St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-11-13

Hlan. Briefly, it Is this: To charter
Nip, stock it with luXuTieS and neceS-
hities, and sail away in search Of-ideaS.
The start will he made shortly. Mr..
hawthorne said the scheme was ego"
rom the minute it was thought of, and
that he personally was in love with the
notion.
Mr.. Hawthorne's name heads the list
of voyagers. The other literary pill
grims are DR., r. N. Kelley Jr., Paul B..
Du ChaiIu, the distinguished African
explorer; A. L. Penrose Jr., and Mr..
Rich, a Boston artist, and. perhaps, one
or two others not yet definitely decided
upon. The expedition for inspiration
will sail, first, for the West Indies and
the WindWard islands, and will then
take Il course to the South American
coast, Japan, Malay, India and other
places. The voyage is to last, as stated,
three years.
Naturally. SO unusual a proposition
has made talk in many circles. The
berS, who has plenty of ideas of his
own, what he thought Of this one.
"It's corker," said he. and his keen
gray eyes flashed as he brought down
his hand with emphasis on mass of
papers on his desk. ''Its corker, and
yet there's no need of ransacking
heaven and earth for heroes; you can
find them right here at home.
This Voyaging abroad is the logical
result to be expected from the Juror Gre
ated by Haggard and Kipling and Ste
vPnSon. The old theory was that the
novelist must confine himself to types
familiar to the people for whom he
wrote. This was the school of Smollett,
Sterne, Fielding, Dickens, Thackeray.
Scott and the host Of men of lesser i'm
portance. People took up their books,
and, after reading them, said: why, l
know people i'll everyday life who re-
semble my favorite characters In this
book 1t pleased them. 1t charmed
them. They were glad to see mirrored
before them the pictures of their friends
or of chance acquaintance they might
meet in the crowd. TO say of an author
that his types were true to life, Or eX-
listed in the world every day, was to ac-
cord the largest measure of praise.
The world, then, for the novelist, be-
came q mirror, in which each man and
woman might see reflected the faces of
his enemies and his friends; his hopes,
his dreams, his aspirations. his regrets
in brief. himself aud his surround
Ings."
"And tits lot so today?"
The blue smoke wreathS curled up
rom Mr.. Chambers cigar. 'With the
coming of Rider Haggard," he said, "a
strange unknown world was opened to
Us. Mr.. Haggard laid stress upon new
environments, and subdued us COM
Detely to that feature of his unique
work. Heroes were brought forward
who were only to be found in the native
wllds of Africa. We knew nothing of
This type of manhood, its failings, viz
tues or shortcomings, yet what Juror
Haggard's successive novels created.
"Kipling did the same thing; he in
.erested us in the types of the land of
The midday sun. TO be sure, he had
at first his English and Irish soldiers,
and told of their doings in India; we
could all appreciate that, for of course
we, as English-speaking people, know
the Irish type, and our own type, the
world over; but when Kipling had Sc
cured his audience in two continents he
went ahead and gave us the native
hero, the man with the ivory black
But not the black woman"
"No. with all their marvellous sue
cesses, neither Kipling nor Haggard
ever seriously attempted to portray a
woman. Their books are mostly with
out heroines. And YET, to my thinking,
woman is still the noveliSt's most i'm
portant study. A work from which the
feminine element is entirely aridicated
can never be thoroughly satisfactory.
Woman-iD actiOn--i is essential to a
successful effort in fiction, and as such.
she should be studied at short range.
The beautiful Mrs. Seymour was very
proud to act as the model for Charles
Reade. i met her several times at
Knightsbridge home. She moved about
like a rosy angel of peace.
Novels, continued the speaker, "are
etchngs of the eternal struggle for ex-
istence or the search for early happi-
ness--that utterly delusive will-of-the-
wisp. Carlyle says that if smudgy
boutblack, homeless and hopeless, had
half of the universe given him in the
morning, happiness might abide with