The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-12-03
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stoddard-sThree Gifts" by Keith St.
 John-Forthcoming Books-sOme of
 the Magazines. &
 Charles Warren stoddard has writ ten another delightful book on 'aThe Island of Tranquil Delights" just is- sued by Herbert B. Turner and Com pany. Boston. As says the New York Sun: What a charming fairyland boys had in the South Seas before pO- litical squabbles and a literary cult drove the mutineers of the Bounty and Captain Cook into the background. MT Charles Warren Stoddard had the luck to see the blessed isles in the hap py days that went before Samoa and Molokai and Hawaiian annexation, and in tThe Island of Tranquil Delights gives us some more picturesque sketch es that are almost stories, with a few that are very good stories indeed. They have humor, and sympathy for the natives, and plenty of scorn for some white mems doings. with many charming descriptions. Two exquisite little photograVures adorn prettily gotten up little volume
 The Boston Advertiser says in an ar ticle of two columns: "In the Foot Prints of the Padres and Exits and Entrances'' were good enough, but we are glad to have the American Loti' at home again, revisiting South Sea scenes of his hearts delight and writ ing lines with the flavor of pomegran- ate in its native place, the fire of the oleander, the softness and languor of summer seas. with a dash, too, of the surf with it's curving foam, the whole pervaded by the subtle spirit of the south"
 A specimen gem from the book is MT. Stoddard's poetic description of an ad- venture with the hospitable islanders, which is very tropic in color. He says:
 I swan as one inspired--as the fish swims, flaming itself with wings that culver in ecstacy-and feeling every curve of my limbs athrill with new born grace; scared in great circles as a bird scars, for the mere pleasure of lowering in space; to cleave that crys- tai flood as it was cleft when thrust forth my arms to embrace, as it were, the embodied spirit of the place, was to float between two skies lost to all the laws of gravitation. There was a faint piping of a bird, liquid note, an- swered by another and another. I paused in mid air, mid-water, and iis. tened from every side came the wood. notes wild; solos. duets, and quartettes; and then glorious chorus that flooded the recesses of the forest and held me spelIbound-I was like to drown. There was a stir among the branches: the leaves and vines were all aquivec was alone, even I, who had fluttered the dove cotes in this Already? I knew that the birds were few upon the is land. and not famed for song or plu- mage, yet here was an invisible aviary most musical with melody and thas of the finest. could not drown. Out os the tremulous boughs Ieaped youths alld lnaidens-ripe fruit they call them over wonder, and they were ripe in deed; out of the very sky they seame3 to fall as they dropped from the higher felghts; the curtains of the vines were parted, discovering others who lad been in hiding, and these flew to my rescue in all haste. for by this tine WAS sinking. Male and female created He them and they came to me one and all even as they were created. IL seems such is their pastime in the Garden of Eden; to hide at the ap- preach of an intruder and then sur rrise him They had heard niy cry they had hushed their laughter as l Grcw rear; they mocked the voices of the woodland; they had enJ oyea my :rl- nocent, though rapturous gamou's, ani in my last. gasp they had snatchcd re frcup watery grave.
 So he was garlanded and borne away to a fate that is known in Tahiti; only to the initiated, an orange spree. The feast. the song, the dance, nights mu- sical, terpsichorean, bibulous If the revelers exceeded excess he pleads, one might still feel it in his heart to pardon what verged dangerously upon the unpardonabIe. sThese pent-up Uticas must throw wide their gates at intervals or their walls will fall. This was their joy of life, of living; and the love of it, the lust of it, was bred in the bone or ever the secret of their solitudes had been trumpeted to a covetous world and the shadow of Death descended upon the Isles of the Sea.s
 ssZeb' is the brief but suggestive and effective title of book published by George w. Jacobs and Company Phil adelphia which will delight the heart of every healthy, live, wide-awake boy. It is the new story by that favorite and successful writer of boys books, w. o. Stoddard. Feb is "a New England boy.'' The lads full name is zebedee Fuller and his headquarters are at Ogleport, which locates him as well as if it had been Ogdensburg. "Zeb'' Is live boy. full of organizing capacity and born leadership, and things happen" right along wherever Zeb happens to be. The boys of his region recognize him cordially as their captain, and are led by him into accomplishing many doings and adventurous exploits. "Zeb', and his comrades, all bright young fellows, figure considerably in the affairs of Ogleport academy, and incidentally one learns a good deal of the academy and what its trustees did and what went on in the town general A A