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The editor of the Saturday Press, the
organ of the State Grange, assumes an at
titude of disapproval toward the Guild of |
Letters, which he incorrectly styles "The I
Authors' Guild,"' for its action in publish
ing Miss Coolbrith's poems through an
Eastern house. He assails the consist
ency of "raking together a pile of Califor
nia dollars wherewith to purchase a Bos
ton inscription for the cover of a Califor
nia book," and with a logic which he
would repudiate were it applied to the
marketing of prunes and potatoes, which
are the more legitimate subjects of
his editorial opinionings, questions the
right of a book so published to be called a
"California book." This self-appointed de
fender of California's literary honor fur
What, hy the way, is a "California book?"
Is it chiefly a book "that cannot get published
in other ways than by subscriptions of Cali
fornia coin? Is it a book that cannot get pub
lished freely by established firms, whose busi
ness it is to "publish books? If 60, what
evidence bare we that the world of letters
needs California book*' And if the world of
letters does not need California books, how
do California books serve any creditable pur
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Probably no move for the advancement
of California's interests, social, literary or
commercial, has ever come into promi
nence unattended by the braving? of the
uncomprehending. The Guild of Letters
has, of course, to come in for its share of
misapprehension, but one would hardly
look for it to come from this source. Be
cause his shrewd constituents, the Gran
gers, combine to send their products to an
Eastern market, to be disposed of through
Eastern commission-houses, would the
Press editor's bucolic fancy question the
right of those products to claim the adjec
tive Californian ? There are certain commer
cial laws that apply to poetry, as well as to
potatoes, and one of these ii that both these
commodities must be put upon the market
by those whose business it is to handle
them for this purpose. Unfortunately,
however, r>oetry suffers in the marketing
from a misapprehension on the part of
some that it is not one of the necessaries
of life. T::ere are probably not three
writers of verse in America to-day who
could find a publishing-house willing to
undertake the publication of his verse and
trust to the sale of the book for remunera
tion. Publishers say this frankly and are
not ashamed. Volumes of verse do not
command a ready sale.
That even publishers may be at times in
error is evidenced by the fact that the en
tire edition for this coast of Miss Cool
brith's poems was exhausted within a
fortnight after the book reached San Fran
cisco. It has, in fact, had the most unpre
cedented success of any book of verse that
has been published of late years.
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In this connection it may be of interest
to state something of the way in which
"Songs From the Golden Gate" came to
be published. It was not "by subscriptions
of California coin." nor by the "raking
together of California coin." The California
field of letters consisted originally of half
a dozen cultured men and women, who
desired to do something to further the
cause of letters on ibis coast. By one of
this coterie the question of publish ing Miss
Coolhrith's poems was laid before the
others, and the problem of meeting the
expense was solved by the simple process
of one member writing a check therefor,
while the others undertook to make the
necessary business arrangements attend
ant upon finding a suitable publisher and
bringing the boot before the public.
In due course of time, but only
after all arrangements had been
completed and these members of the
guild had undertaken the publication, at
their own risk, an associate membership
was established, which promises to become
an honor to Californian culture. The
manuscript was sent East, partly from a
very laudable desire on the part of the
guild to make their venture under the
very best auspices possible, partly to com
mand for it that Eastern market which
could scarcely be reached by them with
the facilities at hand upon this coast.
They did not send Mias Coolbrith with the
manuscript. She still remains with us, an
honor to artistic California, and her poems,
redolent of the bills and valleys, the
streams and forests of this great State,
which she has so loved and sung, speak for
California art East as well as West of the
OJ THE HOOK MART.
The booksellers report a lively trade for
the week. Popular books of the hour
maintain a steady demand, and new pub
lications are read with avidity.
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In the oldest cities of the East no greater
interest is manifested in current litera
•*• • *
The latest works of the popular authors
are awaitrd with impatient expectancy,
and quite frequently the local dealers are
unable to meet the first demand made on
them by our extensive reading classes.
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Strange to say, "Chimmie Fadden's"
successor, from the pen of Townsend,
"The' Daughter of the Tenements," is
having a very poor sale. The admirers of
Mr. ' Townsend's work predicted a great
success for his second novel, and the book
sellers prepared to meet the demand by
laying in large stocks. The apparently in
explicable lack of popularity of ''The
Daughter of the Tenements" is attrib
uted to the price at which the book is
placed, for it has merit. Readers who are
willing and able to pay 50 cents for a novel
I are numbered by the thousand, while
| those who read $1 75 books are limited to
; the hundreds. r .f the publishers had given
I the literary world "Chimmie Fadden's"
; successor in a 50-cent edition the sale
would doubtless have been as large. There
; can be no other reason, for '"The Daughter
of the Tenements," though differing wide
ly in style from ihe author's tirst book, is
equally as good.
