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proved the humor of Mr. John Kendrick the typewriter from London, being not Bangs's Idiot. In his bachelor days, at unworthy of Mr. Anstey. And there are the table of the lady who became Mrs. many flashes throughout, while the spiritPedagog, he was amusing; but in the ualistic impostor who deserts his wife bosom of his family he has become some- because, like Ibsen's heroines, he feels what of a bore, because what he says is so

that he has his own life to live, is a rare indubitably obvious. The Idiot at Home is touch. By a strange coincidence the the name of Mr. Bangs’s new book, the question of the signing of checks under Idiot, Mrs. Idiot and their two children hypnotic influence, likely soon to be dishaving boarded around in the columns of cussed in a New York court, is foreseen different weekly papers for some time, by Mr. Wells; even in a tale of to-day he before taking up their final abode in this could not refrain from looking into the volume. Mr. Bangs is popular, immensely future. But love—that is, the little typepopular, but not with the bulk of critics writer who upset all Mr. Lewisham's plans, who have adopted certain formule of de- and sent him to fight in the common ranks nunciation for his work as hackneyed and in the struggle for life--and Mr. Lewismechanical as they declare his humor to ham himself are the main figures of a be. He deserves far better treatment than thoroughly well-written book. that, but nothing they will probably say Mr. Will N. Harben has gathered from of this latest offspring of his typewriter the different periodicals in which they can be entirely undeserved. It is unques- originally appeared a number of Northern tionably the least entertaining work he Georgia Sketches. All of them are readhas turned out.

able, but none of them is likely to become Mr. H. G. Wells has made a new de- a part of our precious heritage of dialect parture in Love and Mr. Lewisham, and stories. The rise of the magazine has has done well thereby. This tale of every given birth in this country to a certain day life, of the humble in London, is worth class of tales, of sufficient merit to deserve more than all his ingenious imaginings of publication in the pages of a periodical, the days that are to be. He prints on his but ephemeral in nature as these periodititle-page a bit of Bacon's wisdom, but cals themselves, fulfilling their mission his story tells itself, and the reader does acceptably during their month of life, but not feel burdened by its moral. It is just without real claim to preservation in a simple record of the ambitious resolu- book form. Mr. Harben's ten stories are tions of youth, and the interference of life, good specimens of this kind of fiction; of the “ great spirits and great businesse they are not out of place between the that doe keepe out this weak Passion . covers of this small volume even, but, yet Love can finde Entrance not only considered as literature, they have but into an open Heart, but also into a Heart little to recommend them. They are well well fortified, if Watch be not well kept.” written, the central idea of most of them That is the story, and it is well told. Its is ingenious or amusing, there is local humor, too, is of a fine quality, the open- color in them, but next month, and the ing episode of the youthful assistant month after, will bring as many more just master in a provincial private school, and as good, perhaps to be made into little There are as many possibilities in the the story of an English girl brought up creation of perfect physical or mental with her cousin, a Russian prince, in the beanty as in the conception of Franken- depths of the latter's country, on an esstein's monster, or the dual personality of tate that is a little principality in itself. Dr. Jekyll; but Miss Harriet Stark, the The master-plotter, his tools, the all author of The Bacillus of Beauty, appar- but successful abduction, the strange ently has failed to see the potentialities resemblance that causes the kidnappers to of her plot. Tales of this kind are the be deceived, the rescue at the last monatural property of romantic writers; ment, the jealous rejected lover who, at only powerful imaginations can make the crisis, rises to sublime heights of selfthem yield all they hold. But Miss Stark sacrifice—it all does yeoman service once is not a romanticist, but a realist. The more, to the entire satisfaction of not too idea of the German professor who has dis- exacting readers. covered the bacillus of beauty, and with Mr. Herbert C. Macllwaine has added, it inoculates a far from handsome girl, in Fale the Fiddler, a decidedly good making her the most beautiful woman in novel to the as yet rather short list of the the world, is full of promise. But what fiction of Australia. He has enlarged the does the author make of it? She has scope of this kind of story-taking in the dimly felt that the situation should yield larger financial forces that link the some symbolic lesson of life, but has mother-country to the squatter on the floundered into a chain of commonplace edge of the never-never, the monetary occurrences—making her beauty a nine- power that enables him to do his giant days' society wonder, a “special” for the

