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Stephen Crane lias written a new lwok.
Perhaps it would he more exact to. 'ay that
Stephen Crane has published a new book,
for there is no telling how many new hooks
be has written that are not published.
Though -those who do not admire the
colorrul Crane will say his had writing lias
made him famous, there are others or us
who believe that his fame rests on quali
ties original and admirable, and so se.
curelyaudconsilciiouslythatany now book
or his making possesses interebt. Then
there are n few who will say thatit is an
event. Perhaps it depends more upon the
reader Into whose way it comes, than upon
inherent merits.
The new book is called -'The Third
Violet." It is a small book, a duodecimo,
if you know what that is; the paper Is
heavy, aud the type is large, so it stands
withal as a short btory; but not in the
number of chapters. There are thirty
three of them. Most of them emulate the
trenchant, brevity of Crane's sentences.
Others, a few, are even four pages long.
This choppy, terse, vigorous, Craiush
style is about all there is left reminiscent
of "Maggie" and "The Red Badge," sav
ing color. Of course, there is a blaze of
colors on every page. If, perroice. Crane
should go color-blind, though all his other
faculties remained, he would be a sadly
crippled Crane. And it would be a mis
fortune, for he handles these dashts of
color well.
Uut color and terse sentences are the
only survival or his former self. War
there i& not; poverty there is none, or
vigor, or high and mlgnty things, or
sinister and awful things, in "The Third
Violet." The most aggressive emotion
is a sad, i epressed self-consuming jealousy
At labt lie has gone into love. The story
Founds like TUchard Harding Davis dyed
Jn Crane's colors. The unsympnthctic.anti
Crane faction will find less to cavil at
than in others of his productions For one
tiling, he is prosaically grammatical. But
the pro-Crane faction will find Jess to
enthuse them. I tis the great middle class,
between the two bitter and fulsome par
tics, hut will find rational appreciation
for "The Third Violet."
It is a pretty story of the love of an
artist for an heiress. His model, a sort of
Trilby OTerrcll, watches the trend ol
arrairs with concern, jealousy, heartburn
But the fates favor the lover; no tcllii.j.
what became or her. The trick of sug
gestion is used rreely in the developnien.
of every point, and one sometimes wishes
for directness in the diction, but it i.
always good. Then the book is largely
conversational. The author gives little
play to a former inclination to make
word pictures. Though the story may
add nothing to the reputation of the :.
thor of so fiue a study as "The Red
Badge of Courage," it will give htm audi
ence in a new direction, and with a class
of wider circumference. He has almost
thoroughly relinquished his former self.
He stands between the parallel lines or
his own drawing; to which docs he mean
to conserve? (New York: D. Appletou &
Co Washington: "Woodward & Lothrop.)
It is strikingly appropriate that in the
Great Commander series, which Appl-Jton
has for som-Jciiu'Jbe.sn publishing, the life of
Gen Grant should have appeared this
month. The attention or the nation has
been directed to tills leader the past few
weeks as it has not been before since he
died and was buried twelve years j-go.
The new volnmels significant as. a souvenir
of the dedication or the mausoleum erected
above and to the memory or the greatcom
mander. This, however, Is merely its
Moils! apliu Bey, His Methods, His
Money and Ills Ways.
MuvroyenI Wns n Greek, a Chris
tian nnd a Him About Town His,
Successor Is a FuII-Fledged Otto
uilie and a Diplomat Who Means
The Diplomatic Corps is to life at the
Capital what the horb d'oeuvre are to a
dinner. Itiathecavlare.thfcpate.andgives
to society a piquancy and flavor. The con
stant changing of its peiEouncl makes va
riety. It is never stagnant. Ministers
come and ministers go, the kaleidoscope
'changes add spice nnd excitement
The Turkish legation cannot fall to be
of especial interest Just now, that the
Ottoman empiie is thrashing her poorllttlo
neighbor. The Gieek legation would be of
Interest, too. if there was a Gieek legatiou,
but there is none. There has been none
ilnte Mr. Gennadius took himself ofr in
high dudgeon without making a formal
announcement of his recall to the State
Depaitment or without leaving his p. p. c
cards, and it is not probable that theie
will be one directly. Greece has enough
on her hands without incurring further
expense, and to maintain a legation, even
on a small scale at theCapital of the United
Btates, is notrheap.
The Turkish minister and his secietary,
Beifeden Bey, and comparatively rcceut
additions to the Diplomatic Corps They
came last fall. They brought with them
the atmosphere of the Orient, of Arubia
and the Ind, and they arc ususually pic
turesque, but the successor of the fascin
ating and irresistible Mavroyeni Bey, the
hero of afternoon teas, the heavy society
swell, is an entirely different man from that
lady killer.
