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to work Mr. Jenks shows himself such the running title and the foot of the a friend as boys meet in few of the page. The translation is wonderfully current books prepared for their in.

good, easy, idiomatic and never sugstruction. Frederick A. Stokes Co. gesting that it is not original composi

tion. Henry Holt & Co. Herr Angelo Neumann's "Personal Recollections of Wagner," having

If "The Testing of Diana Mallory" passed into its fourth German edition, be a novel “with a key" the criminal is now translated by Miss Edith Liver- case upon which its chief interest demore, and appears in a large, hand- pends is not generally familiar in the some volume, doubtless to be eagerly United States, and the ability of Mrs. read by American Wagner lovers. Humphry Ward to weave and to ravel Probably no one knew the "Master" a complicated plot has so many times better than Herr Neumann, whose re- been proved, that any effort to discover lations with him were such as to a real fountain for this noble stream deprive him of his last shred of

of fiction is supererogatory. The beauinsincerity and to compel the real tiful womanliness of the heroine; the

to speak with perfect frank- perfectly consistent cowardliness and ness. It was not always pleas- cleverness of the caitiff upon whom she ant speech which he uttered, or which bestows her heart; the repulsive but not he wrote, but it voiced the true, real exaggerated vulgarity of the woman Wagner. Sensitive beyond reason,

who nearly ruins her life; and the and almost implacable in anger; gen

perfect vitality of the unseen group of erous in his rare praises and full of personages constituting the real modesire to be amiable; blunt, almost sav- tive power of the story need no actual age in his treatment of sins against mu- prototypes to add to the spell in which sic and prone to regard himself as they jointly hold the reader until the music; not too grateful to those who last page brings emancipation and remade his public successes possible, the bellion against the fate which the au“master" better served gratui- thor awards to the heroine. “Delibertously than those who could offer the ate choice of self-sacrifice, and perfect great rewards of the world. Herr happiness therein,” cries the reader, "do Neumann's devotion, on the other hand not excuse the unequal yoking of femtolerated almost everything inflicted inine perfection and masculine defiupon himself and the

case in ciency in all fine masculine qualities,” which he yielded to vexation was one and in that belief he will persist, even in which Wagner contrived to offer as an elder generation persisted, in repetty insult to his king and to the en- gretting the bestowal of Wilfred upon tire company assembled to do honor to Rowena.

The elder group of charhim, and alleged his weak heart as an acters, the selfish autocratic Lady Lucy excuse. For once Neumann doubted

gently exacting subservience from all and declared his doubt and the trouble the world; the statesman whose perlasted long. Myriads of anecdotes of

sonal character she blasts so subminor musical and dramatic lights are tly that he does not perceive his own to be found in the book, and the his- condition until the approach of death tory of many seasons in the great cap- clears his vision; the eccentric, warmitals. No page should be neglected; a hearted, fearless Lady Niton, and Sir good story; a revelation of character;

James Chide, one of the most notea pungent letter, something that must

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would make the book remarkable. As wrong doing. The story of St. Barsecondary personages they are still tholomew told in a new way is none more extraordinary, and their acquaint- the less horrible for the introduction of

should compensate the reader the element of great deliberation, but most deeply annoyed that the “test- it is dispassionately related. ing” of Diana reveals her as too un- arate chapters are as good light readselfish. Harper & Brothers.

