The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1903-06-14

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as we'll as in certain sections of the west.
1t would not be surprising to find him
appear as an active rival against Judge
Parker for the support of the New York
delegation. 3"
In the June Harper an article of inde-
scribe charm is ''An Italian Fantasy on
beauty, faith and death, by Israel Gang
will. The noted author last winter spent
some months in this fascinating land,
and no doubt the present article is one of
the happy results.
He writes: II. too. have crossed the
Alps, and Hannibal himself had no such
baggage of dreams and memories, such
f1fe-and-drum of lyrics, such horns OF ivo-
ry, such emblazoned standards flying and
f1nttering. such phalanxes of heroes,
such visions of cities to spoil and riches
to rife-palace and temple, bust and pic
ture, tapestry and mosaic = I,
too, have crossed the Rubicon, and Caes-
ar gathered no such booty. Gold and
marble and sardonyx, lapis lazuli, agate
and alabaster, porphyry, jasper, and
bronze--these were the least of my spells.
l plucked at the mystery Of the storied
land, and fulfilled my eyes of its lowell
ness and COLOR
The accompanying full page illustra-
tons by Louis Loeb are also noteworthy.
In the sBookman Chronicle and Com
ment is an excellent half tone of Prof.
George Edward Woodbury. and this COM
ment. Professor Woodberrys volume
on Hawthorne in the American Men of
Letters series, has been described as the
most discriminating biography ever writ
ten in this country. 1t certainly is a very
solid and admirable piece of work, ming
ling narrative and criticism in exactly
the right proportions. There is so much
sympathy in these days, so niue effer-
| o,,1 ndxx ,f,-ot fNr,
much misplaced praise, and so much UNI
ineligible enthusiasm, that a book like
this braces ones intellectual muscles and
gives tone to the critical nerves."
An excellent full page copy is given Of
Frank Fowlers portrait of William Dean
Howels A good portrait also of Henry
Labouchere, M. p, editor of Truth, and
of Helen Kellar, from her latest photo
graph
In clever article on 'Labouchere and
London Truth " by Ernest L. Hancock
we read the following: "Apropos of this
friendship, he was once asked what he
called the Prince of Wales when he
dlned at Marlborough house. Well said
Labby, when the soup comes on l adj
dress him as Your Royal Hlghness.' The
fish softens the reserve and | get a little
chummier, and often as not l call him
Wales. while during the entrees and
joints I get quite familiar and he be-
back and dubs me 'Labbyl The author
says "Labouchere is a complete paradox
and in conclusion gives this incident:
Father" said a child when Labouchere
was standing for Northampton, did God
make LabbyY'
Yes my dear" answered the smiling
parent
What for, father?'
The question was not and probably new
er will be answered.
Few weekly publications can be COM
pared with Golfers Weekly, and under
the editorial leadership of Mr.. Dunno is
improving with each issue. The con-
tract with Charles Dana Gibson, amount
ing to one hundred thousand dollars was
but an earnest of the effort to be
expended on its inherent worth.
The current issue is travel number
and the text and illustrations describe
the beauties of many interesting places.
The colored frontispiece entitled Sea-
goers," is realistic and suggestive scene.
while the double page drawing by Andre
Castaigne entitled "A Mid Ocean Greet
ing Is fully up to this artists usual
distinguished and unique work. Gibson
also contributes a suggestive drawing en-
titled Her Face-and Her Fortune" An
article that tells of gigantic plans is the
one on the proposed new Pennsylvania
railroad station. 1t tells of the proposed
tunnel under the Hudson river, and the
erection of the magnificent station in the
heart of the metropolis. The depopula-
stion of the space necessary and the form
alton of plans reads like fairy dream Of
romance.
In one Of the current magazines is
found Florence Earle Coates poem:
GIVE me not love which would enthrall
A spirit painting to be free;
But give me love which more than all
Would find 1t sweet to soar with mel
The bird that close to earth doth cling,
May, darling, be content to sing,
But full the sunlight shines afar--
And there be heights where eagles are.
Give me not love which hour by hour,
Like to the rose, doth pale it's hue;
But love still constant as the flower
Which opens to each morn anew;
Not love, which Swallowed by the tomb,
A little space doth languid bloom,
But love which dreams its deeper breath
From attitudes that know not DEATH"
SUMMER EXCURSIONS