Mavroyeni Bey and his successor suggest
Lord Sackvlllc West asd his successor. The
circumstancesthatatteaded the golnghome
of Mavro were not as humiliating as those
that marked the departure of her majesty's
tactless representative, but the men are
very like; they belong to the same type.
They are social stars, and they scintillate
in the boclal flrmaneut with a dazzling
brilliancy thnt the urbane Sir Julian, G.
C B., G. C. M. G. and the amlahio Mous
tapha, the pet ot the Padisha, can never
hope to emulate.
Lord SifckviDe was a finished man of
the world, as clever socially as he was
dense and obtuse officially. His successor
ih a plodder, earnest and painstaking, with
a talent for business a-id a genius for avoid
ing mistakes. Blr Julian was promoted
gradually from an under secretaryship in
the foreign office to his present post, his
first diplomatic position, and in the eight
years he has had cliarge ot Britannia's
affairs at our Capital he has won honor
and commendation. The Queen expressed
her sanction by elevating him from a min
ister to an ambassador.
The gay and dcbonnalre Mavroyeni Is
ucceeded by Moustapha Bey, a name as
common In Turkey as Smith with us, who
1b also a plodder, earnest and painstaking,
Telativo value. It is not .without its im
portance as an achievement in condensa
tion, accuracy, literary grace, and the
addition in pluccs or new and valuable
The historian Is James Grunt "Wilson,
qualiried by endowment, and a life-long ac
quaintance with the subject of his biog
raphy to fittingly accomplish .his-work.
He knew Grant in Cairo, III., in '01. he
served under him at Vicksburg, and the
friendship thus begun continued pleas
antly for a quarter of a century lacking
but one year. The continuity of the asso
ciation and the fervor of the friendship
inevitably begot an Intimacy -which re
vealed the leal character and much of the
personal side or the warrior President's
lire to lis destined historian. The result
ant is not only manifest In the whole tem
perament in which the narrator writes,
but It has enabled him to approach the
controverted points with a measure of as
surance, grounded on knowledge- The very
brevity of the work gives it a firmness
aud coherency which is lacking in diffusive,
apparently studious, ami certainly belabored
histories of greater bulk.
He lound in his friend first of all the
gonitis or common sense," and above this,
nsitwei-c,thcsiiperstructureofa well-founded
character- lie dcscilbed the general
as a wariior who really loved peace, a
mau of p'tie mind and unpolluted tongue,
sympathetic in the picsence of suffering,
unflinching Imfoie an obstacle, single
minded, honest hearted and direct.
Until attention is called to It by Mr
Wilson's it-citation or some of the com
mander's speeches, it escapes one how
brilliantly and elfectivelj he frequently
spoke- It was a Kanms ciltic who said
that "Hamlet" was a good play, but. had
too many quotations in it- He might say
the same of Grant's conversation- Bo
famous have some of his sajings become
that they have giown beyond their moor
ings to him and have swung out Jnto the
general current of unci edited anecdote
How rew there are who know that when
a man about to tell an Indelicate story re
marked, "There are no ladies present,''
it wns Grant who replied; "No, but there
are gentlemen." Again, there Is the witty
rejoinder which sounds like a proverb mid
epigram rolled in one: "It is the business of
a soldipi to beat the enemy whenever and
wherever he meets him. 'IT he can' should
only be thought or arter an unavoidable
dercit." (New York: I) Appleton & Co.
Washington: Woodward & Lolhiop)
We have a question to ask the Bookman
magazine. Or course, this is not the regu
lar and advised way or asking questions
of the nrigaziueiii (what colorislt?) but
the prospect or hanging ourselves on the
large brown book beside the editor's desk
and there accumulate dust from the office
boy' dally morning sweeping while wait
ing for other querists to come ami hang
before us. until there be such an accumula
tion as merits the dignity of place in til
lable or contents. Is not alluring. But ,Ju
question Why Is it. dear Bookman, that
month after month we and other Tender
are regaled with the roll of honor of best
selling books from allpointsof the country
except Washington'.'
It's not, understand, that any one
cares a hang what hooks sell be.it or what
books sell at all, but it's such blow f
our pride. You tell lib that in Salt Lake
City "Children" Is at the top of the list,
while our conviction is spiterully rirm that
nothing could possibly suit those Mormons
better than "Two Women and a Fool."'
"Quo Yutlis" is given first place in Bal
timore, and "That Affair Next Door" is
promoted from an under secretaryship in
the foreign office to his present post. He
may be raised to an ambassadorship-nous
verrons. .
Mavroyeni was a Greek, a Christian, a
cosmopolitan. Moustapha is a Turk ot
the Turks, a Mohammedan and a provin
cial, with inborn prejudices which will
never permit of his being bioadeued (n
certain lines The British ambassador is as
insular as when he started out on Ms
career with a clerkship, and insular he will
always remain. It is impossible for him
to lay aside certain national characteris
tics as to change the color ot his eyes.
