Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-06-14

BY Alfred Noyes. author of The
Enchanted Island" ETC. New 1orh'
Frederick A. Stokes Company
HKY HITHIN ones first half hour OF
this splendid recreation 800
M years fall away behind him.
n" 1000 miles as well, and he
whole heart and soul-1oins
the vivid company Of the Mermaid Inn
Here in the parlor Of this ancient Lonoon
inn Swimming with faces in mist OF
SMOKE" he figures out Ben Jonson, VIII
Shakespeare. Kit Marlowe. Rob Greene
beaumont, Fletcher and Sir Raleigh-an
OIyrnpian band Between Gargantuan
draughts of maimsey and sack the royal
stories flow, lordly pageant or Eliza
bethan days. Brave songs OF oucca-
neers' chorus ringingly-
Ma7chamt Adventures. Oh, what 'ull ye br-lg
Wonders and works and the thunder Of the ses.
Big, loose humors play here, and Eng
lish May days bright with morrlce dance
and mummeries. Pitiful tragedies. too'
move among these tales. In the sturoler
stuff of these robust stories lovely lyrics
CLEAN, lyrics that sing and dance In the
heart, that lift and soar in the spirit
musical, remem berable, haunting Things
of sheer beauty. Listen to this:
I fitted her with morrlce-bels, with treble, bass
The fore bells, a. i linked them at her throat.
Green iinnets in golden nest, they chirped and
trembled on her breast,
And faint elfn blue-bells, at her nut-bro~n
ankles rang.
And-to gather almost anywhere and at
Queen:
They carried her down with singing,
With singing sweet and low;
Slowly round the curve they CaWe,
Twenty torches dropping name,
The heralds that were bringing her
The way we all must 60.
The witch from over the water,
The bride te that ate rode dee thTo Bdinbro town
With satin shoes and silken gown;
queen, and great kings daughter
thus they carried her home
Carry the oueenly lass along,
s whose sas5 s was xns o the South
And royal rose her mouth,
And her body made of may!
Lift your torches, weeping, weeping;
Light her down to a couch OF clay
They should have left her in her VINEYARDS, left
her heart to her lands own keeping;
Left her white breast room to breathe, and left
her light foot free to dance!
Hush! Between the solemn pine woods, carry the
out of the cold gray northern mists, with ban
Garry her - soushWsrd. pailed in purple. weeping,
weeping, weeping, weeping
La plus cherie,
Adieu, PLEASANT pays de France"
Past any doubt at all Alfred Noyes is
doubIy possessed In this dream Of long
gone age possessed of the very soul of
the robust days of Elizabeth, possessed
of the spirit of pure poetry. A splendid
invention.
FORTITUDE. BY Hugh Walpole.
author of '"The Prelude to Adven-
ture," etc. New York: George H
Doran Company.
"Tisn't life that matters. 'Tis the
courage you bring to it this from
old Frosted Moses in the warm corner by
the door," So the big story opens. 1t
ends with a great storm out of which
voice calls: Have you cast this away: away:
also?' And that?' This" II have
thing about you now that you treasurer"
i have nothing" Friends. ties. ambi-
tions?' They are all gone" Then out
~ the very heart of the storm comes:
pointment. Blessed be all sorrows, for
out OF these cometh the making of q
man And Peter Westcott is left pray
iEg-'Make Of me a man. Make me
pole had any other desire than to tell a
Dig story In a big and sincere way, it
doubtless was to show the deadliness OF
fear, the power of courage. The lesson.
the reader to gather, the author SEEM
ingly concerned only with the telling Of
this story. Upon a background that shifts
from Cornwall to London Is etched the
life of the Cornish boy, Peter Westcott.
up TO a point that may be looked upon
as the end Of his apprenticeship to life.
The facts OF this boys life are not I'M
common Here are school days, and
years of working in London second
hand book shop here Is the boarding
house life in Bloomsbury, the beginning
of his career of writing, his marriage
and the birth OF his little boy. Here.
too, is the complex that sweeps all of
this away. leaving Peter We see him
a the end of this story, ready to step
with courage and even with hope into
the arena again. The fine qualities here
are wholly in the telling of this adven-
tuse in the sympathy and insight Of it.
n the sincerity and painstaking artistry
at makes every page alive with human
interest. The peopl here are as real
as life. The theme is big The move
ment is controlled and steady. a leisurely
movement as stories that deal with char
acter rather than action must be. The
sketches OF London, in their whimsically
personal note, make one think of Dick
ems in the same field. The whole is big
IN every sense, one or the two or three,
maybe four, novels OF the year that
will live to celebrate even single birth
day.
The INVINCIBLE ALLIANCE; and
II,
author of THE Celtic Tempera-
nent." etc. New York: John Lane
Company.
AS when host, for some particular
purpose of his own. bids to his board
mixed company-society. business, poll
tics, diplomacy. Iearning-and then by the
power of his personality blends these di-
verse elements into a community Of feel
ing and opinion. so Mr.. Grierson gathers
t,tO IN
pressions and binds them into unity
through the effect of his own personal
way of looking at things, OF thinking and
talking about them. The book takes its
name from the first OF these essays.
possibly. too the one of most immediate
appeal. This spreads out the logic, even