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complement "The Story of the Revolu-
olution.") During 1898 the follow
The NOVEMBER number “LIFE AT GIRLS' COLLEGES,” ing will be important con
Most of the like the articles on “ Undergraduate Life is now out. tributions.*
at Harvard, Princeton, and Yale," will contents follows:
various American college girls. “THE STORY OF THE REVO
THE BUSINESS OF A WHEAT LUTION” by SENATOR HENRY CABOT
ABBE CARTER GoodLoe, author of FARM is the Icading article in the
will write LODGE will run throughout 1898. The College Girls,”
of November number. WILLIAM ALLEN author of " The Life of Washington ” un- WELLESLEY; the other authors will White, author of "What's the Matter dertook this large work with two ideas in be announced later. These articles with Kansas?" and the “ Boyville” stoview: (1) To present the fight for Amer- will be illustrated from life and actual ries, went to the great bonanza wheatican independence-not as a dry history, scenes by artists who will make special farms of Dakota to get his material. but a vivid picture of a vital struggle, studies of each college.)
where they plough with 100 horses and reproducing the atmosphere and feeling of the time. (2) To make clear the
ARTICLES ON ARTISTS.—There railroads to carry off the crops. (W. R.
reap by the square mile and build branch historical significance and proportion
will appear from time to time during Leigh illustrates it.) of the events described. (For the first the year appreciations of the work of time all the modern art forces and reAmerican artists, such as, MCCLURE
THE WORKERS, by WALTER A. sources will be brought to bear upon
Hamilton, by Harrison S. Morris; Ho- WYCKOFF, in this instalment, shows how the Revolution. Howard Pyle and a
MER Martin, by W. C. Brownell; Wil it feels to be a hired man on a farm. corps of artists began work upon it last
TON LOCKwoon, by T. R. Sullivan; The frontispiece by E. Potthast illus
THEODORE ROBINSON, by A. F. Jaccaci. trates the author's experience at ditching. summer.)
There will also be an article on RUSKIN THOMAS NELSON PAGE'S FIRST by Spielmann.
BLANCHE WILLIS HOWARD'S LONG NOVEL, “RED ROCK-A
story of German city life called “No CHRONICLE OF RECONSTRUCTION,” will
STUDIES BY C. D. GIBSON.-A Continuing City” is illustrated by the be Scribner's leading fiction serial dur- series of drawings called “ A New YORK inimitable Reinicke, the celebrated Flicing '98. Mr. Page has hitherto written DAY” and, another, “THE SEVEN AGES gende Blätter artist. Walcott LeClear of the Old South or the New South; he
OF AMERICAN WOMAN” are the most im. Beard contributes a story of a negro now writes, with all the richness of col- portant pieces of work that Mr. Gibson and an Indian. or that has gained him so much affec- is at present engaged upon for the magtion, the novel of the era when the Old azine.
THE COUNTRY CHURCH IN South was lost forever and the New
AMERICA.-WILLIAM B. BIGELOW, the South had not yet found itself. Mr.
ROBERT GRANT'S “ SEARCH
architect, shows what it is, has been, and Page has devoted four years to the LIGHT LETTERS.” will be his replies ought to be (with 24 drawings, many of story, and he considers it his best work.
to various letters that were brought in them of historic churches). (It will be illustrated by B. West Cline- to him in consequence of his “ Reflecdinst.) lions of a Married Man" and " The
KITE PHOTOGRAPHY AND Opinions of a Philosopher."
NIGHT PHOTOGRAPHY are the sub“THE WORKERS.” – WALTER A.
jects of novel articles by Gilbert TotWYCKOFF, the college graduate who be
THE CONDUCT OF GREAT BUS.
TEN WOGlom and JAMES B. CARRINGTON. came a day-laborer in order to learn the INESSES articles, which have been (The illustrations are also unusual.) truth about the working classes, will con
so successful this year, will be continued. tinue the story of his two years' experi- The MODERN THEATRE, THE MINE, etc., SAINTE-BEUVE'S place in French ment. In '98 he will tell about his ex
will be described from the business point letters and his service to them are esperience with laborers and anarchists in of view.
timated in an essay by Prof. George Chicago and the problems of organized
McLean Harper, of Princeton. labor in city districts. (W. R. Leigh RUSSELL STURGIS, the wellwill illustrate it.)
