The herald., 1897-08-01
edited by Enoch Knight)
A SONG OF THE SEA
fy<yo1t whitman


Imagng toy my sense thy varieo slf@hse
suggestions,
Il see and plainly list thy talk and confer
rbv troops os Of white-mansd racers racing
to the goal
Tbv ample. smiling face, dash'd with the
sparkling dimples OF the sun,
Thv brooding scowl and murk-thy un-
loos'd hurricanes, ,,.,
Thy unsubduedness, caprices, Wll1ulness'
Great as thou art above the rest thy many
tears-a lack from all eternity IN thy
content,
(Naught but the greatest struggles,
wrongs, defeats, could make thee
greatest-no less could make theeo
Tbv lonely state-something thou ever
seek st and seek'st, yet never gainst,
Surely some right withheld-some voice,
in huge monotonous rage, of freedom
lover pent,
Some vast heart, like planets. chain d
and chafing in those breakers,
By lengthen'd swell, and spasm, and pant
ing breath,
And rythmic rasping of thy SANDS anu
And serpent hiss, and savage peals OF
laughter,
And undertones Of distant lion roar,
(sounding, appealing to the sky's deaf ear
but now, rapport for once,
A phantom in the night thy confdant for
The frst and last confession Of the globe
Outsurging. muttering from thy sours
The tale tale Of; Of eosmio elemental passion.
Thou tellest to kindred SOUL
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His Uncles Longest Day.-There was
In those days a serious hammered Irish
member named Blake (not to be con-
founded with the ex-premier OF Canada,
sitting member for South Longford),
who Is remembered for brief CORE
snondence he read to the delighted
house 1t was introduced in speech
delivered in debate on the Irish Sunday
closing bill. Mr.. Blake had, he conf
dentially informed the house, an uncle
who regularly took six tumblers of whis-
key toddy daily. This troubled him, and
after much thought he resolved to write
and demonstrate with his relative. The
following was the letter:
my Dear Uncle: / write to say how
pleased 1 should be if you could see your
way to giving UP your six glasses Of
whisky a day. am sure you would find
many advantages in doing so, the great
est of which would be that, as am per-
suaded, it would be the means of length
ening your days"
The uncle replied:
my Dear Nephew: 1 am much
SO much struck by what you said, and. in
particular by your kind wish to lengthen
my days, that last Friday I gave up the
whisky. 1 believe you are right, my boy,
as to my days being heightened, for, be-
dad! 1t was the longest day 1 ever re-
member. From THE Queens Parlia-
ments," by H. w. Lucy in North Amer
ican Review for July.
J. \
A correspondent of The Critic calls at
tention to George McDonalds novels of
quarter of a century ago, and calls him
the prophet of the new Scottish school of
literature. We think there is much
point in this claim, and believe that Bar
rie and Crockett and McLaren are in
debted to him for noble beginning, al
though he now seems to be little read.
But "Alec Forbes and Robert Fall
coner'' will not die-they will be read
again.
Mr.. Chester Bailey Fernold, author of
1.-The Cat and the Cherub," gives the
following neat picture of the Chinaman,
as he found him at home:
"As a human being, at least from
narrow, civilized point of view, the Chi
naman has always seemed kind of car
feature of the rest of us. He is a sar-
donic grin at humanity. Too much like
ourselves, we dimly conceive, not to be
taken seriously, half vexing, half anus
ing, we let him iron the queer little rings
we mortals of western world wear
around our necks. We go to his theaters
to see the play of his seeing play. The
hazy atmosphere of an opium joint ap-
peals to US, and then, of course, there are
his tea and jades and dragons and myths
and things but an instinct or supersti-
tion or 5000 years-there is no telling
what-keeps us incorrigibly aloof from
John Chinaman. We confine ourselves
to abusing him. or to saving his soul.
1t makes little difference which, so far
as John is concerned Street boys and
gospels-are they not both the same to
him? He is the genius Of impervious-
ness"
The New Time, for July, the new mag
azine founded in the west as the out
come of the Arena break, by B. O. Flow
er and Frederick Upham Adams, is
spirited publication and full of original
matter. 1t is bitter on most existing
social and political conditions, and prom
ises reform in many directions But.
however sincere its purpose may be, one
can but deplore some of its splenetic ut
terances. For instance, the opening ed
itorlal paragraph iS the following.
Princeton has conferred the title of
LII, p. on Grover Cleveland why this
discrimination against General Weyler
and Abdul Hamid?"
This is as pointless as it is inexplica-
Bile otherwise. No great reform can ever
come from brutal narrowness.
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THE GREAT AMHERST MYSTERY
BY Walter Hubbell. American Pub
fishers Corporation, New York
This is a story of the supernatural
truly ghost story, as the children saw.
the scene Of which is laid, in Amherst
Nova Scotia. The story is told in the
most sinnla hut elahrnatn waN md Ia.