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^L?^^lZ^tlo"s----N^able~Bir^hies of Francis Place and Samuel^utE
Memoirs of Samuel Butler
interesting View of Genius in
Notes Gathered by H. F. Jones
By Reb<rcca Drucker
These two volumes of memoirs com?
piled by Henry Festing Jones give a
vide approach to the personality of
Samuel Butler. By gathering up every
?crop of evirier.ee associated with
Butler. Jones has made a path of ur
?rstanding to an engrossing character.
He has done great service to that pof(
terity to which Butler looms larger
and larger with each succeeding gen?
eration by giving so intelligent and
fascinating an account of him.
Out of this heterogeneous mass
of letters and incidents there is ulti?
mately revealed a man obdurate ia
truth as well as in error?a personality
integral and self-sustaining, a good,
hard, durable figure whose character,
like his work, was made to outlast his
It is difficult to realize in these days
?t easy agnosticism how cataclysmic
was Butler's early mild skepticism. It
was a very m?d skepticism, indeed. In
1858, when he was twenty-two, he was
seriously and painfully shocked to find
that there was little apparent difference
of conduct between boys who had been
baptized and boys who had not. When
he began to doubt the direct inspira?
tion of the goipeis his fall from grace
was abysmal. And when, lacking faith,
he refused to be ordained there was
established a rift between himself and
his family that lasted to the end
Indeed, between himself and his
father there was a great natural an?
tagonism, the antagonism of two men
temperamentally at odds. It was a
friction all the ?ore galling to the
younger man because most of his life
he was at the mercy of his father m
the matter of his income. "He was
robbed of the consolation of knowing
that by a few strokes of the pen he
eould at any moment arrange that
?n his death I should not have shoes
tnd stockings," Butler says of him in
a note. "Not that he wanted me to
go without shoes and stockings . . .
what he wanted was that the power
whether or no I was to hn.ve shoes
or stockings should be vested in him?
self and not me." He put al! his bit?
ter experiences of a narrow, puritan?
ical family life into his novel "The
Way of All Flesh." Theobald. Christina
and Char'otte are his father, nro'.her
and sister remorselessly done from the
life. But having set them down he
had not the ruthlessness to permit the
novel to be published in the lifetime
of his family.
Failing to carry on the family tradi?
tion in the Church, there wa? open to
Butler the refuge of ail young English?
men under a cloud ?the colonies. He
chose New Zealand aid sheep rai.-ing,
and there apparently 'he work of Dar?
win reached him and his intellectual
emancipation proceeded rapidly. There
is a vivid description of Butler at this
time in the note of a fellow sheep
herder, who writes: "I shall rover for?
get the small dark man with the pene?
trating eyes who took up a run at the :
hack of beyond, carried a piano up I
there on a bullock dray. ar;d passed
his solitary evenings playing Bach's
fugues, ard who, when he emerged
from his solitude and came down to
Christchurch, was the most fascinating
After four and a half years of New
Zealand Butler returned to England
g id took up the study of art at
eatherly's. He did not then regard
writing as the medium in which he
Blight best expre?? himself, though
some of his letters and papers
about New Zealand had already been
gathered up into a volume. This was
only ore of h;s works that bis
family ever approved and the one
?1 cb he cordia'iy loathed. The
Irreverence of the satire of "Erewhon"
shocked his family dec-ply, though they
Sever deigned to read it.
"Erewhon" was published anony?
mously, and it was to this point that
Butler sardonically attributed its k:~d
ly reception. "The reviewers did not
know but what the book might have
been written by some one whom St
might not turn out well to have cut
lrp, and whom it might turn out very
?ell to have praised." If this was so,
the reviewers did not forgive him for
having taken them in. for no book that
Batle* ever wrote was thereafter kind?
ly received It is worth noting that
all of Bu'ler's books were published at
lia own expense. At sixty-three the
very exact records he kept of fhe ex?
penses of publication and income de?
rived from his book? showed him to be
the ioacr by them of ?900.
Prom n mild skepticism to an in
? oaly I were a fairy godmother.
