side o' bacon, and nigh on to all Speckle's last year's chickens." "They was fine pullets, Suse." "Yes. Nance; but when the Cap'n told me my boy and gal was safe, I could a-slaughtered the whole yard, I was so thankful. I heard the Cap'n 'llow to the Sarjin, while they sot eatin', that he'd never seed sich bare-back ridin' out-sidern a circus.'' "Warn't none of em teched no whar?" "Well, Jude's right smart briar-scratched round the legs, and she left some of her hair in the swamp; but skin and hair ain't like clo'es; they'll grow agin." "It's told about that one of the mules was hurt." "A ball bored a hole in Cindy's ear, but Johnny says Cindy had ears to spare; and Jude 'llows to tie a ribbin' in the hole next time she rides to Oakville, for she's got word that Brown's red-headed clerk's laid out to joke her for runnin' from the Yanks. lansakes! Nance have yer walked all the way from the Hollow?" ended Susan, noting Nancy's bedraggled appearance. But "Yes, Suse,' Nancy's thin lips began to quiver, "Sorrel's gone," and two tears made their way slowly through the wrinkles on her She drew a snuff-stained wad yellow cheeks. from her flat bosom and put it to her eyes. "Thar-thar, Nance, don't cry," said Susan compassionately, picking up a snuffbox and well-chewed brush which had fallen from Nancy's kerchief. "Sorrel warn't much account. She was my onliest critter," replied Nancy, wiping her eyes. "I told the Yanks she was twenty year old, and axed 'em to look in her mouth. But the head robber of 'em all 'llowed that nobody could tell a horse's age by teeth after it was eight year old. Far's he knowed Sorrel mought be twenty or she mought be only ten. Anyhow, he 'llowed on that horse critters was skace, and Sorrel had pints; which is a true word, for she was an old racer when I got her from Jack Green's daddy. She won many a dollar for old Green when she was young. But I'll never set eyes on Sorrel agin; and the handkerchief went up to her face once more. Susan offered verbal consolation, but Nancy remained uncomforted. How was she in future to convey her eggs and butter to market? If she were forced to walk, every one at the Hollow would go and come before her. In the midst of her mourning John Cline and Johnny entered. Noting Nancy's grief-stricken look, John forebore to speak to her, and turned to Susan. "Thar's great news at Oakville, wife. Word's come that Lee's surrendered, and the war's done." SAMUEL MINTURN PECK. Mr. Peck, author of "Pap's Mules," was born in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. He received the rudiments of his education in one of the old field schools of the South, subsequently attending a public school in Illinois, and finally was graduated from the University of Alabama. Three years later he obtained the degree of Doctor of Medicine from Bellevue He has never Hospital Medical College. practiced his profession, preferring rather to give the world the music that "physics pain, the lightening, brightening influence of his melodious measures. The parents of Mr. Peck were of Northern birth, his father being a native of New York, his mother of Connecticut. His father came of Welsh ancestry, his mother was of English descent. "A Knot of Blue, which was written for the boys of Yale, has been set to music by about twelve different composers in this country and England, as has also "Swinging in the Grapevine Swing," which is quite popular in London. His first volume of poems, Cap and Bells," was published in 1886. Then "Rings and Love-Knots," and later, Rhymes and Roses." Current Literature. The Night-Watchman. Each night I ten times pace my wonted round, Expands and quivers. Then with awe I feel THE AUTHOR'S PURPOSE BY THE AUTHOR ে In This Present World. By George Hodges, author of "The Heresy of Cain," etc. 223 pp. 12mo, 75 cents; by mail, 86 cents. Loyal Traitor, A. Story of the War of 1812. By Miss Archer Archer. A novel. By Clara Louise Burn- BY MAX PEMBERTON. “Christine of the Hills was written with the hope of pointing out many of the comparatively unknown beauties of the Adriatic Sea and her islands. It was written also as a first attempt at a pure love story which should, at least in some part, concern itself with Vienna-a city which has for me a charm possessed by no other capitol in Europe. To endeavor in my last book to catch something of the spirit of Vienna and her people was, indeed, a labor of love. WEST HAMPSTEAD, LONDON, May 18, 1897. а The Fatal Diamonds. BY ELEANOR C. DONNELLY. I wrote "The Fatal Diamonds" to illustrate (especially to the young) the evil effects of unbridled vanity and passionate self-will. The main incident in the story is true to life. We heard a Boston lady, some years since, detail in a Saratoga cottage the dramatic abduction of the owner of the jewels from one of our Eastern railway cars, and the outrages inflicted on her in the theft of her diamonds. At the date of the narration the hapless woman was still insane from the shock and exposure of that dreadful night. PHILADELPHIA, May 26, 1897. Eleanor General Grant. BY JAMES GRANT WILSON. Connelly In editing the Great Commanders Series, written by different authors, and to be completed in twenty or more volumes, I selected Grant for myself by request of the publishers, and for the reason that it was my privilege to have made his acquaintance at Cairo, Illinois, in the summer of 1861, to have served under him in the Vicksburg campaign and elsewhere, and to have continued the always-pleasant intercourse with the illustrious soldier for a quarter of a century, lacking but a single year. It was my aim to produce a complete and popular work, which a civilian may read, comprehend and remember. Some of the critics have expressed the opinion that the purpose has been successfully achieved. NEW