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255https://historysoa.com/items/show/255The Author, Vol. 02 Issue 04 (September 1891)<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=49&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=%3Cem%3EThe+Author%3C%2Fem%3E%2C+Vol.+02+Issue+04+%28September+1891%29"><em>The Author</em>, Vol. 02 Issue 04 (September 1891)</a><a href="https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=mdp.39015031017927&amp;view=1up&amp;seq=20" target="_blank" rel="noopener">https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=mdp.39015031017927</a><a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=51&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=Publication">Publication</a>1891-09-01-The-Author-2-497–128<a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=89&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=2">2</a><a href="/items/browse?advanced%5B0%5D%5Belement_id%5D=76&advanced%5B0%5D%5Btype%5D=is+exactly&advanced%5B0%5D%5Bterms%5D=1891-09-01">1891-09-01</a>418910901Zhc Hutbor.<br /> (The Organ of the Incorporated Society of Authors. 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[Price Sixpence.<br /> For the Opinions c.vprcssed in papers that arc<br /> signed the Authors alone arc responsible.<br /> - +~»~*<br /> INTERNATIONAL COPYRIGHT.<br /> I.<br /> (From the New Vork &quot;Critic.&quot;)<br /> Protection and Literature in France.<br /> &quot;A MOXG the measures of reprisal proposed in<br /> f\ the Belgian Parliament last March,&quot; savs<br /> the Times, &quot; when the new French protec-<br /> tionism with its discriminations against Belgian<br /> products was brought into the French Chamher,<br /> was a withdrawal of the property rights accorded<br /> French writers and artists. J11 fact, it was only a<br /> little later that the treaty between France and Bel-<br /> gium, negotiated in 1881, for the reciprocal guarantee<br /> of literary and artistic rights, was denounced by the<br /> latter country, and will consequently soon expire.<br /> . . . . Just about that time Switzerland came<br /> forward and gave notice of her desire to terminate<br /> the corresponding treaty covering the rights of<br /> authors and artists in existence with France since<br /> 1882 But it seems probable that the<br /> rights of workers in French literature and art are<br /> too securely guaranteed abroad to be imperilled<br /> even by so exasperating a law as the Bill brought<br /> in by M. Meline. Even in the case of Belgium<br /> and Switzerland, something more than the termi-<br /> nation of the existing treaties on the subject must<br /> Ikj done before French authors and artists will<br /> suffer. Belgium has had a law on her statute hooks<br /> since 1886 relating to Copyright, in which the same<br /> rights are accorded foreigners as those secured to<br /> citizens. This law would have to be repealed or<br /> amended in order to make the proposed reprisal of<br /> Belgium effective. And in Switzerland there is a<br /> Federal law dating from 1883, giving to foreign<br /> authors the same rights as natives, provided the<br /> country of the former has reciprocal legislation, as<br /> France has.<br /> &quot;Moreover, both Belgium and Switzerland are<br /> signers of the Berne Convention of 1886. The<br /> second article of that agreement grants*to the<br /> citizens of any signatory Power the l ight to dispose<br /> of their literary and artistic productions in any<br /> other, under the same legal protection as that<br /> enjoyed by natives. True, Belgium and Switzer-<br /> land might withdraw7 from the Berne Convention,<br /> but they could not do it simply as concerns France;<br /> they would have to do it absolutely, and become<br /> outer barbarians to all the other signers. This is<br /> a step which they would hesitate to take. Espe-<br /> cially would Switzerland hesitate to take it, since<br /> it would necessarily involve the loss to Berne of<br /> the Bureau of the International Union, maintained<br /> there at present by the signatory States at an<br /> expense of $12,000 a year. Thus it would<br /> appear that whatever reprisals in other forms<br /> France may be subjected to on account of her rush<br /> into MeKinleyism, the property rights of her<br /> writers and artists are too thoroughly secured in<br /> other countries to be easily forfeited.&quot;<br /> Penalties for Violation of the new Law.<br /> The Secretary of the Treasury has prescribed<br /> the following regulations :—<br /> 1. Copyrighted books and articles, the importa-<br /> tion of which is prohibited by section 49,56,<br /> Revised Statutes, as amended by section 3 of<br /> said Act, shall not be admitted to entry. Such<br /> books and articles, if imported with the previous<br /> consent of the proprietor of the Copyright, shall<br /> be seized by the collector of customs, who will<br /> take the proper steps for the forfeiture of the goods<br /> to the United States, under section 3o82, Revised<br /> Statutes.<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 102 (#506) ############################################<br /> <br /> 102<br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> 2. Copyrighted books mid articles imported<br /> contrary to said prohibition, and without the<br /> previous consent of the proprietor of the Copyright,<br /> being primarily subject to forfeiture to the pro-<br /> prietor of the Copyright, shall lie detained by the<br /> collector, who shall forthwith notify such proprietor,<br /> in order to ascertain whether or not he shall<br /> institute, proceedings for the enforcement of his<br /> right to the forfeiture. If the proprietor institutes<br /> such proceedings and obtains a decree of forfeiture,<br /> the goods shall be delivered to him on payment of<br /> the expenses incurred in the detention and storage<br /> and the duties accrued thereon. If such proprietor<br /> shall fail to institute such proceedings within 60<br /> days from date of notice, or shall declare in writing<br /> that he abandons his right to the forfeiture, then<br /> the collector shall proceed as in the case of articles<br /> imported with the previous consent of the pro-<br /> prietor.<br /> 3. Copyrighted articles, the importation of which<br /> is not prohibited, but which, by virtue of section<br /> 4965, Revised Statutes, as amended by section 8<br /> of said Act, are forfeited to tin; proprietor of<br /> the Copyright when imported without his previous<br /> consent, and are, moreover, subject to the forfeiture<br /> of $1 or §10 per copy, as the case may be, one-half<br /> thereof to the said proprietor, and the other half to<br /> the use of the United States, shall be taken posses-<br /> sion of by the collector, who shall take the necessary<br /> steps for securing to the United States half of the<br /> sum so forfeited, and shall keep the goods in his<br /> possession until a decree of forfeiture is obtained,<br /> and the half of the sum so forfeited, as well as the<br /> duties and charges accrued are paid; whereupon<br /> he shall deliver the goods to the proprietor of the<br /> Copyright. In case of failure to obtain a decree<br /> of forfeiture the goods shall be admitted to entry.<br /> The Importation of Books in foreign<br /> Tongues.<br /> There appears to be no room for doubt that the<br /> new copyright law admits foreign books, of which<br /> only the translations are copyrighted here; and<br /> that it admits them duty-free. The free list of the<br /> new tariff law includes (paragraph 5l2) works<br /> 20 years old), (paragraph 5i3) &quot;books and<br /> pamphlets printed exclusively in languages other<br /> than English,&quot; and l&gt;ooks and music in raised print<br /> for the blind, (paragraph 614) works intended for<br /> use by the Government, and (paragraph 516) works<br /> owned, and in actual use for more than one year,<br /> by persons or families from foreign countries.<br /> The copyright law says tlistinctly that, &quot;in the<br /> case of books in foreign languages, of which<br /> only translations in English are copyrighted, the<br /> prohibition of importation shall apply only to the<br /> translations of the same, and the importation of<br /> the books in the original language shall be per-<br /> mitted.&quot; An exception in this law suspends the<br /> rule against importing copyrighted works not re-<br /> printed in this country &quot;in the cases specified in<br /> paragraphs 5i2 to 516, inclusive,&quot; as above.<br /> The Librarian of Congress kept busy.<br /> &quot;Mr. Spofford, the Librarian of Congress, is<br /> kept very busy these warm days,&quot; says the Evening<br /> Post, &quot;answering the corres])ondence which pours<br /> in upon him with every mail, most of it concerning<br /> the interpretation of the new copyright law. A<br /> surprisingly large number of persons manifest an<br /> interest in the subject of the &#039;catalogues of title-<br /> entries&#039; which the law requires the Librarian to<br /> furnish to the Secretary of the Treasury, and the<br /> Secretary to print, at intervals of not more than a<br /> week, for distribution among the collectors of<br /> customs and postmasters at offices receiving foreign<br /> mails. These catalogues are designed, of course,<br /> primarily to inform the officers mentioned what<br /> publications are to lie excluded from entry; but<br /> incidentally they are of value to American authors,<br /> publishers, librarians, collectors, and persons other-<br /> wise interested in literature. Hence the Govern-<br /> ment proposes to accept subscriptions for them,<br /> at the rate of $5 a year, a sum which is expected<br /> nearly to cover the expense of getting them out.<br /> &quot;The impression has got abroad that Mr.<br /> Spofford is designated to receive subscriptions, and<br /> he is deluged with applications and inquiries in<br /> consequence. To all he is obliged to send the<br /> uniform answer that the subscribing must be done<br /> through the collectors of customs, whose duty it<br /> is to account for the money so received, and instruct<br /> the Department how many copies will be necessary<br /> each week to supply their local demands.&quot;<br /> &quot;It is a curious thing,&quot; observes the same<br /> paper, &quot;that so large a number of professional<br /> writers, musicians, publishers, &amp;c, who make it a<br /> part of their regular business to take out Copy-<br /> rights, should not feel enough interest in the<br /> protection of their own property to examine the<br /> statute and follow its language literally in furnishing<br /> the Librarian of Congress with the data on which<br /> they base their claims. Some of the provisions of<br /> the new statute are too blind for even an accom-<br /> plished lawyer to interpret with ease, but the par-<br /> ticulars required by the Librarian can be ascertained<br /> by any layman&#039;s intelligent reading. A great many<br /> applicants for Copyright—perhaps it would be not<br /> too much to say the majority—make their appli-<br /> cations in a way that would ascrilie to the Librarian<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 103 (#507) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> clairvoyant [xnvers, or an acquaintance with the<br /> family history of persons ho has never heard of<br /> before.&quot;<br /> In the Case of Residents who are not<br /> Citizens.<br /> &quot;Doubt has arisen,&quot; says the Tribune, &quot;in<br /> respect to the proper construction of section i3<br /> of the Act, so far as it may affect foreign-born<br /> residents of the United States who have not been<br /> naturalized. That section provides that the Act<br /> &#039;shall only apply to a citizen or subject of a<br /> foreign State or nation when such foreign State<br /> or nation permits to citizens of the United States<br /> of America the benefit of Copyright on substantially<br /> the same basis as its own citizens; or when such<br /> foreign State or nation is a party to an inter-<br /> national agreement which provides for the reci-<br /> procity in the granting of Copyright, by the terms<br /> of which agreement the United States of America<br /> may, at its pleasure, become a party to such agree-<br /> ment.&#039; The old law in relation to Copyright has<br /> always been liberally construed for the benefit of<br /> unnaturalized foreigners resident in the United<br /> States, so that thousands of Copyrights have been<br /> granted to citizens of France and subjects of Great<br /> Britain, Germany, and other countries residing in<br /> this country. Now, what shall be done if a subject<br /> of Germany, Italy, or any other country not em-<br /> braced in the President&#039;s proclamation of July I,<br /> who is a resident of the United States, shall apply<br /> for Copyright under the new law?&quot;<br /> The ooPYRiGHTrNG of foreign Music.<br /> &quot;Mr. Spofford,&quot; says the Post, &quot;stands firmly<br /> by his decision that foreign music may lx&gt; copy-<br /> righted without reprinting in this country. He<br /> bases this view upon the fact that the new law<br /> makes the distinction, in plain terms, lx&#039;twoen<br /> &#039;a lxx&gt;k, photograph, chromo, or lithograph,&#039;<br /> which it requires &#039;shall be printed from type set<br /> within the limits of the United States, or from<br /> plates made therefrom,&#039; and the general list.<br /> , There will, doubtless, ta a contest over<br /> this, as certain American music publishers insist<br /> that the new law requires that foreign books shall<br /> be reprinted here in order to obtain the benefits<br /> of Copyright, and that a piece of sheet-music is,<br /> for the intents of the law, to lx&gt; regarderl as a book.<br /> . . . The music publishers are evidently dis-<br /> turbed by the prospect. If they cannot get a<br /> decision in their favour they have little hope of<br /> getting relief from Congress for a good while to<br /> come. Moreover, by the argument they are making,<br /> they obviously intend to put a broader construction<br /> on the statute than could possibly have been in<br /> anybody&#039;s mind when the Bill was under discussion,<br /> for they claim that tlx.&#039; word • type&#039; should be<br /> held to include &#039;all punches and other devices<br /> by which books, and all publications construed<br /> to be books, are made.&#039;&quot;<br /> II.<br /> (From &quot; Frank Leslie&#039;s Paper.&quot;)<br /> The brilliant gathering of British writers on<br /> Thursday night, July 16th, at the Hotel Metropole,<br /> in London, under the auspices of the Society<br /> of Authors, may Ira said to close the cam-<br /> paign of International Copyright. The British<br /> authors have now ratified, in a public and official<br /> manner, and with a significant emphasis, tho<br /> legislation of last winter, and that they have done<br /> this lx-speaks at once their magnanimity and their<br /> wisdom—magnanimity, lx»cause they undoubtedly<br /> are hampered by some of the restrictions of the<br /> Act as passed; wisdom, lx?cause in spite of these<br /> limitations, and, from a purely literary standpoint,<br /> these blemishes, the Act is a distinct step forward<br /> in the march of ideas. The veteran Laureate of<br /> England, and of the English speech, struck the<br /> keynote and summed the whole matter up in his<br /> concise despatch of greeting, wherein he said the<br /> Society congratulated the United States &quot;on their<br /> great act of justice.&quot;<br /> It is as a &quot;great act of justice&quot; rather than as<br /> legislation, which will immediately benefit the<br /> pockets of authors and publishers, that the world<br /> feels its chief interest in the present International<br /> Copyright law. It was this consideration which<br /> prompted Henry Cabot Lodge to say at the recent<br /> Copyright dinner in this city, that perhaps the<br /> Fifty-first Congress would ultimately lx&gt; best re-<br /> membered for the passage of this Act. Unregarded<br /> as the reformers were for many years, and reckoned<br /> of only small and incidental consequence, even at<br /> the very last, possibly their &quot;little Bill&quot; may yet<br /> reflect more lustre on the Fifty-first Congress than<br /> some others which now appear to lxi its most<br /> important legacies.<br /> The friends of the measure fought their tattles<br /> o&#039;er again, and exchanged congratulations at<br /> Thursday&#039;s meeting in London, and the temptation<br /> is great to do so on this side also, for when all is<br /> said, scanty justice is done to that small and<br /> devoted tand of men, armed with the irresistible<br /> power of an idea, who besieged Congress for so<br /> many years, until finally their tireless efforts<br /> brought victory. Some of them are now receiving<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 104 (#508) ############################################<br /> <br /> 104<br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> the formal recognition which their labours deserve.