The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1901-11-02

.rtHt U5N Marion crawford ana
President Roosevelt could rlsa very
pleasant evening with tho ghost of tio-
UN. t0 be present at tbe meeting
THE works off rheoputus. off Virgil. Of.
white OF solb1urne oft Thoroau are am
more or less off % like character They
either sing boz verse. or ten I'm prose, the
beauties oft the country life. The ten-
dcucy of both American and European
civilization is toward the city life. II.
is "a satisfaction TO find some one who
urges upon the wealthy the country life
and does not believe la the life Of the
town. a couple of solitary books on
this line have drifted i'm the writer's
way. The first was entitled Elizabeth
and her German Garden" the second
|"A Solitary summer" Both books
created somewhat Of a sensation when
they were published, and there were
many guesses as 20 who was the au-
| thoress Of the books, ranging from the
Princess of Pless, an Irish beauty who
married the Prince, up to some of the
royalties of Great Britain who had made
/ their homes i'm Germany. The author
/ ship is of no matter. II might be that
] of Princess or tramp, it is the love OF
nature which is the charm, and ii is this
/ which makes the books valuable.
The Solitary Summer is just
beautiful description of quiet con-
templative life during the months of
May. June. July. August and Septem-
her. Each month has its description
of lovely masses of flowers, of the vari-
ed scents which lade the air, of the
cool vistas of woodland, of the bosky
deus and dimping pools. Elizabeth
has one favorite pool beside which she
reads Thoreau. She lies on the grass
and sees the reeds glistening greenly
in the water, and when she looks up
she can see the rye-fringe brushing the
sky. "All sorts Of beasts she says,
come and look at me, and larks sing
above me-" Is not the picture charm
ling. 1t may be idleness, but charming
|idleness is beautiful and health giving.
For bits of reflection and description
Elizabeth is loveable. Take this of the
early morning. She says: Each morn
ing the simple act of opening my bed
room windows is the means of giving
me an ever recurring pleasure. Just
underneath them is a border of rockets
in full flower at that hour in the
shadow of the house whose gables lie
sharply defined on the grass beyond,
and they send up their good morning
scent the moment they see me leaning
out, careful not to omit the pretty
German custom of morning greeting
l call back mine, embellished with
many endearing words, and then theil
J fragrance comes up close and covers
my face with gentlest kisses One
P, pities a being who has not some mem
. DRY of this sort stored away, which vii
, be once more touched into life by
., Elizabeths words. TO the writer il
9 recalls a window in an old manor
house, with honeysuckle twining rounC
\ the lattice, and it's fragrance waiting
inward, the outlines of the grey ole
church, gemmed here and there witt
r ivy, and to the lazy, hardly listening
ear come the merry chirp of birds, anC
=, the faint murmur of the village brook
a The scene is gone, but the memory
: sleeps to be awakened now and then
il one is happy to have some sweet mem
cries.
q But if Elizabeth can make you love
n your early morning, she can also toucf
a
c too long for quotation but if any one
q will read it, he or she will be the better
q for it. Nowhere" muses. Elizabeth a.
r night, "a single hard word being spok
5 en-, or a single selfish act being done
p nowhere anything that could tarnisf
p the blessed purity of the world as Goo
r has given it us. If one believed in An
Y gels one would feel that they mus
I love us best when we are asleep anC
4 cannot hurt each other; and what
E mercy it is that once in every twenty
I four hours we are too utterly weary
). to go on being unkind The doors are
4 shut, and the lights go out, and thu
a sharpest tongue is silent, and all of us
! scolder and scolded, happy and un
[ happy, master and slave, judge anc
q culprit, are children again, tired, ant
s hushed, and helpless and forgiven
And so Elizabeth talks on. She give'
7 you pleasant description, she fascinate'
j with gorgeous colors, and masses O.
: exquisite blossoms, she has no story t
S tell, save the great story of woman
b with a contented heart even WheI
Y wealth is one of her burdens. The les
81 son of the Solitary Summer" is tina
= happiness, if it is to be found on cart
d at all, must rest with ourselves. W.
o can make our earthly course either
$ heaven or a hell as we wish Attel
$ all this is what Marlowe wrote in hi
3 Doctor Faustus over three hundre
a years ago. Says Marlowe's Mephisto
d Hell hath no limits, nor is circum
scribed