THE SCRAXT025" TRIBUNE SATURDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 9, 1895. 9 Of and About the Makers of Books. There is nothing In Ibsen's latest play, ''Little Eyolf," (which comes to us as the first number of a meat new Berles of books published by Stone & Kimball, Chicago, and called the Green Tree' Library), that by any stretch of stage requirements could le made the basis of a sufilclent production before the average playhouse audience. In consequential characters It Is virtually limited to throe; in dialogue it la prosy, while In movement It is nil. Yet read In the quiet of the study, "Li ttle Eyolf impresses one vividly and vigorously as a piece of homlletlc literature dar ing in theme and original in treatment. We may be permitted to brlelly sketch ttflvew situations as follows: Allmors, a young author, is it necessary to add, poor? mairrieaKlta, a young and beau tiful heiress. For seven years they live 'the'ilife pt healthy,, pnsVlonate and self ish youth; he pretending to write a book, lils masterpiece, and ehe, not unlike, a modern Cleopatra, infatuat edly devoted to 'her husband. At the end of this period, a son is born to ' the.m Little Kyolf 'they name him and later, during a moment of parental neglect, 'having Its origin almost in shame, .-the child falls from hls high chair and Is permanently crippled. In stead of feeling for the victim of their passion, AMmers and Itita become more arid moro forgetful of him, until at last the liner fiber of 'the father re Volts,, he escapes to the mountains, and there, amid the solitude' and the fast nesses, he breathes buck the pure air if his early manhood and returns, de termined to beii'tl'a. father should, r . It 1 at the moment of his return that the dramatic pursonae lire introduced to us. The wife, yearning and sensual, liad prepared as Ills welcome, a baccha nalian feast, the seductiveness of which .was iheightened by various devices, not forgetting her own beautiful appear ance in deshabille. This feast he spurns. .. She upbraids, him. Accusa tions and recriminations . pass. Hus band and wife analyze each other's weaknesses, as only husband and wife can; and in a petulant outburst of jealousy Rita reviles her crippled son, who has "come between her and her husband," , and 'wishes .he had never been born. Just then, there is a noise among the fishermen beside the near by fjord; a cry of alarm; and father and mother rush to the balcony, only to see a crutch float by, and to learn that Little Eyoli 'has been drowned, none of the fisher folk trying to save him. The episodes of alternating grief end anger and self-revllement which follow.this tragedy are poorly fitted for representation on a stage, but they are most forcibly brought home in the text ' of the play. Indeed, fur two acts these constitute the moving impulse of the dialogUa. A supposed sister of All mers, his confidante and frequent com panion, turns out to be no sister at all; and escapes from the thenceforth dan gerous companionship by deciding sud denly to marry a hitherto rejected lover. The Jia.'-Band, confirmed by . Eyolf's1 death ifi emptiness of a life 'given over whipfly 'tilthe erMper e-k a separation from, ltitu; but in talking it all over with her" he discovers that Little Eyolf's death has chastened her, also; and they decide, at the conclusion, to devote the remainder of their lives, together if possible, to the relief of suf fering children of the poor, having been led to this determination by the recollection that it was because they had, .during the seven years of their selfishness, done absolutely nothing for the poor fisher folk at their very door that those folk had lifted no hand to save .crippled Little Eyolf from the cruel waters of the fjord. This, all too hastily and Inadequately sketched, Is the fiction by which Ibsen has sought to convey the two-fold les son of the accountability of those who are rich. foV thu conditions of the poor surrounding them; and also the insuf ftciency, to civilized and refined na tures, of' a social union founded pri marily upon the mere physical attrac tions of sex. It Is not a play to be acted. Ir the first place, it could not be acted, eo as to bring out Its depths and sub- " fettles of meaning; and, In the second, if thus acted It would not be understood. But it Is a fiction that in the reading of It admits of no equivocations or eva sions. It shoots its teachings straight end clear to the' mark; and transfixes them in the mind by a most effective employment of words. We have not hitherto been an enthusiastic admirer of. Ibsen.. The. message In such "prior iwerks of his as we have been privileged to, read Is one more cynical than charit eble It has been a' message of con tempt for the depressed masses; of con- ' de'scenslonand almrjst of scorn for them. But here, for tboiiflrst ".time, .we have hini preaching Cb fcsfa spiritual gospel of tolOTarrce anharlty almost of com passion for the po6r end the'urrfortu- ivate. There .Is ncr scorn foe" misfortune 1 In "Little Eyolf;" there i scorn only for lust, unpurlfled animalism, and for hypocrisy. These Ibsen ' fr&ys with a robust zeal .which is characteristically Norwegian; but that done, his Ire mel lows into a grand benlgmincy and he actually makes as the lust command in his decalogue: ','Love and care for those who are beneath you." It is a new role, en unexpected role, .but withal a gra , Clous and a commimdable