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touch as are their descendants of to-day. of stories, studies, and sketches ; and Ia, Among these uncomprehending victims are which appears in the pretty Ivory Series. the miller, John Durston, and his pretty There is no need to speak of the charm daughter Cicely, whose history is told with and veracity of Mr. Quiller-Couch's tales perfect simplicity, and yet always with of Cornwall, and if a few waifs and strays vividness and force. The fight at Lang- have been gathered into Wandering Heath, port closes the tale ; for, the mill burned whose republication was hardly essential, and her father slain, the heroine goes not we are grateful for so heroic a sea-sketch unwillingly with her better born Puritan as The Roll-Call of the Reef, and for the husband to seek a new home oversea. We pleasant humor of those studies of village are glad to say that Mr. Raymond does not politics, Letters from Troy. The Bishop use the Somersetshire speech to any need- of Eucalyptus is a creditable essay in the less or unintelligible extent. - Hippolyte manner of Bret Harte, but we prefer the and Golden-Beak, Two Stories, by, George writer on his native coast. The history of Bassett. (Harpers.) Outside of the novels Ia, the handsome, strong-natured, untutored of Norris, we very rarely find the experi- serving-maid, — her courting, in very sumenced, observing, cynical, but not unkindly mary fashion, it must be said, of the genman of the world so excellently presented tle, refined, weak young Second Adventist as in the supposed narrator of these tales. preacher, and the consequent results in the Both stories – the first, the evolution and character and life of each, - is told with career of a hardly typical Parisian valet ; force and feeling, and also with a reticence the second, the strange history of the pret- which is good artistically as well as moralty, underbred, Auent, and amusing young ly. Some of tủe fisherfolk who are of the San Francisco divorcée, Mrs. Potwin, and Elect are lightly but very happily sketched. her Japanese and English suitors — are ex- A Cumberland Vendetta, and Other Stoceedingly well told ; so well, indeed, that ries, by John Fox, Jr. (Harpers.) Tales the improbabilities, to speak mildly, of the of the Kentucky mountains, whose inhabilatter tale trouble the reader not at all. tants do not differ greatly from our familFrom internal evidence it would be difficult iar acquaintances the mountaineers of the to say whether the author were a cosmo- neighboring States, unless it is in a more politan Englishman, whose knowledge of pronounced element of lawless brutality, America was mainly Western or Califor- and in certain differences in their uncouth nian, or a much-traveled and somewhat English, — of which the author spares us Anglicized American, as a plausible case nothing, — notably the use of superfluous could be made for or against either as- aspirates. Perhaps the best sketch in the sumption. A Madeira Party, by S. Weir book is A Mountain Europa, the usual tale Mitchell. The Rivalries of Long and Short of a wondrously beautiful mountain maid Codiac, by George Wharton Edwards. Both who is loved by a wanderer from civiliare attractive pocket volumes, so to speak, zation, — the love in this case ending in tastefully bound in embossed leather, and marriage. But the writer does not venture published by the Century Company. In to carry the hazardous experiment farther the first, Dr. Mitchell's party of old-time than the wedding-day, when the bride, in gentlemen celebrate the glories of their shielding her husband, is killed by her “ noble old wine" in the quiet and digni- drunken father. It is pleasant to turn from fied conversation which befits so respecta- the actors in these dramas to the mountain ble a subject. Under the same cover, the region which forms their majestic setting, reader is offered Little More Burgun- and which is vividly depicted by a writer dy, with its story of the French Revolu- fully sensitive to its every aspect, whether tion. Long and Short Codiac are, of course, of severity, grandeur, or beauty. – A Son inhabited by down - east fisherfolk, who of the Plains, by Arthur Paterson. (Machave joys and sorrows much like other peo- millan.) A story of the Santa Fé trail in ple's, in spite of the fact that they say “I the early seventies, when the Atchison, Tocal'late” and “what say," and use dories peka, and Santa Fé Railway was not, and to get about in instead of bicycles. — The travelers journeying across the plains carMessrs. Scribners have issued two new vol. ried their lives in their hands. In such 'umes by Q : Wandering Heath, a collection case is the hero of this exciting tale, and he amply proves his right