The herald., 1897-06-06

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(Edited by Enoch Knight.)
An, what avails the sceptred race,
All, what the form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!
Rose Aylmer. all were thine
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakcful eyes
May weep. but never see.
A night of memories and signs
consecrate to thee. -Landor.
Drink and forget to reason:
Mans life is but a season.
And pleasures lips are breathless ere
youth is past its prime.
The rose-red love shall linger
Till care has touched its finger.
But only death is deathless along the road
of time.
When the author of Lorna Doone" was
asked to tell how much paper he could
cover, his reply in verse was:
1.-THE proper point about book
Or be 1t praised or smitten-
Is not to ask how long it took,
But what it Is when written"
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To Tho Critic correspondent sends some
verses OF Whittier's, which are most OPP
perfume, now that arbitration is mooted.
They appeared in The Athenaeum of Au-
gust 10, 1876 but are not discoverable in
Whittier's collected poems:
Thicker than water in one rill,
Through centuries of story,
Our Saxon blood has flowed. and still
We share with you the good and i'll,
The shadow and the glory"
Howells on Tolsto: There are
perhaps as great talents as Tolstoi,
who have written fiction. but none in
such rare combination with conscience.
1t is an unspeakable comfort to come for
once upon prime talent with no mixture
OF falsehood in it. He makes you feel
that war is always ugly and horrible,
and that love itself ie hateful when it
involves untruth of any kind, as guilty
love always does. Tolstoi never breaches
in his novels, but you cannot escape the
meaning of hds facts. He puts honesty
and kindness above all heroism, and
while he condemns no sinner, he never
for a moment allows you to wish you
were this or that kind of sinner. Many
noveliste do this and some novelists ex-
alt homicide and adultery"
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The Kansas poet, Mr. Eugene Ware,
known to the reading public as Iron
quill," sometimes indulges in fun. as
these two fables show:
Once fox. upon the SLY.
Some persimmons did behold,
So he got a pole and poled
But he gave UP with a sigh,
And acknowledged his mistake
The persimmons wouldn't rake.
MORAL:
Then in sorrow he did say,
AS he slowly walked away,
Fruit of that kind will elude
All our efforts, am told,
If the pole with which it's poled :,
Hasn't got the longitude.
Under the caption of 1.-The Life Insur-
ance Agent and the Post Augur" we have
the following roaring joke:
Very skilfully and fast,
Boring post-holes in the soil,
Worked an honest son of toll;
An insurance agent passed,
Saying, "Such perfect bore
I have never seen before"
Then he sort of caught his breath,
And he talked that man to death.
MORAL:
Strange 1t is, somehow or other,
We are bound to make fuss,
When we notice in another
Vices that belong to us.
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Women as African Traveiers-This eX-
preston, "The gentler sex are tramping
through Africa" would be rather inap-
propriate when applied to women, and
one might in a more "genteeP' para
phrase refer to their "waltzing" or "pir-
ouretting" or "chasseing' through the
Dark Continent. Miss Kingsley having
visited the cannibals, other ladies seem
intent on satisfying their natural curl
osity, and accordingly there are to be
several books telling of women's expe-
riences in the Benighted Land. Will