The Washington herald., 1907-05-12

law against society as they're called
Send me a burglar"
About six months later Mr. Whidock
got this letter
Dear Brand: That burglar you sent me did not
understand fancy, that his visit was 10 BE- purely
social. He climbed the porch while We FED oar
faces and carried of the family jewels and most Of
Alrs. Nichoson's rament Next time you see him.
tel him ven forgive essrgthing il he give rs back
Mrs Nchols0n's watch and cur faith in humanity.
Happy New Year. Yours always, NJ n
An interesting study is the handwriting
Of authors, as IL indicates TO greater or
less degree their personal temperaments.
LongfeHow wrote a bold, open back
hand. which was the delight OF printers,
says the Scientific American. Joaquin
Miller writes such bad hand that he
often becomes puzzled over his own work
and the printer sings the praises of the
inventor OF the typewriter. Charlotte
Brontes writing seemed to have been
traced with a cambrie needle, and Thack-
eray's writing, while marveiously neat
and precise. was so small that the best OF
eyes were needed TO read it. Likewise
the writing of Capt MarTyat was so mi-
cr0scopie that when he was interrupted In
his laboFs he was obliged 10 mark the
place where he left of by sticking a pin
in the paper. Napoleon's was worse than
illegible and il is said that his letters
from Germany 10 the Empress Josephine
were al first thought 10 be rough maps Of
the seat of war.
Carlyle wrote a patient. grabbed, and
oddly emphasized hand. The penmanship
OF Bryant was aggressive. well formed.
and decidedly pleasing to the eye; while
the chirography of Scott, Hunt. Moore,
and Gray was smooth and easy 20 read,
but did not express distinct individuality.
Byrons handwriting was nothing more
than a scraWL His additions 10 his proofs
frequently exceeded In volume the Origi-
nal COPY, and in one of his poems, which
contained In the original only four hun
dred lines. one thousand were added In the
proofs. The writing Of Dickens was mi
mute and he had a habit Of writing with
blue ink on blue paper Frequent erasures
aad interlineations made his copy bur
den TO his publishers.
Mcclure. Phillips * Co. Will publish
this spring a new work on William Blake.
''The Real Blake" by Edwin J. Ellis.
who with ". B. Yeats. edited the first
fun edition OF the poems. 1t is an elab-
crate biography and contains many illus
uatiOns. Mr.. Ellis pays his compliments
to his predecessors in the study Of Blake,
not emitting John Sampson, the recent
editor.
The alumni Of the College Of the City OF
New York will publish some time in June,
through @. P. Putnam's Sons, a memorial
history Of the institution. There viii De
| contributions by such graduates as
Everett P. Wheeler Russell Stursis
a Tr-
I Robert Able, and Julius NJ. Mayer. Presi-
/ dent Finley and Edward NJ. Shepard write
4 Of the present state of the college and of
/ its future. The general editors are Philip
/ Mosenthal and Prof Charles T. Horne.
! Among novels Of timely interest on aC-
| count Of the ter-centennial of the settle
| ment of jamestown is Maud Wilder
/ Goodwin's THE Head Of a Hundred
| which gives a charming picture OF thC
colony of Virginia in the early seven
! teenth century. The publishers. Little
/ Brown & Co, Boston. have just ISSUED
/ a new popular price edition Of THE Head
/ of a Hundred" The heroic Betty Rom.
ney comes 10 the shores of Virginia FIJI
the first shipload of wives 10 escape q
titled marriage with a man she hates
/ selected for her husband by her father
1t IS a stirring Colonial romance.
/ George Sylvester Viereck the poet. 4.
only twenty-three years old, and looks
/ much younger. Last summer a vcnerahl,
poet of world repute. attracted by sew
/ eraI poems he had seen in the magazines
/ sent Mr. Viereck. through his publishers
an invitation 10 visit him at his country
home The young poet sent in his care
and awaited him on the porch.
After a time the older man came out
looked all over the porch and glanced
down the road Then he approached th'
young man, and said:
boy, where's Mr.. Viereck?"
Miss Florence Wilkinson, author o
THE Silent Door and the Far Country,
was recently asked by a friend why,
she loved poetry so well, she ever wrot,
prose. Her answer 10 this was that ont
friend does not suffice for all Prose il
all a JOY, and, although It never bring
the same pure delight of the poetic in
spiraUon, yet ii comes TO one as d neces
sity, not as a choice. II is not first tn
thought, and then the selection Of form
the term is born simultaneously with tn
expression.
Mr.. AIosher's BIbelOt for May contains
welcome selection Of Thomas Hood
serious and pathetic lyrics-a little bocl
of pure gold. It is a particular pleasur
to find Prof R. Y. TyrreTs felicitou
version of "The Bridge Of Signs" printe,
by the side of the English. AS the Latil
lines are not very familiar. we may quot
an example Of them here:
A. misere SORTS
p0ndeGe fcsssi
a! temere mcrtis
Ylam inFTessa!
tote facile
onus tam beIlum.
ouus tan racile
tamque tensilum
ranni graFatum
cadaver sdstTingmt,
Eestes elatum
cen funebres cmguut.
undam stiantes
heu illaetabiiem:
statist-smautes
feTte amablgm,
The translations from Petrarch, mad
by Miss Agnes Tobin, have already at
tracted critical attention. She has pre-
. viously published two books and now ha
a third "On the Death Of Madonn
Laura" published by Heinnemann. o
London. Here is one of the sonnets fror
the new book, which gives a taste of tn
perfection of workmanship and the hig
quality of the verse:
} All. me. that face, the dreamy look the way
She had Of carrying her little head
/ And Oh her voice, the mortal things IL said
That hound me now and have me for their prey!
And OH her laughter, Ike a shower IN May,
Let me not think on that; would that the bed
Where il Is quenehed held me-would ! were dead
The world grows dark, my duh feet go astray.
. you the half Of every breath l draw
For Was y0urs-y0u hear that phrase? The word
1 Like a gIeat wheel turn on my breast and erinC
! Aud that Iasl time I'D Cod the wound Is raml