The age-herald., 1900-10-03
NOTES FROM THE
 LITERARY WORLD

LITERARY WORLD The Fall of Utopia, by Charles J. Bayne, Eastern Publishing Company, 1900. Is novel out of the ordinary run of present day stories. It Is phiosophic, and shows much study and thought. Under the guise of an eastern love story Mr. Bayne tells of the fall of Utopia, and shows that so long as people remain as at present constituted, all ideal governments like that of Utopia must fail
 MT. Bayne Is an original writer, both in method and vocabulary. He is the author of many original poems of much merit and the song, the Syrian's Lament, in the Fall of Utopia, iz one of his best. Says the Syrian of home:
 There still, with hearts uncomfortable thrilh x
 see the fair land love has made me to fee;/ And free, fading Syria! my griefs flow for thee, Untll all the foSntains of tears they unfl! Songs from pxie Land, by Frank L. stanton, the Bowen Merrill Company 1900 IS a new book of songs by that sweet singer of Georgia. Mir. Stanton is wonderful man. Day after Day he writes a column of songs and bright sayings in the Atlanta Constitution, and his genius, like the spirit of ole Vtrginny' never tires. Neither do MT. Stantons readers ever tire of reading them, and they sincerely trust that he may continue to sing for them while they work Tor many years to come. Not that this sing Ing IS all play to MT. Stanton. He is an in- dustrtous worker but he sings at his work though his work be to sing. These Songs from Dixie Land are a col lection of songs published by MT. stanton rom time to time in the Constitution. The frontispiece is a picture of an old darkie This is most fitting. for many of the songs are negro songs, and one knows the heart of the colored brother better than Mr. stanton. He has lived among them all his life, and the tenderness of his own heart enables him to sympathize with and understand them.
 The following is a poetic sermon of MT. Stanton's, called The Sweet Commando" "Love thou thy neghbor as thyself:"
 I've read it o'er and Der. By loves dear hand,
 sweet commando
 I love my neighbor more! love her as the light that shines Kissing her red lips through the vines! Love thou thy neighbor as thyself:'
 I like that scripture sweet!
 I do fulfill
 That scriptures will
 With my hearts every beati love her as the glad winds race To roses smiling in her face! 'Love thou thy neighbor as thyself:"
 Preach from the text no more!
 The broad sea rolls
 Between our souls,
 And shore is far from shore. Yet still In grace my soul shall grow l love-I love my neighbor so!
 
 The following dialect poem called 'Brer Williams is but one of many equally good:
 Br'er Williams slch sinner
 He turn de preacher pale;
 He never b'lieve dat story
 Bout Jonah en de whale.
 He tu'n aside fun people Dat wear salvation robe
 He got he doubts bout Joshua,
 En draw de line at Job.
 He say dais worl' de bes' one
 He ever hope ter win;
 He never been ter meetin'
 Since freedom time come in
 But once he had a vision:
 He got ter heavens gate
 Des bout de time CT sundown,
 E.n fifteen minutes late.
 Den Minister Gabriel tell i'm:
 "Br'er Williams, go yo' way
 Des take de elevator
 Ter whar de devil stay"
 En, bless yo soul! Mex Sunday
 What did de people see?
 Brer Wdlliams-settin' in de pew
 Els solemn ez could be.
 But now, de trouble comin'!
 A yearthquake hit de wall
 De shingles went ter shakin
 En down de steeple fall!
 De preacher he was trimblin'
 En scart clean out his shoes;
 De pulpit went ter playin'
 At leap-frog wid de pews
 Ontell at las de preacher
 Got strength enough ter say:
 ''De Lawd above have mercy!-
 Oars Jonah here today."
 En den dey grabbed Br'er Williams,
 Ontell he fit en fout- Went rocfin wid i'm ter de do
 En pitch Brer Williams out! En bout de las wus seen CT him
 He gwine erlong de way,
 Ter hunt de elevator
 Ter whar de Devil stay!
 
 "A Furnace of Earth'' by HaHie Ermine Rives, the Camelot Company, 1900, is a new story that, on account of the author and the subject matter, is bound to att tract much attention. Miss Rives is a cousin of Ameie Rives, who, a young girl, startled the world with 'The Quick or the Dead" Whether Miss Hallie Rives Is trying to outdo her cousin, or whether it is a family habit, she has chosen somewhat the same subject matter in "A Furnace of Earth" as in '"The Quick or the Dead" As the title of her book would indicate, there is much warmth between its eev- ers The reader Is not kept waiting long. The story arrives in medias res at the opening of the second chapter. Here the hero says to the heroine: Give me your hand ''As she stretched it out to him, he drew it sharply toward him." The arm