Patent enough to get from Santa
Claus a million or so names of
w4 woo love good reading, hi?
reindeer would have to work over*
t??0) delivering to that million or
?? * gor y tous utory book entitled
IB AVE IT TO DORIS. The Sun.
5? BobU-Merrili Co., Pubtiahera
I tensive questioning into Christianity,
I to investigations into evolution, his
! questing for faith led him to sorae
j thing like a conclusion in his theory
i that the variation of species was the
jvorking of a sub-consciously intelligent
i adaptation. Therein ho broke off from
; the Darwinian belief that variation was
j accidental and unintelligent, and there
: 'ar;e purposeless, and this difference
led.hi? to the writing of "Life and
i'.abit. "Luck or Cunning?" and those
other books in which the mind of a
ayman is applied to the problem of
evolution. This difference in opinion
!ed to a misunderstanding and to a
personal quarrel between Darwin and
nimself that was never resolved.
There is an extraordinary record
: ere nf Butler's personal relationships.
He was capable, in sp\te of his satiric
outlook on human nature, <tt the most
quixotic and idealistic friendships for
men. The record of his friendship for
Pauli, a young journalist whom he met
in New Zealand, is a curious one. It
?as the friendship of a diffident, shy,
poetical man for a confident, showy,
worldly man, and it led, to s doglike
devotion on the part of Butler. Pauli
thought if he could get to England and
become a barrister he might have some
'nance of success, and Butler under?
took to take him back with him and to
finance him until he might earn a com?
petency at the law. Through all the
displeasure of his family, through
'very deceit and humiliation that
L'auli himself later put upon him, he
rave him his unswerving faith. He
continued nim the allowance of ?200 a
year until Pauli's death thirty years
later put an end to this strange
friendship, when he found that for
many years Pauli had been earnrng
five times that amount. For years
Pauli refused to let Butler know
where he HveB, and Butler learned of
his death through a newspaper notice.
And the tragic truth of this strange
friendship which Butler knew was that
his "white beat of devotion" bored
There is recorded another remark?
able friendship developed when Butler
vas fifty-six, and this time for a young
man, Hans Faesch, who seems to have
eon in no way a remarkable person.
The small circle of people who made
up Butler's personal attendants and
ciose friends were riveted to him by
strong bonds of affection which no
trial could break down. He took a
deep delight in people of a racy, na?
tive, pungent wit; and in his personal
attendants, in his charwoman, his
laundress and his clerk, Alfred Cathie,
he had a rare assortment of charac?
ters. Cathie tyrannized over him and
respectfully called him "Sir," and de
c'ded matters of state for him. He
was a person of such swift, original
judgments as Butler loved.
Butler was chary of women, and
regarded them heretically and real?
istically. At the studio where he stud?
ied art for many years the women
students called him the Incarnate
Bachelor. He had a few cautious
friendships with women, but it is plain
that he was desperately afraid of any
romantic attachment. Two threatened
him in the course of his life?the first
for a surpassingly beautiful Italian
peasant gir lnamed Isabella and the
?ther for a Miss Savage. She was a
fellow student of his at Heatherly's, a
?.vornan of his own temper of mind?
satiric, skeptical and witty. She was a
?nipple, not at all beautiful, but, to
judge from the quite remarkable cor?
respondence, a woman of great humor
;md charm. She had an understanding^
of his genius and a devotion for him
not unlike his for Pauli, but as he had
bored Pauli so she bored him.
No one stood so isolated from his
contemporaries as Butler. In his short
period of lionhood following "Erewhon*
he met Sir George Trevelyan and John
Morley and was disrespectful of them.
Browning, Tennyson, Meredith and
Rossetti he openly derided. He lived
entirely out of literary and social
circles, and as time went by his de?
fiant solitude grew more and more
marked. In the end he was a sort of
[shmael from all the literary and scien?
tific cliches. So that in 1899. when some
one wrote requesting his influence
in some literary matter, he wrote:
"I am terribly out of favor with
all of them [the reviewers]. I
never write on any subject unless I
be ieve the opinion of those who have
ih? ear of the public to be mistaken,
and this involves . . . that every
book 1 write runs counter to the men
who are in possession of the field;
hence I am always in hot water . . .
