The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-03-15

MAETERLlNck's VIEW OF "KINe
LEAR."-Some interesting comments on
Shakspere's art made by Maurice Maeter-
linck, apropos Of the recent production of
king Lear in Paris, are contained in
the current Harper's Weekly. ut is safe
to declare,' writes Maeterlinck, latter
surveying the literatures of every period
and of every country, that the tragedy of
the old king constitutes the mightiest, the
vastest, the most stirring, the most in
tense dramatic poem that has ever been
written Were we to be asked from the
height Of another planet which is the
synthetic play representative and archie
typal OF the human stage, the play in
which the ideal of the Hottest scenic poet
ry is most fully realized, it seems to me
certain, that after due deliberation, all the
poets of our earth-the best judges in
this exigency-would with one voice name
King Lear
of beside the Bonnie Brier Bush," has resigned
the pastorship of the Seton Park Presbyterian
church in Liverpool In his farewell address DR..
Watson says he is worn out and cannot 20 on.
He never has been strong, he says. and had to
do his work with hindrances from bodily weari-
ness, and now his strength is nearly exhausted.
WHAT OSCAR WILDE's PAST AND
HIS TWO YEARS I'm PRISON TAUGHT
HIM.-During the last months Of Oscar
W1lde's two years in Reading prison for
uncomfortable crimes, he wrote a book
Which came from the deeps Of his nature,
hence justly bearing the title de Pro-
fundis' &C. P. Putnam's Sons). We have
not seen the book, but liberal extracts
from it printed in The Literary Digest
show it to be a book of extraordinary char
acter, book of confessions, indeed but
of confessions of a kind to give no satis-
faction to the sensaticn-seeker.- He
speaks thus of his conduct previous to his
imprisonment:
The gods, had given me almost everything
~ Tired of being on the heights 1 de-
liberately went to the depths in the search for
new sensation, What the paradox was to me
in the sphere of thought perversity became to
me in the sphere of passion. Desire, at the end,
less of the lives of Others 1 took pleasure where
1T pleased me and passed on. 1 forgot that every
little action OF the common day makes or I'M
makes character, and that therefore what one
has done in the secret chamber one has some day
to cry aloud from the housetOp.
A lesson there learned too late to save
him from bitter Imprisonment and an i'm
prisonment Of bitterness which would
have lasted thru life no matter how long
he had lived. But he gets still deeper in
this: ..-.57
Truth in art is the unity of a thing with it.
self; the outward rendered expressive Of the in
ward; the soul made incarnate; the body instinct
with spirit For this reason there is no truth
comparable to sorrow. There are times when
sorrow seems to me to be the only truth. Other
things may be the illusions Of the eye the
appetite made to blind the one and cloy the
other, but out of sorrow have the worlds been
built. and at the birth of child star there
is pain
HARRIS DICKSON MADE A JUDGE
Harris Dickson. the author of 1.-THE Raw
anels'-a novel Of mystery and love in
the. south today, which J. B. Lippincott
will publish immediately-ha just been
elevated to the bench of his city. Vicks-
burg, Miss. Mr.. Dickson has been widely