The herald., 1895-12-08

quiet current CT the story that once again
wnel the mill was invaded ny the no pber
bo;t, the earthquake set the imprisoned
strram free and swept everything before
it. tho obbers to their death, and that q
portion of the hill was made to fill the
valley level again.
We thought there were rather crude bits
of work in Clarence, its Predecessor, but
there Is no lack of unity and strength in
this volume. In fact, its symmetry is as
perfect as Its plot is audacious in concep-
ticn; while its quality, merely as to lit
erary charm, is as fine IA ever came from
the den OF this mGtchless story-teller.
& 4 4
THE RED COCkADE. BY Stanley ].
Weymau. author of A Gentleman OF
France, etc. Harrer IL Brothers.
For sale by Stoll q Thaver.
Here is a beautiful book, most elegantly
printed and profusely illustrated.
The scene of the story, now just fin
ished as serial in Harrer's Weekly and
put in book FORM is lad amongst the
busy sceues only little removed from
those which surrounded The Gentleman
OF France, who was the mysterious friend
of Navarro. The greatest praise that can
be bestowed upon his novel is that it
divides honors with the great story that
made Wevman famous. Many wac have
followed the story these last few months,
chapter by chapter, place it above A
Gentleman of France In stirring incident.
To our mind the difference in excellence,
If any, is very small, ana mainly mat.
ter of the readers mood and fancy. Mr..
Weyman's advent in the literary world
marked a distinctly new departure in
story writing, though it may not be a
permanent one. This is so stirring and
wholesome that at least for time it has
given story readers an escape from the
morbid stuff that had so abOunded before.
Thanks to Stanley Weyman for tine new
Zest he has given to novel readers.
< r y
This is the shortest poem on record:
Flutter ny,
Butterfly.
The Lounger of the Critic does not
often find a chance to pounce upon the
New York Post but has at last found it
guilty of this editorial solecism: 1.-The
building as designed will be one of the
finest and most complete IN appoint-
ments of any similar structure in this
country
asa r
A INSTANT
l know not where be went,
know not whence he came;
He left a shining in the air
That touched the soul like flame.
De utiful feet one day
Passed up my silent stair,
And all things srake and sang, and
sweet
Beca the silence there.
:, = =
Andrew Lang has been learning to ride
thu bicycle, and his climbs at this
moment are hack and blue in conse-
quence of kicks received from various
dykes and tails on red sandstone ter
races" lie did not go in for cycling for
the sake OF "speed in louomotlon person.
ally conducted merely wanted to
know what 1T wNs like. That he does not
enjoy the sport is proof positive that be
does not know wlat bicycling is like.
II has had, however. sufficient exper-
fence to enable him to write amusingly
on tho subject. For instance: ''As far
as ] have gone (and | have gone over
banks and raes which it was my inten-
ton to avoid). cycling is the longest,
slowest, and most circutous route be-
tween any two given points. AS the in
toxitated person said, 1t is not the
length OF the road, 1t is the breadth that
botbers me- And yet it is never broad
erOugh!'