role; and the world will certainly be pone the worse tor it. " ... V . "Vistas" Is the name 'of a second number in the Green Tree library. Its author is William Sharp; and his vistas of thought comprise jerky Intermix tures of Norse psychology, Howelllan realism, erotic Impulse and just plain foolishness. : These . vistas ore - com posed dn the form of the one-act dra matic writings made familiar to us by Clyde Fitch, but Jacking about 'every thing that we found agreeable in Fitch's workmanship. We do not de sire to burden our readers with very much concerning Mr. William Sharp. Bift we will Inflict upon them, as a , specimen ad nauseam, a short digest of : the theme of one of the vistas that one entitled "A Northern Night." It concerns a young1 Seorch lassie, soon to be reluctantly married to a man thrice her age;ia young Scoteh lad who is her lover,.and one or two minor personages, ' including an invisible, impalpable yet very-much-ln-evldence ghost, or psychic exhalation if "you prefer, The short of It is that the lad and the lassie, violat ing -social decorum, skate away, on a 'winter's night, to a remote and tenant ries house, where Eros conquers duty, only to be in turn chilled and horrified by. the sudden, unseen, yet subduelng presence of the aforesaid wraith. In the morning they skate homeward, to ' find that the aged husband-to-be had died at tho moment of their transgres Some of the Latest Volumes To Issue from the Press. sion. One wishes, as he reads this book, that William Sharp was placed where his throbbing phantasies of a perturbed brain might seek some more respectable vent. The magazines for February as a rule are devoid of startling contents. Tho chief feature of the Chautauquan Is a vividly drawn study of Dr. Park hurst by Andrew C. Wheeler, better known to the reading world by his pseudonym, "Nym Crinkle." The new Magazine of Travel opens its second number with a graphic study of historic Charleston; with admirably done half tone views of the principal attractions of this venerable South Carolina city. Another pleasing thing in this number is a yarn by Ell Perkins, in which that droll humorist explains when and how he first parted company with his verac ity. Tho February Cosmopolitan is a superior all-round number, good in il lustrations and in text, but no single article predominates. Preference -is given by the publishers to a contribu tion by General Lord Wolsely on "What China Should Do." The general who Is nothing If not conceited thinks China should get some English com mandant, not necessarily himself, to equip the nucleus of a Celestial land force and show the pigtails how to fight. That done, lie thinks China would soon become the greatest power in Asia, if not in the world. Another readable thing in the Cosmopolitan for adults not subject to the shivers, is Julian Hawthorne's description of the Imple ments of human torture used in evan gelizing the inhabitants of mediaeval Europe. McClure's for February is given over largely to recollections of Hubert Louis Stevenson, but has many other contents of live interest. The sec ond number of the Forum library, pub lished quarterly, is given over to a discussion of the question: "Do the Professions Pay?" Leading doctors, lawyers and preachers are of the opin ion that they do, more or less; John W. Keller, editor of the New York Re corder, speaking for newspaper workers, is almost the only one who finds the available rewards in his calling ut terly insufficient for the energy and agony expended In Its discharge. That sprightly little fortnightly, the, Chap Hook, the mission of which is to intel lectually reclaim Chicago, greets us, among other things, with a picture of 'Gene Field, drawn by himself; and the conclusion one derives from it is that the uncrowned laureate of the stock yards is not nearly so pretty as is his poetry, and especially his child's verse. As for Town Topics, which reaches us occasionally, and which we read when nobody is looking, that clever, satiric and sometimes sardonic weekly gossip Journal is continually interesting and Intermittently naughty although we must say it behaves very well these days compared with what it used to do. The Humanitarian for February offers as its frontispiece a portrait of Hubert I'. Porter, recently chief of the Eleventh census. In a subsequent article Mr. Porter-expatiates on the magnitude of the United States' resources and Inci dentally pays his respects to the news papers which criticized his department's not altogether satisfactory work. AUTHORS AND PUBLISHERS. Paul Bourget is yet young, hardly 42. The title of Barrle's new novel will be "Sentimental Tommy." Anthony Hopo is engaged on a sequel to "Tho Prisoner of Zenda." Miss A niello Hives Chanler Is still among the quick, and is in New York with a new novel. The author of "The Silence of Dean MalUand" has written the "Lays of the Dragon-Slayer." Tho first two volumes of the Barras' "Memolrcs of Napoleon" will be published In April und tho last volume will appear in August. Mrs. Louise Chandler Moulton is writing a book of stories and a book on travels abroad, which will be published In Boston at the close of the year. Rider Haggard works off 4,000 words a day In writing his stories and Stanley Weyniun never writes over 1,000 and con siders that a good duy's work. Tho new Strand Musical Magazine, of London, edited by 13. Hatzlleltl, contains a budget of music; from Sir