<br /> If ever decorations were deserved, they are those<br /> that are worn by the Copyright veterans, and that<br /> eagle should be indeed a &quot;proud bird of freedom&quot;<br /> who furnished the quill with which President<br /> Harrison signed this &quot;great act of justice&quot;—this<br /> literary magna chart a—and which he so grace-<br /> fully presented afterward to the indefatigable<br /> secretary of the Copyright League, Mr. Robert<br /> Underwood Johnson. This particular pen was<br /> mightier than many swords.<br /> The world will not forget, however, the efforts<br /> of several men whose names have not yet won these<br /> formal honours. All the world of writers are<br /> under a deep obligation to Dr. Edward Eggleston<br /> for the patient and judicious campaigns, one after<br /> another, which that eminent writer made from an<br /> unselfish devotion to the interests of literature and<br /> of his fellow-workers in that field. It was entirely<br /> proper that, by an agreement among literary<br /> workers, his latest novel, &quot;The Faith Doctor,&quot;<br /> received the unique distinction of obtaining the<br /> first Copyright under the new law. The name of<br /> ex-Senator Chace is also indelibly linked with the<br /> new epoch, as the law as it now stands on the<br /> statute books was practically drafted by him, and<br /> all the material amendments were submitted to him<br /> and had his cordial approbation and support.<br /> Without subtracting from the importance of the<br /> work in the two halls of Congress done by Breck-<br /> inridge, Adams, and Simonds in the House, and<br /> by Senator Piatt, of Connecticut, in the Senate,<br /> we still remember that it was &quot;the Chace Bill&quot;<br /> which finally became the International Copyright<br /> law. We have also to remember that but for the<br /> earnest efforts of such men as R. R. Bowker, Dr.<br /> Henry J. Van Dyck—who earned the sobriquet<br /> of &quot;chaplain&quot; of the cause.—of Messrs. Lothrop,<br /> Brauder Mathews, R. W. Gilder, Howard Crosby,<br /> Henry Cabot Lodge, Charles Seribner, the Apple-<br /> tons, and a host of other strong and devoted<br /> advocates, the efforts of the &quot;rush line&quot; at<br /> Washington would have been a failure.<br /> What a mighty scrimmage that valiant &quot;rush<br /> line&quot; had, and how gallantly they behaved them-<br /> selves in it! The literary world has not yet done<br /> talking about the bull-dog grip and the quick<br /> adaptability to every emergency which were dis-<br /> played by Senator Piatt, Representative Simonds,<br /> and Secretary R. U. Johnson, the triumvirate! who<br /> did the hand-to-hand fighting. A dozen times<br /> when every danger seemed passed, a new crisis<br /> suddenly stared them in the face, but their resources<br /> were infinite, and, aided by Madam Fortune, who<br /> always smiles upon such determined gallants, the<br /> goal was finally reached and the battle won.<br /> But aven after the President scratched his<br /> approval with the eagle&#039;s quill it was a question<br /> whether the law would be practically operative.<br /> Essentially it was reciprocal in its provisions, and<br /> would have fallen a dead letter, therefore, but<br /> for corresponding action on the part of foreign<br /> governments. Would this be given? Certain<br /> provisions in the law prejudiced it in the eyes of<br /> foreigners, and it required some breadth of view on<br /> their part to accept them. At this point the efforts<br /> of true friends of the reform in France and England<br /> were of much help. Men like Professor Bryce and<br /> the Count de Keratry proved themselves valuable<br /> allies, and their names should not be omitted in a<br /> list of the heroes of the war. In good time the<br /> necessary ratifications were made by England,<br /> France, Belgium, and Switzerland, so that now in<br /> five of the principal nations of Christendom Inter-<br /> national Copyright is in practical operation.<br /> It may now be a.sked, What are the fruits to<br /> date? In reply to such an inquiry, which is a very<br /> natural one, it must be said that thus far little<br /> appears in the way of changes at the business end<br /> of literature. Although several of the leading<br /> publishers are in negotiation for foreign works, we<br /> believe that only one of these transactions has been<br /> concluded. We understand that the Cassells have<br /> purchased tin; right to bring out an American<br /> edition of Zola&#039;s &quot;La Guerre,&quot; and this work will<br /> be the first sold in our market under the new<br /> regime. Recent interviews with a number of New<br /> York publishers show that several important works<br /> are soon to follow, among them a volume by Pro-<br /> fessor Bryce. It will take some time, however,<br /> before the law modifies to any obvious extent exist-<br /> ing conditions, and, as we said at the start, the Act<br /> is of consequence more because it inaugurates a<br /> new era than because it involves any very dramatic<br /> change in the publishing business. That these<br /> changes will come in their proper time is now<br /> generally believed by both authors, publishers, and<br /> booksellers, but the habit of a trade is not often<br /> revolutionised at a blow.<br /> The official indorsement of the Act by the British<br /> authors comes in the nick of time to place in the<br /> right view the selfish opposition to the law de-<br /> veloped by certain elements of the printing and<br /> publishing trades in England. These interests<br /> are bestirring themselves to arouse a sentiment of<br /> hostility to the law, as they fear—with some reason-<br /> that what is known as the &quot;printing clause&quot; in the<br /> law will have the effect of transferring to New<br /> York a considerable part of the mechanical work<br /> in current, literature now done abroad. The friends<br /> of the Chace Bill have always maintained that one<br /> of its effects might be to make New York the<br /> centre of the publishing trade of the world. The<br /> anxiety of the craft in England would go to show<br /> that this claim may have some solid basis. To<br /> obstruct any such tendency, the English printers<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 105 (#509) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> are demanding of their Government that Parlia-<br /> ment shall require that the printing of American<br /> works having an English copyright shall be done in<br /> tluvt country. Thus far, however, the Government<br /> has turned the cold shoulder to these demands. Sir<br /> Michael Hicks Beach, replying to a deputation who<br /> had an interview with him a few days ago on this<br /> subject, said he did not think that in the present state<br /> of the case it would be necessary for the Government<br /> to take any action; that the printing clause in the<br /> Bill affected only 5 per cent, of printed matter,<br /> and it was too early yet to see what its operation<br /> would be, even within this narrow area. The em-<br /> phatic ratification of the law by the authors, coming<br /> on top of this snub from the Government, will<br /> probably put a quietus on this movement, certainly<br /> until the law has a fair chance to show its merits.<br /> We may assume, therefore, that a new principle<br /> has l&gt;een established and a new epoch opened.<br /> Intel-national property in literary ideas is recog-<br /> nised and imbedded in the law of the land, and<br /> America joins hands with the principal nations of<br /> Christendom in securing to authors the full and<br /> just reward of their labour.<br /> Henry B. Elliot.<br /> <br /> ASSOCIATION LITTÉRAIRE ET ARTISTIQUE<br /> INTERNATIONALE.<br /> AGENERAL invitation has been extended<br /> to the Members of this Society for the<br /> Congress which meets at Neufchâtel on the<br /> 26th of September and continues its sittings to<br /> the 3rd of October. It will be remembered that<br /> the Association held a Congress at London two<br /> years ago, which began by ignoring the existence of<br /> this Society, and in consequence was not attended<br /> by one single English man of letters. This<br /> omission, there is reason to believe, was not<br /> occidental but intentional, and suggested by<br /> certain warm friends of the Society. It is not<br /> probable that the omission will be repeated. As<br /> regards the journey to the Congress of this year, a<br /> reduction of 5o per cent, is made on the French<br /> and Swiss lines for Members, and the daily expenses<br /> at the hotels, the secretary informs inquirers, may<br /> be set down at a maximum of 10 or 12 francs.<br /> The following is the official programme of the<br /> Congress :—<br /> Programme des Travaux.<br /> i° Rapport sur les travaux de l&#039;année. Rap-<br /> porteur: M. Jules Lennina.<br /> 2° Etude sur le projet de loi anglais. Copyright.<br /> Rapporteurs: MM. Henri Morel et Rothlisberger.<br /> VOL. 11.<br /> 3° Etude sur la nouvelle loi Copyright, pro-<br /> mulguée aux Etats-Unis. Rapporteurs: MM.<br /> Darras et Maillard.<br /> 40 De la propriété artistique. Peinture et<br /> sculpture. Ripporteur: M. Armand Dumaresq.<br /> 5° De la propriété artistique. Musique. Rap-<br /> porteur: M. Victor Souchon.<br /> 6° De la propriété artistique en matière de<br /> photographie. Rapporteur: M. Bulloz.<br /> 70 Essai de législation en matière de contrat<br /> d&#039;édition. Rapporteurs: MM. Ocainpo et Max<br /> Nordau.<br /> 8&quot; De l&#039;état de la propriété intellectuelle dans<br /> les pays qui n&#039;ont pas adhéré à la Convention de<br /> Berne. Rapporteur: M. Frédéric Bœtzmann.<br /> 90 De la revision de la Convention de Berne.<br /> De la Conférence diplomatique de 1892, à Paris.<br /> Rapporteur: M. Eugène Pouillet.<br /> Réunion préparatoire, Samedi 26 Septembre, à<br /> dix heures du matin, au Cercle du Musée.<br /> La séance solennelle de réception des membres<br /> du Congrès aura lieu le Samedi 26 Septembre en<br /> présence des autorités, à la Salle «les Etats, au<br /> château de Neuchâtel. Tenue de soirée.<br /> Le soir réception et concert, au Cercle du Musée.<br /> Les séances plénières et les Commissions se<br /> tiendront dans l&#039;ancienne salle du Conseil d&#039;Etat<br /> et des annexes.<br /> Dimanche 27 Septembre. Excursion sur le lac<br /> de Neuchâtel, à l&#039;île Saint-Pierre.<br /> Du Lundi 28 Septembre au Samedi 3 Octobre.<br /> Séances de travail.<br /> Mardi. Banquet offert par la ville de Neuchâtel.<br /> Jeudi. Excursion à la Chaux-de-Fonds et au<br /> Saut-du-Doubs.<br /> Samedi. Séance de clôture et banquet (l&#039;adieu.<br /> La langue officielle du Congrès est la langue<br /> française: mais chacun a le droit de s&#039;exprimer<br /> dans sa langue nationale. Des programmes seront<br /> imprimés chaque jour et adressés par la poste aux<br /> congressistes, à la première distribution.<br /> THE DUBLIN CONFERENCE OF THE<br /> INSTITUTE OF JOURNALISTS.<br /> fl^HE Conference of Journalists in the Irish<br /> I capital, which took place on August the 20th<br /> and following days, proved to be one of the<br /> most interesting meetings the Institute has ever<br /> held. The Dublin Reception Committee had made<br /> strenuous efforts to enhance the pleasure of their<br /> visitors, and the military, civic, and learned autho-<br /> rities seconded them so ably, that the whole time<br /> of five days was fully filled with the most pleasur-<br /> able incidents. On the day of arrival visits were<br /> H<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 106 (#510) ############################################<br /> <br /> io6<br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> made to the historic and commercial monuments of<br /> Dublin, and in the evening the Royal Hibernian<br /> Academy gave a charming reception in their rooms,<br /> which were hung with the work of the members<br /> especially for the occasion. Many knotty points<br /> of journalistic laws were acutely and thoroughly<br /> discussed at the meetings held in the City Hall;<br /> upon one or two points, especially upon the<br /> Orphans&#039; Fund question, ladies taking a noteworthy<br /> part. Miss Drew&#039;s sj&gt;eech upon the system of<br /> foster parents versus large orphanages, eliciting<br /> much sympathy and applause. At the Annual<br /> Dinner most of the principal dignities of Dublin<br /> were present, the Lord Mayor being on Mr.<br /> Gilzean Reid&#039;s right, whilst upon his left-hand sat<br /> the Lord Chancellor of Ireland. From Lord<br /> Ashbourne&#039;s lips fell one of the brightest and<br /> wittiest speeches that it could fall to the lot of<br /> journalists to listen to, and yet it embodied much<br /> sound and useful advice as to the usage of the<br /> mighty power of the Press. The Royal Dublin<br /> Society met the members at their premises at<br /> Ralls Bridge, and conducted them over the admir-<br /> able premises which were prepared for the great<br /> horse show. On the Saturday evening the Lord<br /> Mayor gave a banquet to some 5oo guests in the<br /> great circular hall of the Mansion House, which<br /> was built to entertain George the Fourth, and a<br /> most interesting sight was this crowded hall, when<br /> the Lord Mayor from beneath the canopy, above<br /> which in light blazed the Irish Harp and Shamrock,<br /> gave most heartily the toast of &quot; The Queen &quot;; that<br /> was received with ringing and renewed cheering.<br /> On the evening before, this toast was accompanied by<br /> the singing of the first two verses of the National<br /> Anthem. &#039; The Sunday was devoted by some of our<br /> members to visits to the Cathedrals and Churches<br /> of Dublin, and by others to short excursions to<br /> such spots as Bray, and the Seven Churches of<br /> Qlendalough. One of the most marked instances<br /> of Irish hospitality to the United Journalists was<br /> the invitation of a large body of them by Lord and<br /> Lady Wolseley to lunch at Kihnainham Hospital.<br /> Lady Wolseley afterwards receiving a still larger<br /> number of the meml&gt;ers at an &quot; At Home,&quot; giving<br /> all an opportunity to inspect the Hospital grounds<br /> and pictures under the guidance of Lord Wolseley.<br /> This brought the Dublin proceedings to a close,<br /> but Irishmen had not vet exhausted their generous,<br /> cordial greeting to the &quot;Strangers within their<br /> gates,&quot; for the great railway companies had<br /> signified their wish that all members should visit<br /> other parts of Ireland, and hail placed free passes<br /> at their disposal to the Western Highlands and<br /> to Belfast; and the Cork ami Bandon Railway also<br /> threw open the Glengariff route to Killarney. The<br /> Great Northern Railway even provided lunch at<br /> the Giant&#039;s Causeway. In short, all Ireland<br /> welcomed the English, Scottish, anil Welsh press-<br /> men with true Irish generosity and warmth,<br /> hoping only in return for fair, generous descrip-<br /> tion and criticism of Ireland and her people; and<br /> most assuredly those who had the pleasure of being<br /> at the Conference must leave Ireland with increased<br /> knowledge of her country and her people, and with<br /> hearty longings for the happiness of so warm-<br /> hearted a people, and with pens steeped in friendship<br /> towards their generous hosts.<br /> James Baker. ♦■»■»<br /> AN OLD NEW WORD.<br /> IREGRET to see that there has been some talk,<br /> in late numbers of the Author, about &quot;a<br /> slating with slates.&quot; It looks as if some<br /> people actually suppose that &quot;to slate &quot; means &quot; to<br /> pelt with slates.&quot; That is not it at all.<br /> I cannot go into the whole matter, as I regret to<br /> say that it involves delicate questions of vowel-<br /> gradation, in which the general public cannot be<br /> expected to take much interest. I will merely sav<br /> that I &quot;happen to know&quot;; because, though the<br /> verb is not in any Anglo-Saxon dictionary, it<br /> happened to turn up in an Anglo-Saxon text which<br /> it was my business to edit; and I can give chapter<br /> anil verse for every statement I shall make.<br /> The net result is just this : There was once a verb<br /> to slitc (now obsolete), past tense slotc, past parti-<br /> ciple stiffen. It now remains only in two deriva-<br /> tives; one, is, to slit, and the other is to slait or<br /> sleat (rhyming with great), or (phonetically) to<br /> slate.<br /> To slite meant to tear; to slit means much the<br /> same. To slait was the causal verb, to cause to<br /> tear. It is precisely parallel to bait, the causal of<br /> bite. To bait a bull is to set on dogs to bile him.<br /> The Anglo-Saxon text I spoke of talks of slatting<br /> a bull, or setting on dogs to slite or rend him.<br /> That&#039;s just what it means, viz., to set on dogs to<br /> harass, worry, and the like ; much the same as bait.<br /> But to talk of slatting &quot; with slates &quot; is mere igno-<br /> rance. Thev would be quite ineffectual as against<br /> a bull.<br /> Nevertheless, the word slate is ultimately from<br /> the same root; but that is a lucre chance, and does<br /> not justify the use of a slip-shod expression.