The morning call., 1894-10-21

year, until at length, toward the end OF
some suspicious cluster of seasons. the
glacier recedes beyond the upper margin
OF the basin, leaving it open from shore
! to shore Tor the first time, thou
| SANDS OF years after its conception be-
meath the glacier that excavated
| lis basin. The landscape, cold and bare. is
reflected in its pure depths; the wind ruffies
its CLASSY surface and the sun fills it with
| throbblng spangles, while its waves begin
TO. lap and murmur around its leafless
shores-sun spangled during the day and
| rejected stars at night its only flowers,
the winds and the snow its only visitors
| Meanwhile the glacier continues to recede,
and numerous rills, still younger than the
lake Itself, bring down glacier mud, sand
grains and pabbles, giving rise to margin
rings and plats of soil. TO these fresh
| s0I-beds come many waiting plant.
First hardy careX. with arching leaves
and spike of brown flowers; then. as the
seasons grow warmer and the soil-beds
| deeper and wider, other Sedges take their
| appointed places, and these are joined by
the gentians, daisies, dodecatheOns, vio-
| LET'S, honeywortS and many lovely moss.
| Shrubs also hasten in time to the new
gardens-kalmia, with its glossy leaves
and purple flowers, the Arctic willow,
making sOft-woven carpets, together with
the healthy bryanthus and casslope, the
fairest and dearest of them all. Insects
now enrich the air, frogs pipe cheerIly In
the shadows, soon followed by the OuZel,
| which is the first bird TO visit a glacier
lake, as the sedge is the first of plants"
| Numerous illustrations enrich the volume.
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FIVE Books OF SoNG.-Under this title
Richard Watson Glider gathers all his
published poems up to date. Mr.. Glider is
the editor-in-chief of the Century Maga-
zine, and from his practiced pen the public
expect nothing but good work. The
poems. of which there are large variety, in
subject as we'll as in form, have evidently
been elaborated with great care and toll.
ihe verslhcatlon is gen orally correct; In
deed, as far as outward form goes little
criticism can be made. The best poems in
the collection are undoubtedly the SON.
nets. In these Mr.. Glider often misses
perfection narrowly. Even as they stand
they can bear comparison with almost all
except the r. best sonne!s In the English
tongue. Taking all things into considera-
ton the reader will probably come
10 the conclusion that the best are: "Pbe
VioliD," "Despise Not Thou" "Holy
Land" "Call Me Not Dead" "Undying
Light" and ''On the Life Mask of Abra-
ham Lincoln" In many of the poems will
be found pleasant pictures and bright de-
scTiptions; indeed. through every portion
OF the work one sees the uplift of the
spirit to reach the highest. 1t will surely
come. that spark Of fire" that will fuse his
experiences in imagination, and this Joined
to Mr.. Gilder's mastery of form will result
in work the world will not willingly let
die. New York: The Century Company.
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ARMAzINDY.-James Whitcomb Riley
has conquered world of his own. large
world too, and every inhabitant thereof
deems new publication of his poetry a
literary event. Oliver Wendell Holmes,
the genial autocrat, said that Mr. Riley
was "a later Hosea Biglow, quite as origl-
nal and more versatile" Certainly great
praise to be compared by such a judge as
the professor to the work of that literary
artist, James Ru ssell Lowell. After read
ing MIR. Riley's poems there is little rea-
son to wonder at the reputation he has
won, for his songs of lOwly humanity are
so franght with feryor, pathos, humor
and grace that they penetrate in a telling
way to the heart Of man. The pre- sent
book Is a collection of poems of which
ArmaZindy is the first. II is story of a
young girl left by the accidents of life the
sole support of an invalid mother and q
HELPLESS aunt. Armazindy is equal to the
task, and accnmpiishes it without bit of
murmuring Very touching is her love
story, and in the telling not a bit of pathos
is lost. Among the other poems will be
found Leonalnie, In Imitation of Edgar
Poe. The imitat was so we'll done that
IT deceived Z. G. Stedman, and was by
him long believed to be genuine poem of
Poe's. Mr.. Riley is very happy in his use
of dialect, whether it be that of the H.
dianian, the negro or child. To our mind
his best work is The Schoolboy's
| Fayorite"
An pa ist snuggies me tween his knees
| An he p hold the lines
An peek out over the buffalo robe,
An the wind Isr blows And the snow ist snowsl
1 AM he N iSfs a N
An the old horse tosses his head an coughs
| The frost back In our face
| An rather go to my gran'mas
Than any other place.
A very pretty picture that will readily
| be recognized by people who have been to
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The MAN WHO MARRIED THE MOON
! Not since Rudyard Kipiing's "'Jungle
Book" have the young people had such a
treat as is in store for them in this book
of tales which takes its name from the title
| of one of the most wonderful and fascinat-
ing of the lot. As all magaZine-readers
know, Mr.. Lummls has made good use of
the five years he has spent among the
! Pueblo Indians of New Mexico, but in
none of the work he has done for older
readers has he surpassed these tales for
young people. Familiar with the language
1
listened to the stories told by old men to
the boys gathered about them in the long
winter evenings. Anu now they are re-
told by Mr.. Lummis, and it is not improb-
able that he has improved upon them
bit, as least they have the charm of narra-
tive and vividness of description which at
taches to all of his work. But they are
wonderful stories anyway, fully as
wonderful as their titles-"The Ants that
Pushed on the Sky" The Man Who
Wouldn't Keep Sunday" "The Town of
the Snake Girls" for instance. There are
lots Of excellent pictures, too, about these
strange people and animals of which these
charmingly strange stories are told. New
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ARTHUR OSHAUGHNEssY.-In an un-
pretentious little volume, Louise Chandler
Moulton has given an interesting sketch
cf Arthur O'Shaughnessy, his life and
work, with selections from his poems
The delicacy with which she has handled
the subject occasions regret that the au-
thor did not see fit 20 make a more eX-
tended sketch of the part this hitherto
almost unknown of English poets played
upon the stage of life during his brief
career. Born IN London in 1874, he died
there in 1881, his maturer years having
| been entirely spent in the Natural History
, Department of the British Museum. Not
all of his pOrlng over dusty tones or clas-