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Amoncthc new books of the week not
: included in the review columns are: ''The
Civil Highwayman," by Elizabeth Phipp
Train; -'A Three-Stranded Yarn," by
! Clark Russell; "Oakleigh," Ellen Douglas
Deland; "Dorothy and other Italian
: Stories," Constance Fenimore Woolson;
I "Sorrows of Satan," Maria Corvette;
; "People We Pass," Julian Kalph.
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One of the leading sellers of the week,
following close on the heels of "Bonnie
i Briar Bush"' and "The Day? of Aaid Lang
1 Syne, " by MaeLaren, and "The Prisoner
of Zenda," by Hope, is "The Pved Cockade,"
••• • •
It is interesting to note that the two
! books most popular with the reading pub
lic during the past year have also fur
oisued the material for two of the most
i popular plays, "Trilby" and 'The Prisoner
lof Zenda." They have been almost as
much of a run at the hands of the
i dramatist, if not quite equal to
their literary rogue. The subtle quali
ties of "Trilby** are not, and could not be,
: transferred to the stage, says the Book
inii'i, and had the book not been so widely
| read, it is almost certain the play would
not be a success. It would hardly be In
telligible, in fact, to a person unfamiliar
with the novel.
••• • •
The same criticism does not apply to the
"Prisoner of Zenda." Those who are not
acquainted with the book will find the
play, 80 say the critics, one of vivid in
terest. Edward Rose, who dramatized
the novel in collaboration with Mr. Hope,
is already known as a successful dramatic
••• • •
Anthony Hope is but 32 years of age,
and with one or two notable exceptions
few authors of the present century have
attained t ne s?me degree of celebrity and
popularity at his years. His first novel,
I "A Man of Mark," published at his own
' expense in 1889, was a financial failure.
Its recent publication, however, has made
amends for its tirst reception. At that I
time he was practicing law, and looked ou \
the profession as his career in lite. He j
wrote simply for amusement. His second
I book, "Father Stafford," published in
I 1890, was not a success financially. Some
of his subsequent short stories attracted
attention, but the reading public waited
| for "The Prisoner of Zenda" before ac
j knowledging his inherent and pre-eminent
genius as a novelist.
••• • •
Mr. Hope, one of the leading literary
journals says, has had several flattering
invitations "to make a lecturing tour in
America. He has declined them all. and
thereby shows remarkably good taste and
judgment for one so yoang and successful.
It took a year to revive the sale of Dickens'
works after bis lecture tour.
•*• • •
H. Rider Haggard's new novel, "Joan
I Haste," to which reference was made last
week, 'is a wide departure from tbatversa
* tile author's usual style. Critics claim
(that it. would make a vividly interesting
dramatization. The main incidents would
have a line scenic effect on the boards.
At a dinner of the Authors' Club in
London, given in honor of Mr. Haggard,
Sir Walter Besant regaled the members
I with some pleasant observations on his
three favorite books. He said: "The first
of these is Zola's TAssommoir.' The
second is 'She,' which I r: j ad in a single
' night. It was impossible while the book
! was in my hand to take my eyes from a
single page. The third is 'The Light That
Failed."' These three books simply seized
me. Written by different authors, yet all
have the same iirm grip — by which I mean
that if you becrin them you simply have to j
go on with them."
•** * *
Just at present the bookmen on both
sides of the big pond are watching with
interest the experiment being made by
French authors in publishing their own
I writings. If it should prove successful
I many of the copyright and other problems
which confront the author will have been
A prettier piece of pure old-fashioned
realism was never contributed t:> Ameri
can literature than '-Eunice Quince," by*
Danl Conyn^'ham. It is a New England
romance. The scene is not laid in the lat
ter part of the last century or the early
part of this; that field has been overwell
tilled. "While being old-fashioned the
story is of the present day, and the inter
est, therefore, is less of the opitaphic than
the living character. Queenston, a small
village not far from Boston, settled in the
latter part of the seventeenth century and
but little changed in size and general ap
pearance since its birth, is the theater of
the leading events in the narrative. It is
one of those old-fashioned hamlets of |
which there are many to be found to-day, i
not only in New Englind but in New |
York Pennsylvania and Ohio and some of
the Southern States. The inhabitants
were born and reared there as their fathers
and grandfathers before them. While the
world outside has undergone many trans
formations Queenston remains unchanged.