volumes in their turn, with just as much THE IDIOT AT HOME. By John Kendrick Bangs. Har- chance of success, and no more. per & Brothers, 12mo, $1.25. LOVE AND MR. LEWISHAM. By H. G. Wells.

By Will N. Harben. Stokes Co., 12mo, $1.50.

A. C. McClurg & Co., 12mo, $1.00.

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special” for the pioneer work, often only to dispossess him yellow press, a social struggler laden with at the moment when his labors are crowned debts, wrecked in happiness, and finally, with the dawn of prosperity. The Napoafter an attempt to get on the stage, a de- leon of finance is having his day in Engspairing woman who commits suicide. lish fiction: South Africa, and now AusThe clever invention is frittered away tralia, furnish the type, as well as London. upon realistic things; the greater possi. The man of the market-place is not a bilities (if such there be, as we do not pleasant figure—at least in novels; he is doubt) are neglected. The tale falls far inferior there, indeed, to the sturdy short through its author's lack of imagi- Anglo-Saxon who pushes ever farther the nation.

boundaries of empire, buys with his The good old adventure story continues strength and youth the greatness and to hold its own. Its essential components power of the realm, yet at the end finds are few, the possible changes in their com- his reward taken from him by holders of bination almost endless. Mr. K. Douglas mortgages and organizers of vast compaKing has taken the old ingredients in nies. It is all the economic law of the proportions that are his own, mixed them market-place, no doubt, and probably for in the fine, orthodox manner, added to

the best of the nation, but the humble them a new setting, and produced a tale worker who lays the foundation is cheated that, if not the best of its kind, is good of his wage. All this may be read between enough to keep the reader interested to the lines of Mr. McIlwaine's novel, which the end-the closing chapters being, indeed, the best in the book. Ursula is ,

URSULA. By K. Douglas King. John Lane, crown

8vo, $1.50.

THE BACILLUS OF BEAUTY. By Harriet Stark. F. A. Stokes Co., 12mo, $1.50.

FATE THE FIDDLER. By Herbert C. Mellwaine. J. B. Lippincott Co., crown 8vo, $1.50.

arrests attention in the flood of average recognize it for what it is, and its merits fiction as something fresh and strong. will be as patent many years hence as they

Mr. Frank R. Stockton resolutely re- are to-day. A tale of monachism in the mains a story-teller. Purposes, tendencies, early years of the thirteenth century, of

a schools—all the modern complications, King John's quarrel with Pope Innocent

, are far from his aim, which is that of III over the archbishopric of Canterbury, amusing merely, and he succeeds in it it deals with the ecclesiastical and hisabove all others. The topsy-turvydom of torical conditions of that day, the author, the world as he makes us see it when he whose evident deep research entitles her wishes never loses its freshness, nor does opinion to respect, drawing a picture of his art, which is sound and well-balanced, John that is far more favorable than the though he hides it so carefully that few traditional one. The central idea of the ever stop to consider the excellence of his novel, apart from its monachic study, has workmanship. Afield and Afloat, his new great possibilities. Hubert Walter, the volume of stories, has an introduction forty-third Archbishop of Canterbury, that none should miss, for it is one of the implores and commands his illegitimate best things in the book. As for the tales son to give up the world and his love, and themselves, what can one do except rec- to enter the cloister, that he may thus exommend their reading ? There is a man piate his father's only sin, and secure here who loves sailing and is afraid of paradise for him. This youth, thus made horses, and his partner, who loves driving a monk against his will and all his incliand is afraid of sailing-craft; yet the one nations, takes the reader into the monasis got into trouble by a horse that is tow- tic life of the century, and reveals the ing his boat through a canal, and the other growth of liberalism under the Papal ininto deep water by his horse, the two terdict. Miss Potter may not command being in both cases together. Then there success, but she deserves it. are some strange complications caused by

