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| ~ died away yet. Now she makes
| fresh appearance IN a novel which vii
| be likely 10 create quite as much stil
| and discussion. II is called "rhe FIX.
patrlate." and finds IT'S place ON The
books store counters.
There viii be rich picknRs In the
| biography OF Coventry patmOre, which
Mr. Basil Champneys, the we'll known
architect has compiled and edited, with
the assistance OF Mrs, PatmOre. The
poet was a man Of distinguished friend.
ships and the book viii include letters
from Tennyson. Carlyle Ruskn. Au-
brey de We're and many others. Rem
lniscences CT Patmore are contributed
by DR.. Richard Garnett and Mr.. Sidney
Colyin, who have both taken degrees
I'm the gentle art Of friendship Among
the illustrations are portrait of the
poets first wife from a drawing by NIL
ais. sketch by Sargent and medal
lion by Woolner
Miss Manetta Holley has a little play
arranged from her books, in which the
different characters OF the books APP
pear. Samantha Allen, Of course, taking
prominent part II is having great
success In young peoples societies, Ep-
worth leagues, college entertainments,
etc. II is called Betsy Bobbet. and. like
an this authors writings, carries good
hoalthful influence mingled with a good
deal Of fun, The books can only be OBJ
tanned from the author
A hitherto unknown portrait Of
Goethe, sketch by j. Fl. Ramberg, has
lately been presented 10 the Goethe and
Schiller Archives at kelmar The artist
was al Korner's house when Goethe de-
scribed the meeting with the young Ro-
man woman which inspired him to
write poem Der Wanderer' RambeTg,
delighted with the poets recitation,
seized his pencil ana sketched the scene
portrayed by Goethe the poet himself,
the young mother with the singing boy
and background Of architectural
ruins,
Ernest McGaffey Is young lawyer Of
Chicago who, during the last few yeas,
has written some excellent verse. He
win be remembered by San Franciscans
as'the author Of "a California Idyl"
fine bit Of verse issued two years ago
BY the Claiming Auxiliary In its am
nual number. A small volume, Poems
Of the Town." Just from the press Of
Richard G.. Badger q Go, Of Boston,
contains a number of his verses that
are worth many readings, because they
bring out wildly the sharp contrasts
Of fortune that are far more prominent
In the city than In the country. They
touch also on the dark tragedies Of the
town and they show real sympathy
with the female bond slaves and the
fallen whose lives have so few touches
OF Kindness or JOY Especially good are
the poems, Ballad of the Shop Girl"
Pan In the City, Slaves" and Nam
nette.' Perhaps the opening poem gives
as good a measure as any Of Mr.. Nc
Gaffey's ability.
Look up to the stony arches
Where art and mammon meet,
There's sound where traffic marches,
"A call in the city street,
For voice is ever ringing,
] VIII harden your heart or break IL
If you will abide with me-"
'Ciird up your loins and fee,
There Is a fine poetical concelt in
Pan In the City" which represents the
goat footed god as present in all the
tumult of modern city life, waiting for
the time when the sands Of oblivion
shall cover the sky scrapers.
Here Is the last verse:
Oh, We foolish and forgetful,
Dared We hope ! was no more
When ye f0uled the running waters,
Raced the reeds along the shore?
When in time your buried city
Lies forever lost to man.
Here again with reedy syrinX
Shall | sound the note Of Pan.
In the St Louis Mirror Mr.. McGaffey |
has recently completed a series of sew !
'nty "Sonncts to a Wife" They were |
written To prove the untruthfulness |
If Byrons fling in Ti5On Juan that |
'etrarch would never have written his |
sonnets To- Laura had she been |
Ms wife. These sonnets show such |
ange of expression and such fine poetic
hought that il is 10 be hoped they will
loon be issued In book form for that
anger audience that will be sure TO
rect them AS a taste OF their quality
We give this sonnet which is entitled
sanctuary
KS from the toll and turmoil Of the
world
I come to bring good fortune or de-
feat
And once again your loving eyes to
meet,
hen droops the rest like a lone banner
furled
BY idle winds for all my thoughts are
whired
Toward you. like a cloud Of swallows
fleet;
And all the cares that follow at my
feet
ike wraiths against the darkness back
are hurled.
Iome is where love is and no doubt can
pierce
That inner space where you and l do
dwell,
Nor east a lurking shadow on its
floor;
Iowever beats the tide beyond us fierce
However prowls, with ululating yell,
he ever watchful wolf beside the door.
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