A picture of one of these old towns is
readily suggested to the mind's eye. The
stirrifig events of the J ear are limited to
an occasional marriage, birth or death,
and when a new family takes up its abode
within the quiet precincts something like
a genuine sensation ensues. To many the
memory of such an old town causes a
moisture of the eye and a flutter of the
Eunice Quince, the heroine of the story,
is a typical New England maid of the gen
teel class. She has had a course at one of
iiiE wajn JbRAINCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, DECEMBER J, 1895.
the old-established and prim seminaries in
Boston, and, after a season in New York,
return.! to her New England home a sliort
time before the death of her maiden aunt,
with whom she and a younger brother had
lived since little children. She has a
lover — a "city chap" — and in their court
ship is centered much of the romantic in
terest of the tale, though not all. In the
daily history of the little village and its
doings the reader is made familiar with
the loves ami sorrows of its simple house
holds, and when one lays the book down
at the end of the chapter it is like bidding
adieu to pleasant friends with whom one
has spent a lazy, happy summer away
from the rush and turmoil of the busy
city. [Lovell, Corycll & Co., New York.J
THE "COMEDY" OF SEtfTMEW.
The old saying, "'Nothing succeeds like
success," receives new illustrations every
day. Even bygone failures are not infre
quently clothed with an appearance of
having deserved to succeed, when seen
through the light cast by some notable
success of him who made tho failure. Dr.
Mux Nordau is the latest writer to f urni3h
examples of this familiar truth. He had
written several books before his work on
"Degeneration" appeared, and now that it
has attracted the attention of the world,
his early efforts are being republished,
translated and put forward to share In
the sudden interest awakened in the works
of the author.
One of these early works translated and
recently issued in this country is "The
Comedy of Sentiment," a story of an ad
venturess who seeks to dupe into marriage
a good-hearted and learned but not very
strong or clear-headed professor. The ad
venturess;, who is living on the edges of
society and is in imminent danger of be
ing pushed out by reason of her free and
easy conduct, has* little difficulty in en
gaging the professor in an intrigue and
getting him so involved with her that he
rinds it no easy task to extricate himself.
The book is about as "degenerate-'' as
any of those which Nordau has made his
fame by denouncing. The woman is
vicious, the man is a fool; her passion is
vile and his is morbid. Realism might be
the justification of such a study were it
not thai realism Itself is sacrificed in the
end in order to satisfy conventional mo
rality by saving the weak man from the
wiles of the wicked woman. If the other
early works of the author arc like this,
Kordau will prolit nothing by having
them republished. At best they can bo
sold only on the reputation he has made
by his famous book on "Degeneration,"
and they will detract from that reputation
in the minds of all who read them.
In "The Comedy of Sentiment" there is,
in fact hardly a genuinely artistic feature.
There is neitlser wit, pathos nor passion,
. and if there was any charru of literary
style in the original, it has been lost in the
translation. From beginning to end it is
i but little more than a police court record
of the attempt of an adventuress to en
trap a respectable citizen, though of course
J it i.s written with more elaboration than is
usually given to accounts of such attempts.
Like all realistic stories it claims to teach
a moral, but as in this case the moral i 3
i the old familiar one "avoid bad company,"
it was hardly necessary to write ii disagree
able novel to inculcate it. ["The Comedy
of Sentiment," Dr. Max >ordau. New
York and Chicago: P. Tennyson Neely.
Price, $1 50. J
The title of James L. Ford'? latest novel !
is rather misleading. Dolly Dillenbeck is
the hero and not the heroine of the ro- !
nianco. There is a forcible lesson con- j
tamed in the record of Dolly's career, but !
that is about all. As a novel it falls short i
of the standard of literary excellence es- j
tabhshed by Mr. Ford's former works, !
and it is lacking in moving interest, !
but in the study of character development
the author has shown his power. Dolly is
the son of a wealthy New York business j
man. His mother has notions pc- j
culiarly her own about the training
of their only child, and in conse- i
quence he is kept in ignorance
of tnat world's knowledge which consti- j
tutes the averace schoolboy's stock in
trade at 15. When Dolly is IS he is as '
ignorant as most b->ys half his age, and on
the death of his father and mother a few ;
years later he i 3 wholly unqualified for the
DOSition he is called on to fill as the sole j
heir to a large estate. The consequences !
may be foreseen. As the natural result of j
his mother's early and misguided training
he becomes the prey of unscrupulous men,
who lieip him to dissipate his fortune and ■
give him in exchange what Holmes says is
far more valuable than the "cackles of j
that old hen experience" — her real eggs.