The Lost Continent is, of

course, Atlanthe Spanish war, in out-of-the-way spots tis. Mr. Cutcliffe Hyne has woven from whither the news of its declaration pene- his imagination a romance of this mystetrates tardily to the discomfiture of chil- rious country, drawing upon the Oriental dren of both nations alike; a beautiful absolute monarchies of the dawn of histribute to the romantic sympathy of the tory, upon the Rome of the decadence, much-abused but useful mule; a most and even upon palæontology, for his macheerful family ghost, and many other terial. The Empress Phorenice, who, after men and things of land and sea.

the manner of Nero, has declared herself Uncanonized, by Margaret Horton Pot- a goddess, rides on a mastodon; the megter, is a historical novel of sterling merit,

atherium still roams the wilderness, and well planned, well written, scholarly and the ocean holds gigantic monsters. The dignified, and yet it is not likely to share great empire is in a condition of disintethe popular success that comes to so many gration, senseless luxury, impiety and

, books of its class. On the other hand, it cruelty reigning in the capital; poverty is not a story that will die entirely un- and discontent without, the people being noticed, for whoever happens upon it will stirred up by the priests of the discarded the glamor of her court, even as John the these days of many books. This short Baptist denounces Herod in Flaubert's story has neither wit, sentiment nor art story-in short, the tale is an ingenious to recommend it; it belongs to the wishyrearrangement and adaptation of old washy, colorless kind of fiction made in things. Mr. Hyne chooses to make Deu- France specially for young girls. Not one calion an Atlantian; whether he identifies of the characters is sufficiently individuhim with the Noah of Greek mythology alized to be understandable; the poor we do not know, nor does it much matter. dancing-master himself is a lay-figure,

sun worship. Then there is the old high AFIELD AND AFLOAT. By Frank R. Stockton. Charles

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The author of “A Hero in Homespun' notwithstanding his senile love for the has given that vigorous tale of the Ken- young girl; the youthful lover is a sorry tucky mountains in wartime a worthy kind of an indistinct figure, at whom the successor in Pine Knot, which reveals author may be poking some quiet fun; afresh the virility of his handling of char- and the love of mademoiselle is mawkish acters, his power of interpreting the —just of the kind that prevails in works thought, speech, primitive manners and of this stamp in France, but which we customs of the mountaineers, and his gift exclude from the reading of our girls. of suggesting the rugged character under- The title-page of Sigurd Eckdal's Bride lying these outward manifestations. But gives no clue to the nationality of its the Rev. William E. Barton is more than author, Richard Voss, but a note aca successful chronicler of a race and con- companying the copy sent to THE BOOK ditions that are passing away; he is BUYER for review states that it has good novelist as well, a man who can in- been translated from the German by vent a good plot to carry the lore he Mary J. Safford. If Richard Voss really wishes to preserve from oblivion, a student be a German, it must be said that he has of character who can draw individuals as caught the style of the modern Scandinawell as a people, and make them lifelike vian school to perfection. Of this school Therefore his books are good reading even we know but little here and in England, for those who care little about the Ken- Selma Lagerlöf being the only one of its tucky mountain folk as they were half a members who has succeeded in making an century ago, who seek rather the common impression upon the English readinghuman nature that underlies all life the world in a translation of her “Story of world over, and for whom strong situa- Gösta Berling.” Sigurd Eckdal's Bride tions, the eternal story of love, ambition belongs to the school, in its sombreness of and manly endeavor, never lose their subject, its grey twilight of the high charm. The Civil War closes these pages, North, unrelieved by the warmth of sunwhich contain also a picture of the cham- shine and laughter. The solitude of ice pions of abolition in East Tennessee, and snow, the depression of long months whose memory should not be allowed to of eternal dusk, lies over all these books. fade. A strong, manly American novel. This latest story, whatever its origin,

