The Jewish advance. (Chicago, Ill.) 1878-1881, 1881-04-22
CHICAGO, APRIL 90, 1881.

to the satire of the whole system of the
church it contained, he was innocent.
as he knew not at that time of life, the
most hopeful and the least doubtful for
him, that he portrayed in vivid colors
part Of the troubles which he was to en-.
counter However it is, the editor of
the journal appended note, very en-
couraging note.
This poem Timopheev omitted reading
to his patrons; not out of modesty, but
because he understood it better when he
read it in print than before he had sent
it in for publication, and would not
enter into conversations on such topics
with his kind patron. The martial
genius ofPrincess W. however, brought
the poor fellow into hot water on ac-
count of his poetical sally.
Has father seen the poem Faith
Love and Hope, by wicked annonym-
Gus, the initials of whose name are like
those of this gentleman?' she asked
glancing at Timopheev with malicious
smile.
The poor poet blushed to the roots
of his hair.
''No-said the Country notice was
not directed to it. Is it good?"-
1T is we'll executed in rhythm and
rhyme, Princess replied. AS to
the contents-it strongly favors of
scepticism.'
Have you read it?" the Count asked
his companion.
Yes, my Lord = Timopheev STAN
mered.-
"Why did you not tell me about it?"
Il considered it too insignificant my
Lord"
You ought to have shown it to me in
MS. before you sent it to the pub
lisher'-he said bluntly.
L considered it too insignificant. my
Lord, Timopheev stammered in con-
fusion.
His Lordship smiled archly. But his
"martial daughter broke out in hilari-
Gus laughter at Timopheev's expense.
so we have the poet and the sceptic
before us, whose Hope vanishes over
the graves without giving him any assur-
ance about what ne is so anxious to
know!"
Il do not know what you are talking
about, Nadya-the Count said-Mr. 7.
will please read the poem TO me, and |
may then be able to understand you bet
ter"
The companion read the poem with a
palpitating heart and faltering voice.
1T is good-the Count said-rising
from his seat and stalking about hither
and thither in the room. The poor com
panion thought that he was angry, but
he was mistaken. When he sat down
again, he said with a very kind smile;
Il wish the poet would not write many
such things; there is something in him
which may bring him into trouble, And
you will please rot rely on your own
judgment in telling me the contents of
journals in the future Tastes will
differ, you know, and what you consider
insignificant, may just suit my taste
Timopheev felt little reassured, and
when his kind patron began to dilate
upon the bearing of the poem, he hon
estly confessed that he had not intended
to put in it all that the Count found
therein; he also confessed that it was
not out of modesty, but for fear that the
production might diSplease his Lordship,
that he avoided calling his attention to
it.
You contradict yourself, but this is
always the case with you dreamers. You
anticipate in life that at which your owR
individual convictions and inclinations
-shudder, and in youractions, too, your
anticipations master you more than your
knowledge Thus you did not intend to
put into your poem all that | found
therein and yet you were afraid it might
displease me" II have adduced this
story only for the sake of the remark,