New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1869-11-30

opened the beatiudes for u.s. To this day one IS as
true fairy tale to us as the other, and we arc giad
of il.
But il il by the so-called fairy tale OF moderh
tunes that our little are in especial wronged ana
confounded. The flood of heavy morality conveyed
under these bewiljering parallels Is enough 10
swamp for life the intellect of any ordinary emu.
Hans Christian Andersen Is responsible Tor mucn vi
this His most exquisite stories were meant not lor
children but child-like adults. The man, single
hearted as himself reads the beautiful parable
through the Joy or mischance of his own lie ana
finds in it an inexpressibe tenderness and pathos'
The host of Andersens imitators. however, VINO
Gil our childrens periodicals, intend to write tor
yong people, but keep one eye turned back on the
possible grown reader who bestrides and hampers
them with as fatal grip as did the old man OF inc
sea bestrde Sinbad. They pour forth ordinarily thell
own morbid experiences of life through series OF
turgid. uninteresting fables which are to the poor
boys and girls dreary stuff enough.
After this forced, dollhouse work, the little book
before us comes to us like invgorating breath OF
outdoor air. We fancy the writer to be man who
fulflls his own description Of William Blakej
"whatever was simple and truthful went to his heart
and he was not easily deceived by outside appear
ances, but knew how to see heart that could be
touched and if there was anything worth loving, ne
was unite sure to love it because he knew that God
did too"
few short articles THE Music-party, The Singing
of the Sirens The Return of Orpheusl, upon which
most labor has apparently been spent appear 10 us
not successful, if intended for children. The re-
mainder of the book is simple and homely and VIII
ten out of that wonderful belief of childhood which
makes all objects in the world alive and sentent We
call it glamour as we look back to it in after lfe but
to some of us it remains always present as the com
mon light Of every day. and these speak to children
with no foreign tongue, but their own
The book contains sketches of the lives OF few
great men, Huber, Scott Mozart Blake, told precise
" as one would be apt to tell them to a manly boy
seated on ones knee with breyity bodness andforce
of meaning not likely to be forgotten. After
these come stories, some of which are old friends
with the little ones through the pages of the River
side Magazine. The book is not issued as a ChIlst-
mas volume; but among all the offerings which that
day calls forth we doubt if any will be found more
imbued with the genuine genial holy meaning OF the
time than the stories of The Neighbors or The Three
Wise Little Boys The book should be hung on
every tree that Kriss Krngle brings. 1t VIII keep
fresh all the year the very chof the snow the echo
of the old Christmas carol, how
The shepherds at those tdings
Reioced much In mind,
Aud left their hocks afeeding
In tempest, storm, and wind,
Aud went to Bethlehem straiShtWay.
The blessed Babe 10 hud
Now to the Lord sing praise,
All YOU within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
For the holy tide ~ Christmas
All others doth eface.