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which, whether recognized or not, is the Sphinx's riddle of the modern State. Unless, indeed it can be solved, free institutions are in as grave danger from the tyranny of the uninstructed and exploited many as ever they were threatened with by absolute monarchy or oligarchical rule. And tbat problem is a double one. Even with the omission of the criminal and the insane from the position of electors, it remains a patent fact that the choice

The Outlook.

of administrations and of policies does not lie within the capacity of judgment of all the citizens. The final decision falls too much to the sic volo of the “wobbler." On the other hand, to leave any class unrepresented is to invite oppression and neglect of the interests of that class. To combine the safety of all with the wisdom of the few is no light problem, but it is one which cannot be safely neglected,

E. 8. H.


William Jennings Bryan's “The Fruit erly hit off by Punch in this paragraph of the Tree," a striking address which about “The Greatest Little Lion.": won general appreciation when deliv

"So glad you've come. You're just ered at the World's Missionary Con- in time to meet Evelyn Starker. Just ference at Edinburgh last June, has

dropped in quite informally, you know. been published in a convenient book- No cercmony or anything of that sort." let by the Fleming H. Revell Company. “Very glad to meet her," I murmured.

Her! My good man, you don't mean Henry Holt & Co. are just having to say you haven't heard of Evelyn to send to press for the fourteenth

Starker? You've read his books, any.

way. time Berthold Auerbach's masterpiece,

He wrote ‘Fallacy or Phantasy'

and 'The Duke's Diogenes' and—and “The Villa on the Rhine," which they

lots of others. Come on in. You'll first issued over forty years ago. They

find him awfully affable and nice will signalize this new printing by is

considering what he is." suing the book, which has appeared, during all that time, in two volumes, It is the desperado of the story rather for the first time in one.

than the real hero who gives his name

to Caroline Lockhart's tale “Me-Smith" The increasing interest in amateur and it is a desperado of large and vaphotography ensures a welcome for

ried gifts in his particular line, but Adolphe Abrahams's little treatise on without a single redeeming quality un“The Photography of Moving Objects less mere brute courage is to be so and Hand-Camera Work for Advanced reckoned. The story is one of the Workers"—the more so because it is wild and lawless west; and there figure the fruit of long practical experience in it Indians and half-breeds, cowboys and is illustrated with numerous speci- and ranchmen, a guileless and highmens of the results of this fascinating minded “school-marm," a diligent and department of the photographer's art. unsophisticated scientist, and a brave E. P. Dutton & Co.

young deputy sheriff, who is the real

hero. There is no lack of incident; The painful ambiguity which some- from the first chapter to the last the times arises from the names assumed story goes at a gallop; and it is still by contemporary fiction-writers is clev- proceeding at a rapid pace when : “Me

Smith” meets his tragic and well-de- a decidedly light and modern touch; served end. Four or five spirited illus- but all are cleverly told and all will aptrations interpret the situations and peal to the youthful imagination. characters. J. B. Lippincott Co. There are eight full-page illustrations

by Franck C. Papé. Fedor Dostoieffsky's masterpiece, "Crime and Punishment,” is published In Carolyn Wells's new detective in Everyman's Library, with an intro- story, "The Gold Bag,” the Fleming duction by Laurence Irving. Diffuse Stone who solved the mystery of “The as the author's style is, and numerous Clue" reappears, but the hero is an as are the digressions which hinder admiring subordinate of his, a young the movement of the plot, there is no man whose friendly human impulses escaping the intense realism of the threaten to interfere with his professtory. And there is good reason for sional activities. Needless to say, this, for the horrors which the author there is a charming heroine, on whom depicts in this and his other falls the first suspicion for the murder novels he had himself witnessed or of her rich uncle, found dead in his experienced. He had himself stood library chair the morning after he has upon the scaffold, with his hands threatened to disinherit her. The tale bound, in momentary expectation of is brightly told; there is some good the execution of a death sentence; he character sketching; the various clues had spent years in Siberia; and he had -the yellow-rose petals, the transfer passed through the horrors of epilepsy, slip, the extra edition of the New York and lived a life of keenest deprivation. paper, and the gold bag itself—are all Yet, with it all, he did not lose hold of the latest fashion; and the dénoueupon spiritual realities.

