The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-03-11
Conducted By martI)a ! Young

This meager outline gives no idea of the perfection of the style, the pure fervency of youths wooing. the Rlow of patriotism, the warmth and breadth of humanity in the pages. Thus is the wooing of two seen with the wise old eyes of Pan Grolteus: T saw more than once how they held each others hands longer than was needed; how they followed each other with their eyes. I saw him once in a tres dropping cherries down into her apron, and how they so looked at each other that the cherries fell to the ground past one rim of the apron. 1 saw her when looking at flying storlxs lean on him, and then--women are al- ways subtle--scoId him for coming too near her. Nothing? Of course. noth- 1 irgl But that she felt the will of God toward himsas much. or more, than he toward her, only blind man could help seeing"
 Natures beauties no less than the beauties of young loves wooing are spread on the pages. The damp ridges of fields gleamed like belts of gold in the sun-rays. At times a strong wind rose, but is filled with gladsome warmth as if 1t came from , out the suns body directly, and flying over the fields disturbed the waters. throwing down with its movement lSthousands of pearls from the slender dark twigs of the tree branches Young lovers united and natures new summer are inspiration for this hSienkiewicz: "Forgotten thee? Thou didst follow me as his shadow a man I undefstood that only when I could l tear thee from my heart, when I had torn the heart itself from my bosom thoI. the only one in the world--thou. beloved"
 .'Yatsek," said she at last, ''why have we so tormented each others"
 God has rewarded us a hundred fold" he said in answer. And for the third time there was silence between 1 them Beyond the forest they came out into great fields bathed in sum- | light: on these fields wheat was rust ling, dotted richly with red peoples and blue star missiles. There was great calm in that region. Above fields on which the grain had been reaped, here and there sky 1aTks were soaring, lost in song, notion sickles gIittered in the distance; from the remote green pastures came the cries and songs of men herding cat- tie. And to both 1t seemed that the wheat was rustling because of them; that the peoples and star thistles were blooming because of them; that all the sunny peace -Jof those fields and all
 
 their ecstacy and happiness.
 Senkiewicz takes his readers for but glimpse at the Court of Sobieski at Craeow. to the wedding tune of AnnuI- ka and Yatsek.
 The always absorbing and enchanting story closes with the review of the whole army twenty and some thous- and men against< countless hosts of OsmanH," before the Queen, the court and multitude of lay and church dig nataries
 "The royal carriage halted on & plain not too high. a little co the right of the road by which the regiments were to pass while advancing--therein sat the Queen wearing plumes, faces and velvets glittering with jewels. She was beautiful and imposing, with the full majesty in her face of a woman who possesses all in life that the most dar- ing designs can imagine, for she had a crown, and the unspeakable love of the most glorious of contemporary mo Iarchs Look at the victor, look at your father the King" she little birds fill a nest, filled the car riage-"when he returns the world will kneel to him in thanksgiving".
 The Children of the Night. By Ed win Robinson. A remarkable volume purporting to be Book of Poems" The spirit of poesy does not show it. self in the lines. The sonnets, octaves. quartrains and the rest seem rather to hold statements of facts, and state ments that arc hardly worth preserv- ing in prose, far less worth the pains of setting to rhyme. and meter.
 There are some statements about 'Poems by Matthew Arnold" others about "zola,' about "Verlaine," about George Crabbe."
 About some others who may be creatures of tffe poets imagination, or if they have a local habitation it must be a distinctly local one; these are "John Breakdown Richard Cory,"- the description of Richard Cory is so remarkable a one for verse, not to say poetry, that we must quote:
 Whenever Richard Cory went down
 town,
 We people on the pavement looked at
 him He was gentlemen from soul to
 crown,
 Clean faced and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arranged, And he was always human when he
 talked.
 But still he fluttered pulses when he
 said.
 Good morning" and lie glittered when
 he walked"
 Most remarkable.
 To continue the list of people in the poet directory, there are son nets on Aaron Stark" Cliff Klingen- hagen Charles Caville's Eyes" Fleming Helphenstine," (perhaps the local habitation Is 6 German settle menD Reuben Bright"
 These are about the most remark able sonnets that were ever read How remarkable it Is impossible to de- scibe. Therefore we quote "Richard Bright" entire to let the poet speak for himself:
 Because he was q butcher and thusly Did he earn an honest living (and did | rlght)
 I would not have you think that Reu-
 ben Bright
 Was any more a brute than you and L For whom they told him that his wife must die,
 He stared at them, and shook with grief and fright,
 And cried like great baby half that night.
 And made the women cry to see him cry.
 And after she was dead, and he had The singers aud the sexton ard the He packed a lot of things that she hae | made
 Most mournfully away in an old chest | .-------a--------.----------