Arthur Sulli van, WUhumj, Ignaco Padercwskl and others. The memoirs of Mnrshal Canrobert, of Adolph Thiers and of Marshal MacMahou are. In preparation for publication at Paris. Tho MaeMuhon Memoirs will appear in four volumes. The portraits of Beatrice Harraden, without her mortarboard hut, are much the best. They show an Intellectual con fusion of her top hair und a decidedly more brainy head. "Trilby Tableaux" are the latest. A new dross material has been christened Aubrey Beardsley will blossom out as a rival to Du Aluurler In a-".Story of Venus and Tannhneuser." This Uunthorne of modern art has been neatly satirized by in English rhymer In the following recipe for Beardsley caricatures: Tako of Swinburne's ballads three Choose tho most erotic Let them simmer In a pun, Steeped In some narcotic. To this mixture he adds some other dis agreeable things, Including "Green Car nations," and when a scum Thick and green In on It, Throw a sceno from Maeterlinck, And one hot Hlcliepln sonnet; Grate some cankered Dead-Sea fruit, And withered flowers of passion, Drench with sauce a Schopenhauer Mixed In latest fashion; Add a paradox or two (See they'ro Oscar Wllde-lsh); Sprinkle In some drauglismanship, Absolutely 'childish; And, when all these things you've mixed In a hotch-potch baleful, Chinese white and Ivory black Dash In by the pailful. Tako the mixture oft the fire When it Is well heated, Put It In the sink to stand , Till it grows quite fetid. Pour It In a tainted mould, Like to nothing human, Shut your eyes and hold your nose, And lo, the Benrdslcy woman I "Sllk-warp Trilby." "Trilby footwear" and "Trilby bralnfood for Trilby Imbe ciles" will come next, A copy of Edgar Allen Poe's poems, sec ond edition, ltimo., original cloth boards, published by E. Bliss, of Now York, in 1831, was sold for 1100 at a book auction in Now York the othor day. A parody on "Trilby," entitled "Bllltry," by Mary Kyle Dallas, Is announced by the Merrlam company, of New York, pro fusely Illustrated. It will be long before we ever hear the last of "Trilby." General Lew Wallace says he never had any Intentloa of establishing a "College of Immortals" and charges the newspaper mon with promulgating the Idea. All the general wants Is a quiet room in the con gressional library, where literary and scientific mon can carry on their re searches without being interfered with by quidnuncs and hunters of literary Hons. In his "Life of Antony," Plutarch re lates that when Caesar and Antony were maneuvering for position previous to the battle of Actium, Caesar seized a place called Toryne, which, in Greek, Lang horne says, means "the ladle," Antony, manifesting annoyance at Caesar's promptitude, Cleopatra asked him "If it was so very dreadful that Caesar had got Into the ladle." As ladle is the next thing to soup, Cleopatra's jest was tantamount, according to the New York Evening Post, to saying "Caesar's in the soup." CURIOSITIES OF WORDS. The Vowels In Regular Order Are Rarely l'ound. From London Tid-Blts. There are two words In the whole range of the English language contain ing all the vowels in their regular order. They are abstemious and facetious. The following words each have them in ir regular . order: Authoritative, disad vantageous, encouraging, efficacious, instantaneous, importunate, - men dacious, nefarious, . precarious, perti nacious, sacrilegious, simultaneous, tenacious, unintentional, objectionable, unequivocal, undlscoverable and vexa tious. A search through the dictionary might bring several others to light. It Is usually said that there are but seven nine-lettered monosyllable . words in English, viz.: Scratched, etretched, scrunched, scranched, screeched, squelched and staunched. , Here are some of the shortest sen tences into which the alphabet can be compressed: "J. Gray, pack with .my box five dozen quills," 33 letters. "Quack, glad zephyr, waft my Javelin box," 31 letters. "Phiz, etyx, wrqng, buck flame, qulb," 26 letters. "I, quartz pyz, who fling muck-beds," 26 letters. "Fritz, quick! land! hew gypsum box," 26 letters. "Dumpty quiz! whirl back fogs next,"- 27 letters. "Export my fund. Quiz black whtgs," 26 letters. "Get nymph, quiz and brow, fix luok," 26 letters. In more sober English, the last one would be, "Marry, be cheerful, watch your business." These sentences would make excellent writing copies, for they secure attention to every letter, and profitable exercises for learners of the typewriter, as they take in all the keys, and thus familiarize one readily with all combinations. By changing from capitals to lower case the value of the exercises is increased. LEBANON COUNTY ENGLISH. Defect of a Pennsylvania Dutch Beaut; Who Was an Heiress. From the Now York Bun, "The most beautiful girl I ever saw, either in face or form," said the bache lor doctor, "was over In the good old Pennsylvania Dutch county of Leba non. I met her at a party, and fell in In love with her even before I knew that she was worth $100,000 in her own right and before I had been Introduced to her. The moment I saw her I re solved to try and win her. I was dead gone. I couldn't rest until I was intro duced. "An embarrassing silence followed the Introduction, I had expected a friend at the party, and hadn't seen him. I broke the emmbarrasslng silence by asking my enslaver if she had noticed whether he was present. A flush deepened her cheeks. Teeth of matchless white gleaned between her