But nun followed inevitably on the heels
of excess. Trie story leaves a bad taste.
[George H. Richmond 6c Co., publishers,
SHOULD WOHEiV VOTE?
There have been many novels of late
dealing with international marriages, and
now a new one appears discussing that
subject in connection with the question of
female suffrage. The book bears as a title
the question, "Shall Women Vote?" and
purports to be written by "A Bachelor."
The general method of treatment is satiri
cal, but there are many passages of a more
serious and earnest nature. The scenes of
the story are laid in^ Newport, Vassar,
Rome and the Santa Cruz Mountains.
Thp incidents are few and simple. An
Italian DObleman named "Prince Co
lombo" makes a visit to Newport for
the purpose of winning the hand of an
American heiress, and there is very nearly
duped into a marriage with a Boston girl,
Miss Sorosia Blackstone, who passes for a
rich woman, by paying the newspapers to
advertise her as such in their social
columns. Escaping from this woman, the
Prince meets a California girl, a graduate
of Vassar, and marries her. The couple
live in Rome fora time, but the Prince
soon develops into a drunkard and gam
bler, and the Princess, in order to save
herself from his bad treatment, takes
her child und returns to America to
claim the protection of her father. Ihe
euthor'sargumentisthat American women
arc so fond of titles they are not lit to vote
in a republic. The story is merely a
sketch, and while there are some clever
things in it, there is very little of force or
vivacity either in the characters or in the
pictures of society.
["Should Women Vote?" By A Bache
lor. New York: Paul Morse, publisher.
Price, cloth covers, 75 cents.]
MY JAPANESE IDYL.
There is something so ethereal, so little
of this earth, about this charming idyl of
Clive Holland's that the idea of its ever
having any other setting than that afforded
it in chrysanthemum land strikes chill
ingly upon the mind. It is quite painful
to think of poor little Mousme transported
to England, to run the gantlet of half a
dozen insular brothers and sisters in-la\v.
One is prompted to echo with dismay,
rather than in amusement, the startled ex
clamation of Kotmasu, the Anglo-Japanese
student, "Imagine Mousme In the Strand !"
It hurts the sense of artistic unity. And
one has, moreover, an uncomfortable sense
of the probable feelings of "Sister Lou," a
worthy Belgravian matron, called upon to
introduce her quaint little sister-in-law to
her dear 000 friends. However, Mr.
Holland does not really make us
follow his Japanese wife into the
London fog. He only shows us a part
ing glimpse of her, watching the
receding shores of Japan from the deck
'of the outgoing steamer, and asking her
English husband "if England is like
Japan." We are left quite free to believe
that Mousme died on the voyage home;
that her flower-like spirit fluttered back to
her own lovely land, and that "the butter
fiy with a heart" never lived to be impaled
upon any long pin of British propriety,
there to* writhe and die piecemeal. The
little volume is gotten up in style fti dainty
as its contents, but the publishers have
spoiled a pretty effect by placing their im
print, like a patent-medicine firm's adver
tisement, along tho rail of the quaint
Japanese balcony that adorns the front
cover. [New York: Macruillan & Co. For
sale at the Popular Bookstore, San Fran
cisco. Trice, 75 cents.]
OTHER TIMES AND OTHER SE.ISOXS.
Lawrence Hutton. the genial reviewer
for Harper's Magazine, has somewhere —
must have, judging by some of the books
he has put out — a sort of mental cache, in
which he has stored certain curious col
lections of out-of-the-way knowledge from
which he draws from time to time for the
amusement and edification of the less
erudite. The present little volume com
prises fifteen essays, in which Mr. Hutton
traces the origin of some of our modern
games and customs, and the beginning of
the observance of some of the days we
Some of the essays are very interesting.
Devotees of "the gridiron" will be in
terested to note that the Greeks and
liomans played football, and that as far
William Le Qucux.
back as 1583 Master Philip Stubbes, in his
"Anatomic Abuses" was as bitter in his
denunciation of tiiegame as any modern
diatribist. It will be news to mo3t that
ancient legend speaks of Joan of Arc as a
tennis player, fend that women prize
iijihters are not a tin tie siecle institution.
