The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-04-18
THE MAY MAGAZINES.
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following list of articles;--
'Put Yourself in His Place." by Charles
Reade-Chapters XII and XII, with an illus
tration; ''Stage Coach Travelling Forty-six
Years Ago"-A Chapter from Mr.. Thurlow
Weeds Autobiography, by Thurlow Weed;
'Ab Astris," by Edmund @. Stedman; can
Editors Tales" No. V. 1.-THE Spotted Dog"
Part II. ''The Result," by Anthony Troll
lope; ''Nature and Dress" by John @. Ora
per; "Chanet," by j. w. De Forest; Soon
dolields, by H. H.; ''Ten Years in Rome"
The Inquisition; "May Song" by Robert
Weeks; George Sand," by Justin Mccarthy;
"Arbutus," by Anne Crane Seemuller ga
Marshal of France" by G. b. M; ga War
BILE for Lilac Time, by Walt Whitman; ''The
Lady Gruach's Husband, by Richard Grant
White; ''The Galaxy Miscellany" Drift
Wood" by Philip Quilibet; Literature and
Art" Memoranda" by Mark Twain; ''Ne-
bula, by the editor.
From on appreciative paper on "George
Sand" by Justin Mccarthy, we quote the
following
But in truth we shall never Judge George
Sand and her writings at all if we insist on
criticizing them from any point of view set
up by the proprieties or even the moralities
OF Old England or New England. When the
passionate young woman, in whose veins ran
the wild blood of Marshal SAKE, found herself
surrendered by legality and prescription to
marriage bond against which her soul re-
volted, society seemed for her to have re-
solved itself into its original elements. It's
conventionalities and traditions contained
nothing which she held herself bound to re-
spect. The world was not her friend, nor tue
worlds law BY one great decisive step she
sundered herself forever from the bonds of what
we call society. She had shaken the dust of
convention from her feet; the world was all
before her where to choose. No creature on
earth is SO absolutely free as the French
woman who has broken with society. There,
then, stood this daring young woman, on the
threshold of a new, fresh, and illimitable
world; young woman gifted with genius
such as our later years have rarely seen, and
blessed or cursed with a nature SO strangely
uniting the most Characteristic qualities of
man and woman as to be in itself quite un-
paralleled and unique. Just think of it-try
to think of it! Society and the world had no
longer any laws which she recognized.
Nothing was sacred; nothing was settled.
She had to evolve from her own heart and
brain her own law of life What wonder if
she made some sad mistakes Nay, is it not
rather theme for wonder and admiration
that she did somehow come right at last L
know of no one who seems to me to have
been open at once to the temptations of
woman's nature and mans nature except this
George Sand. Her soul, her brain, her style
may be described, from one point of view, as
exuberantly and splendidly feminine; yet no
other woman has ever shown the same
power of understanding and entering into the
nature of man. If Balzac is the only man
who has ever thoroughly mastered the fnyste-
ries Of a woman's heart, George Sand is the
only woman, SO far as 1 know, who has ever
shown that she could feel as a man can feel
1 have read stray passages in her novels
which 1 would confidently submit to the
criticism of any intelligent men unacquainted
with the text, convinced that they would
declare that only man could have thus ana
lyzed .ae emotions Of manhood. l have in
my mind Just now especially passage in the
novel 'Piccinino" which, were the author
ship unknown, would, 1 am satisfied, secure
the decision of jury of literary experts that
the author must be man. Now this gift OF
entire appreciation of the feelings of diff
ferent sex or race is, 1 take it, one of the
rarest and highest dramatic qualities. Espe-
cially is it difficult for a woman, as our social
life goes, to enter into the feelings of man.
While men and women alike admit the accu-
racy of certain pictures of women drawn by
such artists as Cervantes, Moliere, Balzac,
and Thackeray, there are few women-indeed,
perhaps there are no women but one-by
whom man has been SO painted as to
challenge and compel the recognition and
acknowledgment of men. In the GdJGGy
some months ago l wrote of a great English
woman, the authoress Of "Romola," and 1
Expressed my conviction that on the whole
she is entitled to higher rank as novelist
than even the authoress Of 'Consuelo. "
Many, very many men and women, for whose
. Judgment have the highest respect, differed
from me in this opinion. / still hold it,
nevertheless; but freely admit that George
Eliot has nothing like the dramatic insight
which enables George Sand to enter into the
feelings and the experiences of man. go
so far as to say that, having some knowledge
of the literature of fiction in most
countries, l am not aware Of any woman
but this one who could draw a real,
living, struggling, passion-tortured man. All
other novelists of George Sands sex-even
including Charlotte Bronte-draw only what
may call 'womens men. If ever the two
natures could be united in one form, if ever
a single human being could have the soul OF
man and the soul of woman at once, George
Sand might be described as that physical anc
psychological phenomenon. Now the point
to which l wish to direct attention IS the
peculiarly of the temptation to which {
nature such as this was necessarily exposed
at every turn when, free of all restraint and
rebel against all convenuonality, it con
fronted the world and the worlds law; au'
stood up, itself alone, against the domination
of custom and the majesty of tradition.
claim, then, that when we have taken all thes
considerations into account, we are bound t.
admit that Aurora Dudevant deserves tn
generous RECOGNITION of the world for tn