But this very Insularity makes him an
excellent representative He can see r.oth
Ing except from a British point of view.
His thoioughly British handling of the uf
fairs of his country in the United States
flatters tiie egotism of the home govern
ment. Whatever he surrenders, whatever
concessions he makes, the impression is
given thathelsthe vlctor.and thattheliou
is always rampant. No foreign minister has
been more typical,-no minister has fol
lowed more closely his home customs, ar.d
when society eats fruit cake with its 5
o'clock tea at the embassy, it is delighted
to bo so very, veiy English doncheiknowV
Sir Julian is popular in London, and he is
not unpopular in Washington.
It will be seen that the squat, swarthy,
black-bearded Mohammedan representative
ot tho Sultan, and the pompous, digiiliiou
ambassador of her imperial majesty have
characteristics in common. Theie are in
rirtents iii their careers that are identical,
aud pointsin their characters susceptible of
comparison. Moustapha is clever. He
made tiie same reputation for excellence
in the foreign office as did Sir Julian, and
he does not owe his position to accident,
but to his record there. HiBSuperiors noted
that hvre was a wise, sare, plodding, little
man who could be trusted. Huwasbi ought
to the notice of bis master.
"In the crucial times before me," said
the ailing Padisha, "I need just ssuch a
person at the Cupital of Uncle Sam." And
so, accordingly, Moustapha has come to
dwell among us, and we must beware of
his subtleties. While he Is on this bide of
the water the affairs of his country will
not surfer. He will plncate us, he will
throw a sop to Cerberus in regard toaffairs
Armenian, he will-seem to surrender much,
but he will surrender nothing "Woe's
me," he will say, ''It I consent to this ti.y'
grave will be the Bosphorus," but he will
receive instead the Padishah's blessing.
Moustapha has come to dwell among us
and has brought his goods and chattels,
nnd a beautiful secretary, Selfcddin Bey.
At least Jenkins finds this youth beauti
ful. He would strike an unpredjudtced ob
server as being a stalwart young Turk, of
Jewish cast of countenance, and pleasing
brown eyes, intelligent and responsive
with a good knowledge of French, rather
commonplace after all, and one to whom
all the stuff that lias been written of him
is anything but Cleastng-
Neither is the mlnisTeflin Adonis or an
Apollo. His appearance is not particularly
prepossessing, and his nationality is
stamped all over him. One misses the
loose trousers, the Jacket and the fez. It
is unfortunate that Moustapha affects
European dress; he would lie- much more
picturesque in native costume. He is
very observing and very flattering to our
country. Everything pleases him. and he
makesno criticisms. This is according to
the ethics of his profession, however. The
criticisms he keeps up his Bleeve for use
with his government.
But since theanival ot Moustapha peace,
good will and brotherly love have not
reigned within the wallB of the Turkish
legation. Selfcddin Bey, who 1b said to
lost, when we neighbors know that every
reading Baltlmorean Ib primurily Interested
in the af fairs next door, i. e., Washington.
They send forty trains a day over ;iere,
they Have newspaper offices as large here
ae at home, and In a dozen ways theymanl
fest an insatiable interest in our affairs.
Louisville Is -supposed to be presently in
terested in "Margaret Ogilvy." Your
correspondent is deceiving you. If he
wrote vivaciously he would acknowledge
that "The Battle or the Bays" has a larger
intercstfor nil Kcntucklnns than any other
book. Youcan'tpltEnglish mothers against
horse races in the Blue Grass region.
Depend upon it, both 8t. Paul and Minne
apolis ace buying up whole editions of "The
Wisdom of Fools," blissfully unconscious
that each believes herself readlngof the oth
er, numor this wounded pride which sores
us in our exclusion aud admit Washington
to the lists. Of course your valued returns
from Indianapolis, Providence, Rochester,
Toledo and Worcester aTC of vastly more
importance, but we offer you the advantage
oran approximately permanent list. At the
top you may keep always "Officeseeklug
Made F.asy; or, Of rices Not Under the Civil
Service," 10 cents at any news stand; and
in second place Kate Thomas' "Washington.
Etiquette," without which no "society
lady," whether she be the wife or a mem
ber from Arizona or Michigan, would feel at
all secure In the third place you could
sarely place that valuable archeological
classic, the Congressional Directory, and
fourthly the Elite List. Portion the rest as
-varying months indicate between Kipling
and Laura Jean Llbbcy. Barrie and the
Duchess or any deserving others.
If, Indeed, as has been Ingeniously sug
gested, there Is a geography of literature,
and New England belongs to Mary E.