There is a readabk' essay on golf and its
traditions, and another on transportation,
beginning with the first transport, of which
we have any record, and which was
called Noah's ark. Boatraces. tobacco,
coffee, Mayday, Good Friday and the Fifth
of November are some of tne other
ftttsays, mid the closing one. on Christmas
day, gives a great deal of interesting in
f(<Mnation concerning this mo.st popular
of holidays. [New York: Harper «fe Bros.
Trite 70 cents. J
PRACTICAL CHRISTIAN SOCIOLOGY.
Earnest Christian workers will appre
ciate this new work. It contains the very
latest thoughts on this subject. Dr. Wil
bur F. Crafts is an acknowledged authority
on any subject to which he gives his mind.
The volume before us discusses present
problems on the basis of the late3t fact 3
and figures. The first part of the book is
mostly occupied with the lectures which
the author delivered in February of this
year before Princeton Theological Semi
nary on invitation of the faculty, whose
unqualified indorsement of the fairness,
thoroughness and ability shown in the
lectures is given in the form of introduc
tory letters. These lectures discuss tem
perance, Sabbath reform, gambling, puhty,
civil strvice, ballot reform, municipal re
form, education, immigration, divorce,
woman suffrage and all the otner social
problems, not separately but in their rela
tions to each other as Darts of one great
problem, which is presented from the
standpoints, first, of the church; second,
of the family and education; third, of
capital and labor; and fourth, of citizen
ship. These lectures are illustrated.
One of the valuable features of the book
is the abundant indexes, including a Bible
index, an index of modern authors (juoted.
an index of places sociologically considered,
and a very full topical index which is both
alphabetical and analytical.
Marie St. Felix lias followed her story,
"Two Bad Brown Eyes," with a sequel,
"Patricia," and the seqnel, like the first
story, deals with the shady side of life.
Between the two there is, however, this
difference. In "Two Bad Brown Eyes"
we are told of a wicked woman's plan
to avenge herself on her seducer hy
bringing about the ruin of bis daughter.
In the sequel we have a story of the
woman's repentance and her effort to
atone for it. She succeeds in getting the
deceived irirl safely married to ttie man
who had ruined her, but ihe result is by
no means satisfactory, und after a short
married life, full of disappointment, the
poor girl commits suicide, and so ends the
tale. It is not a pleasant story, nor a
strong one, and will bo pleasing only to
those who like their light literature to be
very linht indeed.
["Patricia," Marie St. Felix. New York:
The Merriata Company. Price in paper
covers, 50 cents.]
FROEBEI/S " MOTHER PLAY."
Kimiergartners and those bavin}; in
charge the education and training of chil
dren will welcome this translation in Ap
pleton's International Education Series of
the mottoes and commentaries of Fried
rich Froebol's "Mother Play." A number
of the poems in the book have been trans
lated by Emily Huntington Miller and
new music lias been composed for them by
noted English composers. The quaint
illustrations, prepared under Froebel's
supervision, have been reproduced from
the beautiful edition of Wichard Lange,
now out of print and not easy to obtain.
The mother conimiininers and mottoes
have bean rendered into English verse by
Henrietta B. Eliot, while the prose trans
lations are by Susan E. Blow, who also
adds an interesting introductory treatise
on the philosophy of Froebel. [New York:
D. Appleton & Co. For sale by Doxey,
San Francisco. Price, $1 50.]
THE FLOWER OF ENGLAND'S FACE.
This is the attractive and poetic title
given by Julia C. R. Dorr to a pleasant
little volume of sketches of travel in
England during the Queen's jubilee year.
The party of which Mrs. Dorr was one
sought rather to bring away a few well-re
membered and clearly defined impressions
than to "take in" everything, and her
sketches form a readable record of those
impressions. It is somewhat difficult to
write freshly and entertainingly of so
thoroughly bewritten a subject as English
travel, but a clever, cultured woman can
always see and record things worth read
in- of, anct this is what is done in the pres
ent work. [New York: Macmillan & Co.
Tor pale by the Popular Bookstore, San
Francisco. Price. 75 cents.]
THE LEGEND OF AULUS.
Mr. Doxey is to be congratulated upon
the exceeding beauty of form in which lie
has put out this little volume of poems by
Flora Macdonald Shearer. In point of
fact it is one of the most beautiful books of
the season. The printing is by Murdock,
from type procured by Dosey expressly
for this work, and the title page is an ex
ceedingly artistic design by Gelett Bur
gess. The book is tastefully bound in one
of the new English cloths so popular this
season, with full gilt side and back in
original and appropriate design.