The complete isolation, or worse than
isolation, in which I stand robs me of
all power to do a good turn to any one
else, however much I might wish to
Many of Butler's intensest causes
seem pedantic quibblings. It is diffi?
cult to understand the heat with which
he fought to prove that the Odyssey
was written by a woman, or that Shakes?
peare'? sonnets were of a certain
or bio studied indifference to all
musicians but Handel. There are a
iozen instances by which he proved
himself truly descended from Dr. But
??T, the famous pedagogue. But in the
fearlessness with which he sought for
the truth, in the faithfulness with
which he tended his lights, in the
breadth of his vision, he was an impas?
sioned lover of life. Only one valuing
it deeply could have made such fierce
jest? about it. And only one tragically
i-r.owing its limitations could have said,
as he did when he was asked to speak
on "How to Make the Best of Life":
"I do not even know how to make the
best of the twenty m imites your com
mittea has placed at my disposal. . . .
L/fe is like playing a violin solo In
.oublie and learning the instrument as
one goes on. One cannot make the
best of ?uch impossibilities."
Mystery, lawlessness, the rugged
honor of border lile, treachery,
tiagedy, love and loyalty, all go to
i he making of THE BLUB MOON.
So story of the wild west, no tale
of the Klondyke is more genuinely
ihr ?Hing than the romance oi the
Fiat woods, when Indiana was the
Thm Bobh-Merrl? C*., P.WUW.
About a Column
Concerning Patrick Scarlet
?Jome of us who happened to be edi?
tors of university magazines, cire.
1910-11, were wont to read "The Uni?
versity of Virginia Magazine" monthly,
when the exchanges arrived, for the
sake of a series of fantastic tales by
an unknown graduate whose imagina?
tion carried him far outside the aca?
demic route. In 1915 these stories,
with a few additions, were published
under the title, "Clown's Courage." and
signed "Patrick Scarlet." The volume
is inscribed "To the companionable
shade of that ancient who wearied of
hearing Aristides called 'the Just,* and
this inscription may have puzzled many
readers even more than the contents.
The little book wasn't a wild success
apparently. But lately, with "J?rgen"
running about the literary hearth in
his shirt, several omnivorous readers
of fiction have mentioned "Clown's
Courage" in the spirit of comparison,
and I find that the collection had other
admirers. "Patrick Scarlet" (what?
ever his real name may be) had the i
courage of his convictions and two or
three of the stories must have rather
worried the undergraduate editors who
accepted them. A few reviews in 1915
gave him a condescending spank or
two for his mild frandness and it is
amusing to find one of the then spank?
ers now shouting manfully for "J?r?
gen." But an established author may
always do things that the novice must
not attempt. "Patrick Scarlet," quite
naturally, hadn't Mr. Cabell's mastery
of a difficult manner and he slipped
into boyish, pleasant sentimentalities?
nlso quite naturally. But his version of
Adam and Eve and his description of
Satan as a genial old party are very
much in the "J?rgen" mood, and since
"J?rgen" finds so many to enjoy the
mood perhaps it is not amiss to call !
attention to an earlier effort in the
same general area. The stories were
published by Richard Badger, Boston. ?
"Jnrgen" Not for "Smuthounds"
If so erudite a press agent as Wal- I
ter J. Kingsley needs a "key" to de?
cipher the subtleties of "J?rgen," then
assuredly will the male vamps and
smuthounds of Broadway who buy the I
book in search of pulse titillations have ?
their desire defeated.
There is wit in "J?rgen"; there is !
beauty, and ripe, mellow wisdom. And
if there is one who thinks that the
pleasures of the flesh are unduly
glorified, let him reflect upon the part
that emotional episodes play in the
affairs of men. J?rgen meets beauti
Ful women and deals with them fairly,
as he himself admits; it must indeed
be a Puritan soul who can do aught
but envy him.