lips as she opened them to reply. And this was what she said: " 'I haven't seen him, jit. I guess he hasn't come already.' "That was good Lebanon county En glish, but somehow I didn't try to win the girl." Little Gems of Song aed Story,, Compensation. Tho wings of Tlmo are black and white, Pled with morning and with nlglft. Mountains tall and oceans deep Trembling balance duly keep. In changing moon und tidal wave Clows the feud of Want and Have. Gauge of more and less through space Electric star or pencil plays. The lonely earth amid the balls That hurry through tlio eternal hall. A makeweight flying to the void. Supplemental asteroid, Or compensatory spark. Shoots across tho neutral Dark, ' Man's the elm, and Wealth the vine; Staunch nnd strong the tendrils twine; Though the frail ringlets thee deceive, None from 'Its stock that vine can reave. Fear not, then, thou child Infirm, There's no god dare wrong a worm; Laurel crowns cleave to deserts, And power to him who power exerts. Hast not thy share? On winged feet, Lo! It rushes thee to meet, And all that Naturo made thy own, Floating In the air or pent In stone. Will rive the hills and swim the sea, And, like the shadow, follow thee, Emerson. Why She Hadn't Married. Miss Maud Adams is a member of the company supporting John Drew, and a good story Is going the rounds concern ing her quick wit. One afternoon she attended a luncheon party, und met, among others, a young man, recently married, who is noted for his bold manners, and who has won the name of belns lie blgpest bore in Bociety. He asked Miss Adams a 'number of per sonal questions, and the hostess was about to speak to him, but he received his just punishment from tho young lady he had been bothering. "Miss Adams," he asked, "will you tell me if you are married?" "I am not." "Do you contemplate Buch a step?" , "I give it no thought." And why, pray?" he persisted, "Because I am not so easily pleased as yo.ir wife was." . The River of Time, A wonderful stream Is the river Time As It runs through tho realms of tears. With a faultless rhythm and musical rhyme And a boundless sweep and a rage sublime As It blends with the ocean,of years. How the winters ore drifting, like flakes of snow, And the Rummer like buds between, And the year in the sheaf, as they come and go, On the river's breast, with Its ebb and flow As It glides In the shadow and sheen, There's a musical Isle on the river of Time, Where the softest of airs are, playing; There's ai cloudless air and a tropical sun And a song as sweet as a vesper chime, And the June with the roses are stray ing. And the name of that Isle is the Long Ago, And we bury our treasures there; There are brows pf beauty and bosoms of snow; There are heaps of dust but w love them so; There are trinkets and tresses of hair. There are fragments of songs that nobody sings, ,- And a part of an Infant's prayer; There's a lute upset and a harp without strings. There are broken vows and pieces of rings, And the garments she used to wear. There are hands that are waved when the fairy shore By the mirage Is lifted in air, . ., THE WELSH IX AMERICA. Somo Facts About a Race Noted for Its "Largo Number of Successful Business and Professional Men. From the Buffalo News. The first Welsh settlers In America landed in Pennsylvania in 1692. This was In the day of William Penn, and towns with Welsh names like Melrlon, Gwynedd, Cear'narfon, Pencader, Maid wyn will testify of the establishment of the Welsh In the Quaker state. In 1796 and 1802 the Welsh colony became strong in Pennsylvania. It is fair to say that the Welsh claim a number of things that do not belong to them. For instance, they say St. Patrick was a Welshman. Camden, the historian, says that he was born In Rhoss, Pembrokeshire, Wales, and states that his father was Calfurnlus, a Welsh priest, end his mother was sis ter to Saint Martin, of Tours, in France. Other historians substantiate this by saying he went to Wales In the year 400. This may or may not be true, but the fact Is that the wall that surrounds St. David's cathedral has a gate called Portto Patrick. However, It Is true that the officer who was chief in command of the Mayflower was a Welshman Captain Jones by name. Captain Reyn olds, of the Speedwell, which had to put back, was also of Welsh origin, Oliver Cromwell a Welshman. Oliver Cromwell, whose real name was Williams and who was related to Roger Williams, the founder of Rhode Island, was also of Welsh origin. The Welshmen who aided to found the com monwealth of England and who were in parliament were John Jones, Thomas Harrison and Hugh Peters. These were the men who voted for the execution of Charles I. Philadelphia has probably contained a larger proportion of Welsh blood than any city in America. The first mayor In the city, Anthony Morris, and the first governor of the colony, Thomas Lloyd, were both Welshmen, The first Welsh book "published In this country was by a Philadelphia man, Ellis Pugh, and Dr. Thomas Wynn was the first speaker of the Pennsylvania assembly. Among the signers of the declaration of independence were seventeen men of Welsh birth or origin, Jefferson's an cestors came from the foot of Snowdon, in North Wales. Lewis, who accom panied Clark to the Columbia river, was of Welsh family. Richard Henry Lee, who signed the declaration of independ ence, was a Welshman and had the honor of offering the resolution declar ing the colonies