ing as so many short stories, but each

is a valuable addition to the growing Miss Edith Sichel calls the seque! number of good French historical studof her “Catherine de' Medici, and the ies. E. P. Dutton & Co. French Reformation,” "The Later Years of Catherine de' Medici,” and Since “The Prisoners of Hope" remakes of it a volume of 450 large pages vealed the existence of a young Ameriwritten with that toleration which is can novelist of rare quality, Miss Mary one of the few agreeable traits of the Johnston has gone far, and “Lewis present period of religious indifference. Rand," her latest story, although perShe is neither the friend nor the apolo- haps lacking the perfect finish of “Augist of Catherine, but she writes of her drey," has instantly taken rank among calmly, and at the last with some faint the foremost novels of the season. pity for the wickedness which had been Burr and Jefferson are among its charso fruitless and had left her who acters, and the Burr conspiracy inwrought it to meet her death the lone- volves its hero, but Miss Johnston has liest of mortals. For those who sur- always known how to subordinate the rounded Catherine, the gentle Elizabeth historic to the personal element in her of Austria excepted, Miss Sichel has work, and Rand's struggle with fate no more good words than they deserve, absorbs the reader, and in most cases and those were few indeed. The time a second perusal will be necessary to was incredible and meditation upon it the perfect realization of the skill with is a nightmare, only less ugly than which Jefferson is delineated. One that which follows contemplation of may not accept Miss Johnston's conthe equivalent Italian period, but it is ception of him, but one must grant it individuals to whom Miss Sichel calls the merits of strength and consistency. her readers' attention. She says that Rand himself, son of a rough, stern, ig. her aim has been no more than to paint norant tobacco roller, and of a woman portraits, but she gives the portraits so degraded by the husband whom she many accessories that they really have married in the hope of elevating him, the background forbidden to the true is fiercely resolved to escape to the portrait and are like fragments of higher social levels, and succeeds in atcrowded canvas with one prominent taining preeminence at the bar and in figure. Behind Coligny one sees the Virginian politics, and marries a patriaustere intensity of those "of the cian girl who has loved him from childfaith"; behind Margot, the graceful hood; but close and near he always sees rabble of her ladies, and the elegant the figure of his rival, born to the suenergy of her studies; behind Henri periority which he envies. The bril. Third, the sinister clever Guises, their liant phrase, the graceful act, even patience sorely tried by contemporary the chivalrous deed which he himself dulness; and about Catherine herself achieves only by laborious effort are the court circle fluctuates, disperses the simple expressions of this man's and forms again, leaving her slowly nature, and beholding them he yields wearing herself away with wilful more and more to the fierce hatred bred of his sense of inferiority, and when and extracts, dried and powdered temptation and opportunity coincide he meats and beef tea, and careful falls as hopelessly as the Lucifer to estimates of the comparative food-value whom his friends have always com- of the products occupy the rest of this pared him. The closing passages fol- “Part." The next is given up to lowing this apparent climax of interest poultry and eggs, and game birds. In are very fine and in them the heroine one section of this "Part” is some cureveals feminine nobility of a high or- rious information regarding the poisonder. The subordinate personages, the ous principles sometimes found in eggs. soldierly old planters, and the superbly Under the head of "Fish Foods," the capable matrons of the Virginia of the various species are separately considearly nineteenth century are as real as ered, and also oysters, clams, the lobthe chief characters. In short, Miss ster and the turtle. Milk, milk products Johnston has forgotten nothing and and oleomargarine are so fully treated learned much during her temporary ab- in the next "Part" that very few readsence from the field of fiction. Hough- ers will fail to find something new in ton, Mifflin Co.

its pages, and in Part Five, “Cereal

Foods," comes the subject, which, judgNot many honest men in the United ing by a paragraph in the "IntroducStates are at this moment heartily dis- tion," seems to the author to be of peliked by so many persons as Dr. Harvey culiar importance. Briefly stated, he W. Wiley, Chief of the Bureau of objects to the advertisements exaggeraChemistry; and a greater compliment ting the good qualities of certain cecould not be paid to one whose business reals, and to the absurdity of asserting is to correct abuses. The great octavo that certain articles "feed" definite entitled “Foods and their Adulteration" parts of the body. It seems to be written by Dr. Wiley in performance of these claims that led him to prepare his duty, gives permanent form to the this manual for use in conjunction with results of his investigations in one works on dietetics, physiology and hy. branch of inquiry and will long be a giene, and this “Part” is perhaps more valuable possession to those fortunate valuable to the ordinary consumer than enough to obtain it. Eleven full-page

any other.

