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INTERNATIONAL COPYRIGHT.<br />
I.<br />
(From the New Vork "Critic.")<br />
Protection and Literature in France.<br />
"A MOXG the measures of reprisal proposed in<br />
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tionism with its discriminations against Belgian<br />
products was brought into the French Chamher,<br />
was a withdrawal of the property rights accorded<br />
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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 />
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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 This law would have to be repealed or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 />
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"Moreover, both Belgium and Switzerland are<br />
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other, under the same legal protection as that<br />
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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 />
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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."<br />
Penalties for Violation of the new Law.<br />
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1. Copyrighted books and articles, the importa-<br />
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Revised Statutes, as amended by section 3 of<br />
said Act, shall not be admitted to entry. Such<br />
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consent of the proprietor of the Copyright, shall<br />
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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 />
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that it admits them duty-free. The free list of the<br />
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20 years old), (paragraph 5i3) "books and<br />
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than English," and l>ooks and music in raised print<br />
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use by the Government, and (paragraph 516) works<br />
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by persons or families from foreign countries.<br />
The copyright law says tlistinctly that, "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." An exception in this law suspends the<br />
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paragraphs 5i2 to 516, inclusive," as above.<br />
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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 />
"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."<br />
"It is a curious thing," observes the same<br />
paper, "that so large a number of professional<br />
writers, musicians, publishers, &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'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 />
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clairvoyant [xnvers, or an acquaintance with the<br />
family history of persons ho has never heard of<br />
before."<br />
In the Case of Residents who are not<br />
Citizens.<br />
"Doubt has arisen," says the Tribune, "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 />
'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.' 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's proclamation of July I,<br />
who is a resident of the United States, shall apply<br />
for Copyright under the new law?"<br />
The ooPYRiGHTrNG of foreign Music.<br />
"Mr. Spofford," says the Post, "stands firmly<br />
by his decision that foreign music may lx> 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'twoen<br />
'a lxx>k, photograph, chromo, or lithograph,'<br />
which it requires 'shall be printed from type set<br />
within the limits of the United States, or from<br />
plates made therefrom,' 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> 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's mind when the Bill was under discussion,<br />
for they claim that tlx.' word • type' should be<br />
held to include 'all punches and other devices<br />
by which books, and all publications construed<br />
to be books, are made.'"<br />
II.<br />
(From " Frank Leslie's Paper.")<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 "on their<br />
great act of justice."<br />
It is as a "great act of justice" 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> 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 "little Bill" 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'er again, and exchanged congratulations at<br />
Thursday'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 />
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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 "proud bird of freedom"<br />
who furnished the quill with which President<br />
Harrison signed this "great act of justice"—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, "The Faith Doctor,"<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 "the Chace Bill"<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 "chaplain" 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 "rush line" at<br />
Washington would have been a failure.<br />
What a mighty scrimmage that valiant "rush<br />
line" 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'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's "La Guerre," 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 "printing clause" 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 />
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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>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'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'édition. Rapporteurs: MM. Ocainpo et Max<br />
Nordau.<br />
8" De l'état de la propriété intellectuelle dans<br />
les pays qui n'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'ancienne salle du Conseil d'Etat<br />
et des annexes.<br />
Dimanche 27 Septembre. Excursion sur le lac<br />
de Neuchâtel, à l'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'adieu.<br />
La langue officielle du Congrès est la langue<br />
française: mais chacun a le droit de s'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 />
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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' Fund question, ladies taking a noteworthy<br />
part. Miss Drew's sj>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's right, whilst upon his left-hand sat<br />
the Lord Chancellor of Ireland. From Lord<br />
Ashbourne'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 " The Queen "; 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. ' 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>ers at an " At Home," 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 "Strangers within their<br />
gates," 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'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 "a<br />
slating with slates." It looks as if some<br />
people actually suppose that "to slate " means " to<br />
pelt with slates." 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 "happen to know"; 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'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 " with slates " 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 />
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THE AUTHORS' 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>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, " 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."<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' 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' 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's Spectator, or, later on, he<br />
might have added a chapter to Washington Irving'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> 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[>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> 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 />
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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 " Cuivis cunque " :—<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'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'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 "The Cost of Pro-<br />
duction "—better late than never; it is just in time<br />
for the third edition—reproduces this good old fraud<br />
"If," it says, " 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."<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's risk compared witli the author'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'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 " the man<br />
who says that publishers never take risks must be<br />
insane." 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}' carry risk.<br />
Meantime, here is a very good illustration of what<br />
they sometimes call risk. A correspondent writes<br />
to us: "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?"<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 />
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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<«, 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'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's Congress Auxiliary thus<br />
explains the invitation: "I thought it was not<br />
improper to make some allusion to his long and<br />
splendid career of half a century as Wordsworth'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." 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'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>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'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 />
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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'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' 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's " Decline and Fall " 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'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' 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 : — " Fresh,<br />
free, powerful "; "The work of a master-hand";<br />
"A romance of the most fascinating description ";<br />
"Will be received with delight by all classes":<br />
these praises seem, after this short lapse of time,<br />
somewhat extravagant. They are better, however,<br />
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than the work of the scarifier. The authors should<br />
at least be thankful that their critics were easily<br />
pleased.<br />
The French " Syndicat pour la protect ion de la<br />
proprietd litteraire et artistique " has presented a<br />
gold medal to Senator Piatt for the part which he<br />