Wilkins, Canada to Gilbeit Parker, Vir
ginia to Thomas Nelson Page, Kentucky
to James Lane Allen, the Tennessee moun
tains to Charles Egbert Ciaddock and
lowlands to Opie Held, Georgia to Joel
Chandler Hants, Louisiana to George W
Cable, the Mississippi Valley to Mark
Twain, the Rockies to Btet Huite, then is
Iowa Thanetland-
Octave Tlianet has wiltteu faithfully
and charmingly of the prairie town-people-
She has brought them the ad
miration of leaflets, and she has disclosed
to her readers the primitive but honest
and admlinblc natures of her people-
This she has again done in her new
book. "The Missionary Klierlff." This is
a collection of six stories about Amos
Wickllff. They have a plot value only In
a remote sense, for they arc, primarily,
studies or the charactcrof a man who com
bines executive ability with a strong
will, and a very gentle human nature.
Each of the stories is a focus on someone
of his peculiar characteristics All of
them-are written with exquisite delicacy,
Kvcn in treatmir the apparently rough na
ture or a new commmtty peace officer,
But it is in the discovery and evolvement
or the softer and more human side or a
lough man's nature that furnishes the
original charm of the wort
In the first story, "The Missionary Sher
iff," he has under his charge a young man
with a black criminal record. But the pris
oner hasn mother; the sherifrdlsoovers this
still existanttle, and, with quiet but tren
chant methods, he works upon the flatty
or the man to change his heart. There is
delicious humanity and exquisite pathos
In every paragraph. In "His Duty" he is
long berore, when he suddenly dlwwcrs
thft the man has earnestly reformed.
The other stories are, by name: "The Cab
inet Organ," "The Hypnotist," "The
Next Room" and "The Defeat of Amos
Wicklirr " The defeat Is the conquest of
love (New York: Harpers. Washington:
Woodward & Lothrop.)
Not only tlose few whose pi fsant privi
lege It was to be present at the intellect
ual fetes of the sesqui-centennial of Prince
ton University, but those as well whose
interest In tbe news and activities or
intellectual development attracted their
attention to the accounts of these proceed
ings, will remember the agreeable impres-
be a great favorite with the Sultan, came
to this country as second secrotury, but
he veiy soon superseded the first secie-.
tary, Norighlan EffendT Now, Norigblan
Effcntliand, by the way, he Is sometimes
called Mr. Norighlan Etfendl, has been at
tached to the Turkish legation for years,
hut he was never a favorite with his former
chief. Between Mavro, or Ma vie, as he
was familiarly known by those who loved
him, and NoHghian no nympathy existed.
At the bare mention of hie secretary's
name Mavic Invariably shrugged his shoul
ders and Bmilcd superciliously, and when
ever his chief was spoken of in his pres
ence this worthy was wont to elevate his
eyebrows and sneer audibly.
The minlEtcr andJhe sfeTetnry did not
love each"oTuer. They were never seen
together. They had nothing in common.
It is said that Mavie invariably handed, the
official papers to his secretary with the
tongs, and that the secretary was accus
tomed to fumigate them immediately they
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WMmm IfeftS ' llllll -II smmtlKI fefel M Ifewi if Hlfl Hit KSS11I13 IB V
wmwMmi a :m .ma YMsp'waw5 n
Eion made by tbe lectures on the French
revolution and English literature deliv
ered by Dr. Edward Dowden, professor of
English literature in the University of Dub
lin. Tbe Scribners have In process th
publication of all the lectures delivered at
this celebration, and Dr. Dowden's lec
tures are now Issued.
There are six of them. In substance
they were earlier delivered In Trinity Col
lege, Cambridge, but in their present form
they arc revised, and at points utterly
changed. With deference tologicnl sequence
of facts, thq first is devoted to precursors
of the Revolutionr Englishmen of let
ters, of the bar, and tile miuistry, whose
tendency was toward the eolution of
liberty, personal expression, and the
enthronement of nature and reason- The
bccond Is devoted to the theorists of the
Revolution; the third to the anti-lteyolu-tionidtx,
and Edmund Burkc,'naturally, as
one or the greatest of the contributory
influences; the fourth to the early Revo
lutionary group and antagonists, Southey,
Coleridge, the "Anti-Jacobin," and Burns;
the fifth to recovery and reaction,
as expressed in the school of Words
worth and his friends; and the sixth to
the renewed Revolutionary advance. a3
carried along by Moore, Landor, Bryon
and Bkelle y.
