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they may not know the pain of unrequited days in insisting that the artist conform love. They make love to the Lady Pip- to the same moral law to which other men pinworths, to atone for having humiliated are subject. Nevertheless, the errors of them.
genius have always commanded, and will “How we change!” says Tommy, mus- always command, an undying sympathy. ing pensively of his boyhood.
When the failings of the Goethes, the dinna change!” growls Aaron. And that Shelleys, the Byrons, and the Tommies is the remarkable thing about the Tom- are recounted, we echo Corp's cry“ Dinna mies. It is so difficult to change them. tell me to think ill o’ that laddie!” Is Sin leaves its mark upon the rest of us. it because we believe that downright We are never quite the same again. Some- genius, like downright love, atones for times it hardens us. Sometimes it wakes everything? Rather it is because we feel us up. The Tommies are neither hardened that the errors of genius are those of an nor awakened. Why? Is it because, impulsive, generous nature, and we prethrough it all, they have been but chil- fer the generous sinner to the calculating dren at play and thus have preserved the saint. purity and innocence of childhood ?
Very early in the story of Tommy's There have been—there are—there al- manhood, Mr. Barrie told us that he was ways will be artists, in whom the man is suppressing a great many of the nice strong enough to keep the child within things that Tommy did, for fear that we him in order. He probably is the great- might like him. But we saw through est artist, as well as the greatest man, who Mr. Barrie all the time. We knew that can be at the same time, most a man and he was chastising Tommy in order that most a child. But to be an artist at all, it we might love him the more. And we is absolutely necessary that the child be are sure that the Creator, in dealing there. The presence of the man does not with the Tommies, remembers that they seem to be so essential.
are but children. Society has done well in these latter
Mary Taylor Blauvelt.
But just across the furthest hill
I know the fairies live.
I crossed the meadow and the brook
There was another still. -- From " Last Songs from Vagabondia," by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. By permission of
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DOUBTLESS the first thought of more
been a man of letters, simply, for these
now forty years,—always of the best comHowells’s recount of his own day and gen- pany, and almost from the first as a peer; eration, has been,—“What? and he at the who not only has seen the whole growth age when one prints his Reminiscences !” of our modern authorship, but has done at But Emerson's “god of bounds” came least as much as any other to promote it? even more swiftly to the old-time annal- His working method, besides, can hardly ists. As an offset, here and there a mod- be applied to better advantage than in this ish writer scarcely in the forties antici- narration. Those who demur to realism pates the “fatal rounds” of Terminus, in imaginative fiction must confess its and, with a keen eye to the future, gives value, illumined by the touches of a huout the chronicle of a not indispensable morist and poet, in delineation from the past. Our chief novelist has timed his life. personal retrospect more fitly. And who The procession of Literary Friends has a clearer call to make the public a and Acquaintance which Mr. Howells has sharer of his memories than one who has marshalled for us gives evidence that we LITERARY FRIENDS AND ACQUAINTANCE. A personal
have no other man who can draw upon a Retrospect of American Authorship. By W. D. Howells. more striking and inclusive muster-roll. Harper & Brothers, crown 8vo, with many illustrations, $2.50.
IIis conjuration of times and the men, for
such it is, consists at the outset of first Taylor, when the poet-traveler was lecturimpressions; secondly, of these impres- ing at Columbus. The present writer well sions confirmed or modified by the expe- remembers how true it was that Taylor riences of after years. The worth of im- then“ was filling a large space in the pressionism is as the personality of the thoughts of the young people who had any observer, and to know how men and things thoughts about literature." He was the struck Mr. Howells, on his first pilgrimage hero of aspiring 'American youths. Mr. to the East,—to see them with his clear and Howells understood, even then, that buoyunforgetful eyes,—is something a reader ant nature, and his tender yet judicial will be glad not to have foregone.
sketch of Taylor is a fit overture to the Before setting out, he had met Bayard course of these reminiscences. Taylor's
marked belief in a personal existence forth like Rasselas from his valley. This hereafter is recalled by our observer. The one's wander-jahr,-crowded into a halfelder poet was
sure of the other world.” summer,—was the outcome of a longing In the case of Lowell, on the other hand, for the seaboard, and for poets and men Mr. Howells thinks that the notion of a of letters above all. It was in that divislife after death weakened with his years, ional year of the rise of Lincoln,-the " as it is sadly apt to do with men who
apt to do with men who prime of our noble elder school of writers, have read much and thought much ; they the springtime of those next in age. The have apparently exhausted their poten- Taylors and Howellses of American life tialities of psychological life.”
our D'Artagnans of the pen-were not Howells's own start was not unlike born and reared like Motley, Sumner, CurTaylor's, as respects purpose, breeding, tis, Lowell, Norton. These never could and the steadfast, wholesome stock from have quite felt the matriculant impulse; which he derived. Both had to do with at all events, their ingrained habit would type and ink in printing-offices. The have prevented them from giving it play. Ohioan had a scholar's bent, and his po- It was a shy, but self-contained young ems, in the volume made by himself and palmer that neared the down-east Athens, his comrade Piatt, were more elusive and and with a true passion saw the ocean, the artistic than those of Taylor's early col- woods and slips of Portland, the Salem lections. There are worse lots, for such a gables, before seeking out Longfellow and young man, than to be bred apart from Hawthorne themselves. His detours were great centres, and in due season to go revelatory acts of faith; and in the case
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itself, and more and more it knew when
to withhold itself.” Howells still is “ sure of Longfellow,-in whose measures he had that with Tennyson and Browning Longwritten, subject to the spell of Heine fellow shared in the expression of an age against which the master now warned him, which more completely than any former —the pupil in after years never cried out age got itself said by its poets." Througho'that young enthusiasm. I recall his esti- out this volume its writer is tenax amimate of Longfellow's genius, written not citiarum,-as loyal to friendships and asso long ago, which some of us thought too sociations once formed as to judgments high. Yet it would be hard to impugn which he sees no reason for disturbing, as the closing statement of the beautiful true to the humble memory of a Keeler as chapter on “ The White Mr. Longfellow," to a Curtis, Quincy, or Child. And on his - chapter that, with those on Holmes last page we have an enviable tribute to and Lowell, belongs to the culminative Norton, “our chief citizen," rendered at portion of this retrospect. The pupil had a time when it is like moving to the side lived to be one of the judges of the frag- of an almost unattended champion. A mentary reliquiæ of the dead poet, and so like independence braces the full characgave his voice for the publication of all terization of Boyesen, and bestows upon that had any completeness, since "in every that alert Scandinavian a justice long due one there was a touch of his exquisite art, to one who held his University chair by the grace of his most exquisite spirit.” sheer merit, who was devoted to letters One felt that "the art of Longfellow held and his guild, yet who received too frigid out to the end with no touch of decay in recognition from those who censored the it, and that it equalled the art of any other social life in which his lot was cast. poet of his time. It knew when to give At the time when our pilgrim reached