The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-04-30

or tWO earllers ana you nave only 10 cross their thresholds to feel, almost before you have smelt the incense, the difference between a church built to the pride and glory of God (not to mention the MedicD, and one built as sanctuary shielded by Gods presence from pride and glory and all other burdens of life. In San Lorenzo Up goes your head-every isolating ad- vantage you have of talent, power or rank asserts itself with thrilling poig- nancy. In the older churches you for get yourself, and are the equal of the beggar at the door, standing on ground made holy by that labor in which we have discovered the reality of prayer ,"
 Thus we learn what Brand of Church Mir. Shaw prefers.
 But already he has given us the great and worthful truth that the influence of cathedrals is moro revivifying than Is the effervescence of champagne. 
 Sandy. By Alice Hegon Rice. Buoy ant and breezy with the fine air of Kentucky. Mrs. Rice has given in Sandy a character more loveable than even her immortal Mrs. Wiggs. Sandy, the Stowaway on the great ocean liner is of the leavening lump that goes to leaven the mass of emigrants that time and tide cease not to whirl to our shores. He is of the sort of stuff that is warran ted to rise.
 Sandy is loveable from the first glimpse of him. in his own memory seated by his modest, merriest little mother" listening to old Irish songs and stories of fays and Little People," loveable in his growing pains, love able as happy bridegroom, wedding the aristocratic little Southerner in her old Colonial home.
 The story is an exaggeration of hap piness, but who in a weary world does not welcome an exaggeration of op- timism, of gladsomeness, of kindlines5?
 The plot Is as thin as spiders web.
 And as glistening in the sun.
 The characters are all delicious ex- aggerations.
 But here are real people all around us.
 Give us something better in book.
 The negro characters are irrelevant.
 But taeV are delightful.
 It Is esSs4 brimming over with cheer.
 Its pages are sparkling with vitality.
 Its interest and influence arc glow ing with goodness. It is refreshing as a draught of water from a crystal spring.
 Sandy is surely book that you will want to read and keep 1t for yourself and give 1t to your neighbor.
 Poems. By Elizabeth May Foster of Virginia. This is a pleasant collection of poems upon Southern heroes, South ern themes and upon certain incidents and moods interesting to the author and her circle of friends. It Is a book which will be treasured ever by the au- thor's intimates. for 1t contains poems upon certain times and places made dear by pleasing association.
 A~I t- .I.Il ll.,a l1 Nature" 'Humor," Devotional" Retrospective"
 We quote entire one of the most at- tractive poems in the little volume:
 Ghosts.
 Do you believe in ghosts?" you ask,
 And cuddle at my side. While I, with bated breath reply
 As you your visage hide: 'ol yes. my child, I've seen them oft,
 Those frightful shadowy things. Weird apparitions men call gnosts,
 Which fit on unseen wings. Pale, haunting ghosts from out the
 past
 Before me often rise The ghosts of cruel, hooking words
 Of line the sacrifice. The ghosts of griefs, I did not soothe. Of tears failed today, Of sympathy I did not feel, And woes that I passed by. The ghosts of kindly deeds unwrought, Of gracious words unsaid, Of passions that were unsubdued, Of hearts uncontrolled. These sleepless phantoms round me
 glide. When deep in reverie, Alone I sit in twilight gloom prey to memory. Would you such spectres ne'er behold | Let life. dear, child, be free From human weaknesses like those, And stead of ghosts, you'll see Your thoughts and words and deeds |
 come back In angel sympathy Other worthiest of note are: The | Spirits Pleading" Natures Gold" and | Success" Several of the poems are upon patriotic subjects. The South ern Trinity" written for the Confed- crate Veterans. Immortal in Mobile." | Gone Forward" Robert E. Aee," Washington"
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