Dr. Dowden's lectures arc valuable con
tributions to the consideration of thelntra
actionary influence of two great historical
forces; emancipation and literature. His
considerations are often, though not al
ways, strikingly new and convincing, but
biifruslug every panigraph and every line
is tiie evident sentient scholarship or a
philosopher, student and savant Ills style
is arid and somewhat tediously conserva
tive to thcholdcxpresslonofthetermsof his
argument, but his lectures are meant to be
readfor the matter, regardless of the man
ner. New York, Scribners; Washington,
Brentano )
Ornithologistsln particular and naturalists
In general will be interested in a new
contribution to the literature of the bird
tribe. Iist week was published "Bird
Lire," by Frank M. Chapman. The author
discloses a thorough acquaintance with
feathered life In nature. He evidently
Joins an appreciative sympathy to his
scholarship. Ills volume makes clear and
Interesting even to the hitnerto unsympa
thetic how very much there is in bird
life that is enjoyable and Instructive, yet
entirely unappreciated. His first chap
tor is an essay on the bird's place In na
ture and its relation to man This he
follows with dissertations on the evolution
of bird life, the forms and uses of the
wing, tall, foot and bill: the colors of
birds, their habits or migration and of
nesting; their voices; a bird biography, or
how to Identirj the reathered creatures,
and a key to the land and water birds of
our country. The value of the text Is
materially enhanced by seventy-five full
page plates and numerous text drawings
bj Ernest Seton Thompson, the author of
"Ai. Anatomy of Animals" and"The Birds
of Manitoba." (New 1'ork: D. Appleton.
Washington: Woodward & Lothrop )
The familiar cover of Lipplncott's Maga
zine, the "Red-headed Magazine," as Bill
Nye facetiously called it, has become a
commonplace of the household, and it
would be a literary misdemeanor tochirnge
it. But the gr.ices of design may be em
ployed Innocently enough, and the Lip
pi nootts have secure:! from the young
artist. Miss Nan W Betts, an adaptation
of the original cover, which preserves all
its old features, while rendering them up
to date in artistic finish. Ml? Betts is
going to be heard from In the world or
design. She has been a promising pupil
or the Pennsylvania Academy or the Fine
Arts in Philadelphia, and hns now em
barked on an art career which piomises
well. Her poster rJr "The Ape, the Idiot,
anO Other. People;" one -or Lipplncott's
most Riicecsmful books ot lhisiyear, Is said
j toibe very odd and attractive, and, like
the magazine cover, to possess the distinct
commercial traits so uncommon in the
work of beginners.
were received. When Mavroyeni's recall
was made public Norighlan 's joy knew no
bounds. He drew hjs salary six nioiths
ahead and feasted riowusly for seven days
and seven nights, i His happiness began
at that date.
But under the new regime the Effendi
is no happier than he was under tho former
one, although at first it looked as if he
would enjoy high favor. Norighlan speaks
English fluently. He has studied the po
litical aud social history of tb,e country;
he is a man or deep and keen observation.
Tho minister, it appeared, underBtooa'hia
value, and placed hlm3e'.fiinder the tutelage
ot bis clever secretary. Never waa'tutor
more d'evoted. He coacLed his chief with
the pleasure a motliefas'ln teaching her
first born. He guided Moustapba's unac
customed steps along the;treacherous sands
of American diplomacy with a facility born
of long and intimate knowledge of its pit
falls. The chief leaned upon the sub
ordinate, and tbe subordinate supported
MAY 23, 1897.
In the Nickel Magazine for June is an
article by a Washington writer, Miss Ina
Capltola Emery, on one of the most pictur
esquely romantic events hi our history, the
John Brown effort to free the bonded
negroes. The man famou3 In songa.s"hang
ing to a sour apple tree" is called the hero
of Harper's Ferry because here culminated
bis Ringle-handed attempt to do what the
unnles of the nation, bucked by the moral
support of a great people, did only after
four years of desperate battle. Hut his
earlier caieerlnKansas.reconnoltcringnnd
massacring, Is full of crude heroism, though
the means and methods seem now to have
been Ill-advised, unnecessary and fanat
ical. In the present article Miss Emery
dwells interestingly on both these epochs
in the famous Abolitionists' career, narrat
ing her history with all the instinct of a
born btory-tcller. It Is an absorbing theme,
anil the writer, sustains Its interest with
potent efrect. The illustrations have been
gathered with evident care and tell the
story In picture as a graphic accompani
ment to the text
Mr. II. G. Wells, whose "Thirty Odd
Stories" was reviewed last week, was
dined by the New Vagabonds Club, in
London, the other day, and in his speech
incidentally brought a fresh method of
grouping to bear upon leviewers. After
describing authors as "seedlinss," Mr.
Wells divided reviewers Into various fam
ilies: slug reviewers, who prey on the
first, tender leaves of authors; bird re
viewers, who peck here and there, and
possibly do damage; heavy i evlewers, who
crush with their feet whole beds of shoots.
