The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-08-05

Since then The Chair has been pom
dering the problem suggested by Eliz-
abeth Robins Parkes' A Dark Lantern,
which gave rise to the comment and
question recorded above, and he has
come to the conclusion that the novelist
Is by no means entitled to so wide a
range as indicated and that when he ex-
tends his proper boundaries he must do
so with great delicacy. The author of "A
Dark Lantern" has both gone far afield
and failed to handle her material with
sufficient delicacy, tho she has shown ex-
ceptional power. Her story seems to be
IAN attempt at brief in defense of the
woman who commits the unforgivable
mistake. She makes her subject out In
reality case for, the pathologist. There
are many such, but why make. them
''herofnes" of novels? The author who
does SO lays upon himself the burden of
extreme caution lest he make his story
offensive, even repulsive. In this Mrs
Parkes has partially failed. Katherine
Dereham's portrayal is shocking, while
that Of Garth Vincent is monstrous'
While society's attitude toward such
it can be reformed or, materially bene-
fitted by such books as "A Dark Lam
tern" ~ ~ A}@ - &6j ~ : aS.s5..
The Macmillan lla1 company, New. York, $3.50.
JOHN BURROUGHS TALKS OF HIS
POEM AWAITING" t} In I" "A Day with
John Burroughs in 1.-THE August number
of The Craftsman. Mr.; Burroughs talks
Of waiting a poem that has beer
widely copied and been a source Of con-
ISOLATION to many. He says:
Do you know I wrote that poem when was
| a young man, in 1862. 1t was published in the
| Knickerbocker Magazine, which a short time
| before had died and been resuscitated. Its
editor was then an Englishman, fine fellow
Kinneha CORVALLIS. For years the song was
forgotten until Whittier revived it in his 'Songs
| Of Three Centuries Then it gained consider
able notice and people wrote to me about its
| them what they wanted. It was simply to me
| an expression, Of what believed, and still be
iieve; namely, that nothing comes by accident
power that keeps the balance of forces. 1,
can't be otherwise. It certainly is SO in the
| physical world-see the worlds whirlins in space
read Ruskin's Ethics Of the Dust''-and
am satisfied it Is the same in the mental anC
spiritual world Affinities are at work every
4 where and sooner or later my own will come
| to me-" It is a very modest expression OF
part Of my faith.
For those who may not have read the
poem or who may wish to read it again
we reproduce it here: HI.
| Serene, fold my hands and wait,
! Nor care for wind, tide, or sea;
! I rave more 'gainst time or fate,
| " For, 10, my own shall come to me.
| I stay my haste. make delays,
For what avais this eager pace?
| I stand amid the eternal ways, ... ~
| vi And what is mine shall know my face. ~
| Asleep, awake, by night or day,
/ The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
| Nor change the tide of destiny.
! What matter if stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
| My heart shall reap where it has sown,
| And garner I'D its fruit of tears.
| The waters know their own and draw
| The brook that springs in yonder height;
| So flows the good with equal law
| Unto the soul of pure delight
The stars come nightly to the sky,
The tidal wave unto the sea; .-
/ Nor time, nor space nor deep, nor HIGH
| Can keep my own away from me.