In the North American Review for October

a worthy tribute to the late James Russell Lowell, who was the editor of the Review from 1863 to 1872, is offered by his friend and fellow poet, Richard Henry Stoddard.

The Critic Company, of New York, announces the advent of a new magazine devoted to the discussion of social and economic questions and the advancement of organized charities, to be called the Charities Review. The first number will be published November 1.

Elizabeth Bisland, the Cosmopolitan's 'roundthe-world traveller, is engaged to C. W. Wetmore, a young New York lawyer, partner of General F. C. Barlow. They met at a country club ball on Long Island. They will be married this month.

A second edition of the "History of the Franco-German War," by Count von Moltke, has been published. The entire manuscript is written in the late field marshal's own hand, and has graciously been presented to the publishers by his heirs.

A critical article, which will probably excite some curiosity as to the author, appears in the October number of the Atlantic. It is entitled

"Mr. Howell's Literary Creed," which, it may be added, is not precisely the creed of the writer of the paper, since he calls it "dreadfully contemporaneous and hopelessly individual."

The Critic says that in the later years of Lowell's life the Century Magazine offered him $1,000 each for as many essays as he would write for its columns, and that Harper's Maga zine made him a proposition of $5,000 for six essays. He declined both offers.

Wolcott Balestier, who has collaborated with Rudyard Kipling in the new novel which the Century will begin publishing in November, is a young American now living in London. He is a writer and a business man as well, being a member of the recently organized firm of Heinemann & Balestier, of Leipsic, which is publishing a series of copyrighted English and American novels on the continent of Europe in the fashion of the Tauchnitz editions. He was formerly the editor of the New York humorous weekly, Time.

Percy Fitzgerald has written a full and most entertaining "Life of James Boswell," which is to be published shortly by D. Appleton & Co. Mr. Fitzgerald has made a book full of interesting anecdotes, and readable throughout. It will contain portraits of Boswell and of Dr. Johnson.

Frank Bolles, secretary of Harvard College, has found time to complete the book on which he has been working so long, and it appears in the fall announcement of Houghton, Mifflin, & Co. It will be especially interesting to Cambridge people, for it deals with out-door life in this vicinity, the scenery, the birds, and the thoughts which leisurely tramps around the outlying towns of Boston would naturally inspire.

Mrs. Margaret Woods Lawrence, author of "Marion Graham," occupies one of the most historic mansions in Marblehead, a house of Revolutionary fame, known now as "Linden Home.' Mrs. Lawrence is at present the guest of Dr. Hiram Orcutt, in Dorchester, on her way to Lakewood, N. J., where she will pass the winter.

Sir Edwin Arnold is to begin his American tour in Boston November 6. Sir Edwin's entertainment will consist of descriptive talks and readings from his poems and writings on India.

W. C. Noble, the sculptor, who has a studio at Cambridge, has received a commission from an unknown person to model an $18,000 bronze statue of William Ellery Channing, to be erected in Touro Park, Newport, R. I.

The publishers of the Cosmopolitan paid Madeleine Lemaire for the illustrations of "Three Women of the Comédie Française," published in the October number, ten times the amount paid for the article.

A colossal bust of the late James Russell Lowell, by the young sculptor, William Ordway Partridge, is exhibited at Mr. Partridge's studio, 122 Boylston street, Boston. The bust of Dr. Edward Everett Hale, from the same hand, is still to be seen at the studio.

Mrs. Maud Howe Elliot is giving receptions and later a literary talk every Monday night at Mrs. J. Clinton Gray's at Newport. September 14 she discussed the pertinent question, "Has America Produced a Poet?"

"Julien Gordon " (Mrs. Van Rensselaer Cruger) contributes to Lippincott's for September a paper entitled "Healthy Heroines." She declaims against the delicate style of heroines to be found in old-fashioned novels, and declares, "If we turn to history, we will find that the few women who have ruled it and the hearts of men were not invalids."

The October Century contains a frontispiece portrait of Rudyard Kipling and an article on his work by Edmund Gosse. Mr. Gosse says that Kipling was born in Bombay in Christmas week, 1865, and is therefore only in his twentysixth year.

The only near relative of Mr. Lowell now living, except his daughter, Mrs. Burnett, is his elder sister, Mrs. S. R. Putnam, of Beacon street, Boston. Mrs. Putnam, although advanced in years, is engaged upon some literary work of a biographical character.

Munsey's Weekly has been transformed into Munsey's Magazine, the first (October) number of which will be ready in a few days. It will be of the same size and price as Scribner's, but will publish no serial stories.