Mr. Wells went on to complain of their
methods of irrigation. Some reviewers,
he said, so copiously drench the plants
with the water of flattery as to rot
them at the reots: others withhold water
until the plants aie dried up. Inaddltlon,
there is, of course, the wise, far-seeing
horticulturist, but he is not very com
mon. It was gratifying to this journal to be
among the Tirst to proclaim the greatness
or "King Noanett" when it was last year
published hy Lamson, Wotte & Co. It has
been recently published in England, and
British criticism confirms American Judg
ment of an American book. The Academy
says of it that, It "Is not inferior to the
bewitching 'Lorna Doone.' There nre
many romances in which one would fain
here and there reconstruct a sentence
or obliterate a chapter; but there la nor a
word in 'King Noanett' which we should
wish to change. In its reticent ease, Its
tenderness, its cleanly strength, the story
lb admirable."
A new book, In the Pound tp Win series
for boy readers, is "Bound to Be an Elec
trician; or, Franklin Bell's Success," by
Edward Stratemeyer, author of "Shore
hand Tom." "The Young Auctioneers,"
etc It is a lively story or boy adventure
and genuine American pluck on the part or
the yoti'hful hero, Franklin Bell. He de
ciJes to bean electrician, and goes to work
with a vim at his vocation, but enemies
throw obstacle in his path, and rate nearly
overwhelm' him. A natural honesty, pluck
aud originality conquers adversity, and the
youpg hero comes out vindicated and tri
umphant in theend. The story is wemoiu,
and will surely hold young readers' atten
tin 1 IT they get a rair start into th: dnrt'of
events. (New York: W. L. Allison & Co.;
Washington: Woodward & Lothrop.)
Here are sonic amusing paragraphs from
a Gloucester correspondent's letter to the
Bookman in criticism or Kipling's "Cap
tain Couragco'is:"
"I was much amused with Rudyard Kip
ling's 'Captain Courageous' in McClure's.
I have adored many or his stories, but
when I heard that he was coming here on
a flying visit to study up the fishing, I
was sorry. for l knew he was goliu to
attempt the impossible- I have read some
part. nloud, and it's a miracle how hurd
It is to read. The men's talk is so loaded
and choked up with didactic matter that
it's almost impossible for them to speak.
I used to sit on barrel-heads in my father's
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the burden rapturously. With such a
guide and such a mentor, to what-lielghts
may the minister not have attained?
It was owing to the secretary's influence
that Moustapha Bey arranged his lite on
entirely different lines from his predeces
sors, who lived at the club, and made no
effort, outside of tbo ultra-fashionable set,
to cultivate, fndiplomaticparlance, friendly
Norighlan saw to It that the affairs
of the present minister were otherwise
managed. Moustapha Is rich; very lioh.
He has coffers upon coffers of good Tur
kish gold, some of which la to be circu
lated in this couutry. He took a house in
the faBhionable part of the town. He
equippoQ that house as a minister who
wishes to bo popular In the country to
which he is accredited, should equip a
house. He established the legation here;
he placed the wife ot his first secretary,
Madamo Marie Norighlan, a Juno, ,
woman ot superior tact andjntelllgence-
counting-room and listen to the men before
Kipling was ever bornand, moreover every
one knows that talk flowsl It doesn't
stick and 6hoke like that Probably .Kip
ling couldn't In any other way get In all
the information he had studied up; but
to any one who is -used to sniff salt
water, that production smells of the lamp;
and he has ruined the. talk, which should
be elliptical In the extreme. He began on
the steamer, aud ticketed all the passen
gers coming from different sections; and
they all talked alike, and none of them
like the places they came from.
"Then, too, I suppose Kipling thinks a
black cook the most natural thing in the
world; but on a Gloucester fisherman
it is, to use the idiom of our Mllaneselnnd
lady, 'more rare nor a white lly.' I said
to my brother, 'Look heie and see what
a crew they have! There's a first-class
skipper and an Irishman, a Portuguese, a
farmer, a Pennsylvania man, a black
cook and an idiot.'
" 'Well, said he, 'that's what we should
call a scratch crew.'
" 'Oh! and a man-of-war's man from the
" 'Those people,' remarked my brother,
are liable to be in the cemetery.'
" 'Well,' said 1, 'that's Just where he
got him. For there is one there; 1 saw
his name in the list of tombstone inscrip
tions which the town ordered made; and
then a black cook!'