Besides, "J?rgen" is a classic, and \
classics were ever allowed much lati- :
tude; again, is not the story laid in
that remote period when the years of
the world were small, when men and
writers were notoriously shameless in
their frankness? It is to be surmised
that Cabell wrote parts of it with his
tongue in his cheek; and it is equally
a matter for conjecture whether he !
does not view the result ruefully, as he
must when he learns that denizens of ,
Broadway are buying his book, not as 1
?eekers after beauty, but as seekers.
And please, Mr. Kingsley, don't damn ?
the book by calling it "naughty"! j
That descriptive term should be ap- j
plied only to the boudoir contes of the j
estimable Mr. Chambers, to bedroom i
farces and to kittenish women. In j
speaking of a book of "Jurgen's" cali
ber the word is out of place.
WILLIAM W. CONSELMAN.
This Should Cheer Him Up
One of your critics seems to object
to the chronicles of Heywood 3d ap?
pearing in the columns headed "Books."
Far from agreeing with him, I would
urge it upon his attention that those j
paragraphs devoted to Heywood 8d ex- !
<eed in interest any of your comments j
which deal solely with the printed i
page. There is no malice, hidden or |
otherwise, in this statement
Book reviews are mainly for the lazy ;
who like to make a show of having '
read all of the latest book? simply bj
absorbing the critic's reactions and
then retelling them. Any one who is
interested will read quite without re?
gard to any critic's suggestions.
As for the occasional chats about ?
Heywood 3d, they indicate a human- ?
nens which is pleasing to observe in a j
critic, simply proving that none of us j
are exempt from the great parental
weakness. For s long time I strove
valiantly to keep from mentioning my
pon in at least one conversation a day.
Sometimes I succeed. As you see, he
has crept even into this letter. So ;
as ona fond parent to another who is, '
incidentally, a critic, "Here's to Hey- '
wood 3d and his complexes."
ROSALIND SCOTT DUNKIN. ?
Yes, He la Immense
Of course you can't please every?
body, so please pay no attention to
your wet blanket correspondent who !
objects to your writing about H. 8d in
your Book Column. He's immense! j
More of him!
It's H. 3d in your column and Pepys'
Diary in F. P. A.'s that give The
Tribune that human touch.
P. 8j?Please give us more reviews of
Story of the War
Children's History by
William S. Braithwaite
THE STORY OF THE GREAT WAR. By !
WUII?m Stanley Braithwaite. Frederick!
A. Stokwi Company, N?w Tork.
Mr. Braithwaite is better known as j
i critic of poetry than as an historian. |
Howeve/, he has made an excellent J
nummary of the outstanding facts
ibout the great war in simple lan?
guage adapted for children's reading.
The book is divided into six parts.
Ihe author first tells "how the war
came about." He then describes the
nations involved in the struggle, the
campaigns on land and the work of
?he navies at sea, the remarkable :
achievements in science and other
fi'lds which characterized the course ?
of the conflict, and the great personali- j
ties of the war. A brief supplement
?encribos the work of the peace con?
ference and the terms of the treaty.
Mr. Braithwaite possesses th? art,
happiiv exemplified in Dickens s
'Child's History of England," of mak?
ing an interesting Btory out of serious
historical events. Provided with twelve
handsome illustrations .in color, th?
t,ook is put out in attractive form and
should appeal to the wide audience of
children to whom it is dedicated.
HIMEBAVGH ?/ BROWNE
The Life of Francis Place
Graham Wallas Presents Vivid
Picture of English Liberal
I THE LIFE OF FRANCIS PLACE. By
Graham Wallas. Alfred A. Knopf, New
Francis Place is an outstanding fig?
ure in the history of British Liberal?
ism. He took a more or less active
part in every democratic movement
from the Corresponding Society to the
Chartists. A self-made man in the
best sense of the phrase, his rise from
early poverty to comparative affluence
was not accompanied by an abandon?
ment of intellectual interests. On the
contrary, avoiding public office and
averse to personal self-exploitation, he
contributed more hard work to the
cause of social and political reform
than many of his more loud-mouthed
Place had a good deal of the spirit
of John Hampden in him. Not given
to frothy agitation, he was willing to
j resist tyranny by force if necessary.
