New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1894-05-11

uba-s &c the great writer WAC snail use 'he
,,aenscent mass OF material for historical romance
drama and poetry waiting In the archives VI
early Irish literature? There was some hope ina.
in Mr. w b Yeats had arisen poet and drania'iSt
who could nty deal with this niue OF power anu
beauty but thus far the young man mas H't '"9'
fed this hope. He has not shown caPdciN io
sustained dramatic effort. his best Work Del'S III"
pretty lyrics.
vr. Wards "Marcela" has gone into IT'S fourth
edition In England.
.orbe word It has touched retains the warmth "
life forever" says Lowell OF imAshau'"' "a ,l
literary fragment printed In The century, -
talk about the age OF superstition anu i" ~
thew were passed away, as If no Shos' coud w
IN the pure white light Of science !e' 'ne 1.
scope that can distinguish between tns "S"' -
a., IN tho blood of man and OK is helpless mere
dead evebaI before this mystery OF be''s, '"'
wonder Of life the sympathy which pu's 10 "
,a,,on with all nature before that mighty cireuao
of Deity in which the stars and systems arc NV ~
the blood-disks in our own VEINS
u IN. library Of the Massachusetts historical
coo,.,v stands a cabinet containing neary Two
hundred folio volumes Of documents copeI 'ioii
the originals by experts These represent Fr"'''
Parkman's research among the manuscript sou''''
OF his splendid historical work.
hor, the other minor poets OF England are no"
enthusiastic has just brought out his HIST oooN'
The verses therein have much or subtle sweet"e''
q far-off strain OF melancholy beauty ana al CIV
more or less marred by unpoetc rhytnms, woiu'
~ ,ne,anhors one Of the most musical IS DaisS
A berry red a guleless look
still word-strings of sand u, ba,r.
And vet they made my wild. VIII hed''
Fly down TO her little manu-
For. standing artless as the air.
nd candid the SKIES
she took the berries with her hanu
And the love with her sweet eyes
rN. ,airest things have feetest end;
Their scent survives their ciose'
HT To ' him that loved the rOse'
She looked a little wlstfully.
Then went her sunshine way
The seas eve had d mist on II,
And the leaves fell from the day.
She went her unremembering way.
She went and left in me
The pang Of all the partings gone
And partings yet to be-
Mr.. F. Marion Crawford has written paper en-
pt,ad "a View of Modern Mysticism for the
June number OF the Macmillan periodical BOOK
Pavieys" The publishers have lately enlarged this
magazine to double It's original size
Mr. Killings jungle Book" a collection OF
stories OF animal life has just come from the press
1,ho outbors literary conscience was never more
consnicuous than in these tales for children Ihe
work is as strong, as vital. and as beautiful as
that Of his ambitious books
The new Western magazine, THE Midland Month
w." seems 10 show that region devoted largely
IN business ''hustlng' does not distinguish ltseI
IN the effort to produce poets. The prose or the
new periodical Is really excellent; 1t Is simple
terse picturesque. But the verse is painfully crude
tre and full of echoes 1t has not even the merit OF
poetic thought to say nothing OF expression. II
the "literary centre much talked about ever goes
West 1t will not be apparently because or the
wreathed smiles and graceful beckonings OF 'he
versi6ers.
A volume OF Mature Studies" by Mrs. j. o..
Wright is announced by Macmillan. These studies
are Of England woods and fields ana a large
paper edition of the book is to be illustrated by re-
productions of photographs made by the author.