" Tcs, we had one once. He wasn't a
"This rrom a man who had been fitting
a fleet of eight to fourteen vessels the
best part or his life. I hardly think there's
an Irishman in the whole fleet unless he's
a skipper. They like to stay on shore hero,
and Kipling's man is Mulvaney watered
"Then, as to the man-of-war's man.-tl.c
government used to pay a bounty to the
rirticries, on the ground that the men were
a 'nurpery or the navy, but they did not
prove to. They won't bear the restraint
or the diet; Tor they livelike righting cocks
while at sea, and they insist on puttingall
kinds or stores aboard, such as they would
never think or ordering for their own fami
lies. 'I said, 'he has put a kilhek In the hands
ot a boy cut on the Banks '
" 'Weil! I don't know what one could
do with it out there,' said my brother. 'I
suppose Kipling saw It here under the
shore.' "
James Barnes in entering the lists as a
writer of fiction for young people very
sagaciously chose the field of patriotism
and history. Deeds of valor and adven
ture appeal Irresistibly to the vigorous
imagination ot youth, and when rccourseis
had to history to give substantiation or
the semblance thereof to fiction the com
bination Is even more agreeable tnan Im
agination simple. This author appreciated
this consideration, and it is this happy
choice of material allied to his own girts
of story-telling which recommends his
books to all lovers or wholesome, absorb
ing and withal instructive stories.
Last week a new historical story by Mr
Barnes was puhlished. It Is called "The
Loval Traitor." The time of thi story
is the period of the second war between
theUnited Statesand England, it purports
to be the memoirs ot a sailor, John HurdUs,
which are discovered by the editor and
published The manuscript was found In
an old desk thnt had been hidden away in
thegarret or a shipping otflceinPtonington,
Conn. The story was written in an old
ledger, and parts of it required a great
deal or care In putting together, as the
mice had unfortunately commenced their
destruction. So salth the editor, at least,
and being an upright many we must need
The story is written in the first person
It begins with a description of the boy
hood of John, and suggests from the start
that there is some question of the boy's
family The mystery is not solved anywhere
in the book, but enough Is hinted to sug
gest that iiurdlss belongs to the French
nobility. Hurdiss' mother dies, and the
loss of a trunk by fire destroys the last
the only wife of Norighlan, by the way, In
evidence-at the head of the .legation.
She received and entertained, the latch
string of the legation wasalwaysout.nnd
Norighlan was happy; his only regret
that Mavle could not witness his happi
ness; that he could not triumph over his
former chief; but there was a serpent tn
his Eden, and that serpent was Selfcddin
Bey. How he managed it will never be
known; but Norlghian was displaced and
Selfcddin, the beautiful Selted-lln, las
succeeded him, and Norighlan, poor No
righlan, weeps, and walls, and gnashes
his teeth while waiting for orders.
Advantages of Ague.
Hobson-nave you any mosquitoes where
you live in Jersey?
Dobson Millions; but everybody has the
chills and fever, and we shake so that the
mosquitoes can't stay long enough in one
place to stlng.-Nf. Y. Advertfser.
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source from which John might leam th
history ot his family. Die then goes to
Stoaington, and thence runs away to sea.
H e is captured In a naval engagement, takea
to England as a prisoner, escapes and falU
among Frenchmen, who turn out to be
his relatives. With them, he, somewhat
against his will, Joins In a plan to over
throw Napoleon, but in crossing the chan
nel he escapes from these too zealous
friends and rejoins the American service.
Finally, on the ocean, he meets Mary Tan
npr, whom he had known as a boy In Stoa
ington, and the book ends In a love stdry.
(New York: Harpers. Washington: Wood
ward & Lothrop.)
Speaking ot Ferdinand Brunetiere, tba
eminent French litterateur who has been
in this country some time lecturing on
French literature in Baltimore, Boston and
New 1'ork, the Book Buyersays: "M. Bru
netiere has not as yet made known his im
pression, of our civilization and institutions.
It is, however, to be hoped that when the
time comes he will show a disposition to
deal more fairly with us than his Ameri
can critics have shown in dealing with him;
or, at least, t lose critics who. without tak
ing the trouble to listen to M Bruuetlere's
lectures, or to make themselves familiar
with his published works, have character
ized him as a belated survivor of a mori
bund classicism. It Is true that the dis
tinguished editor and academician op
poses certain literary tendencies of tho
day, but it is not true that he has closed
his rnlnd to what is contemporaneous
either in the literature or In the art of hia
country. One need not resort to paradox
to prove that, rbr all his devotion to Bos
suet, M. Brunetiere Is, in his own way,
quite as modern as either M. AnatolF ranee
or M. Jules Lemaitre, who are his severest
critics. If proof is needed by those wno
did not hear his Lenox Lyceum lectures,
his volume entitled 'Casals sur la Littera
ture Coatemporaine,' which was published
five years ago, may be appositely cited. The
volume is made up for the most part, if
not entirely, from articles contributed by
M. Brunetiere to the Revue des Deux
Mondes, while he was still in charge of its
literary department. These essays, four
teen in number, reveal an aspect of the
critic's mind which Is thoroughly and un
qualifiedly modern. They show him as a
close student of the most contemporaneous
tendencies. To say that his knowledge im
plies his approval of what heobserves would
be to confess oneself singularly ignorant
of M. Brunetiere's critical atticude. The
fact is that the editor of the Revue des Deux
Mondes Is eloquent mainly over his aver
sions. On the other hand, in contradistinc
tion to his detractors, he has a literary
ideal, and is without question the most
potent force in contemporary French criti
cism. From an American point of view, hia
critical work ought to be highly accepta
ble." It Is not proposed to Institute a contro
versy over the question whether Emerson
ever laughed or not. There are more
important matters in the world; yet, even
when there are concessions on both sides,
it is amusing to bring together the mate
rials for a "deadly parallel column." Mrs.
