Los Angeles herald., 1909-10-15


Up in the boughs of a tossing tree;
And went to the wind as a dead leaf
goes:
was one, but the Fates were three!
Here are Lais and Lesbia, too,
Ladies that once were the world to me.
Now they are less than the foam that few:
man is one, but the Fates are three!
From Golfers
Miss Alice MacGowan, author of
Judith of the Cumberlands" and 1.-The
Wiving of Lance Cleaverage," the lat
ter of which is now running serially in
Putnam's Magazine, gathered much of
her store of knowledge concerning the
remote mountain regions OF the south
through horseback trips. She is an ex-
pert horsewoman, exceedingly fond of
the saddle, and on one excursion rode
a thousand miles through the inacces-
sible portions of Tennessee and North
Carolina, where not only are railroads
unknown, but a wagon road is some-
thing of a rarity, and bride paths are
the rule Miss MacGowan IS at pres
ent sojourning in California, at Car
mel-by -the-Sea, a favorite resort for
artists and writer's. Here she has
taken up once more her interest in
horseback riding, since it is one of the
main diversions in the secluded spot
she has selected for her present home.
"Puddin'head Wilson" and "The Ad-
ventures Of Tom Sowyer," no doubt
from having followed so many small
boys to the country, have exhausted
their editions, and have had to be
newly put through the Harper press.
At the unveillng of the monument
erected by the people of Monroe, Mich,
aided by the state of Michigan, to Gen.
Custer, the equestrian hero whose re-
nown is second only to Sheridan's, at
Monroe in June, 1910, President Taft
has consented to give the memorial
speech and Will Carleton the poem'
1t is an interesting coincidence that
Paris, which Justus Miles Forman
chose for the setting of Jason" his
novel just published by the Harpers. is
also the place where the author wrote
his first story Ten years ago Mr.. For
man, lust out of Yale, went over to
Paris to live, and, as he thought, to
paint portraits. But one day the
fancy seized him to tell his story on
paper instead Of on canvas. That was
the beginning, for fiction claimed him
after that day. There is a passage in
Jason" which reflects the young au-
thor's feeling for the city that claimed
him at the close of college days In
passage descriptive of the fragrance of
rain-wet chestnut trees at evening and
the savory Whiffs of wood smoke along
the streets: 'It was the breath of
Paris" he writes, land it shall be in
your nostrils and mine a keen agony
Of sweetness so long as we may live
and so wide as we may Wander-be-
cause we have known it and loved it
and in the end we shall go back to
breathe it when we die"
'T have not the slightest feeling of
humility toward the public or to any
thing in existence" wrote Keats to j.
H. Reynolds, "but the Eternal Being,
the Principle Of Beauty and the Mem
orv of great Men" This magnificent
expression, great in itself. of a boyish
heart so hurt by the whiplash of the
reviewers, never obscured the fact that
Keats was sadly outraged by such at
tacks Humble he may not have been,
but hurt he was, and piteously; and
Shelley's letter to the editor of the
Quarterly Review, included by the
Dawsons in the second volume of
"Great English Letter Writer'S" just
published by the Harpers, is a royal
charge, not against the unfaVor of
critics, but against their unfairness.
Shelley's own superb Indifference to
them is clear, as is also his own pecu-
liar penetration as critic, but more
delightful than either is the diplomacy
shown in his final paragraph, in which
he bespeaks the editors inspection of
"another poem, Hyperion" Of which
he has desired his BOOKSELLER to send
him a copy" and with more of a law
yer's method than a poets, forces
favorable judgment for the review of
this poem. "In another place l speak
impartially," Shelley says, for the very
canons of taste TO which Keats has
conformed in his other compositions
are the very reverse of my own" 1t
will surprise many persons to learn
what the editors of the volume are
careful to note-that this letter of
Shelley's was never sent.
The permanently valuable series of
Nnlnmes known as "HarperS Library