<br /> By all means let us use good old words, but let<br /> us do it intelligently. There would be a mighty<br /> fuss if we were to misuse a word of Greek origin;<br /> but when it is only good English, why, then——■<br /> Walter W. Skeat.<br /> ■<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 107 (#511) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> THE AUTHORS&#039; CLUB.<br /> AGREAT many letters have been received on<br /> the subject of the proposed club. They<br /> will all be placed in the hands of the com-<br /> mittee, and will be duly considered by them. One<br /> or two contributors are anxious that ladies should<br /> be admitted. Well, it must be understood that the<br /> Resolutions published in the last number of the<br /> Author were preliminary and tentative onlv.<br /> Meantime, two or three ladies, Meml&gt;ers of the<br /> Society, have written to ask for a reconsideration<br /> of this point, but only two or three. Many more<br /> have stated their inability to pay a five-guinea sub-<br /> scription. Clearly, an ideal club of authors should<br /> admit women as well as men. Literature is, above<br /> all others, a profession open to both sexes. Yet<br /> literary women are even more mercilessly sweated,<br /> especially by religious societies, who pretend not to<br /> know that this sweating was specially contemplated<br /> in framing the Eighth Commandment; and the<br /> number of ladies who live by their literary work,<br /> and can afford even so reasonable a subscription as<br /> five guineas, is very small.<br /> A learned Professor, whose works are manv,<br /> writes to invite a reconsideration of Clause VIII.<br /> He says, &quot; Instead of a ride that all members are<br /> to give copies of their works, let it Ik: worded that<br /> members be invited to give copies of their works.&quot;<br /> In any case the rule could not be retrospective, and<br /> the ease might arise of a costly work with a limited<br /> edition, the presentation of which would be onerous.<br /> These notes are only meant to mark the tirst stage.<br /> We are still in full vacation, and it is enough that<br /> the Authors&#039; Club is no longer a mere suggestion,<br /> but has advanced to the stage of practical<br /> consideration.<br /> The American Club, it may be noted, is not an<br /> Authors&#039; Club, but an Authors Club.<br /> NOTES AND NEWS.<br /> LET the Author, though late, lay a wreath upon<br /> the grave of James Russell Lowell, if only<br /> as a personal friend of many of our Members,<br /> and a strong well-wisher to the Society. As a<br /> writer, he was the lineal descendant of the good<br /> old English stock; he might have contributed a<br /> paper for Addison&#039;s Spectator, or, later on, he<br /> might have added a chapter to Washington Irving&#039;s<br /> Sketch Booh. He had nothing in common with the<br /> modern writers of his own country—Bret Harte,<br /> Mark Twain, Howell, Stockton, and others who have<br /> broken off with the old English traditions. Lowell<br /> was an Englishman, who was lwrn, and mostly<br /> lived, in America. Yet an Englishman who was<br /> attached to republican principles, and never ceased<br /> to see in his own country the beginnings of every<br /> kind of greatness. It will be remembered that he<br /> made a speech at one of our dinners, a speech<br /> whose common sense, humour, and simple eloquence<br /> deeply impressed themselves upon all who heard it.<br /> It should be reprinted for our own keeping. He<br /> came to that dinner from the couch where he had<br /> been confined by gout; it was a greater effort than<br /> most of the guests suspected for him to stand up at<br /> all. Yet he came out of pure love for literature,<br /> and liecause he wanted to encourage those who<br /> follow literature to unite for their own advantage,<br /> and to form a corporation for their own protection.<br /> He could speak. That fact alone placed him<br /> above the British author, of whom it may 1m&gt; said,<br /> as a general rule, that he cannot speak. There are<br /> brilliant exceptions, but, as a rule, the English<br /> author cannot speak. The fact is a difficulty<br /> which constantly faces us when we meet. The<br /> English author cannot speak. If he rises to pro-<br /> pose a toast, he says what he has to say without<br /> art, without preparation; he stammers, he boggles,<br /> he hesitates. Nay, sometimes he refuses abso-<br /> lutely to speak. For example: we were once<br /> anxious that a certain well-known writer should<br /> preside at a certain gathering. We represented to<br /> him that it was his proper place, that he ought to<br /> be in that chair; that he should claim the prece-<br /> dency he had won. He refused; he said that he<br /> could not speak. He came to the meeting, but he<br /> sat down below with the rank and file. As for the<br /> exceptions: Lord Lytton is a statesman, and there-<br /> fore accustomed to speaking; Mr. James Bryce is<br /> also a statesman; Professor Jebb is, or was, the.<br /> Public Orator of Cambridge, and therefore always<br /> speaking; Mr. Edmund Yates is well known as<br /> one of the best after-dinner speakers that we have;<br /> Mr. Hermann Merivale is an eloquent speaker;<br /> Mr. George Augustus Sala is full of wit and anec-<br /> dote; Professor Michael Foster s[&gt;eaks genially<br /> and cordially. There are, of course, many others,<br /> but the broad fact remains—the English author<br /> cannot speak. Why not? Simply because he will<br /> not take the trouble to study the art of elocution,<br /> and to practise a little. Authors are always getting<br /> up subjects for their own purposes. Sometimes<br /> they know a great deal more than the mass of<br /> mankind. What an addition to their strength<br /> and their influence it would 1k&gt; if they could speak<br /> upon their subjects as well as write aliout them!<br /> All educated men—that is, all those who ought to<br /> lead—should practise the art of speaking. Not to<br /> ir 2<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 108 (#512) ############################################<br /> <br /> io8<br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> do so is to leave the leading of the people to the<br /> uncultivated—the men who can speak, but do not<br /> know—who mislead because they do not know.<br /> Lord Cranbrook sends to the Times some grace-<br /> ful lines written to him by Lowell, apropos of his<br /> own lines:<br /> Life is a leaf of paper white,<br /> Whereon each one of us may write<br /> His word or two—then conies the night.<br /> They arc called &quot; Cuivis cunque &quot; :—<br /> On earth Columbus wrote his name:<br /> Montgolfier on the circling air:<br /> Lesseps in water did the same:<br /> Franklin traced his in living flame:<br /> Newton on space&#039;s desert bare.<br /> Safe with the primal elements<br /> Their signatures august remain:<br /> While the fierce hurtle of events<br /> Whirls us and our ephemeral tents<br /> Beyond oblivion&#039;s mere disdain.<br /> Our names, as what we write are frail,<br /> Time spunges out like hopeless scores,<br /> Unless for mine it should prevail<br /> To turn awhile the faltering scale<br /> Of memory, thus to make it yours.<br /> Qcivis.<br /> Many notices, biographies, and appreciations<br /> more or less critical have appeared on James<br /> Russell Lowell since his death. That written by<br /> Mr. Theodore Watts for the Athenaum of<br /> August 22nd, stands out above all those that I have<br /> seen. It is simply an excellent paper. It is<br /> especially valuable for its analysis of the Puritan<br /> element in the man, and of what that Puritan<br /> element really means — the teaching of self-<br /> restraint and self-governance as opposed to the<br /> Pagan instinct of self-indulgence. It is a paper<br /> filled with admiration of the man, yet capable of<br /> acknowledging weak points in the poet. In spite<br /> of the occasional ruggedness of his verse, the<br /> world will continue to read Lowell when they<br /> have quite forgotten poets of greater dexterity and<br /> finer music, and this, for the sake of the things he<br /> has to say.<br /> Once more our old friend Bogey turns up. The<br /> Spectatoi; in a little notice of &quot;The Cost of Pro-<br /> duction &quot;—better late than never; it is just in time<br /> for the third edition—reproduces this good old fraud<br /> &quot;If,&quot; it says, &quot; the author of a shilling shocker<br /> receives £o on a thousand copies, the publisher<br /> receives a little more. Not more, it may lie<br /> readily admitted, than is fair, considering the risk.&quot;<br /> What risk? My dear Spectator, you have been<br /> told over and over again that there is very, very<br /> seldom any risk, and that there need be none at all.<br /> Again, suppose there was risk. What is the pub-<br /> lisher&#039;s risk compared witli the author&#039;s? The<br /> author risks his labour, risks months of hard work<br /> and time. Is that a less or a greater risk than tin-<br /> publisher&#039;s £100, which, mind, he docs not pay<br /> until the returns of the book come in? Now, tin;<br /> author does advance his risk beforehand. As we<br /> have pointed out and proved over and over again,<br /> the great mass of published books carry no risk.<br /> But I suppose it is quite impossible to drown this<br /> Bogey in the Bed Sea.<br /> It was the Spectator which, after admitting a<br /> letter by me, signed, on this very subject—a letter<br /> in which I advanced the undeniable fact that<br /> nowadays publishers take very, very few risks, and<br /> that many publishers simply cannot afford to take<br /> any—published a letter which stated that &quot; the man<br /> who says that publishers never take risks must be<br /> insane.&quot; The writer did not sign his name. But<br /> observe: his letter conveyed a falsehood: he<br /> meant people to believe that I had said that no<br /> publishers ever take; any risks. It was not worth<br /> while to complain or to explain. At the sauie time<br /> two questions arise: (i) Howr far an editor is justi-<br /> fied in allowing an anonymous writer to attack a<br /> man who openly signs himself? and (2) How far<br /> an editor is justified in inserting a letter which is<br /> carefully worded so as to convey a falsehood? The<br /> season is approaching when the lists of new books<br /> will appear. We will then again proceed with<br /> the analysis of the new books published, in order<br /> to find out what is the proportion of books which<br /> ma}&#039; carry risk.<br /> Meantime, here is a very good illustration of what<br /> they sometimes call risk. A correspondent writes<br /> to us: &quot;Among publishers who do sometimes<br /> take risks, you must include Mr. A. B. The<br /> book called , recently published, was<br /> actually bought by him at a good price. He gave<br /> £— for it. Yet it was the work of a perfectly<br /> unknown writer. If this was not risk, what is?&quot;<br /> Very good. Let us see. The publisher bought<br /> the book for a certain sum. He then ran it<br /> through his magazine. The sum given for the<br /> book was about half that which he would have had<br /> to pay at the current, rate of payment per page.<br /> The other half, which he saved, paid for the<br /> printing, paper, and binding of the book. Thus,<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 109 (#513) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> you see, lie brought out the book for nothing, and<br /> got all the credit of a publisher who dares to take<br /> a new writer in hand and to give him a start. It<br /> was good business all round: very good for the<br /> new writer, who got a capital start, for which he<br /> must thank the publisher; and since, if he turns<br /> out well, he will be under an endless debt of<br /> gratitude to that publisher, it will prove very good<br /> business for him as well. But, you s&lt;«, it is not<br /> taking a risk.<br /> I wonder if English as well as French hooks are<br /> going to be put up for auction in New York.<br /> Zola&#039;s last work is reported to have l)cen offered<br /> in this way and to have been knocked down<br /> for £2,000, or £400. This is not much, as it<br /> includes the right of selling it in French as well<br /> lus in English. If the practice is to lie extended<br /> to English books, there will be, I fear, considerable<br /> bumbling and considerable shamefaeedness, because<br /> there arc writers who wrap up the question of<br /> dollars in mystery which magnifies.<br /> Certain Americans are said, by the Critic of<br /> New York, to be patriotically indignant because<br /> Lord Tennyson has been invited to write an ode<br /> for the opening of the Chicago Exhibition. The<br /> President of the World&#039;s Congress Auxiliary thus<br /> explains the invitation: &quot;I thought it was not<br /> improper to make some allusion to his long and<br /> splendid career of half a century as Wordsworth&#039;s<br /> successor in the office of Poet Laureate of England,<br /> and I added the hope that it might please him to<br /> send a song to be sung at the opening of the great<br /> Exposition. This, to my mind, was certainly a<br /> becoming courtesy. It by no means excludes from<br /> the list any other poet of the world. It always<br /> has been and still is the intention to extend a<br /> similar invitation to other adepts in the divine art<br /> of poesy.&quot; At the same time, one would have<br /> thought that the Americans were prepared to ac-<br /> knowledge that the greatest living figure in English<br /> poetry is Lord Tennyson.<br /> The Spectator, I read somewhere, thinks that a<br /> great proportion of the upper and middle classes<br /> of England never buy a book from one year&#039;s<br /> end to another. I do not remember the paper<br /> saying this. If it did say so—if it does think so—<br /> it is quite wrong, as readers of the Author will<br /> understand. The investigation which we recently<br /> conducted into the extent of the home lxjok trade<br /> proved conclusively that the upper and middle<br /> class buv books very largely. There are, of course.<br /> many houses where the head of the family never<br /> reads a book, but even there his wife, his<br /> daughters, his sons read and buy. For whom are<br /> the six-shilling books published? For the poor?<br /> For the lower middle class? And when we read<br /> of 10,000, 20,000, copies of a six-shilling liook<br /> being sold, who, pray, are the buyers? The lower<br /> middle class? Look again at the lwokstall—say,<br /> at the Great Western—a line which seems to l&gt;c.<br /> used by the upper class more than any other. All<br /> day long the books are being taken by passengers.<br /> Look at Stoneham&#039;s place in the Poultry, in the<br /> City, or at Glaishers in the Strand. All day<br /> long the passers by are dropping in for books.<br /> Not the poor passers by, if you please, but<br /> the better sort. The truth is, that people are<br /> enabled to read a great deal more than they would<br /> otherwise afford to do, by the existence of the cir-<br /> culating library; they do not, certainly, buy as<br /> much as they should, but Ihey buy a great deal,<br /> and they are learning to buy more. The opinion<br /> that middle-class people never buy books is one of<br /> the numerous conventional opinions which arc a<br /> kind of stock-in-trade of journalists who are too<br /> lazy or are unable to examine for themselves. The<br /> notion that every book involves an awfid risk to<br /> publish is another. The Spectator certainly<br /> believes that as an article of Christian faith. I<br /> wish someone would make a little collection of<br /> stock conventional opinions.<br /> Mr. H. Schiitz Wilson reminds lovers of<br /> Germany and German poets that on .September<br /> the 21st, the centenary of the birth of the patriot<br /> poet Theodor Korner is to be celebrated. Here<br /> is an excellent opportunity for a paper on the<br /> young soldier who died fighting in the liefreiungs<br /> Krieg. Such a life as that of Korner, with such<br /> a death after such achievements, needs to be told<br /> for every generation.<br /> Especially does his verse need to be re-translated,<br /> or in some way brought ljefore the world at a time<br /> when people are asking why German is so little<br /> read. The fact is certain: German liooks are not<br /> asked for in libraries so much as they were 20<br /> years ago, although German is taught in schools<br /> more extensively and more thoroughly than at that<br /> time. There are several reasons for this falling off.<br /> One is a prevalent belief that when one has read<br /> half-a-dozen great German writers, there remain<br /> no more worth reading. I refer to belles lettres,<br /> because German is indispensable to scientific men<br /> and scholars. Next, German historians mav be<br /> valuable, but they are certainly heavy to read.