The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1913-07-20

handspring of his work"
All the same, Mr.. Huneker has it.
Glory be.
"Thc Open Window"
BY Il. Temple Thurston. n Ann,oto,
Company. $l.35 net.
sweet country sounds" tive so
nirdS the subdued lyric note of oniet
r-ne iish countryside, all heard by
tGHtie Ola clergyman through the oper
"'"uoW OF his vicarage ana by him set
u ,, IN quaint diary. form the idvllic
"eNe ,ound Tor l.. Temple Thurston's
latest book, The Open window,
Ihe intimate knowledge or b,r6.
.heir habits. their lives, exhibited in
mo book, and the Jealous puardinn
vi mem from tho Just rctributi0n of .bo
gardener and the innate cruelty Of tho
81, s,'l"ii pov maintained by the vicar and
ms wife, and, later, his daughter womid
have justified the dedicntion or ' Wv,
volume 10 the Audubon Society save
lor thc TACT that Mr.. Thurston has mr.
Nstlcaily woven his clcryyman's obser-
Fation OF bird life together with
sympathetic and Philosophical little
story OF human life
"r'! IN the exquisite little diary.
the vicar records visit TO hin, h,, :.
ncfghboring clergyman who 10 800
ANNOYED because an old woman OF his
parish Is dying and desires him IN
administer TO her the Holy Sacrament
nciorc her passing, rite which ba
mas impossible OF performance be-
cause lie has eaten so hearty n hrooL
last mat he is unfit to consecrate the
bread and wine. Our vicar offers IN
oinciato In his stead. but when the
VISITOR learns that his host too. has
pmrtaken of n material meal. he de-
chncs the offer
The old lady is dying" says the
vicar, and death will not wait"
Il IN afraid" replies Sanctimony. You
can't help mo- I'm sorry. We see
things evidently from different points
Of view"
So the old woman dies without the
sacrament
Then out into his garden walks our
vicar He had seen sexton-beetle
earlier In the day buryinr a bird.
Then as turned away, stepped
into the thicket OF laurcls The robin
had been buried. ! could lust see tho
marks OF the new mold showing the
spot whore il lay. The wind
just ucmbcd the laurel leaves. Then
eVery th!ms was sun. Without ccre-
mony. without vanity, the last Office
mad been performed God had taken
Ills hand from the spade"
again, The vicar, n priest OF the
Church Of England writes:
Last evening, the one (robin) that
has attached himself to our church
iicw in through an open window in the
chanccl and. seating himself upon a
pinnacle of the old choir screen, sang
with us the "Nunc Dimittis." All heads
know were raised from their books
all eyes We're turned upon him as he
sat there, his throat swelling. his beak
wide open as he poured out his glorious
notes.
Lord. now lettost Thou Thy servant
depart in peace according TO Thy word;
for mine eyes have seen Thy salvation,
which Thou hast prepared before the
face Of all people"
And as ! listened, ] sup
roso ] must have stopped in my sing
ms, the better to hear him perhaps;
perhaps because my voice. never at
any time too tuneful, was disturbing
IN my ears 10 the beauty Of his song
Whatever II was, became silent and
then WAS slowly made aware that every
one else had ceased from singing, too
so intent was my mind upon the robin
that was not fully conscious of II UNI
I'll the last voice had stopped. and to
the soft notes of the organ, that little
bird was singing alone"
Could there bo IL lovclior conception
or praise and prayer?
Then there is the qunintest story OF
inc old man or seventy five and his
sweetheart OF seventy. who wanted to
live their years OF loneliness together.
IN all innocence. but without benefit OF
clergy. and OF what happened TO them
Ana TO tho wears daughter, Diana
slender. young and pure, comes Love
not liuEhing, but rather soberly. for
her mother has died and she Is all her
'"ther has. Loves way is for n long
/ time undiscovered by the ingenious old
lather. but his winning is worked at
Idst by the wise old man with the heart
"a enid or OF AN angcl--eithcr word
will do
we are very small. and God meant
us 10 deal with little things" savs the
wear Much of The open Windows"
ttlts OF little things. but through the
Ht'io Things run serious vein of
sonndness and sincerity. and 1t is all
written in style of rare si,nplicit1.
ana beauty, in which sentiment is not
robbed OF It's appeal by scntimentaiity.
me illustrations by Charles Robin
son wood cuts now infreoucntly seen
enhance the value Of the book in more
ways than one
fantasy o! love and high thinking
IN an old-fashioned garden. whers
u!rus may Slir. mate and nest In peace
VPvh Nin""w' admits an atn.os-
phefe mat makes FOR all that Is good
and desirable In life
'hc psychoiosy of Iaughter"
~ Boris Sidis ". a.. ph. D., NJ. p.
Appleton * CO.; 50 net,
cry htt!" satisfactory and evstc-
matte work has been done I'm thc do
main OF the psychology Of ,omrht ,"r
ana the ludicrous," asserts Or. Sidls I'm
the preface to his own study or 81,
subject y little lator, he quotas ma
, WINS description of tho physical nro-
, eeSscs o; laughter. which I'm mr..
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