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torically, and we are not so speaking and a darkness that can be felt are "Bathed in deep silence" is no figure kindred phrases; they are more, they of speech to us: it states a fact. Si- are kindred facts; one speaks of a silence is felt by man as a thing vast, lence of darkness. It is easy to say voluminous, slowly enwrapping him, that it simply means that when it is clinging, and finally submerging him; dark few people are about That is not painfully, but pleasantly, peace- not enough. Darkness produces much fully, easefully. It grows and gathers the same feeling that silence does. round one quietly like a great mist. It enwraps you in the same way. We Sometimes, when mind or body is not say naturally the same things of both. quite sane, not quite whole, there is It is more than accidental association. terror in silence. The sense of sink- Is it a contradiction of this that we ing in a vast silence is then like drown. also speak of the silence of light? ing, and one cries out to break it, any. There is a silence of light.
His range thing to struggle out of the flood that is of feeling must be beggarly who has closing over us. This is a morbid never felt the silence of light. Has he mood; Do natural effect of silence. never stood alone on a broad greenUsually as one feels silence gathering sward flooded with slanting sunlight? round him, permeating, flowing through Or let him stand in a spacious room of him, it is more like the refreshment of some great museum, alone, with the sleep or a bath. If this is not a sen- sun pouring in a broad stretch of light. sation, it is strangely like it. After a across the uncarpeted oak floor. The full day, perhaps a trying day, sit fine phrase "loca nocte silentia late" down absolutely alone in a large room, might have run as truly “loca luce siand listen for the silence. Gradually lentia late." Darkness and light have you will feel something stealing over an element in common. And so have you; the shaken parts of the strained heat and cold. The silence of cold is machine will slowly settle in their proverbial. No one is so dull as not places, and harmony return. You are to have felt the intoxicating silence absolutely passive. The silence is to of a great frost. And the silence of you as external as water flowing up heat is hardly less strong. Stand around you.
If you leave yourself alone in an old garden-you must passive long enough, which it is not be alone, of course, for the soul in sowise to do, it will possess you, almost ciety cannot feel these things-a Lethe-like. It is the same out of doors: walled garden by choice, at the hottest on the downs in the evening or on the hour of the day. The heat becomes a water. It is curious too that the spell living thing, and the silence becomes of silence is not broken by every sound. a living thing. You feel them both Some sounds seem almost to add to it: brooding over the ground; they are a clock ticking in the large room with presences; they become the only presno one in it, the single twitter of a ences. The chirp of a grasshopper or bird, the ripple of water, the needles the song of a yellow-hammer almost falling in a pine wood. These sounds startles you out of your possession by help us to measure silence, as land- the silence and the heat. Silence and marks do space. Silence is perhaps heat and cold and dark and light and most felt with the coming of dark- flooding waters have a common soul ness. A silence that
be felt somehow. The Saturday Review
BOOKS AND AUTHORS
To their dainty list of year books by Mr. John Bassett Moore, and pubdevoted to favorite authors, Thomas Y. lished by the J. B. Lippincott Co., covCrowell & Co. are adding two new ers the years from 1838 to 1841. The volumes, “A Longfellow Calendar," and comprehensive plan of this work ad. "A Ruskin Calendar." They will be mits of the inclusion not only of Mr. ready in the early autumn.
Buchanan's state papers and speeches
but of his private correspondence, in Professor Richard T. Ely's “Out- which are embraced some extremely lines of Economics," first published in human epistles, reflecting the charac1903, appears in a new and materially ter of the man and disclosing his passenlarged edition from the press of the ing moods. The state papers and Macmillan Co. The author has had
speeches are marked by dignity and the assistance of Professor Thomas S. deliberation, and to browse through the Adams and Assistant Professor Max volumes, whether in the pages devoted 0. Lorenz of the University of Wis- to these more formal utterances or consin, . and of Professor Allyn A.
those occupied by private letters, is to Young of the Leland Stanford Junior recall old contentions and struggles and University in the preparation of this to witness in the making some of the edition, and in the process, most of the most important periods of American chapters have been practically rewrit- history. ten and new ones have been added, but the general plan of the earlier work
The Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Comhas been retained.
pany publish several volumes for Lovers of Everyman's Library will
young people, in which old favorites be glad to hear of an addition of 23
are represented, old series of tales are
continued, and new ones are begun. volumes to the 317 already listed. The
Mr. Edward Stratemeyer adds a volnew ones are in every respect worthy
ume to his Lakeport Series, “The Boat of their distinguished predecessors, in
Club Boys of Lakeport," which is a cluding as they do, among their num
vivid and wholesome ber Benjamin Franklin's "Autobiog
water sports for boys; Martha James raphy," Gaskell's “Life of Charlotte
adds a volume, the third, to her Pigeon Bronte,” Hazlitt's “Table Talk," Emer
Camp Series, "The Hero of Pigeon son's "Conduct of Life," as well as ten volumes of fiction, Kinglake's' "Eo
Camp," a stirring story of school-boy then,” Burke's “American Speeches," experiences in a summer camp; Mrs.
