New-York tribune., 1906-12-12
Literary ,Nese's and Criticism.

'S"'eS' hint that he has been stirred bv
me depth and power of RaIzae.s ,,as,,,a.i .io,,
i'e makes much of the noveIist's adaIi,y - Iiea
"i'" TINS Is just. hut he misses the ertent n
"h'eh balzac lived in a world OF ideas and emo
tions '"e'' anu e''''-
WIN Baizac, as with every great creative
'''S' imagination is the element into which the
'ia 'el'al ot art is plunged there to suffer
: ''Ni" transformation. The fascination Of
- 'omedle Humane" is a fascination intehse-
y human it reaches us, as NJ. Brunetiere real
i-SS through the invisible channels Of synpa-
thY which make the whole world kin RI a.
''''cF would have existed for US this fascina
N""' II II had not been charged with the mvste-
mus puissant forces of Balzacs imaginative
S."luS' II he had not produced his works in a
lNi''u q dlvine passion 1t is the spark of sacred
Hte mat NJ Brunetiere fails to Law stress upon.
"iie we can well understand the hesitancy
q an academic critic to attenlpt to formulate
d" essentially inponderable thing we cannot
"eiP ieellhg that the omission I'm this case
amounts TO a serious defect. After ali no one
-, p'.'H halzacs Inspiration to be formulated
I" 'aI we do expect, in an analysis OF his work
- an eVefpreseat sense of that elusive ouaIitv
Hi'HSing and Illuminating the critics work. NJ
ID 'uheuere loyal and thorough as he is. ends by
vas not absolutely comprehensive. that he did
MOI know his Balzac well anotrb n ,,oI,a bis
portrait Of him final ma
III taking leave OF this book we must nota q
y" oI The rather odd sayings that are scattered
'Usn It, In NJ. Brunetere's opinion .'the
Duinas Is nothing but a Negro. one who
&C quie happy TO exploit white people. and
NHo laughed immoderately over IT." For hin,
= TaSSon in the Desert is only that very
- Luce snort story" OF "The Wild Ass's
SAII one Of the most brilliant things RaIzao
ever aid, he would rather saw notbin.,, rza
0ehS La Chartreuse de Parme' that MASTER
piece OF pretentious tedium." and he snaaIs NJ
der-iilee as the dry and pretentious author Of
o@Iilleh and Colombia George Eliot he
-9i-lIohs as perhaps the greatest English
"oVeList Of the nineteenth century"
rs -,
II the award Of one of the Nobel prizas 70
Giosu6 Carducci. the Italian noe+ serves - 20
awaken interest in his writings in this country.
IL might be worth while to bring out a new edi
Hoh OF the little volume which the Rev Frank
7e"aA devoted to him, and Dodd Mead e Co
pupiished. some fifteen years ago This contains
q series Of capital translations introduced bv
Two interesting essays on Carduccis relation n
lhe literature Of his time. We quote three Of
the best Of Dr. SewaITs versions.
THE OK
love thee. plous OK. a gentle feeling
r4o ~ yisonr and OF peace thou gv'st my heart
90 o. ,oiSIiIii IAe monument, thou art!
Into the yoke wi.h grave eontentInent knaaIigs
40 "r1r9 a QUICK WORK thou dost thy strength I'm
lie shouts and soads and answering INV smart
'"o1 turn ST on him thy patient eyes appealing
IRON IRON thy broad nostrils. black and wet arise
my Lreath s soft fumes: and the stiU air
I5ka u e. happy hymn thy lowings mellow strain
a. tg anea5 GPaye & sHeSineSs .,i Of Thy tranquil eyes
Al me divine green silence of the plain
+. PETRARCA
# far from turbId thoughts and gloomy mood
Some smiling day should sec my wish fulfilled
Where breathe the vaos with gentle brooks en-
The soft air of M Tuscan n4iehborhood,
mere. Where IS heard no more the garrulous brood
Would 20 thee my hearts pure altar buii5
In the green blackness Of the tangled wood.
There here with with the dying spendours of the sun.
On preezy nanks where whispering streams do ruI
r- +1s ~ sun H aWeeter sounds and odours fiingng
A nightingale from bouEh 10 bouSh were singing
N \ GOTHIC CHURCH
They rise eloft marching in awful file
The polished shafts immense of marble grey
And IN the sacred darkness seem 10 be
An army OF giants
WHO wage a war with the invisible.
Tie silent arcues scar and spring auart
In distant flight. then re-erbrace again
And droop on hisn.
50 in the dscord OF unhappy men.
From out their barbarous timult there 60 I'd
To Cod the sishs Of solitary souls
II Him united.
Or YOU 7 asI: no God. .,7 {s marble mari, shafts,
To hear dainty. Well Know fOotstep waken
The solemn echoes.
'Tis IIdia, and she turns. and slowly turning
Her tresses full OF light reveal themselves.
Behind the veil