known art critic, will have special charge THE CONFESSIONS OF A COL
of the department “The FIELD OF ART," LEGE PROFESSOR who lives on “BITS OF EUROPE IN AMERI. presenting not only his own point of $2000 a year, and is rather happy, are CA.”—The three most typical European view, but contributions from other au- published anonymously.
thoritative critics. settlements in this country have been
A. B. FROST contributes a series of studied by three women writers, Octave Thanet, Cornelia Atwood Pratt, and SENATOR HOAR'S POLITICAL 6 full-page shooting pictures. Elia W. Peattie. (The articles will be REMINISCENCES.-Senator Hoar is illustrated.)
a shrewd observer and a witty writer, THE DURKET SPERRET, by SA
and he has been in public life for forty- RAH BARNWELL ELLIOTT, author of CAPTAIN A. T. MAHAN'S “The five years.
“ Jerry,” is concluded in this number. AMERICAN NAVY IN THE REVOLUTION will be a group of articles written to
SHORT FICTION..- RUDYARD Scribner's Magazine is sold for 25 cents
KIPLING, GEORGE W. CABLE, a number; $3.00 a year. Remittances * The full prospectus for the next twelve KENNETH GRAHAME, and others, may be made to agents or to Charles Scribmonths, in small book form, with numerous illustrations (cover and decorations by Maxfield Par
are under engagements to contribute ner's Sons, 153-157 Fifth Avenue, New rish), will be sent upon application. short stories during 1898.
H. J. Traill.
Marietta's Marriage, A Week of Passion, Stapleton's Luck, The because his heart was not yet seared, and candid for that
his judgment was still unperverted by the cruelty and dis-
Legal--Ruling Cases-Law of Torts-Rogers on Elections..
Saturn succumbed to Jupiter we may suppose in
1802. The commencement of the Silver Age is marked
It must be almost impossible even for the most They showed, in fact, from the very outset of their opera-
tions that they had no idea of confining their attentions
These last three are evidently only aspirants to
and, as they doubtless flattered themselves, their not im- be unable to exercise those qualities through sheer mental possible admirers. The Silver Age, we see clearly, has confusion; and they no longer, therefore, attach a superbegun. Like its mythical prototype, though worse than stitious value to the privilege of coming unintroduced into the Gold, it was vastly better than the Brass, for the crities the presence of a public which is merely bewildered by only went on the war path once a quarter, or a little later: :their multitude. On the contrary, they have begun to once a month, whereas when the Brazen Age—for.adthois feel the need of an intermediary between themselves and —was ushered in by the appearance in. 181% of the the reading world. Looking round upon their crowded Literary Gazette, the critic began to go about his sinister and ever-swelling ranks, and “ conscious, as they are business
every week. As to the Iron Age, its commence- in the words of the famous judicial epigram—“ of each ment is almost an affair of yesterèay. It began when the other's imperfections,” they welcome and, indeed, crave daily newspapers, instead of Bestowing merely a casual and for the services of the discriminating dust-sifter who will intermittent notice upón: literature, took to opening their be quick to discern the flash of merit amid the rubbishcolumns liberally to the reviewer at short intervals and heap of incompetence. regularly-recurring dates. From the combined effect of The situation is not without its embarrassment for their separate action it has resulted that when one of these the critic ; but in one respect, at any rate, it simplifies great journals is not reviewing another is ; so that the his course of action. He is not called upon to excuse critic is now to be seen at work somewhere or other every himself for increasing the scope of activities which seem morning of our lives, and no author can be sure of not to be so much in demand. No apology, for instance, can awakening any day to find that intrusive shadow falling be needed for adding another to the list of journals which “ between him and his public.” The daily critic! devote themselves, exclusively or principally, to the art Do but consider what it means. The gentleness of the and industry of literary criticism. Vastly as that industry gentle reader turned into severity, the candour of the has developed of late years, its progress has been not candid sophisticated, at least, once in every twenty-four equalled merely, but outstripped, within the same period hours. This should be the