Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1862-02-07


JoHN BRENT-By THEoDoRE WINTHROP, au-
thor of ''Cecil Dreeme." Boston TicknOr
& Fields, 1882.
"JOhn Brent,"-that is all there is TO the
title, but it is not all there is to the book
How the glory of Winthrop has flashed out
upon the literary world since he fell vic
tim to this accursed rebellion. Modest, qui-
ct, and uuassuming as no was, he had q
wealth of thought and expression in him
that is granted to but few men in our times.
He was not known to the reading world even,
before his death, save by his magazine con-
tributions, but posthumous fame has been
htly bestowed upon him. The present novel
is iull to the brim of life and action. There
is not page within the covers that does no;
thrill and inspire one with something of the
exhuberant spirit of the author. It is g
story of American life, of wild ride over
The plains from California TO the States; of q
lady rescued from the clutches OF q villain,
who had carried her eff from a Mormon
train, which, with an aged and deluded
father. she was accompanying to the para
disc Of poligamy; of wounded hero; of a
subsequent search for the lady through
America and London. The field is wide
one and full of adventure, and the reader is
borne on as in a resistless food of sympathy
to the end. The chapter ga Gallop Of
Three" is perfect marvel of glowing,
thrilling, bounding life. Read this extract:
awe gsllOped abreast,-Armstrong at the
right. His weird, gAunt white held his own
with the best of us. No whip, no spur, for
that deathly creature. He went as if his
masters purpose we're stirring him through
and through. That stern intent made his
shows nteel, and put an agony of power into
every stride. The man never stirred, save
sometimes TO put hand 10 that bloody
blanket bandsge across his head and mple.
He had told his story, he had spoken his er-
rand, he breathed not a word. but with his
lean, pallid face set hard, his gentle blue
eyes scourged of their kindliness, and fixed
upon those distant mountains where his
vengeance lay, he rode on like a relentless
fate
Next in the line galloped. Oh, my glo-
rious black The great, killing poce seemed
mere playful canter TO him. such ss one
might ride beside timid girl, thrilling with
her first free dash over a aOwery common,
or golden beach between sea and shore
But from time to time he surged a Iittle for
ward with his great shoulders, and gave a
mighty writhe Of his body, while his hind
legs came lifting his hanks under me, and
| telling of the giant reserve of speed and
power no kept easily controlled. Then his
ear would go back, and his large brown eye
/ nth it's h1nnlr 1O,L
round ct my bride hand and then into nv
eye, saying as well as words could have said
it, This is mere sport, my friend and mas
ter. You do not know me. have stuff il
me that you do not dream, Say the word
and l can double this, treble it. Say the
word let me show you how can spurn the
earth Then, with the lightest love pres.
sure on the snsfie, would say, Not yet
not yeti Patience, my noble friend YOU
time will come HE-l&E
At the left, rode Brent, our leader. Ht
knew the region; he made the plan; he had
the hope; his was the ruling passion, -
stronger than brotherhood, than revenge
Love made him leader of that gallopinl
three. His iron-gray went grandly, viii
white name Tapping the air like signal
flag of reprieVe. Eager hope and kindlinI
purpose made the riders face more besutifu
| tnan ever. he seemed 70 Dehold Sidney
motto written on the golden haze before him
Yam aKt iaUeniaBl aHt faciu1s.' / felt M
heart grow great, when looked at his calm
features, and caught his assuring SMILE,
gay smile but for the dark, fateful resolvu
beneath it. And when ne launched SOM
stirring word of cheer, and shook anothe
ten of seconds out Of the gray's mile, evel
Armstrong; countenanee grew less deathly
as he turned to our leader in silent response
Brent looked fit chieftain for such wilt
charge over the desert waste, with his buck
skin hunting shirt and leggins with farini
friDges, his otter cap and eagles plume, hi
b7onzed face, with its close, brown beard, hi
elate head, and his seat like eentaur."
This is but sample. Get the book at J
B. Cobb & Co.'S and see the rest for your
selves.