Mr. .Wallas gives an interesting ac?
count of his course in 1832, when it
seemed as if the government might
support the House of Lord3 in throw
i ing out the first parliamentary elec?
toral reform bill. Place was in con?
stant communication with radicals and
Liberals all over Britain; and plans
were fully worked for an armed rebel?
lion if the reactionary Duke of Well?
ington attempted to thwart the will of
the people by the use of troops.
Among other devices Place suggested
the idea of starting a run on the Lon?
don bank3 as a means of threatening
the government with a financial panic
if its policy were not changed. With
a fino disregard for possible personal
consequences, Place repeatedly in
furmed the royal ministers that an in?
surrection would take place if they
did not yield on the reform bill. Over?
awed by the firmness and unity of the
people, the government finally gave
way and the impending civil war was
Although not a reckless man, Place
was cuite fearless when he felt that a
question of principle was involved. In
ll'J4 the government was prosecuting
members of the Corresponding Society,
an organization of English sympathi?
zers with the French Revolution, on
charges of sedition. On this occasion
"The violent proceedings of the
government frightened away many of
the members of the society, and its
number was very considerably dimin?
ished. Many persons, however, of
whom I was one, considered it merito?
rious and the performance of a duty
t<> become members now that it was
threatened with violence and its
founder and secretary was persecuted.
This improved the character of the so?
ciety, as most of those who joined it
were men of decided character, sober
th'u king men, not likely to be easily
out from their purpose."
Place, as an employing tailor, nevei
forgot that he had once been a work
?"r?an. He boasts that he always paid '
the highest scale of wages current in
the trade and that his men were never
compelled to resort to a strike in order
'.o gain a legitimate increase of wages.
It was largely through his indefatig
ablc efforts that the "combination
laws," which made trade unions illegal,
were repealed by a conservative Par?
liament, He always u?ed his influence
t ) prevent the government from throw?
ing the weight of its power behind the
employers in strikes. At the same
time Place was no demagogue. He did
not hesitate to rebuke the workers
when be felt that their methods or ob?
jects were wrong; and he was habitually
denounced by extremists as an "aristo?
crat" and a false friend of the work?
ing class. !
Place's activities and interests were
multifarious. In company with Ben
tham, Grote and James Mill, he delved
into ethics and economics. Philo?
sophically he was a Benthamite, a be?
liever in the utilitarian theory of "the
greatest happiness for the greatest
number." In economics he was a neo
Malthusian. In the early nineteenth
century, when modern means of trans?
portation and agricultural production
did not exist and every country was
dependent upon its own food resources,
there was far more reason to accept
Maithus's gloomy theory of the ulti?
mate inability of the earth to support
its population than there is at the
The biography of such a man as
Francis Place presents many tempta?
tions and many difficulties. Mr. Wal?
las has avoided the former and sur?
mounted the latter. A sentimentalist
might have laid more stress upon
Place's personal experience, upon his
struggles with poverty, upon his career
as a demonstration of the theory thai
any poor but honest boy can mak?
his way in the world. Mr. Wallas, or
the other hand, rightly stresses his
public activities. For the fundamenta
appeal of Place's life lies in the fac
that he was a vigorous exponent o;
the best qualities of British liberalism
;>f a liberalism humanized and mad(
warmer by close and sympathetic con
tact with the life and sufferings o:
the masses. The author's treatmen
of Place's voluminous letters and me
moirs constitutes a masterpiece of th<
biographer's art.1* Modestly remaininj
in the background, Mr. Wallas allow:
Place in large measure to tell thi
story of hi3 own life through extract!
from his letters. The author's critica
'acuity in selecting and arranging thes?
^tracts is beyond praise. Out of ai
enormous bulky shapeless mass of orig
inal material he creates a vivid
rlearcut picture of the man and hi
ife within the compass of 400 pages
Mr. Knopf is to be congratulated upoi
making this well known English bio
graphical achievement available in ai
WILLIAM HENRY CHAMBERLIN.
A Defense of D. H. Lawrence!
