New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1896-11-13

I'LL EhAh 1NO4 AOs
1ns scene Of Pierre Lofts new novel Is laid IN
the French Pyrenees. The book Is 10 "e '"''e"
lie Ramontcho
81 am conscious of q hundred defects IN .as'e
wrote Andrew Lang. the other day-ahu ''' 80
mics chuckled-"it Is great oelec' :" 70
ferent to the drama: 1t Is. perhaps "'o
hate tracts disguised as novels out' as MAJ
Of intellectual assent. think tna' ~. n,ar,a.
the ages and Of the best minds Is almost '"'"','-
h,y corrsct Against that never may raise the
heels OF private Judgment"
Ar Charles Warren stoddard notes IN "ihe Az.
lant,c" that the contributors to tine oSer'anu
while It was under Bret Hartes ehaIse p'o". ~
,ruch nv the careful and judicous criticism OF inc
aa,,or Fastidious TO q degree" says MT S'ou
dard "be could not overlook lack OF nnish IN INC
manuscript offered him. He had specia' .aS'e ="
the choice of titles, and have known MN " a,e.
the name of an article two or three times VI oio.I
that the table OF contents might read ha"u'o"'e''
and tremendously -, h,s
omco IN the United States Branch Mint ne was
knitting his brows and staring at vacancy won
dered why. He was watching and waiting lor
word the right word, the one word OIL all o'ne,'
TO fit into line of recently written prose '"e
gested one: 1t would not answer; II mus. DC
the sentence would suffer. Thus ne periec'eu MS
prose. Once. when he had taken me to task 1or
hit OF careless work, then under his cri'cai e'e'
and complained of false number, thoush. "
turn away his wrath by SOFT answer WI" ''''~
that 7 had tust met a man who had wept over d
certain passage in one OF his ske.cnes "e''
said Harte I wept when wrote U'
Major Arthur Griffiths. the author OF on'o'.'es
Of Newgate" Is considering the question OF "ri'ie
an elaborate history Of crime-not pleasant DIT
Of work to contemplate
Dr. Conan Doyle is writing six short stories oea'-
inc With historical buccaneers and pirates.
1-na c,ose of William Morris's Kelmscott Press
must soon be chronicled. When the BOOKS wh'ch
are now in course Of execution are finished no
others will be begun.
DR. Parker of the London City Temple. mas
made q literary Joke. Here Is an extract io'',
recent book Of his: "A publisher caiied on me w.
day. and we had some interesting taiK' ne mas
devised a new scheme The new scheme is 10 pay
authors something even II It's only trihe
or,,,c wr;tinq IN "Blackwood' takes exception
to the figure of the English mother IN Mr hehiS
Jamess striking story Of "Old Things ne does
not feel that she is an English motner at ALL SEQ
ing that she clings so desperately to her beloved
furniture and decorations forgetting all the Eng
lish ideas about heirlooms and the Importance OF
the family headquarters. 1T is New-A ork
mother" says this carper, I'm house mat oe
longed to somebody else a few years ago. ana VIII
belong to somebody else again IN re" years
more" ,,
rs Mr. Henry James a foreigner" asks TINS
writer and he goes on to speak Of Mr. James as
that lover of London that master of language
IN whom 1t Is difficult find out the faintest tinge
of an Amercanism. Formally he adds Il sup
pose he is; actually there Is no trace OF IT, These
traces arc very amusing sometimes. but give one
q curious sense of wrong as we'll as Of oddly and
d,sagreeablo accident. / read book not very
long ago which was the work OF an American iaoy'
Miss Blanche Howard Willis; and very clever
book too Though not a new one), story OF BTU
tany setting forth with considerable power the
fisher population of a saltwater village, with all
its roughnesses and strong individualities. ana
storms and dangers. The heroine, Gwen. was
most spirited young Bretonne. full of character
and as saltwater. stormy, and sunshiny niue
person as could be- But her talk was pure Ameri-
cam 1t was not the impersonal smooth language
Of translation, which makes no accent perceptioie
hut had all the pecularities very distinctive OF the
American variety Of speech. And the erect was
extremely odd. But Mr.. Henry James does not
speak American; seldom II ever. does ne oetray
the fantest popularity. One doubts whether ne
remembers his native language, or II ne starts
little as we do, at the queer American spelling OF
lis stories when they come out In an American
magazine or edition.
Mr. Richard Harding Davis's interest In the trial
Of Jameson's men. which was going on in London
while he was there has found expression in a
dramatic sketch prepared for the December
"Scrbner" He calls 1t THE Last Ride To-
eether." and sets forth In 1t the meditations OF
the Hon. Reggie Blake on the way to Holloway
Prison
Those who find it difficult to read George Mere
diths singular and powerful prose will appreciate
this story told by one of his admirers: II enter
tanned a young man once. a journalist and editor
Of a country paper and who was strong for Mere
djth He pushed all the other fiction Of the period
contemptuously away. 1t was Meredith who had
the cry; but my young journalist showed painrui
haziness when questioned about Merediths books
No have not read that-but- / gave him the
.Egoist,' which is one Of the best works OF the
author He brought 1t back to me next morning.
pale with effort. I cannot read it, he said with
faltering voice; I didn't know he ever wrote like
that do not say that all the critics are OF this
kind"
Miss Dorothy Furniss. the daughter OF Harry
Furnss, is a young lady, still In her teens who Is
showing much ability as book illustrator. She
"a at work with her father a holiday book
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