The herald., 1896-06-07
EDITED BY RNocH KNIGHT

EDITED BY
\ I'll not confer with Sorrow
Till tomorrow;
But Joy shall have her way
This very day.
~. Ho, eglantine and crosses
For her tresseS!
Let Care, the beggar, wait
Outside the gate
Tears if you will-but aftec
Mirth and laughter:
Then, folded hands on breast
And endless rest.
wish 1t were over, the terrible pain,
Pang after pang again and again;
First the shattering running blow.
Then the probing steady and slow.
Did vince? I did not faint:
My soul broke but was not bent;
Up stand like n blasted tree
By the shore of the Shiverlng sea.
On my boughs neither leaf nor fruit,
No sap in my uttermost root:
BrOOding in an anguish DUMB
On the short past and the long to come
Christina RoSSetu.
The Bookman publishes each month
list of the best selling looks for the
preceding month, and it is a rather in
teresting feature OF current literary gos-
sip In London Marie Corellfs books
led last month with A Lady of Quality
second. In Chicago Tom t1rogan was
first, with Mrs. Burnett's story second.
Out of twentyseven cities whose book
sales were reported, nine rame Lady
of Quality as leading. Eia:ht place Tom
Grogan first while the balance are about
equally divided between adam john
stones Son and The Fed BE dge of Cour-
age. Amongst the volumes that come
near to first place are A ingular Life,
Amos Judd The Red RI public, Gin
derella House Boat on he StyX and
The Kentucky Cardinal.
The tive best selling booi Ks in this city
are reported to have been he following
in the order named: A La 1y of Quaiity.
The House, by Field; r. ed Badge of
Courage. Days of Old Lai ig Syne, The
Mighty Atom, Exploits of Brigadier
Gerard.
A LOVE LETT Err.
June l3ookmaI y
When you are dust. and IN dust
And time has passed ava =,
What profit that in suddel PRIDE
You kissed me not today?
When you are dust, and a n Gust,
Our spirits in the wind
Will wander weary through the worlo
For love they cannot ma.
Or If, perchance. in whrl OF snow,
Upon some lonely hill,
Our frustrate spirits me ct a I'D know,
And shudder and are till;
What power to soothe our easeless pain,
What hands or lips or eye :.
Before. forever torn IN 1--WE ln'
Our hope forever dl3!
So when I come to you ton 'ght,
l pray that at the door
find you standing warm an brlSht'
As you have stood before
1 pray you let me kiss aga m
Your hands and lips and eyes:
For U.S. the life of love. and then
The death that never dies
Herbert Muller Hopkins, lin June Books
man.
THE ROBERT BARR SCANDAL
Robert Barr's publis hers the Freder-
ick A. Stokes company ha We sent out d
circular concerning the ne VS. caoled TO
this country, to the eff ect that he was
in an inebriate asylum, an dependent
upon the charity of frierds.
- The circular denies the story which
has been cabled to this coalr try, and de-
clares that Mr.. Barr does not drink to
excess.
Some very funny storie 5 have recent
" been told about the ignorance or pook
dealers, and the pitiful mistakes they
make in the very names of books. Whlch
reminds us that in this very center of
learning-of course. not Los Angeles
itself-a dealer, on being asked what he
had of Whittiers replied that he had
nothing but Snowbound on the Beach.
THE VICTORY OF EZRY GARDNER.
BY Imogen Clark. 16 mo-, gilt top
75 cents. T. Y. Crowell & Co., New
York.
Any book that blends hurnor and pa
thos in artistic proportions is certain to
be successful This Miss Clark does in
her dainty idyl, the scene of which is
laid in quaint old Nantucket, Oldest
and quaintest of New Ell gland fishing
towns One is curiously reminded of
Miss Phelps A. Singular Life, while
reading this little story. 1t is not so
dramatic as that. but it is scarcely less
impressive 1t has less of what the world
calls learning, but it goes even deeper
into the heart of things
Ezry Gardner, tltogh he finally went
to the war, and was in for hard battles,
still felt that he was not brave. He had
little to tell when he came back, and
confided to his small horse, Baby that
he had at heart been afraid; and felt
better now that some one had heard him
confess. But at length day of real
trial came, and Ezry did a deed so brave
that the whole region rang with his
praises. 1t is little book that one can
read at sitting, enjoying every page
of its quiet and almost strange strength;
ana Wllen ne Is tHiOuill II ne VIII llAu HIN
self crying over it. We predict for it
great success.
MY FIRE OPAL; AND OTHER STOR-
les. BY Sarah Warner Brooks. Es-
tees & Lauriat, Boston
The author of this volume, lady who
evidently has had much to do with
prisons and charities, offers the stories
here collected ''in the hope of interesting
the reader in that insistent altruistic
question of the hour: How may we best
treat our convicted fellow sinners"
The stories are all of prisons and pris-
oners, told with little literary skill but
simply and with a straightforward pur-
pose to awaken just interest in prison
reform.
While the most pretentious tale is the
opening one, which gives the book it's
name, the most forcible and pathetic
one is Escaped, the very last in the col
ume We hope the book win answer the
writer's hope.
LAVENGRO, THE SCHOLAR, THE
GYPSY, THE PRIEST. BY George
Borrow. Macmillan & Co., New
York.
This is a wonderful book, by a Won
derful man; but the most wonderful
thing about both is that they are 50
little known. Scarcely any among this
generation of novel readers ever heard
of George Borrow, the wandering, we'll