The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1901-09-01
An Mw ~ y ~
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~ ~ OF 4 enneSSGG.
Mr. John Trotwood Moore's book, "a
Summer Hymnal," is one OF the recent
contributions to the literature Of romance
and life. which has attracted the atten
tion Of the lovers of sentiment The work
Is rich Ia its creations of fancy, ana pur
sues an account Of love that rests upon
the simplest yet loftiest impulse Of the
hear. II contains many delightful episodes
and ertcrtainlng bits and peasantries
which add highly 10 its readable qualities
and ali IN all may be put down as de
seryedly popular work OF modern fiction.
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THE man who knows woman knows
the wcrld" says the author; but the man
VINO knows the Thesis of his book knows
a world that stands out in strong contrast
to that usually seen OF men in the strenu-
Gus life of the Twentieth century. She
dings up the windows of the soul. and
the only question that she leaves unan-
swered is whether she is merely an ideal
created 10y the authors fancy, or the proto-
type Of a living reality.
Perhaps there is confession in Mr.
Moore own words:
IL began Systematically to work to try to
forget Thesis.
Wounded love. run through vital spot,
how hard Ii fights for life!
81 brought all the forces of my viii to
work, and backed them with the battalion
I had called Common Sense Thesis was
poor Bernice was rich. Thesis was quiet
and domestic. and cared little for society.
Bernice was a magnificent creature.
"Oh, love! Oh Thesis. VIII you forgive
mep
THAT night l felt | had conquered my,
self. until ] picked up my favorlte volume
of Keats. Pressed in its pages was
snow.white summer lily Thesis had given
1t 10 nc only year ago that very sum-
mer night as We sat on a rustic bench in
the moonlight. She had worn it all even
ing over her own heart. When / left she
had pinned II over mine
81 could see 1t all 1t came back to
meth, sweetness, the glory of 1.-THE
very smell of her hair. She had never used
either a perfume or powder but like
lily that brews its own sweetness in the
laboratory Of it's soul She carried always
with her a perfume which had no dupll.
cate on earth
"Tak about material things and that
the soul is not immortal, l thought, when
the sight Of faded flower will bring back
a whoie summer of life and lovc-wllI beget
living months. children Of Immortality"
Ana could he forget Thesis? Would he
he the possessor of tho human soul from
Witch such sentiment could only flow, If
Hecting time might effacc this fondness
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the course Of true love widened us it over
does when fed from the source of natures
1t Is story of sunny Tennessee that
thrcjs with life and love. aud among the
fancics OF the romance Is one descriptive
of a spell from the king bird of the for
ests when jubilant in his most captlvat-
ing wood that is worthy of quoting here;
In the great sweetness of it all there
burs. suddenly on me food of the rich
'st melody. | could hear It. hut could |
not sec the musician. 1t seemed to come I
from evcrywhere-I knew the singer who
gave Il forth and the white oak tree he !
was f.. but the hooking bird, Ike all true !
singers, is so unpretentious in his makeup, |
md so near the color of nature generally, |
hat could scarcely tell him from the big |
lonest limb he was sitting on. But I knew |
Nell enough. too. why his music seemed |
o come from everywhere--he draws it from
and he never pours it out |
vice in the same direction.
"Oh, he Is the true singer, Watch him
ust moment and see. while his little
yray throat swells and puffs and rolls like
hlllows. and his flashing eyes,
d.
md there. now az the earth. ana now at
he heaven above him, notice how his little
iead moves from side to side. pouring his
ons in every direction and varying 1t to
nit every new and beautiful sight that
ashcs across the threshold Of the tiny
hambers in his eyes. 1t is almost comical
o sec how earnest he ls-not merely to
ing. but to sing some new things. And
o he takes In both earth and heaven. and
nvciuntarily pours out the impression that
e sees"