YORK, May 26, 1897. Las Grant Wilson Heart-Tones and Other Poems. By D. O'KELLY BRANDEN. "Heart-Tones" has been called by an eminent reviewer "The Coinage of a Life.” Primarily I had no object afore-thought in writing these verses. They were struck off by the varied experiences of life, and as far as possible stamped with the image of hope in God, and in the higher evolution of all that is best in humanity. DUNKIRK, N. Y., May 26, 1897. D0.0 Kelly Branden. In the Pale. Stories and Legends of the Russian Jews. BY HENRY ILIOWIZI. The purpose of my writing " In the Pale" was to familiarize the English-speaking public with the legendary, romantic and spiritual aspects of life in Russian Jewry; also to convey an idea of the folklore current among the oppressed millions of Jews in the Czar's domains. Another work in preparation is intended to complete the picture of reality and dream-life in those regions of semi-barbarism and intolerance. PHILADELPHIA, May 22, 1897. In This Present World. By GEORGE HODGES. All the sermons of "In This Present World were preached in a pulpit and I published them in order to preach them again to a larger congregation in a book. They are meant to apply the eternal principles which are in the words and life of Jesus Christ to the common details of daily living as it actually goes on in the present world. They were written and preached in the belief that while it is a great thing to do the will of God in Heaven by-and-by, it is better still to do the will of God "as it is in Heaven" here and now. The idea of writing a story telling of the adventures of a privateersman of 1812 has been in my mind for years, and various parts of "A Loyal Traitor" I planned long before I had ever seen anything of my own in print. As a boy I loved the sea-an inherited affection maybe—and all the stories of my own imaginary adventures that I told myself-every boy has this trick-were of ships and men who fought in them. I intended to write a story in which a man, not a sailor by training, had to do a seaman's work and act his part under the stress of circumstances. Everything, so far as I could make it in the story, is historical, or at least has a basis of history. The privateers mentioned were truly in existence-some of their wonderful doings I have drawn upon for incidences. People who lived in those days I have brought in as well as I could-in places where they might have appeared, and there is rather a remarkable "literary coincidence" in this connection. After I had written the tale, there was sent to me by a collector of Americana, an aged paper (MS.), written by a Yankee privateersman, petitioning the Government to aid him in a claim against the French. Many points in this petition were identical with points in my story. The writer was wrecked at the same place and wrecked in same manner-facts and fiction-you see. NEW YORK, May 26, 1897. James Barnes Marriage Questions in Modern Fiction, and Other Essays on Kindred Subjects. By ELIZABETH RACHEL CHAPMAN. One of my English critics has been kind enough to call me "an ethical teacher, and a dependable one." I suppose that it is the instinct of the ethical teacher to teach, and that in writing these and other essays on grave social problems, I have been mainly prompted by the desire to make clear to others certain moral truths which appeared convincing as well as beautiful to me. LONDON, May 21, 1897. Elizabette Rachel Chapman Miss Archer Archer. By CLARA LOUISE BURNHAM. Going South I fell in love with Virginia and Virginians, and was, of course, impressed by the piquant differences between that environment and my native New England. I wanted to try my hand at bringing the contrasting types together and to have the pleasure of elaborating what I fancied to be the characteristics of a Southern girl with whom I spent one evening. As is the case with "Miss Bagg's Secretary" and "Sweet Clover," "Miss Archer Archer is a sort of diary-other people's as well as my own. CHICAGO, ILL., Clara Louise Burnhams Spanish Castles by the Rhine. By DAVID SKAATS FOSTER. I wrote " Spanish Castles by the Rhine mainly to show that "truth struck to earth will rise again.' I am the more anxious to make this statement, for the reason that the average reader might suppose that the book was not written in the interests of truth, but in the interests of something exactly opposite. One reader had, in fact, the temerity to suggest that the book should have been called The Ananias Prize Competition." I, however, treated this remark with the withering contempt which it deserved. UTICA, NEW YORK, May 26, 1897. "A Passing World." A new book by Madame Belloc, author of "In a Walled Garden," has just been published by Ward and Downey under the title of "A Passing World." We know exactly what qualities to look for in a work by Madame Belloc, and her latest does not disappoint us. "A Passing World" has all the charm of In a Walled Garden," and all the freshness and directness of the accomplished author's style. The book has exceptional interest among the number of volumes of reminiscences and personal memoirs which have appeared within a few years, and the author's good taste is as conspicuous as her judgment in the selection from the stores of her knowledge, experience, and memory, preceded by a chapter of general remark and reflection upon the early Victorian celebrities, literary and otherwise. Madame Belloc's personal recollections of famous people are full of interest; these begin in her childhood with the Duchess of Gloucester (Princess Mary of England), and Samuel Rogers, at one of whose famous breakfasts she first met Miss Angela Burdett-Coutts, and include many of the vanished writers of a very distinguished period. The separate sketches are delightfully intimes; the author has