Gilbert Cannan Describes Him as a
Genius Persecuted by the Puritans
By Gilbert Cannan
I hope I may be allowed a small
amount of space in which to correct,
a somewhat erroneous impression that
must have been given by your report?
er's interview with Sir Ernest Hodder
Williams regarding the work of my
friend D. H. Lawrence. It is ni doubt
true that my friend's work is unknown
to the great mass of the reading public
in Great Britain; but in their day very
little was known of Blake and Shelley,
to take random instances.
D. H. Lawrence is a man of genius
who has been dogged by the ill luck
of his kind, which is not the kind of
Frank Swinnerton or J, C. Squire, both
of them very capable, industrious, tal?
ented men of letters. Sir Ernest speaks
from the point of view of the publisher,'
whose business it is to sell books,
regardless of their artistic merit. It
is D. H. Lawrence's business as a man
of genius to write his books and to
pursue the logic of his genius regard?
less of his Sales. Hence the misunder?
standing that has arisen in the book
trade. D. H. Lawrence naturally want.-i
to sell his books, but will not compro?
mise in order to do so. Compromise is
rather the affair of the publisher than
of the author. (I do not refer, of
course, to Sir Ernest, wno has merely
given me my opportunity and my
D. H. Lawrence is a teat case. In the !
pursuit of the logic of his genius, after
"Son? and Lovers," the last work of his
immature period, he was led to deal, I
like the poet and mystic that he is, !
with the subject of sex, and the result
was "The Rainbow." in which sex is
symbolized and raised clrar out of the
region of actuality. Unimaginative
persons, reading his papres and reading
into them an animalism that is not
there, were horrified and accused the
book of the corruption that was in
themselves. Proceedings were taken,
and the English publishers, taking
alarm and not understanding what had
happened, did not defend. "The Rain?
bow" was suppressed, and Lawrence
was unable to i'.nd a publisher for its
successor, "Women and Love," in
which his genius had swept him a stage
further, so that, while other writers
h;-.ve been riblo to publish thi it
works, to extend their reputations and \
to win flattering opinions from their:
Seniors, Lawrence has been blocked
and denied access to the public by the :
publishers, who, in the person of Sir |
Ernest, expresa surprise tnat there j
should be persons to speak of Law- I
rence as a man of genius and a person [
of vital importance to the intellectual :
and imaginative life of our time.
No senior writer has underlined his ?
importance. No distinguished name;
appears on the cover of a ri"w Lawrence
book, praising it and telling the public '
and the publishers that they will not
be wasting their money, poBsiblj be- ?
cause Lawrence has not sought any i
man's good opinion. He has certainly
never sought mine, which makes it the j
easier for me to take up the cudgels
in his behalf and to inform the Amen- j
can public that D. II. Lawrence has a
book called "Women and Love," which
has been withheld from them by the
rronfusion of mind of the puritanical
section of the public and of I ho pub?
lishers, who are unreasonably afraid
af that section.
"Women and Love" may or may not
De a good book, but.' the real point
lurely is that a bad book by Lawrence
s 70 per cent better than a good book
by almost any other writer of the
pr?sent time. Books,? nowadays, arel
written en two level??those which are
written from the point of view of the
publisher and those which are written
from the point of view of the author.
The values which prevail on those two
levels are utterly different?good and
bad are -not the same for both, and
I think the only intolerable books are
those which are written in the attempt
to establish a compromise between the
I apologize for taking up more 3pace
than 1 hud intended; but the suppres?
sion of genius is a serious matter, and
Sir Ernest, if he is correctly reported,
seemed to me to speak of it with a
dangerous complacency, dangerous for
this reason: the creative period of an
artist's life is never too long, never,
surely, quite long enough; and here are
four or rive years or" Lawrence's creative
life laid waste, not by any malevolence
or deliberare suppression, but simply
by a confusion of mind, aggravated
possibly by the hysteria due to war
; conditions. That may have been In?
evitable; but as we emerge from those
conditions it is certainly disturbing
! to find an eminent publisher assuring
the public that all is well in the world
of books and at the same time dis?
missing a man of Lawrence's calibre
as unimportant because the sales of
his books are, for the reasons shown
' above, small.
