The herald., 1897-06-27
BENNY KISSED ME-.

JENNY KISSED ME-.
The pretty verses under this title have
been everywhere quoted and admired,
but how many persons know the his
tory of them? One day Leigh Hunt
brought some good news to the Car
lysles, at Chelsea, whereupon Mrs. Car
lysle jumped impulsively from her
chair and kissed him. In few days
the exquisite little poem appeared:
"Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time. you thief. who love to get
Sweets into your list put that in;
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad;
! Say that health and wealth have missed
| me;
Say I'm growing old. but add,
Jenny kissed me-"
DANIEL DEFOE
The Rev. e. e. Hale has an interesting
Daniel Defoe. He tells how Carolina
boy asked his uncle to give him book.
When asked what he would like, he an
swered, Robinson Crusoe."
But. George you have that already!
I want to give you new book"
II know that, uncle; know. But
might want to lend one to some other
boy. And while he had it, how should I
get on without another?"
So his uncle bought him another, and
then he had to buy him third, so eager
was the good fellow to extend the profit
ard pleasure he had by lending Robin
son Crusoe" in all the neighboring plan
tations.
Mr.. Hale makes the story a text for a
discourse on Defoe. from which we
quote: "One cannot help remembering
that Defoe had been writing books and
pamphlets nearly forty years before he
wrote Robinson Crusoe' in this same
'matchless STYLE and that for twelve
years more he wrote books, and wrote
them very we'll, but that there is really
no companion from his own pen to Rob
inson Crusoe.' Nay, 1t must be granted
that the second part of Robinson CRU
soc does not charm boys or men as the
first part does. Something there Is, it
is hard to say what, in this loneliness Of
poor Robinson, and something in the
| glimpse, only too short, of his compan-
ionship with dear Friday-whom we
love more than we love Robinson, be-
lieve-which give to those twenty-eight
years the charm which Is all their own. I"
A great deal OF Defoe's own experience
Of life Is wrought into the book. BY the
| time he wrote ii he had tasted life as
| student of divinity, as soldier under
the unfortunate Monmouth, as a work.
ing politician and pamphleteer as a
dealer in hosiery, as an officer in the ex-
else, as a maker of bricks, tiles and to-
bacco pipes. He had been in prison, on
political charges. once and again; he
had nearly died from an attack Of apo
plexy, and had published some Of his
most important books of what we may
call practical ethics and history. He
seems to have put his whole heart and
soul into each of his literary undertake
ings.
The moral of this reminder of what
Defoe was is timely and helpful. It Is
another illustration of how necessary is
preparation for any great work. The
experience of man of the world who
had suffered went into the recital, aided
by a powerful and highly cultivated
imagination. Robinson Crusoe" is a
great book because a heart and soul
went into it, helped by the habit Of easy
expression that comes only Of patient
and protracted literary labor. And 1t is
singular praise of this immortal volume
that the present generation of readers
and writer's are turning again to it with
renewed interest.
MY RUN HOME. BY Rolf Boldre-
wood, author of Robbery Under
Arms" ETC. The Macmillan COM
pany.
This is recital of some interesting
events in the life of young English
man. 1t tells of many things In an easy.
rollicking way, concerning the travelled
man and his friends, with not few ex-
ceedingly stirring encounters on the
rougher side of life. 1t begins with a
journey home from the Orient on "The
great liner, delicately kept, strictly dis
ciplined, largely provisioned and
cheerful and available society" Our
author is true Englishman in his daily
ways, and If he must have another in
his stateroom begs the steward to give
him "a man that tube" There are many
glmpses of Indian and Australian ex-
periences and then England and Ire
land. 1t will interest Englishmen rather
more than Americans, but it is an en-
tertaining and particularly wholesome
volume.
UNCLE BERNAC. A MEMORY OF
THE EMPIRE. BY A. Conan Doyle.
author of Rodney Stone, {" 1.-The Ex-
ploits Of Brigadier Gerard" 1.-THE
Stark Munro Letters "Round the
Red Lamp" etc. Illustrated. limo.
Cloth, $3.50. D. Appleton 6 Co. For
sale by Stoll s. Thayer.
Some of our readers will remember that
this story, in shorter form, was pub
.ished as a serial, but even to these few
the present volume will be periodically
new, while the multitude of readers.
probably recall nothing at all about the
serial. 1t is a brilliant romance. slightly
historical and abounds in dramatic In
cidente The scenes are laid in the Ma
poleonic time, the most vivid of these re-
hitting to the threatened Invasion Of Eng
land, always the darling hope of the
French emperor. The central figures OF
the story are Louis de Laval and his
cousin, Sybille, whose father, Uncle Ber-
nae, was keeping young Laval out of
hts own
The shifting events Of the great revo-
luton IN Francs. which Brought the
court Of Bonaparte to be the center 81
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