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Jean Ingelow follows from a different point of view :

Where is our leisure ? Give us rest.
Where is the quiet we possessed ?
We must have had it once -- were blest
With peace whose phantoms yet entice.
Surely the mother of mankind
Longed for the garden left behind ;
For we prove yet some yearnings blind

Inherited from Paradise. These two verses represent the closing lines of Tennyson's last and most perfect poem :Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark !
And may there be no sadness of farewell

When I embark ;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me lar,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.

O earth, our earth, shall time not make us free ?
Cry wellaway, but well befall the right.

We sometimes meet with verses from the German whose calmness and love of Nature make them a model for more impetuous races of men, as in these by Eichendorf, which have been translated : O Silence deep and strange !

The earth doth yet in quiet slumber lie : No stir of life, save on yon woodland range

The tall trees bow as if their Lord passed by.
Like to one new-create,

I have no memory of grief and care ;
Of all the things that vexed my soul of late

I am ashamed in this calm morning air. Walt Whitman, whose flashes of inspiration are never more impressive than when he looks toward the barrier between life and death, gives us the following :

At the last, tenderly, From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house, From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,

Let me be wafted !

Let me glide noiselessly forth ; With the key of softness unlock the locks — with a whisper

Set ope the doors, 0 Soul,
Tenderly, be not impatient !

may be sure that Professor Longfellow, among the simpler poems of his earlier years, did not fail to preserve such an invocation as this :

And these lines, though different in structure, belong to life, at its very last, as seen through Browning :Grow old along with me ! The best is yet to be. The last of life, for which the first was made ; Our times are in His hand Who saith, “ A whole I planned, Youth shows but half ; trust God : see all, nor be

afraid !”

These two verses are from the never-tobe-forgotten poem by Henry Vaughan, perhaps the most beautiful of all spiritual poems. It is given with its quaint spelling :

They are all gone into the world of light !

And I alone sit lingring here ! Their very memory is fair and bright,

And my sad thoughts doth clear,

I see them walking in an Air of glory

Whose light doth trample on my days ;
My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,

Meer glimering and decays.
This is the last piece of foresight from
Swinburne :
There shall be no more wars nor kingdoms won,
But in thy sight whose eyes are as the sun
All names shall be one name, all nations one,

All souls of men in one man's soul unite.

O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear

What man has borne before !
Thou layest thy finger on the lips of care,

And they complain no more.
Peace ! peace ! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer !

Descend with broad-winged flight, The welcome, the thrice-prayed-for, the most fair,

The best-beloved Night ! Emerson utters his whole lesson in eight lines ; and we, as his fellow-countrymen, may well refresh our souls with them :

As the bird trims her to the gale,

I trim myself to the storm of time ;
I man the rudder, reef the sail,

Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime :
Lowly faithful, banish fear,

Right onward drive unharmed ;
The port, well worth the cruise, is near,
And every wave is charmed.”

Thomas Wentworth Higginson. The Boston Transcript.

O sea whereon men labor, O great sea That heaven

one with, shall things be ?


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Of course, Will Irwin takes it for granted that the public will understand that his new book, " Confessions of a Con Man," is not an autobiography.

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woman along the line of mental prophylactics and therapeutics, and is doing something to prove her position. A dainty little story of hers, called “Sir Knight,” which the Putnams published some years ago, earned for her immediately a place ( which for some reason she refused ) in the World's Library of Best Literature. During the coming months the Delineator, Harper's Bazar, and other magazines will publish articles by Mrs. Duryea.

W. H. H.

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Anna Sturges Duryea, whose poem, "Seed-Time and Harvest,” was printed in Harper's Bazar for May, is also the author of two articles, “Making Friends of One's Nerves” and “The New-Found Realm of the Sub-conscious," which appeared in the June numbers of the Delineator and the Designer. These articles are the outcome of Mrs. Duryea's interest in psychological problems. Though she has published much fiction and verse, she has been for many years a student and a teacher of psychology, with special interest in the problems of the sub-conscious. Mrs. Duryea has taught psychology in Washington and in New York, and on going to Boston for a winter took natural interest in the psychotherapeutic work being done at Emmanuel church. She spends much of her time writing and speaking, and Dr. Worcester has cordially authorized her to speak on the work known as the Emmanuel Movement. Mrs. Duryea believes that there is very much help for the average nervous American

