The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-08-13

small Maryland town the hero is to ind awaiting him and his own by foreclosed mortgage, a fine old colonial mansion, furnished from garret to cellar (watch the cellar for later developments). There are Heppelwhite chairs, silver, cut glass, china, fresh broiled chicken, black cook and faithful 'old Nose" all right at hand. No Swiss Family Robson ever came out of a wreck to such marvelously we'll ar- ranged quarters. The hero wisely de- termines to live up to these ancestors ac- quired by foreclosed mortgage, and he could not have done better, for he had fallen into a place where he found ''an aristocraey of birth. not of dollars. He misses the personal isolation which one can have in big town" and the ability to get everything you want instantly :; but he finds compensations in friendship and adventures, despite the fact that nothing has happened on the east shore since ITO Together with the mortgage inherited the hero finds that there also comes to him fortune in pirates hidden gold and jewels. Search for this make the story. Added to this is attempted robbery. Kidnapping of fair ladies. double rewards of twice the "trifiing sum" of two hundred thousand dollars paid for the return of fair ladies. In this day of
 
 to handle lightly large sums that make pleasant reading.
 The fact that the body of Paul Jones, brought from France by special embassy and warships, was lodged Ion trestles under stairway in midshipmans dor mitory'' comes in for rebuke.
 A sprightly book.
 Songs of Cy Warman (Rand Avery
 Company, Boston,, s1.
 A neat little volume. bolstered I'D by letters from T. Roosevelt, c. A. Dana, Eugene Field. It remains a question whether such introductions do not rather prejudice against than for book All the world is wise enough now to choose it's own reading matter, and almost wise enough to make it's own opinion as to it's worth.
 tune on we'll nigh every string of emo- ton. there are creditable that is the right adjective) love songs:
 Queen of my heart, when the dark comes
 down.
 When the lingering light in the red,
 warm west
 Glows faintly and fades over tower and
 town,
 A new light burns in my happy breast. I know it is morning wherever thou art,
 Queen of my heart.
 There are verses celebrating the sweet ness and brightness of the little oHes and fair lullabies:
 Lightly the ripples play over the rill
 Hush- a-by, little one, sleep; Sin ginp the wild rose to Sleep on fhe hill
 Hush-a-by, little one. sleep. Softly the katydid sings in the vines, Up from the lowlands the murmuring
 winds Steal through the stiffness to play with
 the pines
 Hush-a-by, little one, sleep.
 There are tributes" many and usual wonder when poets are making rhymei tributes to ordinary people if they re- member how few of these tributes ever live to see tomorrow, and how few de serve to live even an hour. There are sev- eral verses accentuating the authors dis like of period between his first name and last And. by the way, how excel lently we'll these poems are punctuated.
 There are various poems upon Cities ] Have Seen'' These verses celebrate without partiality, Jerusalem. San Fran cisco, Cheyenne and Cairo Cripple Creek and >Creede, and Jaffa Ion the Syrian sand Perhaps the verse on Denver is good example of these: Denver, sunny Denver,
 know the skies are clear. know the winds blow gently,
 Although the leaves be scar; know the sunlight fingers
 On mountain. hill and plain Round Denver. dear old Denver .':
 I'm going back again. - ~.