The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1900-03-04

| can not imagine any two occupations which
20 80 well together as writing romanccs and
growing apples. II you should hnppen Il
grow more Interested in the apples than the
Iromances-wcii, that would be all Inc better
No sensible man who could make mis- living
| by growing apples would so en- writing books.
Personally, my dream Us fur rose farm. Tut
| I know shall never get It Harc'i Frederic.
| too. used 20 cultivate roses, hut he IS dead.
Guy Boothby prefers to breed Bulldogs, Of
which. as change from books. viii some
day tell you, and most literary men know
| are longing to do something else than write
books. Failing all else. they are wiling tc
Kill Beers pr. Conan Doyle Is just on to
the Transvaal.
Our Conan Doyle. to the war IS gone.
In the ranks OF death you'll an4 him
~
| In Mr.. Tirebuck We have lost one Of gu,
most promising novelists weether Mr.. Tire
buck would ever have fulfilled the promise
OF ''Dorric." tne heroine Of which Mr.. Lang
preferred to the more famous Tess is
doubtful. There was certain heaylness and
slowness In Mr.. Tirehucks talent which no
never quito worked out of lis hooks. But for
this "DorrIe" would certainly nave taken a
higher place az a novel than Il did. MIR. Tire
buck was one Of a group of Liverpool lit
terateurs which included Hall Caine, william
Watson and Ashcroft Noble. Those who knew
him personally will cherish his memory as
tina. of very rare and gentle spirit. For
years he and his sister lived Charles -aat-
Mary Lamb existence together IN ,emoie
cottage in Wales. A short time ago me
sister died. Now. the brother!
AS write this article news comes Of still
another literary death, that of Canon Rick
ard Watson Dixon Canon Dixon had au
esoteric fame as poet IAN obscure celeb
rity. His cult was small and secret, but 1t
was very devoted and could show good reason
for Itself Canon Dixon was at oxtocd with
Burne-Joncs and William Norris aud was
associated with them in sta.ung the oxford
and Cambridge Magazine. His hest known
volumes are. "Christ's Company and other
POEMS" 1861; Historical odes," ICES;
"Mano" 1855; "odes and lgeIosues," ;sM;
Lyrical POEMS" 1856; "The Story of Eudo-
cha and Her Brothers," 1888. But Lone of lis
poems can be said to be known outside
small circle Here Is one o: the most sue
cessful:
Art thou gone so far,
Beyond the poplar tops. beyond the sunset bar.
Beyond the purple cloud that swells on high
In the tender fields OF SKYE
Leanest thou thy head
On sunsets golden breath? Is thy vile hair
spread
To his solemn kisses? Yet grow til u not pale
AS he pales and dies; nor more my eyes avail
To search his cloud-drawn bed.
o come thou again!
Be seen on tho falling slope; let toy foot
Whore the river cuts with his blue scytho The
grass;
Be heard in the voice that across the river
comes
From the distant wood, even when the stilly
rain m
Is made to cease by light Wines. come again,
As out of your gray siooms,
When tho cloud Eiawsa iunaiaaas and .hiftiag
riven,t ~
Forth comes tho moon. the sweet surprise of
heaven; "a isq6
And her football light
Drops on the multiplied wave; her face 10
seen. 80
In evenings pallor green:
And she wakes bright Qt
With the death OF the tinted all; yea, brighter
grows
IN sunsets gradual close.
To earth from heaven comes she,
So come thou to me.
oh, lay thou thy head
On sunsets breath Of goIab thy hair bespread
In his solemn kisses; but grow thou not pale
AS he pales and dies, lest eye no more avail
To search thy clouddrawn aed
Can the weeping eye
Always feel light through misis that never
dry?
Can empty arms alone forever I'LL
Enough the best? Can ecno answer still.
When she has ceased to cry?
The quality here is COOL, doubtless, but it
can hardly be denied III It it is tomewhit
thickly spread. Richard l.. GallIone.