The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-05-09
NOTES.

of Mr.. Kipling's Many Inventions" to it's
author with a request that he should write
something on the f1y-leaf. There happened
to be four h~y-leaves, and Mr.. Kipling gra-
ciOuSly wrote a new poem for each of
them.
Mrs. John A. Logan, jr., has written a
book about Russia, which the Appletons
are publishing. That it VIII give a more
or less novel view of the land is implied
by the title, In joyful Russia Too little
too much of the other, says the New York
Tribune.
DR.. Lyman Abbot was dining at the AL
dine Club the other day when a friend in
reduced Charles G. d. Roberts, the writer,
to him. Very pleased to meet YOU" said
Roberts, but l recognized you at once by
your symbol" By a curious accident the
worthy divine was sitting under an old
print vividly depicting the capture of a
sperm whale.
Dean Farrar has been telling a story of
Huxley and Matthew Arnold. The two
were walking in Arnold's garden with
Dean Farrar, and fell to talking of social
duties. ARNOLD admitted to being fond of
is rather nice to meet people oh, yes,
replied Huxley, laughing, but we are not
all such everlasting Cupids as you.'"
Miss Glider says in a letter to the Lon
don Mail: ''W. D.. Howells has just re-
turned to New York after a fortnight of
occurring. lie only lecIuT6u TOUR Times
while he was away. but he found even thai
an irksome task, He tells me that he has
no intention of going regularly upon the
lecture PLATFORM; that it is entirely too hard
work. l should think that writing would
be ~pleasanter, particularly to a man whose
work is in constant demand at 10 cents
ODD a word
Mrs. Isabel Whitley, the author of the
Falcon of Langeac,' was born at Cam
| bridge, near Albany, N. Y, but the family
soon after moved to Indianapolis, where her
childhood was passed. Her earliest memory
was the sight of prisoners from Fort Dom
elson, ana when she was five years old
she was taken to the Statehouse to see the
dead body of President Lincoln, which was
lying there III state, and the scene made a
lasting impression on her. From these two
incidents she dates a lifelong interest in the
study of history.
In a letter to The ookm a firm of pub
fishers in this country throws a curious
sidelight on the power of a name. Mr..
Henry Seton Merriam had written to COM
plain that an early book of his, Slaves
of the Lamp" had been republished here
under a new title, evidently with the aim
of deceiving the public. The offending firm
r%etorts: We changed the title because the
which meant nothing, but Christian Vale
colt. the Journalist. the public wanted to
know about and has indoTsed our Judgment
stated. appears as a subtitle on the cover
and title page.
A story recently told serves to recall the
fact, conceded even by his admirers, that
| the late Lord Tennyson was brusque in his
manner. Some years ago Mr.. Longfellow
and his family. who were then in London,
were invited to spend the day with the
great poet at his country house. AS Miss
! Longfellow was walking through the rooms
she happened to see a volume OF her
! fathers poems lying conspicuously upon q
table, and she picked the book up to look
for a certain line, about Which the family
had had a discussion, when suddenly she
was startled by hearing a gruff voice say:
Don't you get enough of that at homer
and, turning around, she found the speaker
to be no less a person than Tennyson him
self.
A New York letter in a London paper
says: I'm consequence of the high rents in
New York it is almost impossible for our
literary men to live here at all, that is if
they nave any regard for the d~ecencies of
life. A great many of them have settled
the question of living by removing to the
suburbs. There is a little colony at Law
renee Park, about a half-hour by train from
New York, composed entirely of authors
and artists. but even there the prices are
high as compared with London. If you
want a house there for the summer you pay
e240 for three months, This a low price
for a house in a desirable suburb. 1t would
not be so low but for the fact that the
owner of the property likes authors and
artists, and makes them special induce
mentS."
Mrs. Amelia e. Barr, the 7 ist, says:
ut is my experience that the nothing
so potent as a simple love story I'D find
that my readers can always be depended
upon TO approve this kind Of a story. Love
is the one thing that people never tire Of.
1t appeals to the old as well as the young.
Human bodies may grow old and waste
away. but the soul is unchanged, and as
long as the soul remains love viii appeal 10
the heart. My body is growing old, but /
am as young in sentiment as | ever was.
The other evening l was asked by Mr.. Ma
/ bic how it was that / retained my youthful
temperament to such a marked degree. MY
reply was that l had been in Arcadia and
would always be young. There are enough