The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1905-02-12
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for the inspection of his readers"
Reader, do you know OF Samuel Tay-
Tor Coleridge, who fiourishCd in the
first half of the nineteenth century in
England" He was a great poet, an
cOnversationaiist, pro-
found thinker, and So great and mani
told that the once celebrated Rev. Dr..
Thomas Arnold. of Rugby, said his
was the greatest mind in England since
John Milton. ON 9th November. 1893,
nc wrote his own Epitaph. / repro
ducc here:
stop Christian passer-by, stop. child
Of God,
And read with gentle breast, Beneath
this sod
A poet lies. Or that which once SEEM
ed he.
Q. lift one thought in prayer for
$. T. c.,
That he who many year with toll
Of breath
Pound death in life may here tnd life
in death.
Mercy for prayerS--to he forgiven FOR
fame
He asked, and hoped, through Christ,
Do thou the same"
Mr. Clement Shorter. q weN known
man Of letters in England, writes in
The London sphere" of Hall Game.
give few we'll directed sentences:
"All that q few voices crying in
the wilderness have to saN on the sub
ject is to regret that Mr.. Cairc should
take himself so seriously. There are
novels and novels; there are Just a
few artists exactly tho same way as
there arc painters and telegraph
manufacturers; among the artists in
fiction are Cervantes, Fielding. and
Balzac, and certain others who surely
no one in the world depreC iates in the
least or fails to place uponthc proper
pedestal"
A young English woman, in 1853,
published 4 novel called Charles
Auchcster. Memorial" Her name
was Elizabeth s. Sheppard. il was
wildly praised BY Disralli afterwards
Lord Beaconsfeld). and of 1t a con-
temporary critic wrote that 1t "is a
strange, Wild, affected. homogeneous.
mystical, art-novel- incomplete. incor.
rect. foolish, extravaganza: still. dis
playing q feeling without discretion,
power without learning, and q passion
for music rather than a knowledge of
it
The London Saturday Review" the
old Independent, original, able and
astounding literary weekly, has high
" laudatorv article on Lord Beacons-
field. ] make {. very readable extract
that will amu5e or 1t ;lay excite de-
rision. II says
"Disraeli was never popular with the
respectablc; Gladstone was the re-
spectacle mans hero. Disraeli could
get on with the aristocracv, who have
never counted as Briiishiy respectable,
though usually philistine on the bet
ter side, and they grew to Ike him;
L. 81 it,er g,Io. tlt,t
the solid sensible, stupid, correct, and
vulgar middle-class type did not APP
peal to him, and 10 them he was sus
pect nearly TO the eua; not quite"
An interesting find in 1880, was a
leaden tablet, found fifteen feet be-
low the former. level of, the Kings
Bath" at Bath in England. Up to
quite recently II has not been decipher-
ed. but Mr.. +. W. B. Nicholson,
Bodley's Librarian at the University Of
oxford. has accomplished The hitherto
impossible. The Sunday Globe says
OF il: 'u~
For over twenty years scholars
have been puzzled by this Inscription,
and even the language in which It was
written was in doubt. According to-
Mr.. Nicholson it was written some
where in the first half OF the fourth
century by Christian PreSbyter Or
ttpfScDpuS named NlhlSlUS 10 IL woman
named Nigr2. WHO was living at Bath,
the subject being an answer to her
on the ill~doing of her hus~
band. NinSius also refers to the visit
of an Ariin named BiliconUs. The let
ter was probably written on the same
leaden tablet as that TO which it was
an answer. the oligina. letter having
been erased: and the reason why lead
was used Instead Of wax was that in
Koran times there were lead mines
near Bath, so that the material would
be cheap and plentifui."
There is an English woman, Miss
Violet Hunt, who is forging ahead as
d writer. OF course. Of novels. Her
last novel is called Sooner or Later"
Mr.. w. l.. Alden, OF london. says lit is
undcpiably powerful" but "is not a
pleasant book TO read" That is rough
on Miss Violet. N"hy write a dis
a groeab!c book aud thus afflct her
Mr.. Alden has been punish
ed, and says Justly that books that
leave US with q Scnsc OF the dreariness
and hopoleSsness Of life need some
powerful excuse for their being