The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-03-27
AANDALL PARRIsH,w whose portrait


appears on this page, and who
is the writer of when Wilder
ness Was King is a native of Illi-
nois. He was educated in that state,
but went to Iowa, where he was admit
ted to the bar. After several years OF
success in his profession, a rowing
spirit took possession of him and he
went West, travelling in Arizona and
New Mexico and meeting with many
strange adventures. He went into
journalism, writing for various West
ern papers and even identifying him
self with country newspapers, in this
way gaining much experience in the
work that most attracted him. For
some years now he has lived in Chi
cago, engaged in commercial journal
ism, and contributing now and then to
magazines. But when Wilderness
Was King" is his first novel and was
not the result of long years of thought,
but was conceived and written in three
months. 1t is an American historical
romance of old Fort Dearborn and
concerns some stirring events of early
days in that vicinity. 1t is founded
upon fact and has a real human in
terest, containing as well an attractive
love story. 1t is published by A. c.
McClurg & Co.. of Chicago.
Edmund Gosse has an essay in one
of the March magazines upon "Immor-
tality and Fame" in which he appears
to wonder why any person should
want to live in memory after he has
been gathered to his fathers. When
tion-"and What immortal work are
you preparing noW?" he replied: 'I am
preparing for the only immortal work
| shall ever undertake, the adding of a
small heap of human remains to the
texture of the surface of the earth"
This melancholy answer was probably
more the result of a chance mood than
Of the convictions of Mr.. Gosse's mind
on the subject of Immortality, although
he further remarks that he considers
the use of the word immortality, in con-
nection with the transitory work of
man, as rather ridiculous. He thinks
this desire for fame and a lasting
place is an evidence of personal i'm
portance, in other words, it is a sign
of an egotism far from admirable. eff
six persons" he says, ARE entirely
commonplace, and attract no attention
at all, a seventh, who has killed his
maiden aunt, and buried her by night
in the kitchen garden, will seem al
most heroic, because so exceptional
and so interesting" He believes that
infamy and notoriety have too often
been COMPOUNDED with fame. He may
be right, but it does not seem wholly
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celled in something, writing, painting
or in the other arts to desire that pos
terity should at least give him the
credit he deserves. Mr.. Gosse appears
to believe that the young writer's of to-
day who claim not to care for fame
in the future, are affecting the feeling
and have it not. He thinks that much
that Napoleon did in his noisy career
was explained by his overweening am
bition to be talked about and to live
forever in the annals of history He
closes thus: The love of fame is a
dream within a dream, but like every
other dream it is liable to be sharply
broken by the shock of reality and
commonplace"
a book which is attracting atten-
Is bound to be popular at least with
literary folk, is "Personalia,'' a vol
ume of "reminiscences published anon
ymously and merely signed Sigma"
1t is of English origin and the writer is
evidently a man who belonged to a
generation now nearly passed away. 1t
is full Of good anecdote and when we
supposed everything about famous
people had been told and told again.
nd or
writer was evidently a friend and con-
temporary of some of the best known
English artists and writers of the
nineteenth century, of whom he tells
many good things. He has much to
say of Ruskin, Swinburne, Byron and
Shelley, and tells witty stories of them
all This volume is but an added con-
firmation of the assertion so often made
that the book which is true is the most
interesting and sought after. No vol
ume of true stories of real people ever
lacked an audience.
Theodore Roosevelt the Citizen-By ia
cob Riis. Published by The Outlook
Paul Book and Stationery company
If Mr.. Roosevelt, upon reading this
precious book, does not throw up his
hands and pray to be protected from
his friends, we shall think less of him.
For the author of it declares that the
president had not seen the manuscript
before it appeared in print. AS it came
out seTially in the Outlook, this is open
to question. Jacob Riis is undoubtedly
a good man and has done unquestion-
ably an excellent work among the poor
in New York, but when he published
this remarkable eulogy Of Mr.. Roose-
welt he only added to the gayety of
nations. For this life Of the chief ex-
ecutive is shriekingly funny On every
one Of the 400 pages we are informed
that Mr.. Roosevelt is a demi- god, the
most perfect man who ever lived, with
out fault, an example for all men
and youths, a perfect husband and ia
ther, the type of the public man,
friend above reproach, and president
unequaled since Washington. Now, far
be it from us to say that the president
is not all Of these beautiful things; he
may be and he may not. But for such