has taken "in the triumph of a just cause."<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>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'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 />
"The Golden Bough," 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' 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 "crowning " 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'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 />
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ON A NEW NOVELIST.<br />
UNTIL Mr. Edmund Gosse's delightful intro-<br />
duction to "The Footsteps of Fate," of<br />
Louis Couperus on the, Dutch Sensitivists,<br />
with other ignorant people I had l>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 "poisoned honey"<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: " The Sin of Joost<br />
Avelingh," and "An Old Maid's Love." 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's, as English as Thackeray's, as facile as<br />
Fronde's.<br />
In " The Sin of Joost Avelingh '' 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'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'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 "An Old Maid's Love" 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 />
"An Old Maid's Love," if not so strong a storv<br />
as "Joost Avelingh," 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 />
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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'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 "The Sin of Joost Avelingh" and "An<br />
Old Maid's Love." 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'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 />
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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'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'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>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'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'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 />
"Victory " 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 />
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the people'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'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>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' 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 />
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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 />
"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 " the black art,"<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, "Declined with<br />
thanks," 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: "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 />
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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." The "co-operation" referred to is then<br />
unblushingly described in manner following, that is<br />
to say: "All authors whose contributions are accepted<br />
for publication are, therefore, required to pay a sum,<br />
]>ro rata to the amount of matter inserted, to cover<br />
the cost of printing, paper, editorial revision, &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." 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 "a bit thick,"<br />
ami, consequently, declined to be made " fish" for<br />
this "net." 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 />
"having any."<br />
In December of the same year, a popular weekly<br />
journal, belonging to what good churchmen call<br />
"The Down-Grade School," 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: "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, &c., &c. Trusting that this<br />
explanation may prove satisfactory, I am, yours<br />
truly, the Editor."<br />
On perusing this hitter, I found two alternative<br />
courses open to me: either to quietly submit to<br />
the editor'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'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 "rules " 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 />
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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, "but," he went on, "I suppose you<br />
are hard up and I am sending you this as a matter<br />
of charity." (How truly Christ-like !) He con-<br />
tinued, "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: "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." 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: "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."<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'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 "struck" 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 />
"Labour " 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 />
"order" 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: "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 />
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enthusiastic in the cause of labour, in endeavouring<br />
to gain for the workers 'a fair dav's wage for a fail-<br />
day's work '—should stoop to such a method of<br />
filling the pages of your paper." 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" evil is wrought by want of thought<br />
as well as want of heart." I still maintain that<br />
competitions in literature, conducted in the fashion<br />
referred to, are a direct encouragement of literary<br />
"blacklegs," who arc willing to work for nothing,<br />
and thus take away the bond fide workers'<br />
livelihood.<br />
I have yet another instance in proof of the theory<br />
that editors and publishers are specially subject<br />
to jH'culiar temptations, which need all a man'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: "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 'fee' 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?"<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'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 " John Strange<br />
Winter's" correspondence in connexion with her<br />
new venture :—" 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." 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'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 "on the troubled sea<br />
of letters" 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 '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 "Society of<br />
Authors." Then; are, of course, Optimists who<br />
believe tbit the Literary millennium has begun at<br />
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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 " to consign to<br />
the flames all works of heresy," 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 />
"The world's great age begins anew."<br />
Society, of course, must lead the way instead<br />
of playing baccarat. It will try to answer papers<br />
on Bowdler'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>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'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 "The Excursion," 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 " course<br />
of the Poets," 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'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 />
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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 />
"O Word of Feab."<br />
TN last month'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>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 />
"AT THE AUTHOR'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 ]>oem "A Vision<br />
of Saints" 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 "Epic of Hades," when the<br />
legend of St. Christopher appeared in Fraser's<br />
Magazine, about 10 years ago, and the other<br />
stories composing the "Vision of Saints" 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, "The<br />
First Violin," 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's "New England Nun"<br />
appears in a second English edition. It is pub-<br />
lished by Osgood, Mcllvaine, & 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 />
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THE AUTHOR.<br />
Messrs. Hutchinson are about to issue Vols. II.<br />
and III. of "Poets and Poetry of the Century."<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'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' little 1kx>1c<br />
called " Criticism and Fiction "; 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'<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'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 />
"The Future of Landscape Art," 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: "King Cophetua and the Beggar Maiden."<br />
Mr. Rennell Rodd has two volumes in the press,<br />
"The Customs and Lore of Modern Greece," and a<br />
volume of poems ul>out Greece, entitled "The Violet<br />
Crown." Mr. David Stott is the publisher.<br />
Mrs. A. Phillips, author of "Benedicta," " Man<br />
Proposes," Ac, will produce early in October a<br />
romance called "A Rude Awakening." 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 "prophet," with whom Laurence<br />
Oliphaut'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 />
"That's a great l>ook, sir, a masterpiece of<br />
work." Second Man: " I wonder how it is<br />
selling." First man: "Selling? I never saw<br />
anything like it. You see I am the publisher, and<br />
ought to know." Second Man: "Your informa-<br />
tion delights me. I am the author." First Man<br />
(with fallen countenance): "Well, that is, it hasn'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."<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 "out of hand," 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 />
"company" of an anything but insignificant<br />
second-hand book business in New York, but who<br />
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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 " knows beans when the<br />
bag is opened." 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>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>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'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 "society people" as including<br />
only those whose names one never sees in the<br />
"society columns," 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>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>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 />
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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'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 />
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