worst and darkest of all our by the growth of literary production. Where the analytic literary eras for the injured author. It should be verily impulse abounded, the creative nisus apparently doth and indeed the age of the departure of Astræa--the age much more abound. There is apparently no reason to when Justice, despairing at last of preserving that scanty hope, or fear, that the former will overtake the latter, or remnant of impartiality which the critic has left in the that there can ever be a time in store for us when critics mind of the public, has finally taken leave of the earth. will be found increasing and multiplying with as much Or that, at any rate, is what ought to be the author's rapidity-even
rapidity—even relative rapidity-as authors. Nor, even gloomy view of the situation ; and that is what it would in that case, would it be possible by any conceivable exbe if there were any truth left in the legend of his pansion in the literary department of the periodical Press hostility to the “ irresponsible, indolent reviewer.” As to overtake and keep abreast of the stream of production. a matter of fact, his actual attitude towards this immense Already, however, the thought may have occurred to the development of the critical industry has been surprisingly reader of these lines that, even if this were possible, it different. So far from his having been driven in disgust would scarcely be desirable. To render an account, howfrom the field by the vastly-increased number and ever short, of every book published nowadays is a task activity of his “ natural enemies," he has redoubled, or only to be attempted on the quite untenable assumption rather quadrupled and quintupled, his own energies of that every such book deserves to be so treated. In offerproduction. One would think that he welcomed criticism ing to the public a new weekly journal dealing exclusively instead of repelling it ; that it stimulated instead of with the subject indicated by its title, we are animated by discouraging his literary ambitions ; and that his dread of no chimerical hope of accomplishing the impossible. injustice had been completely conquered by his desire for Literature, on the contrary, owes its existence in some notice. It has apparently been borne in upon even the measure to the conviction that, in the effort to satisfy Great Unappreciated that obscure merit, after all, fares every one of the innumerable applicants, deserving and better with too many critics than with too few or none, undeserving, for its notice, contemporary criticism is and may congratulate itself that its lot has been cast in a running a real danger of neglecting its discriminative time when, instead of sinking helplessly in the icy waters functions, and of forgetting that the special recognition of neglect, it is much more often found floating, per- which it owes to writers of genuine literary merit is neceshaps even too buoyantly, on a “boom.” But there sarily depreciated in value by association with a too is, perhaps, another reason why the ever-increasing liberal complaisance of attention to all writers whatsoever. crowd of authors, especially among the ranks of the While endeavouring, therefore, in these columns, to prounknown, have begun to look upon criticism with vide the public with an adequate account and appraiseother and more friendly eyes. They are getting dis- ment of whatever works may deserve any critical notice at mayed by their own numbers, and, what is more, they all, we shall at the same time make it our constant aim have begun to perceive that this feeling of dismay is to assign that position of importance to the higher class becoming general. They are uneasily conscious that, of literary productions which nowadays, amid the multieven if the reader still retained all the gentleness and plicity of claimants to the attention of criticism, they too candour which they were wont to ascribe to him, he would often fail to obtain.
monographs," and " appreciations ” without number, he has naturally made few new additions to the Tennysoniana with which all the world was already familiar: a fact
which only shows that inquiry and revelation had been Alfred Lord Tennyson : A Memoir. By his Son.
carried to the verge of the legitimate before he even 91+6}in. 516+551 pp. London, 1897. Macmillan. 36/- n.
entered upon his task. Such additions to popular know(FIRST NOTICE.)
ledge as he has made are to be found, as might be A biography of a great poet from the hand of one who expected, in the earlier chapters.
