The age-herald., 1900-11-11

set down his notes of "the long, silvery, popular lines beside the silvery river"
 American publishers are just as culpa- ble and in many instances put the present year upon a new imprint of very old book.
 Readers who enjoy "reminiscences of we'll known people and like to read of the per sonal and inner-life of people who have made themselves famous will undoubtedly enjoy a volume which will soon appear It is entitled "Eccentricties of Genius,
 and is by Major Pond, who has beyond doubt met a greater number of distin- guished personages than any one we could name. Major Pond has arranged hundreds of anecdotes of these noted men and wo- men whom he has brought before the pub lie on the lecture platform and there is no doubt that as he managed" them he had numerous opportunities to observe their striking individualites. Major Pond is an unusually intelligent man and the narrative enlivened as it no doubt will be by his shrewd comments, should be instructive and entertaining reading matter
 Mir. Irving Bacheler. whose novel, "Eben Holden," is receiving much favorable com- ment has had a singularly varied and in- teresting career as a newspaper and lit- erary worker. He was born in Pierrepont
 N. Y, in the autumn of 1859 in house on Waterman Hill, overlooking Paradise Val ley, the scene of the first part of .Eben Holden" At the age of 1S young Bacheler left home and went to work in a country store. During the next few years he was at various times a telegraph operator, a postoffice clerk, a salesman, a scrubwo- man, a book-keeper and a delivery wagon But it was during this varied experience that he grew to be familiar with the gos- sips of the wood store and the cracker barrel and it Is to the memory of those that environment that is owed the quaint humor and philosophy of Fiber Holden"
 Visitors to olde London towne will re- member how devious and uncertain are the roadways which lead from the Strand the great throbbing highway of London, one end of which ends in Charing Cross. which Dr. Johnson styled "the heart of the Uni-
 verse;" and that other great thoroughfare known as High Holborn Yet who would have it different? The narrow, eurVing streets which until thoroughly familiar
 seem to lead to nowhere in particular, anu just as likely as not back to the point we started from, are so characteristic Of the London we learned in our Dickens and other familiar English writers. London In very many of it's parts has taken on de>
 great thoroughfare is to be cut from the cidedly remodeled and new appearance, and Strand to Hoborn and run rough-shod through the old haunts of MT Pickwick,
 Mrs. Camp, Jr and many another or Baz s merry immortals. I wonder if English peo- pie regret these changes like Americans do? Standing inside the little "Old Curi- osity Shop" the past summer we were told that in all probability 1t would be gone
 when Americans searched 1t out to pay their devotons there next summer. Like many another old literary landmark it
 must disappear and give way to the ad- vance of progress and the demands made by traffic upon the largest city in the
 world. Bloomsbury Is also undergoing
 enormous changes at the hands of its great
 landowner His Grace of Bedford and Alfred Place, in Nottenham Court Road, i where Campbell had lodgings after resign ing the edtorship of the New Monthly | Magazine has also been threatened. As II | these changes were not enough iconoclasts must arise and dispute the authenticity of | other literary shrines. For recent dis | cussion seems to prove conclusively that | the author of "The Deserted Village does
 "not" lie under the rain-washed monument beside the old Temple Church, marked, | Here lies Oliver Goldsmith" So one by l one our more cherished illusions pass ] away PAUL PRY.