Thrills Aplenty in
Novel hy Oppenheim
TH1?: GREAT IMPERSONATION. By B.
PI lllips Oppenheim. Little, Brown &
Mr. E. Phillips Oppenheim has been
publishing books so rapidly during the
last few years that, at times, his in?
ventive genius has seemed to flag.
True, his type of fiction production
does not requir? any process of iong
and labored reflection; but occasion?
ally an element of sameness and mo?
notony has crept into his tales of dis?
guised diplomats, beautiful ladies, mys?
terious intrigues and murders com?
mitted and intended.
No such captious criticism can be
raised against "The Great Impersona?
tion." It is a thoroughly good story,
with an ingenious plot and a series of
exciting episodes that recall Arthur
Conan Doyle of the days when he was
writing nhont Sherlock Holmes and not
A British nobleman. Lord Dominey,
wanderir.g in the jungles of Africa,
encounters an Oxford acquaintance, a
C.'rman baron, who bears a striking
resemblance to him. True to the evil
characteristics of his kind, the German ?
conceives the hospitable idea of mur- ?
dering his guest in order to assume
his identity and gain access to the
highest English political and social j
circles. As events turn out, however,
the shoe is on the other foot; and
the German, not the Englishman, is
the victim of the fight.
Dominey returns to England, per?
suades the German spies there that he
is their agent and disrupts an elab?
?rate network of Teutonic espionage.
There is still more to the story:
Dominey restores a mentally diseased
wife to health, evades the advances of
an ardent Hungarian princess, who
mistakes him l'or her German lover,
und solves o ghost mystery by a dis?
play of courage and firmness. To any
one desiring light entertainment the
novel can bo enthusiastically recom?
mended, with one reservation?its real?
istic ghostly qualities make it bad
reading for the wee small hours of the
Lobstere and Adventure
Theme of ?Vew Novel
AT THE SIGN OF THE RED SWAN. By
Ambrose EIw?iL Sm&Ii, Maynard A Co.
Readers should not be deceived by
j this title. This is not a story about
j the Bolshevik!, seither is it ene of
Greenwich Village. It is an Alger tsle
for grown-ups," but not one-half bo in?
teresting as an Alger. Ambrose?that's
the author?whose father was a lobster
fisherman, forsakes his Maine home
and his widowed mother to seek ad?
venture on the high seas and a living
for the familv. We don't remember
whether the cottage was mortgaged or
not. Then comes a succession of events
that thrill his youthful career. He
sees s play ?n Portland, falls in love
with Hazel in England, desert* hi?
ship, is falsely accused of murder in
the tavern of the Red Swan, escape?,
I and is pardoned.
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"One of the very few modern English 'The book is absorbingly interesting,
novels that one can respect, and at the and its characters are drawn with
same time read with interest."?New subtlety and skill."
York Sun. ?New York Times
"Mrs. Diver has written a story which is at once a splendid manifestation of her own
mind and power, and a grateful, fresh demonstration of the strength of English lan?
guage when well employed. To the list of the major novels of the year we add glad?
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A Girl's Diary
Piquant Story of New
York Daisy Ashford
DIARY OF A LITTLE GIRL IN OLD
NEW YORK. By Catherine Elizabeth
Havens. Henry Collins Brown, New
"N. B. ? My mother has read my
diary and corrected the spelling, and :
says it is very good for a little girl."
If ten-year-old Catherine Elizabeth
Havens's mother?described as "the
pink of Maiden Lane"?had omitted on !
this one occasion to impress her young ?
daughter with the value of precision ,
we should have had in 4his diary of
1849 the most charming historical
document of old New York. The j
precious lapses in taste and grammar
seem to have been deleted by "the '
pink," and the general effect of the
diary is that of a day book written
under and for the eyes of Mother
But if Catherine Elizabeth had a ,
misguided editor in Mother Ha?
vens she had a kind collaborator in j
Father Time. If a ten-year-old girl j
to-day kept a diary instead of a date-?
book we should find no thrill in the
statement that the young authoress
visited her uncle's country home; yet
when Catherine Elizabeth tells us that
she had an exciting stay with a rela?
tive at his country estate at Fifth
Avenue and Thirty-seventh Street we
realize what seventy years may do to
lend humor to a bit of writing. Cath?
erine Elizabeth used also to take long
walks, very far uptown?all the way
to Fourteenth Street.