to that position, as nent, and even Sudermann fails to make he escapes from perils, each deadlier than the iron despotism of society suffice to exthe last, which follow one another with plain Magda's submission to her father, up breathless rapidity, — perils from Indians, to the last point, without the aid which the and from white men quite as lawless, and special German variety of social tyranny savage. As the book appeals rather to the affords him. How entirely, moreover, the young reader, it is in place to say that it is play supposes acting must appear to any one neither vulgar nor unwholesome in tone. who reads the dead level of this dialogue afThe story is told with spirit, and not in- ter seeing Duse in Magda's part. — Cable's frequently with genuine graphic power. - Madame Delphine has been republished in Irralie's Bushranger, by E. W. Hornung. the Ivory Series (Scribners), with an interIvory Series. (Scribners.) Great ingenu- esting introduction by the author, which tells ity has been shown in the construction of how the story came to be written. Mrs. this entertaining story of Australian adven- Deland's Philip and his wife and Bret ture, and there is generally no lack of life Harte’s Clarence have appeared in the Rivin the characters. A case of mistaken iden- erside Pap Series. (Houghton.) – Mrs. tity is far from a new theme, but there is F. A. Steel's Miss Stuart's Legacy and freshness in the treatment, and the sur- Crawford's A Roman Singer have been prises are cleverly managed. An Unles- added to Macmillan's Novelists' Library. — soned Girl, a Story of School Life, by Eliza- The Things that Matter, by Francis Gribble. beth Knight Tompkins. (Putnams.) Two Hudson Library. (Putnams.) Doctor years of school life have an ameliorating Cavallo, by Eugene F. Baldwin and Maueffect on the pert, unfilial girl, wise in her rice Eisenberg. (Press of J. W. Franks & own conceit, to whom we are introduced in Sons, Peoria, Ill.) On Shifting Sands, a the opening chapters of this book, though Sketch from Real Life, by Harriet Osgood we can hardly say that we find her very at- Nowlin. (Donohue, Henneberry & Co., tractive even at the close of this stage of Chicago.). The Hidden Faith, an Occult her experience, and for her cleverness we Story of the Period, by Alwyn M. Thurber. must take the author's word. A distinct (F. M. Harley Publishing Co., Chicago.) impression is given, however, by the young – Hardy's The Woodlanders; A Gray Eye women connected therewith, that slang was or So, by F. F. Moore ; A Hidden Chain, the art chiefly cultivated in Miss Healey's by Dora Russell ; The Sea-Wolves, by Max superior academy. — Miss Jerry, by Alex- Pemberton ; and Stanhope of Chester, by ander Black. With Thirty-Seven Illustra. Percy Andreae, have been issued in Rand, tions from Life Photographs by the Au- MeNally & Co.'s Globe Library. — A Morthor. (Scribners.) Mr. Black has made mon Wife, by Grace Wilbur Trout. (E. A. a selection from the two hundred and fifty Weeks & Co., Chicago.) photographs of his “ picture play," and has Music. The Evolution of Church Music, adapted his text to book publication. The by the Rev. Frank Landon Humphreys, experiment was an interesting one, but yet Mus. Doc. With Preface by the Rt. Rev. it is easy to see that these are tableaux vi- H. C. Potter. (Scribners.) Lectures delivvants, not actual scenes. Like the photo- ered by the author before the students of graphs displayed at the entrances of our various church colleges and seminaries are theatres, they show the inadequacy of pho- here recast and extended, but have not in tography to the task of reproducing situa- the process lost the qualities which must tions. Any illustrator of moderate ability have made them notably interesting and can make a more truly lifelike picture. effective in their original form. Writing Magda, by Hermann Sudermann. Trans- with abundant technical knowledge, and inlated from the German by C. E. A. Wins- spired by a high ideal and an earnest and low. (Lamson, Wolffe & Co., Boston.) If well-defined purpose, he has also so well modern realistic dramas and stories have succeeded in popularizing his theme that it no other value, they have at least a socio- is to be wished his volume might be scate logical interest, and the reader of Magda tered broadcast among the music commitfalls to speculating on the curiously Ger- tees of our churches. The good sense of man provincialism of the plot. Everything the book is as conspicuous as its good taste is provincial which differs from our conti- and breadth of view, and it should be as useful for reproof as for instruction. In of principal events for 1895. Rather a such a work it is justifiable to quote freely, queer combination, but a useful one.