Lathrop, for example, in her "Memories
of Hawthorne," says of Emerson: "I have
yet to learn that any one heard him laugh
aloud which pastime he has tailed, with
certainly a familiar precision that indi
cates personal experience, a pleasant
spasm,' a 'muscularlrritation.' " And hero
is the testimony on the other side, from Mrs.
Fields "Authors and Friends." "He had
had many reservations with regard to Dick
en0. He could not easily forgive any ono
that made him laugh immoderately. Tho
first reading of 'Dr. Marlpold in Boston
was an exciting occasion, and Emerson
was invited to 'assist.' After the reading
he sat talking until a very IaU- hour, for ho
was taken by surprise at the novelty and
artistic perfection of the performance- His
usual calm had quite broken down under It;
he had laughed as if he might crumble to
pieces, his face wearing an expression ot
absolute pain; indeed the scene was so
strange that it was mirth-provoking to
those who were near."
Tho Victorious Turkish General a,'
Young 3Jnn.
Edhcm Pasha understands war thorough
ly, but it took him a little time to appreciate
the functions of a war correspondent. He
seemed to think that the latter should be
hedged about by many restrictions, ten
derly rostered, and safely deposited dur
iaga battleamongthebaggageanimalsand
knights of the hospital. It was some time
before he realized that the expectation of
witnessing and describing a battle was tho
one thing which procured him the honor of
these gentlemen's company in his camp.
One anxious morning, at a time when war
was thought to be imminent, on sending
round to headquarters, it appeared that
the general and all his staff had flitted
during the night, and had gone no man
would say whither. No orders had been left,
and the guards would allow no one to
pass. Here was a case of dire disappoint
ment, but no man would run the gantlet
of an Albanian guard with impunity.
When the general returned a joint repre
sentation was made, and he was entreated
not to allow this kind of thing to occur
again. He expressed his penitence and
promised a timely warning of an unex
pected move.
It may be interesting to mention that
Edhem Pasha, the central figure of thin
little world, is about forty-five years of
age, though, he looks older. He Is rather
atove middle height, and wears a short,
thick black beard, already flecked with
gray. His nose is straight ar.d rat tier Iog,
but his most interesting feature Is his gray
eyes, which are large and intelligent
His manner Is very attractive a mixture
or that courtesy and dignity which are not
uncommon among Turkish officers. Ho
does not strike one as a strong man physi
cally, though I am told he is a bard worker
and does not spare himself. His manner
of talking is as a rule quiet, and marked
by much refinement and gravity; but it
grows animated when a subject kindles"
his interest, and his eyes glow with en
thusiasm Itisdifficult to jndgeof aman's;
sense of humor through the barriers of a -strange,
language. His style of life is sim
ple, and he has none of the Oriental loveot
In character he seems to be straightfor
ward and sincere, frank and truth-loving.
Trickery and intrigue, diplomacy and poli
tics he alike detests. His subordinates and'
those who see him more Intimately ore
very fond of him. "He treats us," one of. "
the aides-de-camp said to me.'not as a
superior, but as a father." Edhem Pasha
is very proud ot his army. "The Greeks
report." im said, "that we have no cavalry.
They should see our Circassian horsemen."
A bund of Greek Irregulars had crossed the
frontier and fired on the Turkish troops.
I asked him whether there was any chance
of reprisals. "No," he answered proudly,
"wa do not make war In that dirty fashion."
No one could deprecate bloodshed more
than the present writer. But sometlm-s
It is difficult to repress the feeling that
such excellence of machinery and arrange
ments should be put to a practical test, and
that so much devotion and courage should
not remain entirely dumb and without ex
pression An army without a battle is like
a Parliament without talk or a rac meet
ing without horses. -London Telegraph.
Virtue by Compulsion.
"Papa, that little lioy next door makes
faces at me all the time."
"Well, don't let me hear cr your throw
ing any stonc3 at him."
"Noslr-r can't; they've got their fly
1 screens Id." Detroit Tree Press
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