Frances Pusey Gooch, whose novelette, “ His Child's Godmother," was published in the Smart Set for May, is the wife of Robert E. Gooch, of Cleveland, O. She is a Kentucky woman, and a graduate of a Southern college. She decided upon a literary career at the age of twelve, and did juvenile contributions, editorial work on her college paper, short stories, and

novel, “Tangled Lives,” under various pen-names during her girlhood. Miss Mordeck's Father,” published by Dodd, Mead & Co., New York, and “The Burden of Mystery,” run serially in a Southern magazine, were the first efforts under her own name, and both deal with subjects — double consciousness and hypnotism — which she now admits. her youth alone gave her courage to handle. Her literary career got side-tracked in a pleasant rush of domestic, social, and club. duties. A progressive, rather than “advanced,” club women, she has done work in the literary departments of federated and unfederated clubs, in the several large cities her husband's business has taken them to, that has won for her the reputation of possessing an intellectuality above the average. The interrupted ambition, resumed diversion, has been stimulated by the favor with which her clever and original handling of an

old theme in “ His Child's Godmother” has been received, and Mrs. Gooch is at work more earnestly and systematically than ever before.




Alta Brunt Sembower, author of the story, “The Sheltering of Cecilia,” which Harper's Magazine published in its May number, is a resident of Bloomington, Ind., the seat of

Indiana University. She is a graduate of the university, and a member of the Kappa Alpha Theta Sorority. Her first stories were written while she was in college, and were published in class periodicals, although she never attempted the “college story." Her first success in “ disposing of” manuscripts was with Harper & Brothers, who accepted her first manuscript, but her first published story appeared in Collier's Weekly. In Collier's short-story contest of 1905, two of Mrs. Sembower's stories were accepted. Since that time she has had stories published in Harper's Weekly, the Delineator, and Harper's Magazine. She is now at work upon a novel, which she hopes to complete within a year.


I hear good accounts of Hardy's health. Occasionally he comes to London for a short visit, but never with any flourish. Fanfares are left for our Hall Caines and their kind. The number of literary men who have even

seen Hardy is small. I have heard of his attending the academy banquet, he once was guest at a club dinner, on the memorable occasion when the Omar Khayam Club entertained Meredith at Dorking Hardy spoke, and I can testify that once he received the Whitefriars Club at Dorchester. But as a rule the man is more than English in his habit of reserve. By the way, is it generally known that his first book was called “The Poor Man and the Lady” ? Meredith read it in manuscript, recognized its power, recommended it for publication, but privately advised Hardy not to begin his career with a book which, because of its revolutionary theories, might alienate the public. Whereupon Hardy withdrew the manuscript and wrote " Desperate Remedies." He is still busy on his great worlddrama, “ The Dynasts." He finished his

a novelist with “ Jude the Obscure - the one book of his which he expects to live ! - London Letter ( June 7), in Chicago Evening Post.

Meredith. George Meredith's kindness to young authors is illustrated by the following letter written by the veteran novelist to a younger brother of the craft evidently troubled by the attitude of reviewers :

My practice with regard to reviews is to look for none and to read all that may come in my way. It is like expecting a windy day in our climate when we go out of doors and face the air ; an author must master sensitiveness when he publishes. He knows what he intended, and should be able to estimate the degree of his attainments. Criticism will then brace him. We have not much of it, and there will be in. difference to wear through, and sometimes brutality to encounter. Tell yourself that such is our climate. I began sensitively, but soon got braced. Here and there a hostile review is instructive if only that it throws us back on the consciousness of our latent strength.

Clement Shorter devotes a page of the Sphere to George Meredith's literary career. He waited long for the appreciation of his readers, “making so little money by his books that

he was

content until some

Lloyd Roberts, whose poem, "The Saddest Time o' Year," was printed in Appleton's Magazine for May, is one of the younger members of that literary clan — the Robertses -- which has six active members, not including Bliss Carman, the cousin, the others being Charles G. D. Roberts, W. Carman Roberts (associate editor of the Literary Digest ), Theodore Roberts ( author of four novels published by L. C. Page & Co.), Elizabeth Roberts MacDonald, and Douglas R. Roberts (son of Charles G. D. Roberts and brother of Lloyd, whose verse has appeared once or twice in Appleton's ). Six years ago Mr. Roberts came from Canada to become the assistant editor of Outing, under Caspar Whitney. After three years he gave up this position and made a two-months' trip to Europe. Returning to New York, he was married within a year, and he now lives at Port Ewen-on-Hudson, where, as he says, he divides his hours between his pen and his hoe. He hopes to have a volume of verse and a first novel published in the fall.


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