The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1895-10-27

America is Just as badly off, though
she is not obliged to make open confess
sion, having no places to fill. There is
no great writer of verse in this country.
nor sign of any. When he does come
however, it will be without much stir or
warning, as the Kingdom of heaven
comes. Nothing is stranger than this
matter of great genius. Culture has moth &.
ing to do with il. and a great man in any
line, a real genius, IS as liable to appear
in one age or one country as in another.
Let us hope that when he does come to
us we shall be able to recognize him.
THE FRONT YARD and Other Italian
Stories by Constance Fennimore
Woolson; Harper d Brothers; cloth,
Sl.25.
This is a handsome volume finely illus
trate1, containing six famous short
stories by Mrs. Woolson, who has left Il
deep impression on studies of American
literature. The best remembered of all
the entertaining stories of the volume
are In Venice and A Pink Villa. the
former having originally appeared in the
A tlanlic Monthly several years ego. All
the rest, with possibly one exception, APP
peared in Harpers' Magazine. Coming
out this early in the season We predict
for this attractive volume a very large
sale. There will hardly be any other
volume of short stories to compare with
it during the year.
For sale by Stoll & Thayer. who by the
way, are catering to the very best trade
in the region.
AS THE WIND BLOWS. by Eleanor
Merron; Lowell, Coryell e. Company,
New Y ork.
The author of The Toilers and The Last
Rehearsal has here told rather tiimsily
constructed story with no very deep mo-
tive, in which is much common talk
mingled with excellent description of
men and women and natural scenery. 1t
is love story with no great depth of
sentiment, and while it Is smooth and
flowing as the current of young life on
summer seas and is pleasant and restful
reading, it IL not book that leaves
lasting impression of any sort. The 'front.'
ispiece is charming picture of Miss
Merron.
KERCHIEFS TO HUNT SOULS. By A.
Amelia Fytche. The Arena Publish
ing company, Boston.
1t was the plain purpose of the author
to make her novel realistic to the utter
most verge of freedom and frankness of
description. He who has read the thii-
teenth chapter OF Ezekiel will find the
curious and altogether startling texts,
mysterious though they be, of the dis
courses that run through this strange
and dlscordant story. ''Woe to the wo-
men who sew pillows to all armholes.
and make kercbiefs upon every stature to
hunt souls " II am against your pillows
wherewith We hunt SOULS" etc., land
will tear them from your arms; your kerr
chiefs also will tear" ETC., and deliver
my people ont of your hand"
What were these ''pillows?" We're they
g 4
likely; for the Feather sleeves" of more
modern times were part of the same
fashion and perhaps the connecting link
between those we are now against and
the ones rallied at by the son of Burzi as
he sat by the silent river of Chipar.
AS for the story. it will please those
who believe that Love with big l. has
had It's day; it is time it was derogated
to the shades, and marriages of inolna-
ton and knowledge, guided by reason,
set up in Its place" as did Harry Alex
ander. The reader will also be moved by
Dorothy Penn brakes lament, at the end,
who only had the heart to moan, when
l think it is 1900 years since the veil of
the temple was rent and We were admit
ted on footing with man to the Holy of
Holes, it is hard to realize that we have
made so litteH progress. We judge the
most natural comment, however, that the
ordinarily constructed man will make on
this book if he has seen the best among
books and the best among women, will
be to wonder what it is all about, any
how.