<br /> Thirdly, the reviews which try to follow modern<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 110 (#514) ############################################<br /> <br /> I IO<br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> German literature do not, somehow, succeed in<br /> attracting people to read the books. Perhaps, if<br /> some of them were to adopt the plan of recom-<br /> mending special books withan account of them, the<br /> reader might be stimulated to order them. Lastly,<br /> our own literature, with American literature and<br /> French literature, is so rich that it takes all our<br /> •time to read even the most remarkable books.<br /> The administration of the Free Libraries in<br /> Paris recently made the deplorable discovery that<br /> their readers prefer novels to any other branch of<br /> literature. They thereupon instructed the librarians<br /> to coax, guide, lead, and persuade the people<br /> into more serious reading. The librarians obeyed<br /> and exhorted. All the people walked out. The<br /> librarians desisted. All the people came back.<br /> They are now again diligently engaged in read-<br /> ing nothing but novels. Humanity is the same<br /> everywhere—both otheial humanity and natural<br /> humanity. Official humanity laments the tendency<br /> to read novels, because oflieial humanity cannot<br /> understand that the average man reads for amuse-<br /> ment, and that when he lias done his day&#039;s work<br /> he does not want to work any longer at<br /> anything. Also official humanity has never<br /> arrived at the least conception of the fact that<br /> fiction is the greatest of all the forces now in<br /> existence for refinement of manners and for edu-<br /> cation in ideas. Official humanity never gets<br /> beyond the copybook maxims. Natural humanity,<br /> no doubt, learns these and straightway forgets<br /> them. The copybook view of a public library is<br /> of a place where the eager youth, longing for art<br /> and letters and learning for their own sakes, sits<br /> every evening—or, as the schoolboy hath it, swots<br /> every evening after a hard 12 hours&#039; day. The<br /> simple and unconventional truth is that the<br /> average man finds here only a place of amusement<br /> which has the advantage of being warm, quiet,<br /> light, and costing nothing.<br /> The Victorian Exhibition is to have a portrait<br /> gallery of 400 distinguished persons, belonging to<br /> the present reign, now deceased. Four hundred is a<br /> considerable number. Probably the whole of the<br /> period covered by Gibbon&#039;s &quot; Decline and Fall &quot; does<br /> not contain many more, yet here we have 400, all<br /> adorning a period of one short half-century, so that we<br /> ought to be a proud and happy nation indeed. Nay,<br /> since none of the living are included, and there<br /> must be a great many more than 400 capable of<br /> calling themselves illustrious, the Victorian age is,<br /> indeed, in advance of all preceding ages put together.<br /> The Victorian literature shows, among the dead:<br /> Browning, Landor, Tom Moore, Southev, Words-<br /> worth, Carlyle, Dickens, Thackeray, Charles Reade,<br /> Wilkie Collins, George Eliot, Charlotte Bronte,<br /> Rogers, Grote, Hallam, Mill, Lightfoot, Trench,<br /> Stanley, Wilberforce, Liddon, Keble, Newman,<br /> Arnold, Darwin, Faraday, Herschel, Lyell, Mur-<br /> ehison, Fox Talbot, J. R. Green, Mark Pattison,<br /> Mrs. Gaskell, Edward Fitzgerald, Lord Strangford,<br /> Edward Palmer, not to speak of a mighty host of<br /> men of every science and art who have by their<br /> books adorned this great and wonderful Victorian<br /> age. It is, of course, absurd to confine the word<br /> literature any longer to poetry, fiction, and essays;<br /> it now includes every kind of book on every kind<br /> of subject — scientific, technical, educational—I<br /> think one would only except BraiLshaw, the Army<br /> and Navy lists, the Law lists, the Oxford and<br /> Cambridge Calendar, Crockford&#039;s Clerical Dire torv,<br /> and the Report of the S.P.C.K. This splendid<br /> growth of science and of letters—the true glory of<br /> the Victorian period—will, one hopes, be adequately<br /> illustrated bv the portrait gallery. One also hopes<br /> that no one will ask the very awkward question of<br /> how the Court has been advised to recognize and<br /> to honour the men by whom the time and the reign<br /> have been made famous.<br /> The fashion of advertising publishers&#039; lists at the<br /> end of books seems falling into disuse. This is a<br /> pity for one reason: namely, that the lists a few<br /> years later afford such excellent food for reflection.<br /> Here, for instance, is a book issued in the year<br /> 188-3 by a publisher who at that time produced<br /> much, in quantity at least. At the end is his<br /> current list of works. It contains 40 new three-<br /> volume novels. Many of these books are by writers<br /> then, and now, more or less known, who have<br /> continued to write novels, and, therefore, it is pre-<br /> sumed have found their practice of the art remune-<br /> rative, or at least pleasant. Out of the 40 which<br /> were all apparently published in the years 18S2<br /> and |883, there are one or two which had then<br /> advanced to a second edition. But not one of the<br /> whole 40 has ever made the least impression 011 the<br /> mind of the public. Every one of them is stone<br /> dead. So that of 40 average novels not one has<br /> managed to live in memory or on the bookshelves<br /> for eight years. I do not put this forward as a<br /> proof that they were all bad. Many novels, of<br /> good workmanship are written with no other object<br /> than to amuse for the moment. It is, however,<br /> pleasing to read some of the extracts from friendly<br /> reviewers on these immortal works : — &quot; Fresh,<br /> free, powerful &quot;; &quot;The work of a master-hand&quot;;<br /> &quot;A romance of the most fascinating description &quot;;<br /> &quot;Will be received with delight by all classes&quot;:<br /> these praises seem, after this short lapse of time,<br /> somewhat extravagant. They are better, however,<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 111 (#515) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> 111<br /> than the work of the scarifier. The authors should<br /> at least be thankful that their critics were easily<br /> pleased.<br /> The French &quot; Syndicat pour la protect ion de la<br /> proprietd litteraire et artistique &quot; has presented a<br /> gold medal to Senator Piatt for the part which he<br /> has taken &quot;in the triumph of a just cause.&quot;<br /> Certain American publishers have presented a<br /> loving cup to Mr. Robert Underwood Johnson for<br /> his exertions in the cause of International Copy-<br /> right, and the French Government has conferred<br /> upon Messrs. Johnson, Putnam, Adams, and<br /> Simonds the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honour.<br /> What have we done? What had our Government<br /> done? Nothing. Yet the benefit conferred upon<br /> us by this Act are a thousand times greater than<br /> those conferred upon the French. It is useless, I<br /> suppose, to think that any English Government<br /> will ever act, under any circumstances, as if<br /> Literature and Art were things of any value or<br /> importance. No other country so deeply indebted<br /> to four foreigners as we are to the four gentlemen<br /> who have received the Grand Cross of the Legion of<br /> Honour would neglect them; no other country<br /> could afford to be so boorish; in every other<br /> country thev would at least l&gt;e offered something<br /> equivalent to our knighthood of the Bath. Such<br /> an act of courtesy, such a sense of gratitude, we<br /> may expect in vain. It is not, however, too late<br /> for ourselves to do something. Let us do it, and<br /> that at once. The time approaches when we shall<br /> be all back in our places; let the first step taken<br /> by the Society after the vacation be one of simple<br /> justice and acknowledgment of gratitude.<br /> The Folk Lore Congress of October promises to<br /> be the most literary event of the year. Mr. Andrew<br /> Lang, the President, will open it with an address.<br /> Mr. Sidney Hart land is tin; Chairman of the Folk-<br /> tale Section; Professor John Rhys, of the Mytho-<br /> logical Section; Sir Frederick Pollock, of the<br /> Institutions Section. At the meeting of the Mytho-<br /> logical Section there will be a representation of an<br /> old English mumming play, with children&#039;s games,<br /> sword dances, savage music, and folk songs. The<br /> savage music ought to prove very attractive. I<br /> hope the Society is increasing in numbers and<br /> support. No transactions of any society are half<br /> so interesting as those of the Folk Lore. The<br /> wonder is that they keep up and show no abate-<br /> ment in material or in interest. But the Society<br /> deals with an inexhaustible mass of subjects. Con-<br /> sider, for instance, how one single fact, the existence<br /> of the king of the Arician Grove, has been shown, in<br /> &quot;The Golden Bough,&quot; to require two great volumes<br /> full of illustrations, explanations, and history.<br /> This wonderful work, as interesting as any novel,<br /> should have been kept for the Folk Lore Congress.<br /> A general invitation to the Members of our<br /> Society has been received from the Council of the<br /> German Authors&#039; Society—iDeutscher Schriftsteller-<br /> Verband. The Association holds a Congress at<br /> Berlin on September 12th, i3th, and 14th. The<br /> programme is a business-like document. The<br /> members will be chiefly occupied with various<br /> changes in their statutes. With them we are not<br /> greatly concerned. Two or three proposal*, how-<br /> ever, are interesting:—<br /> That the Council shall every year offer a prize<br /> for an original novel and one for a drama.<br /> That strenuous efforts shall be made to receive<br /> the recognition of the State.<br /> That all German writers of eminence shall be<br /> urged to join the Society.<br /> I do not think that any prize which the Society<br /> could offer would do much to advance the cause of<br /> dramatic or fictional art. We cannot imagine a<br /> good writer competing for a prize unless it was<br /> a prize in four figures. And there seems to us<br /> something ridiculous in the &quot;crowning &quot; of a work<br /> by a writer of established reputation. But I have<br /> sometimes thought that a gold medal bestowed,<br /> not every year, but whenever a really good first<br /> work by a young writer appeared—which is not<br /> every year—might do something in smoothing the<br /> way for that young writer&#039;s future success.<br /> The German Society has local centres and local<br /> committees. Some time ago we asked for and<br /> received the names of Members willing to act as<br /> honorary secretaries in their own centres. We<br /> shall probably ask for their services this Autumn.<br /> Will any others willing to help us, should the<br /> occasion arise, send up their names?<br /> The Germans will vary their dry business with a<br /> little festivity. On Sunday they propose to have a<br /> dinner and a ball; on Monday they will meet at the<br /> opera; on Tuesday they will go for an excursion.<br /> If we have a Congress, which has been some time<br /> suggested, let us have these good things as well.<br /> Walter Besant.<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 112 (#516) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> ON A NEW NOVELIST.<br /> UNTIL Mr. Edmund Gosse&#039;s delightful intro-<br /> duction to &quot;The Footsteps of Fate,&quot; of<br /> Louis Couperus on the, Dutch Sensitivists,<br /> with other ignorant people I had l&gt;een under the<br /> impression that Holland possessed a language that<br /> was inarticulate, and that the Dutch had found Art<br /> their only medium of expression. Their grait<br /> traditions of painting, like those of the Flemish,<br /> have eclipsed any claims they may have had to a<br /> literature.. While the names of the Maris Brothers,<br /> Josef Israels, and others are known throughout<br /> Europe, the young men of whom Mr. Gosse writes<br /> so pleasantly (and, alas, so briefly) are almost<br /> unknown in England, except to those enviable<br /> persons who can master the northern languages of<br /> Europe. Apparently, we have been wronging the<br /> Dutch in denying them the parts of speech. They<br /> have been having literary revolutions and aesthetic<br /> movement*!, and slashing reviews like any other<br /> Christian nation. It will, doubtless, shock many<br /> respectable English critics when they learn that<br /> much of this morbid, unwholesome, intellectual<br /> activity is due to a deal of &quot;poisoned honey&quot;<br /> stolen from England! Our authors it seems can<br /> corrupt another nation no less than the insidious<br /> writers of another land are able to do.<br /> Now our insular appreciations have been roused<br /> by the appearance of two novels in English by a<br /> Dutch writer, Maarten Maartens: &quot; The Sin of Joost<br /> Avelingh,&quot; and &quot;An Old Maid&#039;s Love.&quot; They are<br /> two novels which promise to place their author in<br /> the first rank of English novelists now living. I<br /> say English, for these are riot translations from the<br /> Dutch as some reviewers had supposed, but were<br /> written in English—in a style which some of our<br /> native writers would do well to emulate. Though<br /> it is not given to everyone to form a style so<br /> exquisite as that of Maarten Maartens; who,<br /> furthermore, is endowed with that rare faculty of<br /> writing with felicity in a foreign language—in a<br /> manner, that is to say, that will deceive a foreigner.<br /> Raging Anglo-Saxons may not find in his books a<br /> phrase or idiom not to be found in Beowulf, but<br /> for reasonable Englishmen the language is as pure<br /> as Buskin&#039;s, as English as Thackeray&#039;s, as facile as<br /> Fronde&#039;s.<br /> In &quot; The Sin of Joost Avelingh &#039;&#039; the author has,<br /> consciously or unconsciously, proposed a conun-<br /> drum. It is a story of moral murder, but as to<br /> whether Joost was guilty or not, psychologists and<br /> theologians might argue till Doomsday. To avoid<br /> all sensation, this author deliberately gives the ma])<br /> of the plot in a prologue, and the story is simply a<br /> study and development of character. In absolute<br /> narrative power it is deficient, as in the pictures of<br /> the author&#039;s great compatriots we do not look for<br /> a story, but for the purely pictorial—characteri-<br /> sation, light and shadow, or the incidents of daily<br /> life around us. Mutual antipathy like that of<br /> Baron van Trotsem and Joost Avelingh, where<br /> one&#039;s sympathies are enlisted for the antipathy of<br /> each for the other though a common combination<br /> in life has not often been treated of in fiction.<br /> The Baron is not a brute, but a charming old-<br /> fashioned Dutch landowner given to drinking and<br /> swearing a little too hard, perhaps. Yet his<br /> temperament is entirely opposed to that of his<br /> nephew Joost, of whom he is the guardian, that<br /> their dislike of each other is conceivable and<br /> natural. For the murder of his uncle, Joost would<br /> have had every excuse. He had refinement, edu-<br /> cation, and something of the idealist, things which<br /> the Baron considered vices. The misunder-<br /> standings of uncle and nephew are told with<br /> consummate skill, always bringing out some new<br /> trait or idiosyncrasy. Bound the dignified and<br /> gracious character of Joost Avelingh, the minor<br /> characters group themselves naturally from the<br /> members of the Hessel family to the untidy black-<br /> guard, Van Asvcld. While the book throughout is<br /> a perfect picture of contemporary life and landscape<br /> in Holland, it would be mere cavilling to quarrel<br /> with the author about the public confession of<br /> Joost, but he seems to hold some theories on the<br /> ethics of murder which he has not elaborated suffi-<br /> ciently to be entirely convincing in either of his<br /> stories.<br /> In &quot;An Old Maid&#039;s Love&quot; we are asked to<br /> believe that a respectable and upright, country<br /> Dutch lady does not hesitate to murder a French<br /> woman with whom her adopted nephew is carrying<br /> on a flirtation. Until the attempted murder we<br /> are not given to understand that any immoral<br /> intercourse has taken place between them. Yet,<br /> where is the book in which we could not find<br /> something to alter or elaborate? Not even that<br /> great trilogy of Shakspeare, Bradshaw, and the<br /> Bible would answer the question.<br /> &quot;An Old Maid&#039;s Love,&quot; if not so strong a storv<br /> as &quot;Joost Avelingh,&quot; shows the great gifts of<br /> Maarten Maartens to a better advantage. The<br /> characterisation is even more varied, while the<br /> humour, which he has to a high degree, is more<br /> frequent. By a sentence, a speech, or an incident,<br /> the author gives us all the individualities of half-a-<br /> dozen people. We know Mynheer Van Donselaar<br /> and Jakob te Bekel directly they are introduced to<br /> us—a dangerous quality in real life, but in art and<br /> fiction an indispensable one. The author does not<br /> indulge in stale analysis, nor does he come forward<br /> as a kind of chorus to help on the story, or give a<br /> lift to characters who cannot explain themselves.