a talent for telling precisely what we care to know about Dr. Samuel Parr and his times, about Franklin's America and the Old New Yorker, and about the interesting personages whom she styles "the two Fredericks." There is not a page in the whole book that can be read without pleasure and profit. London World. David Skaars Hoster Field-Flower. God took a fit of Paradise-wind, And raveled them together. To teach it gazing debonair A God's young innocences were. To all the breezes near it; To all had eyes to hear it ; said; That glow-like did ensphere it. A poet took a flaw of pain, A hap of skiey pleasure, And mingled them in measure. As baby looks on baby; by Francis Thompson. BOSTON, June 12, 1897. To the great loss and misfortune of Bostonin the opinion of many people-the graceful and appropriate fountain presented by Mr. McKim to the Public Library, has been withdrawn by its donor. The old conundrum-“What's in a ?"-finds here name new meaning. For if the joyous maiden or nymph had been set up without any name in the Court and had been seen by the public with her flowing robes of crystal water, no living soul would have criticised. It was the appellation-Bacchantethat wrought the harm. She gave just the right keynote of cheerfulness to the otherwise somewhat stern and formal beauty of the court, and all criticism of her as a statue evaporated when she came to be considered as a fountain Mr. Arlo Bates, in the columns of The Transcript, voiced the sentiments of the unphilistine element in bewailing the Bacchante's loss and attacking the narrow-mindedness of those who for the most part without having seen the poor little maid, condemned her in truly Pharisaic severity. But the episode is closed and now New York is to have her. Meantime, an even more tragic occurrence is agitating our little city of the Three Hills. The Boston Journal had these words in a recent editorial : 'Thirty-five men gave the money for a monument about which thirty-five thousand men are now worrying. The anxiety is all due to four Latin words, which have for years done service as the motto of the Society of the Cincinnati. First one error is detected and then another. "Omnia relinquit servare rempublicam' at first seemed to us a beautiful inscription, as suited to a memorial of Col. Shaw as was the inscription of Simonides to the memory of the heroes of Thermopylæ. The first unhappy discovery was that in Latin the simple infinitive cannot express purpose, and that the wording should be 'ut servaret rempublicam,' or 'servat' preceded by a semi-colon. have received a few score of different suggestions as to the best method of remedying that error. We "Next it was discovered that 'patriam,' not 'rempublicam,' should have been used. On this point the knowing differ with the weight of testimony in favor of the word not on the monument. Then came the suggestion that 'servire,' not 'servare,' should have been used. Then somebody proclaimed that the singular verb displayed snobbishness and that the colored troops as well as their commander should be included in the appreciative inscription. Other adverse criticisms are expected by each mail. The inscription is called mortifying, awkward, inartistic, disgraceful and outrageous. St. Gaudens was twelve years in executing the memorial. We now know why he was so long in finishing it. He was trying to see how many shocking errors he could immortalize in four words." It is even so, there is no valid defence of the Shaw Monument Latin: the sentiment is good, but it is not classically expressed. Mr. Philip Hale in his brilliant column in the same paper, prints the following, which he attributes to Mr. George W. Pierce : "At a meeting at which Quintillian and the sculptor were represented, just outside of the infernal regions, and I was present, it was decided that the best corrected Shaw Memorial motto would be Omnia Relinquit Gaudens Servare Rempublicam.” But assuredly Quintillian would not violate Latin grammar by such erroneous use of the infinitive mood. But the participle redeems the error. I remember that when I was a freshman in College, one of Judge Robert Grant's classmates perpetrated some Latin in which occurred the sentence Sic Semper Stultibus! These things happen under the shadow of Harvard College! In the Russian edition of Prince Serge Wolkonsky's Lectures on Russian Literature, he claims in his preface that one of the direct results of his lectures in this country was the establishment of the chair of Slavic Languages at Harvard. Whether it was a case of post hoc or propter hoc I would not venture to decide, but Professor Archibald Cary Coolidge, who was at one time connected with the Legation at Petersburg. has been indefatigable in advancing the interests of that department, and he has recently presented the Library with a remarkably fine collection of Russian books. The Harvard College Library is in crying need of funds and is unable either to catalogue or to bind the books it possesses. Mr. Coolidge has given a sum of money to help on this work, and has obtained money also from various well wishers. Mr. Charles Knowles Bolton, the Librarian of the Brookline Public Library, and wellknown as a poet and literarian, has made good use of exceptional opportunities in compiling the history of that "Favored Town." It makes a pretty little volume of 213 pages with a map and twenty-nine illustrations. Brookline is a sort of Naboth's vineyard for Boston. It is nearly surrounded by the greater municipality, but in spite of many attempts at annexation it has hitherto resisted and remains a typical New England town—an interesting survival of the fittest. It spends nearly $1,000,000, of which nearly $120,000 are for schools, and its assessed valuation is $60,996,800. In 1714, at a Town Meeting |