This much for the architectural features
of this venture from a Californian pub
lisher. Of Miss Shearer's verse, it may be
said that it is worthy of its environment.
The basis for "The Legend of Aulus" is to
be found in the Gesta Romanorum, from
which so many of our English poets have
drawn themes and inspiration, and Miss
Shearer has given us the tradition in easy,
stately and often picturesque, albeit some
what bookish verse. Her pong has, in
fact, to a marked degree this bookish note.
Her lines are classical, correct and pleas
ing, oven when one detects in them a
slight reminder of the midnight oil, strange
and not unwelcome amid the wayward
pipings of our move untrammeled bards.
There is great beauty in many of her con
ceptions, as in the stately sonnet, "Wake
Not the Gods":
Wake not the dreadful gods: we say tnelr sleep
Will last unbroken through the centuries:
•But should we err, assuredly for these ' :
Our halcyon days we shall be made to reap
A bitter harvest. " Over us shall sweep
The wrath which no oblation may appease.
Since it mislikes them that their slaves- should
One hour wherein they may forget to weep.
For this, for this the gods are envious,
Never for them the unforeseen delight,
The uncertain rapture which must have an end,
Yet, while it lasts, illumes the world for us,
The summer lightning of life's stormy night,
When soul draws nigh to soul, and friend meets
In "Vale Atque Vale" we get a bit of the
singer's philosophy, which, however,
strikes a hopeless note that is not always
present in her song:
For me, I never know thp way
To gain the rrowns of life—
A chance spectator of the fray,
A watcher of the strife.
And so it is not hard for one
With naucht to loso or win,
To mark the setting of the sun
And see the night begin.
One turns from this with a feeling of re
lief to the rather stern admonition to Cali
fornia that closes her fine sonnet to the
Andy; t. beware! much cold can dull the train,
lan close the springs of fancy and destroy
The sou! v. i h so.v ami sulitlc alchemy—
A baser nice may r,»e to live for gain:
Pitiful diilltr is nit;,' thy spoils enjoy,
And tliou, thyself, be but a mockery.
In all there are less than a score of
poems in the volume, but they are full of
promise. We may yet look for greater
things from the writer of the beautiful
poem, "To Robert Louis Stevenson,"
which, more than any of the others, rises
to the heights of life itself— which is even
greater than art. [San Francisco: Wil
fiam Doxey, publisher. For sale at the
THE MB OF FATE.
This is Kate Lilly Blua's first attempt at
book-ruauwig. As the author in her pre
face says she has two brothers in our army a
critic takes up the volume with some trepi
dation for fear of the personal consequences.
But really Lilly Blue ought to have some
body tell her for the rake of her second at
tempt that such gems as "a sneer frozen on
hi* mustached lips, a look of strong surprise
fixed forever on his features," do not
move in the first literary society. There
is in fact a great deal too much of that
heavy mustache in the book. It penetrates
everywhere, coupled often with voting
women in Mile green mulle and pink and
gray tea gowns. The tale has a large per
centage of tragedy in it and is of the gen
eral style of the to-b'j-continued-in-our
nexc yarns that appear in Hash weekly
journal?. The author should remember
tinit in the picturing of living flesh and
blood neopte, with all their hopes and
fears, it is not absolutely necessary at im
portant crises to note that the heroine
wore a crimson tea gown trimmed with
black fur. It is a naavy romance, so the
author says. It certainly will give theme
for gossip" in the idling moments of ward
room sociability. [Charles H. Kerr & Co.,
Chicago. For sale by the San Francisco
AMOK THE PUEBLO ISDMKB.
This is an exceedingly handsome vol
ume of travel sketches among a very in
teresting people. The travelers and writers,
Cari and Lilian AVestcott Eickraeyer, are
evidently pec^le of culture and also capi
tal amateur photographers. The book is
profusely illustrated from photographs
taken by the authors and the pictures are
for the most part well reproduced. They
constitute, however, the chief interest of
the book. Of the three travelers, the Eick
meyers and the camera, the latter seems
to have been by far th»> best observer. At
all events it has recorded its observa
tions in a far more entertaining way
than either of its human companions
has succeeded in doing. It is rath
er a curious circumstance that two
bright youiiL' people traveling by prairie
schooner through a comparatively un
known ami genuinely romantic reekm
should have produced so commomplace a
record of their journey. Their work reads
like a guide-book with none of the pleas
ant experienced touches that even guide
book literature sometimes manages to ex
exhibit. One feels an entire absence of
human sympathy between the writers and
their surroundings and turns ever with re
lief from tlie dull, statistical pages to the
speakinc pictures- which really make the
book. [New York: The Merriam Com
pany. For sale at the Popular bookstore,
San FranciscQ. Price $175.]
