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The Birthday of Unhappy
Edgar Allan Poe A commentator writes that when this ill-fated poet was himself he was gentle, well-bred and talented. A few of his poems reprinted. "^L/""ESTKRDAY was the lOiUh anniversary of the birth of Edgar Albin Poe, | - ? American poet, writer of fiction and critic. He was born in Boston, Mass., ' *?" on January 19, 1809, and died October 7. 1849. His father and mother died when he was two years old, and he was adopted by ; John Allan, a tobacco merchant of Scottish extraction. The boy was indulged in every way, and encouraged to believe that he would inherit .Mr. Allan's fortune. In 1815 the Allans went to England, and Edgar was placed in a school at Stoke Newington; upon their return to America in 1820 he was placed at school at Rich? mond, Va., where they were living, and six years later sent to the University <$ Virginia in Charlottesville. Here, as one biographer puts it, "the effects of a very unwise training on a temperament of inherited neurotic tendency were soon seen. He was fond of athletics, and was a strong and ardent, swimmer; but he developed a passion for gambling and drink. His disorders made it necessary to remove him, I and h<^ was taken away by Mr. Allan, who refused to pay his debts of honor." In May of 1827 Poe enlisted at Boston, and served for two years in the United States army. He was promoted to sergennf major on January 1, 1829. Two months later Mr. Allan obtained his discharge from the army, and in 1830 secured a. nom? ination for him to West Point Military Academy. Charges of neglect of duty which he failed to answer caused his expulsion from the academy in ".March, 1831. -Mr. Allan's patience was exhausted; there was "a scene of painful violence" between them, and at his death in 1834 he left his adopted son nothing. In 1827 Poe published at Boston his first volume of poetry, "Tamerlane and Other Poems," not under his own name but as "A Bostonian." The second volume of "Poems" he published four years later in New York under his own name. From 1833 till tin time of his death he was employed on various magazines at Richmond, New York and Philadelphia. When he was "free, from the maddening inlluencc of alcohol he was gentle, well bred and a hard worker on the staff of a magazine, will? ing and able to write reviews, answer correspondents, propound riddles or invent and solve crypto?;tarns. . . . But his mania sooner or later broke off all his en- ; gagements and ruined his own venture" (a magazine called "Stylus"). Poe died in ? a hospital at Baltimore, October 7, 1819. What has been called "a melancholy sensuous emotion in a penetrating melody i all his own" is expressed in most of Poe's verse. A few of his shorter poems follow: ; Catholic Hymn AT MORN at noon at twilight dim Maria! thou hast heard my hymn! 1 i ?oy and woe in pood and ill Mother of <:?"', be with mc still! When ' hour: flew br ghtly by, And not a cloud obscured the sky, My seul. lest it should truant be, Thy grace did guide to thine and thee; Now. when storms of Fate o'ercast Darkly mj Present and my Past, Let m;,- Future radiant shine With sweel hope of thee and thine! To One in Paradise npHOU wast all that to mc, love, JL For which my fou! did pinc A green isle in the sea, lov?-, A fountain and a shrine. Ail wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And ;.!! the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise Bui t ?) be ivercasl ' A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!"- but o'er the Past i Dim gulf.) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast! For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o'er! "No more -no more?no more"- ? (Such language holds the solemn sea To the s.'inds upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree Or tiie stricken eagle soar! And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy grey eye glances. And where thy footstep gleams - In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. To F?s S. O?d (Mrs. Francis Sargent Osgood) THOU wouldst be loved? -then let thy heart [?'rom its present pathway part not! Being evervthing which now thou art, Be nothing which thou art not. So with the world thy gentle ways, Thy grace, thy more than beauty, Shall be an endless theme of praise, And love?