The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-04-02

books I'm the more brought to believe that
George Eliot was another shakespeare; Shed
JUS" what she wanted Of It. Now. there was
her own father she took as a model OF. the yYeo-
man. Caleb Garth, in her finest work.. Middle
march Some think he was the basis for, the
character OF Adam Bede. but that doesn't look
One Of her people that is very plain TO me.
though. is Tullivet in The MIL on the Floss
H He,;il Ton wo ao . Lick thhi ro, iona and trough ugh T sng
ribbon manufacturer all at the same time.
Mary Ann Evans used TO pass, his mill every
good morning. for Mr.. Evans was we'll bought
word for his daughter. But Hollick was a
curious man. a sanguine;, 2pen-iaced fellow.
Being put 'Hti upon / prreememtbSelrE one sSrin II there
was a ,Ireshet in, the, brook Plnels Brook it
S %%s e9 thS LAM d ai' sd may sS get h Tn ' heish dSTn
When the water went down Tom went
chasing lhis hay. but all cut hay looks pretty
much alike and nobody was going to take his
Tom Hollick. so he went to law. and for all
which was his hay and which his neighbors'.
JGEshgS R3np Sas the r19rish clerk Of the
much about him except he was very proud OF
himself SUNDAYS, and | suppose. all other days
IFS the old Church / / remember II hest Sur rather
than the people; Just, as she describes it. Let
me read II to yon and you could shut your eyes
fond sadness shepperton Church as It wasin
stucco. its rcd-tiled, roof. its heterogeneous
windows patched yith Lesul,ory bits of painted
leading to the school, tchiidren's gallery. Then
S3StsIat to T Tn"t at aeS nitS S'd a.9 n sbs ensn ,ySs whtG VA, !
30 crude q member Of the congregation that
my1urse found i necessary to provide for the
81 %ISas ss: Tb ersai ws and ! bu SSsI,d into the sacred ed
sqneezed between arch an wall and adorned
with the, escntcheons OF the Oldinport family.
Of meaning, in their biood-red hands. their
deaths hen,ts. their leopard's paws and Maltese
crosses VS., ) There were inscrirtions on the panels
luted elegance Of capitals and final hourishcs.
ever new delight. No benches in those days.
nnt huge; roomy Gnws around which deyout
look anywhere else than into each others eyes.
No low partit onS allowing you. with n dreary
t fpsSsa at all al c %oment snS but my ssIf DARK * p ssS axS uS.
der whose shadow | shranl with a sense Of re-
t,remGnt through the li,any, OILY to feel with
unon Il, scat durI,ngth the Psalms orthes singing
who's ever been there to see. how she has alb
try towns. Outside Of Chilvers Cotton I don't
follow her works with any appreciation o, who
Nnt ~ WTlllnR anOut, 1nOuRn l am sure all the
time they're real people. hut they're people l |
don't know except in one case. That's Felix |
Holt. knew him well. He was labor agi-
tator named John Farm. a ribbon weaver Of
leonine appearance and bearing and a natural
Gift of orn'orv. He Il ed 70 sny: The
amHition q ny lie ia to spy.k in st; Ste
I grew up / knew Farm well and was
associated with him for some time: Twas
something OF an agitator in England in those
days and travelled about organizing the weav-
crs. Even since I've been here I've been active
In one or twD-hut that's no mattar It'S in
the past now, What I was to tell. You is that
Felix Holt Is the living character Of John Tarn
and done az the master OF portrait painting
paints a picture. She's caught. the very soul
of the man. All, she was a wonderful womanr"
Mr.. TAYLOR paused. sighed and slid the books
which had accumulated in his lap back upon
the hook shelves.
There's a great lot OF nonsense written
about George Eliot" he sad as tho reporter
rose to go. and people that might be in better
business are always TO make ont that she was
this or that or the other without knowing any
thing about her. It's no place Of mine 10 add
to the sum total Of ignorance on the subject. |
can tell You nothing. as l told you at 1rst. Go
and read her books"