Kate E. Carpenter tells “The Story of and other first-rate titles in History and Literature. The general tendency
Frederick the Great for Boys and Girls"
with the same engaging simplicity and noticeable at the present time in col
directness which characterized her earleges and schools to go back to original
lier “Story of Joan of Arc for Boys and texts, instead of using annotated ex
Girls"; Amy Brooks opens a new series tracts, has caused quite a number of
of books for small girl readers, the discerning teachers to adopt the titles of this Library as text-books for class
Prue Books, with a volume called "Lit
tle Sister Prue,” which is prettily told use.
and derives a special advantage from The fourth volume of The Works of the fact that the author is her own James Buchanan, collected and edited illustrator; and Alice Turner Curtis
opens the Little Heroine Series with "A Little Heroine of Illinois," a story which carries us back to the early days of the Civil War, and describes the rather surprising part which a little girl was enabled to play in stirring times. All of these books are illustrated, and in each case the story is of independent interest, although it introduces characters and scenes that appear in other volumes of the same series.
Mr. Justin Huntley McCarthy's "The Duke's Motto" goes the way of all modern plays and appears as a novel, less artificial in manner than most of its species, but so abounding in petty errors as to suggest a conspiracy of printer, typewriter, and proof reader, with some little assistance from the author. A fair specimen of these errors is the statement that certain bravoes of the reign of Louis Thirteenth did not in 1726 look like soldiers, because they lacked the stiffness of the "levies of the Sun King." Now, Louis Fourteenth was born in 1738. The story begins with the assassination of the Duke de Nevers, friend of Louis Thirteenth, master of a wonderful sword thrust, and using "I am here". as his motto. His infant daughter and the proofs of her legitimacy are given by his wife to Henri Lagardère, a wonderful swordsman, and in due time the girl grows up and has to be restored to her mother, and to the court. Lagardère engages in more fights than one can count, but always for a good reason, and is always a gallant gentleman. In the preface, Mr. McCarthy, dedicating the book to M. Sardou, creator of Lagardère, calls him peer of d'Artagnan and Cyrano and almost peer of Roland and Oliver, and as the champion of Gabrielle de Nevers, La
gardère certainly deserves the praise. Harper & Brothers.
Mr. W. A. B. Coolidge's "The Alps in Nature and History" is, he says, the result of forty years of wandering, and when one considers the enormous number of dates, figures denoting height. depth and distance, the anecdotes and recorded circumstances contained between its covers one is ready to declare that forty years would not suffice to master the book. Fortunately, the reader is not expected to do this but may use or neglect any part as suits his occasions, inasmuch as they are not interdependent. Mr. George Yell's chapter on "Alpine Flowers," Mr. V. Knox's on "Some Beasts and Birds of the Alps," and the author's on "The Alpine Folk" are valuable taken separately. The Western, Central, and Eastern Alps, and their history are individually treated, and the great passes have a chapter to themselves. A surprising number of curious incidents are included in these narratives and many an odd bit of geography is explained. The exploration of the High Alps up to 1865, modern mountaineering, guides, and "A Year's Round" occupy whole chapters, and the divisions and groups of the range are carefully defined and described. In the appendices are lists of the principal peaks and passes, and a list of the peaks in the order in which they were conquered. A list of works relating to the Alps completes the text. The illustrations are carefully described, figures being given as to heights and distances, and good paths being designated, and a map of the entire region is folded into the book which, although it meets the wants of so many classes of readers, is not dear. E. P. Dutton & Co.
This is the rose she threw away-
A few days ago I dreamed that I was steering a very gay and elaborate ship upon some narrow water with many people upon its banks, and that there was a figure upon a bed in the middle of the ship. The people were pointing to the figure and questioning, and in my dream I sang verses which faded as I awoke, all but this fragmentary thought, “We call it, it has such dignity of limb, by the sweet name of Death." I have made iny poem out of my dream and the sentiment of my dream, and can almost say, as Blake did, "The Authors are in Eternity.”
Towards that small white gate she
sped, The sparrows twittered overhead, A lark sprang up from out the grassI vowed I would not let her pass Until at least I knew my fateSuch coquetry was out of date. A bush of syringa looked down Upon her forehead's puckered frown, Then tossed some blossoms in her
hair,And she, she let them linger there. "Cupid is crowning you," I cried, “The orange
flower proclaims the bride." Ah, when at length she raised her eyes, My garden-it was Paradise!
Annie G. Hopkins. The Pall Mall Magazine.
There on the high and painted stern
And though I would have hushed the
crowd, There was no mother's son but said, "What is the figure in a shroud Upon a painted bed ?”
'Twas there she turned and mocked at
me, Just by that snow-white lilac tree: “What did I want with woman's love? Flowers filled my life all else above." Ah, when she seemed to scorn me so, My garden-'twas a Vale of Woe.
Plough, husbandman, long furrows,
Fling, sower, undismayed, In groves of birch and alder Tweed sheathes bis steel-bright
blade. The Spectator.