Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1910-01-01

the French school life of British or
"bilfngual boy.
Persons who have been privileged to
meet the novelist Thomas Hardy per-
sonally have ever made a point of his
quiet and retiring manner, his unas-
suming modesty. This agreeable i'm
preston Is confirmed by Lady St. Heller
in her just-publIshed volume of Mem
orles," those graceful impressions of a
privileged life with which readers in
this country have become familiar
through a sequence of articles in Harp
ers Magazine. During his flying visits
to London he (Mr. Hardy used to stay
at our house. writes Lady st. Heller.
land I look back now on those delight
full evenings when he and my husband
and | sat around the fire listening to
the stories, theories. and ideals out of
which all his novels had developed.
think he is the most modest person
ever came across, and he hated the
publicity which necessarily surrounded
him and shrank from it as much as the
most timid woman. His visits
to me become few and far between, for
he loves the world less than ever he
did. and remains in the country in his
own home.
Maurice Hewlett. whose latest story,
"The Ruinous Face" was recently pub
lished over here by the HarperS. has
been quoted as saying that it should
be much more to the public to know a
man through his work, rather than to
desire to have personal knowledge of
his. But wouldn't you have liked to
meet Shakespeare. OF Milton, or Chau-
GER or Byron?" Mr.. Hewlett was
asked by one who disagreed with him.
Il don't believe" he answered. hesitat-
ing. that l would have cared so much
to know Shakespeare. for this reason:
| think his work was greater than he
was but I would have loved to know
Dante. There's a man for you. so much
greater. | imagine. than his work tre-
mendous as was that. ! doubt il there
was any Homer, and Socrates does not
allure me to the point of desiring a
personal Interview; but George Herbert
he must have been a very sweet and
llkable character. and Sir Philip Sidney.
l think I should like to have known
him best of all-yes, Sir Philip Sidney.
There was the man, the gentleman,
leigh I am not so keen about him,
but old Doctor Johnson, yes!"
There are only "a hours to the day
to the day and the night, And how
few are left to that quiet time between
the light and the dark Ours is a hur-
ried twilight We quit work to sleep;
we wake up to work again. We meas
ure the day by a clock; we measure
the night by an alarm clock. Life Is
all licked off We are murdered by
the second. What we need Is a day
and n night with wider margins-a
dawn that comes more slowly, and Il
longer lingering twilight. Life has too
little selyage; it is too often raw and
raveled Room and quiet and verge
are what we want, not more dials for
time. nor more figures for the dlals.
We have things enough, too. more than
enough; it is space for things per-
spective, and the right measure for the
things that we lack-a measure not ono
foot short of the distance between us
and the stars.
If we get anything out of the fields
worth while. II will be this measure.
this largeness, and quiet 1t may be
only an owl or a treetoad that we go
forth to see, but how much more we
find in things we cannot hear by day.
things long, long forgotten. things we
never thought or dreamed before.
The day Is none too short, the night
none too long. but all too narrow Is the
hedge between.-Dallas Lore Shorp. In
The Atlantic.