The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1874-03-24

eXempl1ned 1B colonel ana MIS-. morley.
No other book that / remember ever
to have seen gives such a revelation of the
astounding ignorance of the English people
with reference to our country. That man
of Lord Lytton's position, aud his genius
and culture, should be so easily imposed
upon as to believe in the conventional - Asa
Trenchard" Yankee being the typical Amer
ican gentleman almost passes belief; yet it
is trne, witness his putting into the
mouth Of Colonel Morley the word "kinkle,"
and then gravely explaining in note that
it meant notioni And now for trip across
the Atlantic. After Prudence Palfrey,"
that last and best of Aldrich's stories, comes
"The Lords Day Gale" by Edmund Sted-
man; bnt even that can't make the passage
rough, though it's metre is fairly stormy,
and as rugged as a stone lighthouse on
a rock. 1t has certain power,
but does not equal some of its
authors previous efforts. There is
titled "Congratulation," but IL is almost too
long for quotation. "The Cohansy Tea
fight" is very smart little story of the olden
time, told by Quaker grandma. | extract
the following dialogue: "Aunt Elizabeth
had looked uneasy for a few minutes, and, as
grandma paused to take up stitch, she said
mildly, Some people would say, grand
mother, that it is not very wise to be putting
lOVe-stOries into the heads of these young
girls Grandmother looked up. and her
bright eyes twinkled little. Elizabeth
said she, does thee know that the white
kitten had her nose in the cream this morn
ing?' Yes answered Aunt Elizabeth; Il
sa her. Did thee show her the way to the
milk, Elizabeth?' NO. said Aunt Elizabeth,
surprised. 'Ohv said grandma, Il didn't
know but some one had put 1t IN
her head Aunt Elizabeth smiled
and went on with her hem-stitching.
" Life in the BacKwoods of Canada" has
come to an end, as / should think it must
always, after reading this account of the
bush," technically 20 called. "Baddeck"
keeps on with its quaintness and its Evan
geline glamour. There are articles on List
and on Mistral's Calendar" and one en-
titled "a Modern Financial Utopia" "MOse
Evans" is continued; and there is bright
article upon the British Upper Class in Fie-
tion," by T. S.Nadal. The reviews and criti-
cisms are, as always, fine and true, and the
number closes with gossip about art,
music, and so forth. Among other notice
able things in Lippincott's, for April, is an
expose of the commonplace
sPIRITUALIsTIC PHENOMENA,
not especially remarkable in itself perhaps,
but made so by the writer's evident honesty,
and by his friends immediate discovery of
the frauds practiced. They went to pray,
and remained TO scOf, and their con-
clusion of the whole matter is that
though there is force as yet uncompre-
hended, it has nothing to do with spirit,
but is certainly dependent on the medium
himself. In the department OF fiction this
magazine is rich indesd, for beside its lead
ing serial, Malcolm" by Macdonald, there
is sort of character study in serial form,
called "a Modern Cressida," which is ex-
ceedingly interesting, albeit it has certain
weak ness suggestive of the school of ."Oui-
da." Its heroine is aspecies of modern I'm
dine without soul, and whom even Love
himself could not dover with one. A short
tale by the author of . Blindpits,' is told in
a felicitous style, and is more than Ordina-
rily good story. 1t is called Mrs. Burnet' s
Story, as told by My Wife" There is another
called "A Pair of Fugitives," and there are
morereminiscences of Walter Savage Landor,
told this time by one who knows whereof
he speaks, Thomas Adolphus Trollope.
"Florida Reefs and Keys" a continuation of
the "New Hyperion" and, With Count
Beauvoir in Japan and California" fill up
the remaining PAGES, with the exception OF
the space allotted TO an imaginary dialogue
in verse, between Raffaelle and Giuho
Romano in the Sistine chapel in 15l7. 1t
would be easy, in many cases, to find fault
with our periodicals on the score of their
choice of subjects, for there is too often a
monotony in the table of contents, and a
triteness not to be desired. But it is difficult,
| if not well nigh impossible, to be unhack-
neyed in these days of much ink-slinging
therefore, let us ''be aisy, and if we can't be
aisy, be as aisy as we can" As pendant
to this talk about periodicals, 1 wish TO call
attention TO new feature in that excellent
weekly, Harper's Bazaar. For some
months the admirers of that paper
have observed excellent but unobtrusive
woodcuts on the last page, illustrative
of New York gamin life, or as a friend hap
/ ply called it, Gavrocherie, after the little
| nero of Les Miserables. Wolff, the draughts-
man IN question ought to make himself ia
nous, il he does not, by his wonderful
sketches OF the ''small boy" and the small
girl OF Gotham. These little creatures al
ways have on clothes too large for them, by
several sizes, and are otherwise conspicuous
fol disproportioned "cheek. and generally
/ celtic cast of countenance. The humor oi
these pictures is of kind not to bear trans
ferIing by means of photography, put
to be laughed at, needs but to be seen. n
| b. This Wolff is no relation to the one thai
ate up Little Red Riding Hood; instead ht
would have handed her down to fame in one
of his inmitable sketches, also in an over
whelming cloak and with her materna
aunt's shoes on. G. 5. n.