-a simple duty. An Enigma ??QKLDOM we find," says Solomon Dot ?5 Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundes sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we see at one? As easily as through a Naples bonnet Trash of all trash!- how can a lady don it Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff Twirls into trunk-paper the while yoi con it." And. veritably, Sol i.s right enough. The general tuckermanitiea are arrant Bubbles -ephemeral and so transparent But. this is, now you may depend upon it Stable, opaque, immortal all by dint <y Paul Thompson i ? Of the dear names that lie concealed with? in it. (To find the name, read the first letter \in the first line, the second in the second, and so on?Sarah Anna Lewis.) A Dream Within a Dream TAKE this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now. Thus much let me avow? You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, j Is it therefore the less gone? All?that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I I stand amid the roar (if a surf-tormented shore, And I hohl within my han?: ?Ira in s of the golden san?! How few! yet. how th?->y creep Through my lingers to the deep. While 1 weep while I weep! O (Jod! can I not grasp Them witli ;-. tighter clasp. 0 God! can 1 not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that, we see or seem Hut a dream within a dream'.' Current War Poetry ore Sorrows of the Sultan JERSHEBA gone, and Gaga too! \nd lo! the British lion, a pause to comb his main-, inily padding off again. Tad up, en roete for Zion. Yes, things are looking rather blue, .lust as in Mesopotamy; My life-blood trickles in the sand; My veins run dry; I cannot stand Much more of this phlebotomy. In vain for William's help I cry. Sick as a mule with glanders; Too busy?selfish swine?is he Will? winning ground in Italy Anu losing it in Flanders. Hi- missives urge me not to fly Hut use the utmost fury To hold these Christian dot's at bay And for his sake to block the way To his beloved Jewry. 'My feet," he wired, "have trod those scenes; Within the walls of Salem My sacred presence deigned to dwell, And I should hate these hounds of hell To be allowed to scale "em. "So do your best lo give them beans ( Y?M hl(Vl< IMIIIIO HlTltllllllit i?lt\ ? 1 , Jta* ?*?*? * ?ta? uong?ltod dut? _? I will arrive and consecrate Another Gorman mission." Tha?'.-: bow he wires, alternate days, But sends no troops to trammel The foe that follows as I bump Across Judien on the hump Of my indifferent camel. Well, I have tried all means and ways, But seldom fail to foozle 'em; And now if William makes no sign (This is his funeral more than mine? Tho giaours can have Jerusalem. ?O. S.( in Punch. In No Man's Land HP HOUGH you be stopped midway in tho ?*- charge And sink to earth a thing that may not move ; Though with the common welter of tho ground Slowly and hideously you be lost; Though you be made many with tho grains of earth And uttermost dispersal be your lot; Though life become a thing that never was And remembrance of you on tho earth Be less than a dream that no one ever dreamt ; Yet just you Shall surprise ?the shy arisen Christ Walking in the garden in the dawn. ?Charlea lt. Murphy, in The Natimu "Stump Speaking" By George Caleb Bingham ? From The Art World GEORGE CALEB BINGHAM, Virginia horn hut Missouri bred, belonged to the early and middle nineteenth century. Though a prolific maker of portraits in his own region, he was also known as an "anecdote artist," and left valuable pictures of life from Kansas and Missouri before and after the Civil War. His "Jolly f'latboatmen" won the prize in one of the annual competitions of the old American Art Union of New York. "The Art World" throws some interesting light on his early life: "Despite bis surroundings, George Bingham, while be worked as a carpenter, indulged himself in attempts at portraiture, and finally resolved to make that his career. He went to Washington . . . and soi up a tent near the Capitol, with a sign out which informed the world that here was . . . an artist ready to draw or paint likenesses." .ase ?wc "Loihilcitu," an opera in thret nets, the book by Forzano and the music by Pictro Mascagni. (liven ?is first American per? formance of the Metropolitan Sut union, January 12. -/ / r~ | "A 11]-] production of a new opera," ? admits "The Sun," "ought to be a fruitful topic-, but in the pres? ent instance there is little enough to say." And this is a sentiment that finds its echo in "The Evening; Post," wherein ap? pears this paragraph: "It is the latest work by the composer of 'Cavalleria Rusticana.' who has been pro? ducing operas ever since that work made its success---but. they have all been failures 'Lodoletta' seems destined to consort with the majority, rather than with the minority of one. 