New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-11-03
LITERARY NOTES.


The eighth volume Of Dr. Horace Howard Furness's
splendid new varorum Shakespeare is coming from
the Lippncott press 1t contains " AS You Like It."
Miss Katharine wormeley, the translator of Bal
FAC, Is preparing translation of Les Maitrcs Son
neurs.' by George Sand. 1t will be published under
the TILE of " The Bagppers.'
In some interesting "reminiscences published in
The Home Journal" Mr.. Morris Phillips writes:
At reception given in NewYork about thirty
years ago, at tho home of those two charming sisters
Alice and Phebe Carey, among other literary lights
present we're the two poets and partners George F.
Morris and N. p. Willis one OF the guests. lady
brought with her an album, in which she was collecting
Ths heart hat Is given 70 many
Can never be true any.
II was willlss turn next and the author OF many
But what do you know OF the fan
II You are only constant to one
1t may be Of interest TO say here that, like Dick
ems, Wills had the habit Of preparing his copy for
the printer with exceeding care. He wrote always on
fooscap. ana made numerous alterations and Inter
neatIOns, but when copy' left his hands the work
was final and complete. lie knew what trouble,
noyance and expense were caused by making altera-
lions in the proof, and he made any. If his
matter was carefully set and the proof corrected IN
the printing office. it came out exactly he desired
Mr.. Brander Matthews and Mr.. G. II. Jessop have
been, it IS understood, preparing together book
which is soon 10 appear under the ute OF Check
and Countercheck; Tale Of Twenty five Hours"
Mr.. J. Ashby-sterry writes to /" The Book Buyer in
reference TO the sale OF autograph letters The only
drawback with regard to ceebrtys letters is that
he, the manufacturer to speak, gets no profit on
their sale. l know a case of popular author who
saw letter OF HIS advertised for five shings. lie
went to the dealer, looked at the letter, and asked
how much had been given for IT. lie was told four
shilings. WhereupOn the author offered 10 supply
the dealer as many he pleased at hafacrown
apiece This seems to be a sensible and purely bust
ness view Of the transaction but the dealer did not
seem to think that letters written order would have
so ready sale those acquired In promscuous
fashion'
The November Century, presents what is becom-
ing unusual both in this country and I'm Great Britain
a really beautiful poem. Its author, Mr.. John IL.
Boner is a young gentleman who was formerly In the
Government service In Washington, and who is now
pursuing a literary career in this city This piece OF
verse has some lines which might be improved but
one does not care to carp at thing of such rare
music 1t Is a poem which deserves to Live Its
title is Poe's Cottage at Fordham.'
Here lived the soul enchanted
ly melody OF song,
Here dwelt the spirit haunted
Iy demOniac thfOng;
Here sang the lips claed,
Here gricf and death stated;
Here IOVed and here minated
Was he, SO iran, SO strong.
Here wintry winds and cherries
Tho dying freight blew
While he whose song was peerless
Dreamed the drear midnight through,
And from duh cmbelS chilling
Crept shadows darby filling
The silent place, ana thrilling
His fancy as they grew
Hero, with brow barred to heaven,
In starry night he stood,
| With the lost OF seven
| Feeling sad brotherhood.
Here In the sobblng shower:
OF dark autumnal hours
! He hearl suspected powers
Shrek through the stormy wood.
| From visions of Apollo
! And of Astartes bliss,
| He gazed into the hollow
| And hopeless vale Of Dis;
| And though earth were surrounded
| BY heaven It still mounded
| with graves. His soul had sounded
| The doorous abyss.
Proud mad, but not defiant,
lie touched at heaven and hell
Fate found rare soul plant
| And rung her changes we'll
| Alternately his Tyre.
stranded with strings OF fire,
Led eath's most happy choir
| Or flashed with ISRAELI
No singer Of old story
| Iuting accustomed lays,
| No harper for new glory,
| No mendcant for praise,
| lie struck high chords and splendid,
Wherein were nercely blended
| Tones that unfinished ended
| with his unfinished days.
Hore through this lowly portal,
Made sacred by his name
| Unhcralded immortal
| The mortal won't and came
| And fate that then denied him,
| And envy that decried him,
And malice that belicd him,
Have cenOaphed his famo.
@would You XIII Him." a novel in which Mr.
| ceorae Parsons Lathrop presents the case agains
capiial punishment will be brought this week. from