Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1882-02-21
LITERARY NOTES.

MIR, Longfellow is particularly font
Of Thackeray's works. "He was 81
great-so honest writer" the old poe
says.
The greatest sale ever achieved b,
any American poem was that OF the
100000 copies Of DR.. Hollands "B't
ter SVeet."
Miss Mamie Morris, of Cincinnati
three years Of age, is phenomenal poet.
ess, the equal of those other prodigies
the Goodale sisters.
king Oscar Of Sweden has com.
pleted new play in five acts, which is
to be brought out this winter at Stock.
holm. II is called "The Castle of Kron-
berg"
Miss Dawes, the daughter Of the
Senator from Massachusetts, will make
her literary debut in the next number OF
the U'de Acdke.
MIR. Walter Browning has thus far
written 9S,S23 lines Of poetry. His
first work was written in 1888, and con-
tanned a thousand lines of blank verses.
In the March Vide .i,cake, under
the title, "How | Entertained Two Little
Girls" an old schoolmate of Miss Louisa
NJ. Acott will give some charming rem.
inisceuces of that popular author.
The lady who writes stories over
the initials S. A. l.. f. NJ, is the wife
of Mr.. John c. Wyman, a gentleman
well known in Boston and New York,
and famed as one of the most gifted
story-,ellers.
A portrait Of Luther, until now un-
known, has been discovered in an old
Leipsic church. |, is stamped upon gilt
leather. and bears an inscription which
Identifies it. 1t is well preserved and is
a good likeness and fine work Of art.
MIR. Henry James is, i, is reported,
about 10 write a novel of Cambridge
life. Mr.. James is now nearly forty
years old he is a man OF medium height,
of firm figure. and full and now ruddy
face. His hair ard eyes are dark, his
forehead is high, his full beard close
cropped.
"A story is told that lady once
asked Thomas Carlyle if he would rec
commend some plain, interesting history
of England suitable for her little girls.
"Oh," said the grabbed philosopher,
",hey had better read Macaulay's Eng
land il is the most childish know"
Mr.. Charles Dudley Warner is now
in the south of France, and has been
eating strawberries in Ayignon. "To
come in" be writes, "of winter morn
ing from a walk in the abounding sun
with handful Of roses and see on the
breakfast table even the humblest straw
berry, is more pleasing than stalled OK
and snow in England" D."
-"Hermes Tresmegistus is the title
Of poem, nearly two pages long, which
Mr.. Longfellow contributes TO the Feb
ruary Century. The subject of the poem
is the reputed and semi-mythicsl author
of numerous works which appeared in
the fourth century OF our era. setting
forth the religion and philosophy of the
new Platonis,s.
A candidate for the appointment to
the Bodleian hbrarianship, who fiatters
himself that he is skilled in Latin hymns,
lately bored Mr.. Swinburne for some time
by a conversation on hymnology. The
poet, with characteristic audacity, in
vented line and half of monkish Latin,
and asked if his interlocuter happened
to know the hymn from which they
came. know it - was the answer;
"why, | say it over every night before
going to bed.
The North american Rerie,r pre-.
sents in It's February number, Part iii. OF
its series of articles, on The Christian
Religion" 1t is from the pen of Geo.
P. Fisher, the eminent professor of ecles-
iastical history in the Yale Divinity
School,-as thorough scholar and as
able defender of the Christian faith as
this country affords. A powerful present
alton Of the claims OF Christianity is made
by the distinguished theologian.
There is hardly a Sunday.school
teacher but who gets out Of patience with
his Suuday-school 'help'-it helps him
so little, or not a, all. The comments
and expositions in it are so often of the
merely "goody -goody" sort, and its ex-
plantations are of too little value to pay
for the time spen, on them. That is not
the way, however. those feel who
take the National Sunday-schoot Teach
er. That is worth something. Its JAN
uary number is just what it ought to
be-its own equal Send for that num-
Der. then subscribe and stop grumbling.
-"Where were you last night said
the Judge to a prisoner. Carnival OF
authors" said the prisoner. "Staid till
s o'clock was little Dryden, and went
to Goethe drink. couldn't pay the
Scott, and Longfellow at the Wayside
Inn asked me my name. Robert Burns" !"
Put him out, says he. The Dickens
you WILL saysI. My Holmes in the
Highland drinking the beer You'll
get no Moore here says he and the little
Blue Boy came along and ran me in.
That's Watts the matter, judge, won't
tell 8 falsehood, I'm innocent as a
Lamb And the Judge thought so. for
he sent him behind the bar for thirty
days, a wiser if not Whittier man.
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