The and the quotations here are generally very editors are W. T. Fletcher and R. R. much to the point, but we wish their origin Bowker, both experienced workmen. — List had been oftener indicated ; and we must of Books for Girls and Women and their regret, in so handsomely printed a book, Clubs, edited by Augusta H. Leypoldt and that the types should have perversely trans- George Iles. (The Library Bureau, Boston.) formed the name of a writer of the Rev. This is a classified list, and there are added Dr. Jessopp's repute into " Jessup." Hints for a Girls' Club, an outline constitu
Nature and Travel. The Mediterranean tion, suggestions for literary clubs, and the Trip, a Short Guide to the Principal Points like. The list contains well-chosen books, on the Shores of the Western Mediterrane- though one is a little curious sometimes to an and the Levant, by Noah Brooks. With know how reading for girls and women is Twenty-Four Illustrations and Four Maps. differentiated from that for boys and men. (Scribners.) A convenient little volume for Humor. A House-Boat on the Styx, bevacation tourists. The Preliminary Sug- ing some Account of the Divers Doings of gestions give good advice to all sea-going the Associated Shades, by John Kendrick travelers, though intended especially for Bangs. Illustrated. (Harpers.) Through those Mediterranean-bound. The illustra- the more or less kind offices of Mr. Boswell, tions are from photographs, and the guide- one of the Associated Shades, Mr. Bangs is book red is toned down to a pleasing and enabled to present to his readers the reunobtrusive shade. Part XIII. of Mr. ports of several entertaining and unprofitNehrling's North American Birds (George able conversations between members of Brumder, Milwaukee) has been issued, con- their exclusive club, who in the upper world taining biographies of the Rose-Breasted were the great men of all times and co
counGrosbeak, the Blue Grosbeak, the Indigo tries, from Noah to Barnum, from Homer Bunting, the Painted Bunting, the Bobo- to Tennyson, from Jonah to Munchausen. link, and others.
Games. Whist Laws and Whist DeciBooks of Reference. The Annual Litera- sions, with upwards of One Hundred Cases ry Index, 1895 (The Publishers' Weekly, illustrating the Laws. Also Remarks on New York), affords ready reference not only the American Laws of Whist, and Cases by to articles in periodicals, American and Eng- which the Reader's Knowledge of the English, but to essays, chapters in books, and lish Laws may be tested by himself. By other indexible publications. A convenient Major - General A. W. Drayson. (Harindex of authors follows, a section of biblio
The Evolution of Whist, by Wilgraphies, a necrology, and an index to dates liam Pole. (Longmans.)
THE CONTRIBUTORS' CLUB.
In 1891, Pasteur passed an af- The scene made a picture of the sort that with Pasteur. ternoon - unforgettable to at becomes a permanent possession of memoleast one person present — at the house of ry: in the background, the sober elegance a colleague, one of those co-workers who of the host's consulting-room, its Beauvais were also his friends, and attached to him tapestry, its fine head of Pasteur in bronze ; with the most touching and reverent devo- in the foreground, the family group that tion. The occasion was the rehearsal, pre- will be ever associated, in the thought of vious to a fête to be given by Dr. G- of the Parisians, with the great chemist, — a drawing-room play (the play a French the old man seated in the centre, simple trifle, the actors amateurs), to witness which and benign, his daughter on the one hand, the master had been bidden, since his health his son and son-in-law on the other, and a forbade his being out at night, and his tastes grandchild at his knee. inclined little to worldly pageantry.
