The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-09-09
HE NEW PUBLICATIONS
SOME OF THE LATEST BOOKS OF
 THE SEASON.

Now Mrs. Payne WhItney-"Life More Abundant" by Henry Wood George CRry EggIestOn's GA Daughter of the SOuth"-"A Little Cook Book for a Little Girl" by the Author of 9GaIa Day Luncheons"-"How Bar bara Kept Her Promise" by Nina Rhodes-The 'aGregory Guards" by Emma L. Benediet-FOrthcOmin Books, Etc.
 A new volume of poems by Helen Hay-now Mrs. Payne Whitney-is is- sued in handsome style by Harper Brothers (s12O under the title of Songs and Sonnets" This is Mrs. Whitney's third volume and it shows a marked advance over her last The po- 4ens are distinguished by rare taste, dis lcernment and delicacy and frequently Hoy deep feeling. Occasionally exqui- J tlslte shading is apparent. Pathos is 4 4talsosa feature, while in the efforts of N Tighter vein there are very happy and 4 lightsome touches The work gives z promise of higher poetic flights Of the collection the New York Evening Sun says: "The most important and signi- fcant work in it is the sonnet sequence. Mrs. Whitney has high technical skill an a most difficult form of art. She moves within the narrow bounds of the sonnet with ease. It does not fol- low that the poems have not been worked over a great deal. However, E they do give the impression of lyric gpontaneity. The influence of the @ 'Sonnets from the Portuguese" is to be noticed, though there is not here that # great facility for contemplating a pas sion from all sides that makes Mrs. Browning's celebrated sonnets what # they are. Nor, on the other hand, do these sonnets give the impression in " Eheir entirety of an epithalamium, de- # tail that made the publication of that & particular work of the wife of the great Robert almost an indelicacy. There we find the plorification of happy love. z Here we have doubt, renunciation and v other unhappy things. But Mrs. Whit # pey Is young, and youth is the time When nothing is so dainty sweet as melancholy. We may expect from her D more robust and more cheerful treat E snent of life at some time in the future. @ The relief which comes from the 1ense of the variety of existence, which we find in Rossetti's House of Life" ls not to be looked for in her work g Men have written the best sonnets be- rause of their ability to give this varie- ty. Here is harping on one string, often melodious at times, but still one # string Besides, those of the sonnets # which are supposed to come from the 5 man are essentially feminine.
 One sonnet which ought to occupy a # place by itself is "As Pale Child" which has a strange wistfulness to it: # AS a pale child, hemmed in by windy
 rain,
 fafieHFiy turns to touch his we1I-
 known toys,
 Playing as children play who make # no noise, &s Yet happy in way; then sighs again. To watch the world across the storm-
 dim pane,
 And sees with wistful eyes glad girls
 and boys
 Who rornp beneath the rains unli-
 censed joys,
 And feels wild longings sweep his gen.
 tie brain.
 10 I, contented with my flowers for
 stars,
 Stroll in my fair, walled garden hap
 pily,
 Knowing no gladder game till, shrill
 and sweet,
 hear life's cry ring down the silent
 street,
 And press my face against the sunlit
 bars
 TO watch the joyous spirits who are
 free.
 # A psychological condition difficult to express is packed into '"rhe Forgive, k ness:''
 If might see you dead, Beloved Your false eyes closed forever to the
 light,
 Your false smile upon my aching
 sight;
 If might know that nevermore your # head,
 Cruelty fair, could lie upon the bed
 Of my torn heart; if beheld the
 night
 Free from your living thought-ah! if
 might,
 Then could my desolate soul be com
 forted.
 For this is worst of all the woes you .A gave My heart may not forgive. The tired
 years go
 And leave the great love weeping for a
 grave.
 Scorned and unburied, meath the
 open sky
 I could not love you less, to see you
 so.
 Loving you more, might forgive # and die.
 Only a woman or a genius who req # lized the operations of the feminine mind could have written "Eadem Sem E per-, which is really the companion # sonnet to the last one: # How shall hold you? By 8 scimital Of flashing wit suspended Der your
 head,
 Oh. my Beloved? Or with lips rose