The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1866-05-04

LITERARY.

THE ARaosY for May has been placed on our
table by the agent, Mr.. JOHN RUSSELL. Tho title
page is changed, whether for the better, is mat
ter Of taste, each one must decide for himself. It
now sails under tho following flag: '"The Aryosy,
magazine Of tales, travels essays and poems."
"Too late" is a pretty poem by JEAN INoELow,
on topic that has been of;en sung; man meet
ing his former sweetheart, now another mans
wife, ALEXANDER SMITH has an article on Dreams
snd Dreaming, quito readable, but nothing more.
HENRY KINasLE1s "Gossip about Gardens" is
interesting. CARLYLE has made Teutonisms quite
the rage in England. The young writer's all en-
deavor to improve on Queen V1oron1As English.
WEBSTER and WORCESTER are quite behind the
age. "Prospects' is word entirely tabooed.
CARLYLE always has outlook German aussicht).
KINGSLEY, in this article, has "1ook-out instead.
Dean AFFORD defends SIT is me )" and KINGSLEY
improves on this by saying "As for zoe little
ks,"-upon what authority We are not tod.
Rascas and rascaksses is another KINGSLEY in
novation; this, however, perhaps only sportively.
What is a chiuying family Mr.. X. does not conde-
scend to enlghten his readers. "Outconee is quite
favorite expression with the same writer-in the
sense Of offspring, result, consequence. Where
he gets it we do not know; for it is not even Ger
man; il it is intended for the German Abkunt1,
it should be of-conle.
Cape Ustant is q readable little poem on an in
cident in the life Of NAPOLEON. AS the Belerophon
passed this Oape the ilustrious prisoner stood on
deck
"Ushant?" he asked and replied,
eyes. sre;" whereon he raised
His little pocket telescope,
And gazed, and ever gazed.
For bours and hours he hardly mov'd;
And II his eyes grew dim.
We never saw it; there he stood,
And none went near TO him.
Till with faint and tickle wind
We drew from of the coast
And in q noontde haze of heat
France faded and was lost.
Napoleon's thoughts in that last look,
It were but vain to seek;
Enough he had to think upon,
If he had gazed week.
| And sometimes from his rock perhaps
BE saw, amid the shine
or lonely waves, Cape Ushants ghobt
Upon the dim sea-line.
This poem is written by W. ALL1NaHAa1, based
| upon al anecdote, given in ''Memoirs Of an Aris-
tocrat, by Midshipman Of the Belerophon."
There is one feature, in cotemporary English
literature we are very sorry to observe, and tha
is the fashion Of appending the writer's names to
| their articles in reviews and magazines. In Ame-
RIGA this has always been the custom, but to our
thinking, it was one to be avoided rather than
adopted. In England the practice has been quite
otherwise. It is only Of late years, journalism or
authorship has risen to the rank of O re-
spectacle profession. Twenty years ago, it was
not considered the thing to have people pointing
| at one, "There goes the Tines;' "thats KIT NORTH
who writes those funny things in Back,oood" {"
ETC. But now competition is rapidly bringing it
down to the footing Of common trade, and pub
lishers advertise their magazines, just as haber-
dashers, linen drapers, and patent medicine VEN
ders bring theirs to the notice Of the public. In
this JOHN BULL is certainly copying after his vul
gar transatlantic cousn and the said JOHN ought
| to be ashamed Of himself.
The French practice at present OF writer's sign
ing their names to every article published in news
! paper, or publication Of any kind-never mind
what the subiect-matter Of the writiug-has, per-
! taps, had aofnething to do with introducing the
fashion into England. But the Fronch press en-
joys the privilege Of Censor, and names are re-
quired, which is not the case in England. The
new fashion pays well-both authors and pub lish-
ers, we dare say-but the practice must be detri-
mental to the best interests Of literature.
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