<br /> There is no tedious word-painting, so dear to the<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 113 (#517) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> &quot;3<br /> second-rate story-teller. Mr. Maarteiis is a master<br /> of descriptive writing; but he is always restrained,<br /> and never takes up the camel&#039;s-hair brush in mistake<br /> for the grey goose quill. In brief, let those who still<br /> doubt his place among English novelists purchase<br /> and read &quot;The Sin of Joost Avelingh&quot; and &quot;An<br /> Old Maid&#039;s Love.&quot; They will at least make the<br /> acquaintance of some of the most delightful people<br /> in the most reputable Dutch society. The Widow<br /> liarsselius has never been excelled even by<br /> Dickens, while Mynheer Van Donselaar is the<br /> most diverting paterfamilias I ever met. The<br /> British matron will find heaps of things in common<br /> with Mevrouw van Hessel, a lady who does not<br /> think braces lit subjects for conversation, or fit<br /> objects for presentation. Those who, like Arnout<br /> Oostrum, prefer even lighter company, will meet<br /> that dangerous enchantress, Dorine de Mongelas,<br /> whose charms melted even the cynical Calvinist<br /> pastor, Jakob te Bekel. Like all live people,<br /> Dorine is just a little unreal. If ever I meet her<br /> again, I must ask her whether she really thought<br /> the proprietor of the hotel at Lugano believed that<br /> Arnout was her brother. If so, she was not so<br /> bad as Miss Varelkamp believed her to be. I<br /> shall never forgive the author for having killed<br /> the Widow Barsselius. I should like still to have<br /> thought of her, quarrelling with Adelaida Vonk,<br /> disinheriting Arnout, or altering her will every three<br /> or four months, scolding Sussana, and lecturing<br /> Dorothy Donselaar.<br /> C. P.<br /> <br /> A DAY AT OLYMPIA.<br /> MAY had just set in. The brushwood of the<br /> Peloponnesus wore its softest vesture:<br /> each fertile valley exhaled the fresh odours<br /> of early Spring. As I drove out of Pyrgos in the<br /> early sunshine, I saw around me a region richer<br /> and more beautiful than any I had hitherto explored<br /> in Greece. The road to Olympia at first extended<br /> itself across a plain festooned with tender garlands<br /> of the vine, where the carefully cultivated fields<br /> imparted now an unwonted air of civilisation to this<br /> visually wild and barren country, which here never-<br /> theless might rival with its vegetation an Italian<br /> landscape in the marshes or by the fat city of<br /> Bologna. Then, winding over the hills it passed<br /> through several hamlets, that clung to the heights<br /> like eagle&#039;s nests, and breathed beyond reach of<br /> malaria from the valleys, the fresh cool breath of<br /> the sea. We rested the horses awhile at a wayside<br /> inn, where some dozen dark-haired brown-featured<br /> peasant* were eating lentil soup and dry bread, for<br /> it was the Thursday Wore the Greek Easter.<br /> A fierce light darted from their black eyes, as they<br /> conversed jauntily among themselves. Caricatures<br /> of the reigning family and M. Tricoupis pasted on<br /> the walls proclaimed the political sympathies of<br /> the usual customers. These pictures very much<br /> resembled in their style of draughtsmanship I lie<br /> cartoons of United Ireland, and gave another<br /> proof of the curious likeness I had discovered in<br /> many ways between the people of the Morea and<br /> my unconquerable fellow-countrymen of Erin.<br /> I had by this time penetrated far into the region<br /> of blue mountains, through which the road some-<br /> times climbed tortuously, and sometimes flew<br /> straight as an arrow along low-lying level meadows<br /> radiant with wild flowers in the sunlight, and shrill<br /> with the voices of secret fertilizing streams. Thus,<br /> having driven in all about 12 miles, I at length<br /> reached the plain of Olympia bounded on the<br /> south by the famous river Alpheios, and on the<br /> west by its tributary the Kladeos, and enclosed by<br /> chains of wooded hills which guard from its sight<br /> the modern dwellings of men.<br /> The first impression on the beholder of this<br /> revered site, where our civilization may be said to<br /> have parsed the golden days of its youth, is an<br /> impression of sublimity, desolation, and repose.<br /> For fifteen centuries these grand ruins lay buried in<br /> the earth, and are now, thanks to the scholarly disin-<br /> terestedness of the great German nation, exhumed<br /> to bask once more beneath that same sun, whose<br /> white brilliance in the beginning inspired the happy<br /> genius of their architects. Not a voice, not a sound<br /> disturbs their monumental stillness, save perchance<br /> the hum of a solitary bee, as it wanders among the<br /> briars and poppies that grow out from the clefts of<br /> ancient wall or pavement. Verily here, more than<br /> anywhere on earth, a resurrection of old Greek life<br /> has been accomplished—life public and patriotic,<br /> not private and domestic, as Roman life is revealed<br /> to us at Pompeii. For here, as through the rest of<br /> the land, there remains no trace of any private<br /> dwelling of the Hellenic age. Thus, it seems that<br /> the Greek must have been content with a fragile,<br /> temporary house, passing most of his time in the<br /> sunlight, or among those beautiful public edifices,<br /> upon which he chiefly prided himself. In truth,<br /> he knew of no existence apart from that of the.<br /> State. At Olympia then, in this secluded vale the<br /> Hellenic States assembled every four years for the<br /> celebration of those sacred games, which compelled<br /> their divers peoples to cease from all strife, and<br /> united them in one grand body politic, the Greek<br /> Race. Here, therefore, we are brought into the<br /> dead presence of a civilisation, whose incomiKirable<br /> beautv has imralyzed all subsequent rivalry in the<br /> realization of the beautiful in life or art. And the<br /> incomparable beauty in Greek art still lives. It has<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 114 (#518) ############################################<br /> <br /> I [4<br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> re-arisen here with the Hermes of Praxiteles, which<br /> stands in the museum hard by, rescued from the<br /> long night of centuries. You see it, and are at<br /> once convinced that it is the greatest statue in the<br /> world, so perfect its type, so faultless its execution.<br /> For like all works of the highest class, such as the<br /> Laocoon, the ceiling of the Nistine Chapel, the<br /> Virgin among the Rocks, its superb qualities at<br /> once strike the eve, and ever increase in excellence<br /> with prolonged attention. In order to experience<br /> these sensations, the original must, of course, be<br /> examined. No cast of this great statue throughout<br /> Europe adequately reproduces the marvellous<br /> modelling of the chest and body, which fashioned<br /> in marble, delicate as alabaster, seem to throb with<br /> the life of eternal youth. All the intense vitality<br /> of Michael Angclo&#039;s figure of Night pulsates<br /> in the triumphant execution that has here lent<br /> substantial being to an ideal type of beauty,<br /> loftier, more perfect, than any portrayed in extant<br /> representatives of the human form.<br /> Beautiful, indeed, is this fleet messenger of<br /> Olympos — fresh as a white sunbeam in the<br /> morning, piercing the green and sombre shade of<br /> the olives, in the philosophic groves of Hellas.<br /> There is a subtle charm in a youth&#039;s protection of<br /> a child, a charm born of the ethereal purity and<br /> idealism which gleam through the clean gold light<br /> of fairyland. The old Greeks knew this sentiment<br /> by their delicate instinct, that fathomed the philo-<br /> sophy of the l&gt;eautiful to its secret depths. Thus<br /> it is that their most exquisite artist, in his delinea-<br /> tion of Hermes with that half affectionate, half<br /> amused smile, as of an elder brother, upon the<br /> confiding childish Dionvsos, has recorded but one<br /> instance of the poetic feeling of his luminous<br /> When lH&#039;holding this treasure, preserved for us<br /> from the fairest days of Greece, it is impossible not<br /> to think of the Apollo of Belvedere, which espe-<br /> cially, in the masterful beauty of workmanship on<br /> the torso, approaches nearer to this Hermes, than<br /> any other statue I have ever seen. The arrival of<br /> the Elgin marbles in our midst with their reve-<br /> lation of austere idealism and stern execution, led<br /> archa&#039;ologists to look somewhat contemptuously<br /> upon the Vatican masterpiece, and to censure<br /> Winckelmann for his sublime eulogy of its perfec-<br /> tions. But the discovery of this incomparable<br /> work bv Praxiteles has proved how inspired was<br /> the sentiment of the supremely beautiful manifested<br /> bv that great Father of Archaeology, whose mag-<br /> nificent imagery and glowing eloquence, arc a<br /> continual welcome relief to the student, from the<br /> colourless and prosaic diction of his learned<br /> successors.<br /> As I stood in the lonesome plain I pictured to<br /> myself what that noble spirit Mould see, if he were<br /> to wander through the ruins of Olympia. We<br /> read in those volumes of vast information and<br /> erudition, published by the German Government,<br /> what modern archaeologists have seen. But Winckel-<br /> mann would have discovered meanings loftier and<br /> truer in the fittest sense. With prophetic insight<br /> into the genius of antiquity he would have read<br /> the dead features of each monument here, laid<br /> bare of its shroud of clay ; and his wistful gaze<br /> would have charmed them to answer his soul.<br /> From their silent voices would he not have learned<br /> a mystical tale of this fair deail region? And<br /> then, breaking into periods of sublime impassioned<br /> poetry, he would have told of glorious sights, as<br /> one who himself had witnessed them, and had risen<br /> from the grave to tell. What a description his might<br /> have been of the famous Temple of Zeus, that lies<br /> shivered by a mighty earthquake 011 the pavement<br /> of the Altis, like a huge vase fallen from its<br /> pedestal. What interest would he not have given<br /> to this shrine of the wondrous chryselephantine<br /> Zeus by Pheidias, about which he has written so<br /> luminously in his monumental History of Ancient<br /> Art? How he would have descanted on those<br /> grand pedimental groups by Alcamenes and<br /> Paionios, whose sculptures massed in bold outline<br /> and splendid proportion lent majesty to the archi-<br /> tecture, as a diadem heightens the dignity of a<br /> king! What a fascination he would have found<br /> in the stones of the old Heraion that guarded for<br /> our delight the Hermes of Praxiteles! How subtle<br /> woidd have been his appreciation of the colossal<br /> &quot;Victory &quot; that alights on the earth with such swift<br /> aerial grace! Then standing in the partially exca-<br /> vated Stadion, what would have been his emotion,<br /> as he thought of the beautiful contests that inspired<br /> the matchless art of Greece!<br /> These were some of my reflections, as I wandered<br /> a livelong day among the ruins of a region where<br /> beings once assembled, and sights were witnessed,<br /> the fairest our aged world has ever known. The<br /> genius of the place stirred strange sensations of<br /> contentment within my heart, such as I have never<br /> felt in other lands and scenes. For here were<br /> enacted those deeds that lent soul to my ideal of<br /> plastic perfection. For this reason, other centres<br /> of art outside of Greece shine in my imagination<br /> with a paler interest; nor indeed am I very curious<br /> to travel more, knowing that I can never discover a<br /> spot with memories of human beauty so sympathetic,<br /> and so sublime. And what made the old Greek<br /> civilisation the most beautiful of all civilisations?<br /> Was it not their profound love of nature which<br /> they shrank from distorting, with a sort of religious<br /> awe? Were not all their works designed in obedi-<br /> ence to the lessons learned of her? Look at the<br /> Parthenon of Athens. Does it not rise from the<br /> living rock as a thing of nature itself? hook at<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 115 (#519) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> the people&#039;s garments. Are they not absolutely<br /> subordinate to the natural human form, and thereby<br /> most lit, most rational? Whereas the costume of<br /> after ages and modern times, in that it is a dis-<br /> tortion of nature, is barbarous ami abominable,<br /> and every whit as grotesque an that of the<br /> commonest savages who wear rings in their noses,<br /> and pad their persons in order to create odious,<br /> lM&#039;cause artificial, excrescences.<br /> None of the ruins around awake more regretful<br /> interest than those of the Palaistra, an army of<br /> pale Ionian columns standing in pathetic stateliness,<br /> like ghosts of the glorious athletes, who once<br /> frequented these halls, and with their fair civilisation<br /> have passed for ever from the world. Here,<br /> leaning against one of the columns, which doubt-<br /> less of yore gave support to many a tired youth<br /> after the toils of the contest, I gazed long and<br /> earnestly upon the fallen majesty of Olympia. The<br /> wrath of the white sun which at mid-day had lit<br /> up the broken architecture like blocks of crystal,<br /> gradually grew pacified, and over the western hills<br /> and distant sea the saffron light of a Greek evening<br /> borne on the fluttering wings of a cool breeze,<br /> gilded the desolate plain. The genius of the place<br /> stirred within my soul a host of images,and strange<br /> emotions of joy and [Miin strove for mastery in my<br /> heart. I thought of the high deeds that graced these<br /> sacred precincts, and of the many beautiful beings<br /> who flourished here awhile and faded—exquisite<br /> blossoms that bloomed and fell. I thought of<br /> each bright fascinating scene here long ago, which<br /> thrilled with its poetry the beholder for one rare<br /> moment, and then passed away into the inexorable<br /> gulf of time, never, never to return. And bitterly<br /> I thought of this cruel Time, the destroyer of all<br /> our sweetest impressions on earth.<br /> Thus haunted with visions of the glorious<br /> pictures these silent plains had witnessed in the<br /> past, my mind brooded on the antique life of this<br /> revered centre of Hellenism, where grew and<br /> developed that incomparable natural beamy I lane<br /> ever desired to behold—in vain. And, as the<br /> moving shadows, amid fitful gusts of the night,<br /> spread their dark wings, like angels of death,<br /> over the valley, forel&gt;odings of ghostly visitations<br /> filled my imagination, and 1 felt as if transported<br /> to the golden age of Greece. I gazed at the scene<br /> before me in wistful contemplation, until gradually<br /> growing in harmony with its sublime associations,<br /> I seemed to see the ruins transformed, and the<br /> glory of Olympia re-arise from the dust of the years.<br /> Then stood the Temple of Zeus and the Heraion<br /> once more in antique majesty, and the portico of<br /> the echo resounded with the footfall of fluttering<br /> crowds. Impatiently their faces turned towards<br /> the Sladion, while the variegated and gold-<br /> embroidered draperies throbbed in the waning<br /> light like the diamond embers of a log-lire beneath<br /> the dogs. A joyful shout arose, and from the<br /> tunnel of the Stadion came forth the competitors<br /> at the boys&#039; Pentathlon, whose voices, as thev<br /> talked together, rang like the chiming of silver<br /> bells. Anon a great concourse of spectators<br /> appeared overhead, which, opening in twain, made<br /> way for the youthful victor. He advanced<br /> dreamily, as one not realising the splendour of his<br /> achievement which Pindar should immortalise in<br /> an ode, and slowly descended to the Altis, where,<br /> when he paused and looked at his garland, I saw<br /> in him a model of the Praxitelcan Hermes. Then<br /> white-robed choristers, and youths with festooned<br /> flutes, and hoary priests formed themselves in<br /> procession before him, and chanting oriental<br /> melody they led him towards the Temple of Zeus.