The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13
POLoNIUs IN BLOoMERs.

HolonluS TO utter tnOSe words OF wisdom
to his son Laertes the world has been
waiting for something of a similar charac-
ter to be written touching the proper con-
duct of the young woman of the century.
Richard Hovey has attempted to supply
this hiatus in his book called "The
Marriage of Guenevere," where Camul-
duna, the mother of Gueneyere, thus
addresses her daughter:
CAMALDUNA-so far, my daughter, you have
walked your way
Self-willed, imperious, like wanton child
That will not let her parents hold her hand,
Yet knows them near to save her if she fall.
Now they will not be near, and you may find
That freedom lays a weight upon our souls
That often we would like to shift to others.
fear that counsel is poured out on you
Like an ehectleSS wind yet hear my words
Take you no woman in your confidence,
But seem TO do so. Each mas her own ends,
And would betray you seventy times over,
And yet, repulsed, her selfishness through pique
May aggravate to active enmity.
Speak freely, but say little. Do not strive
Too far TO outshne the ladies OF the court
In leweled ornaments and regal garb;
They'll hate You for it. Be profuse OF favors;
They cost you little and will buy you hearts
Yet do not play the braggart with your bounty
Scorn lies beneath too much magniticence-
But always give as If the gifts trities
To eyes that see TO whom the gifts are given.
All women are your natural enemies;
Think your end gained if they refrain from hate
But seek your friends among the other sex.
Men have no quarrel with your eminence;
our glory with their glory does not war;
But each may gain some splendor from the other.
Therefore they may be faithful; but admit them
Only to the antechamber OF your thoughts,
That their imaginations may have scope
To fashion dream-Guenevere TO serve.
Not what we are but what men deem of US
Is the true Prince. Be faithful your husband,
Yet not so servient as to Jade his fondness.
Let him be often foreign to your life
That he may feel your lack and WOO you over.
Be not too common to him. Hold him OFF
That you may bind him to you For in him
our domination lies. See that he has
No friend that Is not yours, counselor
Whose secret thoughts not your interests
a \ we &
One spark OF love may light fire to burn
Ihe edifice of your greatness to an ash.
Now be content with the innocent fact,
But make your seeming lock the lips OF slander.
The more the better, you love not them.
For till weld our lovers tyrants,
OUENEVIRE-Pray you, a little space alone, good
mother.
tCamalduna kisses Guenevere and goes out.)
After her mothers departure Guenevere
INDUCED in soliloquy, in which she ex-
pressed sentiments not unknown to the
advanced young women of the present
day.
Why, what thing is womanl She is brought
Into the world unwecome. The mother weeps
That she has born daughter to endure
A womRu's fate. The father knits his brows
And mutters: "Pisb, tits but girl!' boy
The very hounds had bayed for with delight,
Her childhood is petty tyranny.
Her brothers cross her: she must not resist;
Her father laughs to the little
SO mAsterful already. Eventhe mother
Looks on her truculent sons with pride, and bids
Her yield not thwart them-'Y ou are but girl.''
girl and must give wayi She must be quiet,
Demure-not have her freedom with the boys.
While they are running on the battlements,
Playing at at the chase, she sits
Eating her heart out at embroidery frames
Among old danes that chatter OF world
Where women are put up merchandise.
Oh have slipped away athOusand times
Into the garden close and scaled the wall,
And fed from them TO freedom and the hills.
And have passed the women in the feds,
With stupid faces dulled by long cOnStraint,
Bowing their backs beneath the double burden
OF labor and unkindliness-all alike
Princess and peasant bond slaves by their sexl
a b. the gray crags up whose sheer precipices
] have so often toied, to throw myself
Painting up their crests atlast. and lie
For whole long afternoons upon the hard
Delicious rock in that sweet weariness
That follows effort with a silent Joy
In obstacles that could overcome,
They never called me girl, those mighty peaks!
They knew seX-they took me TO their hearts |
As if were a boy. Oh the wild thrill
That tingled IN the veins, when the strong winds
Came bowling like pack of hungry wolves
That make the wintry forests terrible
Beneath the Norland moonl "Shrek on" I |
cried,
Grave, howl, roar below till you split your
throatsl
You cannot mar the pinnacled repose
OF these huge mountain tops They are not |
Why, what an idle rage is thfsi AMI
know?
This is a bridal garment that wear;
am another Guenevere. thing
know not what. 60 to new life.
i nave ordered Il new pair of manacles.
Arthur? AS well Arthur as another
The old life is no longer toerable.
1.-THE Marriage OF Guenevere," by Richard Hovey. |
Richard Harding Davis, stepping up to
the register of the Byrn Mawr Hotel re-
Gently, reported his arrival in this form:
Richard Harding Davis and valet" Bar
clay H. Warburton, driving up shortly
afterward on his tally-ho and inspecting
the latest inscription in the book, wrote
beneath it: Barclay Harris Warburton
and valise."
The Appletons announce new juvenile
story from Hezekiah Butterworth, entitled
"The Knight of Liberty a tale of the for
tunes of Lafayette, which has been illus
trated by H. Winthrop Peirce.
The Critic for October u is a bicycle
number, containing the poems to which
the editors have awarded the first and sec
ond prizes offered in August last for the
best two poems on bicycling or the bicycle:
a photography of bicycling, etc., and an
account of the attitude of American au-
thors toward the wheel, besides other mat
ter of interest in this connection.
When the Library of Religious Poetry"
was first published, Oliver Wendell Holmes
pronounced the plan of the work a most
happy one, and John G. Whittier declared
that 1t supplied a want that had been long
felt. Both opinions were verified by the |
many editions through which the book
has passed. The Funk & Wagnalls Com |
pany will soon issue new edition. The !
book contains a collection of the best |
poems of all ages and tongues, with bio |
graphical notes, index of authors, subjects |
and first lines. There are also fifteen full |
page steel engravings The editors are
Philip Schaff, DID,, LID, and Arthur
Gilman, MA.
Miss Bertha Monroe Rickoff's classes in |
current criticism will begin Thursday |
afternoon, October II, at o'clock. at the |
home of Miss Kickoff, 2429 Bancroft way, |
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