UDDER A MYSTIC SPELL
A collection of short stories by Harold
Leslie, published in Griffith's West Coast
Literature series. This is an occasional
issue of booklets, edited by Lorenzo Sosso
and Frederick L. Griffith. There are five
tales in the book, none of them more than
mediocre, and all dealing the mysterious.
"Under a Mystic Spell" is a rather silly
mixture of love and pseudo-occnltism, and
none of the stories appear to have any
particular motif beyond the author's in
terest in, and rather superficial knowledge
of. Eastern mysticism. [San Francisco:
Griffith Publishing Company, 1035 Howard
street. Price CO cents. For sale by Payot,
Upham & Co.]
This is a story about cats, by Marion
Martin. The scene is laid in San Fran
cisco. It is ostensibly for children, but
older people will enjoy the tale. It has
six full-page half tones, reproduced from
paintings by Mnie. Henrietta Ronner, the
most famous living painter of cats; also
forty-two unique etchings in the text.
[Published by Laird & Lee, Chicago; illu
minated cover; 50 cents.]
AS THE WiM BLOWS.
A pleasing story, by Eleanor Merron,
who has won for herself no small measure
of fame on the stage, as well as with her
pen. "As the Wind Blows" is a tale hing
ing upon the complications arising from a
secret marriage, which proves, after all, to
FACSIMILE OF THE COVER OF FLORA MACDONALD SHEARER'S NEW BOOK.
[Designed by Bruce Porter.]
have been illegal. While not a strong
tale, it is a very well tcld one, and marked
throughout by a certain high and well
sustained dignity, fcbat is both attractive
and unusual. The publishers have, more
over, produced in it a very pretty piece of
bookmaking. [New York: Lovell, Coryell
& Co. For sale by Doxey, San Francisco.
Price, $1 25.]
The Land of Sunshine.
The December number of Charles F.
Lunimis' Southwestern magazine, The
Land of Sunshine, will contain a charac
teristic and charming chapter of reminis
cences by Jessie Benton Fremont, besides
contributions by Grace Ellery Charming,
Joaquin Miller, Charlotte Perkins Stetson
and others. A paper on Coalmila dances
and folk-songs (with the music) by D. P.
Barrows, one by the editor on some of the
curiosities of our word-adoptions from
.Spanish America and a description by Ed
mund D. Sturtevant of the Aristolochia
gisias Sturtevantii, or pelican flower (a
blossom a foot wide and eighteen inches
long), with illustrations never before pub
lished, are among the other attractions.
The contents of the magazine will be, as
always, purely Southwestern in topic, and
the illustrations unusually lavish and
The Thanksgiving week edition of Pub
lic Opinion is called the "book number,"
but whyfore is not obvious. It is a bright
and breezy journal at all times, covering a
wide Held in its writings — including litera
ture. The present issue is no exception.
There are a number of highly interesting
paper*, treating a variety of subjects,
though books receive but little if any more
attention than usual. The articles under
the following heads are able and instruc
tive: "American Affairs," "Foreign Af
fairs," "Civics," "Sociological," "Scien
tific,' 1 "Religious," "Letters and Art,"
"Miscellany" and "Business and Finance."
The Christmas number of this ever pop
ular juvenile publication is filled from
cover to cover with stories and sketches
appropriate to the season. They are bright
and beautiful in their Christian Christmas
sentiment, and the younger readers will
find much to whet their Santa Claus anti
cipations. Among the contributors are
such well known names as J. T. Trow
bridge, Helen E. Craig, Harriot Brewer
Sterling, R. F. Bunner, Sarah Orne
Jewett; and letters to young friends from
the late Robert Lou,is Stevenson.
Scribner's for December is replete with
interesting matters. The stories are by
some of the best known authors and the
other papers are on interesting topics
originally treated. Brander Matthews,
FranK R. Stockton, Joel Chandler Harris,
George Meredith and Henry Van Dyke
are among the contributors, and their
names alone would be sufficient to insure
the interest of the Christmas number. The
art work for this month is unusually fine.
The studies are from Alma-Tadema, the
commentator being Cosmo Monkhouse.
The Literary Digest.