<br /> And as the victor passed the statue of Victory,<br /> raising the wreath of bay leaves from his golden<br /> hair, he laid it at her feet, and so passed onward<br /> to the temple amid the chorus of quivering basses<br /> and sweet-voiced boys.<br /> Next, I was surrounded in the Palaistra by<br /> athletes, who practised for the contest of the<br /> coming day. Presently one of them came<br /> and leant against a pillar near to where I was<br /> standing. Wearily, with the distant gaze of a<br /> figure in a sepulchral relief, he lookeil towards the<br /> temple that sheltered the victor, and as he laid his<br /> cheek upon the cool marble, his features glowed<br /> with pale transparency, like the cameo of a god. I<br /> watched him and knew the sorrow that lav on his<br /> heart. I read in those sad features the soaring<br /> ambition of youth, that builds for itself a palace in<br /> a world of phantasm, and is ever thwarted, and<br /> vexed, and harassed in the life men call realitv.<br /> I saw how that one passion had mastered him and<br /> withered all faculty for pleasure; how the sight of<br /> this lieautiful ceremony caused him only a keener<br /> pain. And sorrowful at the thought that so bright<br /> a season as boyhood should thus be changed to<br /> bitterness and gloom, I looked with pity upon this<br /> youthful toiler, and sighed because of the lot of<br /> them that nourish the sublime aspirations of life.<br /> A rough hand on my shoulder shattered this fair<br /> picture of Olympia.<br /> Then I understood I must have slumbered after<br /> the heat and fatigue of exploring the ruins, when I<br /> saw beside me my guide, who announced that the<br /> sun had already set and that now the vallev, as if<br /> to defend itself from the encroachments of modern<br /> man, exhaled a cold and pestilential dew. With<br /> a last regretful look I returned to my carriage, and<br /> was borne away swiftly through the gathering<br /> shades of night. And as I watched the purple<br /> silhouette of the hills against the yellow sky, and<br /> breathed the damp air of twilight, I drew my cloak<br /> closer around me with a chill sense of loneliness,<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 116 (#520) ############################################<br /> <br /> ii6<br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> for I knew that the man who yearns for the ideal<br /> of other ages, while lie still walks among his con-<br /> temporaries, yet breathes a rarer atmosphere, and<br /> dwells in a far-off world.<br /> Edward Maktyn.<br /> SOME EARLY EXPERIENCES.<br /> MY passage into the world of literature was<br /> made through the gateway afforded by the<br /> &quot;system of prize competitions—a humble<br /> enough entrance in very truth, but one which lias<br /> undoubtedly been the means of bringing to the<br /> front several very good men of letters, whose talents<br /> might otherwise have been lost to humanity.<br /> My feelings, on seeing my first essay in print,<br /> can be better imagined than described. To those<br /> of mv readers who have gone through that ex-<br /> perience, it were useless to waste words in the<br /> telling of so familiar a story. Needless to say, I<br /> passed through all the phases of thought usual on<br /> such an occasion, from the hilarious exultation of<br /> the first sight right down to the dee]) disgust and<br /> awful despair felt when, in a more critical moment,<br /> my work appeared sadly incomplete and unsatis-<br /> factory.<br /> Nevertheless, my ambition had now been fired,<br /> and, come failure or success, I speedily found<br /> myself launched upon the stormy seas of life in the<br /> vessel of literary endeavour, struggling for some<br /> foothold whereon I might take my stand with<br /> others around me wTho were winning fame and<br /> fortune by their daring exploits. The only special<br /> qualification which I possessed for the work set.<br /> before me was some slight ability in the art of<br /> composition, coupled perhaps with a fair share of<br /> common sense.<br /> When I set out on my literary career, some two<br /> years ago, I fortunately (lid not do as many others<br /> before me had done, give up the employment<br /> which had hitherto been my principal means of<br /> subsistence, and expect that, by writing an article<br /> about once a week, the remuneration received<br /> would at once render me perfectly independent of<br /> any other support; on the contrary, I knew a little,<br /> to begin with, about the great difficulties which<br /> had to be contended with, and the very slight<br /> acknowledgment which seems the usual remuneration<br /> for the work of unknown authors. Consequently,<br /> I very wisely decided to retain my ordinary occu-<br /> pation, and, for a while at least, to spend only mv<br /> leisure time in the new pursuit which I had<br /> taken up.<br /> One other thing I feel it my duty to mention<br /> before proceeding further: From the very begin-<br /> ning of mv acquaintanceship with &quot; the black art,&quot;<br /> I determined that, amateur though I was in otic<br /> sense, I should never pay for the insertion of my<br /> contributions in any magazine, but would demand<br /> to be remunerated for my work in every possible<br /> instance. The adoption of this policy may be<br /> somewhat unusual, and it will probably be thought<br /> by some that such a course of action as I had<br /> decided on was essentially grasping, and, therefore,<br /> extremely foolish for a mere tyro to take. I feel<br /> sure, however, that this resolution is one which<br /> should be taken by every literary aspirant to-day;<br /> and I trust to be able to prove in this paper the<br /> wisdom of mv decision, and the justice of the<br /> principle upon which it is based.<br /> During the first six months, I wrote about a<br /> dozen articles and short stories, and sent them on<br /> the rounds. I met with better success than I<br /> expected; for, by the end of the time .specified,<br /> seven of my contributions had been accepted,<br /> published, and paid for. Six of these were ac-<br /> cepted by the first editors to whom they were<br /> submitted; the seventh was only out twice; but<br /> the rest of my dozen were not so eagerly snapped<br /> up, some of them being on my hands still.<br /> The next 12 months I did very badly indeed, as<br /> my leisure time was very fully occupied with other<br /> matters than the pursuit of my literary inclinations.<br /> I certainly wrote some eight or nine papers on<br /> various social and political topics, but only three<br /> were destined to secure editorial approbation that<br /> year. The others were declined in various fashions;<br /> sometimes being returned without comment of any<br /> kind, sometimes with a curt note, &quot;Declined with<br /> thanks,&quot; written or printed on an accompanying<br /> slip; and now and again with a letter or memo-<br /> randum containing either a short criticism, a word<br /> of praise, or a half promise for future offers of<br /> work.<br /> In October 1890 I received a circular letter pur-<br /> porting to lie from the sub-editor of a periodical<br /> which I will call the Literary Mantrap. The receipt<br /> of this communication was my first direct contact<br /> with advertising publishers. I had heard a little<br /> about them and their curious methods before, but<br /> I now had the pleasure of a more intimate acquaint-<br /> ance. The letter before me announced that this<br /> Review had been established with a view to<br /> obviating the difficulty experienced by unknown<br /> writers in obtaining publicity for their literary<br /> efforts, and proceeded to further explain the reason<br /> for its existence as follows: &quot;It is common know-<br /> ledge that much undeveloped talent exists anioug<br /> the English-speaking Dices—young writers of<br /> talent, and possibly genius, do not find the ordinary<br /> and more noted periodicals hospitable to them at<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 117 (#521) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> li7<br /> the commencement of their career, and the best<br /> publishing firms arc extremely shy in entertaining<br /> proposals emanating from new comers. Hence the<br /> urgent necessity for the establishing of a Review—<br /> for the purpose of bringing to public notice the<br /> productions of unknown writers—conducted upon<br /> the only honest and possible basis, viz., co-opera-<br /> tion.&quot; The &quot;co-operation&quot; referred to is then<br /> unblushingly described in manner following, that is<br /> to say: &quot;All authors whose contributions are accepted<br /> for publication are, therefore, required to pay a sum,<br /> ]&gt;ro rata to the amount of matter inserted, to cover<br /> the cost of printing, paper, editorial revision, &amp;c.<br /> As a set-off against this charge, 5o per cant, will be<br /> allowed on all copies of the Review sold by the<br /> respective authors, i.e., for every 5o copies sold<br /> through his agency, 25s. goes to the author.&quot; Now,<br /> prettily worded though this communication was,<br /> and notwithstanding the fact that it contained<br /> much of consolation, and smacked of hope for those<br /> whose talents were yet unappreciated by the reading<br /> public, I considered its propositions &quot;a bit thick,&quot;<br /> ami, consequently, declined to be made &quot; fish&quot; for<br /> this &quot;net.&quot; Had the hook not been so plainly<br /> visible, and the bait been less clumsily arranged, I<br /> might have very speedily been properly dressed for<br /> the carving-knife of the literary chef who headed<br /> the establishment. As matters stood, I was not<br /> &quot;having any.&quot;<br /> In December of the same year, a popular weekly<br /> journal, belonging to what good churchmen call<br /> &quot;The Down-Grade School,&quot; and which I shall<br /> name, the Religious Republic, attracted mv<br /> attention as a likely medium for the publication of<br /> some of my work. This paper had a sub-title,<br /> which intimated that it existed for the advance-<br /> ment of various Christian virtues; so I thought I<br /> would be all right in the hands of its editor. I<br /> sent him a short paper without any accompanying<br /> note, as I did not deem such necessary in this ciisc.<br /> On looking through the Christmas number of the<br /> journal-a fortnight later, I found that my essay<br /> had been utilised as an editorial, and without any<br /> indication as to its authorship. I made no com-<br /> plaint on that score at the time, but simply wrote<br /> stating that 1 was glad to note the acceptance and<br /> publication of my contribution, and requesting the<br /> editor to inform me, when he sent me a remittance<br /> in payment, whether he considered another article<br /> which I named would be suitable for his columns,<br /> and if I might submit it for his perusal. I waited<br /> for a month, but, as no reply or even remittance<br /> arrived, I wrote again—this time in terms less<br /> likely to be misunderstood. Within four days,<br /> what I considered a very curious reply from the<br /> editor came to hand. After remarking on the fact<br /> that I had sent my contribution without indicating<br /> that I expected remuneration for it, and stating<br /> that it had, along with hundreds of other communi-<br /> cations, passed under editorial notice, and been<br /> approved and printed accordingly, this worthy<br /> gentleman summed up the case in the following<br /> terms: &quot;It appears that you immediately wrote<br /> asking for remuneration, and as to sending other<br /> contributions. This was regarded as very unusual<br /> (!), and so your letters were laid aside. My<br /> personal attention being called to the matter, I<br /> now wish to say that our rule lias always been to<br /> pay for matter when payment is arranged for<br /> previously. When articles are sent without any<br /> pre-armngement or stipulation, they are used or<br /> rejected without any regard to remuneration what-<br /> ever. Most persons who are strangers are willing<br /> to serve an apprenticeship to our paper before they<br /> expect remuneration, &amp;c., &amp;c. Trusting that this<br /> explanation may prove satisfactory, I am, yours<br /> truly, the Editor.&quot;<br /> On perusing this hitter, I found two alternative<br /> courses open to me: either to quietly submit to<br /> the editor&#039;s decision and thus forego the just<br /> principle which I had determined should guide me<br /> in these matters, or to fight the battle out at all<br /> costs. The adoption of the first course seemed the<br /> best policy to pursue, as the letter lwfore me<br /> suggested that if I was willing to work for nothing<br /> for a short period, arrangements for remuneration<br /> for future contributions could then be made; but<br /> I felt that to do this would be to do not only<br /> myself, but my fellow-craftsmen an injustice, and<br /> I therefore resolved to throw over policy for<br /> principle. In my letter in reply, I argued that the<br /> fact of my not specially indicating that payment<br /> was expected when sending my MS. did not alter<br /> the reasonableness or legality of my claim, and<br /> pointed out that such a specific statement was not<br /> necessary, as unless it was announced to contri-<br /> butors that remuneration was not given, a reason-<br /> able amount was always payable, and was naturally<br /> expected. I submitted that if it was not intended<br /> to pay me for my article, it was the editor&#039;s duty to<br /> inform me |of that fact before such article was<br /> published; thus giving me an opportunity to<br /> withdraw it if I thought proper. As matters stood,<br /> I held that if an article was worth publishing in a<br /> journal like the Religious Republic, it was also worth<br /> paying for. I pointed out that the allegation that<br /> I immediately wrote for remuneration was untrue,<br /> and that when my article was published I knew<br /> nothing of the &quot;rules &quot; which guided the editor in<br /> literary matters, and consequently could not be<br /> expected to concur in or agree yvith them so far as<br /> they related to my contribution. In conclusion, I<br /> asked that the matter might be reconsidered in all<br /> its bearings.<br /> I waited for over a fortnight, but no reply came<br /> to hand. As my claim was evidently being treated<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 118 (#522) ############################################<br /> <br /> 118<br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> with contempt, I then gave the editor notice that,<br /> unless it was paid within a week, I would proceed<br /> to extremities. I told him that I was determined<br /> to light this question if necessary, not because of<br /> the small amount at stake, but on account of the<br /> principle involved. I intimated that I had con-<br /> sulted legal authority, and was advised that be wan<br /> clearly liable to pay me at the current rate for the<br /> article which he had utilised, and that his dealing<br /> with it as owner, without previously informing me<br /> that he did not intend to pay for it, legailv im-<br /> plied a promise on his part to pay me its market<br /> value. I hoped, therefore, that he would settle my<br /> claim immediately, in order to avoid the disagree-<br /> able publicity and other unpleasant consequences<br /> which would inevitably ensue on my taking legal<br /> proceedings.<br /> Within the time mentioned the editorial answer<br /> came to hand, and with it the amount of my claim.<br /> The editor had evidently found himself in a bad<br /> place, and his last letter was, from first to last,<br /> a miserable attempt to extricate himself from his<br /> difficulties with some show of dignity. He said he<br /> was not in the. least disturbed by mv threats, and<br /> thought it would do him good to appear in court<br /> and say a few words about men like myself who<br /> wished to secure a hearing before the public, and<br /> then demanded pay for the insertion of their<br /> articles! He would like to expose such men to<br /> the public! However, he had no time for this<br /> unlovely sort of business, and therefore sent the<br /> amount asked for in settlement. He intimated<br /> that the amount sent wa-s more than the article<br /> was worth, &quot;but,&quot; he went on, &quot;I suppose you<br /> are hard up and I am sending you this as a matter<br /> of charity.&quot; (How truly Christ-like !) He con-<br /> tinued, &quot;Now a word of candid advice. I have<br /> been connected with the Press for over 3o years,<br /> and have never had dealing before with such a<br /> bore. Had you treated the matter in the right<br /> spirit you might have secured permanent work on<br /> the lieligioxts Republic at a reasonable remune-<br /> ration, but (mark how calmly, how deliberately<br /> the man lies) I am not in the habit—nor is any<br /> editor — of paying contributors for articles until<br /> they have won their spurs, unless some prior<br /> arrangement is made. Then follows this charming<br /> piece of hypocrisy: &quot;I am taking up considerable<br /> space in the hope that it may do you some good.