expected, in the earlier chapters. We catch a glimpse for stood to him in the three-fold relation of son, secretary, the first time, for instance, of the poet's grandfather--the and constant literary confidant must needs be full of wrongheaded and capricious old gentleman who left his interest for the world ; and Lord Tennyson's personal landed property away from his elder to his younger son, share in this memoir of his illustrious father abounds
and who deserves immortality if only for the monumental naturally enough in matter of the highest value. But the infelicity of the prophecy of which he delivered himself additions, copious in amount and various in kind, with
in handing to the youthful Alfred the honorarium for a which he has been able to enrich it indefinitely increase
poem which the lad had composed “ by desire ” on his its worth. It may be doubted, indeed, whether any work grandmother's death, “ Here is half a guinea for you, the of this description has ever before so munificently enlarged first you have ever earned by poetry, and, take my word the stock of public knowledge concerning the inner and for it, the last.” Had the unlucky old man contented himspiritual life of a profoundly thoughtful philosopher-poet, self with the less specific prediction that the boy would the opinions and judgments of a life-long student of Eng- never become a poet, he might even now be sturdily lish poetry, and the artistic development and methods of defending it in the Elysian Fields as a matter of indithe most exquisite of poetic artists. The book contains vidual opinion. But the hard fact that his grandson left letters of the highest interest from and to the late behind him the largest fortune ever amassed by the Laureate, an abundance of his own literary memoranda, exercise of the poetic art must be beyond the power of the a faithful record of his conversations, ranging over venerable shade to explain away. Another quaint picture a wide field of subjects, a collection of critical pronounce- sketched from the Tennysons of an earlier generation is ments, always weighty and illuminating, on the literature that of the poet's rigidly Calvinistic aunt who wept of the past, and, most precious of all, a singularly large
over the infinite goodness of the Deity in damning “most array of hitherto unpublished pieces from the hand of the
of her friends,” while she, who was “ no better than most poet himself. It is only by the biographer's resolute self- of her neighbours," had been picked out for eternal salvaeffacement that room has been found even within the tion--a reflection quite in the manner of Browning's thousand pages of these two substantial volumes for the
“ Johannes Agricola ;” and who one day remarked mass of illustrative matter with which they present us. encouragingly to her nephew, “ Alfred, Alfred, when I look “ According to my father's wish,” writes Lord Tennyson, at you I think of the words of Holy Scripture, Depart in the modest and judicious preface with which he intro- from me ye cursed, into everlasting fire !'" Something, duces the work,“ throughout the memoir my hand will be too, we hear, and would fain have heard more, of Alfred as seldom seen as may be ”; and he goes on to plead this Tennyson's brothers and sisters, the other members of excuse, unneeded, it appears to us, for its “ occasionally that extraordinary family of twelve-remarkable alike for fragmentary character.” It will surprise none who can recall longevity and genius—which has produced two poets of discertain famous and trenchant utterances of the poet that he tinct mark besides the Laureate himself, and is even at “ disliked the notion of a long formal biography.” “ He this day represented by five survivors, the eldest upwards wished, however,” adds his son," that if I deemed it better
of ninety and the youngest approaching her eightieth the incidents of his life should be given as shortly as might year. The poetic instinct appears to have developed itself be without comment, but that my notes should be final
almost as early in Alfred's two elder brothers as in himand full enough to preclude the chance of further and self, and, indeed, was in all of them, it would seem, an inunauthentic biographies.” His wish has assuredly been heritance from their father. In an interesting fragment fulfilled in this work. It is not always that what may be of autobiography he writes :called the “ official biography” of an eminent person is, or According to the best of my recollection, when I was about indeed deserves to be, the final one; but here the claim to
eight years old, I covered two sides of a slate with Thomsonian finality is quite indisputable.. What the biographer has blank verse in praise of flowers for my brother Charles, who was given us about the poet's “birth, home, school, college,
older than I was, Thomson then being the only poet I friendships, travels, and the leading events of his life" knew. Before I could read I was in the habit, on a stormy day, supplies an ample account if not, to use his own words, of spreading my arms to the wind and crying out “ I hear a of all that “ people naturally wish to know," yet certainly voice that's speaking in the wind,” and the words “far, far, of all that people have any sort of right to learn. Those away" had always a strange charm for me. About ten or who wish to know more will belong essentially to that
eleven Pope's “ Homer's Iliad ” became a favourite of mine, class of persons upon whom the Laureate half humorously,
and I wrote hundreds and hundreds of lines in the regular half seriously imprecated the “ curse of Shakspeare.'
Popeian metro—nay, even could improvise them,so could my two To readers of this order—an order unfortunately which
elder brothers, for my father was a poet and could write regular
metre very skilfully. various causes have for a good many years past contributed to increase—the new biography will be a wholesome dis
Again he writes :
At about twelve and onward appointment. One cannot honestly say that the story of
wrote an epic of six thousand Tennyson's life, domestic and literary, full though it is of
lines à la Sir Walter Scott-full of battles, dealing too with sea human interest, would as here told supply much “ copy
and mountain scenery-with Scott's regularity of octusyllables for a “ mainly-about-people” column. The biographer likely worth nothing, I never felt myself more truly inspired. I
and his occasional varieties. Though the performance was very has adhered so resolutely to his own sound principles that,
wrote as inuch as seventy lines at one time, and used to go writing as he does on a man who had already been the shouting them about the fields in the dark. Somewhat later (at subject during his lifetime of “sketches,” “ studies,” | fourteen) I wrote a drama in blank verse, which I have