free and Independent. Of the four delegates sent by New Yo:k o the Continental congress In 1776 three were of Welsh birth William Lloyd, Francis Lewis and Lewis Mor ris. Robert Morris, of Pennsylvania, was one of the financial mainstays of the American revolution. He was a native born Welshman who came to America as a child. After the battle of Trenton, In 1776, he gave his fortune to help his country. Number of Welsh Presidents. Of the presidents of the United States eight have been of Welsh descent John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, James Monroe, William Hen ry Harrison, James A. Garfield, Benja min Harrison, John Qulncy Adams. Of those who fought in the revolutionary struggle fourteen generals, seven colo nels, and a large number of subordi nate officers were Welshmen, while Commodore Hopkins worthily repre sented the race in the navy. And we sometimes hear through the tur bulent roar Sweet voices we heard In the days gone before When the wind down the river was fair. O, remember for aye, be tho blessed Isle, All tho diiyn of our life until night; When tho evening comes with Its beaputl ful smile And our eyes are closing to slumber a while, May that "greenwood" of soul be In sight. 13. E. Taylor. An Infant Logician. "Ain't going to say my prayers to night," declared baby Antoinette, quietly, to her astonished nurse, as they went slowly up the stairs to bed. "Why not?" cried the nurse, sur prised. "Cause God will be so busy making tomorrow that He won't have time to listen." Tho Old Wooden Hooker. How vivid the sight of tho old wooden rocker That calm retrospection presents to my view I A genuine typo of the old knlckerbocker Affair that aforetime our sitting room knew; A real ambuscador, a catch-as-can wrest ler, ' That lurked In the darkness each lodge night for me. And mado of "yours truly" a pang-tortured ncstler Amid tho old sitting room's scattered debris ; That old wooden rocker; that dastardly rocker!. That seemed full of Impious mischief to be. How oft ere I'd go for my regular outing I'd locate the tiling In the northermost nook Of that sacred apartment, without ever doubting Its Inanimation and statuesque look. But surely as later I entered Its presence And tiptoed around where it wasn't be fore, I'd get of Its meanness a compounded es sence And find myself sprawling again on the floor. Imprecating that rocker; that Baton-shod rock or 1 That rocker that gave me contusions ga lore. Richmond Dispatch. Willing to Oblige, i Colonel William R. Morrison has a lot of humor in him, and often makes a happy hit In his public speeches. Dur ing the late campaign he and Vice President Stevenson addressed a Dem ocratic gathering at Springfield from the same platform. In the audience was an old wool-hat follow, evidently from the "forks of the creek," who was an enthuslastio admirer of the vice president. He sat close up to the speak ers, and before the proceedings began let off several lusty yells for Stevenson, accompanying them with the declara tion that he would be the party stand ard bearer In 1896. , Colonel MorrlBon was to Bpeak first, and, after making his bow to the audience, was just start ing in to discuss the political Issues, when the countryman, who wasn't more than twenty feet away, rose in his seat, and swinging his hat high over his head, yelled out; "Rah for Stevenson! He'll ha our nominee In '96." It was certainly an Ill-mannered act, but the colonel wasn't a bit put out. He took a step or two toward the edge of the stage and looking at the Inter rupter with a comical sort of smile, remarked; Among the Welshmen who have made a mark in later years may be mentioned Thomas Buchanan Read, the poet; J. M. Francis, ex-minister to Austria; George Jones, editor of the New York. Times; Senator Ed. D,-Morgan, and the great New York banker, J. Pierpont Morgan. It is a fact that the wife of Cornelius Vandorbilt, the great stockholder of the New York Central, is of Welsh descent. She was a Gwynne. Jtev. Dr. William C. Roberts, of Lake Forest college, Chicago, and late moderator of the Presbyterian general assembly, was born in Wales. William Jones, Vanderbllt's chief agent, and Hugh Roberts, manager of the Atlas line, are both Welshmen. Cadwallader Colden, who first discov ered the art of stereotyping In 1779, was Cymro born. As a religious people the Welsh stand pre-eminent. Outside those who attend English-speaking churches they have 200 church in this country where noth ing but Welsh is preached. They have 25,000 hearers and 11,000 communica,nits. The first Welsh church was established at Pen-y-caerun, Kemsden, Oneida county, N. Y. DANGER OF HYPNOTISM. Ono Time Whoa It Worked Like Boom erang. It Is told of Van Amburgh, the great Hon tamer, that on one occasion, while in a barroom, he was asked how he gained his wonderful power over ani mals. He said: "It was by showing them that I'm not in the least afraid of them, and by keeping my eye on theirs. I'll give you an example of the power of my eye." Pointing to a loutish fellow who was sitting near by, he said: "You see that fellow? He's a regular clown. I'll make him come across the room to me, and I won't say a word to him." Sitting down, ho fixed his keen, steady eye on the man. Presently the fellow straightened himself up, rose from his seat and came slowly across to the Hon tamer. When he was close enough, he drew back his arm and Btruck Van Amburgh a tremendous