Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1893-01-05
WITH PEN AND NK.


By L Z y
LOVE N ITALY.
They halted At the terrace wall:
Below, the lowered city lay;
The valley in the nosniight's thrzn
Was silent in 9 sxoon Of May.
As hand 70 hand spoke one soft we-d
Beneath the friendly ilex-tres
They knew not, of the fame that stirred.
What part was Love what Italy
They knew what makes the moon more bright
Where Beatrice and Juliet are
The sveeter perfume in the night.
The lovlier starlight in the star;
And more that glowing hour did prove.
Beneath the shelfering iIex-tree,-
That Italy trsnsfgures Love.
As Love rransfgures Italy. R u.
From the De Winnie press. by way of
the Century Co., comes beautiful piece
of book-making in the form OF a slender
volume of verse by Robert Underwood
Johnson, member OF the Century's edi-
torial staff. The opening poem, which
gives its name to the collection. The
Winter Hour" is here printed for the
first time, the other and less ambitious
poems having appeared in the magazines
during the last half dozen years. The
Winter Hour" is written somewhat in
The spirit Of Stevenson's lines in "a
Child's Garden of Verses
Show am to sing you praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery hooks
Reading picture story bsoks?"
Except that it is of the maturer joys Of
manhood that Mr.. johnson sings. The
gracious influence of books, art, memory,
music, wife and child, all that brings
man close to bis own heart. is touched in
with a serious and delicate hand that
knows how to capture feeting thought,
imprisoning it securely but unframed.
The lines in which the great masters OF
art are characterized are especially happy
in thought and expression:
Let Nillet speak in melting tone
voicing the life that once was stone,
Ere Toll had found another dawn
OF Bethlehem at Barbizon-
Nor Is it winter while Dupre
With daring sunlight leads the way
Into the woodland rich and dim;
Who love the forest, follow him."
And then it is pleasant to find in the
lyric, which pleasantly breaks the graver
verse, the lines printed without name
in the Christmas Century to accompany
Dagnan-Bouveret's Madonna.
All through the volume one finds lines
that beg to be read aloud, but it would be
an injustice to the noticably even quality
OF the poems to allow the inference that
it belongs to the class OF verse that only
now and them lifts itself into quotable
passages; for the whole is greater than
the parts.
fThe Century Co., n Union Square,
New York
The Critic says that "Mr. ]. NJ. Barrie
is one OF the few authors who does not
disappoint one in his photograph. Some
OF the engraved portraits Of this delight
full writer are not altogether satisfactory,
but the only photograph of him have
seen realizes the ideal that one has of the
man. There is no pose, no called-up ex-
preston, but there is one Of the most
thoughtful, mos. honest faces the camera
ever succeeded in fixing upon paper.
You would not call Mr.. Barrie handsome
from his picture, but you would probably
say, as some one did to whom / showed
the picture without saying whose it was
That is the best face l ever saw In
his writings Mr.. Barrie shows az much
genuine humor as genuine piety, but in
his face you don't see the humorist at all.
The large eyes are those Of the serious OBJ
server-of the author of The Window in
Thrums' and The Little Minister, not of
him who wrote Walker, London and
The Professors Love-Story."
To the readers who found, ga Window
in Thrums," and "The Little Minister"
deliciously humorous, in quiet vein,
this division of Barrels works into grave
and gay in in itself not without humor.
There is always something Of the sober
Scot in Barrie's manner, and this contri-
butes largely to the delicacy Of his hum
orous effects in thess two books, but to
mistake this whimsical seriousness for
true gravity is to be loser by literalness.
The real surprise would be to find man
of the subtle art Of which Barrie lie
master with farcical Bill Nye type Of
face.