'Cavalleria,' crude and banal thoug'n it is, has tragic force- the present work has ?not even pathos, beyond the mere fact of flu ; death of the heroine. The plot is no bettei and no worse than a number of opera book; | which have won more or less success, Bu the music is so absolutely devoid of char ?acter, melody, interest of any sort, that it i? difficult to write about it." In "The Evening Mail" one read: ''Musically the work cannot be piac?-? ahead of the many other pleasant mediocri : ties that have flowed from the pen of thi ! Italian composer since he placed the stam] of genius upon 'Cavalleria Rusticana.' It i reminiscent of 'Iris,' though less significant ? and there are occasional marked borrowing 'from Puccini, as in the Scarpia motif of th I second act. "The choral passages arc cleverly written with especial charm in those allotted to th boys, and there is a sustained and individua .beauty in the music which accompanies th I death of old Antonio. Otherwise the see! lis alternately obvious and artificially in j volved." This paper noted, however, that th new opera "is an assured popular success if only because it gives Caruso a pai exactly adapted to his vocal and dramati abilities." And now that Caruso has bee mentioned it is well to go on and commi nicate some of the general satisfactio expressed by the critics over the singin of the work. "The American" declared "Whatever the merits or demerits of 'Lod< lctta,' however and let it be noted at on? I that the work is not of a sort, to produ? violent discussion it ought to prove a va nable addition to the repertory of the Me ' ropolitan Opera House, if for no other re; son than that it offers quite unusual oppo 'amities for the vocal and dramatic pcrsu; sions of G?raldine Farrar and Enri? Caruso, who. as every one knows, arc Sign? Gatti-Casazza's most potent bo>; office ma; nets." The Tribune recorded this opinion: "Mr. Caruso has in Flammen a pan whi? allows him to sing as the gods meant 1 should, and he makes the mosl of the o portunity. It was Caruso at his best, h golden tone, lis feeling, his flexibility of utterance uniting under the control of a just taste. Moreover, Mr. Caruso wore a beard, ; ? .-i a beard ever becomes him. The public w !! love him in the part. Histrionically Mis Farrar was at her best and sincerest, though vocally she is not yet herself. Her Lodoletta is a cr?ation not unworthy of being placed beside lier (loose Girl." Yes, on the side of interpretation "Lodo? letta" appears to have carried everything before it. Even the plot, according to one critic, isn't half bad. This observa? tion comes from "The Herald": "'?"lie story is full of contrasts. It is ail mirably adapted to an operatic setting. If Mr. Mascagni had only put some, red blood into his music. If only it, rose with the movement of the drama. But always it is quiet. The orchestration is purposely thin. There are melodies that charm and through? out there is a simplicity that some other ; modern composers might copy with im? punity." "Tho (?lobe" treats Mascagni's new work in a mood of line spun satire, [f space permitted the entire review, writ? ten by Yir. Pitts Sanborn, could be here reproduced very effectively. At any rate, this paragraph must not be passed over: "Xu, it really is quite too sad, this sad, sad tale of 'Lodoletta,' But even so perhaps not quite so sad as Mascagni's music for it. That is always hovering on the teary smile of 'I.a Boh?me,' then suddenly remembering itself, and, resolutely cscowl, whining a ?lour plaint into Othello's fateful handker? chief. - Masca,' ni seems to have made up his mind on no account to rewrite 'Caval ' leria Rusticana' only tu lose himself hope? lessly in a maze of treacherous Puccini shallows Hanked by frowning cliffs of Verdi. However, the music of 'Lodoletta' is not pretentious, and that is perhaps the kindest thing that can he said about it." Concerts Leo Omstein '"^S""*? HIS pianist has just returned from | a tour of the West?returned, ac? cording to "The Evening .Sun," with an evidently increased zest, for the temperamental demands of those modern composers whom it is his delight to play? and his privilege to play so understand ingly. This paper further described the pleasures of the occasion (which .was staged ?it Aeolian Hall on Tuesday after? noon) in the following manner: "By way of obeisance to the classics. Mr. Ornstein played a Bedthoven sonata first. lb.