blow under the chin, knocking him clean over tho chair, with the remark: "You'll stare at me like that again, won't you?" A TRAIT OF MENDELSSOHN. Uow the Autograph I lend Fared at Ills Hands. An amusing anecdote concerning Mendelssohn and some women auto graph hunters is told by Mr. Sellgmunn in the Scottish Musical Monthly. Tho famous composer hud conducted a mu sical festival at Schwerln. "There was a public dinner at which the ladles were present, and Mendelssohn was Just sitting down to Ills soup, when he was surrounded and taken captive by a chorus of aggressive females clamoring for autographs. With amused patience and good humor he allowed himself to be victimized, until a massive matron of mature years handed him nor card. Whether of 'malice prepense' or not I cannot say, but at any rate lie wrote upon the card the muslo end words from Haydn's 'Creation, 'And God created little whales.' This rather per sonal plensuntry brought the card trick to an end, and enabled the composer to sit down to his soup In peace." Musical Criticism in Germany. A Manheim journal has been suspended because It published a parody on the em peror's composition: "Song to Aeglr," entitled "Song to Adam." "That's right, old fellow; and If he won't take It, I will." The crowd catching on to the humor of the thing, yelled long and lustily, and the citizen from wayback was ef fectually squelched. Washington Post. Nightly Episode Crispy air. Lovely night; Twinkling stars, Bplrlts bright; Bashful man. Timid maid; Both In love. Half nfraid; Bob-tall nng. Shining snow; "Git along!" Away they go. , Narrow sled, Cosy rug; "Nice!" sho said, Little hug. Comlnr back, Laughing moon; Yum yum smack! Wedding soon, i New York Evening Sun. . A Successful Wedding. Tho Bavarian peasants are in many respects very entertaining people. They drink a great deul, are quite witty, and are never so happy as when they ore fighting. A story Is told of two Bavarian peasants meeting in the road and holding tho following conversation: "Were you at tho wedding last night?" "Indeed I was. It was the nicest wedding wo have had this season. Why, even the bride took a hand lu tho llght."-Texus Sittings. .. The Maiden and the Durgla.r She was a maiden, coy but forty, Unsullied by a dream of man; No thought, however slightly naughty, Hud ever crossed her life's short span. Till ono dork night, when all were sleep ing, Sho found the wretch she long had sought; For umlernuath her bed lay peeping, A poor, lono burglar freshly caught. Sho locked the door and quickly turning Pulled forth a pistol fully cocked, And with a voice that told Its yearning. Her prlsoner'spllghtshe sternly mocked, "Now listen to my ullamatum: You'vu got to marry mo or die; Though you're the very lowost stratum, I'll have a husband, or know why," Then rose tho burglar, sadly speaking! "Your proposition does not buU. Rather than bo tho man you are seeking, Why, darn you, madam, darn you, shoatl" Youngstown Vindicator. Somewhat Ambiguous. Ambiguous language often gets the public Bpeaker as well as writer Into trouble. This fact was Illustrated in ono of the Cohoes churches Sunduy morn ing. The preacher wus discoursing on missionary work in Africa and was re viewing Borne of tho difficulties which confront the missionary to the dark continent. 'He took occasion to Inveigh loudly against the ruin traffic among the natives, asserting It did more harm than the missionary could do good. "Why," said tho preacher, "forty bar rels of rum are sent to Africa to every missionary." Of course, the real mean ing of the good man was obvious, but, nevertheless, a smile wont around tho church. Troy, Times, Random Notes of Life in London. Special Correspondence of The Tribune. London, Jan. 26. This has been a week of disillusion somewhat, and many of the idols which I had set up in my imagination have ignomlnlously tumbled way down to tho very ground. To begin with, tho first disillusion was May Yohe, the fair American who lias made: such a hit' over here in "Little Christopher Columbus" and in "The Lady Slancy." Everybody said such wonderful things ubout her that I was sure I should enjoy seeing her, and when one of the ladies .took me the other evening to see my countrywoman ut the Avenue theater, I was, of course, delighted and went" with her in great glee. All tho circumstances were fav orable, too, for we sat in tho dress circle and had a box of chocolates between us, and what mpre could the heart of woman desire? May Yoho a Disappointment, But Miss Yohe was a disappointment. There were no great "fog-horn notes" in her voice, such as I had heard about; she is noi. a great beauty at all, but Just as nico looking, however, as hun dreds more of the pretty brunettes of Pennsylvania Dutch birth who come from Allentown and Bethlehem, in one of which cities she, herself, was born. She does not seem to appreciate her Pennsylvania nationality, however, as she gets herself called the "talented Call for nlan.". Just as if that were as good as being a PennsylvanlanI I am ashamed of her, I am, not to appre ciate her native state more. I sup pose the word "California" makes Lon doners think of extensive fruit planta tions, and great cattle ranches, and rich gold mines, and such things, and sounds more romantio and wonderful than if she was honest about her state and called herself the "talented Penn sylvanian." Well,' Bhe Is not at all wonderful. California muy adopt her