The herald., 1897-06-20

And pass the bounds of time"
Gen. WaHen, whose death at Bunker
Hill was a severe blow to the American
cause, is next to be addressed:
"Hail God-like man, Columbia's friend.
At virtues end shall patriots bend;
And warriors guard the tomb
Whilst Hiram Abbif's sacred band
With annual tears bedew the land
And bid the cassia bloom"
The Masonic reference is curious. Next
DeKalb comes into notice:
Like Apalachias star-gKt mound.
Where wintry tempests threaten round,
And floods and torrents ROLL
Unmov'd he Stood mid battles throng;
And lash'd Bellona's car along;
To honor's final goal"
The lines on Putnam, though not OF
Spencerian beauty, also deserve quota
ton:
PUTNAM well-known in wars Of old,
BY nature cast in valor's mould,
Subdu'd the wolf and bear;
And rouz'd at Freedoms high command,
Led on to war gallant band.
Who challenged even despair"
+ +
The pieces number twelve in ALL and
besides those noted above have for theit
subjects Mercer Greene, Montgomery,
Layfayette, Pulaski, Lee, Wooster and
Mash. Other pieces which are found IN
most almanacs are present in this one;
for instance: "Recipe for the cure of
most excruciating pain in the region OF
the stomach" Directions for the Culture
Of Rhubarb," ETC., etc.
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"A NEW NAME IN LITERATURE
The author of '"The Descendant" which
has attracted no little attention, turns out
to be Miss Ellen Glasgow, young lady
of Richmond, Va. A writer in the Critic
has these things to say Of her:
"The value of her book as piece of
creative work is heightened by the fact
that she has led rather secluded life
"A delicate child, she had little schoo.
training, although she was always an
omnivorous reader, and had the real
childIs appetite for fairy tales-a passion
which she admits she has never quit,
outgrown. She says herself that she re-
members learning to read in order to
enjoy unassisted the pages of Grimms
Tales, and of Sir Walter Scott. By the
time she was thirteen she had learned to
lONG ItODtIl bIOW ulIS anu lie mas I6NtT
lost the first place among poets in her
heart, although Swinburne holds a close
second This imaginative development
was perhaps no more than one often
sees in a bright child. But in Miss Glas-
COWS case there was much more. At
the age of eighteen she began a system
attic study of political economy and So
cialism. She read the works of Draper
Buckle, Lecky, Gibbon, Romanes, Weiss
man and many others, and was strongly
influenced by John Stuart MILAN in
fluence that declares itself clearly in
"The Descendant"
Society does not attract her espe-
cially. and she is quiet and reserved
in company, although, when her inter
est or sympathy is awakened, the ready
southern cordiality warns her manner
But better than all social contact she
loves her books and animals. Even tn :
birds of the air are her pets, and their
clamor at her window often sends her
flying from her desk to the pantry to
secure the supply of crumbs they have
learned to expect from her hands. While
The Descendant is Miss Glasgow's firs5
published work, her writing is no new
thing. By the time she could read in
words of two syllables she began t.
scribble verses. While a mere girl she
wrote a novel. When it was completed
she had the rare discernment to per-
ceive that, if strong in parts, a S whole
1t fell short of what she believed she
could accomplish, and she did not even
attempt to publish it,
SOCIALISM-From Bubble and
Squeak" in The Lotus.
Socialism! What an absurd, delight
full and alluring dream of the tender low
ers of humanity! But unfortunately,
poor common sense, experience and
knowledge have perforce to recognize
that there is no millennium in the scheme
OF nature. Socialism and every kind of
Utopian dream is not in the cycle OF ma
lures tragic repetition of life. She
makes no break for love or dreams; al.
her incidental benefactions are but ele-
ments in her grim economy of eternal re-
production to secure her ende-hidden
forever from her puppets. We can never
create Utopia out of natures conditions
that is but dream in which we forget
her for awhile.
For look, you, dreamer and cynic-
lover of man, the world is awaking with
spring. All living things, trees and birds
and beasts, are stirring with the quick
ening, eternal impulse of life. The birds,
are hopping from tree to tree and twit-
terirg and flinging themselves through
the clear, enchanted air, wind blown of
all the heavy dolors and mists of winter
They follow one another in the circling
coquetry of mating-and chirp in thrills
of JOY their content with spring and the
moving force of nature
A perfect picture of the true felicity of
being, which In state Of nature could