- did not give it the established interpre? tation, of course, any more than he did the four ('hopin pices which he later played or any more, in fact, than would be wanted of an artist, who, by reason of his stron musical curiosity and indomitableiiess, i. bound to whatever medium by the marks of his own peculiar energy. If?- was, to be sure, best in the Scriabine and Ravel compositions, to which he is more attuned and to which his remarkable tone colorations and agile technique are doubtless more suitable. Two 'Arabesques' of Debussy could hardly have been more exquisitely ?lone." "The Globe" praised the artist very highly: "Among contemporary pianists few, young or old, approach Mr. Ornstein in command of tone-color and taste in using it. Dazzling in contrast, or endlessly subtle in gradation, the color he employed throughout the pro? gramme was astonishing, ravishing, disarm? ing. It almost succeeded in persuading one that beyond color there is nothing in music. But not quite. And just there was the little rift, within the lute of our delight, though fail it did to make the music mute." Yolanda Mero MME. MERO, pianist, included Schu? mann's "Kreisleriana" in her pro? gramme on Monday at Aeolian Hall. "The, Evening Post," which is not partial to this composition, yet recorded that the artist "played it warmly and sympatheti? cally." She was, this paper thought? "at her best in her Liszt group, where her forceful, brilliant touch and almost Roose veltian vitality were exhibited to great ad? vantage in one of the 'Etudes Transcen? dantes' and the Sixth Rhapsody. Between these Mme. M?ro placed the exquisite Schu? bert-Liszt 'Impromptu' in G major. She played this iilyiiic work as finely as its more brilliant companions. Beethoven and Bach filled out a programme which was comfnend ably short." "The Sun" wrote: "Mme. M?ro has forged ahead steadily in her art and is now one of the most, interest? ing pianists before the public. The outset of lier career in this country found her not yel at the maturity of her powers and she has had to labor assiduously to overcome the impression then made. But she has done so through sheer persistence and noteworthy improvement." Hartridge Whipp r I A11E barytone from the West sang at ?*? Aeolian Hall .Monday evening. The programme, according to "The Journal"? "was a somewhat curious assemblage of songs and oratorio and operatic excerpts that Mr Whipp gathered together for exposition, but the exposition was forcible and assured. "Mr. Whipp, as a fact, brought with him out. of the West a voice of great power and nice range of basso depth at one end and ex? tended by a somewhat needless falsetto at the other, His enunciation was excellent, and ho displayed some grasp of expression. His chief fault is a hick of polish, of finish. Also he frequently forces his voice off the pitch." "His big voice needs only a bit of re? fining' to make it commanding," "The Evening World" felt. A New Offering at the Playhouse "The Heritage," a play by Eugene Wal? ter, presented by the Shubcrts at the Play ? house on Monday evening. /?riTMlK HUH.VIT)" picturesquely Ite? ra gins its chronicle of proceedings with this statement: "Eugene Walter up aal -mote old Mr'. Drama one on the eye las' night that probably has made her madder than a wet hen, and which will bring her around to the Playhouse every night for the next few months to see what a hold ainl confident playwright did to her." The reactions of this new individual in the realm of criticism, this "Mrs. Drama/' must remain largely matter of specula lion. Of the play itself, however, there arc things to be noted. John ("orbin re? marks in "The Times": "Whatever else may be said < f Eugene Wal? ter's study of crime, it ?s the antithesis of all ? '?in r crook plays. The audience last night at The Playhouse supped full of horrors, unre? lieved by any but the faintest gleam of corn Alan Dale, in "The American," found "The .Heritage" "quite curious dram;1.." He wrote as follows : "Two of the character:, a brother and sis? ter, have this nauseous ailment or is it a disease? Brother