This is a

ment is an agreeable combination of marvelous book, and it is a satisfac- expected and unexpected. But why tion to have it accessible in so con- did not Mrs. Egerton Purvis's card venient a form. E. P. Dutton & Co. come to light sooner? J. B. Lippincott

Co. In "Half a Hundred Hero Tales," edited by Francis Storr, and published Readers who enjoyed "Pa Flickinby Henry Holt & Co., we have some de ger's Folks" will welcome a new story, lightful retellings of the old classical "Opal," by Bessie R. Hoover, in which stories, of Ulysses and Æneas and is realistically portrayed the romance Theseus apd Hector and Hercules and of Pa Flickinger's youngest daughter, Hero and Pygmalion and the rest-all a high-school graduate, whose mother's of them told just as stories, without ambition would have her study for her any attempt at didacticism, and with "stiffcut" and become a teacher, but no pretence of following or translating for whom a stalwart farmer's sonancient texts. Ten of the stories are the proud owner of a buggy with red borrowed from Hawthorne's "Tangle- wheels-has different plans. The scene wood Tales" and one from Thomas is laid in the suburbs of a western Bulfinch; the other thirty-nine are city; the characters are all workingoriginal and represent the work of half people, whose manners and talk are a dozen different authors, cooperating rough and uncouth almost to the point with the editor, who himself contrib- of burlesque. To many the dialect utes six to the collection. Some of the will seem forbidding and the humor stories follow more closely than oth- forced. But there is an undeniable ers the earlier forms, while some have quality of wholesomeness and right feeling, which holds the reader in Treaty Port," , although different, is spite of his prejudices, and the Flick- hardly less moving. Altogether, if one ingers fitting out Opal for the picnic or is in quest of present-day "evidences of William Panner writing to Butch to Christianity' he will find both books stick by his job may linger in the full of them. To avoid confusion, it memory when more conventional char- should be stated that the English title acters are forgotten. Harper & Bros. of the earlier book is "Broken Earthen

ware" and that of the later “In the Harold Begbie's "Souls in Action" Hands of the Potter." (George H. Doran Company) is a book similar in scope and purpose to his There is an interval between baby“Twice-Born Men," which attracted hood and the school age when the wide attention a year ago and was the small child is often a perplexing probsubject of a striking symposium which lem: how to employ his restless enerThe Living Age of February and gies, or in the common phrase "how to February 19, 1910, reprinted from the keep him out of mischief" is a question London Nation. But there is this dif- which has perplexed many a mother. ference. The earlier book was a se- A hopeful solution to the problem is ries of studies of religious conversion offered in Mr. V. M. Hillyer's “The as witnessed among London slum- Kindergarten at Home." The book, dwellers, in connection with the work which is the work of an experienced of the Salvation Army; and most of teacher, is precisely what it purports. the subjects were men. But in the to be, a guide to simple kindergarten present studies of "Christianity mili- instruction which any mother, who is tant" the subjects, most of whom are unable to send her child to a kinderwomen, are of a higher social class, garten, may use herself for the diversaleswomen, governesses, etc., and the sion of the small mind and the trainelevating agency among them is the ing of the little hands. Altogether, West London Mission. But there is as here are more than a hundred lessons much moral and spiritual tragedy in ‘so arranged that each leads naturally the second book as in the first, and the to the next, in which a inultitude of evidence of the present-day power of "gifts” and “occupations" are taught, the gospel of Christ in transforming all with the simplest material and at character and inspiring the most de- a minimum of trouble and expense. spairing with a new hope is hardly less Most of the lessons are illustrated with convincing in the later book than in the simple drawings which make the use earlier. Mr. Begbie studies these of the materials clear; and in addition phenomena of religious experience with to the regular daily lessons there are genuine sympathy and from first-hand special lessons and designs suited to: information. The stories of the con- special days,-Christmas, Thanksgirquest of dipsomania through religious ing day, St. Valentine's day, Washingfaith are especially noteworthy. Such ton's birthday, etc. In homes where narratives as “The Vision of a Lost there are children between the ages of Soul," "Betrayed," "Out of the Depths”. three and six, this book will be a boon and "A Girl and Her Lover,"_simply alike to the children and those who and directly told as they are,--are ex- have the care of them.. The Baker & tremely touching, and the “Tale of a Taylor Company.