Very slight was the performance ; very
powerless to give the finer shades were the last thing he needed, to strengthen the conuninitiated, if arduous efforts of the four sideration of those amongst whom he lived, amateurs. But the great savant brought was the material mark and proof of success. to the moment the freshness of impression The“ priesthood of science" that term that belongs to children and to genius, and of which we hear less now than we did that can transmute the actual and imper- awhile ago has meant to one person, fect into the starting - point of pleasure since that spring afternoon in Paris, somewhich draws all its nutriment from the thing forever associated with the personalimagination. Oh, the zest, the readiness, ity of the serene and kindly old man, who, of that ingenuous laughter! Other and amid his ardent work in the invisible world smaller people might be carping critics; Pas- of the “infinitely little,” where “life bas teur's spontaneous abandonment to his en- its beginning,” had kept a green heart, and joyment, to the none too original witticisms who never left his retreat to address his of the comedy, its none too original savor countrymen or the young but he found and situations, was complete, Homeric. He generous accents that upheld the cause of was already an ill man at the time, and the ideal with unchilled fervor. Continuity, his bent frame and the suggestion of phy- an integral oneness in the plan of the persical infirmity in his movements gave him sonal existence, are become antique virtues. an aspect older than his years. But the The abnegation they ask, and the singleness, inextinguishable youth of those whom the and the patience in enduring one's self, gods love was in his eyes,
he had laughed grow rare with us, who are greedy of many till the tears canie, -as in his hand-shake, emotions and fritter ourselves away in fleetwhen, the performance over, he thanked ing interests. Hence it is an hour to reeach amateur in turn.
member when our path crosses one which Whereupon the little group departed as teaches the higher lesson and holds the it had come
the grandchild clinging to the secret of a nobler repose. He surely is a old man's hand ; the son (a secretary of em- priest who, while he labors for the physical bassy) calling him, with the absence of self- welfare of his fellow-man, likewise fulfills consciousness of a French son, “papa." this moral function, shaming with a simPasteur went down the stairs leaning on the ple dignity the blurred and broken plan of arm of his host, - a great man, too, in his our average futile day. way, Dr. G-, but filial in his respect
It was a tragedy of the spirit, and tender regard at this moment. Here, Tragedy.
concerning which she in short, was an epitome of the very best made confession to those whose heedlessin French life, – that life in its worthiest ness brought it to pass ; yet it has always expression, in its veneration for the things seemed to her as if the subsequent years of the mind, for the things that go for the have been more or less, in one way or anadvancement of the race rather than for other, under the influence of that sharp exthe well-being of the individual. And all perience whereby she made direct personal this spoke in Dr. G—'s light shrug a mo- acquaintance with the dread blight insinment later, also, when he said : “ Pasteur cerity. She was far too young to know by could have been a very rich man had he what term to characterize professions that chosen to be. He never has been. He are belied by actions ; but looking back upon never chose. Why should he ?”
a scene so vividly and keenly remembered Why, indeed ? Before the unity of such that it might have taken place yesterday, a life, the consistency of its pursuit of the she understands, as no psychologist could highest ends, the calm contentment of its ever set forth, that ideas may exist in full laborious days, weaker vessels, tossed by force independent of language. the changes and chances of fate, may well It was but a trifle that taught her the be filled with a noble, melancholy envy, and bitter lesson of distrust, the veriest question the value of the vain possessions trifie, it must have been, in the opinion and desires chased by the world. In the of the grown-up world about her ; but to midst of his peaceful, cheerful activity, in many grown people the heart of a child the seclusion of laboratories and libraries, is an unsuspected mystery, and therefore the last thing that Pasteur bad time to think are they often ruthless unawares. Unquesof was the amassing of wealth. Also, the tionably, it had been the experience of this
child, now and then, to be teased with a trailing pea, beautiful in her eyes beyond jest obscuring the truth ; but she had easily all the flowers of the field. Once or twice learned, as most children do, to estimate before, in her short span of life, she had such practices justly. To find herself de- found this infrequent bloom, — infrequent, ceived in unmistakable earnest gave a shock that is, within the precincts that hedged her not alone to her heart, but to her intellec- round ; and now, what with its rarity and tual powers as well, for it was then that its appealing glory of “ heaven's own blue," the faculty of reflection came into conscious there arose in her untried heart a fierce play.