is not at all cast down. Usu? ally, he sits at the pip.no and plays beauti? fully- really classical music. There is : world of feeling in his instrumentation. Anc yet he suffers from the murder lust. "Little sister Maria is charming. In on< ucl vin. appears m a sweet gold drees, mos admirably confected. She is nice and bru? nette and very girlish. And yet she has the murder lust oh, quite badly. In on.; scene she kills Kitten Cat poor little animal! It is her heritage. Suddenly the mania appears, and then- cat murder. Kitten Cat was done to death of stage -let us be grateful to Mt. Walter for that - and then the oppressed gell rushes on and confides in her brother the curious emotions that had prompted the sorry deed. "All this seemed extremely tedious to me for at least three acts. Both brother and sis? ter were so remarkably cheerful and nice about it all. . "In the last scene of ail the melodrama grows tenser ami tenser, and when it is time to go home you arc 'loosed out' from the Playhouse fully convinced that Mr. Walter has startled and excited you ?which, as a matter of fact, he 'ras done for a few minutes only" What Conrad Has to Say About "Lord Jim1' A new preface, in which the author tells how the tale grew, and also defends it against the charge of morbidity. JOSEPH CONRAD comes to the rescue of the. book reviewers, setting *' forth plainly and briefly just what were his Intentions in the pro? duction, of the famous romance, "Lord Jim," one of the best known of his works. There has been u good deal of debate over the que H of the initial idea of the book. Wan it to hare been merely a short story? And did it carry tue irriter away and away, into far fields of intaginati e roam? ing, thus, by sheer virtue of its own momentum, becoming a full length novel? Well, Mr, Conriid places himself on record,, in the preface of a neu edition of "Lord Jim," published by Doubleday, Page & Co. '?'i:'- preface enjoys a tir.s! printing in the current issue of "The Bookman," ':>rl has been widely discussed by reviewers. By Joseph Conrad WHEN this novel first appeared in book form a notion got about that I had been bolted away with. Some reviewers maintained that the work starting as a short story had got be? yond the writer's control. One or two dis covered internal evidence of tne fact which ! seemed to amuse them. They pointed out the limitations of the narrative form. They argued that no man could have been expected to talk all that time, and other men to listen so long. It was not, they j said, very credible. After thinking it over for something like sixteen years I am not so sure about j that. Men have been known, both in the I tropics and in the temperate zone, to sit , up half the night "swapping yarn-."' This. however, is but one yarn, yet with inter Joseph Conrad (?? Paul Thompson ruptions affording some measure of relief; and in regard to the listener's endurance, the postulate must be accepted that the story was interesting. It is the necessary preliminary assumption. If I had not be? lieved that it was interesting I could never have begun to write it. As to the mere physical possibility, we all know that some speeches in Parliament have taken nearer six than three hours in delivery; whereas, all that part of the book which is* Mar low's narrative can be read through aloud. I should .say, in less than three hours, lie sides?though I have kept strictly all such insignificant details out of the tale?wc may presume that there must have been refreshments on that night, a .glass of mineral water of some '"* t help the narrator on. But, seriously, the trutl i r 'he- matter is that my first thoughl v a short story, concerned only with the pilgrim ship episode; nothing more. \n<] that was a legitimate, conception. A "ter writ? ing a few pages, 1 owever, I bee une for some reason discontented and ? 