The Saint Paul globe., 1902-07-05

ling, Bret Harte, Gable, Mark Twain,
II. Z. Bunner, James Payn, William
winter, and very long list of men
and women, all of them with some
place in the ranks of literature. They
all graduated from newspaper offices,
and the bulk of them began as report
ers The Times literary editor reioins
oy denying the truth of the statements,
and OF kipling says he left the news
paper business as soon as he could,
which is, after all, not very much in
the way OF an argument. But with his
statement that Peter Dunn, George
AIDE and Alfred Henry Lewis, whose
names were in the list-are not liter
airy men and that their work cannot be
called literature, few will disagree. The
editor goes on to say that If the
Springfield Union will take a lantern
and go about among newspapers he
VIII hunt long time before he will
md Browning, Shelley, Tennyson,
Lamb, Marion Crawford or a Mrs,
Humphrey Ward. True, but if any one
OF the above list were alive TODAY he
might have his full need of praise and
appreciation, but it is doubtful whether
ne would make the money made by Pc
ter Dunn or George Ade, which, of
course, has nothing to do with the
question at issue, but does, perhaps.
suggest that 1T is not only what a man
can do that counts, but that the times
he lives in have much to do with his
success or failure. The Times man be-
neVes that the newspaper man is hand
lcapped in the race for literary fame
by the pressure with which he has to
work and with all sorts of limitations
which have to be recognized by news
papers.
By way of New York comes an
amusing story of President Roosevelt
which, at the same time, testifies to
his kindness Of heart. The tale goes
that a literary friend of the presidents
wrote thrilling story for a magazine
of certain Bud Tilden, described as
Kentucky moonshiner, who robbed the
United States mail in order to obtain
letter that rival had supposedly
written to Buds sweetheart. It is re-
ported that the president was so i'm
pressed by this yarn and the fear that
1T was founded on fact and that some
brave fellow was languishing in prison
on account of his romantic crime, that
he kept the department of Justice in
Washington busy for several weeks en-
deavor1ng to discover whether in any
OF the federal penitentiaries there was
such a prisoner. If so, the president
would pardon him. There is something
in this little tale which would give one
the idea that the occupant Of the
White house is not as busy as he is
popularity supposed to be.
Mr.. Albert E. Gallatin, of New York.
asks that owners of original drawings
by Aubrey BeardsIey communicate
with him, as he is intending to bring
out complete collection of the late
artists work in the near future. The
book will be published in the most
"a
taneously in London and New York,
and will undoubtedly be popular as
gift book for the Christmas trade.
According to London literary Jour
nal the catalogue of Mr.. Robson, of
Coventry street, contains a hitherto
unpublished poem found among Ten
nyson's "Sonnets and Fugitive Pieces,
$780,, signed T., meaning Thackeray,
not Tennyson. The following is the
poem:
Written in Solitude.
love thee, o thou dim and dreary feel
love thee. o thou desolate communion
VI the lone spirit with Nature. who re-
To her fond worshiper in that sweet un-
The hidden brightnesses which lie en-
In the dark treasures Of tr' unconscious
mind
A smothered fame, torrent which doth
The hand Of nature and of solitude
10 Waken- 1t, and then with headlong
speed
Shoots forth, until the mind Uniformed
and rude
Doth by that healing stream burst into
being
All pure. all bright, all beautiful, all see
Ing
AS predicted, the best selling novel
of the spring and early summer is
Dorothy Vernon, of Haddon Hall"
and its immediate success cannot but
be discouraging to persons who love