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such apparently safer ones as the
external life of a literary aspilant iii New
York, and putting forward his theory of
superficial realism as the unconscious at
tempt of the dog 10 the manager to make
other people believe, and himself also most
of all, that he is not in the manager after all.
As far as Mr.. Howells is concerned person
ally, he has not written OF human passions
simply because he has not known them. He
has not penetrated the great body of life, he
has never seen within the veil of the temple,
let alone the holy of holies where the high
priest of genius goes up once a year Tor once
in a lifetime). Mr.. Howells has been a critic
rather than a creative artist. He has
promulgated the theory of realism as against
romanticism, and his novels have been as it
were diagrams to Illustrate his theory. But
in my next letter l shall try to do justice to
that theory and the vast good it has accom-
plished.
Literary News and Notes.
A book was published six weeks ago which
introduced a new man to the American pub
lie who bids fair to be in everyone's thought
in a very short time, for Major Pond after
hearing him lecture once before a private
club in Brooklyn, on the topic of his book
Immediately made him an excellent offer for
a lecture tour, and he is preparing to start
very soon. When Major Pond makes a new
man an excellent offer of this sort it means
that he sees popularity in him.
The book is "Reality VS.. Romance in
South Central Africa, y and DR.. james john
son says that after a journey through the
worst parts of Africa, including the savage
and pestilential districts, which he made
alone and on foot, he can assert chat Stan
ley's reports are all wrong, and that the
Africans are very good-natured if you take
them right. He was gone W years and
never fired a shot even in self
defense. James Johnson, MD, was
49, - Al --l n - It..Aw ..s..N.
years old. When a young nan he went to
Jamaica and married, and there as an
evangelist he built up nine congregations
that have over nine thousand members in
less han fifteen years. He studied medicine
at Toronto, however, and two years ago he
set out at his own expense to see Africa,
travelling for two years on foot through
South Central Africa.
A new novelette, by John Oliver Hobbies
has just come out In the pseudoymn library
which is the most refreshingly interesting
bit of writing which has been published in
some time. 1t is called "a Bundle of Life"
and is a little love comedy which takes place
in twenty-tour hours at an English country
house. It is as intense and thrilling as a play
on the stage, and the exits and entries seem
exceedingly like those arranged on the stage.
But this very dramatic quality is what inter
ests. The author understands what love is.
Her characters are nearly all in love,
with whom they are in love
that is, they think they are in love with
persons they really find they do not love.
One man refuses to marry the woman he
loves, and one woman proposes outright to
the man she cares for; yet everything seems
natural enough, even if it is rather intense.
The book is a little drama of human life
which the American public is evidently go
ing to appreciate, for the first edition was
sold out on the first day, without adyertis-
ing, on the strength of two advance re-
views.
A certain New York publisher, who was
formerly a banker, says he has. discovered a
clerks for Mr.. Cofiin's little book. 1.-THE Gist
Of Whist" Do banking n whist go to-
gether so peculiarly?
A play that must be very amusing to
literary men and journalists has just been
brought out in London by Sydney Grundy.
He calls it san Old Saw" Three years ago
Mr.. Grundy ran atilt against the dram
attic critics, and perhaps this play is
''sweet revenge" for its chief char
acters are Journalists who praise and
condemn the things offered to them with an
eye either to their personal prejudice or to
the advertisement columns of their papers
The interest centres about the Moonlight
Club, composed of such journalists. A
young author offends the club, and the
writers composing it thereupon league them
selves together to damn his play. That such
a state of things as is represented really
exists in London is not supposable, but the
scenes in the club are said to be exceedingly
realistic and admirably managed, and the
various types of journalism are very cleverly
contrasted.
At o dinner recently in Paris given to lola
and Coppee, lola made a little speech, in
which he says:-'When I came to Paris |
called myself Provencal. I am a Partisan,
however, for l was born in a room above the
little printing office at No. 10 Bis Rue st.
Joseph. 1t is true that my father was a
Venetian and my mother a Beauceronne. |
used to roam the streets when young n in
poverty, and one of my greatest joys now is
to say to myself, as I stop before any familiar
landmark, This I have described, and that
| have made the starting point for a story
And when l have found myself before some
place my pen has left untouched, / exelaim,
land that might be made matter for a new
book.'n
1t is said that Marion Crawford has
written a new novel of American life which
is to be published this spring, and it is darkly
limited that he will write a series of books
on an American family, as he took up the
Saracinescas in Rome. So far his American
subjects nav not been regarded as success
full; but his friends, and doubtless he HIM
self, believe that this new series will retrieve
his lost fame.
1t is very amusing to hear English papers
rail at American writing and the "Ameri-
can language Charles Scribner's Sons
have just brought out a translation of the
Memoirs of Pasquier, translateded by Mr..
Roche and an English journal, suppos-
ing that Mr.. Roche must be al American,
wrote a savage attack OF the American
style of the translation. 1t appears, how
ever, that Mr.. Roche is an Englisnman and
has lived most of his life where he now re-
sides, in Chelsea, a suburb of London, and
moreover he hates the so-called american
Language" quite as cordially as the savage
critic.
The annual returns from royalties on the
books Of Guy de Maupassant is reckoned at
$1,000. though last year the income was
$4,000.
ALrHEus SHERw1N COPY.
New York, Jan. 30.
PUBLIC LIBRARY CIRCULATION.
The record of circulation of books for
home reading for the week ending February