The herald., 1897-03-14
pOOIS AAp 4AE1l.1 11tus5E!|'THEM
] 80. NvHIu MAKE v ~E1c<s'
EDITED BY ENocH KNIGHT

l Clc Qii tilIOQSH. IL lOliOMS Tic HittAo'
| of the other volumes of the Cambridg
| series. The editor assures us that h
"has not felt at liberty either to add
| poems left by the author in the deep
| ening obscurity of old magazines, or t.
| follow the probable judgment of Mr.
Lowell in reducing any of his collected
verse to the lowest terms of an appen
| dix" In a word we have here, as w
said above, the genuine body of vers'
as it was left to the world.
| And what an inheritance it is!
| abates nothing from any other of th'
| remarkable group of Americans tha
| make his time illustrious, to say tina
| Lowell was the greatest all-around lit
erary genius of them all. Not only wa.
he the profoundest scholar among them
but he had the true spirit and genius
of his time. No one ever struck truei
note In politics and craftsmanship than
he, and the wisdoV and shrewd sense
of the man shone equally with the grace
and skill of the poet. There never
should come a time when a volume like
this should not be welcomed and cher
ished in every household of the land.
DEATH-AND NDAFTERWARDS By Sir
Edwin Arnold, author of 1.-THE Light
of Asia" etc. New Amsterdam Book
company.
This little monograph, which ran
through several London editions. Is re-
produced here. with small supplement.
The seeming text of this discourse on
life and the future is the legend upon the
title page:
Never the spirit was born, the spirit will
cease to be never;
Never was time it was not; end and be-
ginning were dreams"
1t is a charmingly written, highly or
nate essay, but inconclusive, as all such
opinions are-perhaps less satisfying, in
some ways, than Goldwin Smiths recent
book, which was reviewed in these col
umns two weeks ago. The tone is deep
ly religious and very hopeful, on the
whole. Sir Edwin believes that men and
women are naturally good, but pos
sessed with fear and feverish passion
to get as much as possible out of the brief
span of mortal years, and this breeds
most human offenses. At bottom of all
our being, there is a restless instinct, an
unquenchable hope, "a silent discomfort
with the very best of transitory pleas
ures, which perpetually disturbs mans
skepticism or shake his resignation" but
only few persons really believe they
will ever cease to exist AS most people
put the future aside in their stress of
strife in the world, so they hope for the
best when called to face the question al
last. AS birth gave to each of us much,
so death may give us very much more,
in the way of subtler senses, to behold
what we cannot see here. "Where does
nature show signs of breaking off her
magic, that she should stop at our pres
ent organs and elements?" These be
hopeful and helpful words, and few
readers of this small volume will fail to
catch som ething of inspiration from it.
The supplement contains some opinions
and suggestions quoted from others, and
at the end is given Walt Whitman's
Death Carol" the last two stanzas of
which we quote:
The ocean shore and the husky whispering
wave whose voice / know,
And the soul turning to thee, vast and
well-veiled death,
And the body gratefully nesting close to
thee.
over the treetops float thee song.
over the rising and sinking waves, over the
myriad fields and the prairies wide,
over the dense-packo cities all and the
teeming wharves and ways,
hoat this carol with joy, with joy to thee,
o death"
Story of a Dead
Man. BY T. Gallon. No. 21O, Town
and Country Library 12mo, cloth,
81; paper, 80 cents. D. Appleton &
Co.
Caleb Fry was little, hard-visaged
nan who lived only to get money. He
vas alone in his poor little rooms in Lon
Ion, with the exception of a servant,
Who was also small and pinched, and
iweary with the world. One night Ca
eb came home to find the servant, Tat
erley, dead in his chair Then the
strange wild fancy came to him that he
would dress himself in Tatterley's
,lothes, even to putting over his own
ye the green patch worn by the SER
rant and thus be gone from the world
ls Caleb Fry. and live as the poor SER
rant Tatterley. And this is all we are
soing to say about this book-only it is
ike all this series, very far above the
common.