<br /> You have some ability, but your love of money<br /> is the root of your evil.&quot; In conclusion, the editor<br /> makes another attempt to justify himself, and,<br /> at the same time, to insult me, and once more<br /> ho fails ignoniiniously: &quot;I hope you will not<br /> consider my sending you the money is the result<br /> of your threats. I simply have a contempt for<br /> your plea on legal grounds, but I am tired of<br /> getting letters from you, and suppose you are<br /> actually in need or you would not take the course<br /> vou are taking.&quot;<br /> I have taken the trouble to record the last<br /> experience very fully, because I now know it to<br /> be typical of many more. Since the time when<br /> the case described came before me I have often<br /> had occasion to remember that publishing is a<br /> business which is conducted for the sake of prolit<br /> alone, and that in the pursuit of it men&#039;s con-<br /> sciences are apt to become very elastic indeed.<br /> Many a time have I been very forcibly reminded<br /> that with many publishers the virtues of philan-<br /> thropy, justice, and even common honesty arc<br /> practically unknown. I have had dealings with<br /> several men—editors as well as publishers—whose<br /> ideas of right and wrong had become so hopelessly<br /> confused that they would actually steal your goods,<br /> and believe in their inmost hearts that by so doing<br /> they had done you a great favour. Others, not<br /> so well versed in the tricks of their trade, satisfy<br /> their consciences by paying merely a nominal<br /> acknowledgment for your good services. For some<br /> time I worked for a magazine which paid me at<br /> the rate of io#. for articles of from 1,000 to<br /> l,5oo words. As a proof that they were worth<br /> much more a reviewer once said of one of them<br /> that my four columns had arrested his attention<br /> in a way which even the elaborate criticism of<br /> a very popular writer had failed to do, while other<br /> papers would copy or take extracts from my articles<br /> as they appeared. It is scarcely necessary to say<br /> that in due time I &quot;struck&quot; for a higher rate of<br /> remuneration, and, as my reasonable demand was<br /> refused, I declined to work any longer on the old<br /> terms.<br /> I was very much shocked and surprised once at<br /> the way in which the prize competitions of a<br /> &quot;Labour &quot; paper were carried on. I hail written<br /> for information as to whether I might send a cer-<br /> tain article for the editorial consideration, and also<br /> as to the remuneration offered for such work. The<br /> reply I received was to the effect that they did not<br /> &quot;order&quot; contributions in advance, but I was at<br /> liberty to start a competition. I found that this<br /> really meant that my article would be published<br /> along with many others on the same subject, but<br /> that only one would be paid for. Of course I<br /> could not, with a good conscience, work under any<br /> such conditions, and I therefore declined the offer<br /> with thanks. In my reply I endeavoured to point<br /> out to the editor the iniquity of the system which<br /> he had adopted, and illustrated my argument a.s<br /> follows: &quot;If I was successful in the competition<br /> which vou propose, I should feel that I had<br /> deprived others of their righteous reward; if I was<br /> defeated, I would know that I had been robbed of<br /> the fruits of my toil. In conclusion, allow me to<br /> express my surprise that you—of all men most<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 119 (#523) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> 119<br /> enthusiastic in the cause of labour, in endeavouring<br /> to gain for the workers &#039;a fair dav&#039;s wage for a fail-<br /> day&#039;s work &#039;—should stoop to such a method of<br /> filling the pages of your paper.&quot; Unfortunately,<br /> this direct appeal failed to awaken the editorial<br /> conscience, and only served to harden his heart.<br /> He even went so far as to denounce my strictures<br /> as unjust! I never doubted the honesty of his<br /> intentions, but&quot; evil is wrought by want of thought<br /> as well as want of heart.&quot; I still maintain that<br /> competitions in literature, conducted in the fashion<br /> referred to, are a direct encouragement of literary<br /> &quot;blacklegs,&quot; who arc willing to work for nothing,<br /> and thus take away the bond fide workers&#039;<br /> livelihood.<br /> I have yet another instance in proof of the theory<br /> that editors and publishers are specially subject<br /> to jH&#039;culiar temptations, which need all a man&#039;s<br /> respectability and honesty of purpose to overthrow.<br /> In March of this year I received a note from the<br /> editor of one of the minor monthly reviews, which<br /> was attracting the attention of the reading public<br /> at the time, explaining the terms on which he<br /> accepted contributions. He intimated that all his<br /> contributors had agreed to allow their fees to stand<br /> over until profits began to be realised, and that, if I<br /> agreed to these terms, he would insert such of my<br /> contributions as he found suitable for the magazine.<br /> In reply, I stated my acceptance of the terms men-<br /> tioned, subject to a satisfactory answer being given<br /> to the following queries, which, considering the<br /> vague nature of the proposil, I thought it neces-<br /> sary to make: &quot;What is the amount which you<br /> propose to put to the credit of your contributors in<br /> return for each of their contributions; that is to<br /> say, what sum will represent the &#039;fee&#039; to which<br /> you refer, when the magazine begins to pay? Will<br /> the contributors be paid for their articles in<br /> the order of publication? How long do you<br /> think it will be before any profits are realised?&quot;<br /> The only answer I ever received to these questions<br /> was of a very significant character: my MS. was<br /> sent lmck, apparently unread, and without a word<br /> of comment, by return of post.<br /> I am, however, very glad to be able to sav, also<br /> from experience, that all editors are not like those<br /> whose treatment of their contributors I have just<br /> deseriU&#039;d. I have treasured up in my memory a<br /> few instances of most kindly actions on the part of<br /> editors towards me in my struggle for recognition<br /> by the reading public. In one case, on the sus-<br /> pension of a weekly magazine to which I had been<br /> contributing, the publishers refused to pay the<br /> contributors a farthing for their work; but the<br /> editor took up their cause, and, after a great deal<br /> of trouble, necessitating the employment of a<br /> solicitor, succeeded in wresting from these sharks<br /> a portion of their ill-gotten gains, with which he<br /> settled the righteous claims of those whose labours<br /> had created the wealth in the first instance.<br /> Many, too, are the eases in which editors,<br /> being unable to accept my work, have returned it<br /> to me as soon as possible, together with a letter<br /> containing a few words of encouragement, a kindly-<br /> expressed criticism, or a useful suggestion for<br /> improvement. Here, for instance, is a letter which<br /> I received some three or four months ago from<br /> Mr. Arthur Stannard, who conducts &quot; John Strange<br /> Winter&#039;s&quot; correspondence in connexion with her<br /> new venture :—&quot; The editor has carefully read your<br /> article, and much regrets that she cannot make use<br /> of it in Golden Gates. She would like to do<br /> so (if only because of the beautiful manuscript),<br /> but the subject is not treated in a way that appeals<br /> to her sympathies, and it may cause undesirable<br /> controversy if she puts it in.&quot; This sympathetic<br /> and kindly treatment has several advantages; it<br /> quite takes the sting out of the editorial rejection,<br /> costs nothing, and helps to maintain that feeling of<br /> interdependence and mutual good will iK&#039;tween<br /> author and editor which is so essential a feature<br /> of good magazine work.<br /> In conclusion, let me say that I trust this faithful<br /> record of my adventures &quot;on the troubled sea<br /> of letters&quot; will not lie without its effect. If the<br /> literary aspirant who reads it is made to think twice<br /> before launching out on a similar errand; if those<br /> already embarked will take to heart the hints which<br /> it contains, and determine to adopt a similar course<br /> to that which I have pursued; and if I have suc-<br /> ceeded in pointing out to editors and publishers the<br /> dangers which beset them on every hand, and they<br /> resolve to be more rigid in their attitude towards<br /> amateurs, and more tolerant, more charitable, more<br /> just towards the true worker, this which I have<br /> written will not have been written in vain.<br /> C. E. M.<br /> <br /> ENEMIES OP LITERATURE.<br /> WHO are the enemies of Literature &#039;i Time,<br /> fire, indifference, ignorance, bigotry, and<br /> such notorieties as the Caliph Omar, the<br /> handmaid of John Stuart Mill and of Mr. War-<br /> burton. The late Mr. Matthew Arnold woidd<br /> have added Puritanism, Lord Grimthorpe would<br /> add Popery, and Freethinkers, religion of all<br /> kinds; while the talented and popular novelist<br /> Ouida would unhesitatingly write the &quot;Society of<br /> Authors.&quot; Then; are, of course, Optimists who<br /> believe tbit the Literary millennium has begun at<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 120 (#524) ############################################<br /> <br /> 120<br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> last—that Puritan orgies in the Bodleian—mobs<br /> destroying ducal libraries, Popes burning the<br /> classics, and reforming Monarchs dispersing<br /> monastic collections are things of the past.<br /> Puritanism will, perhaps, exercise the principle of<br /> selection when it next gets into the Bodleian.<br /> The people, already prepared by Mr. William Morris,<br /> when it attacks Althorpe, will only convert it into a<br /> free lending library or a committee room for the<br /> Fabian Society, while its quondam owner will supply,<br /> free of charge, a catalogue. The Pope, instead of<br /> sending a Jesuit mission to England &quot; to consign to<br /> the flames all works of heresy,&quot; will giye his emis-<br /> saries full power to purchase the minute books of<br /> the Church Association and the works of General<br /> Booth. He will then be elected an honorary<br /> member of the S.P.C.K. for his services to our<br /> national religious literature. Authors and pub-<br /> lishers will never quarrel about prolits, the former<br /> will write for nothing and the latter will publish<br /> for love. Filthy lucre shall no longer stain these<br /> ancient and honourable professions. It will be<br /> a question not of half profits but half expenses;<br /> while Ouida, if she is still spared to us, will supply<br /> gratis, serial and short stories to all the magazines,<br /> including the Author. Drowsy governments, who<br /> arc already awakening to a literary sense, will levy<br /> a tax on ink to support the profession of letters.<br /> Those who are murmuring the words of Shelley<br /> (if they have the time) will murmur still—■<br /> &quot;The world&#039;s great age begins anew.&quot;<br /> Society, of course, must lead the way instead<br /> of playing baccarat. It will try to answer papers<br /> on Bowdler&#039;s Shakspere, and on Marlowe, set by<br /> extended University lecturers.<br /> All this is, of course, only a hasty peep into the<br /> future, the pleasant side of the picture, for I confess<br /> to taking a more gloomy view. I also take the<br /> vulgar view of literature. I think an author or<br /> poet has as much right to put a price on his work<br /> as a painter does on his picture, a lawyer on his<br /> opinion, a doctor on his diagnosis. Literature is<br /> a market where bad things and good things are<br /> sold. There are pickpockets and pirates walking<br /> round like any other market, and critics are<br /> strolling in the bazaar. Some are grave, full of<br /> good advice (a thing we all dislike), others arc gay<br /> and flippant (we like them, however wrong they<br /> may be). Then there are those conceited fops<br /> who go about talking a jargon no man can under-<br /> stand; they deal in catchwords, and their pens are<br /> made of slate pencil. Their affected phraseology,<br /> hybrid epithets, and ridiculous mannerism is mis-<br /> taken for style, their vulgar personalities for<br /> scholarly invective. They admire nothing and<br /> none, and can abuse their friends with little<br /> compunction, thanking God they arc not as other<br /> men, Logrollers.<br /> These are some of the enemies of literature;<br /> the bastard offspring of Gifford and Christopher<br /> North. Budding genius, especially when it lakes<br /> to authorship, is not to be encouraged, and no<br /> one should l&gt;e scared into admiration of a writer,<br /> because two or three centuries have praised him;<br /> but personal abuse of the dead or living, interlarded<br /> with literary shibboleths, is not criticism, and<br /> merely degrades a public palate that even relishes<br /> the aroma of Mr. Pater&#039;s delightful essays. I<br /> believe that this writer reminds us how short our<br /> time for intellectual excitement is. Then why should<br /> we waste this short time in finding out only what<br /> is indifferent or bad? And the critics of whom I<br /> speak should remember that it is as ea«y to be<br /> funnv over Professor Buskin as over the Bible, and<br /> that the humour is not of a very fine order in<br /> consequence.<br /> A certain section of English people go into a<br /> far extreme by a kind of stupid conservatism in<br /> taste. They believe that English literature began<br /> with Spenser, and ended with Byron ; that Shakes-<br /> peare never wrote a bad play; that Maeauluy was<br /> the only English critic by virtue of his judicial<br /> summing-up of the English language. They will<br /> give nothing for an idea that was not stale when<br /> Charles Land) wa.s in his cradle. They read<br /> nothing more modern than &quot;The Excursion,&quot; and<br /> try to end all discussions by saying that Pope was<br /> a greater poet than Shelley. No less dangerous,<br /> and more numerous, are those who hanker after<br /> annotated Miltons, and read Shakespeare only<br /> through the medium of a text-book. They are<br /> anxious that everyone should go through a &quot; course<br /> of the Poets,&quot; asking and answering questions on<br /> Robert Browning, and reducing our writers to<br /> schoolroom classics. Not content with making<br /> boys hate Chaucer as much as Csesar, they want to<br /> spoil Lord Tennyson for them too. Shakespeare<br /> has been ruined long ago by the Clarendon Press<br /> Series, and our modern poets, too, must be sacrificed<br /> to the pedagogic fetish. Mr. Kipling will live to<br /> see the day when Civil Service candidates may be<br /> asked to analyse Mrs. Hunksbee&#039;s character, and<br /> an Extension lecture on the Ethics of Plain Tales as<br /> applied to the Russian question in India. Tom<br /> Moore burning the autobiography of Lord Byron<br /> is a less melancholy event than a number of half-<br /> educated graduates turning English literature into<br /> a round game of conundrums.<br /> In Constantinople, the dogs who scavenge the<br /> streets become such a nuisance that occasional<br /> holocausts of those well-intentioned animals are<br /> necessary. In England the so-called Purity<br /> societies, who institute proceedings against the<br /> vendors of Zola are no less harmful. Like the<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 121 (#525) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> 121<br /> niun with the muek rake, they draw attention to<br /> an evil formerly unapparcnt, and literature ia<br /> practically chained by a false morality, the relic<br /> of that old Puritanism that purged the Bodleian in<br /> the 17th Century. The enemy of literature is with<br /> us always, be he Puritan or Prig.<br /> <br /> CORRESPONDENCE.<br /> I.<br /> &quot;O Word of Feab.&quot;<br /> TN last month&#039;s Author it is noted that a letter<br /> I from the Secretary of the Society may cause an<br /> unwilling editor or proprietor to discharge his<br /> liabilities. In my ca.se even so slight a measure was<br /> unnecessary, and the mere mention of the name of<br /> the Society was sufficient. I had three short stories<br /> accepted by a certain weekly journal, but when I<br /> suggested remuneration, my letters remained un-<br /> answered. Finally, I wrote saying that unless I<br /> received a prompt and satisfactory reply I should<br /> place the matter in the hands of the Society of<br /> Authors. It was, clearly, a word to the wise.