it it likes. Dozens of young women on the stage in America are cleverer than she is, and dozens of our little ordinary plays better than poor "Lady Slancy." Miss Yohe wore a tremendous nunv ber of diamonds in the lust act. They were simply dazzling. I never saw so many before. It is a question, I think, whether she would bo as successful in America as sho has been here. It is quito true, too, thut Bhe Is Lady Hope, and some day may come to be the Duchess of Newcastle, if the present duke dies leaving no heir to the title but his brother, the present Lord Hope, her husband. Incidents of a Pleasant Reception, Tuesday afternoon the students nnd faculty of the Royal Academy gave a reception in the big concert room to Sir Alexander Mackenzie, our principal. It was a congratulatory affair, apropos of his having the title bestowed upon him at New Year's, you remember. He made a llttio speech, in which he said, among other things, that the honor which had been bestowed upon him had, in no less degree, been bestowed upon the grand old Institution of which ho and all of us, and all England, too, were so justly proud. He was cheered simply awfully. I never heard such a noise. But the men students do yell so dreadfully! It is not often that one gets the opportunity of seeing most of the students and faculty together, and the sight was most Inspiring, I assure you. There is no end of masters on the professional staff over a hundred all of them the finest masters in the world in their special line, besides over twenty-five Biiib-professors, und these all made a very solemn and dignified show ing. They looked quite awe-inspiring all together. Then there were all of os north country English, south-country Eng lish, Welsh students. Irish students, French students, students from Amer ica (there are about a half a dozen or eight of us) and students from India and Australia and the South African colonies. So you sea what a lot of different looking peoplo we are. There are about 400 men and 600 girls here this year. Hut I must not talk so much shop; you ure not particularly inter ested in the academy life. If you are, I will inflict an academy letter upon you some day all by itself. In the London Shops Aguin. Speaking of (shops, you ought to see itho shops now, down on Oxford street, Kegent street, Bond street, and some more of the dry goods neighborhoods. They are simply perfect! It Is after the holidays now and so the January sales are now on, and oh! tho pretty things that are displayed In tho win dows ore quite maddening, I assure you. The most exquisite silks, velvets, laces, furs, brocades, satins and all Buch things ore selling at perfectly mar velous prices. I have to pass some of these shops every day on my way to the academy, and you cannot imagine how my feminine soul is vexed by tho sight of these lovely, beautiful things. "And so cheap," you know! Keally It is a pleasure to look at these, anyway, even if one cannot-buy them, Y'ou can im agine, you know, how It would feel to have them and luxuriate In them, any way. There's a little enjoyment in that, though I daresay it is not quite as solid as the real having of the nice things. Henry Jnmes' New Play. Last Tuesday night one of the dear landladies took me to see our Henry James" play, "Guy Domville," at the St. James theater. You know At has not been a popular success, nnd so I ex pected not to like it, but I did. An other disillusion. Y'ou remember it was hooted by tho gallery the first night It was produced, but I suppose that was because it was netthr'r vulgar nor sen sational. It is quite interesting, I think, though. I must acknowledge it was dreadfully talkey all through. But It is most beautifully acted, exquisitely and most correctly staged, und is a nice study, at ony rate, if it isn't a vul gar, success us a play. It Is written in the year 17S0, nnd eo tho costumes, in door scenes and conversation are old fashioned, nnd they are delightful, es peclnlly the costumes. Such delightful ly taking old dresses and chignons as the ladles worel Ono of them wore a crinoline which Inspired my respectful admnratlon, If not my owe. Sho was the old lady. The men bad on velvet oltithes, like Georgo Washington's best ones; green lined, . with pink, and trimmed with gold end lace; you re member hew his pictures look. It Is a most wholesome and refined play, all through, and ought to Ibe a success. If Isn't It Is soon to bo taken off, how ever. It is odd the way they wait on you at theaters here. There are maids, not ush ers, to show you to your seats, and they really look very nice about the theater with their black dress and white caps and aprona and cuffs. They pass Ices, coffee, cakes and chocolate around be Another Bright Budget of Gossip From the World's Metropolis. tween the acts, but the loss are most monstrously expensive. My landlady was going to buy me one, knowing that I liked them, but I wouldn't let hep waste her substance on them, they are so umall and expensive. Another Disillusion. Disillusion number three. I had tick ets for a concent one day this week at which Madame Alice Gomez was to be the bright particular star, and as I had heard wonders of her, I was duly grateful for the tickets, and went, tak ing another girl along. Well, she la black, you know, being a native ot India of the Eurasian caste, and has) crealted a great furore In England, on account of her voice and singing, and I suppose I