'aid them aside for a time. ? did not take them out of the drawer till the late Mr. William Blackwood suggested I should ?ve some? thing again to his magazine. It was only then that I perceived that the pilgrim ship episode ? - iod start? ing point for a free and wan lei rig talc; that ?it was an ev< ? . wl ich could conceivably color the whole ntiment of existence" in a simpl an char acter. But all these preliminary moods and stirrings of spirit were rather ob? scure at the time, and thej do n t appear i clearer to me now after ti i of so ; many years. The few pages ? had lai i as !e were not without their weight in the choice of subject. But the whole was en de? liberately. When 1 sat down to it 1 knew it would be a long boi k, hi did not foresee that it would sprei I i1 elf over ! thirteen numbers of "Maga." ' I I have been asked at limes whether this | was not the book of mine I liked best. I ' rm a great foe to favoi ttism in ] ublic life. in private iire, and even n 1 . ite re lationship of an author to his works. As a matter of principle I will have no fa? vorites; but I do no1 go so far as ?to feel aggrieved and annoyed by the preferenc some people give to my "Lord Jim." 1 will not even say that 1 "fail to under? stand." . . . X^)! But < ! ! :. id oc? casion to be puzzled an?! sur; : ? ' A friend of mine returning from Italy bad talked with a la?'.;.- there who did not 'ike the book. I regretted thai : ourse Lut what surprised me the :'oun?i of her dislike. "Yen kn iw, ' - e Eaid, "it is all so morbid." The pronouncement gave me food for an hour's anxii is hou :. ally ! ar? rived at the conclusion that, mal ing due allowances for the subj ? I If being rather foreign to women's m rm il sensi? bilities, the lady could not have con an Italian. I wonder whether si ivas Eu? ropean at all? In any case, no Latin temperament would i:;.- | eived any? thing' morbid in the acul < iousness of lost honor. Such a. sness may be wrong, or it may be right, i r it may be condemned as artificial; and, perhaps, my Jim is not a type of wide commonness. But 1 can safely assure my : that he is not the product of coldly perverted thinking. He is not a figure of northern mists, either. One su;.ay morning, in the commoi place surr. lings of an eastern roadstead. I saw his form pass by?ap? pealing? significant?u ider id?per? fectly silent. Which is as iL. should he. It was for me, with all the y of which I was capable, to see . ??? rds for his meaning, lie was "? ne of us." Army SI an g THE following vocabulary of army slang has been compiled by "The Wadsworth Gas Attack and Rio Grande Rattler." Some of the words are already perfectly familiar to civilians, but there are others which will represent ac? quisitions. This is the list: Beans -The commissary sergeant. Bean-Shooter A commissary officer. Belly-Ache To complain. Black-Strap Liquid coffee. Blind-?Sentenced by court martial to for? feiture of nay without confinement. Bob-Tail A dishonorable discharge or a discharge without honor; to be "bob-tailed" ? to be dishonorably discharged or to be given a discharge without honor. Bone?To study; a mistake. Bone, Bootlick on To cultivate the favor of. Bootlick -To flatter. Bow-Legs Caval ryman. Buck-Private A term sometimes use?! in referring to a private. Bucking for Orderly Giving clothing anil accoutrements extra cleaning so as to com ; ? te for orderly. Bunkie- A soldier who .-hares the shelt'-r of a comrade. Bus'. To reduce a non-commissioned officei to the grade of private. Butcher- The company barber. Canned Horse Canned beef. Chief- Name by which the chief musiciar of the band is usually called by the enlistee men. Cit?A civilian. Cits ? Civilian clothes. C. 0. -Commanding officer. Coffee Cooler?One who seeks a "soft' detail. Coi*?i Feet?Fear, lack o? courage. Crawl - To admonish. 1) o u g h boy?-In f a n t r ; Duff Any sweet ?. . File A number on the neu ? i Fogy Ten per cent inci as o? officers pay for each five years' service, Found To be i or wan : in ??'? '? thing, ?-. peciaily French Leav? Cold Brick?A Gobi Fi h I i? Ooat Juni? t, i tent, etc Goaty- Awkward, ignorant. Guard Hous ? Lawyer A ? Idier with ?? smatt - ring know h dge o lations aw military law ; quite ioqua : and libei with advice and counsel n in the guard? house or other trouble. Hardtack Hard bread, i: ki To march, to hi II ive i o d . cover, to ca Hobo ?? Tiie provost sergeant. Ho ;.' Joe The chaplain. Hop A dance. I. C. Is condemned by an inspector. Jaw-Bone-?Credit to get things on " ? ?'? bone," to buy things on credit). J urn] !" admonish. K. O.?Commanding officer. Major Name by which the sergeant major is usually called by the enlisted mea Mule Skinner?A teamster. 0. 1). Officer of the day, olive drab. Old Issul An old soldier. Old File An old soldier. On Official Terms -Not to be on speaking teams except officially. On the Carpet Called before the cotn manding officer for admonition. Passing the Buck Passing responsibility on to some one else.