The publication of a translation, by and we are convinced that it is ScanPauline W. Sill, of Adrian Chabot's The dinavian, shares the grimness of human Dancing-Master, in a neat little volume, tragedy that belong to them all, the dewith illustrations by Jessie Wilcox Smith, pressing grey atmosphere, the bleakness is decidedly an act of supererogation in and melancholy of the extreme North. PINE KNOT, By William E. Barton. D. Appleton & Co.

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507.-(1) I have been told that in Yale Univer- (2) We think no such list ever has been compiled, sity Anna Katharine Green's uovel, “The Leaven- and it would be impossible to make it complete worth Case," has been used as a text-book, to show the unreliability of circumstantial evidence, and

unless there was considerable telling of tales out again I have heard the statement denied. I am

of school. much interested in knowing the exact truth of the matter.

509.-I would like to know who wrote, and (2) In Benjamin F. Taylor's story of the battles where may be found, a poem containing the folat Chattanooga, under date of “Tuesday—Twenty- lowing : fourth” he says: “Let me think what is to-day.

“Give back the upward looking and the light, Away there at the North, there were song and Rebuild it in the music and the dream.' sermon; and the old family table . spread its wide wings ; and the children came flocking home

. . . It is Thanksgiving to-day!” A few pages farther on, under date of " Wednesday-Twenty

510.—The source of the following quotation is fifth," he says: “I think, too, that the chair of

desired: every man of them all will stand vacant against

“Each in its separate cell apart

Our hermit spirits dwell." the wall to-morrow-for to-morrow is Thanksgiving-and around the fireside they must give thanks without him, if they can." Please explain the apparent discrepancy. Thanksgiving day was

511.-Can any reader tell me whence comes this not always the same in all States, but was it ever

sentence : • Every great and commanding moon Tuesday ?

ment or movement is the triumph of some great J. V. D.

enthusiasm"? (1) It is improbable, for an imaginary case would have little or no force as a text for actual 512.-I am trying to find a poem that gives, in teaching, especially when real cases are plentiful,

a country boy's dialect, an account of a Christmas

or Thanksgiving feast, and the carving of the There is a remarkable collection of real cases in duck. The refrain is : " Chambers's Miscellany."

" When father carved the duck." (2) The explanation is, that “Tuesday-Twenty

It is not Riley's, and I have looked for it in vain fourth" is not the date of writing, but the title of in Eugene Field's volumes. the chapter. He is about to describe the events of Tuesday, but it is Thursday when he is writing. 513.–For years I have been trying to find out But when he arrives at the next chapter he im

about the royal historiographers of Great Britain.

From a reference book I learn that James Howell agines himself in the day it describes. Taylor was the first. I know that Dryden and Southey was always loose in his writing.

held the office, but where can I get the complete list and in the proper sequence?

R. H.

H, K.


A. L. C.

508.1) What single book, written and published in the United States gave the largest pecuniary return to its author ?

(2) Where can I find the best list of books that have been rejected by many publishers and have eventually proved successful?

514.4(1) Who said that an after-dinner speech should consist of a joke, a platitude and a quotation?

(2) Who spoke of authors that are rather praised than read?

(3) Charles Mackay, in his “Recollections,” speaks of "a philosopher whom Mr. Emerson used to call the 'purple Plato.' " " Who was the purple Plato?

(1) Probably “Grant's Memoirs,” for which his widow is said to have received $413,000 in royalties.

(3) Who was it that said of Ruskin that he “could discover the Apocalypse in a daisy"?

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K. H.

515.- When I was a boy I was much interested in a story of Sir Matthew Hale, the English jurist, told in one of the school readers, in which he changed clothes with a miller, got himself chosen

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