The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-11-26

the Connecticut Charter, the story of its hiding and the relics of Joseph Wadsworth. It embraces everything relating to as romantic an episode as our history can show. The book is dedicated to fThe Wooden Nutmeg, the Symbol of the Land of Steady Habits, ? and has many appropriate illustra- tions."
 Rossiter's Chicago publishing house has in press novel by our townsman, Charles H. Day, the well known writer. It Is in cloth and paper editions. The title is Actress and Clerks, Story of Stage and Store" It has thirty illus trations The same firm has accepted two more of MT. Days tales, which they will shortly produce in uniform style with the above.
 Painted Shadows" published by Little, Brown and Company, Boston. This collection of essays and poetry is by Richard Le Gallienne, author of Love Letters of the King, ''The Quest of the Golden Girl'' and numer- ous other delightful literary produc- tions. Whatever this author writes is well done, and in this new book Mir. Le Gallienne displays in remarkable de- gree his fine imagination, charming style and the high quality of his verse. ''The Youth of Lady Constantia," ''The Wandering Home "The Shadow of the Rose," "Beauty's Portmanteau' and "Old Silver are equal to his best work, and the story which bears the ti- tie Poet Take Thy Lute" will appeal especially to those who love what is best and most beautiful in literature. Perhaps t'Old Silver" is the one piece of work which shows MT. Le Gallienne at his best, although "The Household Gods written with less attention to the inlay work in black and white" deserves recognition as being power full handling of an extremely difficult subject.
 Under the title of "The Shadow of the Rose" the author says:
 Have you ever considered the shad- ows of beautiful things, how exquisite they are, how strange, how filled with meanings and messages, and, as well, that they are no less real, when you come to think of it, than the so-called realities by which they live-mysteri- ously real real, you may even deem, with a more exquisite reality? Tine shadows of sunny leaves dappling the long glades of the woodland silence and failing about one like the fairy dies that make the markings on flowers; the blithe silhouettes of darting birds on the window curtains in early summer mornings; the dreamy flicker of sway ing branches across the page in sum mer afternoons; the shadow of beau tiful woman on blind.
 T am thinking of shadows, because for full hour have been watching the shadow of a rose on my study wall.
 ssWhen we look back upon our lives do we not see that it was the shadows that were the realities? What of those long morning shadows full of romantic promise that ran before us in the sun rise of our lives, kissing their hands and inviting us to mysterious goals? What of love? What of fame? They were real only so long as they ran be- fore us, shining shapes of promise. They were real only So long as they. were shadows.
 ssAs I contemplate that shadow rose on my wall it comes to me that thus has my life gone by. All my life have I been loving the shadow of the rose, and so it will be with me till die. I am of those for whom it Is destined My Rose will always belong to another, but her shadow will belong only to- me
 MT. Le Galienne thus sings of shad- ows in the country near the wide meadows: Let whoso will sing towns and towers,
 Tis not so that my heart is made; My world is a wide world of flowers,
 Leaf upon leaf and blade on blade. Of buds and butterflies and birds
 I ponder, lying in the grass, For company the quiet herds,
 And the slow clouds that pass and
 pass.
 Safe in the leafy arms of trees,
 I watch, through many a summer noon,
 The silken shadows of the breeze,
 Till the stars come and bring the
 moon