In the latter part of the colored plates and eighty-six smaller volume vegetables, condiments and pictures illustrate the text, but it fruits, nuts, the edible fungi, sugar in hardly needs their aid, so clearly is it all its forms and invalid foods and inwritten. In a brief introduction, the fant foods are discussed and in the author defines his terms, a precaution appendices, which occupy more than a seldom observed by those who write hundred pages, are a large number of on hygiene for the laity. Meats and rules and regulations governing the meat products are the topic of Part I, manufacture and importation of food and inevitably the omnipresent subject and drugs, and of decisions in cases of tuberculosis is briefly considered, presented to the government, making but here it is mercifully dropped. The a mass of information of the greatest treatment is awarded to the

value to producers and tradesmen. It slaughter and preparation of carcasses, is not to be expected that those who a matter in regard to which morbid have their living directly or indirectly curiosity has been rampant since the from the articles condemned by Dr. publication of Mr. Upton Sinclair's Wiley's Bureau will be grateful for his overwrought descriptions. The vari- book, but in time its great value must ous methods of canning and preserving be perceived and properly appreciated meat; the preparation of lard, soups, by all others. P. Blakiston, Son & Co.




No. 3358 November 14, 1908.


1. The Decay of the Short Story. By Edwin Pugh

The Origin of the Dog. By Woods Hutchinson

CONTEMPORARY REVIEW 395 III. Hardy-on-the-Hill. Chapter V. By M. E. Francis (Mrs. Francis Blundell). (To be continued.)

TIMES 400 IV. Sixty Years in the Wilderness: Some Passages by the Way.

By Henry W. Lucy. (To be continued.) CORNHILL MAGAZINE 405 V. The Sacred Bird. By W. H. Hudson

SATURDAY REVIEW 419 VI. The Tail Girl of Krobo Hill. By W. H. Adams

BLACKWOOD's MAGAZINE 423 Scent and Memory.

SPECTATOR 437 VIII. Grammaticals.

NATION 439 IX. Discursions : The Meeting.




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Thou marvellest, husband, that I sit so

mute And motionless, but gazing on that face Which now the pine-fire throws up in a

flame, Now leaves in darkest night as thou

dost lean Massily drooping toward the log-fed

blaze. Such silence has come down upon us

two! Yet a good silence after so long years, We only are awake and the live sea! But thou who hast borne all things

may'st perhaps Bear with a woman's fancies while she

speaks them. Think not, my man of men, that I am

cold In passion or heart! Far otherwise! I

see, And nothing else, I see, the brow that

took The blow of strange waves and the

furious kiss Of different winds, the sad-heaven

roaming eyes, The mighty hands that piloted all

night. Yet art thou paler than my dream of


Over the sweet fields calling out my

name. Sometimes in tragic nights of surf and

cloud Thou hast been thrown headlong in

howling wind On the sharp coast and up the sea

bank streamed, Alone. This then I strive to shape to

wordsThou hadst become with passing days

and years, With night and tempest, and with sun

and sea, A presence hovering in all lights and

airs. Thou wert the soul then of the evening

star, And thou didst roam heaven in the

seeking moon, Thou secretly wouldst speak from stir

ring leaves, And what was dawn but some sur

prise of thee?

So, husband, though this heart beats

Forgive me, 0 my lord, but I must

speak. Well-all these years have I imagined

thee So constantly that now thy visible

form, How noble! seems but shadow of such

sight. For I have seen thee in the deep of

night Leap silent, sudden up the stair, and I Fell toward thee in the darkness with

wild at thee, Yet lesser in imagination Art thou returned than evermore re

Nature is but a body from henceforth,
The soul departed, the spirit gone out

of her.
The waves cry unintelligibly now,
That then “Ulysses" and "Ulysses” still
Hissed sweetly, privately, the live-long

Ah! but thou hear'st me not, canst only

hear A roar of memories, and for thee this

house Still plunges and takes the sea-spray


a cry,
Fluttering upon thy bosom like a bird.
And I have seen thee spring upon this

At sunset dark against the fiery orb.
Then have I often just upon daybreak
Started and run down to the beach and

Thy boat grate on the pebbles: or

again It has been noon and thou hast come

in arms

Yet come! How thou art weary none

can tell, HOW wise, how sad, how deaf to bal)

bled words. Yet come, and fold me, not as in old

nights, But now with perils kiss me, wind me

round With wonder, murmur magic in my

ear, And clasp me with the world, with nothing less!

Stephen Phillips. The Spectator.

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