<br /> Almost by return of post came a cheque which—<br /> had the Society been non-existent—would have<br /> been signed somewhere in the Greek Calends.<br /> Ignotus.<br /> II.<br /> Foreign Reprints.<br /> It may interest our fellow Meml&gt;ers of the<br /> Society of Authors to learn that the Excise is<br /> awakening to their interests. On arriving on the<br /> Cornish coast last week in a small schooner from<br /> the coast of Spain, the excise officer specially<br /> inquired after, and searched for, foreign reprints<br /> of Copyright works. I have reached this country<br /> by most possible routes, and never before had such<br /> an examination made. Naturally, therefore, I<br /> was much gratified, and in reply to inquiries<br /> I learned that particular directions had been<br /> recently issued to the officers with regard to such<br /> works. This is the practical and tangible proof of<br /> the attention being directed to Copyright since the<br /> Society of Authors took the matter up with spirit.<br /> W. Anderson Smith.<br /> ■<br /> &quot;AT THE AUTHOR&#039;S HEAD.<br /> MR. Lewis Morris writes to the Times<br /> as follows :—<br /> Tlie paragraph which you copy from the<br /> Athcnmtm with reference to my ]&gt;oem &quot;A Vision<br /> of Saints&quot; is only partially correct. The idea of<br /> doing for the Christian legends and records what<br /> had been done so often for the mythology of<br /> ancient Greece occurred to me very soon after the<br /> publication of the &quot;Epic of Hades,&quot; when the<br /> legend of St. Christopher appeared in Fraser&#039;s<br /> Magazine, about 10 years ago, and the other<br /> stories composing the &quot;Vision of Saints&quot; were<br /> written subsequently. Last summer, after the<br /> book was finished, Cardinal Manning most kindly<br /> suggested that I should write such a book, and I<br /> was happy to be able to inform him that I had<br /> already done so.<br /> The death of Miss Jessie Fothergill is a distinct<br /> loss to modern literature. Her best novel, &quot;The<br /> First Violin,&quot; was very good indeed, without having<br /> any pretensions to first-rate work. She belonged<br /> to a small class, which seems to be growing, but<br /> not very rapidly, of those whose work is natural,<br /> wholesome, and pure, without being strong. It is<br /> like a school of painters who have at least learned<br /> to avoid convention, and who try to paint what they<br /> see, and have acquired a creditable amount of<br /> dexterity. The Victorian age has, for the first<br /> time in literature, produced such a school of<br /> novelists. No one perhaps would read their works<br /> twice; there is nothing to carry away; there is no<br /> character to live in the memory; there are no<br /> wise or witty things to quote; one is never moved<br /> to tears or laughter; yet their novels are readable,<br /> interesting, and cleverly constructed. To such a<br /> school belonged Miss Jessie Fothergill.<br /> Miss Robina Hardy, a well-known writer of<br /> stories connected with Scottish life, is dead.<br /> Miss Mary E. Wilkins&#039;s &quot;New England Nun&quot;<br /> appears in a second English edition. It is pub-<br /> lished by Osgood, Mcllvaine, &amp; Co. Very few<br /> writers have so rapidly stepped to the front as Miss<br /> Mary Wilkins. Her stories have the great charm of<br /> sincerity; they are true pictures; they are pathetic<br /> in their fidelity; and they represent a set of people<br /> who are not in the least like any we know. It<br /> remains to lie seen whether she will keep up to<br /> her present level, and whether she is capable of a<br /> stronger flight.<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 122 (#526) ############################################<br /> <br /> I 22<br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> Messrs. Hutchinson are about to issue Vols. II.<br /> and III. of &quot;Poets and Poetry of the Century.&quot;<br /> Among the contributors of critical articles are<br /> Mr. Austin Dobson, the Hon. Roden Noel, Mr.<br /> Buxtou Forman, Dr. Garnett, and Mr. Mackenzie<br /> Bell.<br /> The Society has sent round for signature a<br /> Petition to the First Lord of the Admiralty for a<br /> pension for the widow and the children of James<br /> Runciman, one of its Members. The Petition was<br /> suggested by Mr. Ruuciman&#039;s friend, Mr. W. E.<br /> Henley, editor of the National Observer.<br /> It is stated that Dr. Ullathorne, late Roman<br /> Catholic Bishop of Birmingham, has left behind him<br /> an autobiography. Dr. Ullathorne was chaplain to<br /> the convict establishment of Sydney during the last<br /> years of that horrible institution. This should make<br /> his reminiscences more interesting than those of<br /> most Catholic priests.<br /> Everybody ought to read Mr. Howells&#039; little 1kx&gt;1c<br /> called &quot; Criticism and Fiction &quot;; first, because it. is<br /> a very clever book, and, secondly, because it illus-<br /> trates the real weakness in American literature.<br /> This is shown in the fact that a man of Mr. Howells&#039;<br /> ability cannot write about literature without con-<br /> tinually measuring himself and comparing his<br /> stature with that of our English masters, and<br /> mis-stating the inches of the latter so as to<br /> bring himself the nearer. Thackeray&#039;s six feet, for<br /> instance, must be brought down to five feet five to<br /> get anywhere near the stature of Howells.<br /> Mr. Stanley Little contributes an article entitled,<br /> &quot;The Future of Landscape Art,&quot; to the August<br /> number of the Nineteenth Century.<br /> Mr. Arthur Dillon will publish a book of verse<br /> shortly, which will contain his drama in blank<br /> verse: &quot;King Cophetua and the Beggar Maiden.&quot;<br /> Mr. Rennell Rodd has two volumes in the press,<br /> &quot;The Customs and Lore of Modern Greece,&quot; and a<br /> volume of poems ul&gt;out Greece, entitled &quot;The Violet<br /> Crown.&quot; Mr. David Stott is the publisher.<br /> Mrs. A. Phillips, author of &quot;Benedicta,&quot; &quot; Man<br /> Proposes,&quot; Ac, will produce early in October a<br /> romance called &quot;A Rude Awakening.&quot; The<br /> publishers are Trischler and Co. It is significant<br /> of recent controversy that the motto chosen for<br /> the title page is from the verses of Mr. T. L. Harris,<br /> the poet and &quot;prophet,&quot; with whom Laurence<br /> Oliphaut&#039;s life was so closely connected.<br /> All seeming goods that end in self are base:<br /> Stay thou, O man : then meet God face to face.<br /> Two men were discussing a book that had just<br /> been handed to them by the newsboy. First Man:<br /> &quot;That&#039;s a great l&gt;ook, sir, a masterpiece of<br /> work.&quot; Second Man: &quot; I wonder how it is<br /> selling.&quot; First man: &quot;Selling? I never saw<br /> anything like it. You see I am the publisher, and<br /> ought to know.&quot; Second Man: &quot;Your informa-<br /> tion delights me. I am the author.&quot; First Man<br /> (with fallen countenance): &quot;Well, that is, it hasn&#039;t<br /> had much of a side yet, hut I think it will have.<br /> A great deal of risk, you know, getting out this<br /> sort of book.&quot;<br /> ■+•*•■*<br /> WOMEN BOOKSELLERS.<br /> IN New York City there are at least two women<br /> who deal in second-hand books. They are itin-<br /> • erants—peddlers, if you like—but dealers in<br /> second-hand books, nevertheless, shrewd and enter-<br /> prising, with a scent for rarities and bargains as<br /> keen as that of a Stevens, Philes, Sabin, or any<br /> modern book-hunter regularly established in<br /> business.<br /> They are characters, too, each in her own way.<br /> The older one—and the senior in the business, if<br /> we are not mistaken—is a typical bookworm, tall,<br /> spare of build, with a piercing, nervous eye. The<br /> other is short, stout, and phlegmatic in everything<br /> excepting the striking of a bargain. Both have<br /> their headquarters in some second-hand bookstore;<br /> that is, a place where letters may be addressed to<br /> them, and where, they leave an occasional parcel;<br /> but their business is done &quot;out of hand,&quot; if we may-<br /> use the expression in this connexion. Making<br /> specialties of certain lines, they keep track of what<br /> their customers want, and supply them as they pick<br /> 14) bargains and desired volumes. This necessi-<br /> tates their being on the wing nearly all the time,<br /> so that they would have very little use for a shop<br /> of their own. Both realize, a handsome income.<br /> Then there is another woman who figures as the<br /> &quot;company&quot; of an anything but insignificant<br /> second-hand book business in New York, but who<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 123 (#527) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> 123<br /> is really the mainspring of the establishment, if<br /> buying ami selling the stock, and looking after the<br /> finances single-handed, may be considered doing<br /> the business. She has an unerring eye for a mre<br /> book, and most decidedly &quot; knows beans when the<br /> bag is opened.&quot; There is still another woman in<br /> New York City who is making an experiment in<br /> dealing in old art works. Thus far her efforts<br /> have met with encouragement if not success; but<br /> as she is only a beginner we will not yet count her<br /> as belonging to the ranks.<br /> In addition to the above, we are safe in saying<br /> that there are over a dozen women in the United<br /> States who, while not dealers exclusively in second-<br /> hand books, deal more or less in them in connexion<br /> with the book and stationery stores, of which they<br /> are the sole proprietors.<br /> We do not feel justified in giving the names of<br /> the women alluded to, because we have misgivings<br /> as to how they might take to notoriety thrust upon<br /> tlieui in this manner. All of them, while eschew-<br /> ing consideration for themselves on account of their<br /> sex, are extremely modest, but women nevertheless.<br /> And women—well, they sometimes will be women,<br /> and no one can foresee where it will break out.<br /> American Paper.<br /> •<br /> SOME OP THE INDIGNITIES OF<br /> LITERATURE.<br /> IT is observable that in all these points we are<br /> becoming a little more candid, and in this<br /> respect our country is beginning to take the<br /> lead. Our leading journals, for instance, are learn-<br /> ing to criticise frankly the works of their own contri-<br /> butors, a thing formerly unknown in America, as<br /> it still seems to be in Europe. This helps greatly<br /> to keep up the dignity of the literary profession,<br /> though not always the felicity of the individual<br /> author. The greatest indignity which he and his<br /> vocation have now to suffer, lies in the constant<br /> assumption, even by otherwise well-informed<br /> people, that it is a profession of tricks and adver-<br /> tising devices, and that the main object of the<br /> author is not to do good work, but to keep himself<br /> as much as possible l&gt;efore the public. The<br /> author receives, not merely an annoyance, but a<br /> distinct indignity when it is assumed by enter-<br /> prising publishers that he is willing to pay money<br /> to have his picture appear in their forthcoming<br /> work; to buy a l&gt;ook he does not want, liecause<br /> his name occurs in it; to supply a new biography<br /> of himself for each new cyclopaxlia, as if the old<br /> facts were not sufficient, and the public wished<br /> him this time to select a new birthday and birth-<br /> place for this publication only; to furnish particulars<br /> as to his height, weight, and the colour of his<br /> hair, with the same particulars as to his wife,<br /> children, and grandparents. These discourtesies<br /> would not be so bad, were they not based obviously<br /> on the assumption that all these requests are a<br /> favour to the author himself, and the carrying<br /> out of his most cherished desire. It is hard<br /> enough to keep one&#039;s privacy, amid the publicity of<br /> our modern life; but it is still harder to have<br /> all preference for privacy dismissed as a base<br /> hyprocrisy. It may happen at last that as some one<br /> felicitously defined &quot;society people&quot; as including<br /> only those whose names one never sees in the<br /> &quot;society columns,&quot; so we may at some future day.<br /> limit the department of celebrated authors to those<br /> of whose personality we know almost as little as if<br /> they had written the Letters of Junius.<br /> New York Independent.<br /> <br /> PARISIANS AND THEIR FICTION.<br /> PARISIANS—if we are to judge from some<br /> statistics published—do not take so kindly at<br /> present to fiction in book form. Formerly the<br /> yellow-covered novel, which costs usually about half-<br /> a-erown, or a little more when just issued, was to l&gt;e<br /> seen on every table, and in the hands of numerous<br /> travellers by boat, rail, or car. There is now, how-<br /> ever, a crisis threatened in the lx&gt;ok trade, and novels<br /> are at a considerable discount. It is estimated that<br /> there are from fifteen to twenty popular authors,<br /> whose books fulfil the requirements of the pub-<br /> lishers. To attain this end, at least 3o,ooo copies<br /> of a work must be sold. Zola and a few others<br /> reach this point easily, but it has happened lately<br /> that one of the most celebrated of the latter-day<br /> fictionists had the misfortune to find that 40,000<br /> copies of his last production were returned to the<br /> publishers by the Maison Hachette, which has<br /> the monopoly of railway bookstalls. It is stated,<br /> furthermore, that one publisher in Paris has on<br /> hand three millions of volumes which he cannot<br /> sell. The fact is, that the authors themselves are<br /> to blame partly for this threatened crisis in the<br /> book trade by allowing their works to appear in<br /> serial form in newspapers and reviews before linal<br /> publication. People read feuilletons as eagerly as<br /> ever in France, and, what is more they cut them<br /> out and sew them together, so as to avoid having to<br /> buy the stories eventually in book form.<br /> Pall Mall Gazette.<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 124 (#528) ############################################<br /> <br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> NIGHT-TEMPEST.<br /> Wild night of mists and driving flakes of foam!<br /> The south-west Tyrant of the Deep unbound<br /> Rendcth thy breast; with grim discordant sound<br /> Piles up the mountainous waters, till thy home<br /> (Sands, rocks, and caverns where I love to roam)<br /> Seems held by demon voices, which resound<br /> From crag to crag, from cliff to cliff, and bound<br /> Afar once more across the waste of foam.<br /> Storm-ruled and cruel is thy voice, O Night;<br /> The breakers boom on yonder sea-girt rock<br /> And dark thy mantle hides the sight of Death:<br /> From thy black depths, O Night, the tempest&#039;s<br /> breath<br /> Bears wail of souls and one long quivering shock:<br /> And onlv thou hast seen, O cruel Night!<br /> * JO<br /> Thomas Folliott.<br /> NEW BOOKS AND NEW EDITIONS.<br /> Theology.<br /> Brook, A. 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First and Second Reports of the Committee<br /> appointed by the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland on<br /> Lunacy Administration (Ireland), gd. Annual Report<br /> of the IiOcal Government Hoard for Ireland, 23. 2d.<br /> 13th Report of the General Prisons Board, Ireland,<br /> 1890-91, 8rf. 29th Report of the Inspector of Re-<br /> formatory and Industrial Schools of Ireland, 4j&lt;/.<br /> Return as to Naval Courts-Martial and Summary<br /> Punishments on Seamen during 1890, 2d. Returns<br /> relating to the London County Council, 2d. Accounts<br /> relating to the Imperial Defence Act, 1888, \d. Report<br /> from the Select Committee of the Lords on the<br /> Children&#039;s Life Insurance Bill, with proceedings of the<br /> Committee, and Minutes of Evidence, 4|rf. General<br /> Reports for 1890 on Education in the Southern (i jrf.)<br /> and Western (irf.) Divisions of Scotland. Report of<br /> the Inspectors of Irish Fisheries on the Sea and Inland<br /> Fisheries of Ireland for 1890, it. yd. Return as to<br /> Soldiers and Sailors in Civil Employment, \d. Foreign<br /> Office, Annual Series: Reports on the trade of<br /> Erzeroum, 1889-90 (Turkey), l\d.\ of the Consular<br /> District of Gothenburg, 1890 (Sweden), 2d.; on the<br /> Foreign Trade of the Argentine Republic for the first<br /> quarter of 1891, \d.; on the Trade of Great Britain with<br /> Turkey, 1887-90, \d. Reports from Her Majesty&#039;s<br /> Representatives in Brazil concerning the condition of<br /> British Immigrants, %\d. Eyre and Spottiswoode.<br /> <br /> <br /> ## p. 128 (#532) ############################################<br /> <br /> 128<br /> THE AUTHOR.<br /> CONDITIONS OP MEMBERSHIP. 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