Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-10-18

Bachelor; 272 Congress St., Bos'
ton; SO a year.
An ably conducted weekly of TWEEN
ty-six pages. In the issue of Sept.
is a good article by ]. Briefly entitled
"On Being Quiet"
There is so mach truth and sense
In II that wish every strenuous
American could read 1t carefully. Foi
It is an uncommon topic. and natural
", I suppose, emanates from England
and not from America.
We have had the "early.to-rise' doc
trine so drilled into US from the days,
when our fathers called to us at the
first faint dawn. Boys! Time to get
up.' down to the lectures and books
by Drs. Matthews and Marston.
ITO be an initiate OF Quietness Is at
once a gift and a culture" Mr.. Briefly
says. There are certain spirits who,
by endowment, have deeper appre'
citation than their fellows OF what is
here to be discerned and felt.
1--WE recognize the truth of Walter
Patee's saying about Charles Lamb,
And, In truth, to men OF Lambs deli
cately attuned temperament, mere
physical stiffness has its full value;
such natures seem to long for II some.
times, as for no merely negative thing.
with sort of mystical sensuality.' :.
With spirits Of this order 1t Is only
when alone with nature that they real
ize their truest selves"
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Letter from the authors of "The
Lightning Conductor:
The Bulletin Bookman.
Dear Sir:-The way We happened
to write the book is quite simple. We
had just taken the trip which We de-
scribe in the book. and had arrived an
Taormlna In Sicily, where the story
closes. Here we found a great many
letters awaiting us, as usual In trav.
ing about: and in one was bad news.
An illustrated paper of travel for
which my husband had enjoyed writ
ing, was to be suddenly stopped, on
account OF great lawsuit between
proprietor and editor. My husband
was sorry, as he had found much
amusement in sending photographs
and articles about our motoring adven-
lures; and to cheer him up | suggested
that we should write book about
them instead. We sketched out an
idea for II at once, and | wrote the
first letter that very night.
Much of the story was written at
Taormina, but It was finished here, at
Hampton Court, In an old garden tenn
pie built by Sir Christopher Wren for
Charles the Second.
| This was the first book which my
husband and wrote together, though
! had written good many alone; but
now we have written another motor
novel called The Princess Passes,
which is appearing in America In tho
Metropolitan Magazine, and will be
published in book form there In the
spring. 1t Is already out here, and we
hope that people may like It as well as
they have The Lightning Conductor.
when I went over to New York a
few weeks ago, | was quite grieved
to hear that many people there fan
cied we were advertising the Napier
car! We're not SO business-like In
England, SO 1t never occurred to us
that people would think that.
"Our own car Is Paubard, but we
made the good car in The Lightning
Conductor Napier because 1t had
just won the Gordon Bennett race at
that time, and was quite the car OF
the moment here. And we want to
give the car some name as II seems
so unreallstic to invent one. ] send
from my husbasd and myself all good
wishes for The Bulletin.
ALICE MURIEL WILLIAMSON
White Hall, Hampton Court, Kings
ton-on-Thames, London, Sept. 2, 1904.
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Mrs. Williamson is an American,
born in New York State. She was an
actress with Frohman and her own
company for a while; then went to
England as a newspaper correspond
ent. While there she met and married
Mr.. Williamson, a journalist, and the
author of Life Of Carlyle" In two
volumes. Mr.. Williamson was on the
staff OF the London Graphic for sever
al years.
Many of the following novels by Mrs.
Williamson will be remembered by
readers of felton, Ordered South,
1.-THE transformers" THE Adven.
lures OF Princess Sylvia, "The News
paper Girl, 1.-THE Silent Battle, and
my Lady Cinderella
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THE Bulletin Bookman, Honolulu.
Il hope you have not parted com
pany with the muse, or that the es'
arrangement Is only temporary. ! am
still humble devotee at the shrine OF
song, and undoubtedly always shall be
more or less While life shall last.