The Birmingham age-herald., 1905-03-26

MT. DaVlS, raising ms VOlce nttlS, repeated the question. But again dead silence, or only the measured footballs of the two pacing sentries within, and the fainter echoes of the four without Ad- dressing the other soldier, as if the first had been deaf. the prisoner again repeat ed his inquiry. But the second soldier remained silent as the first.
 We'll said MT. Davis. throwing his hands up and breaking into bitter laugh, I wish my men could have been taught your disclpliner
 The volume Is most Interestingly writ ten. giving evidently a faithful record of incidents and conversations which took place daily. and especially everything that concerned the life of MT. Davis. At this time the rigor of his treatment mourning such trivial deprivations and excessive harshness, seems unnecessary and cruel hcyond the power of words to describe. and the reader Is forced continually to remember the state of feeling al the time and the turbulent excesses, due to the frenzied grief over the assassination Of President Lincoln in order to extenuatc circumstances somewhat.
 His sole reading matter a Bible and pra~er book. his only companions those two silent guards, and his only food the ordinary rations of bread and beef served out to the soldiers of the garrison-thus passed the first day and night of the ex- F. esident's confinement"
 The discussion of the placing of the iron shackles on MT. Davis by General Miles has been so vigorous and widespread re- gently that the account of 1t In the book possesses special interest. The author writes:
 "On the morning sof the 23d of May, 2 vet hitterer trial was in store for the proud spirit-a trial severer, probably, than has ever in modern times teen in flicted upon any one who had enjoy.ss such eminence. This morning Jefferson Davis was shackled Capt. Je- rome E. Titlow of the hlrd Pennsylvania artillery entered the prisoners cell, fol- lowed by the blacksmith of the fort ar1 his assistant. the latra. carving in his hsI ds soI.s f"avy nnI ha-.hly ratrling .hackles As they entered Mr DavIs was reclining on his bed, se,ensE and weary after s,e=p es nlgIt the f.,a pla ed t,ar to hin n the pr,.soiig day still I vng untouchs! on its ti.i p,ata Eear his bedside
 !" 'Well?' said MT. Davis as they en- tered, slightly raising his head
 "I have an unpleasant duty to per form, sir said Captain Titlow
 Davis leaped instantly from his recum- bent attitude, a flush passing over hls face for moment, and then his coun- ltIldICe BIOWluB llNlu dnu IlBlu dS Qedln.
 " My Godi You cannot have been sent to iron me? This is too monstrous. groaned the prisoner, glaring round the room as If for means of self destruction. I demand, Captain, that you let me see the commanding officer. Can he pretend that such shackles are required to secure the safe custody of weak old man, so guarded and in such fort as this?'
 |" Tt could serve no purpose, replied "a TiflOus Washington, as mine are from him.
 " But he can telegraph, interposed MT. Davis eagerly; there must be some mis- take. Beg him to telegraph, and delay until he answers."
 The scene Is a pitiful one and Is dis dressing to read about even at this day. "Fanciful Tales from Legends of the Adj rondack Indans,'' by Kate Brewer Pub
 lished by the Neale Publishing company. This modest little volume in neat covers of brown and white contains four of the fanciful tales from Indian legends. !The initial one ''The Birth of the White Water Llly," is singularly tender and full of winsome grace, and draws the reader close to the great heart of nature. It is the story of a beautiful Indian maiden who broke away from the heart of her lover-her chief-for honor's sake and threw herself into the river After search ing in vain with weary hearts for her young body, so the story goes, they re- turned the next day only to find the spot covered with white water lilies. Tt is the beautiful white soul of Oseetah, with her heart of gold come back to us in this form" And they sorrowed no more for the maiden whose purify and love re- mained always with them in the form of the beautiful white lily which spread and multiplied through all the waters fed by the lake of the Saranacs.
 The School of Life" by Henry Van
 Dyke Charles Scribners Sons.
 ',rhe School of Life" by Dr. Van Dyke, is a very beautiful little essay, as is everything that this well R>own author writes. And not only beautiful in thought and expression, but helpful and beautiful in sentiment and purpose.
 He traces most exqIisitely the thought of the process of education as held by tho Greeks and the Hebrews-the two master-races of antiquity.
 With the Greek the dominant idea was the unfolding of reason, the clarifying of the powers of thought and imagination. With the Hebrew the heaviest stress was laid upon the conception of right eousness. The foundations of his school were the tablets on which the divine laws, Thou shalt" and Thou halt not were in- sc-.bed Reason and righteousness" says the author; what more can the pro- cess of life do to justify itself, than to unfold these two splendid flowers on the tree of our humanity? What third Idea is there that the great race, the Anglo Saxon, may conceive, and cherish. and bring to blossom and fruition? There is only one-the idea of service-Reason. Righteousness and Service"
 Dr. Van Dykes volume Is small. but it