New-York tribune., 1901-05-05
ILLUSTRATED SUPPLEMENT

AT the Opera on Saturday. the Fops pushed
their impudence upon the stage TO an extreme
that amendment Some OF the
BloOds of Chea pside far to open tine
doors in the front of the and present their
preposterous forms instead of the performers.
The Puppies were not recognized by any one.
We understand il is the intention of the man
agement To announce the names of all who have
any
Magic and Early Religion is the title of the
! book upon which Mr.. Andrew Lang is engaged
This subject. ass readers know. is "a favorite
study with him. :
One of the really admirable books about the
South African is. showed the other
day, "A SUbalterns Letters 1t has been more
than hinted that they were not veritable letters
that the writer's South African experiences
; Were merely cast in that form in order to hit
the present taste for the personal epistle- 1t
appears. however. that these letters were in
! truth addressed by Mr.. James Il. L. Rankin. the
| son of Sir James Rankin vi. r.. To his wife a
daughter OF Lord DynevOr Their writer, who
IS only in his thirtieth year, served in Riming-
toms Guides.
There is to be biography of Charlotte Yonge
and Miss Christabel CoIeridge will write it.
written by one whom death has disa bIed from
interference has infamed-and rot unduy-the
wrath of the critic of THE Boston Literary
World He says in mentioning the volume of
HuSo's love letters: 1T is getting to be that
longs to him-nothng- This paradox is attested
| by this volume If any of a mans belongings
belong To him to the degree that they ought
ne buried with him. his love letters those
things Interesting OF course they may be: in
this case they must be. aud are. extremely so,
but they are too sacred to yield UP their secrets
\ 10 the gaze or prOfdne curiosity. The public
has no rights TO these letters They ought never
| To have been printed. Whose is the RESPONSE
bll1ty of parting with theH-fOr thirty pieces OF
| silver? Go. cast down thy filthy lucre in the
temple or repentance. and hang thyself. traitor
| to trust
Victor Hugo certainly. could never have
dreamed that these unmeasured and unguarded
outpourinss of the heart of his passion for
Adele FOucher would ever reach any eye bat
h 5. Burn this letter is his Injunction over
and over again. Nine. Del1n cid wrong
show any my letter fp 1901 is the spirit
pages. The disregard shown to the author of
| them is enough to make him turn over in his
grave
| There is a possibility-we doubt if ii be a
| prohability-that Thomas Hardy will lecture in
| this country. He is a of reserved nature.
| and is not in the best of health.
Canton. the Wv W one of his charming
| books. died fortnight ago. in London She
was most Iovabe child Somebody. presun-
ably MIR. Andrew Lang prints this bit of
| membrance in The Morning POST:
Wv ""
Here's a flower for you. lying dead
Child. whom living L never met
Friends anany i may forget
Not you. little Winifred.
Men grow sick when they live alone
And long for the sound of childish voice
And yOu-h1w often you've made rejoice
| In simple faith like your own
So here's a flower for you. winifrel-
Out of London. violet
| Little child whom L never met.
Winfield. lying dead