Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1903-12-12

4 CuiiOuS story is being told OF the
Successful, German author of comedies.
the late Gustav Won Moser. whose name
is best remembered in this country in
connection with THE Private Secre-
tary.' He used TO show his friends
50 the story runs. "a little crystal urn
in which he ordained that his ashes
We're TO rest after his cremation. From
every one of the many laurel WreathS
shoWered on him after the premiere OF
a new success, he used to pluck y
single leaf, burn it and lay it's ashes in
the urn. And so, you See he was wont
to say with his sunny smile. one OF
these days [ shall really be resting OH
my laurels. And so it came about, for
his whimsical request was scrupulousiy
observed
The authors of Russia are no.,
apparently. as numerous and as COM
retent IT the present day as one would
expect. From a report lately issued it
appears that when the Imperial
Academy of Art came to award the
POushkin prize of $500. which is offered
annually for the best literary produce
ton of the year, only forty-two manu-
scripts We're offered for inspection.
Thirty Of these were refused and not
one if the remaining twelve was con-
eidered worthy Of the whole prize. Two
poets were given $3.50 each. They We're
Mr.. p J. Weinberg, the translator oil
some works of Schiller and Heine, and
Mr.. IVAN BOunin, who submitted a
translation of the Song of HiaWatha
and Il volume of original verse.
Lord Rowtons death has. of course,
brought into circulation many anec-
dotes concerning him and his chief,
Lord BeaconSfeld. A particularly
pleasant story told of them COM
memo1ates the visit which, early each
summer, they made together to Il Ger
tain tree in the Green Park. They
called it the ''Faun,'' because of its
shane. Let us 80 to the Faun.
Beaconsiield would say. Year after
wear. when Lord Rowton had lost his
| chief, he nevertheless continued 10
make his summer pilgrimage to TIE
| beloved tree. He was absent When
| Beaconsfield was in his last Illness.
| Hurrying back to London. he mad TO
wait for four days before he could see
his friend. Let him come TO me
| gradually" said the dying man, WIZ
| his senstiveness about death. Tie
knew that each must betray to the
| other the knowledge that this was a
final goodby, and he shrank from the
| strain.
| Anropos of the long looked Tor
biography. Il writer in The Mornlns
Past ,il,1dos to Il converse ton he llii'i
with Lord Rowton in which, after some
| talk about the secret history OF the
| Horlin treaty and Lord Beaconshelo $
relations with Bismarck, he tried 10
draw out the ex-Secretary, remarkihS
that ";,ll this will no doubt appear III
vour forthcoming Life OF hoiu
| Hooconsileld''" Lord EoWton Woui"
not be definite. 'Ah. my dear fellow
he replied, the question is WhetheI
there will ever be life ut all. 1t Wou'o
h.. very difficult" He paused Tor :.
oomont and then added. Il sha'l
never publish it." Referring to LcEa
| J,owtou ard the Beaconsfeld bioSfd-
| nbv The Daily Telegraph says
".lothing definite is divulged on t'e
| question. but it is not improbable thal
- very well known publishing hooae
| may he in a position to make an an
| nouncement before long.