A logical and scientific minded young
miss was Catherine Elizabeth. Her
father bought his house on Ninth
Street, the Harlem of its day, from a j
gentleman who "had but one lung and j
lived on raw turnips and sugar." "Per?
haps," adds the diarist, "that >is why
he had only one lung." Medicine was f
an enthralling topic for Miss Havens. I
She records her affection for her little j
niece?"nearly as old as I am"?be?
cause "we have things together like j
whooping-cough and scarlatina." When ?
she was four she had her tonsils re- I
moved and her nurse preserved them j
in a little bottle of alcohol. "Some- I
times she shows it to me," notes Cath- |
erine Elizabeth, "to amuse me, but it !
doesn't, only I don't like to hurt her :
The baby Pepys was something of a'
social critic. She had no hesitation j
about exposing the ways of the clergy: !
"There is a Miss Lydia G. who croes to !
our school, and she is very beautiful,
and one day our minister's son was
talking to school with her and carry?
ing her books, and I was just behind!
them, and I saw him give her a beauti?
ful red rose, and I guess he was mak?
ing love to her and perhaps asking her
to mifYry him, for she blushed when
she said goodby. He is going to be a
clergyman like his father. I hope they
wiii be happy."
Catherine Elizabeth was equally fear
less in her comments on graft in pon
"Maggy has a sister married to a?
weaver, and his name is Georjre Ross,1
and he is growing rich by buying land ;
and selling it, and soon he is to be an ;
"Just opposite the Bowling Green,":
lastlines an entry in the diary, "on
Whitehall Street, there is a sign over &
store, 'Lay and Hatch,' but they don't
sell eggs." R. A. S.
Father Duffy's Book
"The richest gain \ have gotten out j
of the war is the friendship of .William j
J. Donovan." writes Father Duffy in
his story of the Fighting 69th, just j
published by George H. Doran Com
pany, about his good friend Colonel
Donovan. He continues: "That is the i
way I talk about him to myself. When ?
we are together we always find some- j
thing to fight about. One unfailing
subject of discussion is which of us is |
the greater hero. That sounds rather i
conceited, and all the more so when j
I say that each of us sticks up strong- !
!y for himself. Those infernal young- j
sters of ours have been telling stories
about both of U3, most of which, at
least those that concern myself,*attest
the loyalty of my friends better than
their veracity. There is only one way
to take it?as a joke. If either of us j
gets a clipping in which his name is
mentioned he brandishes* it before com
pany under the nose of the other, chal?
lenging him to produce some proof of
being as great a hero. The other day
Captain Ryan ?rave Donovan an edito?
rial about him from a paper in Water
town, N. Y. It was immediately
brought to mess, and Donovan thought
ii? had scored a triumph, but I count?
ered with a quotation 'rom a letter
which said that my picture, jeweled
with electric lights, had a place of
honor in the window of s saloon on
Fourteenth Street. Donovan surren?
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themselves, and many of whom are
now holding responsible positions in
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experiences a.s a convict and of the or?
ganization of the Sing Sing Mutual
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A second volume will be needed now to
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borne is undertaking, and it is to be
noped that he will find the time to
write it. investing it with the ?am"
zestful spirit and wealth of human an?
ecdote which makes "Within Prison
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New Scribner Books
Messrs. Charles Scribner*s Sons an?
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"Memories of George Meredith," by
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School and instructor of athletics,
Columbia University summer session?
and extension teaching.
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It was a Malay s
?an ugly weapon?
in the hinds of a
that tolr] him who
she was and gave
him the lost clue to the treasure
he had buried, he knew not
where, and for which his coun?
try was waiting.
It started a race a
cine, between hi
other, his own
The woman help
and the man w?
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