The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-09-14

StASAAO COulLt4 ny HIS ldllOuS WOIh Ol cleaning out the slums of New York city, and then exploiting his exploits by press and platform, Mrs. Jewett is doing by, placing in the school room this graphic picture of civic disease and health"
 Aldrich and Fosters Elementary French published by Ginn G Co. has been adopted for exclusive use in the i University of Chicago.
 THE PURE GOLD OF NINE i TEENTH CENTURY LITERATURE" by William Lyon Phelps, professor of 1 English in Yale university, published by Thomas V Crowell & Co., New York, 1 40 pages, cloth. 75 cents, net. Limp leather, $1.50 net. Postage, eight cents extra at all leading book stores.
 Professor Phelps, of Yale University, here presents a valuable little summary of the vital forces in nineteenth cen- tury literature-the authors who seem destined to live. He has confined his attention entirely to British produc- ton, thus avoiding any possible jeal- ousies and devotes only page or two to each author whom nc deems repre- sentative. At the outset he says:
 There is only one perloA # English literature that can compare in creative activity with the nineteenth century, and that is the Eliza5ethan. But that I age found its chief expressionA in the drama; while the age of Victoria bewilders the critic fully as much by the splendid variety of its literary pro- duction as by it's extraordinary excel lence. Poetry, fiction, and criticism-in these three great departments the last century reveals masters"
 Among those enumerated we find Keats, Wordsworth, Browning, Byron, Shelley and Tennyson. The important prose writers include Stevenson, Dick ens Thackeray, Austen, Eliot, and oth- CTS. The volume Is rich in suggestion
 LOVE IS THE SUM OF TT ALL" a plantation romance, by George Cary Eggleston, Illustrated by Herman Hey CT. Published by Lothrop, Lee & Shep- ard Co.,, Boston; $1.50.
 In this plantation romance" MT. Eggleston has resumed the manner and method that made his Dorothy South" one of the most famous books of its tine
 The new story, Love Is the Sum of It All" is first and last and all the time q romance of love and high pur- pose There are two--even three-ten- der love stories embodied in it. There are two unusually interesting heroines, utterly unlike each other, but each possessed of 8 peculiar fascination which wins and holds the readers sympathy.
 The scene of the story is in Virginia, and It's time Is the period that has fol- lowed the era of reconstruction. Inci- dentally the subjects of negro educa- ton and the outlook for the advance ment of the negro race are interesting ly onsidered-without undue optimism on the one hand or unjust pessimism on the other, but with an earnest, so- licltous kindness, which seeks to point out the rocks ahead" with altogether helpful intent.
 A pleasing vein of gentle humor runs through the work, but the sum of it alp is the intensely sympathetic love story
 FAMILIAR FACES" by Harry Ora. ham, published by Duffield & Go.
 Col D. Streamer, the rhymester, of "Heartless Homes and "Misrepresent- atlve Men," discloses his real name as Harry Graham" on the title page of his fifth little book of verses "Famil- far Faces" published by Dunield & Co.,, New York. A sample of his work is the following portion of poem, "The Barltone":
 Win no one tell me why he sings
 Such doleful melancholy lays
 or withered summers ruined springs,
 Of happier bygone days,
 And kindred topics, more or less
 Designed to harass or depress?
 That ballad in his bloated hand
 Is of the old familiar blend:- ! A faded howr, maiden, and
 A brave kiss" at the end! | (The kind of kiss that, for bet,
 A man might give Suffragette.) THE BARIToNE's BouDoIR BALLAD Eyes that looked irto mine. With longing that seemed to say | Is 1t too late. Dear Heart. to wait
 For the dawn of a brighter day?
 Is 1t too late to laugh at fate? See how the teardrops startl } Can we not weather the tempest to Dear Heart. Dear Heart?
 At times some drinkink song inspires
 Our hero to a vocal burst.
 Until his audience, too, acquires The most prodigious thirst. } And nobody would ever think s That milk was his peculiar drinkl What spacious days his song recalls, When each monastlc brotherhood : Could brew, within it's private walls, ! A vintage Just as good As that which restaurants purvey As rare old Tawny Port to-day!
 THE BARIToNE's DRINKING SONG !. The Abbot he sits, as his rank befts, f With bottle at either knee, And he smacks his lips as he slowly sip At his beaker of Malvoisie, , Sing Hol Ho' IIoI Let the red wine fowl
 Let the sack flow fast and free! : His heart 1t grows merry on negus an sherry,
 And never care has hel
 Hol,Hoj
 (Ora pro nobisO l Sing I1o! for the Malvoisie! 
 e Last week when Dr. William A j. Croffut of Washington, D. C., former l ly a New Haven newspaper edltol \ visited town to renew old friendships l the tone of the news items announcin {. his arrival showed beyond a dout
 that he has created a place for him 2 self in the literary world. While Dl l lCrnffnt,s life work has henn raffinr II