "The Progress of the World.” dl-Tusses the Philippine situation j and American prospects tn fhore Islands, • as well as the bearings of the ratification ' of the Spanisn treaty on the future of the : Filipinos. The editor of the “Army and 1 Navy Journal,” William Conant Church, contributes a sketch of Gen. E. S. Otis, whose efficiency In subjugating the refractory followers of Aguinaldo is winning the admiration of the world. There are two articles on Philippine native types and characteristics, one of which is written by Sc nor Cara y Mora, editor of the Vos Espanola. of Manila. These articles are both Illustrated from photographs. Dr. W. H. Ward contributes an article on conditions In Porto Rico and several of the young Cuban leaders are described by George Reno. The number also contains articles on the late President Faure, of France, and on “Characteristics and Possibilities of Middle Western Litera-

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A Reader's Lament.

I can not read the old book*

I read long years ago: Eliot, Dickens, Thackeray. Bui wer and Scott and Poe.

• Marryat * yarn* of sailor life. And Hugo** tale* of crime;— T can not read the old hooka.

Because I haven't time. I love the dear old stories.

My thoughts to them will stray; But still one must keep posted on

The writer* of to-day.

desk 1* piled with lateet book*

striving to dispatch:

•re I've finished ail of them,

re’ll be another batch.

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Hope's new on# isn’t opened yet,.

I've not read James'e last;

And Howell* la *o prolific now.

And Crawford write* »o faat. Evelyn Innes I mu*t «ktm. O'er Helbeck I must pore:

The Day * Work I'll enjoy, although

I’ve read the tale* before.

And then there i* The King's Jackal,

The Gadfly. Caleb West,

Silence, the Forest Lover*, and

times.

ce, the Forest Lover*. I can't name all the rest. *11 try to keep up with the

But oh, I hope that I

May read my David Copper field

Once more before I die.

-Carolyn Well* In the Bookman.

Knows Better. [Chicago Record.]

“What Is your Idea of a humorist?” “A real humorist is a man who gets mad when he hears a pun.”

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