struggle between her desire for the splenShe was a meditative child, shy and reti- did flower and her love for the beautiful cent, yet it happened to her, as not infre- Salome. It may be that the struggle was quently it does happen to children of her the fiercer because Salome was absent, and temperament, to fall ardently in love. The the flower so vividly present. object of this infantile passion was a girl Slowly back to the house she walked of twenty, who had hardly the faintest ap- in an anguish of conflict ; for she recog. preciation of the child's undemonstrative nized clearly that if she withheld the flower, depth of devotion : it is clear, indeed, in the she must, under the circumstances, forego light of after-years, that this devotion was the delight and glory of its exhibition ; she much of a bore to the gay young visitor, who could possess the treasure only in a selfcame to talk with older people of affairs not ish secrecy. Nevertheless, she found no to be discussed in the presence of little pitch- strength against the temptation to keep the
It chanced, one day, that this partic- banner-blossom for herself, until she had ular Little Pitcher was standing with ears presented the poor little knot of weedy attent, — having no companions of her own bloom ostentatiously displayed in her left age, while the goddess of her idolatry hand, while her right hand held the flower was being attired for some social function she so prized well out of sight behind her that was to take place in the afternoon. back : but the moment Salome's eyes lightAll the ladies of the household were in ed upon the inadequate tribute offered at attendance on the toilette, and it may be her shrine, the doom of the blue bannerassumed that there was free traffic of opin- blossom was surely sealed. The child loved ions on topics not immediately connected the flower none the less, but she loved Sawith the articles of adornment, for sud- lome more. Penitent, ashamed, and glad, denly the child was asked with what fur- all at once, she exhibited the rarity. Was tive interchange of significant glances may she so much to blame in that she was fain to be imagined — to go and find some flow- have it seem as if she had reserved it to eners where with to deck Salome's hair. No hance its value by surprise ? At least she second bidding was needed, this being a was distinctly conscious that the surrender, child who expressed herself by actions ra- though voluntary, was a sacrifice ; but the ther than by words, and away she sped, meed of admiration bestowed upon the flowimmeasurably happy to serve the beautiful er soothed the irrepressible regret the saccreature enshrined in her shy affections. rifice cost her, for her inexperience failed
Now there were no garden flowers about to penetrate the perfunctory nature of the the home she dwelt in at that time, for the praise she had elicited. Neither did she place was new, and the grounds were given suspect that her return was inopportune ; over to a waste of weeds ; but this ready but she must have interrupted a conversaworshiper of beauty in whatever guise must tion far more interesting than the “wildhave won and loved — “the secret of ings of nature,” for she was speedily bidden a weed's plain heart,” so well she knew to “ run and play.” She would have pleaded how to seek the obscure blooms hid in the to remain, but having achieved one conquest rank midsummer tangle. Through diligent over herself, she maintained the mastery, heed, each hand was presently full of such and departed in meek obedience, though in insignificant buds and blossoms as the no mood to run and play ; she had passed parched season spares, when, by a fateful through one of those crises of the soul, the chance, she espied, amid a little wilderness effect of which is to subdue the animal spiof bents, the blue wonder of the great soli- rits. Yet it was not depression she felt, but tary banner-blossom put forth by the ground- a sort of chastened joy, that she would