The herald., 1895-12-08

their heads higher than any other arts.
tocracy in the world? Surely this is
something to bs thinking about.
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Although the publishers of periodicals
continue to declare that they are on tn e
lookout for new writers whom they can
praise and patr ,nize, the new writer's still
declare that there is conspiracy against
them. Now, this is probably the truth
OF the matter: Genius will always get a
hearing, for it is rare and men know il
at oncs-especiallv literary purveyors.
No writer who has genius which means
that one who can create will fail of
swift recognition and reward. There is
another class, also, always reasonably
sure of hearine-they who have pecul-
lar means OF knowledge of certain sub
lects; in word, the specialists in litera-
ture. For it is in TINS as in other bust
ness, he who can do some one thing better
than anyons else, though he lack genius,
will get that thing to 90. Let writers,
ment, aim to know something we'll; do
some thing we'll, for otherwise they sink
hopelessly into the commonplace-,what
everyone can do.
POLITICALLY. MAD-From a recent
volume of Jefferson Letters, this one
from Paris, something over a hudred
years ago. is especially valuable and
significant. Everybody, women as veil
as men, went mad with politics. Wat
Mr.. Jefferson then said of it ought to
have weight now. The last paragraph
shoCld be read with great care, in CON
nection with what may happen here
some day.
'The gay and thoughtless Paris is now
become furnace OF politics. AIS the
world is now politically mad. Men,
women. children talk nothing else. and
you know chat naturally they talk much,
loud and warm. Society is split BY it,
at least for those who, like myself, are
but lockers on. You too have had your
political fever. But our good ladies, 1
trust have been too wise to wrinkle their
tented to soothe and calm the minds OF
their husbands returning. ruffied from
political debate. They have the good
sense to value domestic happiness above
all other, and the art to cultivate it be-
You'd all others. There is no part of the
as in America. You agree with me in
this; but you think that the pleasures of
Paris more than supply its wants; in
other words that Partisan is happier
than an American. You will change
your opinion, my dear madam, and CONS
over to mine in the end. Recollecs the
women OF this capital, some on foot, some
pleasure in the streets, in routes and
assem- bliss, and forgetting that they have
left it bshind them in their nurseries:
com pare them with our own country
women occupied in the tender and tran
quill amusements of domestic life, and
confess that it is comparison of Ameri.
cans and angels"
The last paragraph OF the above extract
ought 10 be put in our text books.
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Il AVRIL--Translated from the French
of Paul Marguerite by Helen B. Dole.
Fsience edition. One VOL, 1874 pp., illus.
trated l6mo. clotn. gilt top; ST.; T. Y.
Crowell 81 Co., New York.
Paul Marguerite is well-known
French artist, L'Avril is his first venture
into the realm of fiction. The plot is ex-
tremely simple, the scene laid in the
warm southern shore OF Francs where the
colors even in winter are bright and
cheerful. The charm of the book lies in
Its artistic study of young girls nature
and OF friendship between two old
friends reunited after long years OF sepa-
ration. The young girl Is an invalid, a
in love having under
mined her health. But change and new
friends quickly cure her: even her broken
heart is beautifully mended. M. Mar
guerltte touches everything with poets
insight; the descriptions of the scenery
are charming. and though the style is in
The highest degree modern, IL is extreme