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1. Arnold Bennett : An Appreciation. By F. C. Bettany

ll. The Declaration of London and Its Surrenders to Germany. By
H. W. Wilson

NATIONAL REVIEW 137. II. The Wild Heart. Chapters XVII. and XVIII. By M. E. Francis (Mrs. Francis Blundell). (To be continued)

TIMES 146 IV, The Economics of “Cheap." By Hilaire Belloc. DUBLIN REVIEW 154 V. The Works of J. M. Synge.

TIMES 163 VI. Benjie and the Bogey Man. By Stephen Reynolds

BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE · 166 VII. At the Sign of the Plough. (Answers.) By Owen Seaman

CORNHILL MAGAZINE 175 VIII. Private and Public Salaries.

ECONOMIST 175 IX. . Turkish Ambitions and British Interests. SATURDAY REVIEW 177 X. Little Plays for Amateurs. IV. “The Lost Heiress.” By A. A. M.

PUNOH 180 XI. A Russian Jubilee.

NATION 182 XII. The Authorized Version.

SPECTATOR 185 XIII. Railway Refreshments.


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LAZARUS. ("Remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things and likewise Lazarus evil things."]

Still he lingers, where wealth and fash

ion Meet together to dine or play, Lingers, a matter of vague compassion,

Out in the darkness across the way; Out beyond the warmth and the glitter, And the light where luxury's laugh

ter rings, Lazarus waits, where the wind is bit


Receiving his evil things.

And some will tell you of Evolution

With social science thereto: and some Look forth to the parable's retribution, When the lot is changed in the life

to come, To the trumpet sound and the great

awaking, To One with healing upon His wings In the house of the many mansions


An end of the evil things. In the name of Knowledge the race

grows healthier, In the name of Freedom the world

grows great, And men are wiser, and men are

wealthier, But-Lazarus lies at the rich man's

gate; Lies as he lay through human history, Through fame of heroes and pomp of

At the rich man's gate, an abiding

Receiving his evil things..

Alfred Cochrane. The Spectator.

Still you find him, when, breathless,

burning Summer flames upon square and

street, When the fortunate ones of the earth

are turning Their thoughts to meadows and

meadowsweet; For far away from the wide green

valley, And the bramble patch where the

whitethroat sings, Lazarus sweats in his crowded alley,

Receiving his evil things.

And all the time from a thousand ros

trums Wise men preach upon him and his

woes, Each with his bundle of noisy nos

trums Torn to tatters 'twixt ayes and noes; Sage and Socialist, gush and glamour,

Yet little relief their wisdom brings, For there's nothing for him out of all

the clamor,

Nothing but evil things.

THE GOLDEN BIRDS. Ah! the long hours of waiting Before the blesséd Morn, When Night broods on the tree-tops And Nature sighs forlorn; Ah! in these hours of darkness Illusion's veil is torn, And bats fly in the night-time Before the blesséd Morn, Ah! the dread hours of silence, When Hope with drooping wings Sits staring through the darkness, While gray imaginings Come creeping through the shadows: When Sleep no longer brings The opiate branch of comfort To banish cruel things. Ah! now the long-sought daybreak Comes floating on the breeze, And Hope looks up from weeping, Rejoicing as she sees The bats fly from the sunlight, While joyful in the trees The Golden Birds of morning Make music with the bees.

C. S. The Academy.

Royal Commissions, creeds, convic

tions, Learnedly argue and write and

speak, But the happy issue of his afflictions

Lazarus waits for it week by week. Still he seeks it to-day, to-morrow,

In purposeless pavement wanderings, 'r dreams it, a huddled heap of sorrow,

Receiving his evil things.

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