expected too much, for she was quite ordinary. She had a big, hard voice, which she uses rarhen boisterously, in a sleeves-pushed-up-to-the-elbow sort of way. It 13 like most black voices, rather rich and perfectly, true, and really not without Interest, I think her dark Indian face and pecu liar way of singing are the first causes of her success, and the Interest she creates. Hut sho is not an artist at heart at all. But, just think! on the programme oil the very earns concert there was a basso who was simply delightful. His every note was a Joy, ho sang so well and with such an exquisitely handled voice. I came home very enthusduetlo over him, oind when they Informed me that he was an American singer I was doubly proud of him. Tho next day we took in one of the London ballad concerts, which ore given every two Wednesdays and Sat urdays during the season, and having been to one I do not want anothex, as they are dreadfully long. This one lasted from, a p. m. till after 6, and had over twenty-five numbers, besides some encores! However, I had the pleasure of once more listening to Ben Davles, Who sang exquisitely; to Slgnor Foil, the good old basso, whom I liked im mensely, and to David Bispham, the American basso, whom I had liked so the day before. Mme. Gomez wa9 again on the programme and Ella Rus sel, an American soprano, besides An toinette Sterling, Joannes -Wolff, the violinist, and the Melster Glee singers, who are a wonderful drawing card in London here. They do sing beautiful ly, too. They call these concerts "Morning Concerts," nnd they com mence at 3 o'clock. Everything that takes place before 6 p. m. la "morning" In common parlance here. "Come this morning at 4 o'clock" is not such a dreadful invitation as it sounds, and "grand morning concerts" occur at 2, 3, 4 and 5 o'clock in tho afternoon! Thunder Storm in .Mid-Winter. We had a dreadful thunder storm the other day. It was not hot, either, but quite cold. In fact, when up came a tremendous storm of thunder, light ning, rain and hail, and frightened these Londoners out of their wits, for thfy are not accustomed to the dread ful electrical storms which come upon our part of America in the summer, It was about 11 o'clock In the morn ing and my Scotch lassie, who was ill In her room with a cold, fled to bed and wrapped the clothes all around her head to keep its noise out! The light ning Btruck a church near Westmdnster bridge. We had some more at the end of the storm, but not near eo much as we sometimes have at home. Th9 winter, eu far, has been In no way se vere. I met a charming, and, by the way, very clever woman not long ago, and upon her being told where I hailed from, she asked me If my Wilkes-Barra were a itheosophlcal center of much im portance! I was, of course, completely surprised, for I know we haw not many of that persuasion ut home. However, I asked her what she meant, and aha replied that she (had a little volume of essays at home, called the "Wllkes Barre Letters on Theosophy," by Alex ander Fulle.nton, F. T. S., and that she considered them quite Interesting read ing. I suppose the person's uune Is a nun da plume. I was so mystified about them that she sent me the book. I find that it is a compilation of letters on theosophy published one by one in the Wilkes-Barre Sunday Morning Leader some time ago. The book looks quite interesting, but I am too imsy to read it, and so it goes to one of the brainy women of the house to dlgst tov us all. Truly, tho world is a small place, after all. I cannot say how glad I was to meet Alexander Fullorton, whoever ihe is, away over here, and as they say his little book Is quite a muoh read one among the disciples of theoso phy here, and very clever ones, too. I am, of course, prouder ot my native town and etato than I ever was. Sadie E. Kaiser , THOSE FUNNY LITTLE FOLK. Harry had Just begun to go to school, and was very proud of what he learned One day he thought ho'd show his father how much he knew, and asked him, at dinner: "1'apR, how many chickens are there on that dish? "Two, my boy," said papa, "I though you knew bow to count?" "You're wrong," said Harry. "Ther are three. There's one, and that's two, and two and ono make three!" "Very well," said his father, "your mother may have one for her dinner, I'll take the other, and you can have the third!" Bobby I forgot te say ray prayers last night. Fond Parent That was very wrong, Hobby. Supposing I should forget your breakfast some morning? Bobby (cheerfully) 'Twouldn't malts much difference. I shouldn't forget about it. Harper's Bazar. I'll tell you what put htm there At college, so fulr an' line; An' helped him to rise where the feller get wise Helped him to rise an' ta ahlne: It was his old mammy, A-durnln' his socks, """r An' likewise, his old doddJa ' ' i" A-plewln' a ox. Atlanta Constitution. Mamma What are you trying to drawl Little J'-Hhal An elephant. , "Mather a diltlcult subject." "I'd rather draw elephants than any thing else, because my friends can always toll what it Is. They knows a elephant is the only animal wlf two tallsr" Boy It's awful lucky we have ear ex malnations for promotion nowv laataaA'ot in the fall, when school opens. Father Why? Boy 'Cause when school begins, ta the fall, none of ua ever know anything. Teacher what little boy can tell me the name ot the worst nation m eartM Bobby T Bobhy Vaoclnatlaa.,
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