New-York tribune., 1905-07-12

their advocacy by the proviso that there shall be
proper workmanship in its preparation and APP
plication. 1t is in the highest degree essential
that those officials who are charged with the
responsibility of authorizing new pavements
should understand why asphalt has failed so
often and what precautions are needed to avert
such mistakes. Clifford Richardson director of
the New York Testing Laboratory. has treated
the subject exhaustively in THE Modern Asphalt
Pavement" John Wiley & Sons). No engineer
or inspector who has famiarized himself with
the contents of this book has any excuse for
approving bad construction. The writer has
had seventeen years of experience in the in
dustry, and that experience has been acquired
in more than hundred American cities, 20 say
nothing of supplementary study in France. Eng
land and Scotland.
Among the young poets who have OF late come
into notice. Ethel Clifford (who became Mrs T.
w. Dixie only the other day. enjoys a we'll
earned prominence She has just brought out
new volume Loves Journey John Lane). and
in spite of the dedicatory verses in which the
author takes a rather desponding view of her
work, we are inclined to think that this colec-
tion is even, better than its predecessor Etnel
Clifford is not an inspired singer, but she has
fancy and art. and her delicately turned lines
leave uncommonly pleasant impression. She
herself would say that experience had 5r9ught
her strength. In the dedication aforesaid. ad-
dressed to her mother. she has these verses:
I did not know there were so many weeping
ON earth. the splendid place;
To whom the night brings neither dreams nor
But Sorrows face.
So though my own feet tread the way of glad
Where flowers you, planted grow. no..
My Iute-strings throb and answer to the sadness
That others know.
1t is Just possible that the author of Love s
Journey" takes the worlds sorrow a little too
seriously for her own poeticaI good. After all.
life has its joys, and Ethel Clifford with her
lightness and grace, is we'll qualified to sing
them. Perhaps by and by she Will not so
persistently sound her wistful melancholy note.
Meanwhile, there is denying the appeal OF
her clever verse, all of which is clever the
following: g. '...-
THE WOOD OF SILENCE
In the Wood of Silence everything goes wrong.
Very deep the shade is, and hushed the joyous
The heart sings on the highway and in the field
Who could. lift a song to sucn roof of leaves?
In the upland valley the lovers danced and sang;
Down beside the river still their laughter rang
And knew the Wood of Silence where the shadows
wait j'.-.''
Each. quick -glancing sideways, found the other
strange ..-t.-
They forgot the wind there and the sun above:
In the Wood OF Silence comes the end OF love.
I Out upon the roadway with the Wood behind
Still they felt its magic hold their spirits blind
Though they, strove with laughter to mask each
hidden thought,
Nothing could unravel the spell the shadows
wrought -..a.-..- ,-. .tg.....
K6t 2the dying sunseF Ifiar tie falling Ight..s
AS the hill they MOULDED, brought SO deep night
Darkness all about 8kem, darkness in the heart,
Hand in hand they journeyed. all a world apart.
Nevermore together to stand they had stood,
| Watching for the dryadS in the Enchanted Wood
| Or to tread the winding road and hear the lark
I above:
In the Wood of Silence came the end of love.