National Republican., 1881-10-22
WILD WORK; THE STORY OF THE RED RIVER
TRAGEDY. By MARY Z. BRYAN, author of
"Manch.p New York: ID. Appleton g. Co. Wash
ton: w. II. 4 0. IL Morrison.

"Manch." New York ID. Appleton & Co. Wash
ton: W. II. & o. II. Morrison.
The times of this story, which possesses
great dramatic interest, are those just succeeding
| the termination Of the rebellion, and cover the
period generally known as the reconstruction
era" Although the authoress states that 1t Is not
intended to display any partisan bias 1t is evident
that her prejudices are largely in favor of the
South Romances founded upon political Incl
dents can never be impartial In their treatment of
the causes which lead 10 or the effects which re-
suit from those incidents and although In wild
Work" here Is much-more by ipference than by
| actual language-said against the carpet bagdy-
nasty" yet had the Government sustained those
who, Notwithstanding the odium attaching to the
name of carpet-bagger," songht TO uphold Re-
publican principles and 10 give the newly-eman-
cipated freedmen his equal rights before the law.
n "solid South would not have been known.
POEMS FROM AN EDITORS TABLE. BY HUGH
FARRAR MCDERMoTr. New York. q. l.. Put
Mans Sons. Washington: J. G. Parker.
The poems in this little volume are un-
pretentious, none of them are stirring, but some
glide in gentle rythm, and show no little merit.
The following will serve as sample:
THE DAY IS PAST.
The day Is past. the night is here,
When friendships tie sever;
And she we love shall disappear,
Returning 10 us never.
30 runs the world through weary years;
Eenyet our joys are spoken
The laughing eye Is dlmmed with tears,
And tender links are broken
Oh, sweetest mouth that eer was made
To kiss parting over
Oh. fhirest cheek that e'er was laid
Upon downy covert
My life you Irvine in loves embracc;.
Offreedom you deprive me;
And as dwell on every grace,
To loves despair you drive me.
Your spirit floats along the aIr;
In sunny tides find II;
And when fades the world Is bare
To him II leaves behind II.
HOUSEHOLD HINTS BY EnNA wHITcoMB BAB-
COCK New York d. Appleton & Co. Washing
ington: w. H. & o. II. Morrison.
This little book will be found of value
TO every lady In the land. II she Is at present in
charge of household II will bo a ready assistant
| in teaching the easiest and most complete way OF
performing her duties and IL she has not yet at
tanned that dignity II will enable her 10 become
| so familiar with every department of household
matters that when the time comes she will be per-
foety at home her labors and not be at the mercy
ofiguorant or impudent servants.
| GERALDINE: A SOUVENIR OF THE isT. LAW
RENEE. Boston, James X. Osgood Il Co.
Washington u. ID. Mohun.
This poem, q romance in rhyme, is
| modelled TO a certain extent upon owen Mere
dith's "Lucille" The story is exceedingly inter-
| esing, being tale Of love- passion, and retrbu-
tion. As q specimen Of word painting the follow
ing gem Is given:
Like mirror
| The river reelected the sky, that seemed nearer
/ Than ever TO brood Ger the world. AS serene
As picture OF peace was the beautiful scene
The mId-afternoon sun. swinging low In Its place,
With an antnmn-like glory suffused all the space
Round about them. The far-away htops were
crowned
| As with silver.
There could hardly be more passionate utter
ance than is found In the lines commencing
| know,
Could you stand by me- darling (God grant II be so
When at last am but q white silence. you'd hear
a new message to you through the calm atmosphere
| Round about me. My lips might not move; but as
clear
AZ the ciearest artIcuiaie speech they would tell
or the hunger that starved me 70 death And so well
Would you then comprehend all the longing and need
\ ] had suffered. think you would plying plead
4 For the seal OF that silence In mercy TO break.
| Tint might not eternaly want For your sake,
| MY beloved, to tenderest speech would come,
| Though the highest archangel might bid me be
dumb;
Out Of pltiful rest the white silence would rise,
| Aud begulie you with kisses. and quiet the cries
or your heart for the loss OF my love- and the grave
| Would In mercy release me to you.
|