The Washington herald., 1908-01-26

challenge 10 the Beconians 20 produce ten
parallelisms between the writings OF
Shakespeare and Of Bacon that cannot be
accounted for by accident or the idiom OF
the time. New ShakeSpeareana,' through
whose columns tae challenge was sent
suggests edit0rialIv that such learned Ba-
conians as Hon. Edwin Reed. DR.. Isaac
Hull Plat. and Basil Brown marshal
themselves into a committee 20 ar
ray for Dr. Anders the ten paralielisms
he requires,
"The Letters Of the Wordsworth Fam
ny from l7S7 to 1885, collected and edited
by William knight. are published by CHM
& Co. in three volumes. Most Of the cor
.respondence is from the poet and his sis
ter Dorothy.
Maxim Cork tie great Russian novel
lst and dramatist is now living in a little
village OF italy, in the probably vain
hope of curing himself Of consumption.
Overwork and oversrained nervous con-
dftiou eliminated in the disease The
shock which He received from his recep-
tion iu America. coming here as he did
with the highest hopes of forwarding the
frAN4NAtt.tCA la.fff f-lt-.tlA Ait ANttf-r ----t-
have had something 90 do with the break
down. lie returned to Europe broken In
body and spirit Despite his sickness,
Cork stiU interests himself actively in
the cause of liberty IN Russia. and writes
whenever his strength permits. A short
allegoricaI sketch. AT Lies Tribunal
summing up much OF GoTkis philosophy
VIII appear I'm the February number of
Transatlantic Tales. Ia it he personihes
life as a huge. Uncouth" woman, with
weary eyes and "benumbed' voice. A
story is told Of Cork and Chialiapine. the
great Russian bassO of the Manhattan
Opera. which illustrates the whimsical
turns of chance. The two were friends
as young men. and went one day together
to the same theater 10 apply for a posi-
tion in the chorus. II was Cork, strange
ly enough, not Chialiapine. who was
taken into the chorus. Chialiapiue was at
that time a cobblers apprentice across
the street from the bakery where Cork
worked and which he has imm0rtalized IN
his group Of stories Twenty Six and
One
This month Charles seribner's Sons
bring out the final volume Of their edition
Of Ibsen. translated by William Archer.
They publish also the following: Life of
Henrik Ibsen." by Edmund Gosse; "The
Religion and Worship Of the Synagogue"
by W. o. r. Oesteriey: "Rembrandts
Etchings." by A. y. Hind; "DiabOlo, a
guide to the new game by David p.
Ward, and The Manchester and Glasgow
Road by Charles c. Harper.
Further volumes Of the Worlds Clas-
sizes. published by Henry Provide. contain
Carlyle's Life Of John Sterling" Anne
Bronte's Agnes Grey" lie Sage's "Gl
Bias" translated by Smollett. ''The
Poems OF Coleridge' and TTollope's
Three Clerks" Several of these have
excellent inroductions. To the CoIeridge,
for instance. 4. T. Quiller-COuch contrib
utes q brief life Of the poet and study Of
his work We observe that the editor.
who writes of Coleridge with even more
than the usual enthusiasm. has the cOur-
age TO say that there are some to whom
'Christabel rings false, painfully false,
here and there, in spite of its witchery."
The late George Henry Miles. a second
volume Of whose poems, Christine and
Other Poems" is issued by Longmans.
Green & Co, sought in the title-poem, as
Frederick b. Miles tells US in a preface,
''to give an example of that reversion
from the modern 70 the medieval spirit,
which. in England and Germany. where
it first flourished, is called the romantic
school" Here is its prelude.
There Is on angel whom ] see in dreams,
The heavens break open and be takes his stand
i'ls0n a cliff Of shining sdamant
Far in the fIUthest west. There birdlike poised,
With wings of snow vide arched and radiant head
For fight thrown forward, to his lils he lifts
A shining tgumpet sold. and like 20 those
Seen by Angelica IN blessed vision;
Then slowly with mm0yiTg pni0n scars
Straight fer the zenith, Not a star IS shining
Nor sun. nor moon. nor round his tranquil brow
The halo. nor the fre-traiI at his feet.
The fTmamcnt is lighted from his cyesi
And all is still ia ocean, air. and earth,
Save the far music which that trumpet makes.
There is a word in that far music cOuched,
Half lost and hidden in its melody:
Beauty or Duty. wlich OF both Ia one?
For half the puzzled echoes answer Beauty
While half are stiI replying Duty. Duty.
But once the zenith reached the SersRh swings
One shining hand al0ft IN central heaven
And stamps in ire with letters interiaced
In lustTOuS coils inscIaTahly bent,
Two mystic words And he writes, and ere
The deep sky hides hiu IN her heart, the last
Low echoes Of that golden clarion sigh
Beauty and Duty. one eteTnaly.
Iadye. 10 thee the minstTel's song is sung.
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