The November number of this literary
journal is unusually replete with enter
taining and instructive matter. Under the
head of "Topics of the Day" many of the
questions of absorbing interest are dis
cussed, and the literary department is ably
edited. It is a valuable publication for the
The Charming Auxiliary of San Fran
cisco has issued a charmingly illustrated
calendar for 1896.
The second number of the Zenda Series
of stirring fiction is now issued by J. Selwin
Tait & Sons. It is by David Malcolm,
HUthorof "A Fiend Incarnate," and is
entitled "Fifty Thousand Dollars Ran
som." It tells of the amazing adventures
of John Granger, a New York merchant,
and holds the attention of the reader from
the first paragraph to the last.
Anson D. F. Randolph & Co. wilt soon
publish a new book of travel under the
title of "Algerian Memoirs," by Fanny
Bullock Workman and William Hunter
Workman. It is an interesting account of
a bicycle tour in the raring of 1894, extend
ing the entire length of Algeria, from Oran
ami Plemcen on the west to the Tunisian
frontier on the east, and south over the
mountains to the desert.
"The Invisible Playmate; A story of
the Unseen," by William Canton, is just
issued by J. Selwin Tait <fc Sons. This is a
story wliich will touch the heart of every
reader, for there is no one so far removed
from superstition but has some chord in
his nature which will respond to it. The
book has made a yreat sensation in Lon
don, and Andrew Lane says it is on<; of
the most remarkable books which he has
Jerome K. Jerome has written a series of
short stories for the Ladies' Home Journal.
They will be published during the ensuing
few months under the caption of "Stories
of the Town." Mr. Jerome portrays well
known types or characters in these stories,
the first of which he calls "Blase Billy."
The series is interesting from the fact
that it constitutes the first short st#ries
that Mr. Jerome has ever written directly
for an American periodical.
Mr. George Saintsbury, formerly of Mer
ton College, Oxford, who has just been
nominated by the crown to the chair of
rhetoric and English literature in the Uni
versity of Edinburgh, made vacant by the
resignation of Professor David Masson,
has completed his volume on "Nineteenth
Century Literature," which contains some
of his most brilliant work. The difficul
ties, not alone of generalization and classi
fication, but also of selection and propor
tionment, are infinitely greater in the case
of writers of our own century than in that
of earlier writers; yet Mr. Saintsbury has
emerged very successfully from his diffi
cult task, and has produced a work well
fitted to uphold its author's rank among
the greatest of living critics.
Proceedings of the California Academy
of Sciences, second scries, volume V, part
1, issued November IS, 1895.
Cricket, a Child's Story, by Elizabeth
Westyn Timlow, illustrated by Harriet R.
Richards. Cloth, 16mo, 323 pages, price
$1. Estes & Lauriat, Boston, publishers.
Eunice Quince, a New England romance,
by Dane Conyngham. Cloth, 362 pages,
$125. Lovell, Coryell & Co., New York,
The Minute Man on the Frontier, by
the Rev. W. G. Puddefoot, A.M., field sec
retary of the Home Missionary Society.
Cloth, 12mo, 326 pages, illustrated, $1 25.
Thomas Y. Crowell & Co., publishers, New
York and Boston.
Bulletin Department of Labob, by Car
roll D. Wright. Issued from Government
Printing Office; 110 pages.
Poor's Directory of Railway Officials
of the United States; 620 pages.
Dolly Dillenbeck, by James L. Ford.
Published by George H. Richmond, 12
East Fifteenth street, New York; 16mo,
392 pages; illustrated; $1.
Elfie and the Katydid, by Frances V.
and Edward J. Austin. Published by the
Merriam Company, 67 Fifth avenue, New
York. For sale by Johnson & Emigh.
Desserts for Everybody's Table:
pamphlet, 32 pages. Dodge Book ana
Stationery Company, 107 Montgomery
street, San Francisco*.
Boy's Life of Gbneral Grant, by Thomas
W. Knox. New York: TheMernamCom
pany ; $1 50.
Seven Lectures oir Prophecy, by H.
The Big Bow Mystery, by I. Zangwill.
Chicago : Rand, McNally & Co. ; 50 cents.
Nursery Ethics, by Florence Hull Win
terburn. New York: The Merriam Com
pany ; $1.
Tartarin of Tarascon, by Daudet. New
York: T. Y. Crowell & Co.; $1.
Chicago Public Works— Report of the
chief engineer, with the Mayor's message.
Topical Outline of History op the
United States, by Elizabeth T. Mills of
Martinez, Cal. Published by the author;
paper, 25 cents.
The Little Boy
Who Lived on
Illustrated by Swinnerton.
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