Dr. George Macdonald has written a new novel, “The Flight of a Shadow."

The Brooklyn Institute will commemorate Monday, November 30, the eightieth birthday of Wendell Phillips. An address will be made by George William Curtis, and Rev. John W. Chadwick will read a poem.

Mr. Gladstone has been chiefly engaged during the recess in rearranging his library. This reaches stupendous proportions, and is always being added to. Years ago he invented or adapted an arrangement of shelves in the library which enabled him to stow away an almost incredible number of books in a given space, but the flowing tide of books threatens to swamp the castle, and he has been obliged to make provision for them outside. He has accordingly had constructed close to the castle a building of corrugated iron. Mr. Gladstone, assisted by his daughter, Mrs. Drew, has spent many happy hours since parliament was prorogued in arranging his books in this new location.

Mr. and Mrs. Augustin Daly and Miss Ada Rehan visited Tennyson September 23, and listened to the reading of a three-act comedy written by the poet laureate. Daly has bought the play, but is not ready yet to say much about it. He does say, however, that he will produce it in New York this winter.

Walter McDougall, who has made an enviable reputation as the cartoonist of the New York World, has written a novel, which is his first attempt in the line of fiction.

Mrs. Sallie Toler, of Wichita, Kan., has a series of illustrated sketches of 66 Notable Kansas Women" running through Frank Leslie's Newspaper.

Mr. and Mrs. Brander Matthews were in Lucerne September 12.

Mrs. Mary A. Denison, accompanied by her sister, Mrs. Walter S. Eaton, both residents of Washington, D. C., have been visiting their brother, Dr. R. R. Andrews, of Cambridge.

F. W. Bourdillon, author of the lyric beginning "The night has a thousand eyes," has prepared for publication a volume entitled "A Lost God."

Mrs. Elizabeth Stuart Phelps-Ward has completed her biography of her late father, Professor Austin Phelps, and it will be published at an early date by the Scribners. An interesting feature of the book is the autobiographical matter relating to Professor Phelps' youth and early manhood.

The D. Lothrop Co. has in press for immediate publication, a new edition of Miss E. E. Brown's "Life of James Russell Lowell," with three new chapters added.

Jessie Fothergill, whose most successful work was the musical novel, "The First Violin," could not herself play an instrument — could not even sing.

The editor of American Notes and Queries (Philadelphia) asked 480 editors all over the country which pronunciation each preferred: advertisement or advertisement? Roughly speaking, the canvass yielded, from all parts of the country: For advertisement 230 votes. For advertisement 250 votes, or a majority for advertisement of twenty votes.

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I first met Mr. Parton some twenty-five years ago, at General Butler's house in Washington, which Mrs. Butler's gracious and delightful presence made unlike any other. We were very gay under the spell of Fanny Fern's irresistible drollery; and the air of amused indulgence with which Mr. Parton listened was very attractive. Indeed, his whole personality was attractive: it was one of great simplicity and dignity. His voice was low and musical, his manner the perfection of quiet, except when aroused in one of his enthusiasms. He was so slender that he seemed taller than he was, with the scholarly air of one who bends over books; while with his dark hair, and lashes, and beard,

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and his dark-blue eyes, and with the sometimes pensive, but more often placid, expression, there were aspects of his pale face that were beautiful, although perhaps this struck you more after you had found the beauty of his character. It was at a ball in Washington, somewhat later, that, as he commented on the flowing wine, the splendid toilets, the flowers, the jewels, the abundant waste, I was struck by the originality of his disapproval even in enjoying the enjoyment of others, and learned then the strength of passion with which he regarded all things that worked for the good or ill of humanity. My subsequent acquaintance showed me that his intense convictions were a part of himself, of his life, his identity; and so intense and compelling were they that there was something wonderful in the habitual repression which he exercised, although now and then some volcanic outburst of indignation or rapture carried him away. For he admired, in the depth of his being, all fine action and intention: he was on the side of every reform; he suffered with every sufferer; he was the enemy of oppression, of cruelty, of craft, and the redresser of every wrong. He had, besides this, the pure genius of common sense.

It was owing, probably, to this self-control that one would hardly have suspected that he was not a happy man at that earlier period, although one might have thought him a solitary man, whose feelings were deepened by being forced back on himself. He had married Fanny Fern in a moment of chivalrous impulse, for the sake of affording her protection at a time when she was undergoing some painful injustice, and, with his usual unconventional habit, ignoring the difference of age. Before a month had passed he had discovered his mistake. Generous, noble, and true, Fanny Fern had suffered trials which had made her morbid and difficult;