The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-11-13

cerued) with ''Pinafore" in 70, though
THE Palace Of Truth" had braved the
footlights in 20. Turn to Who's Who,
and look up Gilbert and you'll find
thirty titles In all set down to his facile
pen twas there ever IL real mate to Bah
Ballads?D, but this will tell only d part
OF the pleasant story which we all OF us
seem to hear at the mere mention OF the
| name Of this genial soul. whose years
aro now beginning 90 throw long
shadows eastward,
Is Boy at Heart.
The man who wrote Darius Green"
with its conclusion that flying is far
less OF trick than knowing how TO
light-more pointed today than ever be-
fore through all the agesi-is essentially
modern, and John Townsend Trowbridge,
at eighty three, Is (properly) yet e. boy
at heart. Meet him as he wnlks the
quiet roads near his Arlington. Mass,
home, and you'll know this beyond a
perndventure as you look into the clear,
the simple. hearty manner. The New
York state farmers boy, the country
school teacher, the journalist whose
recollectlons date back to the famous
days when 1.-THE Atlantic Monthly" was
not even youngster. this man has half
hundred books to show for the fifty
seven years Of authorship which began
with Father Brighthopes" in 80
'Nagaoonds" is an Item not to be for
gotten IN American poetry. and many
!nressenIt-day fellow who holds himself
that the creator OF Fast Friends" and
"Cudjo's Cave" and "Neighbor Jack
wood Is still so very much alive rs to
refuse to recognize that there Is such
phrase as ''the evening OF llfe,"
Gerald Massey, Poet.
Gerald Massey. poet and lover OF men.
IS little known on this side OF the ocean.
Born I'm ireland in '2S, spending the best
OF the long years since in the service Of
liberty and charity with true verse as
the mouthDiece Of his endeavors. living
today In retirement down in Surrey, he
Is anything but In tho eye of tho busy
world. When the inner history Of the
times comes TO be written, however. the
discriminating annaIst must recognize
the quiet but real influence which has
been eXerted on English phllanthroplc
thought and advance by this semi her
mit, who says he lives only TO serve his
fellow meno Such an one must be aC
counted largely happy.
Leo Tolstoi would repeat Mr., Massey's
words Sharing the Irish poets birth
world figure is this Russian count, who
lives like a peasant; this socialist. inor-
dinately fond OF French perfumes. yet
going hatiess and barefoot through the
stanter if the wiser head OF his wife did
not prevent. Fighting with every breath
against the wrongs endured by his coun-
Of the world like some twentieth CEN
tury 1saiall-or is he a jeremiah? Sin
cerc beyond all question, he yet Is full
as bigoted as those he attacks; grand
old man" Indeed, but ono Of tho. odd
est living.
There arc two TostoIs. One. the great
literary artist. Of War and Peace and
Anna karenina," is dead. The other,
born of this man during n religious cri-
;7os, is The author Of my MY GonfessIon.S e fa 5n
tired Platonist, writing endless
pamphlets; which food the world
forty six languages. This man yet lives
and he is wonderful man. whether
artist or prophet, right or wrong. Who
shall blame him IF he permits no ne VS.
only teachers worth hearkenipg to, since
Jesus OF Nazareth lived and taught. aro
Aurelius and Rousseau, Emerson and
RuSkin2
Dean Of World Painters.
When Holman Hunt. dean Of the
worlds painters, laid by his brush for
ever the other day. he was everywhere
Raphnelitcs-" This was a mistake. There
stu lives and writes In great: gray Lon
don one who was most intimately asso-
cated with the very first beginnings of
decd. OF The guiding spirit In the whole
Observation-Disclosures Michael Rossetti. 81
last August. Tho current issue OF one
OF the British reviews carries his recol-
ectIons of Hunt An art critic since 1850.
u translator OF Dante, editor of many
editions of the poets, biosrapher Of some
OF those famous friends OF his, among
whom were the Brownings and Tennyson
Ruskln and William Morris. Ford MADDOX
Brown and Millais he Is today a govern
uent Densioncr, as is the poet Dobson:
and like Dobson and Edmund Gossn and
Hewitt and w. w. Jacobs, he has spent