The herald., 1897-06-20

be realized in human life, says my IDEAL
ist and philanthropic friend. Stay-I
put hand upon his knee and we cit 81
lent on our bench.
And then we see these free denizens Of
the vast realm of air alight to the
ground, English sparrows and American
brownbreasts, and the sparrows fall
upon the brown breasts and drive them
from some crumbs and fodder with the
fiercest sort of British onslaught-peck-
ing and clawing the timid brown
breasts numerically. With the whole
sky to fly in and earth to feed them ALL
even the birds are at war, and so are
the trees under whose branches we sit.
So what becomes of our ideal of a perfect
republic Of mankind?
With the heat of the summer the books
to be noticed are few, and this faithful
weekly record that has been kept so
many months must be small for awhile,
even If it does not cease altogether for a
season; for better blank space than COL
umns padded with matter stale and un-
profitable.
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THE BEST WOMAN-The newest of
all things should be the best, and of
course the new woman should be the
best woman. 1t will be a dreadful mis-
take If this were not to turn out 90, in
the process of evolution now going on.
notable new book by Miss Elizabeth
Rachel Chapman, which breaches
against physical fiction" as the new
realism about women should be called.
is wholesome contribution to much
vexed question Of the day. The follow
ing extract is sample Of the spirit of
the work, entitled Marriage Questions
in Modern Fiction:"
II believe the best woman to be she
who, while rejoicing in her home, and
diffusing Joy around her there, rejoicing
in her womanhood, in her motherhood,
in the love she gets and in the love she
spends, hae yet breadth Of sympathy
and energy of character enough to en-
brace interests outside the personal
sphere, and, as legitimate opportunity
offers, to absorb herself In these; the
woman who is capable Of abstract
thought and serious study; who is bent
on ridding herself of the shallower and
pettier traits which subsection and ir-
responsibility have fostered in her sex;
who cares for the honor of her country
as we'll as the comfort of her household,
for the welfare Of the race as we'll as for
her own happiness"
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STEvENSON'S TOMB.-The bronze
ia ablets to adorn the sides Of Robert
Louis Stevenson's tomb have just been
sent out, and are no doubt now in place
A writer in the Bookbuyer speaks Of the
tomb and the tablets as something very
appropriate. Surmounting all the rest
are craven the lines written by the dy-
ing story-teller, which are so touching:
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did live. and gladly die.
And laid me down with will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be.
Home is the sailor, home from the sea.
And the hunter home from the hill"
OF the finished monument the writer
says: "The tomb itself is simple-a
plain block of concrete, sarcophagus-
shaped, resting on a platform Of the
same material. The tablets are fixed
on each side of the block. What they are
like the photographs produced herewith
show. The one is inscribed with the
touching Requiem" which Stevenson
wrote many years ago, and on the stars
under the years Of his birth and death
are the Greek Alpha and Omega. The
other tablet is inscribed in Samoan. The
heading means THE high chief grave OF
and the words following are
of two verses from the Book
of Ruth. These were chosen by Steven
son before his death, and show that he
had adopted Samoa as his home, and
pledged his allegiance to the country.
The words in the tablet, in English are:
"Whither thou goest, I will go; and
where thou lodgest will lodge; thy people
shall be my people, and thy God my God;
Where thou diest, will die, and there
will 1 be buried
I'm the top corners are the Scotch
thistle and the hibiscus of the South
Seas-typical flowers of the two coun
tries which played so large part in the
sad but beautiful destiny Of Tusitala-
1.-The Teller of Tales"
1t is said that the pilgrimages to the
tomb have been many, and well-worn
track leads up the mountain side to the
narrow ledge on the summit of Mount
Vac, the chosen resting place of the be-
loved "Tusitala."
WHICH LOVED HIM BEST? BY
Bertha NJ. Clay. Rand, McNally &
Co., Chicago.
This is No. 258 of the we'll known Globe
series, a handsome paper-cov-
cred book. 1t is an interesting story of
Spain and England, that is of a beauti-
full Spanish lady who came to an English
home. This house is putting out great
amount of attractive summer reading.
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From the same publishers also we
have No. 6 of the Oriental Library"
For Life and Love-" by Richard Henry
Savage, a stirring romance of the far
west of quarter of a century, ago,
where there was more assorted devil
try than in any other portion of the
The story opens in Wyoming,
where the canned stuff alleged bread
and campaign coffee were the usual gar
of the mess table, unadorned by
linen" 1t is a story of a rough region ami
is we'll told.
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HISTORY AS TOLD BY
CONTEMPORARIES BY Albert
Bushnell Hart, Harvard University.